#we won't talk about how it took me a stupid amount of time to do that

[sunstainedpages]

[flowerandblood]

The First Impression (Drabble)

[ coffee maker �� Aemond x student • female ]

[ warnings: angst, him being a mean bitch ]

[ description: He hates his job and she makes him hate it even more. Or maybe not entirely? A very old request from the anon. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Word count: 700

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He hated his job. He couldn't think of anything worse and more boring than pouring coffee, cutting fucking cheesecakes and signing cups for little hipster girls who then took pictures of themselves with them, grinning like idiots.

However, nothing annoyed him more than those momentary, watchful glances as if someone was under the impression that he was just imagining things, looking at him more closely to make sure that in fact one of his eyes was prosthetic.

He felt like pouring hot coffee in their faces then and asking: anything else?

Of course, he couldn't do that, and that vision remained only in the realm of his dreams. He wanted to support his mother and pay his own rent while studying at the University, and few employers were willing to go along with him when it came to working hours.

He had no choice but to endure it somehow.

He was devastated when it turned out that, according to the fashion, they were supposed to learn how to make different patterns on coffee so that they resembled different shapes or characters. He felt like an idiot when, for the tenth time, he had to repeat the movements that would allow him to create a heart shape out of the liquid, and then he had to do the same thing, only that for the female customers.

For them it was romantic, for him it was pathetic.

One day he saw a girl bending over a cup he handed her – she was sitting at a table taking a picture of the design she had ordered, which was a flower.

He thought she was probably some kind of influencer and rolled his eyes, thinking that at a time when someone had to work hard like he did, others were simply putting their pictures on social media, making a product of their lives.

She surprised him when she approached him, undeterred by his stony face expressing boredom and disapproval.

"Could I ask for that most complicated pattern, with the dragon's head?" She said, and he closed his eyes thinking that this was the worst day of his life.

Why, why did it have to be him?

"You don't like doing this." She muttered finally, trying to make out his answer from his face. He turned involuntarily over his shoulder, not wanting his manager to hear him.

"Not really." He admitted reluctantly, thinking after a moment that he was a moron, that she would write about him on her blog and he would lose his job because of her.

"We study at the same university, so I have to warn you." She finally confessed.

"Your boss hired me as a secret client. This is my last day of work. He wants to know how you talk to your clients. But I won't tell him about it. Just be careful because he might do it again. I wouldn't want you to lose your job over such stupidity." She said quietly, leaning towards him, and he froze, feeling the cold sweat on his back.

"– fuck – I –"

"Don't say anything or he'll see it on the cameras later. Just make me that coffee. By the way, you're very good at it. I even sent a picture of your creation to my mum." She said with amusement and he swallowed hard, tense and nodded, taking a clean mug from the counter.

"Right."

He figured he'd put his whole heart of stone into the design on her coffee as a thank you for warning him, and made out his boss's face with his big glasses and moustache. When he placed her cup in front of her she burst into loud, warm laughter.

"Beautiful. This is better than the previous one. He's even similar. So sad to drink." She sneered, pulling her wallet out of her bag, taking out her credit card.

"Thank you. You know." He said, tapping the amount she should pay into the terminal, handing it to her so she could put her card close to it.

"It's okay. I'm just glad I had the chance to meet you and talk to you for at least a moment. See you at the University?" She asked lightly and he nodded, embarrassed.

"See you."

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 80 (Conrad and His Father)

cw: coarse language, tense family dynamic, follows the events of this post

Life after Helena Gordon's death was difficult for the men she left behind. Years later, Conrad and his father still struggled with her loss. The apartment furnishings were unchanged, and no photos to remember her hung on the walls.

Another call from his son's high school guidance counselor left Stephen Gordon at a loss. He feared their connection was slipping away.

"Another fist fight? What was it this time?"

"It was nothing. They were just assholes."

"If you keep this up, you might not graduate."

"Who cares what I do? We all just die anyway."

"Son, I know you're better than this. You want more than this; I know you do. You know your mother would want more for you, too."

"Oh, now you want to talk about her? You only bring her up when you want to tell me what a loser I am!"

"I never said anything like..." He stopped himself. All Conrad ever wanted to do was argue, and Stephen was running out of patience. "What is it that you need, son? You won't talk to any counselors, you won't talk to me..."

"I don't want to talk about your bullshit opinions, Dad!"

"Well, what do you want to talk about? How are your college applications coming along?"

Conrad grunted. "Fine."

"What major are you-"

"I don't know! Fuck! Are you that excited to get me out of this place?"

"You have to get this anger under control, son. I don't know how you're going to do it, but think about the kind of father you'll want to be someday. You can't scream at-"

"I'm never having kids. Ever."

Stephen threw up his hands in exasperation. "Fine. Don't have kids! Don't finish high school without getting yourself expelled, and don't amount to a goddamned thing! Maybe you need to channel this anger into working out or something."

"We can't afford a gym membership," Conrad scoffed. "The Landgraabs pay you shit money and you're still working off all Mom's medical bills."

"You're smart and you're resourceful. Figure it out! But you're not moping around here, and the next time you get in a fight at school, I'll pull you out and force you to work Landgraab security with me for the rest of your miserable existence."

In a huff, Conrad locked himself in his room. Despite his nihilistic outburst, he pulled out his math homework and focused on the equations to calm his mind.

His mother would never approve of his grades slipping, especially now that he was less than a year from his high school graduation. She'd left them, but her ambitious spirit still flickered quietly in her grief-stricken son. He was only doing these stupid equations for her. "I hope you're happy," he muttered under his breath.

He hated how close she felt - like she was always just a phone call away - even though she was gone. It was so unfair.

After an hour, his father knocked on the door. With a roll of his eyes, Conrad stood to let him in. Right away, Stephen sat on the bed. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," he said. "I've just tried so hard to reach you and I'm at my wit's end."

"It's fine. I thought I might head down to the gym tomorrow and see if they're hiring. I'm pretty sure employees get free memberships."

Stephen Gordon grinned proudly. "I said you were resourceful, son. I think that's a great idea."

So Conrad got a part-time job at the local gym, scrubbing the toilets and changing rooms in exchange for free use of the machines. His embrace of physical activity helped get him through his senior year.

His grades got him into Foxbury Institute for Computer Science, and he even started looking to his future with a renewed sense of excitement.

On his graduation day, the smiles he shared with his father were genuine, even if both could feel Helena's absence as strong as ever.

"She's so proud of you, son. I know she is."

He nodded, careful not to get wrapped up in referring to his mother in the present tense. "She would be."

Off on his own in Britechester, Conrad took his new independence seriously. He and his father had nowhere near enough money for him to blow off his education and waste the tuition.

He spent long hours studying in the old library, and it wasn't long before he found a local gym to help manage his emotions.

Pappy Murphy had been a boxer, and Conrad was drawn to the punching bags. Treadmills and weight machines couldn't match the pummeling he could give his own emotional baggage with a set of gloves and a bag.

The gym soon became his home away from home, and he spent time there as often as he could... ->

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WCIF Boxing Gym? Pappy Murphy's Boxing Gym by SimDoughnut in the Sims 4 Gallery. I didn't realize until after I placed the lot in game, but it comes with a secret underground Fight Club-esque fight room and creepy scientific lair, too (with a weather machine in it!) and this place is screaming for some storyline but (for now!) it's only in my flashback save.

Fun discovery, because I was literally just looking for a gym in the gallery with boxing equipment so I could try to isolate whatever mod script was preventing me from placing punching bags in any gym after the last patch (it was Mercuryfoam's Martial Arts mod, and that's a bummer because I want this skill back from Sims 3 very much and I believe the mod is no longer being updated!)

[siffrinsfrozendreams]

This is my second time trying to make this post. it will probably be as much of a mess as the first draft but oh well.

Rant? Appreciation post? Character analysis? yeah idk what this is but spoilers for Act 5 and Twohats/secret ending ahead

Act 5 Siffrin lives in my head rent free. His break was SO good, and this post is me going off about them. Specifically, this post was brought on by how Siffrin tried to destroy the world, rather than themself.

It is very interesting to me how Siffrin bends and breaks reality and the world in this final loop.

How Loop, in their giving up, took it out on themself, but Siffrin takes it out on the world.

His last loop, their last attempt at breaking out of this eternal hell, because he can't do it again. They're hopeless. They're grasping at any sliver of hope they can, but at this point he can't deny how stupid it is. How pointless this is. How all this effort will likely amount to nothing, and that he's trapped here forever. That nothing will break them out of this.

"I know its stupid, I know its a long shot, but it has to be this!"

This quote from Siff's argument with Loop towards the beginning of Act 5 always stuck with me. Siffrin, this whole time, has always told himself that things are fine. As long as they have a path to follow, they'll be fine. Slowly, we see them struggle with keeping this up, but he always comes back to it.

Not this time.

This time, its all too much. He knows his plan is stupid. They know this won't work. Why would it? But also... what else can he do? What other choices does he have? Being honest with themselves and admitting that this won't work is the same as admitting that he's trapped here forever. That reality is seeping in, but he's still struggling for whatever shreds of hope they can manage. Whatever flicker of light they can see, they'll take it, even if they know the light will go out as soon as he does. Even if he knows it will amount to nothing. He has to.

Then he realizes that Loop knew there was no escape.

Siffrin can't take it. He can't take it, because it means Loop knew this whole time that Siffrin was stuck here forever, that they knew there was no way out of this, and that they were just stinging Siffrin along this entire time.

Siffrin's guide, his helper, the only person/being who knew about the loops, the only reason Siffrin wasn't completely alone this entire time... lied to him. Strung them along. Gave them false hope that they could see a new tomorrow. And it fucking breaks him.

Already grasping for whatever shreds of hope they can, now forced to face the reality that he'll be stuck here forever. Loop lied to him. They can't trust them. So he leaves, and never contacts them again.

Then they return to the Clocktower, only to hear his family talking about him. To hear Odile say that they can't trust him, and none of the others disagree with her.

Siffrin. Is. Alone.

(Which, funnily enough, is the exact opposite of what they wished for.)

The only person who knew about the loops, Siffrin's guide, is a liar and untrustworthy. Siffrin's family doesn't trust them anymore, and are planning to leave him behind.

Siffrin is tired. They're also out of options. So, what else are they supposed to do, aside from the only thing they can at this point? The only thing they've ever known...

They enter the House.

He has to take down the King himself.

His last shred of hope. The last flicker of light before they're plunged into an abyss of despair. Their final attempt at ending this loop, no matter the cost.

Alone.

What else is he supposed to do, who else are they supposed to lash out at, aside from the world itself?

There is nothing left for them here. No one to go back to. Their family hates him, and Loop is untrustworthy. They can't even remember his own blinding country, can't read or speak the language, and can't remember anything about it. Everything he could be holding onto is gone now.

So, he takes his anger and despair out on the world itself. On the House, his eternal prison. On the sky, with stars they don't recognize. On a world, that will forget him and abandon him just like everything else has.

Because, either he breaks out of the loop this time, or there won't be a world to come back to to loop again. Because they can't do it again. Not anymore. They've had enough. What's the point of going on any further? Whats the point of trying to open a door that doesn't even exist?

Its either this, or nothing.

Loop had no one from the very beginning. They were alone for it all. When they gave up, they took it out on themselves. Who else was to blame for their suffering, after all?

Siffrin, however, had Loop. They weren't alone for any of it. As hopeless as they felt, Loop was there to help him. That is, until now, and Siffrin can't handle it. Can't handle the only person whose been supporting him through this knowing that he was trapped here forever from the start.

Of course he'd take out his anger on a Universe that betrayed him. What else would they do?

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge part 2

Honestly, you forgot entirely about the challenge the next morning.

Rolling out of bed with a pounding headache, you showered quickly and tried your damdest to recover from the hangover with copious amounts of coffee. Training today would be absolute hell.

"Oi, bonnie!"

Nevermind, it seemed you couldn't even make it to training without encountering problems.

Soap bounded into the rec room, looking far too happy for a man who had drank his weight in beer only hours beforehand. Somehow even his footsteps were loud, not to mention his voice.

"Interesting night, eh?" He called, sliding up next to you where you had- rather ungraciously- flopped onto a couch. "Ooch, seems like someone cant handle their drinks well. Need your old boy to help, maybe give you a massage-"

"Stop sucking up," Gaz called, walking into the room. He too seemed fairly put together, although how they were managing this act was astounding to you. "Coddling her wont make this any easier." He took a seat on the couch across from where you and soap were sitting, studying you carefully.

"Ugh, 'ave a little fun eh?" Soap laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "The boys 'n I were talkin' last night, agreed we should set some rules up. Make this a bit easier, hm?"

You just stared at the two of them like they were idioits.

"I'm sorry- what are we talking about?" You asked, sliding away from Soap's playful grasp.

"The bet you made last night." Price and Ghost walked into the room at the exact same time, one smoking and the other holding a water bottle, just getting back from a workout. You had to figure out how the fuck these guys were functioning right now.

"Don't tell me you forgot?" Price asked, looking at you down his nose. All of a sudden the previous night rushed back to you- the singing and dancing on stage, telling the others you had been in theater as a teen.

Making that stupid fucking bet.

"Oh- you cant have been serious about that? I was drunk, I didn't really mean that-"

"Oh no darlin', don't go backing out now." Simon said, leaning against the counter. "Your word is your word, and we had a deal. Whoever finds ten photos of you, all taken before your junior year of highschool, gets to have you as their little plaything for a day."

Various murmurs of agreement come up around the room, and its then that you realize exactly what it is that you've set yourself up for.

"Quite honestly, sweetheart, I don't think any of us are backing down. It's a fairly simple challenge, anyways." Price smiled, and moved to stand right in front of you. His voice dropped to a sultry rumble, that you felt in the deepest corners of your body. "I mean, if I can say, I'm almost a hundred percent certain I'll have you tailing me around base by this time next week." He blew the smoke from his cigarette around your face, and winked at you. "See you at training, darling."

For what felt like forever, you sat on the couch dumbfounded at his obvious attempts at flirting. Slowly, the other three filed out of the room, moving to do their own daily routines.

Soap crouched in front of you, waving a hand in front of your face. "Don't mind em' yea? He'll keep. 'Sides, I promise when I get my way with you I won't be nearly as rough." He laughed and stood, patting you on your head.

"See yer at training, lass!"

Fucking hell.

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[lutewife]

Alastor relationship headcanons

gn!reader, hinted acearo spec Alastor, mention of one-sided radiostatic, who knows how many words

Warnings: mostly fluff, I don't think so

Notes: Whew it took me way too much time, but here it is! My first even headcanons! Hope you enjoy it, my darlings!

Platonic:

(I imagine it is after some time or after a certain bond is established between the two of you. Because let's be real, Alastor wouldn't act like that with just anyone.)

Alastor is... Well he certainly is.

To be frank though, I would say he is a generally good friend and a very useful one to boot.

People fear him and that means if you are seen as his friend, let's just say not many demons dare to get on your nerves (unless they are especially stupid).

If they do, just go to Alastor for help. He will deal with it, he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty from time to time. He won't always like it, though, so try not to overdo it.

Prepare yourself to pay him back too. He doesn't demand it, but if you buy him a nice whisky and invite him to dance with you as a thank you, you'll earn a lot of brownie points.

Having a powerful overlord as a friend has its cons though: people just won't leave you alone, especially his fans. If you like the attention: good for you. If you don't: then just deal with them accordingly. Your public image may change for the worse, but who cares, it's hell anyway.

Hanging out with Alastor is usually very chill, though it doesn't happen often, he's a busy man. He likes going out on a walk just as much as he likes visiting a fancy club or restaurant. I wouldn't recommend going to one with him, though. He has... Very questionable taste. If you have a very questionable taste too, then congratulations, you won't give a fuck either way.

Also he's such a gossiper, you can't tell me otherwise. If you're friends with Rosie too, prepare yourself to be drawn into the gossip circle. Soon you'll know every detail about the latest tea.

If it's your turn to choose a place, then just don't go to a cinema, and you'll be good. Unless they are playing black-and-white films, then he will somewhat survive and maybe even have a little fun. Just no modern technology, grandpa Alastor will have a stroke otherwise.

If we're talking about watching something, he fancies going to the theater. Bring him there and you'll get an unforgettable experience. He will be commenting on almost everything that is happening, to the point when you'll need to shut him up, unless you want to be kicked out (this man doesn't know how to whisper or is purposely irritating everyone, I swear).

When he really likes you, he might show you his collection of retro radios and other various antiques. Only if you're interested, though, he doesn't want to bore you.

Now onto physical touch, he isn't a big fan overall. But if you're good friends he won't mind a hug or little touches here and there. He also likes dancing with you. Usually he's leading, so it's not that big of a deal to him. He enjoys the little displays of affection, if you enjoy them too.

To sum everything up: he tries, even if he is a serial killer and a horrible person overall, but we don't talk about that. But either way you get some kind of protection, and hey! Just take it, because hell is not a nice place.

Romantic:

Now onto the good part! Alastor generally isn't a person who is interested in romance, but maybe if you were a special exception... He would catch feelings!

I imagine he won't confess first, he isn't someone who initiates something like that. So you would need to pull yourself together and do it yourself. At first he would be hesitating, though ultimately he will reciprocate. And boom! You're dating Radio Demon just like that.

Many people would be jealous, I imagine he received lots of confessions before, so by being his s/o, you'll get yourself a good amount of enemies (for example Vox you can't tell me, he doesn't have a thing for him).

But don't worry about it, Alastor, trying to be a good partner, will take care of any difficulties.

Actually, I don't think he would even want to announce your relationship publicly, though he won't protest if you wanted to tell your friends. And don't be surprised that when you tell Mimzy, the information would be already known worldwide.

I think dating Alastor wouldn't even differ that much from being close friends at first, but after some time he would slowly ease into doing new things with you.

Like he will come to really like your kisses! His favourite would probably be a kiss on the forehead. He wouldn't really kiss you himself, though. An exception is a kiss on your hand, because he really likes being a gentleman.

He would be a gentleman in other ways too! Like opening the door for you or pulling out your chair for you. Doesn't matter if you're a woman or not, he will treat you with respect either way.

His love language is giving/receiving gifts and quality time! Nothing beats spending time with you, even if you're just sitting in silence. He loves giving you flowers! They are usually wilted, and maybe not really on the pretty side... (More like dangerous). But I mean it's the thought that matters. If you buy him a new addition to his radio collection, he will gladly accept, too! He feels very valued when showered with gifts.

Dates with him will be really enjoyable. They won't differ much from when you were hanging out, but I imagine he would try to be even more fancy. And he will actually think before bringing you to a restaurant, which doesn't suit your tastes.

Alastor would gladly use pet names for you. Darling, sweetheart, love, you got it all! It's all natural for him.

When talking to you, he would use an entirely different tone, sweeter and softer. Yes, he has a soft spot for you, better make use of it!

Your relationship will be progressing slowly, but it doesn't mean he loves you any less. It's just hard for him to be romantic and intimate.

After some time, you will just act like an old married couple mindlessly in love. Your relationship is just like that, comfortable and content. Kissing, holding hands, just pure wholesomeness, which is ironic for such a sadistic and bloodlusty demon like him.

But if you wanted more than that... I mean in a sexual way, I imagine he wouldn't even think about it himself. But if you really wanted that, it would take like fucking centuries, but he would reciprocate. Though maybe not as you thought he would.

[earthtokhal]

You know, I thought that the way Mexico went, I would feel some sort of consolation about how everything went down and momentarily I did. It was joyous to see them getting hit from every single direction and while I love Max, having him get that penalty and having no help around him to mitigate for him until he made his way back to the front was another reminder that the team absolutely messed up. Max need to constantly play 4D chess because he is doing it all on his own with zero help and a car that is going backwards.

Anyway, Daniel genuinely seems free and I am happy that he has taken this on the chin and took control of the situation again.

But this Daniel isn't the one I am raging for. Because everything was just pointless.

I am upset for the Daniel that declined offers from Haas and that alleged Mercedes role that everyone was talking about and trusted the team that burned him once before.

I am upset for the man who put in the work and the hours in the sim with Simon to undo every bad thing he had learned in McLaren and try to reach his best again.

I am upset for the person who genuinely thought they were giving him a fighting chance to get to that seat again.

I am upset for the driver who stood in an airport in his home country in what was only the start of the season already denying rumors that he would be replaced.

For the man who had to spend so much of energy every race weekend defending his position in the sport.

For the man who tried so hard, started performing, cleaned up his quali laps only to be destroyed by his team. He had a patched together engine while everyone around him had newer ones.

For the man who had his team principal comment about how he isn't using social media anymore as if he is some newbie needing to cut out the distractions and not a veteran of the sport.

For the man who truly thought his plan was coming to pass after Spa only for everything to change hours later.

And for the man who returned to prove something which he honestly did but they just undid everything with their podcasts and their comments in the media to save face.

Formula 1 is a business. It is not some fun, merry-go-round where everyone is just good and loyal to each other and I am not stupid enough to believe that they were ever truly 100% on his side.

But there are still people involved, relationships that have been built over decades and maybe I was stupid enough to believe at least that held some weight.

And in the end, no amount of bad weekends for the team and the drivers (Max is obviously excluded from all of this) would make any of this okay because all of it was for nothing.

We thought he was enduring because there was an end plan.

Surely, Horner and his management knew 11 wasn't going to do any better in Mexico when he completely bombed his best tracks. The King of the streets scored the same amount of points that Daniel took from McLaren which benefited Max.

So why couldn't they have held on a little bit.

And if it was truly his performance, why didn't he get the grace to wait until his best tracks before the decision was made?

And now, the same people who have been calling for his head since he set foot in the car in the first race are the same ones going "Hang on. maybe they did fire the wrong driver."

And I actually thought that they were suddenly cleaning up some of the stuff they said in the media as if clearing the way for his return if needed.

I would LOVE for Daniel to return, for 1 race, for 3 races for 5 more seasons but I do not see it happening for just a fraction of races because it benefits him in no way. Unless he gets the full time seat for 2025, I do not see him coming back to this mess.

And I do not blame him.

But for us, they need to handle their shit quickly and make an announcement so we are not stuck in a limbo.

And while I would love for Franco to get the seat instead of LL, it still won't be enough for me to get over this and how everything went down, this was his seat.

And ultimately, if they are trying to bring him back and if he decides he wants to do it, I sure as hell will support that team until he leaves.

[gothlute]

Since you said it was okay to send you asks about Lute (and I really wanna talk about her ajshgs): do you have any headcanons for her as a character, fallenwings and/or guitarspear? :)

Also, as a doodle idea: fallen angel Lute!

I love this so much!!!!

Okay so the fallen angel Lute doodle will be done a bit later since I ordered a graphic tablet and I wanna draw it on it. I'll tag you!

Ive already made a post about Guitarspear headcanons too :D I might post more if I get ideas!

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Lute headcanons.

• Metalhead & likes goth music

• Had an emo phase, obviously, tho she won't admit it

• She's REALLY into music, either listening to it or making it. Adam and her make music together! She can sing and kinda play drums (tho she's a begginer)

• Her favorite bands is Type O negative

•Her favorite colors are black and red

• Super picky eater, and so is Adam

• High IQ, and possibly autistic, she gets told to get tested a LOT but she doesnt want to

• Is SUPER good at make up, she does her eyeliner super fast

• Very very good at strategy games. She's overall very smart and learns fast. The kind of kid to learn how to read super early and then get pissed at other kids because they can't do it

• Super serious most of the time, but the most unhinged mf with Adam because she trusts him deeply. She actually makes almost as much dirty jokes as him when it's just the two of them

• Both bi and homophobic : she was raised in a SUPER religious family and feels attraction to girls but is deeply ashamed of it.

• Had a situationship with Vaggie, but had too much internalized homophobia for it to work. She's SUPER bitter about it

• Pretty interested in mythology

-She's pretty muscular and very strong, she works out a LOT and pretty much all gay exorcists have/had some sort of crush on her (and everyone's aware of it except for herself)

• Wears a band shirt and black sweatpants like 50% of the time when out of uniform

• She would LOVE the Saw movies. They have gore, interesting lore and she'd love to learn about all the traps (she would wanna try them on demons LMAO)

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Now let's dive deeper into the Lute and Vaggie part.

Fallenwings headcanons (sorta)

!!CW interalized homophobia

I don't believe Vaggie and Lute dated. I do think they had something going on though.

To begin with, I think Lute is bisexual, with INSANE. amounts of internalized homophobia and religious guilt. She's plain homophobic, and thinks it's a sin, while ignoring the part of her that likes it. It has been easy at first because she wasn't into ONE specific girl.

But when she started liking Vaggie, everything was way harder. Her feelings were too hard to ignore. She felt genuine physical attraction, to the point where training with her was getting hard. Everything was complicated.

And Vaggie felt this way too. She started flirting with Lute, and even though she felt painfully guilty about it, she gave in.

They kissed a copious amount of times (never in public), slept together almost as much, and genuine feelings were developping for both of them.

But Lute's self hatred was only getting worse, and it was getting in the way. She would rather die than make their relationship official (though let's be honest you'd have to be blind to miss the sexual tension during training), and Vaggie had to constantly remind Lute that it was okay, that it didn't make her a sinner.

She didn't believe it.

She sometimes pushed Vaggie away when she initiated any contact, even chaste and friendly, and got very cold and disgusted to talk to her. Because after all, she's gay.

Vaggie tried to be as understanding as possible, but it was getting too far.

Her and Lute got into an argument.

Vaggie was like "this is stupid, you insist that we hide when we see eachother, you seem uncomfortable and it's clear that you don't really like me SO we should probably just stop". She wasnt that mad just a bit annoyed and sad

Except Lute took it very badly, and got VERY defensive and mad, because Vaggie was right. She got mean and lashed out on her, Vaggie left and they just...stopped talking

Basically, Vaggie thinks Lute used her to "try it with a girl" while Lute had actual feelings, and she HATES Vaggie because she let her see her weaknesses and thinks she's disgusting for making her fall for her!! She was a lesbian after all.

+ She betrayed heaven and it was OVER. It was the proof Lute was waiting for, proof that Vaggie was just a filthy sinner, disgusting, that she deserved to rot in hell, and that Lute's little phase was over, probably a test from God she passed.

Sometimes, Lute still dreams of the filthy sinner, of her sweet words and the warmth of her embrace. She still feels all warm when seeing two girls kiss, she still gets jealous. But she knows better than to indulge in those feelings now, she's a warrior.

[smoooothoperator]

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15: This Side Of Paradise

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers

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Warnings: SMUT (it's marked, if you are minor, don't read it)

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Watching him placing his clothes on my wardrobe made me feel happy and nervous.

I tried to ignore those feelings, sitting on my bed and folding his clothes the way I fold them so they could fit better. I watched him hand his formal suit, his jeans and jackets. I saw him place his shower things and creams in my bathroom.

Since I was little, I always thought that at this age I would be already married, or at least living with the love of my life, sharing an apartment and having a good life with a job I liked and with a good amount of money. And even if the picture I had in front of me, with Lando placing his toothbrush next to mine as well as the perfume I gifted him not long ago, was the one I always dreamed of, I didn't want to believe it, not yet.

Sure, I love Lando, he gives me every reason to make me think that he's the love of my life. But still, there's something that makes me want to take a step back.

Maybe it is that I already saw this picture before, that I saw men's clothes next to mine on a wardrobe, that I saw someone's toothpaste next to mine. Maybe it's the trauma, or the not so friendly reminder that I lived this once and it didn't end well. That this is not a first time experience with someone I love.

I wanted to smile, really. I wanted to smile, laugh, hug him and kiss him until both were out of breath. But the thorn of that memory was stuck on my brain, showing me glimpses of that golden haired man that I used to call the love of my life.

“I need a minute” I said, getting up from the bed and walking out of the room, going to the small balcony of the living room.

I didn't hear his answer, just sitting on the small chair outside and looking at the lights.

I should be happy. I really should. And I want to be happy, grateful. But why, suddenly, I feel this heavy weight on my chest that is not letting me breathe?

“Love, you will get cold” I heard him sigh, opening the door behind me. “Come back inside”

I swallowed thickly when I heard him call me like that. The first time he called me like that and I wasn't smiling.

“What is going on? Do you want to talk?”

I looked at him and sighed, wrapping my arms around him and I took a step to get inside the living room, breathing the scent I learned to love. He wrapped his arms around me and closed the sliding door, kissing my shoulder softly.

“What's going on inside this smart brain of yours, hm?” he whispered. “Be I know there's something, I noticed it while being in the room”

“It's just stupid” I sighed. “Don't worry”

“I do worry, Violet” he sighed. “You mean so much to me, I worry when something is bothering you”

“I can't stop thinking about Owen” I mumble against his neck. “About the day I moved in with him. About how I thought that he was the love of my life…”

“And watching me put my clothes in your wardrobe made you remember that” he ended for me.

“I'm sorry…”

“No, I understand” he said.

He took some steps back until his knees touched the couch, sitting on it and pulling me with him to sit on his lap, holding me tighter. The warm hand in my back rubbed circles while the other secured me on his lap.

“I guess I'm scared” I whispered. “Of living this over again. Of watching things that are not mine in my place and slowly getting used to it to the point that I wouldn't mind if we shared a place. I guess it terrifies me to get my guard down and repeat the same that happened with him…”

“And I promise you that it won't happen again” he interrupted me.

“You don't know that…” I whisper, sadly.

“Violet. I promise you that I will never ever hurt you” he said, firmly. “That I will never do something you don't like. That I will never touch you when you don't want it. What I said this morning was really serious. I want to settle down with you. I don't want to think of someone else that is not you, you are my favorite person in the universe”

I took a deep breath and hugged him tightly. Why do I feel this bad? Why am I letting my memories play this bad with me?

“I just want to be enough for you” I whispered.

“You are more than enough, my love” he whispered. “Just stay with me. Talk to me. And we will make this work, okay?”

“Okay” I whisper.

I pulled away from his neck, looking at him and smiling weakly. I don't deserve him, he's too good for me.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” he asked and I tilted my head.

“I don't think so, why?” I frowned.

“Come with me to dinner” he smiled. “To McLaren. Oscar wants to meet you”

“But…”

“Come on, tomorrow we'll have a shopping day” he smiled, pecking my lips quickly. “I have to get the suit from some sponsors”

I sighed and just leaned on him, getting comfortable in his embrace and closing my eyes.

“Just give me a day to get used to this” I whisper. “To make my mind understand that you will stay here longer than just a few days. I know I was the one asking you to come stay with me, but…”

“Heya I understand it” he whispered. “I get it, you lived something similar and you are getting flashbacks. And it's okay. But I'm not going to hurt you. I would rather die than hurt you”

“Please don't say that again” I whisper. “It just… it scares thinking of that. Thinking of something like that happening to you. I still feel nauseous when I see Pietra Gasly holding a flower bouquet in Belgium's race… And now I don't want to imagine myself doing the same as him”

“I'll never make you put yourself in that position” he said. “I'll always come back to you, okay? I'll always end a race and put this bracelet again”

I smile weakly, remembering the matching bracelets we have in our wrists. The promise we made that night in that house.

“Put it back always and think of me” I said, pulling back my face from his neck and looking at him.

He smiled and nodded, leaning closer to me until our lips met. And this kiss was different. It felt like the cherry on top of a cake, that sealed our feelings, like the signature on a contract. This kiss was everything we needed to start our life together after pouring our hearts out, after talking about our worries and doubts, after putting the trust in each other.

And without saying anything we understood it. We knew that when I got up from his lap and stood up, he did the same, standing in front of me and kissing my forehead. I held his hand and we both walked to the bedroom, temporary ours.

🔞

We didn't need words, we knew what was going to happen next, and the shivers over my body were just a product of how my heart was beating for him, only him. Our eyes asked each other for permission to take off each other's clothes, so slowly that it felt like our hands and fingers were dancing to the choreography of a slow song. His lips were on mines, never pulling away for at least a pair of millimeters to breathe and then to melt again on mines.

“My beautiful, beautiful Violet” he whispered, running his hands over my naked body, caressing my back and sides with his palms. “You have no idea how lucky I am”

“Make me yours” I whisper, feeling his fingers unclipping my bra.

“Oh, for sure I will” he whispered, tracing his lips over my jaw towards my neck. “I'll treat you like the queen you are”

I chuckled softly, kissing him again and again and feeling how my toes touched the edge of the bed as well as the back of his knees, making him sit with me on his lap. I moaned softly when I sat on his bulge, feeling how it touched my clothes core. His hands moved to my hips and helped me to move slowly, rocking my hips and making our intimate parts still clothed rub against the other, making him get harder and me wetter.

“Feels good” I moaned, feeling how the tip was rubbing perfectly on my clit, how his kisses were moving to my breast and his lips wrapping around my nipple.

I arched my back, giving him more access to my chest when I felt his hand cupping the breast he wasn't kissing, leaving subtle marks on my skin. He was worshiping every inch of my body like a good lover, exploring it like he wanted to make a map of it only for himself.

I felt him stand up with me in his arms just to turn us around, placing me on the bed with him on top of me.

“I need you” I whispered looking at him, cupping his cheek.

“Yeah?” he smiled, bringing his lips to the breast he didn't kiss yet while his hand cupped my core, making me gasp and moan at the same time.

I moved my hips against his hand, feeling how I clenched around nothing, needing him. At this point I didn't care what part of him, his fingers, tongue or length, I just wanted to feel him.

His hand pushed down my panties, making me moan when I felt the cold of the room, that wasn't going to last long, hit my core. But that cold was immediately away the moment his fingers traced my folds. I moaned arching my back again, burying a hand on his curls while the other held the blankets.

“Lando” I moaned, feeling his fingers tracing circles on my clit before pushing them slowly inside of me.

“Good?” he whispered looking at me, smiling and kissing my lips while pumping his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit.

“Fucking amazing” I moan against his lips, kissing him deeper.

He curled his fingers making me gasp, feeling how he touched my sweet spot. I stopped feeling his lips on mine to feel them on my chest, then on my stomach. I opened my eyes and saw him between my legs, watching in awe how his fingers moved inside of me, and seconds later feeling his tongue on me.

“Fuck” I cried in pleasure, feeling how the knot in.my stomach was ready to snap, making me clench around his fingers and release around them.

“My sweet girl” he moaned, pulling out his fingers just to lick my core, pushing it on me, making me gasp and hold onto his hair.

It felt like heaven, looking at his face buried between my legs, not pulling away until I came apart for the second time.

He sat on his knees after pulling away from my core, making me moan at the sight of him. I copied his posture, kneeling face to face and kissing him, making him hold me close to him.

“I have condoms on my bag” he whispered, making me chuckle.

“Did you buy them before coming home?” I said.

“Of course” he smirked, pecking my lips and getting up from the bed.

I smile looking at him, watching how he took off his boxers and came back to bed. He placed the box on the nightstand and I followed his hand with my eyes the moment he grabbed one, holding it between his heart and index finger.

“Sit straight” I said, standing on my knees and moving closer to him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

I grabbed the condom and unrolled it down on his length, hearing him sigh relieved with my touch, feeling his hands in my hips to help me sit on his lap, his length between our bodies.

“I love you” he whispered, holding me and looking into my eyes.

I smiled softly and kissed him, breathing in deeply and raising up my hips just to sink down on him slowly. I felt him all inside of me, filling me and fitting inside of me like a piece my body lost.

“I love you too” I whispered, moving my hips with his help.

It was magical, perfect. The feeling of his lips on my skin, his hands on me, his length inside of me. Everything I could think about was him, on how good his hands hold my breasts, of how good he sucks my nipples, how good it feels when we roll our hips together, skin against skin.

I just didn't know how many times we did it that night, but the only thing I know is that what we did was real, it was pure love.

🔞

Waking up next to her in her bed felt amazing. Getting up and watching my things in her bedroom felt so real.

Yesterday, when she told me that watching me put my things inside of her wardrobe made her think about Owen, I felt angry. But not angry with her. I was angry with him. Because he destroyed her, made her be scared of things like this, of being in love again, of being touched.

And I wanted to make sure she knows she's loved. I'll make sure to remind her every day that I love her and that I adore her. I know I will never do something like what he did, I love her too much to hurt her and push her away.

“Oh, you woke up early” I heard her yawn, walking inside the kitchen.

“Mhm, yeah” I nodded looking back at her, king when I saw her wearing the shirt I had yesterday. “I wanted to make breakfast”

“You said that you won't cook” she chuckled, standing behind me and wrapping her arms around my torso.

“Toasts and tea are something I can make” I said. “I won't burn the house because the toaster is configured”

“Okay” she laughed softly, pressing her lips on my shoulder. “Last night was amazing”

“It was” I nodded, turning around and looking at her, kissing her forehead. “Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?”

“No, I'm perfect” she smiled, standing on her tiptoes and kissing my lips.

I smile and pick her up, sitting her on the counter and standing between her legs. There's something about her that pulls me like a magnet, that makes me want to kiss her and touch her all the time. I need to hold her hand or hold her close to me. Maybe it's my subconscious mind that wants to make sure this is not a dream, just in case.

Last night I couldn't stop. I needed her, more and more. I needed to feel her, to hear her, to taste her. She's mine, now for real. I spotted every mole on her body, traced a constellation with the moles of her arms and back and kissed every inch of her skin, worshiping her and treating her how she deserves to be treated. I lost the count of times we did it, how many times I made her fall apart and how many times she did it to me. It was a night full of pleasure, and none of us cared about it.

“Why don't we stay all day here, hm?” she smiled.

“I have to get the outfit for tomorrow's dinner, love” I smile, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Then we go now in the morning and then we'll stay all day here” she reaffirmed.

“You don't want to buy something for you?” I asked.

“I mean… it's not a dinner where everyone will go with gala dresses, right?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, something she always does when she's either confused or paying attention to something.

“Oh, no” I laughed. “That kind of dinner is the one for the FIA gala. And I wasn't invited. I mean, I didn't do something relevant to be invited”

“Hey, I'm sure this new season will be better” she smiled cupping my cheek.

“Unless I'm one of the top three…” I sighed, smiling weakly. “Anyway, what we were talking about”

“Right” she sighed. “Just… You know my style. Do I have to buy something to fit in the dress code?”

“No, but…” I smiled softly. “I just wanted to spoil you, silly”

“You can spoil during the trip” she chuckled.

“Oh, right! We have to reserve things” I said, squeezing her hips.

She smiled and nodded, kissing my lips and jumping out of the counter when we heard that the toasts were ready. She went to her office and grabbed her laptop while I placed everything on the table of her kitchen.

It was perfect. This life with her, cooking and eating together, sleeping together and making plans. It felt amazing and I couldn't wait for this to be a routine and make it official, having an apartment for both of us.

I was once in the MTC some years ago when Lando invited all of us to their car launch. It was a big place, full of cars and history decorated for the launch event, full of orange, black and blue balloons.

But now, it was decorated with Christmas things. Fairy lights around the columns, some Christmas trees, and some drawings made of fake snow on the windows.

“Hey, guys!”

I turned around, with a glass of champagne in my hand, and found Oscar with his girlfriend walking towards us. Lando smiled, unwrapping his arm from my waist and walking towards his teammate to hug him.

“Lily, hey” I smiled, recognizing Oscar's girlfriend.

“I guess I have to welcome you to the team” she smiled softly, hugging me

“Yeah” I laughed softly.

“I'm glad he finally confessed” she said.

I laughed softly, smiling when I felt Lando's hand back on my hip, holding me close to him.

We walked around, looking at all the cars, at all the trophies. It was just like the day we spent together in the museum, he explained how every car worked, who drove it, who won the trophies and where. And everytime I looked at him he had that beautiful sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about the team, about his dream.

“I'm proud of you” I said, placing my hand on his chest.

“Oh? Where did this came from?” he chuckled, looking at me.

“Because you made your dream come true” I smiled. “This is the place you dreamed with, the team you wanted since you knew you wanted to work in this sport. And you are so focused on following that dream that you didn't notice that you already made history here, my love”

“But it's not enough” he smiled weakly. “I didn't win yet”

“But you will win this year” I said cupping his cheek. “You said it, the second half of the season was good, the team worked hard and found the missing piece and thanks to that you and Oscar had a lot of podiums. Even a Guinness record! You will have plenty of opportunities this year to win, I'm sure”

“You have no idea how much your words mean to me, Violet” he smiled, hugging me and resting his forehead against mine. “You have no idea how lucky and grateful I am to have you by my side”

“We can do this, Lando” I smiled. “We are in this together. I will be by your side every time you'll need me, cheering for you, supporting you. And I'll be in the crowd, screaming your name when you stand on the top of the podium, okay? And when I can't be there on the races, I'll wear your colors, I'll watch you on the TV or my laptop. I won't miss anything”

“God, stop it, you'll make me cry” he laughed, hugging me tightly.

“And I'm here to hold you and wipe away the tears” I giggled, hugging him, kissing his cheek.

After some minutes alone, we walked back to where the dinner was taking place. Lando introduced me to his team, and it just felt right. Watching all his mechanics welcoming me and hugging me, teasing Lando and making him blush, felt good. Watching Zak smiling at me and patting Lando's back was like looking at a father congratulating his son. The girls of the team welcomed me, happy to have a new addition and to meet Lando's girl who he couldn't stop talking about.

McLaren is Lando's second family, and feeling welcomed even if they knew me because I was at previous races, felt good.

“Where are you going to spend New Year's?” Oscar asked us, sitting on the same table with his girlfriend. “Are you going with your family?”

“Oh, no” Lando smiled, looking at me and resting his arm on the back of my chair. “We're going tomorrow to Egypt”

“Egypt?” Lily asked, surprised.

“It was my Christmas gift” I smiled looking at Lando, kissing his cheek. “I study art history and ancient languages”

“Oh, right! You work at the British Museum! I forgot that” Lily laughed softly.

“We just want to be on our own” Lando said. “And I have my personal tourist guide, so it's a win for me”

“I hope you'll pay me” I said, hitting his chest softly.

“Oh, I will” he smirked, kissing my temple.

“Gross” Oscar laughed. “But I'm happy for you, actually. It was so annoying watching how you were like a lost puppy whenever Violet came to the races and hearing your sad songs”

“I wasn't playing sad songs!” Lando gasoed, making us laugh.

“I have audios, mate” he laughed.

“Cute” I laughed looking at Lando, kissing his cheek softly.

The rest of the night was amazing. They made a speech, taking everyone for their hard work, promising that good things will come the next season. And I couldn't feel prouder when I saw Lando standing next to me, holding a mic and talking about how grateful he feels, how lucky he is to be where he is.

I was happy to be with him, to see him smile whenever he talks about his dream and about what he loves.

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[anonsturniolo]

Lie to girls ✧₊⁺

A small (kinda) blurb of situationship!chris x reader ✧₊⁺

Don’t swear on your mom

That it’s the first drink that you’ve had in like a month

After a long day, I found myself driving towards Chris' house. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding once I put my car in park. I made my way towards the front door, having it open for me before I even knocked. Nick took half a step outside, shaking his head once he saw me.

"Good luck." He mumbled to me as he walked past, making me briefly close my eyes, mentally preparing myself for whatever the fuck I was walking into.

I walk up the stairs slowly, instantly spotting Chris who was sat on the couch, some animated tv show playing loudly. My eyes flicker towards the coffee table, an endless amount of beer cans scattered across the surface.

I instantly regretted even coming, but Chris was quicker than I was. He was on his feet and wrapping his arms around me for a tight hug. He swore on his mom that it was the first drink he'd had in like a month.

"Yeah, right," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You said the same thing last week." Chris moved us to the couch, my bag carelessly dropping to the floor. He nearly tugged me onto his lap, his warm breath fanning against my neck.

Chris smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "What, you don't believe me?"

"Not for a second," I replied, scrunching my nose in disgust as the smell of beer flooded my senses from our close proximity.

No, don’t say it was just an isolated incident that happened once

There’s no need to pretend

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and I could barely hold back my frustration any longer. Finally, I turned to him, my voice trembling.

"Chris, I know about her," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "I know you've been cheating on me."

Chris's face paled for a moment before he quickly composed himself. "What are you talking about?" he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "You're being paranoid, not to mention, we aren't even dating."

"Don't try to gaslight me," I snapped, feeling a surge of anger. "I saw the messages, Chris. I know everything."

He sighed, rubbing his temples as if I were the one causing him a headache. "Look, you're blowing this out of proportion. It was just a mistake. It didn't mean anything."

"A mistake?" I echoed, my voice rising. "You betrayed me, Chris. How can you stand there and act like it's nothing?"

Chris took a step closer, his expression softening. "I know I messed up, but you have to believe me when I say it won't happen again. I think I love you."

I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "Love isn't supposed to hurt like this, Chris. I don't know if I can trust you anymore."

The weight of his actions hung heavily between us, and for the first time, I saw the cracks in our relationship that I had been trying so hard to ignore.

I’ve never seen an ugly truth that I can’t bend

To something that looks better

"I've always been able to twist even the ugliest truths into something that looks better," I said, my voice wavering as I looked at Chris. "But this time, I can't. Your betrayal is too glaring to ignore."

Chris sighed, his eyes filled with regret. "I know I messed up, but can't we find a way to move past this?"

I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Some truths can't be bent or beautified, Chris. They just have to be faced head-on. And this... this is one of those truths."

My body shook with silent cries as Chris fell to his knees, resting his head against my stomach, preventing me from walking out of his life.

"Please don't leave me. I can do better, please." He softly cried into my shirt, his hands holding my back in place.

I’m stupid, but I’m clever

Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever

"I may be stupid, but I'm clever," I said, my voice firm with determination.

"I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever. Even if you're not ready, Chris, you're still mine. No matter how chaotic things get or how much you push me away, I'll always find a way to hold on to you." I tell him sternly, watching the way his smile slowly starts to fade.

"Because deep down, I know we belong together, and I'm not giving up on us, not now, not ever. Remember when you stormed off to the locker room after losing that game? I was there to comfort you, to remind you that you're not alone. That's what I'll keep doing, Chris, because you're worth it, and so are we."

"You might not see it now, but one day you'll understand that no one will ever fight for you the way I do. And until that day comes, I'll be right here, holding on to the belief that we are meant to be." I finish my rant, watching as Chris sits up in bed, running a hand through his hair.

"Nothing to say? After I put my fucking heart on the line like that?" I scoff, feeling the tears being to build up in my eyes. I turn to leave but I'm stopped by Chris' hand circling around my wrist.

"You're mine as much as I'm yours, baby."

[gingerlegacy07]

The Sounds You Make

Warnings: a little bit of low self-esteem and mirror sex (also, the story is not fully canon), Sylus POV It can also be read on Ao3 and Wattpad

It was the fire in her eyes when our gazes met for the first time that caught my attention. Of course, I knew she carried an Aether core, but the girl had foolishly decided to go on her own to the N109 zone leading to her being kidnapped and it made me question her intelligence.     So imagine my surprise when despite her weakness, her fiery eyes held a promise. A promise that she could do better.  It led to me taking her in like a stray cat instead of getting the Aether core and be done with it. 

While spending more time with her, I was glad to see I was proven right; Miss hunter had a fighting spirit to be admired.    Even when she got defeated or wounded, she'd train harder and proved the nay-sayers wrong.  She kept proving herself to not just me and whoever doubted her, but to herself most importantly. 

I would lie if I said I didn't notice her beauty, but beauty hardly mattered when the personality wasn't equally interesting.     I felt myself falling for her quick thinking and her big heart. Despite being a hunter, she valued living creatures and didn't take everything at face value.     Even when she was clearly scared, she hid it beneath sarcasm and jokes. She never fooled me with it, but she fooled her enemies. 

There was a bond forming between us that went beyond physical attraction and beyond love. It was something deeper that we had yet to explore, but as long as it was with her, I was willing to do so.    Hence why it didn't take long for us to start going everywhere together. We stayed over at each other's place more and more and from there it was inevitable for us to begin dating.     Our hearts burned with the same amount of passion and our sex life was thriving because of it.  I learned that I loved making her feel good, to draw out physical reactions whenever I pleasured her. 

But nothing could compare to the sounds that escaped her mouth whenever she came on my tongue, my fingers or my cock.     I became addicted to her moans and gasps and every time we landed naked in each other's arms I did all I could to draw them out of her.    Lately though, I've been noticing some of that fire of hers being doused whenever we got intimate. So, naturally I made her talk to me about it and she told me the most outrageous thing. 

"I just feel like I'm not enough for you." She had whispered the words, clearly ashamed of her insecurity, but I heard them clearly and received them like a slap to my face.     "Who told you that? Give me a name and I'll make sure they won't be a problem again."  She waved me off. "No one. It's just my stupid brain getting to me."    I took her hand in mine and placed a kiss on it, urging her to look at me. Once we locked eyes, she continued.  "You're the leader of Onychinus. You've been able to bring structure and some rules to a whole area that was completely lawless before your arrival. You've got wealth beyond compare and you can have anything you want." I didn't interrupt her, even though she was missing the part of how long it took me to make the N109 zone the way it is today or how I wasn't born the powerful leader I am now.     "And I'm just a simple hunter with no memory before my seventh birthday who lost the only family she ever had in an explosion caused by some organization I still haven't discovered." 

"Where is all of this coming from?" I couldn't keep the irritation out of my voice. Didn't she see what she did to me?     She simply shrugged. "I don't know. I think it's always been on my mind, but only now that our relationship has become more serious do these doubts really eat at me." 

"Well then, it's time to remedy that." I grabbed her arm and pulled her up and out of the bar we'd been sitting at.    There were some curious glances our way when she squeaked in surprise, but one look from me and they were back to minding their own business.     "What are you doing? Where are you taking me so suddenly?" She was trying to pull away from my grip, but I wouldn't let her. 

"I'll make you see that you are more than enough for me."    I pulled her over to my motorcycle and made sure we both got our helmets on before driving off to my nearest safe house.     As we got there I didn't waste any time to get our helmets off again and taking her into my arms bridal style, carrying her all the way to the bedroom which consisted of a huge bed with silken sheets, a wardrobe, a seating area with a sofa and a giant mirror. 

"Sylus, what's gotten into you?" She asked in awe as she looked around the room.     "I'll make you see what you do to me." I bend down to whisper her name into her ear and her little shiver in response didn't escape my attention. Nor did the goosebumps on her arms.     I captured her lips in a fiery kiss and while she still must've been confused, she melted into it and didn't hesitate to kiss me back.     I made quick work of our clothing, unzipping her dress and pushing the straps off of her shoulders to let it fall to the floor before tossing my shirt to join it there and unzipping my pants. 

"S-Sylus, hmm," she moaned when I sucked on a spot just below her ear.     "You want me to stop?" I pulled back to look into her eyes. No matter how frustrated I was at her not seeing her self-worth, I would never force herself to do something she didn't want to.     Her eyes met mine and she shook her head. "No. I just didn't expect this, that's all. Please continue."     I smirked and bend down to kiss her again, my fingers finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it to free her breasts. I swallowed her sigh of pleasure and then her sounds of protest when I ripped her panties in half, too impatient to properly pull them off.     "I'll buy you new ones," I muttered against her lips. Then I proceeded to kick off my own pants, happy that I decided to go commando today of all days. 

I nearly lost my composure when her hand wrapped around my cock and started pumping. It didn't take long for it to become fully erect.    "You like that baby?" She asked, knowing fully well I did. My answering groan was enough to confirm it.     "Two can play that game kitten." I kept my eyes on her when my fingers found her cunt, dragging through her folds and rubbing over the sensitive flesh of her clit. "Already so wet."     Her mouth went slack and her eyes closed as a soft moan escaped her. It heightened my pleasure immensely and my cock twitched in her hand. 

"Feel that?" I whispered, "that's because of the sounds you were making just now."     Her eyes met mine in shock and she bit her lip to suppress another moan when my fingers slid into her. I frowned. "Now that's not nice."     I used the pad of my thumb to rub over her clit more harshly while my middle and index finger plunged into her. She couldn't hold back anymore and the sounds I wanted to hear left her lips.     My cock throbbed in answering and I felt her hand tighten its grip on me, making me grunt. She was teasing me now. That wouldn't do. 

I turned us around to face the mirror, her back pressed against my chest. "Look at us," my lips were touching her ear, "look how my fingers are plunging into your wetness."    She looked down in time to see my fingers disappear into her heat and moaned needily. "Sylus, I need you inside of me." "But I already am, aren't I?" I teased, my fingers rubbing over that place inside her that made her breath hitch.     "I- ah! Your cock! I need your cock inside of me." She must've been pretty desperate for it, because she'd never say that otherwise. I bet I could even make her beg for it if I wanted to, but one look at her face was enough to hold me back.     Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were looking everywhere but her reflection. It was clear she was still battling some insecurities. 

I'd make sure to drive those away. 

In one swift move I replaced my fingers with my cock and took a moment to enjoy the heat of her and to let her adjust to my size.     "Hm, yes, just as I remember," I commented, turning her towards me and kissing her with all the love I had for her. She should know how good she made me feel.  Once I pulled away, I faced the mirror again. 

"Look at yourself kitten, look at me and see how much we're enjoying each other. How good you're making me feel." I whispered into her ear, her little shiver driving me to bite softly into her earlobe, making her gasp.     My cock throbbed in answer to her soft moans when she finally allowed herself to look in the mirror.     "Your skin is flushed down to your collarbones," I let my hands trace them before lowering them to cup her breasts. "Your nipples are begging me to stimulate them," My thumbs flicked against the sensitive nubs and I nearly moaned myself when she gasped.     I continued down to her stomach, where I let my hands rest, palms flat against her. My eyes caught hers in the reflection and the corner of my mouth lifted up when I saw the anticipation. 

"What is it sweetie? Do you want me to continue?" Her walls clenched around me and I suppressed a groan, but she had seen the shift in my expression. She repeated it, this time a little more intentional and I breathed heavily into her ear. "You want it that much? I will need a verbal response then kitten."     My fingers went down to her clit, but I wouldn't touch it unless I heard her answer. I sure as hell would see to it we both had a good time. 

"S-Sylus, I- " she stuttered and it was clear she was being too proud and stubborn for her own good, but we both knew I would stop unless she'd answer me.     "Y-yes, I want you." She finally relented, pushing back against me and clenching around my cock again.    "Hmm, good girl." I kept one arm around her waist while the other finally arrived at the place she most wanted it. I used my fingers to rub her as I began thrusting into her. 

Neither of us were particularly loud, but the soft sighs and high pitched sounds leaving her lips were more than enough to guide me in making her feel good.     I kept an eye on her flushed face in the mirror and grabbed her chin when I noticed she wasn't paying attention.     "Pay attention kitten, can you see my flushed cheeks? That's all because of you, hng." I grunted when a particular thrust made her clench around me like a vice. 

My cheeks were indeed flustered and I didn't care. It took effort to keep us both standing and fuck her deep and slow like I was doing now, so it wasn't strange my cheeks and ears were flushed.     Besides, she's my girl. My kitten and I loved everything about her. As the leader of Onychinus I've mastered my expressions and bodily reactions, but whenever I'm with her, there's no need to hide whenever she makes me flustered.     She's the only one I can trust enough to let my guard down. Every little breath she took, every sound -even the smallest little gasp- that left her lips when I had her in my arms like this turned me on like nothing else ever would. 

Her cheeks flushed even more and I could tell that while she was still a bit embarrassed, she was also pleased with the power she had over me.     "Now, would you like me to take you hard or shall I resume making love to you slow and deep like this?" I made sure to thrust into her to accentuate the words slow and deep, grunting them into her ear which earned me one of her delicious moans.     "Ah! Sylus, please, take me harder." She wasn't quiet in her plea and it told me everything I needed to know. She wanted me and she wanted it hard. 

I didn't answer her, but I bend her forward until her forearms and hands were pushed against the mirror in front of us.     I waited until I met her gaze in the reflection and then started to drive into her from behind fast and hard, just like she wanted.     We both moaned loudly, her walls sucking me in like I belonged there and the slick warmth was enough to drive me crazy with lust.     I bit into her neck just hard enough for her to feel it and she cried out in pleasure, trying to grab onto me with one of her hands. I quickly took it and put it back on the mirror, my own hand trapping it there as I kept fucking her. 

"Ah-ah kitten. I'm in control now." I nipped her ear before going back to her neck and kissing all the marks I had already left there. "Now, let me hear you scream."    My other hand found her clit again and I rubbed it just the way I knew she liked it. The effect was nearly instant; her legs trembled as her breathing picked up.     "Oh Sylus, yes! Don't stop!" Her moans were like music to my ears and I groaned deeply as my thrusts became a bit more erratic, my climax approaching fast.

I could feel her orgasm crash over her and there it was; the sound I craved to hear the most whenever we made love.    A high pitched sound left her lips, drawn out as her orgasm washed all coherent thoughts from her mind. I reveled in it as I followed her over the edge, burying myself into her warmth and spilling my seed into her. 

My kitten had actually mewled. 

It took awhile before she stopped trembling and I made use of that time to catch my breath. I nuzzled into her neck and placed a small kiss on the skin there.     Eventually I pulled out of her slowly, loving the way she shuddered at the empty feeling it left her with.     "We should take a shower sweetie." I softly told her, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to walk herself. My arms had moved around her waist again to hold her up even when she was leaning heavily against the fogged up glass of the mirror. 

"No shower," she whined, "I want to cuddle with you in bed."    I let out a sigh. A shower would've been much more sanitary, but how could I say no to my precious kitten?     "Let me carry you to the bathroom first to at least clean the both of us up for a bit. I promise we don't have to shower and we'll be done quickly enough." I added that last part when I could already see how she wanted to protest.     Cute. "I hate it when you're right." She mumbled as she let me lift her up into my arms. I smiled at her words. "We both know that's a lie, kitten."     She hmphed, but wrapped her arms around my neck tightly and didn't say anything else.

Once I made sure we were both cleaned up and gave her some privacy to make use of the toilet, I took her into my arms again and carried her over to the bed, putting her down on it before joining her.     She clung to me like a sleepy kitten, making me chuckle.  "My my, you truly are like a cat." I teased, which earned me a pinch to my side.     "And you're really like a crow." She said, but we both knew that was a lame response. I chuckled. "I was only teasing sweetie. How are you feeling? Do you finally believe me when I say I only accept you by my side?" 

Her cheeks turned bright red and she averted her eyes for a moment. I could see her mind processing my words.     Then she looked me into my eyes with the same fierceness that had attracted me to her in the first place. "You made your point quite clear."    I chuckled. "Good. Never doubt yourself kitten."  I pulled her in for a kiss, my lips staying still on hers for a few moments before she parted them, our tongues meeting as the kiss deepened.     Her soft lips and expert tongue made me never want to stop kissing her. Sadly oxygen would eventually be needed.    We broke apart, but it didn't deter me to keep leaving soft kisses on her lips, cheeks and forehead. She giggled and it was yet another sound of hers that had an effect on me.

She was the whole reason I had softened up significantly ever since our paths crossed. Thankfully none of my enemies knew that and I wasn't planning on letting them -or anyone else for that matter- ever find out. 

After a final lingering kiss on her lips I breathed a sigh. "Let's get some sleep now."     She nodded and cuddled into me, laying her head on my chest. "I love you Sylus." It wasn't the first time we've exchanged those words, but I had to admit every time I heard her say it, something warm flooded my heart.     "Thank you for loving me too." She placed a kiss on my chest and I felt her breathing grow steady as sleep was finally catching up on her.     I had my arms around her, one hand on her head as my fingers carded through her hair soothingly. 

I made sure she was just barely awake before placing a kiss on the top of her head and whispering into her ear. "Ditto."

[goodluckclove]

"literary junk food" reminder?

mm FUCK YOU'RE RIGHT.

Okay so like. I'm calmer now. I woke up, made a green tea, and had my daily Weekend Wife Look (That's when I look at my wife while they're still sleeping and think about how much I like my wife). But yes, I saw something on the internet that upset me yesterday and for some reason I've decided I need to talk about it.

Under the read more, though. I got. Rambly.

First off I should clarify a few things, as this is something I can see a certain type of person using as a way to dub me "anti-intellectual". I am not an anti-intellectual. I consider myself decently intelligent and above the norm in terms of the amount and variety of literature I've read. I won't call myself well-read because that's another label I do think is mostly bullshit. But I've read a lot of the "Smart Person" authors like Kafka and Vonnegut and Camus and Calvino. I tried reading James Joyce's Ulysses like three times and it sounds like something I'd love, but for some reason I can never get past the first 60 pages. I can enjoy shit like Naked Lunch and The Sound and the Fury fine but Joyce consistently exhausts me with his particular brand of Irish Incoherence.

What I mean to say is that I regularly enjoy the type of books - and culture as a whole, really - that on several occasions forced me into conversation with A Certain Type of Person. The kind of person who treats their tastes in art as a moral virtue. Who thinks the failings of society are at least partially due to the fact that not enough people have read and appreciated "The Classics". I actually was pushed towards dropping out of college by an interaction I had with a guy who was in the Master's program I was working towards. He saw I was reading J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey (I like it! I wish Salinger wrote more women) and took it as an opportunity to start raving about his opinions on Catcher in the Rye, a completely separate book I did not bring up at all.

People who do this make me unreasonably angry.

So the thing I saw was using "literary junk food" to talk about people who only read Young Adult fiction. I have so many issues with this that I don't know where to start. Because it plays into a bigger issue, I think. I see people on Youtube talk about the BookTok influencers who say they only read the dialogue in their books, or who complain about how a book has "so much text". They scoff at these people. Laugh at their inability to properly appreciate literature. These people are the problem.

And like. No? No. No, they're not. Some of them might be a reflection of a problem, sure. If a person of a certain age genuinely struggles with a dense book of a certain length, or if they only read books far below their age level, that could be an issue. But it's 100% not an issue with the reader. Much like how in the rising rates of younger people who struggle with fundamental reading skills, we shouldn't blame or make fun of the fucking kids, you weirdos. What? What are you doing? That's so weird. Stop it.

Most people aren't born with an innate love of reading. There are so many factors that can make developing that kind of passion incredibly difficult. Maybe they didn't grow up in a house with books and they weren't read to as kids. Maybe they're dyslexic or something and the fonts of most paperbacks are legitimately difficult to read. Maybe they were never exposed to the kinds of genres and authors they'd really enjoy. Maybe they saw some stupid fucking argument on the internet (Audiobooks aren't real reading! YA and comics aren't real reading! Mmm paperbacks are soo much better than e-readers I just want to shove them in my mouth yummy yummy I am so cool and smart) and decided they'd rather stay away from all of that entirely.

"Oh," the strawman I invent for this hypothetical exclaims, "but the internet exists! You can just look up more appropriate books to read! There's no excuse!"

Hey, Scarecrow I Reanimated Through the Dark Magic of my Rage? Do me a favor and try what you just suggested. I Googled "books for people moving past YA" and found a few lists on the subject, and the books were mainly:

modern novels I haven't read and might be fine

way-old classics that seem thrown in so people would think there was "variety"

some wack shit i'm very confused why people would suggest to those branching out from YA (Dune? The Martian? That's crazy, right? That's crazy to me.)

I was overwhelmed. I imagine if someone was only exposed to YA and saw a bunch of lists like these they'd could easily be discouraged. That is, if they weren't already discouraged by the dipshits online implying they're wronging themselves by enjoying the books they enjoy.

The thing that pisses me off is that Those People who say that aren't entirely incorrect. If someone only consumes one type of art, they are denying themselves a bunch of styles and stories and perspectives that might profoundly change the way they look at the world and at themselves. This applies to the person who only reads dystopian trilogies and romantasy epics, and it also applies to the person who only reads fucking Tolstoy or whatever. It applies to me, as a majority of the fiction I read up until like five years ago was written by men during like the 40s-90's (I don't know why but that ended up being my Era of Choice).

Variety in art is cool and good. If someone feels like they don't have the option to explore different stories, that belief is the issue. The person is not the one at fault, even if their reasoning for not branching out is incorrect. Yes, there are more adult-orientated writers who aren't old white straight men. There are adult-orientated writers that might be more engaging then the ones from the 19th and early 20th century. Not every adult-orientated book is Ripe With Ideas and Philosophical Concepts. There are fiction books written for adults in mind that make their prose as accessible as their dialogue. There are nonfiction books, even, that are written by intelligent authorities with a genuine love for their subject that makes their writing super enjoyable to read and not at all like a textbook.

But also it's not a bad thing if your main genre is young adult fiction. My main genre is probably post-modernism. The only difference between us is that post-modernism sounds esoteric enough that a lot of people won't question it, where as a ton of people feel super comfortable assuming a YA book is lesser. These are usually the same people who assume young adults are inherently unable to grasp complex ideas.

I don't read a ton of YA. At the same time, I will never go as far as to claim the entire genre has nothing to offer adults, because that's an absolutely insane take. That's nonsense. I've read fucking picture books as an adult that touched my heart (Has anyone read The Dot by Peter H. Reynolds? Oh god I teared up.). Cynthia Voigt's book Homecoming was an early step in me realizing my mom was abusive. I'm pretty sure Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events played a huge part in my want to become a writer.

"But you moved on," the Scarecrow breathes, voice weakening as the dark magic seeps out from the thin veil of hay and burlap, "adults are supposed to move on and read Grown-Up books."

Yeah man, maybe. There's a lot of shit that adults should be able to do, and people are so satisfied with those milestones of Adult Development that they sometimes forget that age is not the only factor in those things happening. If other reading options aren't presented in a way that seems welcoming and engaging, what are they supposed to do? Just walk to a library and grab the most boring looking book because that might be their only frame of reference for a "grown-up" book? Slog through it like they're in high school again? All to feel worthy in the eyes of someone who publicly condescends what might be the only type of literature they've enjoyed and connected to so far?

Why? Why would they want do that?

Anyways I'm getting hungry and the scarecrow I enchanted has lost its sentience, so I'll cut it short. There are a lot of intellectual pursuits - brilliant artists in a variety of mediums - that I am consistently bummed out that people feel like they can't get into. But I also understand, because a lot of people who like Adult Books or Abstract Art or Improvisational Jazz or Experimental Theater tend to not like the art itself as much as they really enjoy being perceived as a person who likes those kinds of things. And ultimately that's - fine.

That's a fine way to live, Scarecrow Corpse. You're allowed to base a majority of your identity out of truly understanding Infinite Jest or Koyaanisqatsi or Derek Jarman's Blue. But like don't expect that to change or improve the lack of culture you claim to hate so much.

[adorerinn]

Hi Rin! Can I request a matchup please! 🤍 I'll go by the emoji: 🍈 (honeydew!)

Pronouns, paired with guy or girl- she/her, paired with a man!

Traits in a partner- mature , responsible, independent, hard-working, loving, caring, and kind with a soft and funny side! >_< Someone with good communication!

Description of self- I'm sociable, outgoing, and can be loud 🤪 I like to laugh a lot! But most times I'm very down-to-earth, honest, self-sufficient, empathetic, nurturing, and resilient! I'm always looking for ways to improve myself, understand myself and others, and help anyone I can <3 I'm also a great communicator ^~^

Interests- Sports! I play tennis, pickleball, and basketball, alongside going to the gym regularly! I've also been watching every US and Japan Olympic volleyball game! I love arts and crafts- decorating photos, customizing picture frames, making keychains, and DIYing party favors!

Love languages- Words of affirmation for both giving and receiving! Quality time is a strong second!

Dream date- I'd like to do something active first like, play pickleball or go to the arcade! Then we could get some food to replenish! ᕙ⁠(⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ Afterwards, we'd take a walk around a park to digest while we continue talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level <3

Some fun extras 🤭-

I'm the life of the party! Definitely got some Bokuto energy radiating off of me~

I'm psychic! Obscure things I think of often happen soon afterwards! 🔮

I'm really good at claw machines!!! A good amount of my winnings only take a couple of tries :3

I really like watching movies!! White Chicks is my favorite hehehe ^-^

I'm a fan of Bachelor Nation hehehe 🤭

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! >.< I recently came across your blog and I've been really enjoying your writings! Keep up the great work, Rin! 🥹🤍

I match you with Daichi Sawamura!

✧ Daichi is the man for you he is superr responsible! (I mean he basically took care of a whole team)

✧ he is also independent and works very hard and tries hard to earn the things he wants

✧ he is super duper kind and caring with you and acts like you're the most fragile thing and treats you with so much love and care in the world

✧ probably has that stupid dad humor but is probably actually funny (you know what I mean?)

✧ he will always communicate if there's something he doesn't like or if he notices something off with you he will always be there and try to figure how to work things out

✧ loves your sociable and outgoing personality. he just likes it when people can be the life of the party

✧ admires how you're always trying to improve and thinks it's the best thing you could do

✧ also admires how you're willing to help people out if they're ever struggling he just thinks it's super kind of you since not many people will go out of their way to do that

✧ would enjoy playing pickleball with you (I feel like if he didn't play volleyball he would play pickleball I JUST KNOW IT) would probably let you win a couple times too

✧ probably also goes to the gym with you. he just likes being able to spend time with you it doesn't matter what you guys are doing

✧ would watch volleyball games with you whenever you wanna watch them (he probably yells at the TV he just seems like that type of guy)

✧ plays pickleball with you for as long as you want and won't stop until you get tired

✧ would take you to one of the nicest parks he found and you both would stroll there for a good few hours while just talking about who knows what

✧ HATES how good you are at claw machines (he always loses at them)

✧ enjoys watching white chicks with you. he just thinks it's the funniest thing ever

✧ overall I think you and Daichi would be the perfect match for each other and would get along very greatly!

hi anon!! I hope you enjoyed your request I had so much fun writing this one. feel free to request again!

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Eight

Month Later

I was getting ready to go into the city with Glenn, except this time we would be taking a group with us. Andrea, Morales, T-Dog, Jacquie, and unfortunately Merle. Daryl had decided to go out on a solo hunt yesterday and was still gone. Glenn had reluctantly agreed to take more people with us to try and get more stuff that the group needed. We were running low on food. Fortunately, we had an unlimited amount of water with the lake. We just needed to make sure we boiled it before using it. “Hey, is it okay if I come in?” Shane asked from outside my tent. “Yeah, I’m just getting my pack ready.” I looked up when he walked in. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about Merle," he said. I stood up from my cot and swung my pack onto my back. "I'll keep an eye on him. I have my cuffs, so if I need to handcuff him somewhere until we're done, I will," I chuckled. He huffed out a laugh and nodded his head. "He needs to pull his weight around here since he didn't go out hunting with Daryl. He seems like he wants to be in charge, and the rest of the group won't be able to handle him if he decides to try and take over."

I completely understood what he meant. Merle liked to think he should be in charge of everything. He doesn't like how things are being run. I agreed to help Shane with keeping the group in order. I guess we were kind of the leaders of the group; the people who made the hard decisions. "Don't worry about Merle, I can handle him. I know how he thinks and what his telltale signs are when he's about to do something stupid."

After everyone was ready to go, we headed out. Since there were seven of us going and we didn't want to take a vehicle so we decided we would just walk; we were only a few miles outside of the city. It was still early in the morning, so as long as we got in and out with no problems, we should be back by dinner time. Glenn and I have been doing the run together and we haven't run into any problems, but with five other people with us, and one of those five being Merle Dixon, it might take longer than usual.

We were currently in a department store looking through everything. When the outbreak happened and when the city started to be overtaken by walkers after the military lost control and they bombed the place, people hid in the buildings to get away. Some people took refuge inside them instead of going to the FEMA shelters. So there was a good chance we would find cans of food and other useful things. It didn't hurt to check supply closets for toilet paper and clothes were always needed. It will be getting cold in another month or so.

"You hurt my baby brother when you left. I always told him you never cared about him." I let out a sigh and turned around to look at Merle. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Merle, so shut your trap and do something useful for once. You're in a group and that means you pull your weight or you get kicked out." He scoffed and moved closer to me, reached his hand out, and picked up the badge around my neck. "This ain't gonna save ya now, sugar tits." I wrapped my hand around his and bent it back towards his wrist. "What the fuck did I tell you about touching me?" He forcefully pulled his arm out of my grasp and sneered at me. “Your time is coming,” he said, then he walked away. Before I could put too much thought into what he meant by my time was coming, there were gunshots from outside on the street. We all gathered in the middle of the store before running for the stairs that led up to the roof.

We looked over the edge of the building to see a man on a horse running down the street with a large group of dead stumbling after them. Unfortunately for him, they were cut off by more walkers, and they took the horse down. We watched as the man crawled away from the walkers that tore into the poor animal. The man crawled under the tank that sat in the middle of the street below, and for what felt like hours, we waited. There was no doubt in our minds that he was dead, that was until he popped out of the top hatch, looked around, and then quickly closed it. He was stuck inside a death trap surrounded by a sea of dead.

"What do we do now? The streets are crawling with walkers!" Andrea said. "We help him. He obviously didn't know that the city was overrun," I said. I turned and looked at Glenn. "What do you say? Think we can get him out of there and back here without anyone getting hurt?" I asked. Glenn walked around to the other side of the building, looked down at the alley before coming back over, and looked down at the street clogged with walkers. "Yeah, I think we could do something."

He came up with a plan, telling everyone exactly what he was going to do and what he needed us to do, then he got on the handheld radio we had to keep in contact with the group back at the quarry. He tried all the stations until we heard the voice of a man come through. Glenn talked to him and explained what to do and where to meet him and when he was finished we headed back the stairs, into the store, and to the back where the loading docks were, to the door where maintenance would have come in.

Glenn went over the plan one more time before we walked out the door and took care of the few walkers that were I'm the alley. Then he headed for the stairs on the building across from us. He would take them up to the roof and go down the other side to an alley that was blocked off from walkers, and that would be where he'd meet the guy. We could only hope that this guy made it and Glenn would bring him back here safe.

[dragongodryss]

Memories of the past, Joys of the present and Dreams of the future

There wasn't much Gajeel missed about the days before he had joined Fairy Tail. In fact, it was only one thing. Skateboarding. He had been pretty damn good at it too, before he had developed motion sickness.

He wondered if the twins would grow up to enjoy it as much as he had, or if they would like different things entirely. The had only been born about six months ago, but he loved them with all his heart, and it sucked that he couldn't share this with them.

"What wrong Gajeel? Are twins okay? Are you okay?" Levy asked gently.

"Yeah. Just thinking."

"Don't hurt yourself." She joked before getting serious "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really. There's not much I can do about it anyway." He had more important things to worry about, like taking care of his kids, or his upcoming wedding. Or even the fact that he and Levy didn't really have time to do anything together anymore. When one went on a job, the other stayed home with the kids. His guildmates helped out sometimes, sure, but he could probably count the amount of people he fully trusted to take care of two babies on his hands. Bisca and Alzack. Maybe Mira or Freed. Maybe. No, Mirajane wasn't a good influence. Lisanna? He didn't really know her, but she seemed sensible. Lucy helped sometimes, but she didn't have much experience with babies and she had her own life. Rogue was the third best choice, after Bisca and Alzack, the fact that his frog was still alive was a testament to that. He had watched his niece and nephew on a couple of occasions, but he was helping Sting with Sabertooth.

On his way back from a job with Jet, Droy and Lily, he noticed a skate park. Several people were skateboarding there, having the time of their lives. Blasted motion sickness. That was also why they were walking.

He didn't know why the grief over not being to go skateboarding anymore was hitting him now. Was it because he would never be able to share the joy with the twins? He tried to conceal it from Levy. They both had bigger things to worry about. Or so he had thought.

It took Levy two weeks to drag Rogue into it. Gajeel, half asleep on a Sunday morning, could hear them through the floor.

"He won't tell me what's wrong, and Lily has no idea either. Whatever it is is clearly bugging him and it's not going away. Please just try." Levy was clearly at her wits' end. Gajeel hadn't wanted to worry her. He got up and got dressed. He needed to come clean.

"Alright, but if he hasn't told you or Lily, he probably won't tell me either." Rogue agreed.

"Fro thinks so too!"

Gajeel came downstairs.

"Morning." He said, not sure where to start.

"You heard us didn't you?" Lily stated more than asked.

"Yeah. Didn't wanna worry you. It's not a big deal. But I guess it's too late for that."

"What happened?" Levy asked.

"It's stupid. I used to really like skateboarding, but then my motion sickness, well, happened, and I couldn't do it anymore. Then a couple of weeks ago, I realized I'd never be able to teach the twins how to skate, even if they were interested."

"That's not stupid. I remember you doing it all the time. Of course you'd be upset about it." Rogue said.

Levy thought for a moment.

"Say, Gajeel? Did Wendy ever use Troia on you?" Levy asked.

"Nah, what's the point? It'll stop working anyway."

"Yeah, if you overuse it. Using it once or twice a year probably isn't going to do that. Or if you want to be sure you get to skate with the twins, once every two years. But I think once a year would probably be fine." Levy explained. "So you don't forget. You could even teach us, as practice."

Gajeel froze. Was she suggesting what he thought she was?

"Sounds fun. All we need are some skateboards. You and Frosch coming too, Rogue?" Lily asked.

"If you'll have us." Rogue smiled.

"Fro thinks so too."

"You mean now?" Gajeel asked.

"No, we need to find someone to watch the twins and rent some skateboards. And ask Wendy to cast the spell on you two." Levy reminded him. "Next week. Should we go rent the boards on Saturday?"

-

"Hey, little blue! You got a minute?" Gajeel asked a couple of days later.

"Yes Gajeel? What's up?"

"Me, Lev, Rogue and the cats are going skateboarding on Sunday. Could you cast Troia on us and do you want to join us?" He asked.

"I'd love to come, but I don't think that spell will work on me. I can definitely cast it on you two though." Wendy said, a little sad.

"My bad, kid. Wanna go get ice-cream with us afterwards?" Gajeel frantically tried to cheer her up.

"Yep. See you on Sunday!" It had worked. Gajeel doubted he would have any trouble convincing the rest to get ice-cream.

Meanwhile, Levy had convinced Alzack and Bisca to watch the twins for the afternoon, so that was taken care of.

-

The group looked around the shop for skateboards, in the for hire section.

"No, Rogue. That skateboard is too small. No, Rogue, I don't care if it has frogs on it, you're going to get hurt." Gajeel insisted. "And before you ask, it's far too big for Frosch."

There was a clatter as the exceed in question launched herself into a stack of skateboards while riding a penny-board.

"Frosch, are you alright?" Rogue dashed over to rescue her.

"No testing the boards inside the shop!" The salesman scolded.

"Don't you think she's learned her lesson? Hasn't she suffered enough?" Rogue asked, clutching Frosch to his chest. Gajeel walked over to make sure Rogue didn't get them kicked out or arrested. But since the exceed was safe in his arms, Gajeel doubted it would come to that.

"Fro thinks Fro's going to fly."

Babysitting was hard. At least Levy and Lily had found boards that wouldn't cause them to fall flat on their faces. The idiot he was trying to wrangle, however, was still wistfully looking at the frog board.

"For the last time, Rogue-"

"Wait, hear me out! I can use my magic if I fall off, so it's fine." Rogue suggested.

"You'll be doing that anyway. Come on, there are loads of cool boards."

"Listen to Gajeel, Rogue, he knows what he's doing. Look, that one has a tiger on it!" Levy thankfully jumped in. It was nice that Rogue finally got to act like a kid, he'd definitely earned it, but when it was putting him in harms way, it got exhausting quickly.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool too. What do you think, Frosch?" Rogue agreed. Luckily, that board was the right size. He wasn't sure what he would have done if it wasn't.

"Fro likes it. It's pink and green, like Fro!"

-

It had been agreed that Rogue and Frosch would spend the night over at Gajeel and Levy's so they wouldn't have to travel all the way from Gazania. It was honestly impressive how much more responsible Rogue became the second he was around the twins, or literally anyone less responsible than him.

Right now, Gajeel was holding his children while Rogue cooked and Lily set the table. Levy was reading a fairy tale aloud to Frosch and the twins.

"Rogue, you'd better not be making fire in there! It'll take Salamander fifteen minutes to get here, even if he picks up his damn lacrima." Gajeel said when he smelled a faint burning smell. He didn't need to shout, Rogue wasn't deaf.

"It's fine, it's under control. And Natsu and Sting owe me 5'000 jewel now." Rogue said smugly from the kitchen.

"Why, did you bet on who could set my kitchen on fire first?" Gajeel asked.

"No, Sting and Natsu bet on who could set water on fire first, and before you ask, no, I don't know why, and I said I would because I'm sick and tired of having to turn off the fire alarm. He set everything except the water on fire."

"You set water on fire! How?"

"It's really easy, do you want to see?"

"No! Not in my house."

Levy had stopped reading, giving Gajeel a concerned look.

"No, it's fine. He's not going to set our house on fire." Gajeel reassured her.

Dinner was served soon after, surprisingly unburnt. It was spaghetti and meatballs. And chocolate cake.

"Okay, but how did you set the water on fire?" Levy finally asked.

"Oh, there was oil in the pasta water, so I set that on fire. Then I put the lid on it to put it out." Rogue explained. Gajeel couldn't say he hadn't done stupider things with less care. At least Rogue understood how to put out an oil fire.

"It was a good idea, but could you not do that in our house in the future?" Levy requested.

"Yeah, sorry. I really should have asked first." "Fro thinks so too."

Rogue looked even guiltier than before, and Gajeel knew he wouldn't do it again.

"It was a pretty neat trick. I'll take the twins to Saber and you can show them there." Gajeel suggested.

"Do you want them to turn out like Natsu?" Lily asked.

"Do they owe you 5'000 jewel each or together?" Gajeel changed the subject.

"Each. They really didn't think I could do it."

"Wow. You should take bets from them more often." Gajeel said. Levy shot him a warning glare, which probably meant he was being a bad influence. Scratch that, he definitely was.

"Guess it pays to be the smartest idiot in the room." Rogue joked.

"Don't do anything stupid. Your reputation as the smartest Dragonslayer is in danger." Lily warned him. "Wendy'll come for your title, and if you keep listening to Natsu and Sting, so will Gajeel."

"Terrifying. I'll be careful." Rogue promised.

-

It was finally the day. Gajeel hadn't realized how excited he had been until the time had come. Wendy had cast her spell on them and everyone was ready to go.

"Helmets, everyone." Levy reminded them. Rogue was already wearing his, so the comment was directed at him and Lily, who was in his combat form.

"Fro doesn't need a helmet." Frosch proclaimed. Gajeel knew it was because she had opted out of actually skateboarding, but there also wasn't much brain to damage. The same could be said of him though, so he shut up about it.

As soon as his helmet was on, Gajeel sped off. He didn't know the names of most of the moves he did, since he'd rarely spoken to anyone about skating. But he jumped all of the ramps just fine. He had missed this so much, and now he could do it again. Out of practice, he fumbled the landing, landing on his hands and knees.

"Are you alright?"

"Yep. Happens to the best of us. What's important is to get right back up."

The first hour was fairly slow, with the other three trying to get comfortable with the boards. Rogue and Levy picked it up surprisingly quick, at least on flat ground. Lily struggled a bit, but Gajeel himself hadn't become an expert overnight. He taught them how to do an Ollie next, in part because it was fairly simple, but mostly because it was the only move he could name.

Levy took a while to position her feet correctly and decided to take a break to properly observe the difference between what Gajeel was doing and what the others were doing after falling down half a dozen times.

Rogue fell into his shadow the first few times, but perhaps as a result of that safety net, he was braver about it than he would have been otherwise. He was the first to master it among Gajeel's students. Once Rogue had succeeded, Levy decided she had observed enough and tried again. She had improved considerably, and Gajeel was once again impressed by how far taking a step back and watching had gotten her.

Lily, despite being otherwise physically capable, seemed to have some trouble grasping it. Remembering how Rogue had used his shadow, Gajeel led him to the lawn.

"Try practicing here. The board won't slip so much and the landing will be softer." He suggested. After a few more tries, during which Rogue and Levy practiced turning, Lily had managed to do an Ollie. It wasn't the most magnificent one Gajeel had ever seen, but it was an Ollie.

"Do you want to try on the concrete again?" Gajeel asked. Lily grinned.

"Of course." He fell a few more times, but he was succeeding more and more often. Gajeel patted him on the shoulder, concratulating him on his improvement.

He left Lily to practice a bit longer to check on the other two. Rogue had figured out how to spin mid-air, though he fumbles the landing and fell into his shadow, while Levy was doing laps around the park. and Frosch flew back and forth between them. He waved her over and walked over to Rogue. Levy drove over and tried to stop, but she miscalculated and crashed into Gajeel, who caught her. F

"Sorry!" She squeaked. Gajeel chuckled.

"Nah, don't worry. You're doing great. You both are." He praised them, and both grinned. "If you want to try some of the ramps, I think you can pull it off. Just be careful."

Rogue and Frosch sped off to try out the ramps, while Levy went with him to check on Lily.

"Lily and I can race each other around the park, if you want to do some ramps." Levy suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you're the one that wanted to skate, it would be a shame if you didn't." Levy insisted, Lily nodding in agreement.

Gajeel smiled and took off, joining Rogue on the half pipe.

"Hey punk! Watch this!" He bragged, speeding up the pipe. He made it to the top and flipped over, flying through the air. The familiar rush of feeling the wind in his hair and nothing but the board under his feet washer over him. He landed at the top of the opposite side and skated down, coming to a stop.

"Wow! That's awesome!" Rogue cheered, while Frosch flew in circles around both of them.

"Gajeel flew like Fro! Like Fro!" The exceed laughed.

"Can I try?"

"Normally, I'd say no, but with your magic, the worst that could happen is that you'd look stupid."

Rogue smiled at that and skated to the top of the half-pipe, standing at the top. That was how Gajeel had started off too. He drove down at full speed and came up on the other side, flying straight into the air and straight back down onto the pipe before rolling back to the side where he started and rolling down again, stumbling to a halt at the bottom, without the help of his magic, Gajeel noted.

"Nailed it." Rogue said flatly.

"Good job. Not what you were aiming for, but it's still a solid trick."

"Fro thinks so too!"

Gajeel went to the other ramps to practice, leaving Rogue to practice his flips. He cleared the obstacle courses a few times before turning to watch Lily and Levy race. Lily was a little clumsy in his driving, but was maintaining decent speed, to Gajeel's pride. Levy, meanwhile, was matching him elegantly. A small rock, maybe the size of Gajeel's fist was in her way, but instead of swerving to avoid it, she jumped over it. He smiled as he heard her laugh aloud and sped off to join them. Lily fell back as he approached, granting them some time alone.

"Nice jump, shrimp! Hard to believe it's your first time."

"Thanks. It's hard to believe I'm finally skating." Levy admitted.

"Huh? You've thought about skating before?"

"Yeah. I've always wanted to learn, but there was something else that came first every time. It's more fun than I expected, you know." Levy's smile could have blinded Gajeel then and there.

"Glad to hear it. Do you want to try on of the obstacle courses with me?"

"Sure do!"

Gajeel led her to the simplest one, two bars, followed by a rise and then a small ramp with a stream the size of his forearm between it and the landing space. The whole park was much fancier that the one in Oak Town had been.

Gajeel did a double Ollie over the bars and casually drove over the rise, winking at Levy as he passed her. Then, to show off a bit, he did a flip over the ramp, which easily cleared the stream.

"How was that, Lev? You think you can do the course?" Gajeel asked. Levy grinned confidently.

"Watch me."

She cleared the bars, a little awkwardly, Gajeel admitted, but she stuck both landings. Then she turned her skateboard around to face him before going over the rise, where she winked at him. Turning to look ahead, she faced the ramp, flying into the air before hitting the ground and skidding to a halt. She almost fell over, but kept her balance and gave him a thumbs up, which he returned. When he placed his foot on the board, a now familiar wave of motion sickness washed over him. He picked the board up and walked over to Levy instead.

"Did the spell wear off?" She asked.

"Yeah. Guess it's time to get little blue the ice-cream I promised her." Gajeel confirmed.

-

They entered the cafe Wendy had chosen about an hour later, after dropping the skateboards off at Gajeel and Levy's house.

"Thanks kid. Today was great." Gajeel told Wendy. He looked at everyone. "I'm paying, buy whatever you want."

Lily was thrilled to learn that the shop had kiwi ice-cream as a temporary addition to the menu, and Wendy admitted that that was what made her choose the shop over the other one she was considering. Levy, out of curiosity, had a scoop of kiwi ice-cream and a scoop of vanilla. Gajeel mixed chocolate and raspberry. Frosch chose one scoop of bubblegum. Wendy had white chocolate, strawberry and bubblegum, which Gajeel doubted would mix well. Rogue chose white chocolate and mint-chocolate chip.

"Natsu set Lucy's house on fire today." Wendy told them mid meal.

"Really? What happened?" Levy asked. Gajeel and Rogue exchanged looks.

"Apparently, he was trying to burn water. Happy banned him from trying it at his house." Wendy seemed thoroughly confused. Levy looked at Rogue, who cleared his throat.

"Tell him Sting and I are inviting him to dinner in two days. Tell him to bring 5'000 jewel." He asked her.

"Sure, but why?"

"You'll see. Can the squirt and I come too?" Gajeel asked. Rogue agreed.

"Tell me how it goes." Levy asked.

"Don't you want to come too?" Rogue invited her.

"Nah. I'm going to stay with the twins."

"Lily?"

"I'm good. Maybe Levy and I can finally finish that rom-com we were watching."

-

"Hello, welcome to our house!" Lector greeted Gajeel, Salamander and Wendy.

"Rogue! They're here!" Sting called out excitedly, rushing to the door. "Natsu, did you do it yet? The water thing."

"...No." Salamander admitted reluctantly.

"Me neither. Don't think Rogue has either. Don't think he really tried."

"I'll figure it out first!" Salamander declared. Gajeel suppressed a grin. Once he and Sting had gone off to see Rogue, Gajeel turned to Wendy.

"Did he bring the 5'000 jewel?"

"I made sure. But why?"

"He's about to lose a bet. Surprised he didn't guess."

The six of them sat at the kitchen table while Rogue brought the food. Gajeel noted the soot stains that marked the area around the stove. It was spaghetti again.

Rogue brought the pasta water over, earning him some questioning looks from everyone except Gajeel and Frosch. He pulled out a lighter and turned it on, trailing it over the oily water. It caught fire instantly, burning brightly. Salamander, Sting, Wendy and Lector gasped.

"5'000 jewel please, gentlemen." Rogue requested as Salamander ate the fire. Salamander looked upset at losing the bet, but Sting stared at Rogue in awestruck shock. Gajeel hoped he didn't look like that whenever Levy said something smart. Sting went over to grab his wallet to hand Rogue his winnings, and Gajeel nudged Salamander to do the same. At Rogue's insistence, they washed their hands afterwards before tucking in.

This was lining up to be one of the best weeks ever.

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The Lioness and her Serpent lover: A forbidden love story (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Concealed emotions p2

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5

word count:2.4k

Within Hogwarts many secretes and mysteries were held some solved and discovered. The castle may hold many secretes but within those wall were student holding their very own secrets. Y/N potter being one of them holding a secret that would shock not only her brother and friends but the whole school it self. What is that secret you may ask well. She was dating non-other the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy

As me and draco made our way towards the class I noticed other students heading that way as well but as they were walking past I heard a conversation about Sirius black. They must have talked about it after we left.

As we made it to the door of the class room I noticed Harry and the other waiting by the door. The classroom was clearly open but I guess he was waiting for me. As soon as he noticed me he made his way to try and talk to me 

Harry: I am so sorry you felt neglected for the past three years y/n i really had no idea i also wanna apologise for making everything about myself and never thinking of you 

I looked at him surprised that he apologised so fast. I thought he would have sulked or felt too proud to apologise but maybe I was wrong. I decided to give him a hug to show him i forgave him

Y/N: thank you for apologising harry that really mean a lot to me 

Harry then looked at me happily and excited 

Harry: does that mean we can go back to normal again 

Y/N: yes harry we can 

I was excited to go back to normal until he had to say something so stupid that i was lost for words 

Harry: does that mean you'll stop being friends with draco cause ill-

I cut him off immediately 

Y/N: Are you seriously asking me that question right now? NO i won't stop being friends with him he has literally done so much for me and to just drop him like that is so unthinkable. You asking me this is so unthinkable 

Harry: B-but I thought you were only friends with him because you needed attention. I'm trying to say that I'll pay better attention to you so your really don’t need him. 

I scoffed i cant believe that he somehow turned my problems back on to him how typical of the chosen one 

Y/N: I didn't become friends with him because of that. I became friends with him because he was a genuinely kind and caring person. I'm friends with him because he knows how to trat me as a human being. I'm friends with him because he is genuine unlike you who only come to spend time with me if you need something or if i'm being nice to draco

I took a long deep breathe before continuing 

Y/N: you know what harry i take back what i said i don't forgive and i don't think i will for a while not until you understand that i'm friends with draco cause i want to and not cause i needed attention or to get back at you 

I grab draco hand and head into class

Y/N: let go draco i don't wanna hear anything else he has to say 

Just as we entered the class had began and we decided to stay at the back with the slytherins they looked  at me and draco confused as to why we were together

Pansey: what are you doing here potter shouldn’t you be with , the mudblood, the povo and your ugly twin brother 

I was about to lunge at her when draco grab my shoulders i looked at him and was about to ask why he stopped me but then he answered 

Draco: PANSEY!! Shut up and don't say shit like that again especially around her

Pansey: B-but draco why do you even care huh, we say stuff like this all that time

Draco: Cause shes my friends and she'll be hanging out with us for awhile soi if i hear that shit again you’ll be sorry 

She looked shocked but agreed. She’s always had a crush on draco but he was never interested in her not once at one point i was jealous at the amount of time she’d tried to touch him but lucky me he always pushed her off and he always reassured me that there was never anything there and it was all one sided 

After that interaction we look towards the front the the class to listen to Professor lupin he was the new defence against the dark arts teacher and honestly i've only heard good things about him, every year level love him and how he taught the class it made people actually pay attention 

Professor Lupin: intriguing isn’t it

Everyone stared at the moving cupboard scared at its erratic movements 

Professor Lupin: does anyone want to guess what's inside 

Dean: that a boggart isn’t it 

Professor Lupin: that correct Mr Thomas

The cupboard moved again cousin everyone to jolt due to the loud sounds it kept making 

Professor Lupin: now can anyone tell me what one looks like

Hermione: no one knows sir, boggarts are shapeshifters and take the shape of whatever the person fears most. That what makes them most-

I wondered when did she get her i could have sworn i would have saw her enter the class 

 Professor Lupin: terrifying yes yes yes, luckily there is a charm for that to repel the boggart and let practice it now 

Everyone was about to get there wands but were told to practise the charm without it first 

Professor Lupin: after me, Riddikulus 

Everyone else repeated what he said then the boggart shock again causing everyone to move back a bit

Professor Lupin: again please and a little bit louder 

Everyone: Riddikulus

I think draco knew i was still a bit upset at what harry said so he decided to pop a joke

Draco: This class is Ridiculous

At that i elbowed him in the side

Y/N: Draco shhhh 

He looked at me with a smile knowing he got me to stop thinking about harry for a bit 

The class went on as normal and professor Lupin decided to ask Neville to be the first one to demonstrate how the charm works. 

Which was a hilarious experience to see, when asked what he feared the most he had answered professor snape causing everyone to laugh and Professor to joke about how he frightened all. After that he was told to imagine professor snape in his grandmother's clothes.

Once Neville had done that professor Lupin released the boggart which then turned into professor snape which scared neville, Professor lupin reminded him to think then neville spoke the charm, the next thing we saw was professor snape in neville's grandmother's clothes.

After that Professor Lupin put on some music to lighten the mood a bit more and make the class more fun with everyone lining up to take turns. Some people in the class had normal fears such as spider, clowns but there were a few odd ones such as a duck. Once it was Harry turn everyone was waiting in anticipation thinking it would be voldemort but was mistaken once a dementor appeared 

Lupin then jumped in front of Harry causing the dementor to change into a moon, this puzzled you why would he fear the moon. But soon after class had been dismissed, He then asked everyone to collect their books before leaving.

As you were collecting your textbook with Draco and his group you decided to look back, you saw Harry staring at the cupboard, you wanted to talk to him and tell him not to worry too much but you were still very angry at him.

It was now the weekend and you were excited till you remembered your permission slip hadn’t been signed due to some arguments with uncle vernon. As you were sitting near the exit to the castle look at everyone who had their permissions signed head off, Draco saw you and was confused why you were going with everyone else

Draco: Hey y/n, why aren't you going off with everyone else 

Usually he would use his pet name for you but since you were out in public he probably opted out of using it 

Y/N: Cause i didn’t get my permission slip signed my brother and i kinda had a fight with our uncle so we never got him to sign it 

Draco: oh the sucks, is there anything i can do to help

As he finished his sentence his friends came by to see what was happening 

Crabe: hey draco what are you doing 

Goyale: Yeah what's taking so long 

Before Draco could speak i decided to speak for him

Y/N: Hey you should go dont worry about me ill figure something out 

Draco: are you sure i don’t have to go i can hang out with you in the castle 

You smiled at the kind gesture

Y/N: Draco it’s fine really go have fun 

Draco: okay if you say so ill see you around 

Draco wasn’t usually sweet in public with you but since the word had gone out that you were now friends he decided to act nicer. He’d always express his hate about having to act slightly mean to you but you always told him it was fine.

But ever since people found out you were now “friends” he's been much happier being able to be nice to you in public 

While everyone was at Hogwarts you decided to get some work done in the library. After a while it got pretty boring for you so you decided to take a walk. Somehow your walk caused you to end up at the bridge and there you saw professor Lupin by himself. For some reason he felt familiar to you 

Y/N: hello there professor

Lupin: Ah Miss potter, i just spoke with you brother not a bit ago 

That made you a bit tense hearing his name 

Lupin: I heard you two are having a bit of a tiff

Y/N: More than just a tiff, he thinks just because draco is friends with me that his using me to get to harry

You take a deep breath before speaking again 

Y/N: why doesn’t he just understand that draco really just wants to be my friend, and also that not everything is about him

Lupin laughed which ticked me off 

Lupin: you remind me so much of your mother you know, especially when she would complain about james bugging her, you two are quite alike 

Thinking of my mum made me very happy even though i never met her i always feel her in my heart watching over us

Y/N: did you know her 

Lupin: yes i knew her well she was a prefect just like me and we did patrols together, but you father would never shut up about her either. He was indeed smitten with your mother 

You then imagine what you family would have looked like if they were still alive, causing you to be a bit sad Lupin then decided to go back to talking about harry 

Lupin: Harry is just being protective, look at it this way the boy who has been bullying him and his friends suddenly wants to be friends with his sister. It does sound suspicious 

You quickly defend draco

Y/N: but it's not like that…his not like that,even thought he seems like a jerk at time hes really kind,sweet and caring once you get to know him 

Lupin then looked at me with a knowing smirk 

Lupin: maybe there more to things your not tell me 

Damn this smug Professor

Y/N: well everyone may be coming back soon so i'm gonna head off, thanks for the talk professor 

Lupin: Please call me Remus, but only when there's no one else around i still am your professor   

As you were walking back into the castle you noticed students were already back, so you decided to make your way back to the common room but noticed there were people gathered around the door.

You then see your brother and his friends then ginny running down the stair towards the group 

Ginny: Guy the fat lady is gone 

You were shocked where or what happened to her. YOu then decided to speaking you needed to know what happen 

Y/N: what happened ginny? Wheres the fat lady?

Before she could even answer me percy was already making way to get past the students allowing you to see the fat lady's portrait it was torn like a beast had scratched it 

Dumbledore and filche then came up the stairs to investigate and have a look at the scene, you and everyone else just stood there looking at what had happened.

Dumbledore: filche find the fat lady

Filche: i dont think we need to sir

He then points of a painting right up another set of stairs causing everyone and dumbledore to run over the questions her 

Dumbledore: Who did this to you?

Fat lady: eyes like the devil, here I say, the one everyone has been talking about. Sirius Black

This was a name you were familiar with when you saw his picture on the night bus in a newspaper the man was reading. You didn’t know much about him but only that he was a murderer. Every one was murmuring thing about him you couldn’t quite hear still in shock that a murderer could be on the school grounds. This was the safest place he could have gotten in.

Dumbldore: the rest of you to the great hall

Everyone headed to the great hall most likely staying safe in numbers, you then heard they were locking down the castle which scared you. Nothing like this happened before.

Once you all entered the great hall you were still mad at hair so you decided to sleep near draco as you were walking towards draco harry stopped you grabbing my arm.

Harry: where are you going?

Y/N: i'm going to sleep near draco 

Harry: you can't do that 

Y/N: why not? Hmm

Harry: cause his in slytherin 

Y/N: well watch me 

I then pull my arm out of this grip continuing my way towards draco 

Y/N: hey, is it okay if i sleep here, i'm still kinda mad at my brother 

A few of the Slytherins looked at you weird, some even gave me threatening glares especially pansy who was near her girlfriends you presumed.

Draco gave you a smile without a care if people thought it was weird then tapped a spot next to him. You then set up your sleeping back 

Y/N: thanks Draco

You gave a smile

Draco: no worries, what are friends for right?

At that comment you laughed which caused him to laugh too

Y/N: yeah what are friends for