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boypussydilf · 2 years ago

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sherlock. what is it's gender. what is their deal. speak your trutg

oh dear with the state of my blog its now hard to tell when people walk up to me and say sherlock if they mean dgs sherlock the og or any of the several others ive started talking about. we need to like. color code them. anyway im gonna talk about dgs sherlock bc hes the one im most likely to have proper thoughts on and then probably also do one for mostly just. like. the general concept actually thinking about it i do have many thoughts on Non-DGS Sherlock i dont know why i allowed myself to think i didnt . i just get caught up in the bimbo dad but i like the entire folder hes stored in

dgs first tho <333333

Sexuality Headcanon: gay. Just gay

Gender Headcanon: If i had to make 1 decision. genderfluid <3 Sherlock Holmes (DGS) can fit so much gender in her !!!!!!!!!

A ship I have with said character: *looks at my blog* *looks at my pinned post* um i think you guys know . already. the only one i have . do i need to say it

A BROTP I have with said character: i mean. Iris. they r best friends for real ! they r like the most important people to each other ! they r this guy and their 10 year old daughter who packs peanut butter jelly sandwiches for them !!!

A NOTP I have with said character: im gonna be petty and say vanlock. i blocked the tag bc i got tired of seeing it. actually even moreso i like physically recoil when i see ppl shipping him with ryuu, it fucking. completely baffles me. like. nothing wrong with that. people who ship them aren’t weird in That sense. but theyre weird as in I can’t understand what compels you to do this . i dont like vanlock but i can Understand why people do i just got extra sick of it bc its semi common. i cant understand why people ship sherlock and ryuu. like youve misread the vibe badly. this is not it. oh dear god this just got 5 times as long as all the other sections of this fucking ask meme. power of being slightly annoyed sorry

A random headcanon: UHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD . I KNOW i have headcanons abou t this bitch he swarms around in my mind all the time. I am imagining Random Exploits of the DGS Cast on a daily basis where did the fucking Concepts and Ideas go. ill return to this once ive done everything else and see if i havent thought of anything fun by then. ive thought about it some more and my most recent thought on him has been like. she knows some russian and japanese right? actually a fucking lot of russian to be able to read entire newspaper articles but thats besides the point i just think that sherlock knowing several different languages is neat but, Like. its pure chance if she ever manages to learn enough to be able to …. use it. once every several months sherlock will get really really excited about a new foreign language and put in like 2 weeks of work before forgetting about it completely. he has the vocabulary of a very young toddler in half a dozen different languages and is remembering those vocabularies by sheer luck

General Opinion over said character: Im normal iam normal normal im normal and regular . im normal and im normal about him and i dont intend to put him under a microscope or anything. i am not putting him in a little plastic box and shaking him to find out what happens . *extends my hand ibuprofen style* who wants to speculate about dgs in hyperspecific ways with me. hello my like 3 dgs followers do you have thoughts on sherlock holmes. tell them to me. lets all be normal. Anyway uh hes funny

IVE GOTTEN THAT BITCH OUT OF THE WAY LETS TALK ABOUT …… im not even sure. The General Concept of Sherlock Holmes on a Wide Scale, which, like, ultimately probably just boils down to: acd holmes. time to get philosophical with it. thats not the right word.

Sexuality Headcanon: sherlock is either gay or aroace or some more specific combination of all previous terms. Hey does that… even count as headcanon? Ultimately my stance is “whatever as long as sherlock holmes is not interested in women” and it is stated very clearly explicitly and repeatedly in canon that sherlock holmes is not interested in women so . like.

Gender Headcanon: You know what’s funny is expressing disdain for women is an effective way to distance yourself from femininity in general, for instance, to assert masculinity as a trans man, or as a negative reaction to being a trans woman. So. Like.

A ship I have with said character: at first i was like “its just kind of an objective fact that sherlock and watson are gay but i dont have emotional investment in it” but that was a fucking lie

A BROTP I have with said character: SHERLOCK HOLMES DOES NOT HAVE FRIENDS. I DONT FUCKING KNOW, TOBY THE DOG?

A NOTP I have with said character: The next time an adaptation tries to make him and irene adler straight together im going to thr authors house and shooting them point blank. shut up shut up shut up shut up. they would NOT

A random headcanon: man i dont even fucking know. he probably eats food off the floor and i mean this genuinely

General Opinion over said character: Sherlock Holmes is the ultimate Little Freak. Like 80% of the joy of any sherlock holmes media is “Watch this Freak Behave Oddly”. Some people think he would be hard to get along with personally i think we would make very good friends and i would love to hang out with the Freak.

Man. I hope this post isn’t actually as long and hard to look at as it looks in the mobile post editor. Unfortunately it probably is

#HAH! TWO ASK GAMES FOR THE PRICE OF ONE BECAUSE IM CHATTY #i couldve gone to an extreme and done one for every sherlock i could think of that i know that much about #…… but eh not really.#theres not much of a difference between ACD and granada #i think the only other one id have unique things to say about as of yet would be MS #basilask #thank you neb *high five*#EDIT: NO WAIT THERES RDJ HES ALSO HIS OWN UNIQUE FLAVOR.#and oh man this post Is big and long #dgs from my brain

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charturnus · 2 years ago

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Not because she owns me, but 'cause she really knows me

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

a/n: It’s finally out!! 😭 In case you didn’t see, I’m currently nearing the end of my last semester, and I am SWAMPED with work, which is why fic writing had to be put on hold. I have 4 more weeks until I’m done, after which I’ll return to a regular upload schedule. I’m nervous about putting this out, because I want to be true to what it means to have a healthy d/s dynamic, whilst also keeping in mind that this is highly dramatized fiction. I hope you’ll enjoy!

Warnings: d/s dynamic (not explicitly sexual)

Wordcount: 4.8k

Summary: Chapter IV; Did you get enough of love, my little dove? AU

The one where Pepper shows off her puppy, you plan a staged kiss, and you get on your knees for Wanda.

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‘’Pepper is coming over today’’

She says it casually as she thumbs through a set of documents on the couch next to me. It’s the first time either of us has spoken in an hour, both of us engrossed in our own activities, Wanda busy with her work, and me, fixated by a novel.

It’s been a month since I moved into the Maximoff residence, and I’ve seen neither hide nor hair from Pepper or anyone from the company for that matter. So, my ears perk up at this news. ‘’Has she decided it’s finally time for me to make my grand entrance?’’

Wanda shakes her head, smiling. ‘’It’ll be something along those lines, though I can never quite tell what schemes she’s cooking up.’’ I assumed Pepper was informing Wanda of everything to do with this whole affair. I raise my eyebrows inquisitively. ‘’She hasn’t told you what she’s planning?’’

She snorts loudly. ‘’I’m telling you, even if the CIA got hold of Pepper and let all their torture tactics loose on her, she still wouldn’t budge.’’ I pull a face. ‘’That’s a bit much, don’t you think?’’ Wanda just shrugs, taking off her glasses and setting the papers aside. ‘’You get used to it. But that’s not why I brought this up, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.’’

Her serious demeanour takes me somewhat by surprise, and I briefly wonder if I’ve done something to upset her. I set my book aside and turn my full attention onto Wanda.

‘’Pepper’s going to bring someone with her today, so it’s time for us to have a long-overdue chat.’’ The grave look on her face unsettles me, and I shift restlessly on the sofa, my nails picking at the fuzz on my jumper. ‘’This is very important to me, so I’m going to need you to try to have an open mind, alright? Can you do that for me?’’

My brows knit together, but I nod seriously. ‘’Of course, you know you can trust me.’’ I mean it too, knowing that whatever she asked me to do, I’d try my hardest to accomplish. The sight of her reassuring smile works wonders for the tight knot of anxiety building in my stomach.

‘’Pepper is going to bring her girl over.’’

I stare at her blankly, my sluggish mind trying to put the pieces together. ‘’Her girl… friend?’’ I ask uncertainly. Wanda smiles at me. ‘’Yes, Pepper’s girlfriend. But it’s important for you to know that their relationship isn’t exactly what you might be expecting. They-’’

My mouth hangs open rather unflatteringly, and I can’t help myself, I have to interrupt her. ‘’I’m sorry, I’m just trying to wrap my head around Pepper having time to have a girlfriend.’’

This draws a hearty, earnest laugh from Wanda. ‘’Oh honey, you don’t know half of it.’’

‘’No, I’m serious, I’m telling you, if you’d let her sleep in her office, she would.’’

She’s trying very hard to suppress her laughter, fighting the smile creeping up on her face. ‘’That’s all well and good, but I’m trying to tell a story here.’’ To her credit, she pulls off a stern look quite well. It brings me back to the office days.

I raise my hands up defensively. ‘’Okay, alright. I’m sorry, please continue.

***

So, Pepper has a girlfriend. Wanda tells me that her name is Kate and that she’s only four months older than me. She tells me a bunch of other things, something about Kate’s rich mother and her being an accomplished archer. But all of that falls to the wayside quite quickly when Wanda delves into the particulars of her relationship with Pepper.

‘’She’s her what now?’’

I am struggling to keep myself composed. It’s not that this concept is foreign to me, far from it. I just can’t quite wrap my head around Pepper, stuck up, wound tight, prim and proper, Pepper, being into this.

‘’That’s just what Pepper calls her, she’s not treated as an actual pet.’’ Wanda says, before backtracking. ‘’Well, maybe a little bit, but that doesn’t matter right now.’’

‘’So… They do that stuff together, like, in public?’’

Wanda quirks a brow, the corner of her mouth twitching, as though she’s struggling against an upcoming smirk. ‘’That stuff?’’

Quite suddenly, my cheeks feel very warm. ‘’You know, like kinky stuff.’’

‘’Oh?’’ Wanda says, shuffling closer to me on the sofa. ‘’I didn’t think a sweet girl like you would know anything about that.’’ She’s grinning widely, and I can’t hold eye contact with her any longer. I study the dotted pattern of my socks, determined to ignore the definite heat in my face and neck. ‘’I know plenty of things.’’ I shrug, hoping it comes off as indifferent. ‘’I just want to know if they do it in public, I don’t know why else you’d have to tell me this.’’

Wanda on her part graciously avoids mentioning my knowledge in this area any further, and we spend a half-hour talking it all through. She patiently answers my questions to the best of her abilities. She explains in a gentle tone how these types of dynamics are important to Pepper, some of her other friends, and, most surprisingly to me, herself as well. In each other’s company, she tells me, they have agreed to allow each other to live out their dynamics in whichever way they like.

This leads to a myriad of questions from me, most of which make Wanda chuckle. Yes, sometimes they do sexual things, but not always. No, they don’t all have orgies all the time. Yes, they make sure every party consents before anything happens. No, they won’t be doing anything sexual today.

It’s a lot to take in.

‘’So, I take it you have done this too.’’

She’s quiet for a while, while she contemplates my question. Her eyes follow her finger as it traces patterns into the fabric of the sofa. ‘’I had a girl too, a while ago, and we had a dynamic. Pepper knew, and Agatha and Maria.’’

A hollow sort of feeling settles into my stomach at the thought of Wanda with some nameless, faceless girl. Before now, I hadn’t given it much thought, but the mere idea of it makes my blood flow like white-hot fire underneath my skin.

‘’It didn’t work out?’’ I ask, hopefully.

Wanda smiles morosely. ‘’I think she liked my money more than she ever liked me.’’

***

Five hours later, I’m sitting on the very edge of the sofa, trying to resist the urge to wipe my sweaty palms on it. I did my hair for the occasion, curling it in a pretty fashion. I even put on one of my nice dresses and picked out dangly earrings that sparkle in the light. For whose benefit this all is, I am not sure.

I can hear the voices in the hall, getting louder by the second, and I make sure to straighten my back. I am under strict instructions from Wanda to not address Kate, just say hello to Pepper and don’t mind her partner. My protests about how rude it would be to just ignore her were repeatedly disputed by Wanda, and I was overruled.

Pepper carries a thick folder in one hand, and in the other, a purple leash. It connects to a tight collar, like a dog’s, which is fastened around the girl’s throat. Instantly, I feel myself go bright red. I force myself to look at Pepper’s face, not the leash in her hand, and certainly not the slightly shorter brunette trailing behind her.

Pepper is immaculately put together, in a white skirt suit that compliments the deep red colour of her nails and lips. She wears a smug, satisfied look when she eyes me, waiting for a crack in my veneer, waiting for me to comment on the girl half-hidden behind her. I hold my tongue, remembering Wanda’s strict instructions to only greet Pepper. We exchange pleasantries, talking of small things, like the weather and the atrocious gas prices, as Pepper and her companion settle in. Wanda cosies up on the sofa next to me, but Pepper chooses an armchair opposite us, and the girl called Kate, sinks down onto the floor by her feet.

I am focused so intensely on not staring at the kneeling girl, that even though I see Pepper’s mouth move, her words don’t register in my head at all. Wanda’s steady hand covers my own, and I realize for the first time that I’m shaking. Pepper repeats her question, something about how much I enjoyed having Wanda to myself for a week. It’s easy enough to thank her for this, since I really am sincerely thankful for the time she allowed us to have together. After this, though, I hand the conversation over to Wanda and the old friends happily chatter away together as their two shadows silently flank them, watching, listening.

From the corner of my eye, I watch Kate. It’s difficult to do just from my peripheral vision, but I can tell that she’s resting her head against Pepper’s thigh, her knees tucked neatly under herself. Pepper has a hand in the girl’s hair, moving slowly, almost methodically, stroking her gently. Her eyes are closed, her breathing slow. I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder what she’s feeling. I wonder if her knees ache. Mine would ache if I sat like that for so long. I wonder if Wanda would like it if I sat like that for her. I wonder-

A sharp prod in my side shakes me from my reverie, and I look up to see Pepper smirking at me from across the coffee table, a single eyebrow raised, waiting for my reaction, waiting for me to run from the room or to question the scene in front of me.

I don’t. Instead, I listen politely to Pepper repeating her question.

She wants us to attend a gala together, some charity fund-raiser. According to her, it’ll be the perfect way to hard launch our ‘relationship’.

‘’Just think about it!’’ She says, waving around the papers in her hand emphatically. ‘’The two of you, waltzing around this event together, no one knows who you are, of course-’’ She adds with a dismissive wave of her hand. ‘’So that will work in our favour, everyone will be clambering to find out who you are and why Wanda brought you.’’

The thought of anyone genuinely wanting to know who I am, and perhaps going to certain lengths to find that out, unsettles me greatly. But Wanda looks so happy, her eyes crinkled up in a smile as she studies the booklet on the event that Pepper gave her. So, I decide to hold my tongue.

‘’So are we just supposed to go around telling everyone at the event that we’re dating, or…?’’ Upon seeing Pepper’s look of agitation, I trail off, letting my words die quietly in my throat.

Wanda riffles through a few of the documents on the coffee table and pulls out a slim folder. Through the see-through transparent sleeve, I can make out some sort of drawing, or animation. It looks like a still from an animated project that is still in development. Like those terrifying images of Disney characters before their animation is fully complete.

She pulls the sheets of paper out of the sleeve, handing them to me as Pepper pulls out her own version of this packet of papers. The paper is heavy and glossy, several large images printed out, each on their own sheet of paper. There’s a building plan, showing the skeleton of a large opera house. Locations are marked with red marker, showing the entrance, the exits, the bathrooms, locations marked with security, etc. There’s a guest list, pictures of hundreds of people printed out in neat little rows, their names, ages and occupations listed below them.

The images that capture my attention most, are the ones right at the front of the packet. The ones that are vaguely reminiscent of half rendered animations. The pictures show several different angles of the back of a limousine, they look like pictures taken through the windscreen of the car, the camera flash lighting up the backseat of the car, where two crudely animated people are clearly kissing.

***

Pepper lays out her plan step by immaculate step. She has it all worked out. The colour scheme of the outfits, the delicate matching jewellery, and even our path through the building have been planned out. Pepper has made sure that we will interact with all the right people, the guests who are well known to be gossips, so that we can be sure to be the talk of the evening.

‘’And then, after you’ve made your last round, the car will be waiting at the front entrance-’’ Wanda leans over to look at the building plan in my hands, where our path is stippled out in different coloured markers, the broken up line beginning and ending at the front entrance.

‘’There will be paparazzi, of course, some of them are our own, but not all, so be on your guard. You should look like you don’t want to be photographed, don’t smile or pose, and definitely don’t engage them. So, when you get-’’

‘’Hold on.’’ I interrupt her, raising my hand to stop her mid-sentence. At her feet, Kate shifts her weight, her eyes opening, watching me with reproach. ’’What do you mean by paparazzi of our own?’’ I’m addressing Pepper, but it’s Wanda who answers.

‘’We have bonds with some photographers who we pay to stage candid shots, whenever it’s necessary, to assist with some PR work.’’

‘’So that’s what we’re going to do? Stage a kiss and have them take the picture?’’

‘’If you had just let me finish, I would have got to it.’’ Pepper points out, idly twisting the leash between her fingers, her glossy red nails shining in the light. ‘’Once you’re in the car you’re going to drive a few blocks, the car you’re in won’t have a partition, and we’ll make sure our guys are stationed at the exact right spot to get the shot they need. The driver will give you a sign, and you two can get the show rolling.’’ She wiggles her eyebrows, and I make a point of not looking at Wanda.

‘’Come morning, you’ll be on the front page of every paper and magazine you can imagine.’’

***

Our guests leave after an hour and a half of more planning, many questions, and plenty of chatter between the two friends. Once, Pepper gives me a start, when she, mid-conversation, leans down to give Kate a long, languid kiss. I know I ought not to have stared, but the sight of Pepper hooking a single finger into the ring of Kate’s collar makes me freeze. She holds the girl’s face with one of her hands, nails digging into the skin of her cheek. Kate doesn’t seem to mind. Wanda’s eyes burn into the side of my head, I know I should look away. I don’t.

Once Wanda has walked the two of them out, she joins me back on the sofa. Now that we’re alone again, I feel comfortable enough to curl up on the cushions once more, my legs tucked under me. I lean against her with a heavy sigh and shut my eyes.

‘’That was a lot, huh?’’ Wanda chuckles, and my head bounces along with her shaking shoulders.‘’God, absolutely… At least it’s all been planned out for us, so we don’t have to think it all up too.’’ Wanda lays her head down on my own and hums thoughtfully. ‘’I meant with those two putting on that show.’’ She says quietly. ‘’It looked like you were a bit nervous.’’

‘’Oh.’’ I say stupidly. I did not expect Wanda to bring it up at all. I was so sure she would just breeze past it because it’s just so normal to her. ‘’I wasn’t really nervous, it was just-’’ I hesitate, not wanting to cause offence. ‘’unexpected.’’

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately, she just hums again, acknowledging what I said, but still allowing room for the statement to breathe. ‘’What did you not expect? I did explain to you what would happen.’’ She muses. ‘’But the kiss was a bit unexpected I guess, I told Pepper off for it when I let her out.’’

‘’I just don’t really understand why Kate would want to do that.’’ I blurt out, making Wanda laugh. ‘’Hey, I don’t want to make out with Pepper either, but to each their own.’’ I elbow her gently in her side, unable to stop myself from smiling. ‘’You know that’s not what I meant.’’

‘’Alright, I’m sorry! What did you mean by it, then?’’

‘’It’s just- I get the whole sexual aspect of it, but why would she want to sit on the floor like that when nothing sexual is happening, does she get off on that or something?’’

Wanda considers this for a moment, and when she speaks it seems to me like she chooses every word very carefully. ‘’Some people only engage in a dynamic for sexual reasons, so it’s confined to the bedroom. But there are some people who want more than that, and they choose to live their lives like this. It’s what makes them happy, it’s how they function best as a couple. It goes way beyond sexual intimacy.’’

Theoretically, this makes perfect sense, but I still don’t quite understand how kneeling at Pepper’s feet is something that makes Kate happy if it’s nothing sexual, and I tell Wanda so.

‘’It’s a matter of giving up control, I think.’’ She says earnestly. ‘’She puts all of her trust in Pepper and gives up her autonomy. Think about it, Pepper tells her where to go, where to sit, and when to speak. She doesn’t have to make those decisions, she doesn’t even have to think about it. They’re a bit of an extreme example, but giving over that control makes her happy. And I think you know how much Pepper enjoys being handed control.’’

I nod slowly, mulling it all over in my head, wondering what it would be like to not have to make every minute decision for myself. ‘’Don’t you think it might be nice to let go every once in a while? Give the reins to someone else, so you can focus on emotions, as opposed to thoughts?’’

My heart stutters in my chest, picking up its pace, ever so slightly. ‘’I don’t know…’’ I hesitate. The idea of letting someone else do all the thinking for me sounds beyond freeing, but insecurity and doubt have me bound. ‘’I feel like I’d mess it up by being awkward or uncomfortable… I could only do that with someone I really trust.’’

I feel Wanda smile against my temple, her breath hot against my skin. ‘’Do you trust me?’’

I don’t hesitate, not for a single second. ‘’Yes.’’

‘’Would you like to try it out for yourself? Just to see what you think of it?’’ I flush, my neck and cheeks grow hot at the thought of myself kneeling at Wanda’s feet, just as I watched Kate do by Pepper’s. ‘’Wouldn’t that be… I mean- We don’t do that stuff together.’’

Wanda laughs, not mockingly, but sweetly, her voice gentle even in her laughter. ‘’It’s not sexual, not if we don’t want it to be. Think of it as meditation. You allow me to take over the burden of all of that thinking and worrying and all you have to do is do as I ask and sit quietly by me.’’ I nod my head before I get a chance to overthink it. What’s the harm? It’s just like Wanda said, it’s basically a meditation exercise.

‘’I have a phone call to make.’’ She says, as she gently extracts herself from me, swinging her legs down to sit primly upright. ‘’It won’t be long, maybe 10 minutes. You can sit between my legs, however you like, you don’t have to kneel if you don’t want to.’’

I am acutely aware of a slight tremble in my hands and the pressing heat of my cheeks. If Wanda notices the redness in my face, she doesn’t mention it, and I’m grateful for that. I move awkwardly, unsure at first of what position to take. I settle for sitting down with my back towards Wanda, in between her legs and resting against the soft cushion of the sofa. I swing my legs to the side, tidily tucking them out of the way.

‘’Are you comfortable?’’ Wanda asks, and I nod, grateful that I don’t have to look her in the eyes. A strange combination of shame and elation fills my chest, swirling around inside me, speeding up the beating of my heart and making my stomach clench in anxious anticipation.

‘’If you want to stop at any time, for whatever reason, give me two taps on my legs, okay? Can you do that now to show me you understand?’’ I tap the flat of my palm twice against her calf, the fabric of her trousers swishing as I do so.

‘’Good girl. When you tell me you want to stop, I’ll end the phone call immediately, alright? And don’t be scared to tap out, you’re safe with me.’’

I let out a long sigh, shifting the hem of my dress to cover the rapidly cooling skin of my calves. ‘’Okay, I think I’m ready.’’

***

Wanda begins her phone call, chatting away to Maria Hill, the woman who now holds my old position. For a few seconds, I listen attentively to the conversation, Wanda’s easy manner and the casual tone of voice reminding me of how well acquainted the two of them are. Then I remember that I shouldn’t be doing all this thinking, so I make an effort to clear my mind.

I take several deep breaths in through my nose, letting the air out through my mouth. Wanda must take notice of this, because her free hand finds my hair, smoothing it back from my forehead before sliding her fingers through the strands. Slowly, methodically, she scratches her nails over my scalp. The rhythm of her swirling fingers is hypnotizing, I close my eyes and allow the repetitive movement to lull me into a deep state of calm.

Everything else around me falls away, everything but the feel of Wanda’s fingers on my scalp and her voice somewhere in the distance. I lean against her thigh, resting the side of my face against the soft fabric of her trousers, feeling the gentle heat of her skin blooming underneath. My ear presses against her and I hear the blood thundering through my veins, like the crashing of ocean waves against the shore. Wanda’s hand steady in my hair feels like safety, like coming home after a long night out. It feels like hot chocolate during a snowstorm and being tucked into bed.

When her phone call ends, I feel strangely sad, and partly annoyed at having to stop so soon. But Wanda doesn’t make any move to end this, whatever we might call it. The room is silent now, no longer filled with Wanda’s low raspy voice, her accent thick on certain words. She’s sitting very still, not moving a muscle, almost like she’s trying not to disturb me.

I allow myself to adjust slowly, like waking myself up after a tiring night, gently coaxing my mind back to consciousness in the early hours of the morning. Groggily, I open my eyes, somehow surprised to find the room still permeated with daylight. I feel sleepy, my limbs heavy from relaxation. Wanda stirs for the first time, leaning down to cup my cheek. ‘’Are you okay, honey? Are you ready to get back up?’’ She asks, in a voice slightly above a whisper.

I let out a huge jawn, my jaw stretching wide, making Wanda chuckle. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’ She pats the space next to her on the sofa. ‘’Now we get to the best part.’’

‘’Better than that?’’ I wonder out loud, as I gingerly extract myself from the floor. Once I’m out from between Wanda’s legs, she kicks off her shoes, laying back on the sofa, spreading her legs and indicating I should sit between them. ‘’Oh yes, because now I get to reward you for being so good.’’

Her arms wrap around my waist, guiding me to lay down with her, my head on her chest, one ear pressed down to hear the steady ‘thump, thump, thump’ of her heart. Over the course of the past month, Wanda and I haven’t shrunk from physical contact, hugs and casual cuddles are standard practice by now, but we hardly ever do anything more intimate than that, at least not during the daytime. In the late hours, it’s all different of course, under the cover of darkness and under the guise of tired delirium, we would hold one another all night, our bodies drawn to each other even in sleep.

It’s such a rarity to be this close to her at this time of day, and I revel in it. The deep thud of her heartbeat reverberates throughout my body, I breathe in her perfume and allow my eyes to close once more.

‘’You enjoyed that, didn’t you?’’ Wanda murmurs, her voice quiet, soft enough to not disturb the peace. ‘’You did so well, I’m very proud of you for trusting me and giving it a go.’’ I glow under her praise, it warms me from the inside out, like hot mulled wine on a blustery winter's day. I nod the best I can in this position. ‘’It was nice, I wish it would’ve lasted longer.’’ She hums thoughtfully. ‘’What did you like about it?’’

‘’Everything was so quiet, like I had nothing to worry about for a bit. And…’’ I trail off, my voice getting lost in the rapid current of thoughts, wondering what to say next, and if I ought to say anything at all. ‘’And?’’ Wanda prompts, gentle encouragement nudging me to tell the truth. ‘’And- It just felt good to do what you told me to, and it feels good for that to be acknowledged.’’ I say somewhat sheepishly, the heat returning to my face. ‘’Is that weird?’’

Her arms tighten around me, and she rubs my back with a gentle hand. ‘’It’s completely normal to feel that way, and I’m so proud of you for acknowledging those feelings, I know it isn’t easy.’’ It feels strange to be talked to in this way, for Wanda to treat my small confession as something worth being rewarded for. It’s embarrassing, but I’m still pleased, grateful for the attention in spite of it all.

‘’I think I just feel a bit weird about liking it, because it’s what Kate was doing, and her and Pepper… You know, they do that because of their… thing.’’ Wanda chuckles gently, our bodies swaying as her shoulders shake. ‘’You don’t have to compare what we did, with what they do. They have their own reasons for that dynamic. If you enjoy it and would like to do it again, there isn’t any harm in it. Like I said, it has nothing to do with sexual intimacy.’’

I turn my face up and towards her, the angle slightly awkward. ‘’We can do this again?’’

She’s looking down at me and I can see her face now, she scrunches up her nose affectionately. ‘’We can do this whenever you’d like, little dove.’’

I rest my head back fully on her chest, her skin is hot against my own where her shirt doesn’t cover it. I look at the skin of her bare arm, curled around my body, holding me tight against her. I reach out a finger, tracing the pattern of freckles, connecting them all like a star chart. She brushes my hair away from my face and presses a soft kiss to my temple.

My finger stops in its tracks. My skin burns where she kissed me, searing with the gentleness of it all. For half a heartbeat, I wonder what would happen if I turned my head and pressed my lips to hers. Then she leans back, resting her head against the sofa pillows, and the moment passes. My finger resumes its path across her arms. Her demeanour hasn’t changed, she lies there, relaxed, at ease.

Underneath my ear, pressed tight against her chest, her heart is racing.

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 4 years ago

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what are some of mod dave's aus

uhh ok this is a fucking plethora

SO I HAVE!!

HUMANSTUCK - i just imagine this one by default,,, uhh john was definitely born in athens greece. terezis been chinese / korean this whole time idk what youre talking abou-,t-

DEMIGODSTUCK - i Know i have gone into detail about on this blog before. my favorite concepts from this one are greyro ace vitiligo aphrodite son karkat who doesnt feel like he fits in with his cabin cause they make fun of him for being “ugly” and “loveless” and then he comes around and completes a quest and becomes head counselor, and uhhh hephaestus dirk who has pyrokinesis and also loses an arm so now hes got a metal one he built himself

DONT LOOK DOWN - my greyromantic human-collegestuck 18kword banekat fic im writing which ive Also mentioned on this blog before

DEAD KIDS - this is based off a katie alender book called “the dead girls of hysteria hall” please read that book its fucking phenomenal dave is the one who inherited the asylum and all the homestuck girls are the ghosts trapped inside its made my friends cry before when i made them read it hal almost busted out his witch charm and warded me away cause of dead kids

DONT STARVE - where everyone lives in the 1920s and they get sucked into tim burton minecraft island hell and they all gotta survive there (handmaid is definitely charlie. it fucks aradia up cause she Knows. think like winona. she gets one free night without being consumed by the darkness itself cause Family Reasons)

MINECRAFT - this one is where a lot of people are like sentient humanoid half-creatures like sollux is half creeper half human and dont. uh. dont get him mad. also drowned eridan and feferi but theyre not dead or brainless they just be lookin like that. its cool !! you know !!!

MEDIEVALSTUCK - terezi is an oracle of the church except not anymore shes blasphemous and gets exiled and its her and a bunch of friends who are all like “wow the kingdom thought i was weird too lets all have an adventure together”!! examples: dave cant be a knight cause his eyes are red and that means hes the devil. sollux is a mage who specializes in death-related magic so obviously he brought upon this plague. rose is a lesbian thats not allowed also shes a WITCH. kanayas a vampire. shes just a vampire. she proposes to rose with a sword

EARTH INVASION - this is a no-sburb au where the alternian empire came and took over earth as a colony, also all the trolls exist at the same time as the revolution so like the whole vantas family gets to help out, and the humans are taken as like property cause theyre Technically Lowbloods but theyre Not having it so they all escape and join the rebellion and take down the GOVERNMENT

TROLLSTUCK - daves a mutantblood (same idea where all troll generations exist at the same time) and he finds the vantas rebellion and JADE is a LIMEBLOOD and she is NOT having a good time but shshhs shh its ok shes an olive its FINE

BLOOD / KIDSWAP - kanaya is the vantas and she thinks shes so clever cause shes posing as a bronzeblood. there IS sburb in this one. also dave egbert and john harley. love those boys. jade lalonde is a terrifying concept if she ever goes grimdark run away immediately

OPPOSITESTUCK - jade is the main character and she just wants everyone to shut the fuck up. this is also a sburb au and she hates her land its Too Loud. uhh rose is a being of chaos and exists in the void outside of spacetime itself. and john is a little bastard. tavros is now The Antichad. which is a valid ancestor name actually-

CYBERSTUCK - this one is really really specific, uhh its a post-apocalyptic dystopian cyberpunk futuristic humanstuck where the city everyone lives in once flourished with the help of several versions of androids, but as they advanced they needed more and more power which became fucking nuclear and there was a fallout. so now everythings radioactive, everyones scrounging to survive, androids from “the underground” (the main core of where most of specifically the power droids were kept) are SUPER fucking valuable cause theyre able to give you power, and the radioactivity mutated a lot of people so instead of zombies there are just mutants. and roxy is one of them but theyre still sentient so they look like fucking HEINOUSTUCK roxy but theyre still like. vibing

MAFIASTUCK - where everyone does Illegal Things but mostly not like morally illegal things. just like. yknow daves a thief and. sollux is the most wanted anonymous hacker in texas,, uh. dirk commits arson sometimes,. vriska is vriska,.. jane is in on some high key white collar crimes in the crockercorp company,, and poor john is just this normal idiot surrounded by all of this at college and hes like “god. i hate you all. please be normal”

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG - uhh john has a miraculous and its firefly themed and thats his name !! “firefly”!!! his Big Power is like “typhoon” or some shit he can make a big storm Go and serenity the firefly is his little fuckin uhhh Friend. the Miraculous Animal i forgot what it was called

YOUTUBERSTUCK - this ones based off unus annus p much where like theyre all youtubers and thats how they all met like john and dahnte (banes oc, ive also talked about dahnte) are unus annus and dave and sollux are like. good mythical morning and roxy is an asmr channel and kanaya is a makeup tutorial channel and jade has a vlog with her dog and its called doggy vloggies and eridan does all these science experiments and jane has a baking channel and nepeta ,, she just like. does, what she does and people like her. she doesnt have a genre. shes just nepeta on youtube. and shes a fucking hit. also dirk and jake make music

then like i obviously have concept aus that are pretty much just designs, like gemstuck where theyre all . ,, steven universe gems, and then rwbystuck where theyre all at beacon academy and have their own semblances, and a one piece au where theyre all pirates and some of them ate the Big Shit Fruits, and my own flavor of demonstuck cause who doesnt have a demonstuck, and stardew valley stuck (which i call starstuck valley) where a couple of them are farmers on their own respective farms and they all come together amidst the idiot villagers and go “hey did that wizard make you drink that leaf juice soup too or like is that just me”, and a survivalstuck where the whole premise is like. “the forest” kinda game. oh shit your plane went down and youre stranded in the woods. find your friends and survive. maybe dont get near those eight-armed women with no heads. thats a good idea

long story short i have. uh. a plethora

#not a quote #mod dave #long

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grantyort · 4 years ago

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Prelude IV: Relight

Post-Surgery: DAY ONE

[Sean sits in the hospital bed, legs crossed, staring into space when he hears a familiar voice.]

Joey: Sean, Sean Diaz? Well damn. I never thought I’d see your sorry ass again!

Sean: Geez Joey. Is that how you talk to all your patients?

Joey: Just the ones I like.

[Sean chuckles]

Joey: C’mere big man.

[Joey gives Sean a big bear hug]

Sean: How’ve you been Joey?

Joey: Can’t complain. These days, they got me up in hospice care. You’re probably the first person I’ve seen today that didn’t need their bedpans changed.

Sean: Sounds terrible.

Joey: It’s all not all bad. Lot of these folks have stories that you wouldn’t believe. One of my patients has lived through five wars and two depressions, tells me I’m a credit to my race.

Sean: Yeesh.

Joey: (shrugs) She means well. It’s almost flattering compared to some of the stuff I’ve heard. Been on this job almost ten years now, some people still treat me like I have no idea what I’m doing.

Sean: That sucks Joey.

Joey: Yeah... Anyway, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself. From what I heard, this procedure cost a small fortune. You must have friends in high places.

Sean: Yeah, something like that.

Joey: And no guard at the door this time. I assume everything got cleared up with the police? Not planning to make a break for it again are ya?

Sean: Nah, no daring escapes this time.

Joey: Good. I don’t think I’d survive another blow to the head.

Sean: Listen Joey I’m really sorry-

Joey: (laughs) Relax Sean! I’m just messing with you! It’s ancient history as far as I’m concerned. Say, did you ever end up finding that brother of yours?

Sean: Yeah. He’s actually coming to visit me tomorrow.

Joey: Can’t wait to meet him!

Sean: Famous last words.

Joey: So… what you been up to these days?

Sean: Mostly just cramming for the SATs, drawing, listening to music. Normal teenage shit.

Joey: That’s good to hear. I was worried about you man. You went AWOL after the hospital. I got police and Feds breathing down my neck for weeks. Then a month later, I hear about a couple of kids trying the border to Mexico on the news.

Sean: Sorry I never reached out. I just didn’t want to get you more involved than you already were-

Joey: You made the right call. They questioned me for hours. My apartment was filled with G-men, my girlfriend was freaked. I honestly thought she was going to dump my ass.

Sean: I’m really sorry Joey.

Joey: Don’t sweat it Sean, it was for a good cause. Besides, everything worked out in the end.

Sean: Yeah I noticed, how long have you been-

Joey: Almost a year now. We’re expecting our first baby in the summer.

Sean: Congratulations dude!

Joey: Thanks, but honestly, I’m kinda nervous, don’t think I’m ready to be a father.

Sean: You’ll be a great dad, Joey. You’re awesome at taking care of people.

Joey: You’re damn right. Speaking of which, we should probably take a look at that eye of yours.

[Joey takes off the bandage and gives Sean’s eye a thorough examination]

Joey: Well it looks a helluva lot better than the last time I saw it.

Sean: That’s good to hear. I wasn’t sure it would work.

Joey: Well it’s too early to say if your vision will fully recover. But at the very least you won’t have to walk around with a patch anymore.

Sean: Good. It’s hard enough finding a prom date let alone one that’s willing to go with a pirate.

Joey: Still with the pirate jokes huh? Hopefully, you’ll have to write some new material after this.

[Joey applies a new bandage on Sean’s eye]

Joey: And you’re all set. Now as much as I love our talks, I gotta make my rounds. Buzz me if you need me.

Sean: Later Joey.

Joey: See ya tomorrow Sean.

[Joey leaves the room. Sean turns to look out the window. The door shoots open, and a small figure comes bursting in.]

Daniel: Sean!

[He jumps onto the bed and into Sean’s arms]

Stephen: (out-of-breath) Sorry, I tried to stop him, but he outran me.

Sean: You okay Stephen?

Stephen: I am… just need a minute to catch my breath. The old ticker ain’t what it used to be- I need to sit down.

Daniel: Take it easy grandpa.

Sean: What are you doing here, enano? I wasn’t expecting you guys until tomorrow.

Daniel: I made grandpa book an earlier flight. I just couldn’t wait!

[he hugs Sean again]

Sean: Haha easy. I just had surgery, remember?

Daniel: Oh right, s-sorry.

[There’s a brief flash, followed by a shutter click]

Sean: What’re you doing, gramps?

Stephen: Oh nothing, just commemorating the moment. Thanks to your brother, I finally got the hang of this newfangled smartphone camera.

Daniel (whispering): He had it stuck on selfie mode for days. Anyway, did it go? Is your eye…

Sean: I mean… it’s not 100% yet but I can sort of see again.

Daniel: T-that’s awesome! Can I see it?

Sean: Dude last time I showed you my eye, you almost cried. Besides, the doctors say I still need to keep the bandage on for a bit, while it heals.

Daniel: Right. That makes sense. Oooh this room looks cool. Do they have Netflix or a Playbox?

Sean: It’s a hospital, dude.

Daniel: Lame.

Sean: So catch me up. Did I miss anything interesting at home?

Daniel: Nah… Chris is still on that fishing trip with his dad so there’s no one to hang out with. Oh I almost forgot. He made you this card. Isn’t it awesome?

[Daniel gives Sean a hand-drawn “get-well-soon” card from Chris]

Sean: Yeah. It’s pretty cool. We can have Claire put it up when we get back.

Daniel: Grandma’s still in that feud with the lady from church.

Sean: Which one was that again?

Daniel: Agnes, the one who gives off major Lisbeth-vibes. She says grandma stole her casserole recipe for the church bake-sale. Lying bitch.

Stephen: Language!

Sean: Maybe one of us should try to smooth things over before it gets nasty.

Stephen: Hell hath no fury… lemme tell ya. I’ve been married to your grandmother long enough to know once that woman sets her mind on something… there’s no stopping her. Best to just let things run their course.

Sean: Claire can get a little… passionate sometimes. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her lose her temper for real.

Stephen: There’s a fire in that woman. It’s part of the reason I married her. Just pray she never turns it on you. I hope I’ll never live to see that day, god willing.

[Sean notices Daniel circling the hospital bed, pressing his hand on various parts of the mattress]

Sean: (laughs) What are you doing, enano?

Daniel: Just trying to figure which side of the bed I want to sleep on tonight.

Sean: Dude. There’s no way this bed’s gonna fit both of us.

Daniel: The one in Mom’s trailer was way smaller!

Sean: Yeah well… you were a lot smaller back then.

Stephen: They have a nice area for visitors down the hall.

Daniel: But I want to stay with Sean!

Sean: I guess I could ask Joey to bring in a couch or something.

Daniel: Who’s Joey?

Sean: The nurse who took care of me after the accident. I told you about him, remember?

Daniel: Oh right! I can’t wait to meet him!

DAY TWO

Joey: How are we doing today? Any headaches, dizziness, socket pain?

Sean: Nah it’s all good. Still getting used to having depth perception again. It’s kinda weird.

Joey: You’ll get used to it. Anything else to report?

Sean: Nothing major. I’ve just been having some really weird dreams.

Joey: We have a psychiatrist on-site if you need a professional to talk to.

Sean: Nah it’s alright, probably just the drugs messing with my brain.

Joey: Well your vitals look good. We’ll go over some basic tests. You know the drill.

(Sean covers his right eye and tries to read the chart. Joey then shines a light and asks him to follow along. Finally, he asks Sean to put the cap back on the pen.)

Joey: You passed with flying colors. The doctor will be in for a final exam tomorrow and then we can discharge you.

Sean: (sarcastically) Too bad, I was ready to become the first Mexican pirate to attend college. So much for being a trailblazer.

Joey: Good to see you haven’t lost that snarky-ass sense of humor.

Joey: Anyway, I’m taking my lunch now. Want me to get you anything from the cafeteria? Wait… don’t tell me. Chocolate pecan?

Sean: You know it.

Joey: I met your brother in the hall. Cute kid.

Sean: (deadpans) Give it a few days. Then see if you get a “second opinion.”

Joey: He does seem a little… “energetic”. But that’s normal for kids his age.

Sean: Yeah one minute I’m his favorite person in the world. The next, he’s off doing God knows what, and doesn’t want me “bossing him around”. You know how it is.

Joey: Can’t say I do. Grew up in a house with three older sisters. Guess I must have been the annoying one. Daniel’s lucky to have you looking out for him. Must be tough sometimes.

Sean: Oh you have no idea.

[Joey claps Sean’s shoulder, he feels a jolt shooting up his spine, everything goes white]

(Sean sees a door marked: “Miranda A. Connolly, Hospital Director”)

Connolly: You’ve been a valuable asset to this hospital. Stellar feedback from all of your patients and attendings.

Joey: I sense a “but” coming.

Connolly: But, given the dubious circumstances surrounding your transfer and your past involvement with the law. The Board thinks it might be better for one of the other nurses to take this spot.

Joey: Please. I’ve got a kid on the way. We just bought our first house. Can you at least consider bumping up my pay? I haven’t gotten a real raise since I started here. There are kids coming out of nursing school that make what I make!

Connolly: The hospital has limited resources as it is, and the State just slashed our funding again. I just can’t justify raising anyone’s salary right now.

Joey: I break my back for this hospital, work extra shifts, get to know the patients. You promised me at the annual review that I’d-

Connolly: That was before this new information came to light. I’m sorry Joseph, maybe next year.

[Sean snaps out of his trance]

Joey: Sean? Sean are you okay?

Sean: Sorry, Guess I spaced out. Must just be the medication.

Joey: I can have the doctor come by and adjust your dosage.

Sean: I’m fine Joey. I swear. Weren’t you about to take lunch?

Joey: Oh right. We’ll pick this up later.

[Joey leaves the room, looking slightly puzzled.]

Sean: (thinking) W-what what was that? A dream? But It felt so… real.

[Sean takes out his phone and enters the name of the hospital, He finds their website. Under the ‘About’ section he scrolls to the Executive team bio. There is a photo of the woman he saw in the vision followed by a small blurb]

“Miranda A. Connolly is the President and Chief Director of Mt. Cedar General Hospital. She was appointed back in 2016 as Associate Director and has since made ground-breaking changes to the field of medicine and medical care. Under her leadership, this hospital was able to expand greatly, hiring new diverse staff members and vastly improving quality of care for all its patients.”

Sean: (thinking) Holy shit… it’s real. Does that mean I…?

Daniel: Hey Sean! What you looking at?

Sean: Dude! Don’t sneak up on me like that!

Daniel: I wasn’t sneaking. I was practicing my stealth!

Sean: Yeah sure.

Daniel: Are you looking at the new Playbox Pro? My birthday is right around the corner you know.

Sean: Birthday? It’s still January!

Daniel: Never too early to start preparing.

Sean: (rolling eyes) Yeah cuz everything’s always about you.

Daniel: Oooh I bet you were watching those dirty videos again. I’m tellin’ grandpa!

Sean: Hey hands off my phone you little-

[Daniel tries to grab Sean’s phone. Sean wrests his hand away. There is another a jolt]

[Daniel stands in front of the vending machine, staring at the jumbo chock-o-crisp. He looks around to check that the coast is clear. Then he waves his hand causing the chock-o-crisp to fall off the rack and into the dispenser slot.He gleefully retrieves it and devours the candy bar in a matter of seconds]

Sean: Dude, I told you not to eat any more chock-o-crisps! Do you want another trip to the dentist?

Daniel: What are you talking about? I haven’t had one in weeks!

Sean: Yeah sure. So you didn’t pig out at the vending machine before coming in here?

Daniel: How did you-

Sean: Maybe I have magic powers or maybe… you’ve still got crumbs on your collar.

Daniel: Aw, damn it. Promise you won’t tell grandpa.

Sean: Oh so you can tell on me but I can’t tell on you?

Daniel: (smugly) Exactly.

Sean: C’mere ya little shit!

Daniel: Sean stop! Ha that tickles. Quit it!

(After their little bout, Daniel curls up next to Sean, resting his head on Sean’s lap. Sean ruffles Daniel’s hair absentmindedly)

Sean: You ever wish you were… you know “normal” again?

Daniel: You mean not have my powers? Nah. They’re a part of me now. Besides, being normal is overrated.

Sean: (chuckles) I guess it is. But do you ever get that feeling like you thought you wanted something for a really long time but when you finally get it, it nothing like you thought it’d be?

Daniel: Uhhh… you mean like how I begged grandma to get me a PlayBox Live Subscription, but then the exclusives turned out to be shit? And now I have to act like I love it?

Sean: Yeah something like that.

Daniel: (yawns) Meh I’ll just ask for a gaming PC for my birthday.

Sean: Dude you’re like the greediest ten year-old I know.

Daniel: How many ten year-olds do you know?

Sean: Uh… just you and Chris.

Daniel: So, you want me to be more like Chris?

Sean: Wouldn’t hurt.

Daniel: (imitating Chris) “Only the purest of hearts may wield the power of Captain Spirit!”

Sean: Guess that rules you out.

Daniel: (playfully) Shut up.

DAY THREE

Doctor: Okay Mr.Diaz. I want you to follow the light. Look to your right, up and to the right. Good, good, excellent pupil response. Now look at the chart, cover your right eye and read this line.

Sean: Uh… A, O, E, P… T? Sorry I can’t really make out the last one.

Doctor: That’s okay, it takes time.

Doctor: Now this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I recommend that you wear a patch over your right eye. It’ll be temporary of course, just until you learn to see with your left eye again.

Sean: (laughs dryly) And here I thought my seafaring days were behind me.

Doctor: You know… pirate actually wore patches so their eyes could easily adjust to the darkness and see below deck- Sorry my son’s going through a pirate phase.

Sean: I know the feeling. My little brother’s been through every phase imaginable.

Doctor: Kids, you gotta treasure every moment. Because before you know it, they’ll be all grown up, ready to go off on their own. Look at me, rambling on. Anyway, I signed your discharged papers. They’ll schedule you for some outpatient care in the coming months.You’re almost ready to go.

Sean: Sounds good.

Doctor: And you’re sure you don’t want to get do something about that nasty scar? A good-looking kid like you, it would be a shame to-

Sean: That’s okay, I think I’ll keep it… as a reminder.

Doctor: Alright but if you ever change your mind, I could refer you to a great plastic surgeon.

Sean: Thanks Doc, for everything.

Doctor: The pleasure’s all mine, Mr.Diaz. The groundwork we laid here could help hundreds of other patients in the future. We are making history. Your nurse should be along in a moment to help you get discharged.

[Sean sits in quiet contemplation. Reflecting on his dreams and new “vision”]

Sean (thinking): Be careful what you wish for...

Joey: Looks like everything’s good to go. Remember to use your eye-drops-

Sean: Twice a day. Yeah Joey, I know.

Joey: Guess it’s goodbye again. Don’t be a stranger this time okay?

Sean: I won’t.

Joey: Here’s my number. Call me if ever need professional advice or just want to shoot the shit.

Sean: Thanks Joey. Let me know how everything goes with the baby.

Joey: Oh don’t you worry about that. Soon I’ll be blowing up your phone with pictures.

Sean: Haha can’t wait.

Joey: Now hospital policy says I gotta wheel your ass outta here. For liability reasons.

Sean: At least it’ll be a smoother exit than last time.

Joey: (laughs) Get in the chair smart-ass.

Beaver Creek, One Week Later

Sean: Okay, you ready?

Daniel: (takes deep breath) Alright. Show it to me.

Sean: So… how does it look?

Daniel: Looks… normal.

Sean: You almost sound disappointed. Were you expecting a bionic eye or something?

Daniel: No. I just… it looks good. I like the scar; makes you look extra tough.

Sean: You think so?

Daniel: Yeah… totally badass!

Sean: Thanks, enano.

Daniel: You need a new codename, like Scarred Wolf or Deadshot Diaz!

Sean: Let’s leave the nicknames up to Chris.

Daniel: Hey! I make up awesome names too!

Sean: Whatever you say,��Superwolf”

#life is strange 2 #life is strange #sean diaz #daniel diaz #captain spirit #chris eriksen #stephen reynolds #lis2 #captain spirit ww #joey peterson

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freshlybakedspiderbread · 4 years ago

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seiga or aya :)

breaking them down... (x)

You get a twofer because i am nothing but generous. Firstly, Seiga...

How I feel about this character

You know how I feel! Probably my favourite character, or at least always floating around number one spot. She’s unashamedly wicked, but also fun and charming in her own way. She’s determined to live her best life forever and also helping the people she cares about (prestigious company!) to live their best lives forever too. I’ll try to sum up all snappily: I love her a lot, unfortunately!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Are we talking like ship as in “ive put a lot of thought into her potential romances” or ship as in “just name anyone and everyone i’ve ever thought it would be nice for them to kiss”? Since I’m trying to not drag these out, I’ll go with the latter...

Obvious close connections that spring into something bigger: Miko (they bring out each other’s best and worst qualities), Tojiko (incredibly spicy), Yoshika (when she was alive! then tragedy struck...).

Fateful encounters that stick forever: Kaguya (you did this to me), and Marisa. The latter isn’t something I’ve thought about more than “its be kinda funny if they bothered each other a whole bunch for a while, and got semi-attached”.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Among all the taoists, her relationship with Futo is by far the funniest and the dramaless. Whatever respect or reverence Futo might have had for Seiga has since transformed into treating her like a quirky familial buddy who does the occasional crime but that just means she’s flawed like the rest of them. Meanwhile Seiga finds Futo bewildering more often than not and gets irritated whenever Futo implies they’re both equals under Miko, but wouldn’t change a thing about her.

Honourabe mention goes to their back-and-forths with myouren crew leading to Byakuren thinking Seiga is a complicated soul in need of a friend, and driving Seiga crazy (Nobody is allowed to think she has emotions!)

My unpopular opinion about this character

I’m suspicious of all fanarts of her in qipao... That includes you 👁️ Sadly, it is totally in-character for her to cash in on her ‘exotic�� appeal and Miko would eat it up...

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

One thing about this question i wanna make clear is i don’t have often have any big hopes from canon outside of the standard ‘she should show up’ because so much of touhou taking and making their own ideas with the content.

That said, she should show up. With a new outfit. Give her a weimao and/or a veil.

Aya time...

How I feel about this character

The only other character who hovers around my number 1 as often as Seiga, and it’s this tengu reporter. I think I was destined to be attached to her from the beginning, since Wind God Girl from pofv was the first piece of touhou music I ever heard and my first exposure to series as a whole. Nostalgia aside, I love her a lot and I couldn’t have picked a better candidate for a favourite character because she’s actually someone who shows up in canon regularly! Sorry to people whose favourite is Alice...

All the people I ship romantically with this character

There’s Hatate, and then there’s Reimu, and... I think that’s it? I think any relationship that has someone dealing with Aya is probably a ton of fun to think about though.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Her rocky work-relationship with Momiji which usually ends with the latter biting her is pretty funny, but I think just as funny is whenever she runs into Suika at the hakurei shrine or wherever. Aya in general I like to think is wary or not fond of being in the compay of oni, and so she can’t help but to have her guard up at least a little even around Suika who is the oni least deserving of any respect. But it’s hard to maintain that when Suika just doesn’t care and keeps almost spilling alcohol on Aya’s notebook whenever she tries peeking and badgering about what she’s writing.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

What if in the next hypothetical bunkachou book, the gimmick is that it’s a live coverage of an ongoing event and she’s hastily reediting the notes as it goes along, and now and then someone else gets their hands on the book and writes their own thoughts for a page or two, which Aya can’t erase. Maybe I just like the thought of having her be tormented a little.

#0ddfront #i'm gonna try and be succinct on all these asks instead of pouring every thought i've ever had ever about each of these #touhou #kaku seiga #shameimaru aya

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 years ago

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Written In The Stars IV (Harry Potter xFem!Oc)

A/N: Next to writing in another language, writing Hagrid��s dialogues is a nightmare. So, I just did it as little as possible though I love him so much.

Words: 2,449

Warnings: None!

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Chapter Four: Rubeus Hagrid.

The next days were horrid, it had been years since she had felt so powerless, locked in her house with no one to play, even worse, knowing Harry had been kidnapped by the Dursleys. Her mum was anxious too, but she was better at hiding it. From time to time she would go over to the window and look around, Mel knew she was looking for an owl.

Then, on the evening of the second day, a loud bang on the door made them jump from their seats. Emily stood up and opened the door, gasping at the sight in front of her.

"Hagrid, what are you doing here?" A man, taller than anyone she'd ever known, was standing in the doorway, hair rustled and beard long and messy.

"Dumbledore," He said in a deep, rusty voice, "sent me"

"Why?" The woman asked, "Harry's not here!"

"He thought that Mel might wan' to come!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

His eyes looked around the room and landed on the little girl, hiding behind the sofa.

"Well look at yeh, Mel!" He laughed, "Look at yeh! Yeh've grown!"

"Do I know you?" She asked.

"He saw you when you were a baby," Her mother moved away from the door so he could come in, looking more tired than before, "he's an old friend"

"Oh," She said, standing up from the sofa, "nice to meet you, uh..."

"Rubeus Hagrid," The man walked up to her with heavy steps that made the whole house tremble, "keeper of keys in Hogwarts, bet yeh know about tha' now"

"I know about Hogwarts," Mel nodded, pleased to recognize the name.

"Hagrid," Emily closed the door, "I'm sorry, but did you just say that you're here to take Mel?"

"If yeh allow," Hagrid smiled, putting his hands inside his coat, "if not, I still wanted to deliver this to dear ol' Mel. Yeh turned eleven this month, don' think I forgot!"

He handed her a box filled with strange candies that she couldn't wait to eat.

"Can I go?" She asked her mother, "I promised Harry I would help!"

"I... I don't know," Emily looked over to Hagrid, "you know where Harry is?"

"Yes," He nodded, "we'll be there in no time"

"You have to be careful," She replied, "please Hagrid, the kids..."

"Dumbledore trust me," He made a careless movement with his hand that almost knocked off the lamp, "yeh'll have yer daughter back safe an' soun"

"I'll be good, I promise," Mel jumped, holding tightly to her mother's wrist, "Please?"

"I'll have to talk with Dumbledore one of these days," She huffed, "He keeps forgetting who is your tutor"

"That means I can go?" Mel held her breath.

"Bloody-" Emily groaned in frustration, passing a hand through her hair, "put on your coat and listen to everything Hagrid tells you. If you disobey you won't be going to any fun trips again."

Mel let out a short squeal and hugged her mother.

It was hard to tell exactly what thing impressed her most: Hagrid or his motorcycle. The trip was wonderful, he answered to every question the little girl had on her mind since Dumbledore's visit.

She learned many things that day, not only about the school but about how the wizards and witches behaved, she wanted to know how to act around others, she wanted to be prepared.

"My mum said she kept me away because of the rumors about my father's family," She frowned, "you know those rumors?"

Hagrid groaned.

"What yeh hav' to know Mel, is tha' Dumbledore is one of the most powerful an' bright of al' the wizardin' community. Many folks feel threaten' by it. Yeh should never feel bad abou' the family yeh come from. Not even once."

Mel nodded, although Hagrid hadn't answered her question.

"Yer a lot like Matt," He said after a few minutes had passed, "he always asked questions 'bout everything. Smart ones. He was bright, that one. Yeh have the same look as him and Dumbledore, but those are Em's eyes. Tho' yeh have his smile too"

Mel didn't know how to respond to that. She hadn't seen any pictures of her father, but she felt happy to find out that she was similar to him. A sting of annoyance went through her heart as thinking of all the years she spent away from where she truly belonged.

They got closer to what it seemed a place taken directly from a horror movie.

"Is Harry there?" She asked in disbelief.

"His relatives sure are odd, aren' they?"

"They treat Harry very poorly," Mel shook her head in discontent.

"Do they?" Hagrid frowned, "Would yeh mind telling me more?"

Mel told him everything she knew about the Dursley, watching as the anger grew inside Hagrid.

"We'll fix this al'right," was all he said.

When they landed outside the little cottage, Mel prepared herself for what was about to happen.

"Is midnight," Hagrid said, "Harry just turned eleven"

And without adding to it, he knocked loudly on the door.

'BOOM!'

He knocked again, getting no answer.

He stepped back and said:

"Careful," And knocked down the door.

Mel jumped at the sound of the wood hitting the ground. Hagrid walked in and she followed, holding to his sleeve tightly, drenched from the storm. He lifted the door back in its frame. Mel remained behind his arm, cold, she moved along as he turned to face the Dursleys.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..."

He moved heavily towards the couch, she moved slightly away from his body, looking around. Harry was right in front of them.

As Hagrid forced Dudley to get up by sitting on the sofa, she ran to her friend.

"Harry!" She gave him a tight hug, "I told you I would find you!"

She heard a loud gasp on her right, when she looked up she saw Mrs. Dursley staring at her with wide eyes.

Well, she won't be able to hide her oddness anymore.

"An' here's Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed, "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby. Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got your mother's eyes."

Hagrid then had a little discussion with Mr. Dursley that ended up in Hagrid destroying the rifle and calling him names. Petunia Dursley was horrified, she kept mumbling, 'not her, not her...' as if Mel being a witch was the same as having a terminal disease.

"How..?" Harry whispered in stunned wonder.

Mel moved away, so happy that she couldn't stay still.

"He went for me so we could find you."

"Harry," Hagrid had his attention back to them, "A very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here- I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."

Hagrid dug into his coat and pulled a box, this one a bit more damaged than Mel's. Harry took it and opened with trembling hands, inside there was a cake with 'Happy Birthday' written with green icing.

Harry looked up to Hagrid and asked.

"Who are you?"

"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

Mel was ecstatic, this was really happening! Soon enough Harry would know everything. Hagrid and Harry shook hands (more like Hagrid almost ripped Harry's arm) and then added:

"What about that tea then, eh? I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind"

Mel stifled her laugh with a hand, watching as Hagrid quietly prepared the tea. She crossed her legs and waited patiently, amused at how easily Hagrid could scare the Dursleys. Hagrid passed her and Harry warm sausages and she took one of them, biting into the food with a hunger she didn't even know she had.

"I'm sorry," Said Harry after a moment, "but I still don't really know who you are."

"Call me Hagrid, everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts- yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course"

Mel frowned, hadn't Dumbledore told him all the issue with the Dursleys? If not, then Hagrid was in for a treat.

"Er- no" Harry admitted, "sorry"

"Sorry?" Hagrid turned to look at the Dursleys, "it's them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learnt it all?"

"All what?" asked her friend innocently.

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid stood up suddenly, causing Mel to drop the last bit of her food.

Hagrid was angry, and though he looked pretty scary, Mel had to cover her mouth again to hide her giggles. It wasn't a funny subject, but she couldn't help herself.

"DURSLEY!" Hagrid seemed to think it over, going back to Harry, "but yeh must know about yer mum and dad. I mean, they're famous, you're famous."

"What?" He then looked at Mel, "My- my mum and dad weren't famous, were they?"

That did take her by surprise, Mel hadn't heard about that specific thing at all.

"I don't know," She replied, "my mum never mentioned..."

"Yeh don't know," Hagrid seemed deeply affected by the news, "yeh don't know... yeh don't know what yeh are?"

"Stop!" Exclaimed Mr. Dursley suddenly.

There were a few screams here and there until Hagrid lost his patience.

"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," He turned to face the kids, "Harry, yer a wizard."

Mel stopped moving.

Finally.

"I'm a what?" asked Harry.

Things happened fast. Hagrid handed him the letter and he quietly read it, Harry asked about the owl and Hagrid pulled a real, angry-looking owl -Had it been there the whole time?- from one of his pockets, and wrote a little note like her mother had done a few days prior.

Then he went back to the sofa and Mr. Dursley said he wouldn't let Harry go, and well, Hagrid called him something neither Mel or Harry understood.

"A what?" They asked in unison.

"A muggle" Repeated Hagrid.

Muggle. Mel didn't think it was proper to go around calling every non-magical person like that, but she would be more than happy to address the Dursleys as big ol' muggles from now on.

Then things stopped being funny all of a sudden. Mrs Dursley had an outburst and completely confessed every little nagging detail about Lily's (Harry's mum) past. Blown up, she said, was the way she had died.

Mel knew a total of three things about her father so far:

·They had the same smile.

·He was a curious man, always asking smart questions.

·He died thanks to Voldemort.

So when Harry asked what had really happened with his parents, she understood his shook, all his life living in a lie was infuriating. They knew so little about their families it felt like a cruel joke.

Mel didn't feel like laughing anymore.

"But what happened to Vol- sorry, to You-Know-Who?"

"Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful- Why'd he go? Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don' reckon they could've done if he was comin' back."

"-Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on – I dunno what it was, no one does – but somethin' about you stumped him, all right"

"I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."

Hagrid chuckled.

'Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared, or angry?'

Harry shared a look with Mel, who smiled shyly.

"You..?" He didn't finish the question, but he didn't have to.

"I kept it a secret a few days because they asked me to," She assured him, "I didn't know until Dumbledore- he's my uncle, you know- he came into my house and explained it to me. My mum was pissed about it, and they made me promise I wouldn't tell"

"Why?"

"I don't know," She frowned, "I wanted to tell you. I didn't like lying to my best friend."

"You're also a... a witch?"

Mel nodded.

"I would show you my letter, but I left it at home."

Harry looked back at Hagrid, now smiling widely. Hagrid returned the expression.

"See?' said Hagrid, "Harry Potter, not a wizard – you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts. Both of you."

But Mr. Dursley wasn't having any of it. He started another argument with Hagrid, this time insulting Dumbledore. Hagrid lost control, affected by the words, he grabbed a hold of his umbrella and with a swift movement, gave Dudley a tail. A pig's tail, to be precise.

"Merlin's beard!" Mel exclaimed, deciding that it was about time she started to grow accustomed to the usual lingo of wizards and witches.

Hagrid apologized for losing his temper, he wasn't allowed to do magic since he got expelled in his third year at Hogwarts, he didn't explain why. He handed his coat to Mel and Harry so they could sleep in it, warning them about the dormice.

The children didn't mind one bit, they were glad Hagrid had come to the rescue.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years ago

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Remnants, Part VI

LOTS happens. If you’ve got questions, shoot me an ask and I’ll answer if it won’t spoil the plot : )

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

Thanks so much to @kitkatcronch @kpopperotp12 @seafrost-fangirl @sassystrawberryk and @perfect-rami for reading : ) If anyone else wants added to the taglist, let me know. I’ve greatly appreciated all of the feedback!

�� Warnings: Smut, again. Also, some talk of incest in case that is a trigger for you. Ahk is a solid 20 years of age to be certain to avoid any squick factor.

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Two weeks had passed since you took Ahkmenrah out of the museum, and you had been buried in pre-semester work. Summer was ending and soon all of NYU’s students would be returning to school. Once the undergrads returned, you also worked as a TA in addition to your work as an RA. You had to manage your time carefully to make sure you were going to be able to defend your dissertation in April, and that meant a lot more nights of sleeping so you could fill your days with writing.

A few days after your night out, you had popped into the museum to tell Ahk that you were just busy, you weren’t avoiding him. He said he understood, although the happiness in his eyes at seeing you quickly faded when he realized you wouldn’t be back for a while. Nevertheless, he answered the few questions you had, and when it came time to leave, he wrapped you up in a big hug and shot you that megawatt smile.

It bothered you to be away, but at the same time, you knew the power of distance. You tried not to think too much about that night between the two of you. If only you were capable of applying your work ethic to your will power, because as soon as you resolved to let it be a one-night thing, another part of you thought, why not have a repeat? You were two consenting adults who cared about one another and had great chemistry. Just because one of you died for half of a day didn’t mean that taking your relationship to a more intimate level was wrong—it worked for Buffy and Sookie, twice, for a while anyway . . .

You also had the precedent of Ryan; things worked out alright with the end of the sex-side of your arrangement.

After apologizing profusely to all of your friends for double-booking yourself that night, you made an effort to spend more time with people who were of the normal, totally alive variety. You had lunch with Ahmad and Jess, drinks with Chelsea, and you saw Timmy and Ryan at school during the week. You and Ryan companionably worked on your dissertations in the lounge. The Monday after, he asked a few questions about Ahkmenrah and you were as honest as you could be.

During that conversation, you told Ryan it was time to stop the sex side of your relationship.

“So, just friends, then?”

“Back to the basics for us, yes.”

“But you’re not looking to make this guy your boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Alrighty.”

So, Ry just dropped it; you were both busy and determined to get as much written prior to the start of term as possible, and honestly, you made great writing buddies.

That conversation went so well with Ryan, you thought maybe this could work with Ahk. You just had to set the same boundaries with him that you had with Ryan.

You made up your mind to talk to Ahkmenrah about it as soon as you finished your current chapter and sent it off to your chairs for review.

* * * * *

“Ahkmenrah?” you questioned as you looked around his exhibit, wondering where he could be.

“I’m in here, Y/N.”

You walked behind the large display stone in Ahkmenrah’s exhibit. He was sprawled out amidst a scattering of hieroglyphs written on notebook paper. His tablet was in the middle of the floor, glowing slightly, and on the back of the wall of his exhibit, there were arrangements of hieroglyphs tacked up in three rows of three, just like his tablet. So far, there were sets labelled, “Control/Command,” “Open Doorway,” “Armies of Undead,” and a few more that you didn’t know the translations for.

“I’ve been experimenting,” Ahkmenrah mumbled from the floor, his hand scribbling away on a piece of paper. “I really like modern writing utensils.”

“I see this, and yeah, the pen is a great invention.”

“Indeed!”

“Care to elaborate on what you’re doing, my mad scientist?”

“If the tablet has the power to bring the museum to life, surely it can do more. Just like on the night I was able to use it to call back the exhibits—you can see the arrangement for that command on the wall there,” Ahkmenrah said, not looking up from his notebook and waving vaguely toward the wall.

“What else have you figured out it can do?”

“Open a portal into the underworld, summon an army of the undead.”

You were stunned, but in order to be diplomatic you offered, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I think this is something I need to figure out on my own, but thank you,” Ahkmenrah said, now rereading over what he had been writing.

Ahk was wearing your NYU sweats and a t-shirt from the museum gift shop. Apparently, a few things had changed since you’d been away.

“Does Larry know what you’ve been up to?”

“Larry is not my keeper, Y/N. He’s the guardian of the exhibits in the museum.”

“So, that’s a no.”

“I do expect that Rebecca has figured it out because those signs appeared the other day,” Ahkmenrah said gesturing to the “Under construction, DO NOT ENTER” banners that spanned from the stone walls to the wall of the museum.

“Smart.”

It made for the perfect place for Ahkmenrah to work, and your aunt possessed your same insatiable curiosity. You made a mental note to text her and meet for lunch to talk about this.

You settled in behind Ahkmenrah and reached up to massage his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles relaxing under your ministrations.

A small hum of pleasure sounded deep within Ahk’s throat, a sound that made your thighs tingle in remembrance of your night together.

You shifted up onto your knees so your lips could reach the back of his neck. You placed a small kiss at the base, just above the material of his shirt, and Ahk stiffened, his muscles tensing immediately.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” you said as you moved your lips up a fraction of an inch and pressed them to his golden skin again.

“That was a one-time thing. We can’t—"

“But I want to. And I know you do, too.”

Your lips had traveled to just behind his ear and as you took the lobe between your lips and sucked, you suddenly found yourself flat on your back on top of Ahk’s research, the tablet, still glowing, inches from your head.

His gaze was a mixture of defeat and conquest. You had defeated his resolve not to complicate things between you and now he wanted to show you just how good this kind of complication could be.

He pinned your arms above your head, his thigh pushing tightly against your center as he straddled your thigh to hold you in place.

“I won’t share you. I don’t care if that’s unfair, but if you want this, you can’t have him, too.”

“He’s just a friend now.”

“Like I am just a friend?”

“I promise, no one else will be this kind of friend with me. I am a one-man kinda gal.”

“You would declare yourself my concubine?” Ahkmenrah said, his mouth twitching with mirth.

“You could declare yourself my concubine, former pharaoh.”

“Always a pharaoh. But for you, I think I would declare myself anything you wished.”

As Ahkmenrah bent his lips to yours and claimed your mouth, his words washed over you like a lust-filled rain. He kissed you into a puddle of pliancy, shifting his position so he was between your legs. His clothed cock was rubbing against the juncture between your legging-clad thighs. You felt like this was the most exquisite way to spend an evening at the museum yet . . . until the clopping of Teddy’s horse’s hooves startled the both of you.

“Fuck,” you hissed.

“Come on,” Ahk said. And the two of you took off in the direction of the forgotten storage area you used on the night you brought Ahkmenrah’s clothes.

As soon as the door shut, Ahkmenrah yanked off his t-shirt, standing sexily in just your pair of sweats, his arousal evident against the loose fabric.

You took off your shirt, bra, and leggings, leaving yourself clad only in a pair of icy-blue lace cheekies. You dropped to your knees in front of Ahk and ran your hands across his abdomen and around to squeeze his ass.

He was staring at you with those wide, polychromatic eyes, his pupils dilated, and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He ran his fingers over your arms and you hugged him close, nuzzling the bulge in his sweats, dragging your teeth over his covered cock to tease him.

Ahkmenrah clearly didn’t care for your teasing and pulled himself free to stroke his length, enticing you to take him in your mouth.

You licked his cock from base to tip, flattening your tongue to deliver as much of the wet, warm sensation to Ahk as possible before slowly swallowing him. You sucked him off, relishing in the salty, earthy taste of him.

With a growl, Ahkmenrah backed away from your lips, leaving you a little dazed at his sudden movement. He hoisted you up by grabbing under your elbows and then backed you into a stack of boxes. He lifted you, and pushing your panties aside, entered you with one hard thrust.

Ahkmenrah flung his hand over your mouth to cut off your obnoxious cry of pleasure, and his shoulders shook as he laughed and grinned at you.

“My gods, you are not at all experienced in the art of subtle liaisons.”

“Exactly how much experience do you have, huh?”

He grinned mischievously, “In all of our talks, you never asked me about my sex life.”

“That’s because I was trying to control myself by working really, really hard not to think about it.”

“Mmm, I suppose in this area, field research is the best way to learn.”

“Ahk?”

“Yes, my queen?”

“Move.”

And he did.

He fucked you so hard that you ended up knocking the boxes off of the shelf and the two of you finished your orgasms while on a toppled heap of dusty relics, some poking into your ass and your back but you didn’t care.

Still catching your breath, Ahkmenrah pulled you up out of the pile of rubble and held you flush against his body until your thighs stopped trembling. He was so warm, and you loved hearing his heart beat so soundly against his chest, knowing that you’re the one who brought him to such a high.

Once you were steady, you stepped back from Ahkmenrah and reached up to kiss him, grasping the sides of his face and running your thumbs across his cheekbones.

You looked into his eyes and asked, “So, did you have a harem?”

Ahkmenrah laughed before replying, “Curious, hmm? But the answer is no, as I had not yet married.”

“How long did you rule before your death?” you asked while redressing.

“I inherited the throne at 15. Father was aging and wanted to ensure our family continued to rule. It was a controversial choice because I was not the eldest.”

“No, Kahmunrah was. And you had three older sisters, too?”

“I did. My brother was a bit . . . reckless. Father wanted what was best for the kingdom. It was not a personal choice, rather a choice for what was best for the people. Kahmun just could not understand that,” Ahkmenrah finished, a faraway look in his eyes.

He continued, “I died . . . right before my marriage to Sitmut.”

You furrowed your brows, inventorying the list of Ahkmenrah’s sisters.

“Your sister.”

Ahkmenrah shook his head, coming out of whatever he had been remembering.

“Yes, my most beloved sister. She was only a year and a half older than me. We were very close as children, so she was my first choice.”

You pursed your lips, processing the information. You knew that pharaohs, especially those who had maintained rule over an extended period of time, rarely married outside of their families, so the information wasn’t unexpected.

Ahkmenrah moved to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your upper arms.

“I would have chosen you if I had known you then.”

You snorted, “I think not. Duty before love, right?”

You almost swallowed your tongue when you realized what you had just said, your cheeks growing hot.

“Not that I’m implying we’re in love holy fucking hell we’ve only known each other for like two months and we just started with the sex thing and—

Ahkmenrah grinned, and put his finger against your lips, and said, “I knew what you meant. Although, ‘now the lady doth protest too much, methinks.’”

“You can quote Shakespeare?”

Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes. “I went to Cambridge, remember?”

You quietly laughed, and he pulled you in to hug you, squeezing you against his solid body. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.

“You know marrying siblings is pretty much illegal, forbidden now?”

“That was something Jack and I talked at length about. It explained a lot, honestly. The royals had many still births, and we often heard tales of other monstrous deformities. We just assumed that the gods had chosen to curse those children.”

“You seem to have turned out alright. More than alright, actually,” you said smiling.

“My mother and father weren’t siblings. My mother was the only child of my grandfather’s brother. She and my father were deeply in love, had been since their youth.”

“I remember reading the story of their marriage in your papyruses. Really, really big wedding.”

“The longest celebration of a marriage Egypt had ever known.”

“Do you miss them?”

“More than you could know, Y/N. In fact, I hope you never have to know what it feels like to miss a person like that.”

You squeezed Ahk, and he kissed the top of your head.

“We should get back. And hope that no one heard your cries of pleasure.”

“Excuse me. I wasn’t in here by myself!”

Ahkmenrah grinned, a million-dollar smile, and it melted your insides every goddamn time.

* * * * *

“With the de-evolution of Ra into Aten, Akhenaten was able to propagate his monotheistic cult; however, when Akhenaten’s secondary wife, Kiya, was gifted the title, “God’s daughter,” the parallels between Akhenaten’s cult and Christianity—”

“Fuck,” you growled as the knocking on your apartment door interrupted your writing.

Once again, you were wrapped up in drafting your chapters. Your conversation with Ahkmenrah about marriage had sparked a new idea and you wanted to get it outlined so you could fill in the holes with research.

You looked through the peep hole and saw Ryan’s sandy-colored hair.

Now you were more puzzled than annoyed. You answered the door in your sweats, with your hair in a messy bun, and your glasses slipping down your nose.

“Hey,” you said, lamely.

“Hey yourself,” Ryan answered you as he walked in.

You waited. It was always better to let the other person go first, especially when you didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

Instead of talking, Ryan walked to the tea kettle, knowing that it would be full because you always had tea while you worked on your dissertation, and poured himself a cup, moving around your kitchen with a practiced ease. A pang of longing, knowing that you’d never see Ahk do the same, coursed through you.

Ryan sipped his tea.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

“You’re killing me with suspense, Ry. What is it?”

Ryan’s face split into an impossibly wide grin: “I got the grant. I finally got the fucking grant!”

“Shit, Ry! That’s fantastic!” you said as you moved to sit down, gesturing for Ryan to join you on the sofa. “Tell me everything.”

The grant was something Ryan applied for annually but never thought he had a shot of getting. You had always admired his perseverance. With the grant, he would be working his way through three, formerly colonized countries in Africa, spending one month in each place.

“There’s something else,” Ryan said, taking a sip of his tea before setting it down to rub his hands together.

“After those three months in the field, I spend another three months working a paid internship for a museum of my choice in Cairo.”

Your eyes widened and you felt the pull of jealousy; working for the Egyptian Museum of Cairo was your dream job. You felt passionately about working to restore artifacts to their homeland. Of course, Cairo boasted several museums and Ryan would be able to choose from any of them; however, one of Ryan’s interests had always been the effects of the Roman infiltration on Egyptian society.

“Not gonna lie. I’m jealous.”

“What if I told you that you didn’t have to be?”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“Y/N. There are two spots; as the earliest approved applicant, I get to make a recommendation before they return to the pool. You’d have to fill out a lot of paperwork, of course—”

“Ryan, what the fuck are you saying?” you ask in a hushed voice, unsure if you wanted to even know the answer.

Ryan moved closer to you and took your hand.

“Come with me.”

You stared at Ryan before furrowing your brows and sort of smiling, a small, crazed smile.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m as serious as a heart attack, babe. This is your chance to do the one thing you’ve always wanted to do—live in Egypt. You know that researchers who work for the museum accompany archeologists on their digs, right?”

You let go of Ryan’s hand, which you had unconsciously been clutching, to get up and start pacing around the room. Your mind was whirling at this opportunity; what if nothing like this ever came up again? Ryan applied for that grant for six years straight and only just got it.

“I . . . I . . . I’m just—fuck, I don’t even know what I am right now.”

“I know there’s a lot to consider, but I want to lay something else out, too. We’ve always been honest with each other, communicated. And I think that’s why our relationship worked for the length it did. But seeing you with that guy made me realize that I want more. I want you.”

“Ry—holy fuck! You can’t just dump that on me after dumping the first question—it’s a double dumping, fuck, I didn’t even know you felt that way.”

“I didn’t either until you started slipping away from me, from us. At first, I just thought it was the dissertation. And then I thought, oh, the museum. Becca’s there and that makes sense. But then I find out that it’s not just Becca you see at the museum—”

“Distance, Ry. Just enough emotional distance. That was always our first rule. That’s what was supposed to prevent . . . this!”

“I know, but after seeing you with someone else, I couldn’t stop thinking about that first year. About you in the airport, standing there with nothing much more than a backpack and one suitcase. I told you then that we should keep our distance, otherwise, one of us would really end up falling for the other. I thought I was giving you advice. Turns out, it was me that needed it. You’ve kept me at arm’s length for almost seven years, and I just can’t fucking quit you. I feel like this grant is the universe telling me to take my shot.”

You stopped pacing long enough to listen to Ryan as he spoke, baring his heart to you. This was never supposed to happen. You were back to just friends. Just friends.

“Or maybe I missed my shot?” Ryan said to end the silence.

“I don’t know, Ry. My mind’s racing right now and I thought I knew which way was up about 20 minutes ago and now, now I haven’t got a clue.”

“I’m not going to tell the foundation to move on until you’ve thought about this for a while. I leave in three weeks.”

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you say, earnestly.

Ryan laughed sadly and said, “Friend, huh? That’s kinda ice-cold right now, babe.”

“Stop. You know I need to think about all of this, a thousand times over, before I’m ready to talk to you about it. I appreciate your honesty, and I am really flattered that you would want to take me with you. I could really fuck up your whole life, and you’re brave for taking this risk.”

“Just a little fucking stupid, not brave.”

You laughed softly, “Just a little. But aren’t we all sometimes?”

“Only sometimes,” Ryan agreed softly as he let himself out.

Holy Roman Fuck. What the hell am I going to do?

* * * * *

After Ryan left, you ended up polishing off a bottle of wine while panicking about your disaster of a life, which then led to you falling asleep on the couch. Once again, you were disturbed by a knocking on your apartment door.

You opened your eyes, felt around for your phone and saw that it was 11: 21 pm. You rolled off the sofa, head pounding in tandem with the knocking, longing for a glass of water.

You looked through the peephole and saw that it was Ahkmenrah in his NYU sweats and t-shirt. You opened the door, and he rushed in.

“We’ve gotta get you more clothes,” you said, sleep and maybe still the wine, slurring your speech.

“Oh my god! Ahkmenrah! What the fuck? How the fuck?” you started spewing once your brain caught up to what the hell just happened.

“All good questions, but I need you to come with me. I have something I want to show you,” he replied, his eyes wider and brighter than you had ever seen, excitement reverberating within his voice.

“How did you get here?” you asked, your face riddled with confusion and concern. “If you had gotten lost, Ahk, my god! We would have never found you.”

Ahkmenrah, for the first time since you met, was angry.

“I am not a child, Y/N. I would think you of all people would be certain of that,” he said, his voice barely containing his anger, his eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, shaking your head and closing your eyes, trying to find a way to explain yourself. “I said that out of concern. I care about you. That’s all I meant.”

Ahkmenrah softened, but was still agitated.

“Remember this?” he asked as he held up the extra metro card you bought for his night out. “And do you remember that I listened carefully as you explained exactly how the subways worked? And do you remember that I asked you, very specifically, about the names of each place at which we stopped? And the name of your dwelling’s building?

Jesus. He was a quick study, and here you were the one who was supposed to be about to get a PhD.

“I’m an idiot, Ahk. Forgive me?”

“I will if you come with me right away,” he said, his excitement returning, replacing his frustration.

“I need 10 minutes. Make yourself at home,” you said, turning and heading to the bathroom.

You looked like shit, so you brushed your teeth and put some Visine in your eyes. You washed your face and threw on a little make up, just enough to hide the purple under your eyes and even out your skin’s pigmentation. You pulled out the remnants of your bun and headed over to your bedroom to find some pants and a shirt.

Once you dressed and tied up the laces of your converses, you stopped back in the bathroom to re-do your bun. You looked still like shit, but at least a more presentable version of shit.

“Your beauty constantly surprises me,” Ahkmenrah said, beaming at you.

You closed your eyes and bit back your retort, knowing that we are our own harshest critics.

“I do not mean to rush you, Y/N, but this really is urgent,” Ahkmenrah said, from the spot in which he had obviously been pacing.

You pulled your crossbody bag out of your backpack and pulled your keys off the hook by the door.

“Can you bring your large bag, too? Please?”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, shoving your small bag back into your backpack and hoisting the straps over your shoulders.

You held the apartment door open as Ahkmenrah rushed out.

“I have discovered something I am most eager to share with you.”

This time, Ahkmenrah took your hand and led you through the streets and onto the subway.

* * * * *

“Are you ready?” Ahkmenrah asked as he held his currently lifeless tablet in his hands.

“I still don’t know what I’m getting ready for, Ahk.”

“Trust me, please.”

“I do. Okay—I’m ready!” you couldn’t help but to be a bit excited. Whatever was about to happen was surely going to be remarkable.

Ahkmenrah concentrated on his tablet and spoke a string of words that you could only partially understand. Reading ancient Egyptian was one thing, but speaking it was still something of a mystery for scholars. Listening to it spoken by a native, well that was obviously unprecedented.

The tablet began to glow, emitting a soft white light until it looked like Ahkmenrah was holding a piece of the moon in his hands.

Then, a shimmering rift, almost like a doorway appeared beside the tablet. Still holding the glowing tablet in his left hand, Ahkmenrah held out his right to you.

“Come on.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand trembled as you placed it into his. Ahkmenrah led you through the doorway, which closed as soon as you took one step away from it.

You swallowed, quite sure that if your heart hadn’t stopped yet it was about to. Your eyes couldn’t possibly take in your surroundings fast enough and your mind was working so hard to reconcile what just happened that you felt a little faint.

You looked down and your feet were planted firmly on smooth stone, tiny grains of sand swirling at your feet. You could feel the heat of the dessert, immediately stifling. Hearing it before seeing it, you slowly turned and beheld the river you had only ever seen in your dreams.

“Welcome to Wase, Y/N.”

You turned your eyes away from the majesty of the Nile and back to Ahkmenrah’s face. You thought, for a horrific moment, that you were going to throw up. You swallowed, audibly, your mouth working to form words.

“Wase,” you repeated in a hushed, raw voice, your mind working to make sense of that name.

Then, it clicked.

“My god . . . we’re in Thebes.”

#Ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah fanfiction #natm ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah x reader #ahk #NATM #rami malek

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find-the-eyes · 5 years ago

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I’ll Try Anything Once: Chapter 34

Written by: Sol, Beth Edited by: Allegra

Nick woke up two hours later, his body no longer thrashing and his breathing tube thankfully readjusted.

“Oh, you’re awake!” The nurse smiled with a sigh of relief. Nick blinked a few times, willing himself to somehow react. But he couldn’t. He was stuck, frozen, unable to move. His body felt limp, like he was floating through space again. He thought about stretching his arms a bit, but they were heavy, like they were made of stone. Nick almost couldn’t even feel them. He looked down to see restraints on his forearms. The tears forming in the corners of his eyes welled up and threatened to roll down his face. Nick knew he was dependent, always dependent on someone else, whether it was Lukas, or Alex, or the medical staff, but… he didn’t want to be that way. Thinking about his condition embarrassed him. The void felt so comforting in that moment. A big, dark expanse where he couldn’t see anything, hear anything, feel anything… the sedatives would do their job and he would be asleep. Please. Please let me sleep. I’m tired.

Nick didn’t like that his mouth was stuck slightly open and his eyes were half closed. I bet I look dead. They keep checking on me because I’m so close to just being dead. Nick glanced around the room at the monitors, the warm yellow light from the hallway, and the frog plushie sitting at the foot of the bed. Comfort me. Please. I’m tired.

Alex was so distressed by Nick’s state the day before that he tossed and turned all night. He watched as Paul and Bob slept side by side in the bed across the room. Why did Nick have to be so stupid? Alex wondered what Nick was doing while he was laying awake, trying to fall asleep. Honestly, he’s probably doing the same thing, Alex laughed softly to himself. Steckrübe padded into the bedroom and jumped onto Alex’s bed. He curled up in a tight ball beside him.

“I’m going to visit Nick first thing tomorrow morning,” Alex said softly to the cat, patting his head. “I’m sorry you’re not allowed to come. I know you miss him.”

With Steckrübe next to him, Alex fell asleep quite quickly, determined to wake up the next morning and help Nick to feel better. At least, if Nick woke up the next morning.

Which he didn’t. They put him on extra sedatives due to an ‘incident’ the night before involving kicking and thrashing, according to the hospital staff. Alex discovered that information when he walked into Nick’s room. Despite what had apparently happened, he didn’t look as bad as he had the day before. His eyes were fully closed this time, and his hair looked soft and clean. Alex gasped when he noticed the restraints on Nick’s arms and legs, practically chaining him to his bed.

He walked to the side of the bed and grabbed Nick’s hand, which had an IV in it, delivering the extra sedatives. It twitched in Alex’s gentle grip. “Hey,” Alex said softly, biting his lip. “I’m here. It’s alright now.” Nick didn’t react.

He sat with Nick for a few minutes, rubbing small circles on Nick’s palm. After a while, he spotted Nick’s cell phone sitting on the side table and had an idea. “Can I call your brother? I’m sure he’s worried about you.” Nick’s right hand twitched. Alex picked up the phone and crept out of the room.

The phone rang six times before Lukas finally answered. “What’s up?”

“Hey...this is Alex, Nick’s flatmate…”

“He’s got a flatmate?”

“Yeah. I… have to tell you something.”

“Go on, then.”

“Nick’s in the hospital. He’s been going in and out of respiratory failure for about a week now,” Alex said without missing a beat. He’d said it so many times at that point.

“Oh…” Lukas said casually. “Well, I don’t think I can get over there. Tell him I said to feel better.”

“I will…” Alex found Lukas’s reaction a bit disheartening.

“Bye then.” Lukas hung up before Alex could say anything else. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but wasn’t sure if they were tears of sadness or anger. He slunk back to Nick’s room and put the phone down. Nick’s legs had shifted under the blanket, indicating that he was slightly less under the influence of the sedatives.

“Lukas said he’s worried about you.” Alex gently squeezed Nick’s hand. “And he’ll try his best to get here to be with you. He said he misses you, and he loves you, and he wants you to feel better.” Alex couldn’t look at Nick, who had now opened his eyes the slightest bit, completely invested in what his brother had told Alex. Alex pulled a chair up next to Nick and sat with him, gently stroking his arm and telling him about Steckrübe and about how his classes were going. Eventually, he ran out of things to say, and just listened to the steady rhythm of Nick’s breathing. Please, don’t stop anytime soon.

After about an hour of silence, the door to the room opened. Alex turned around to see one of the nurses. “Hi,” he greeted her with a small, startled wave.

“No cat this time?”

“No cat,” Alex laughed, gently squeezing Nick's hand. He hoped Nick couldn’t hear anything going on in the room.

“It’s time for Nick’s bath.”

“I guess I’ll get going, then...” Alex let go of Nick’s hand and stood up from the chair that he had pulled aside. Nick’s heart monitor immediately began beeping rapidly, the wheezing sounds from his chest increasing in volume. His hands twitched as he fought to open his eyes.

The nurse looked at Nick, puzzled. “Oh?”

“I don’t think he wants me to leave,” Alex looked down at Nick as he tried to voice his opinion. “He’s always struggled with being alone.”

“That’s why we’ve upped the sedatives.”

Alex felt an immediate pang of unease at that statement. “Can I stay? Maybe he’ll feel more comfortable if I’m here and won’t do the whole kicking and thrashing thing again.”

The nurse took a moment to think. “I’ll ask him.” She went over to Nick and noticed his left hand twitching. “That’s a yes.”

Alex smiled and sat back down next to Nick. The nurse went to prep Nick for his bath. While she wasn’t looking, Alex kissed Nick’s hand gently. “You have to clean him up like this every day?”

“Well, wouldn’t you feel a bit icky after laying in bed 24 hours a day?”

“That’s fair,” Alex agreed.

The nurse lifted Nick’s arm and scrubbed at his shoulder. “And I would feel bad if we didn’t clean him up after last night’s incident, anyway.”

“I heard he wasn’t doing well.”

“Yeah, he dislodged his ventilator and stopped breathing again. He’s a tough case, this one.”

Alex clenched his fist behind his back. How dare she talk about Nick like that. “I think it would help if he wasn’t left alone for so long. Upping the sedatives could help, but you could at least have someone here to talk to him… or just sit with him.”

“The thing is… we’re busy,” the nurse sighed as she slid Nick down to lie flat on the bed. “I’m not sure if we could get someone to stay with him all the time.”

“Well, I don’t think he’ll get better if no one acknowledges his emotional needs.”

“There’s no way we can know how he’s feeling.”

“What was that last night, then?” Alex tried his best to stay calm.

“Probably just pain from the sedatives running out.”

“But how do you know? Don’t you care about him?”

“Listen, it’s nice that you’re looking out for your friend, but we know what we’re doing.”

Alex crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching as the nurse finished washing up Nick and rolled him gently onto his back. She fixed his shirt and then gently slid him into a more upright position, placing two pillows on either side of him and one behind his head for support. Alex cringed at the way Nick's limbs flopped around as he was moved. It was killing him to see Nick this way - so weak and helpless. If Nick were conscious, Alex knew he would be thrashing and fighting. He barely even let Alex cuddle him, and there was no way he would tolerate a complete stranger touching him like that. At least Nick’s eyes were closed now, and he looked a bit more like himself when he was clean. Alex did miss looking into Nick’s deep, blue eyes, though, and wondered when Nick would be able to look at him again. Alex grabbed Nick’s hand again as soon as he was in his proper position.

The nurse then checked Nick’s ventilator, making sure it was doing its job properly. Nick seemed a bit distressed by this, his eyes opening slightly and his hands twitching more. Alex squeezed Nick’s hand to support him. “Is there anything we can do to help him communicate a little better?” Alex asked the nurse upon seeing Nick’s reaction to the tube being touched.

“I suppose we could try a communication board, but we’d have to lower his sedatives for that.”

Alex had no idea what a communication board was, but anything would be better than silence. “Try it. Let’s ask him.”

As the nurse walked back over to Nick, Alex wondered if he would even be able to respond. His eyes were nearly closed again and his entire body was still.

“Nick, do you want to try a communication board? It’ll help you talk to us,” Alex suggested softly, placing a hand on Nick’s arm. Nick’s eyes opened slowly and he lifted his left thumb weakly, struggling against the heavy haze of the sedatives. Alex and the nurse looked at each other and smiled.

Bob and Paul arrived shortly after. Bob stood at the foot of Nick’s bed, still nervous about getting too close. Paul stopped at Nick’s side and snuggled the frog plushie under Nick’s arm.

“It’s time for dinner now, Alex,” Paul suggested gently as Alex continued to stroke Nick’s arm. Alex nodded, patted Nick’s arm one last time, and left the room with them.

The three of them ended up at a shabby looking Italian restaurant near Bob and Paul’s place. Despite its appearance, they had heard that the food was actually really good and authentic Italian. Bob and Paul hoped that a satisfying meal would make Alex feel at least a little better, and the fact that it was near home was a bonus; he looked exhausted.

He was more tired than he had ever been in his life, but it wasn’t the kind of tired that sleep could fix. However, Bob and Paul were right about the restaurant. It reminded Alex of a place near his parents’ house in Greece that he used to frequent; while the decor wasn’t as fancy, the atmosphere and aromas wafting throughout the small building brought him back to his home country, where Italian food was all the rage. When their food arrived, Alex took a bite of his spaghetti bolognese and briefly forgot all of his worries. This was much better than the pasta he had eaten at the diner a while before.

Bob and Paul also relaxed a little when they saw that their friend suddenly looked less stressed than he had in days. Paul decided to let Alex enjoy his meal fully before bringing up his idea, since the foodie looked like he was in a world of his own. A few moments after he had put down his knife and fork, a concerned frown returned to his face. Paul took this opportunity to bring up his idea.

“So, Alex, I had an idea for a gift for Nick. Something he can look forward to when he’s better.”

Optimistic, I see, retorted Alex in his head. He refrained from saying anything out loud to avoid seeming ungrateful, and tilted his head slightly in curiosity.

“Y’know that building Nick used to stay in? Well I’ve been there a few times this week, cleaning it up and making it look a bit nicer. It still needs more work, but all it really needs is some things that would be in any cool hangout spot. I’ve been hunting around and found some old furniture going for free, and Bob has offered to paint the place.”

“Yeah, I can even rope in a few classmates,” the blond interjected. “We could paint a mural or something like that.”

“We could use it to hang out, and also for band practice, and maybe even concerts! I reckon you could fit 200 people in there, at least!” Paul became animated from the prospect of a space of their own, but quickly reeled in his excitement and looked at Alex to see what he thought.

Alex pondered for a moment; they didn’t even know if Nick would survive yet, let alone if he would ever be able to walk or play an instrument again. That said, he thought to himself, maybe this will give him something to be cheerful about, something to work towards. Plus, working on this will help to keep everyone’s mind off of things.

Alex smiled at his friends. “That’s a brilliant idea! He’ll be so happy when we tell him. Is there anything I can do to help while he’s in the hospital?” Please let there be something I can do to help.

“You could help me with the mural if you like?” Bob replied. Alex gave an enthusiastic yeah, and Bob was glad to see his friend excited about art again.

The three men, over numerous glasses of Italian wine, spent the rest of the night discussing ideas on how to turn the abandoned building into what they drunkenly dubbed The Chateau. When they finally went back to Bob and Paul’s flat, Alex didn’t feel so alone anymore.

#franz ferdinand #illtryanythingonce #allfanfic

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avidroyalfan · 6 years ago

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Okay, now I need to know more about Hanukkah. Care to elaborate abou 'eight days of presents' and, especially, 'fried food'? (Also, happy Hanukkah.)

Ok it’s Jewish history lesson time: around 200 BCE when the second temple was still in all its glory in Jerusalem (it was destroyed in 70 CE), a Hellenistic Greek king named Antiochus IV invaded Jerusalem. He was very into the whole Hellenistic thing and wanted all the countries he invaded to embrace it. He looted the temple from all its artifacts and stopped the services that took place there. Judaism was outlawed, and he banned brit milah (circumcision) specifically. He also ordered an altar to Zeus to be erected in the temple - a HUGE no-no in Jewish religion - and ordered pigs to be sacrificed there - another big no-no. A lot of Jews were killed for performing Jewish traditions/commandments in the hideout. It was a huge mess.

All of this provoked a very big revolt. A Jewish priest named Mattathias and his five sons led the rebellion that took a long time, but after about 10 years they managed to liberate the temple, rededicate it and cleanse it from all the things that were profanity to the temple. This is the first miracle of Hanukkah - they were untrained and outnumbered by far, but they still manage to reclaim the temple. That’s when the festival of Hanukkah was instituted. In Hebrew, the word Hanukkah, when broken down, means “(they) rested (at the) 25″ (Hanu=rest, kkah=25), because they could finally rest on the 25th of the month Kislev, when they won the war.

But it wasn’t the end yet. One of the most important services in the temple was the lighting of the Menorah - a 7-branches pure gold candlebrum that had to be lighted every day with pure olive oil from a sealed vessel. But the Menorah had been taken by the Greeks, and couldn’t find a pure, sealed oil vessel. They managed to get a new, simpler Menorah and after long searches found one sealed oil vessel. But one vessel was only enough to light the Menorah for one day, and it will take eight days to produce new pure oil olive. But they didn’t let this discourage them. They lit the Menorah with the found oil. And here comes the second miracle of Hanukkah - The Menorah stayed lit for eight full days, much longer than what the oil was supposed to suffice for. And that’s when Hanukkah was declared as an eight days festival. That’s why we light a Hanukkah Menorah (which is different from the original temple Menorah), adding each day another light, so that on the last day all of the Menorah branches are lit (there is one additional light that is separated from the rest of the lights and is used to light the others).

As Jews, we love to have food on our holidays lol. So on Hanukkah, it is tradition to eat food rich in oil - which generally translates to fried - to commemorate the miracle that happened with the oil.

Now as for the presents, well technically it is supposed to be some coins given to the children (I’m not sure why lmao). I think at some points some kid was like “why do my friends all get presents from Santa and we get nothing” and their parent probably said “well they only get presents one night, but you get presents for EIGHT DAYS so that’s better. Plus, Santa isn’t even real, but don’t tell them”. But I guess it also depends on how rich you are/how many uncles/aunts/grandparents you have. TBH, I’ve never gotten eight full days of presents lol. It was usually one or two days, and the other days we got some coins/chocolate coins or just nothing.

ANYWAY, that was super long. Sorry it took me so long to answer, but Hanukkah isn’t over yet so I’m within the time frame lol. Thank you for your question! I love questions like this, it’s so fun to share this stuff that is relatively not very talked about. If you have any other question feel free to ask :)

#ask me why we eat dairy on Hanukkah #it's less important than the fried stuff #because fried stuff always takes the first spot #but I love the story behind it #if you want to know it #you know what you gotta do #it involves a strong woman so...#anyway #happy hanukkah #pointsdinteret #ask #answered

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malfoydormiensnunquamtitillandus · 7 years ago

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Granger’s Sister part I (reader x Draco Malfoy)

Not Requested: A few people at Hogwarts knew about Hermione’s family in the Muggle World. Even fewer knew about her older sister. A complete muggle, you kept silent and lived as a muggle with your family until Hermione asked you to go visit her at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The wind was blowing through your hair, making it flutter madly, bursting out like flames from under the helmet. It was fortunately not long enough to be getting into your mouth. Unfortunately, Hagrid's was. You tried fighting it for a while, at first, but forfeited in the end.

Had someone told you before that in a few hours you would be sitting in the back of a flying motorcycle, flying towards a magic school, you would have laughed and punched them in the face for taking the piss out of you. But there you were... being driven by a giant and you were clearly not dreaming, because all of that hair felt too damn real.

"Half-giant, actually. My ol' dad was a normal guy – by the age o' 6, I could pick'im up an' hang'im in the coat hanger. Oh, how he'd laugh when I did that." You smiled. Hagrid seemed like one of the kindest of people you had ever met. The embodiment of a gentle giant. Oups, half-giant. He had told you all about Hogwarts and how great Dumbledore was and you couldn't see his eyes, but judging by the tone of his voice, they were certainly glowing. He told you about the Dark Forest and the Black Lake and all the creatures that lurked about the school grounds and the mere thought of some of them made your skin crawl.

Oh, also, Werewolves were an actual thing. How crazy was that?!

"Well, I should have gone first, because nothing about my life can top that. I mean, my parents are dentists, I'm going to graduate soon..." You laughed. "And my sister a witch." He turned to you and smiled.

"Hermione, y'know... she's abou' the brightest witch of her generation." There was obvious admiration and affection in his voice and your heart warmed up a bit at his words. You had always been mad-proud of Herminie - even before you found out she was a witch.

"She has always been the best in everything she did - such a perfectionist. She has this incredible memory and I admire her so much for how motivated she is. It looks like she inherited all the motivation of our family and I... despite having been born first... was left with nothing." You sighed and Hagrid's face became a bit stiff – he was clearly not good at comforting people. "I mean... nothing except the good looks." You laughed, giving him a sly wink. Hagrid laughed at your cheek and patted your shoulder. "Wow, wow, hands on the steering wheel, please." You were already a tad envious on your sister.

It was not long after, that you caught a glimpse of a tower poking up from the clouds and then, bit by bit, Hogwarts began to unfold in front of your eyes. You were mesmerized. You had never seen anything as majestic. The grounds of the castle were swarming with black-dressed students, walking hurriedly towards class and every bit of the campus exuded magic. You fit like a fish in the middle of a forest. Hagrid must have noticed you holding your breath, or the sparkle in your eyes because soon, his voice pierced through the swooshing sound of the wind – that was blowing slower by the minute. You were getting close to landing.

"Beautiful, ain' it?" You nodded slowly, mouth agape, too overwhelmed to articulate a verbal answer. "Hold on tight, we're landing." You tried to wrap your arms around him as much as possible and closed your eyes, hanging onto his coat tightly. With a thud that made your stomach jump up into your chest, followed by various moaning sounds coming from the motorcycle, you had finally arrived. You jumped off the bike and spun around, taking everything in.

"Careful! Don't get too close to the Whomping Willow." Hagrid warned, pulling you by the collar of your denim jacket as if you were a mere puppy.

"Wow, Hagrid... this is beyond imagination. And they were worried that I would talk about this in the muggle world?! No one would be able to even begin to imagine such beauty." You held your breath the entire way to Hagrid's hut, where you were to leave your luggage - that Hagrid was carrying for you.

"Ye' remind me of yer sister the first time she got'ere." Hagrid replied with a smile that felt somewhat nostalgic. "I remember it like it was yesterday." You smiled back and patted his arm. Your sister only had 1 or 2 years left at Hogwarts and you could understand by her letters that her friends and her were very close to Hagrid.

"Don't get yourself down by thinking too far into the future, Hagrid." You smiled encouragingly. "You know, living in the future can be as destructive as living in the past. Just enjoy the moment while it lasts." Your eyes fell upon a rustic looking hut, right by the edge of the forest you'd just flown above. Hagrid extended a hand, presenting the hut humbly. "It is absolutely lovely, Hagrid. It's just as magical as the castle – fits these grounds like a glove."

"Why thank yeh'!" By the redness of his cheeks, you could tell that it meant a whole deal to him. You complimented his humongous pumpkins and unique home décor and played a bit with Fang before he egged you on to explore a bit of the castle's ground. "The forest's out of boundaries, eh?" You nodded excitedly.

"You may not believe me, but gigantic spiders and werewolves are not something I'm dreaming to meet here." You answered and made your way, running up the hill right towards the castle. "Dumbledore will find ye' when the time's right!" Hagrid yelled from the hut's door and you waved in response.

Oh, how you wished you got to live there too... you finally understood why Hermione always spoke of the place as if it was out of this world. For all you knew, it actually was. You walked around the castle for a bit, until you found your way inside an interior garden, where you finally sat on a bench to catch your breath. If you breathed enough of the magic air, you hoped you'd suddenly turn magical too and you got to stay. The life you'd have left behind was nothing worth pondering upon – you'd have given it in for that any second.

"Are you lost?" A voice interrupted you, just as you were about to summon the devil and sell your soul if he let you stay. Instead, you turned around and your eyes fell upon the figure of a tall, blonde-haired boy, watching you with a pair of magnificent grey eyes. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes travelling up and down, before you finally spoke.

"Hi." You smirked. "I wasn't lost before you showed up. Now I'm lost into your eyes." Your smile widened at the cheekiness of your dumb pick up line – wait, did they have them in the wizard world too? Judging by his lost, confused look and red cheeks, you supposed not. "I mean, I have no clue where I am, but I have no particular place to be, so I guess that I can't really get lost." You added, making the boy frown thoughtfully, his cheeks still flushed

"You are not a student at this school." He explained, making his previous question clearer.

"Ah, great sense of observation... so those gorgeous eyes are not only for show." He smiled and looked away, biting his lip and making you escape a laugh. He really was handsome, now that you had gotten a better look at him. The damn school just kept getting better and better. "I am visiting." You finally gave him a serious answer.

"Visiting?" He asked, now more confused than ever and his attention was all yours once more.

"Visiting." You emphasized as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. You were, indeed, easy to spot. You wore a white, summery dress that contrasted the oversized denim jacket and platform leather boots. Your long, dark hair was loose and had some nice waves in it and you had made yourself a daisy headband while you sat by the lake earlier.

"I didn't know that casual visits were allowed here."

"Neither did I, but Dumbledore agreed to it and here I am. And here you are... thank you Lord." You smiled and finally stood from the bench. You made your way towards him confidently and stopped one foot away from him, reaching your hand in front of you and introducing yourself - by your name only. "Hm, you are not a Gryffindor." You hummed and he blushed slightly as you ran your fingers over the embroidered snake on his robe.

"Oh, Salazar no..." He exclaimed in disgust, rolling his eyes despitefully. "Slytherin." He declared proudly, picking your interest. He could be cocky, you liked that... in the right amount.

"Hm... don't mind if I do slither in." You narrowed the distance between the two of you and pulled open his robe, wrapping it around both of you. "It's chilly here." Your bodies were now touching, your faces only inches apart as you looked up at him, smiling devilishly. You had no idea when you'd gotten that bold, but you were only going to be there for a short time and you were never going to see him again, so you had nothing to lose.

"You can have it." He said, sliding out of the robe and stepping away from you, leaving you behind wide-eyed.

"Oh, I don't mind sharing, c'mon." You laughed and invited him back, sliding your hands into the sleeves and opening up the robe.

"I'm fine, I was actually hot anyways." He replied almost immediately, taking a step back. You smirked and bit your lip.

"If you ask me, you still are." You winked as his face became inhumanly red.

"C-class is starting, I must go." He excused himself and left you there speechless, but smiling to yourself.

***

"Cute." You thought watching him leave. "He's hot, what was he so shy about? Maybe I came on too strong." You pondered, pulling his robe closer to you. It smelled incredible and you were a sucker for a man that smelled good. "Damn, he never told me his name." It was not often that you went straight for a guy like that, but your time there was short and it was not often that you met someone who struck you in the way that he had done.

"Sister?" A familiar voice called from the doorstep and you raised your eyes to meet Hermione's.

"Herminie!" You exclaimed excitedly, meeting her halfway and hugging her tightly. Your little sister was the apple of your eye. You loved her dearly, for she was so worthy of all the love in the universe, so she more-than-deserved yours.

"Ugh, still calling me that?" She hissed through gritted teeth.

"Always." You answered kissing her head.

"How was your trip?" Her hand slipped under your arm and pulled you towards the castle.

"Right now, even taking a piss would feel exciting, so how do you think flying in a motorcycle felt?!" You exclaimed looking at her with sparkly eyes. "I still fear that I might be in a coma and imagining everything, but I still have some of Hagrid's hair on my clothes, so I guess it's real." Hermione laughed, leaning on your shoulder. "The thing that saves me is knowing that my dry brain could never come up with something this incredible."

"You smell... wait, thinking of it, where'd you get a robe from?" She asked analyzing you carefully. "And a Slytherin one to top it off. Ugh." She jeered.

"It was a welcome gift." You smiled innocently, but Hermione still knew you too well.

"Did you steal it?" Her eyes were burning holes into your soul and you burst out laughing.

"What an awful accusation. I was actually telling the truth." You answered trying to feign offended, but she knew you like the palm of her hand.

"Making someone give it to you is not receiving a present..." Hermione laughed and picked up her pace.

"Wow..." An unknown voice broke the sound of your steps as your eyes fell on a group of guys. For a second there, looking on the right, you feared that your brain might have been overheated, because you were suddenly seeing double.

"Sister, these are, in order from left to right: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George." You looked at everyone, trying your best to remember their names... then, overwhelmed by the mass of people, trying hard to remember your own. "Everyone, this is my sister." You waved and you swore that half of those guys were drooling. You weren't some supernatural beauty, but you guessed you did stand out a bit.

"Oh, what is it? Is it a secret meeting of the 'worst things that ever happened to Hogwarts'?" A weirdly familiar voice rang from behind you right as Hermione arranged the robe's hood on your head. "And look... naturally, Granger's the head of it." Your head shot up when you heard your name, but then looked at Hermione to see that she was now shaking slightly.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron spat angrily. You instantly liked him.

"Uhhh, or else? Did they make poorness contagious now?" The other guy answered, making Ron turn almost as red as his hair.

"Just go away, Malfoy." Hermione spoke, her voice shaking a bit.

"Don't tell me what to do, you filthy mud-blood." Hermione turned towards you, embarrassed, trying to keep her composure, but you noticed that she was getting teary eyed. That was when you'd had it - what was a mud-blood anyways?

"Who in the bloody hell do you think you are, you piece of..." Your words got stuck in your throat when you turned around and your eyes met those of the guy from earlier. Your eyebrows shot up incredulously and a wide, mean grin appeared on your face. The little sheep was a bully?! By the look of it, he was choking on his words as well, because he was speechless again.

You would have been amused by the irony of the situation, if you didn't remember that he had just insulted your sister.

"Wait... you seem familiar. Have we met before or do you just look like my next boyfriend?" You spoke loudly, making everyone look at the both of you dumbfounded. Hermione's eyes widened when she figured that it was his robe that you were wearing. "Did you come looking for me?" You flirted, walking closer to him.

"N-no." He stuttered, making your eyes turn a bit meaner.

"Changed your mind about sharing the robe?" You inquired, walking closer to him and opening up the robe. He shook his head in response, making you bite your lip. "Oh... cat's got your tongue?" You were, once more, inches away from his face, your fingers tracing his smooth, ivory skin.

"K-keep it. I'll-I'll just buy new ones." He forced an answer, trying not to look as intimidated as he was in front of the others.

"Thank you, love." You replied getting closer and brushing your lips against his cheek before placing a soft kiss on it. A second later, the same fingers that had caressed his skin were now clenched tightly around his jaw, your long, red nails pressing down into his skin. "Listen, boy toy. As cute as you might be, don't you dare bother my Hermione again." You hissed angrily, looking straight into his eyes.

"Or-or else?" He stuttered, despite trying to push back. You laughed and let go of his face.

"Listen, puppet. You don't know half the things I'd to for her, so don't push me. Alright?" You smiled as you pulled his head down and pushing it back up into a nod. "Good boy."

"Don't touch me." He snapped, pulling his wand out.

"Babe, take that thing out of my face before I shove it up your ass." You growled grabbing his wand wand pulling him closer to you. "Just go." You whispered, leaning towards him, your lips millimeters apart and blowing him a kiss. You let go and walked back towards Hermione, putting your arm around her neck and hugging her, leaving a dumbstruck Draco behind. "Bye love, see you around!" You yelled looking back at him and winking.

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