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sheeple · 4 months

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Miracles don't exist | 33: Heavy silks

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None A/n: I based the wizarding wedding traditions on this Reddit post. ALSO IGNORE THE FACE ON THE DRESS. I DIDN'T SEE IT AT FIRST OKAY🥲 [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Your feet ache and the dress the seamstresses are anxiously fitting on you is heavy. The rich silk which feels soft against your skin. One of the ladies accidentally pricks you with a needle and you flinch. She starts to stutter out apologies as your aunt and Bellatrix hover nearby, glaring at the poor woman.

But you pay them no attention. Rather, you are focused on the Daily Prophet in your hands. There you are- the front page of the Daily Prophet standing behind Pius Thicknesse and next to Delores Umbridge. You look cold and heartless, a serious look on your face. You like what is expected of you by everybody.

Dolores — you're taking delight in calling that miserable toad by her first name since she can't do anything about it — has a satisfied smile on her face.

You don't even want to talk about Yaxley and Runcorn. Creeps.

What, however, saddens you the most is that your true identity was revealed with this arctice. Full name and all underneath the picture taken during the speech.

From left to right: Albert Runcorn, Dolores Umbridge, (Y/n) Riddle, Heir of the Dark Lord, Pius Thicknesse, and Corban Yaxley.

It sickens you that they had to include the fact about who you're a child of.

You feel people look at you and you quickly put away the papers, focusing instead on the others in the room. "I'm sorry?"

"How does the dress feel?", repeats Aunt Cissy her question as she sits on a chase in the corner, her eyes slightly watery.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your hands over the bodice of the dress, you frown. It doesn't really look like a wedding dress you would have wanted to wear. But the Lord himself insisted that the fabrics must be in traditional Slytherin colours. Being prideful of our house and forefathers and whatnot.

"Good", you manage to croak out, not having spoken at all today. There was no need for you to. Every aspect of the wedding is already decided or is being decided by someone else.

Bellatrix raises one eyebrow. "Just good?"

You shake your head. "No. Great. I love it! It's just what I always dreamed of." You give the seamstresses your best and brightest smile. But you know it doesn't reach your eyes.

"May I be excused?", you ask to nobody in particular. You have to get out. Out of the dress. Out of the Mannor. Away.

Once you're released from your dress, you hurry outside. One part of the garden is off-limits to anyone except you and anyone you bring with you. You've heard Death Eaters discuss the place and that they have deemed it an honour to be invited by you to that corner of the garden. Ugh, as if.

When you finally reach it, someone's already seated on the stone bench located in the middle. You round the bench and go sit next to Draco, whose shoulders are sagged.

"How's Theodore?", he asks, not looking at you.

"He's fine. Getting his tux fitted right now."

"How are you?"

Now that is a loaded question. "Fine", you answer curtly, but both of you know that that is not true. You've been far from 'fine'. "Absolutely miserable. But I imagine that I speak for the three of us."

Your cousin looks at you. He is paler than he has ever been. Obviously has he not been eating and sleeping well. You know for a fact that if you didn't have Theo you would be in the same state.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?"

Leaning over, you rest your head against his shoulder. You sniff and swallow the lump in your throat. There is no need to answer Draco's question. Of course, you're not. Nobody is ready to unwillingly marry at seventeen.

You hesitate for a moment, questioning yourself if you can really ask that of him. You instead bite the bullet and just ask it. "Will you give me away?"

Draco senses up, snapping his head towards you. "What?", he asks incredulously.

"Tomorrow. Will you give me away? My... father won't be there, too busy with himself. And I want to not be it anyone other than you."

Draco's speechless. His mouth opens and closes like a goldfish as he stares at you. You give him a small, unsure smile. Just as you want to take your words back and tell him to forget you asked, he engulfs you in a tight hug.

"Thank you", he whispers, "I would be honoured."

There is a knock on your door as you sit alone in your bedroom, the stylists just having left and let you be by yourself for a moment. Picking up the many layers of skirts of your dress, you make your way over to the door.

Cracking it open just a smidge you're surprised to find Theo. "What are you doing here?", you whisper-shout, looking around the hall. "It's bad luck if you see me before the ceremony."

"I wanted- needed to see you."

You take his hand and pull him into your room. He presses his forehead against yours as he smiles. "Hi", he whispers.

"Hi", you whisper back, smiling shyly. You caress his face and push back the locks that escaped his gelled hair. "Your hair is stubborn", you giggle.

Theo's eyes flicker over your face, leaning into your touch. "I didn't think you could even look more beautiful than Yule Ball. I love to be proven wrong." He gives you a quick kiss before holding you at arm's length and ordering you to spin.

You do so and the many diamonds in your hair shimmer in the sunlight. Your gown balloons around you and it makes you smile to see the adoration on Theo's face.

He looks good. Theo's wearing a suit with embroidered sleeves in a matching shade of green to your dress. The embroidery shimmers in the light, giving the effect of it moving on its own.

Theo pats his jacket in search of something and pulls out a small box from one of the inside pockets. He looks unsure for a moment before getting down on one knee and opening the box. A beautiful golden ring with a pearl in the middle that’s enchanted to display little pearlescent swirls within.

"I know we're doing this backwards... but will you do me the honour of marrying me?" Theo looks up at you, his brows knitted together and his hands shaky.

You stand breathlessly for a moment, your eyes fixed on the ring. Slowly you nod as a smile breaks out on your face. "It would be nothing more I wish than to marry you."

He jumps up from his kneeled position and takes you in his arms, swirling you around. You kiss him while he slips the ring on your finger. You look at it and clutch your hand to your chest, running your thumb over the stone.

A harsh knock on the door pops the little happy bubble the two of you are in. "Quick, hide", you whisper, pushing him behind an armchair. You open the door and peek outside. A relieved sigh escapes you as it is only Draco.

"You haven't seen Theodore by chance, have you?"

You pull him inside before locking the door and tell Theo to come out. His head of brown curls pops from behind the high back of the chair as he gets up to his feet.

Draco smiles as Theo naturally gravitates towards you, his hand searching yours. "They are looking for you. It is about to start."

Theo gives your hand a squeeze as he leans in for a kiss. "See you soon", he says with a smile, giving one last kiss before leaving the room.

You sigh. Now that he left, the anxiousness you've been feeling all day returns. Pacing the room, you drag your dress behind you as you chew on your cheek, not wanting to ruin the lipstick.

A hand suddenly takes ahold of your own and you turn to look at Draco. He gives you a sad smile that wordlessly tells you that it is time.

From the way to the room where the ceremony will be held is all a blur until the double doors are opened for you and everybody turns around. You tightly clutch Draco's arm as he leads you down the aisle, towards Theo.

At the end stands your only driving for your feet to be moving. He has a soft smile on his face and eyes filled with love. Once you've reached the end without a hitch, Draco extends his arm and places your hand in Theo's. The two boys share a look before your cousin takes a step back.

Much of the ceremony is the same haze. The only thing you can focus on is your heavily beating heart and those warm brown eyes peering into your own. You follow the orders of the officiant to place the golden robes over Theo's shoulders and clasp the bracelet with your house crest, his house crest, and the rune of love around his wrist. Theo does the same to you, tracing your knuckles once the bracelet is secured on both of your wrists by magic.

"And with the power invested in me by the Ministry, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may share your first kiss as a married couple."

Your eyes meet Theo's and you close the gap, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. You cup his face as he leans into you, wrapping his hands around your middle.

For just a moment, it's the two of you. Not the room full of Death Eaters. No expectant stares, empty looks and contestant sneers. It's just you and your now husband.

Merlin, how great it feels to finally say that.

You close your eyes, breathing in deeply. "I love you, Teddy."

Theo beams up at you. "I love you too."

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mekochansblog · 1 year

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Do you still... love me?

Five Hargreeves x reader

- middle of season 3 so spoilers if you haven’t seen it.

- angst and sad and the ending was a little rush.

- warnings: mentions of death, slight cursing, Five being an asshole.

- pt. 1

Pt. 2 here

Everyone landed in the living room. They all gasped for air like they had been underwater for too long and were finally catching their breaths. You looked at your husband, and he looked back at you and smiled at you; he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you. Once you have wanted for a while. Since you first traveled in 2019, Five started being distant. He will be curt with you, look at you as if you asking a genuine question was dumb, and bring Dolores wherever you keep going.

It hurt to see the man you have been loving since the apocalypse slowly and not so gently stop giving you affection and love. You breathed in and out and held Five's hand. You all walked to the bar.

And that's when you heard Diego, "Why is there a picture of Ben in the mantle piece?"

You also looked at it and sighed, a tired and heartbroken sighed, you knew what that would mean. You looked at your husband again, and he looked at the picture of his supposedly deceased brother. You knew then that this little affection you were barely feeling would fade later. You wanted to cry, scream, fall, and stay on the floor. You loved your husband, how couldn't you? You guys have been married for more than 30+ years, but ever since coming back from the first apocalypse to the second one, you have felt like all the love and affection you had a while ago has been gone. You've felt insecure, cold, and most of all useless because that's one of the words that Five said when not all his siblings made it in time when he had the briefcase the handler gave him.

You have felt like it's better off with you gone. It felt like he didn't need you anymore. When Reginald Five's father introduced the new sparrow academy, you felt Five yank his hand away from you. You side-eyed him for a while before looking around and slowly walking away. You didn't notice that Diego was staring at you, and he was the one that saw your eyes tearing up. He knew you were broken. Seeing your eyes go from bright and shine that you used to have; to a dull and lifeless color. Seeing his brother turn cold with his sister-in-law made him feel awful for you. He knew that you love Five with all your heart. He has seen you talk about his sarcastic brother with so much fondness and love. It broke him when you didn't stick around.

When everyone started fighting, you calmly and slowly walked around the familiar house you were in a year ago. Yes, you spend almost a year in the '60s. It was painful being just 20, with no one but yourself. You saw Five fighting the girl with black hair when you walked back. She spits something on him, and by the time you ran to where they were, she had run off, not before punching you in the eye. You were going to have a black look later on.

When you turn to Five, you hear him say, "Delores."

With so much fondness, that may be your breaking point. Feeling useless was one thing, but him not caring or thinking about you? It broke you. Maybe that's why the handler looked at you with such malicious and fake pettiness when she said Five didn't love you anymore. How could you forget the quote she told you before you and Five left the commission when trying to save his family from the first apocalypse?

"Isn't it ironic Y/N?" The handler said.

"What?" You looked at her.

"You know, Five ignores the one person that adores him, and you adore him, the one person he's pretty much ignoring; you love the one person who's hurting you, but Five is hurting the person that loves him, and that's you," She said while laughing at you.

The irony.

Maybe she was right.

You walked away from Five, away from everyone, and got out of the house. You started mindlessly walking around, hoping your feet would take you somewhere, somewhere far away from there. You looked up once your feet stopped walking. 'Hotel Obsidian,' well, you might as well walk in. It's not like anyone misses you at all. Don't worry; they just decided to leave you; they don't care, Y/N. So you started silently crying and walked to the front office.

"Ex-excuse me?"

The man, whose name was "Chet," is what it said on his nametag, looked at you and smiled. "How can I help you today, miss?"

You smiled, well tried, "One room, please."

He decided to give you the room for free; instead, you could repay him by helping around since he told you it looked like you had just lost your soul. So technically, you lost your heart, but that doesn't matter anymore.

MEANWHILE WITH, THE ACADEMY

They met in a park surrounded by benches; everyone was either in pain or just trying to get used to the beat they just took. So while everyone was arguing, one of them noticed the lack of their sister-in-law.

"W-wait wait, where's... where's Y/N?"

And that's when they all looked around at Klaus's words. Five looked around and noticed you had yet to be around. Diego then looked at Five, stood up, and grabbed him by the collar while his sibling tried to stop him.

"You did something, didn't you?! You know I've been noticing that your wife looks like she wants to disappear from us! Like she-she wants to..." Diego trailed off, not wanting to say the next thing.

"Die," Klaus said, and everyone looked at him, shocked, even Five. "She looks like she wants to die because you've been acting like a total asshole to her; you've also been calling her names and acting like she doesn't exist, more like she's not even your wife, just an acquaintance."

"Wh-what, no, I haven't." Five said, oblivious to how you've been feeling since all he had cared about has been saving the world and his sibling, but then he thought about it; when was the last time he gave you a hug or an affectionate kiss? When was the last time you gave him one of your smiles? When was the last time he made you feel special? When was the last time you talked about not being related to the apocalypse?

Hell, he didn't even know where you were. Did he make you walk away from everything because of how he treated you? Diego let go of him and sat down; everyone stared at Five, wanting to know what he would do. So he stood up and asked Klaus if he knew where you could have gone, to which he said he did not know, but he had a feeling. So all six walked to the hotel Klaus was talking about, hoping you were there.

MEANWHILE WITH YOU

You had on an apron and started walking to Mr.Pennycrumb, Chet's puppy; you smiled at the dog while he licked you. Chet told you, you could run the front office while he took a break. While you were doing your own thing, of course, with the lovely company of the puppy, you heard the bell ring. So you put on your beautiful smile and walked to the front.

Hi, welcome to Hotel Obsidian; how may I help you?" You said with a closed-eye smile.

"Y/N!?"

You looked at who it was, and your body froze. It was your family-in-laws and your husband. You tried to smile, but seeing your husband made you stagger for a bit; you wanted to run, wasn't that part of why you walked away? You looked down and tried to blink the tears away. Gosh, why the fuck were you crying? He fucked up Y/N, not you; you didn't do anything wrong except give him love and attention.

"Y-Y/N? Darling, can.... can we talk, please?" Five said he was going to hold your hand, but before he could touch you, you backed away.

Five has never hurt you physically, but mentally... yes. Five knew he fucked up. Since when were you scared to hold his hand? When did you become so... afraid of him? He treated you like shit, called you names, and ignored you for Dolores; how could he let you be in so much pain?

"I-I'm sorry, Five, I do- I don't want to talk to you. So here are your keys. Have a nice stay." So you said and grabbed Mr.Pennycrumb and strolled to the back.

While you stayed in your room, Five stayed in his. He tried so hard to talk to you; he begged you to speak to him. This was torture. Is this how you felt? Was this all coming back to bite him in the ass for treating you like you didn't matter. Later on the day, you did open the door for him. Not because you wanted to but because you wanted to hear why? Why was he mistreating you? Did he not love you anymore? So when he came into the room and sat down, you asked him.

"Do you still...love me? Am I even someone you want to be with?" You asked him while you hugged the puppy, Mr.Pennycrumb giving you the comfort that Five once used to do. Five looked at you with such a guilty look. Has this been playing on your mind? Did he make you so insecure that you didn't know if he loved you?

“There’s never a day where I don’t think about you darling. I’m sorry I made you feel this way.. the way I treated you was something I promised you when we said our vows that I will never do… I love you darling I still do.” Five said with tears streaming down his eyes like waterfall. You looked at him and bit your lip. Where you scared to believe him? Yes, how could you not be? He disrespected you in ways he promised and vowed he will never.

“I- I don’t know what to tell you Five. You broke me in ways you said you will never will. How can I believe you? What if you go back on your words?” You said with a tremble in your voice. Five looked at you and gently held your hands with his. You felt him rub the back of your hands soothingly.

“I promise Y/N that I’ll be different, I don’t want to loose my sweetheart because I was being an asshole.” He whispered so gently to you, you felt like if he said it louder it will break the way he looked at you. You gently smiled and nodded slowly your head. We can see how it goes you thought. You wanted to believe him. It might take a while for that to happen but you knew if you wanted it to work it will take a while.

"I still love you with all my heart. I'm sorry I made you feel this way; you should have never had or needed to feel this way." He slowly stood up and gave you a hug you'd wanted for a long time. You started sobbing, the puppy running away from your arms. Five knew he needed to show you that he still loved you, and he would make sure he didn't let this happen again.

He'll kill himself before he hurts you again.

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anapotatowriter · 1 year

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You belong with me

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I was listening to “You belong with me” by Taylor Swift in the bus, and the idea for this story just kinda struck me. It ain’t amazing, but it’s what I whipped up in like, 2 hours?

Summary: Y/N loves Five. Five loves Dolores. Dolores loves herself. :)

Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for books, AU where everyone’s a normal teenager.

ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (Though seriously, if you haven’t watched season 3 yet, what are you doing here?)

Requested: Hell nah

“Come on Delores, meet me halfway here!” yelled my neighbor into his phone, loud enough for me to hear in my room on the other side of the street. “It was just a joke!” I heard him defend, the wide-open windows allowing me to hear his side of the conversation. I sighed at his upset expression before turning back to my homework, the blaring questions on chemistry burning my eye sockets. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers, exhausted by the school week already. It was only Tuesday! The cool autumn air carried Five’s voice through my own window, the chill leaving goosebumps in their wake. I looked back up from my homework to see him listening to Dolores intently, his eyebrows creased in exhaustion. I stared at him longingly, the stress making my own heart sink. Of course, everyone knew who Delores was. She was basically the queen of our school, the whole short skirts, high heels, and cheerleader persona. Five was more surprised that everyone else at school when Dolores asked him, the broody nerd, out for coffee. I remembered that first sting in my heart like it was yesterday.

“Come one Y/N, we have to study!” exclaimed Five, pouring over a math textbook as thick as his face. “I want a nap!” I snapped back, slamming my fist against the table. “Shhhh!” I heard the librarian whisper yell for the fifth time, making me roll my eyes. “If I work for 30 minutes, you let me take a nap. Deal?” I asked the boy. “Deal,” he nodded, before beginning to explain fractals and Newton’s theory to me again from the top as I pretended to listen to his rant. That’s when a distinct sound of stilettos colliding with wooden flooring echoed through the rather large library. “You’re… Five, aren’t you?” an airy voice echoed from behind me, making Five look up from his book and my turn around. There she stood in all her glory, short brown hair framing her sharp jawline and nose, pink clips holding her bangs in place. “I am… why do you ask?” asked Five, trying to appear unaffected, though his confusion was revealed through his indifferent mask. “Just thought… maybe we could go get coffee sometime? I’ve always wanted to try a nerdy boy,” she giggled, twirling a pink string between her fingers. “Uh… yeah, uh, sure! 7 p.m. tonight?” stammered Five, making Dolores giggle and nod before walking away, hips swaying. “... am I dreaming? Or was that my crush just asking me out?” asked Five in a daze as soon as she was out of earshot. I felt a pang in my heart, watching the boy I loved get asked out by another girl. “Sure was,” I muttered under my breath before picking my bag up and getting up to leave. Five didn’t stop me, too involved in his daydream to notice me leave. I left hurriedly, chest aching as my heart sank.

“Y/N?” I heard a voice ask, making me look up from a copy of Wonder that I had probably borrowed from a friend and forgotten to return. “Oh Five. Hey,” I said awkwardly, regretting my choice of clothes, mostly made up of neutral colors. “Hey, isn’t that my book?” he asked. I looked down at the book to turn to the first page where his name was written in black ink. “Oh, yeah. Do you want it back?” I offered, holding the book out to him in a limp grip. “No, it’s fine. I’ve read the book enough times anyway. What do you think of it?” he asked, sitting down next to me on one of the park benches. “Honestly, Miranda is my favorite character. She always feels like a fish out of water, even though Via and August love her so much. She wants that life for herself, not realizing her own worth. It gives me hope that one day I’ll also get to realize the good in me,” I stated, caressing the book while avoiding eye contact with Five. “I think I like Via the most. She seems perfect, with an amazing boyfriend and family, but she has so much missed in her life because of her best friend,” replied Five, looking up at me through his eyelashes, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “Uh huh… does this best friend happen to be the most brilliant person ever?” I replied mockingly, posing outrageously before bursting into laughter, Five quickly joining in the chorus of chuckles. A strand of hair fell onto my face, which Five quickly pushed behind my ear, the light brush of his fingers against my skin making my heart speed up. He relaxed, slouching slightly against the bench while animatedly talking about his science project. “Why doesn’t he see that it’s so easy with me,” I thought to myself as he smiled at me, answering the question I asked about his project.

“Oh, Five! Why are you hanging out with this… loser? Don’t keep me waiting,” I sugary sweet voice called, a car revving to a stop in front of the park bench, making me cringe “Coming love,” replied Five, his face falling. “Five, are you sure you’re fine?” I asked, grasping hold of his hand as he moved toward the highlighter pink car. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to convince me with a half-hearted grin. “I know you better than that, Five. What are you even doing with a girl like that?” I asked, making him shake his head and walk away, climbing into the pink car. His dark hair and jeans collided with the princessy attitude of the car. He seemed out of place as the car drove away, and a last glance was thrown my way. I sighed, standing up and abandoning the park bench, the book lying alone on the bench.

I heard a knock on my bedroom window, startling me awake off the bed. I glanced at the clock next to my bed from my position on the ground to read 01:28. Who was knocking at my window at this hour? I swished the curtains of my window open to see Five standing on the ground, his face a few inches below the ledge. “Five? Come on up,” I stated, making the boy clamber onto the ledge into my room, immediately beginning to face the length of my carpeted floors. “Five? What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat on the bed, making him turn towards me, a glossy look in his eyes that only meant one thing.

“Oh no! Sweetheart, what happened?” I asked, making him sit next to me and pull me into a desperate hug. He rested his head on my shoulder, the material of my shirt quickly soaking from the salty tears. “What is it darling?” I asked softly, moving him so he could lay down, his head placed in my lap. “It was a fucking joke. A bet,” he said through sniffles, immediately making my back stiffen. “Do you want me to beat her up? I’m sure one good punch would get rid of all that plastic surgery she’s gone through,” I said seriously, hoping to make the boy smile. The boy chuckled through tears, making me smile as I carded my fingers through his hair, his eyes slowly relaxing. “If you hear a voice, in the middle of the night, saying it’ll be alright, it will be me,” I hummed, making the boy nuzzle his face into my thigh. I continued singing the song, one of Five’s childhood favorites, filled with memories of sugary ice lollies, buttery popcorn, grazed knees, and fireflies. Soon, quiet snores filled the room, just as the song came to a close. I placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s forehead before switching off the lights, shrouding the room ins darkness. I eased myself away from Five, picking up my pillows and moving them to the ground, leaving Five to rest on the bed.

“Y/N, wait up!” I heard a voice yell, making me pause in my tracks to wait for Five to catch up. He joined me and I started ranting about my math professor, who insisted that he would not share any of the presentations he showed in class. “I mean, what’s his problem if we have an additional source? I need everything I can get to prepare for exams!” I complained, the boy nodding along to my complaining. The bell rang, symbolling the end of the school day. “Hey Five,” cut a shrill voice, immediately stopping both of us in our tracks. Dolores stalked towards us, her heels making a thudding sound against the linoleum floors. “I wanted to talk to you… privately?” she sneered in my direction before looking at Five sweetly. “Five, don’t do it,” I disagreed vehemently, pulling at the end of his sleeves to walk away from Dolores. “Go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll see you,” stated Five, gently unclasping my fingers from his shirt before walking away with Dolores. “AGH,” I yelled, kicking one of the lockers beside me, the empty corridor echoing my yell. I walked out of the building angrily, my heart clenched and my shoulders tensed. I slammed my bag into the wall as soon as I walked into my room. Pressing my face into the pillow as angry tears pricked my eyes. “AGHHHHH,” I yelled into the pillow, my voice muffled by the layers of cloth and stuffing. “Y/N?” A voice questioned some 15 minutes later, making me look up at my room’s door to see Five standing there, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you o-” he started to ask before I interrupted him. “No. Five Hargreeves, you will now listen to me. DO NOT go back to Dolores, of all people! I know she’s pretty, smart, and has the perfect looks and the perfect grades, but can’t you see what she is doing to you? Oh, I remember you, driving to my house in the middle of the night, I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry! I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams… I know where you belong, I know it’s with me!” I said without a pause, before stopping to see Five frozen in place, his lips slightly parted in shock. I breathed deeply before taking a hold of Five’s hands. “Can't you see that I’m the one who understands you? I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see? That you belong with me?” I stopped myself from saying anything more, biting my lip and waiting expectantly for his response, grasping his hands tightly. “I went to tell Dolores that I don’t love her. That there’s someone else I know, who’s been here my whole life, and who I hope will be there the rest of my life,” said Five, gazing softly into my eyes, his pupils dilated to reveal just a thin sliver of forest green. “It’s you. Y/N, it’s always been you,” proclaimed Five, leaning forward just the tiniest bit. His lips pressed to my forehead, sealing his words into reality.

#Five x reader #Five hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #dolores x reader #AU #Tua

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Miss Madi! This is so fun, I’m excited to get to know you a little more. I might be greedy and also send a fic request 👀 xoxo

But: 💃 and also 💗 - where did the inspiration for Broken Glass come from? Mostly how you decided on Delores’s story and her background and how you chose to intertwine it with Elvis’s. (His story in this is breaking my heart a little more than a little 🥹).

Hiiiii my darlin’ dearest!! 💗 These are awesome questions!

💃🏼 Okay, random fact time! I have performed in all my singing, dancing, and acting glory for hundreds of people and have a Bachelor’s degree in Theater! I also was a dancer from the time I was two until about 24. Honestly feels like lifetime ago though, tbh lol. The funny thing is I get immense stage fright singing in front of people UNLESS I am doing so as a character, in which case I’m waaaayyyy less nervous. Like I was the lead in shows and would do just fine but ask me to sing karaoke and I literally shake all the way through. 😂😩 Also lol to being the shy introvert that comes alive when playing make believe. I suppose in some ways writing is a similar outlet…I’ve always loved stories and studying character, so they kind of go together (hence my double major in English!).

💗 So, Broken Glass…Dolores is very personal to me and she is based directly on a family member of mine who was a nurse around that time in NYC. And I’m not gonna lie, I have some distant family ties to the mafia 😬, so she was closer to that (though not nearly to the extent I’ve brought it to in BG—there was no evil Gianni or arranged marriage or anything like that for her. Her father wasn’t really in the mob). She also was not a fan of E then though (that Ricky Nelson line is real lol).

One day after talking with her I just thought, hey, wouldn’t it be cool if she’d met Elvis during that time period? How would that come about and why? And I am endlessly fascinated (and saddened) by E’s health history and she and I have talked about that together, and I wondered what it might have been like or how things might have changed for him if they’d understood/diagnosed him earlier in his life. I also think it humanizes him, which might be jarring for some and endearing for others.

And I love my tropes! So in comes the slow burn, the fake relationship with a semi-enemies to lovers bent, some hurt/comfort (and don’t worry—I have more fun in store!). I also love the idea of two people from different backgrounds being able to relate to each other through similar experiences and traumas. And if PS has taught us anything, i love my angst! 😂 Thus, Broken Glass was born!

Thanks for stopping by my dove! I hope that was enlightening in some way!🥰🥰🥰

Madi’s Get to Know Me Gala 💗

#Madi’s get to know me gala 💗#broken glass #i appreciate the curiosity for BG cuz it’s not getting the love I’d hoped for #i know it’s more romance and less smut so maybe that’s why?#or maybe the health stuff makes people uncomfortable?#i also wanted to try something different from PS cuz it’s easy to get pigeon holed into one thing #but the story gives me all the feels #and obviously it’s personal to me in a different way #anyway thanks for the love darlin!#elvis presley #elvis #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis x oc

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Hi! I’m the anon who request that work with Five and Delores. And just to be clear, yes I mean human Delores.

But if Five and his s/o brought mannequin Deleros into bed with them, would that make her a sex doll 👀?? Just curious on your opinion.

Hey! And good, I was worried there for a second 😥

I personally believe that would be a very bad move on Five's part, not just because Dolores was, in a way, his first love and his s/o might feel left out if he started neglecting them for her, but also Dolores is literally made out of plastic. Most sex dolls are made out of material like rubber or like, silicone so the experience can feel not only realistic, but also pleasurable. Can you imagine just how uncomfortable it would be, trying to get yourself off on the hard plastic of a mannequin? (Not even the entire mannequin body, literally just the torso, a single arm and its bald head lol)

But to answer your question, I guess she could at that point be considered a sex doll in a way, but I also think that if mannequin Dolores did ever at some point take part in the bedroom she most likely wouldn't interfere much, choosing to sit in a chair by the wall while making the occasional offhand comment about Five's credibility in bed. What can I say, she's a voyeur (but also imagine trying to have sex with Five and he keeps glancing over at Dolores and having this really weird one sided conversation about how well he's doing or about whether she's comfortable or whatnot lol)

#oh god now all i can think about is five getting a sex doll that was an exact replica of dolores #anon why did you have to put that thought into my mind 😭#aeron answers #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves smut #tua dolores #dolores the mannequin #five x dolores

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non-plutonian-druid · 8 months

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[ID: Five and real person! Delores drawn as centaurs. Both of them are old; Five is commission era. As such, he's wearing a suit and tie, has a neat mustache, and short hair. His horse body is light grayish white. Delores is wearing a nonsensical evening gown, and her centaur body is a large red draft horse with light feathers. They are hugging each other tightly; Delores has to bend down to reach. End ID.]

old married couple <3

i dont have any canon basis for making Delores a draft horse but it brings me joy and there was no chance I was ever going to do anything else. she deserves to be Tall. Also, am contributing one more old Delores to the world, an even rarer creature than old Five.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #delores tua #dolores tua #centaur #centaur au #five x dolores #look guys i made a ship art and theyre not even just kind of standing near each other #ignore the fact i ship them platonically thats not something ud get from just the post #my art #heres another edition of lighter colored pony old five #also blame @sharkneto for delores being red #was originally going to make her tan adjacent but luther is already tan adjacent and also also a draft horse #so that was just Too Much #and he suggested red bc [airy dismissive voice perhaps belonging to a rich medieval lord] thats like his favorite or something #he also says Excuse Me Its Chestnut but ive gotten this far without saying correct horse color terms im not starting now

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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(I’m back because I’m now in love with this AU😭, sorry for it being so long again.)

New Bloods are a variant of normal Reds who have evolved alongside Silvers to have better and more efficient powers. For example: Silvers may have powers but they they have their limits, while New Bloods do no. Pepa can only control the weather somewhat, and is considered erratic including the storms she creates which can sometimes get out if control.

Now Mirabel, while she does not have complete control over the weather, she CAN create and control lightning without creating a storm to help her. She can create storms, create shields from lightning (not to be confused with her actual shield), small sparks that are pulses and even lighting that can shoot through a persons body. This is called Brain Lightning, what differs from that lighting is that it’s not visible and can be incredibly dangers as it takes a LOT of control, way too much for a ten year old.

Pedro was a New Blood, one of the most powerful, which is why the Madrigals are the bosses and ones in charge. There is no Miracle unfortunately, but Casita is still alive, Pedro had a trick or two up his sleeve. With Pedro, no one knew us ability, he kept it a strict secret, not even Alma knew what it was.

She does know what a New Blood is and that Pedro was one. What Alma meant by that last sentence was that when she was younger New Bloods were indeed rare, and were only born if one of the parents were a New Blood and Augustin just a normal Red, so she’s very confused about that, also she’s also consumed because New Bloods are only supposed to have ONE power, not FIVE!! That’s mainly why she’s confused, other than Pedro, there are no other New Bloods in the family. She’s looking into it because let she honest if s ten year old can create lighting and shields and god know what else while previously being known if the Normal Gift-less one, we’d want some answers too.

As for her powers, like I said, she’s got five. She can’t control all of them and needs extra practice especially with the Brain Lightning.

She has the powers of a:

Electricon: Control over Lightning

Gravitrons: power over GRAVITY, she can also use this to make herself fly.

Minder: Perfect Memory and recall, basically a photographic memory

Shield: Exactly as it sounds, using energy to create shields used for either attack or defense.

And finally a teleporter, or a jumper: Now these are considered a more enhanced versions of Swifts. They’re faster than Swifts, but it was later found out that instead of being fast they’re actually opening small holes and portals between two different points of a locations.

She is considered a miracle, being not only New Blood, but one with more than one power. Like I said, New Bloods have stronger and better powers than regular Silvers, this kind of forced her into the spotlight. Leading people to treat her either like a god or princess, and people who bullied her to try and get in good with her. The kingdom already loved her because of her sweet and bubbly nature, but this takes it to a whole new level.

As for pushing her aside, they didn’t mean too, it kind of just happened subconsciously. They still love her, and celebrate her birthdays and any of her achievements, they just don’t have much time. Her relationship with her sisters is a kind of the same with canon, Isa being forced to be perfect and being jealous of Mira and unfortunately taking her anger out of her sister in the form of outburst, which she does feel bad for. In turn, her relationship with Delores has FLOURISHED.

Homegirl giving everyone a run for they money huh 😭😭 Regardless. I can see how it was subconscious but still. Can’t take away the hurt. I’m throwing hands with Isa, idgaf. Stan Dolores <333 As for the abilities??? They’re so cool, totally radical man <3 Def would take her a hot minute to get control fo them, that’s one hindred percent understandable.

As for people treating her like a Princess. Why they switch up so quick 🤨 y’all wan’t doing all that before, what because she has powers, suddenly it doesn’t esn’t apply no mo 💀 Also Pedro. Hiding it is understandable. If he is as strong as you say he is, it could make him a lot of enemies, even if he was the nicest perso round the block :(

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #red queen au

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//I have a headcanon that Kitty babysits for Eddie Valiant's grandchildren sometimes (he of course married Dolores or "Auntie Do" pronounced like "doe" as Kitty calls her) They have about three, two boys and a girl. The boys are into video games and table top RPGs and the newest bands while the little girl Lily Valiant is 6 years old and besotted by cartoons especially the older ones that her grandfather worked with. Of course, Roger and Eddie still keep in touch but their lives have become a lot different since the case, what with Eddie's retirement and Roger continuing to work but suffering some setbacks due to social and cultural shifts within animation. We're also bang in the middle of the "Disney Dark Age" (or Middle Ages to use its historical term, since Europe's so-called "dark" age was the East's golden age, just like when the US industry was struggling, Japanese anime in the 80s was still successful) so we're right before the Disney Renaissance of the 90s, still at a time where there was a mass exodus of Disney animators to other studios, including the great Don Bluth.

Kitty and Roger head to Eddie's house where their grandkids are staying with them and Dolores makes them something to eat. The boys think Roger's pretty cool (he's a cartoon rabbit after all, his mere existence is impressive to those who never interact with toons) and Lily just loves him. He'll jump on the bed to make her laugh and do magic tricks for her and give her high fives and she'll giggle a lot. Kitty thinks it's wonderful that there is still that appreciation for an older cartoon like him with someone so young.

This?? I don't care what Disney may say, it's canon. Eddie and Delores have grandkids and Roger visits them and they love him 🥹🥹🥹

I wonder if Kitty winds up rubbing off on the kids? Like they start getting more spunky/adventurous. Oh! Imagine a 'The Adventures of Babysitting' style adventure for them! (If you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend it. Its such a fun watch ^^)

#asks #other peoples OC's #eddie valiant #Delores #wfrr #Roger Rabbit #who framed roger rabbit #disney #disney heros #other peoples headcannons

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purpleplaid17 · 7 months

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Jess Watches // Sun 8 Oct Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Orphan Black (rewatching with mum) 4x09 The Mitigation of Competition

Cosima has arrived on the island where she and Susan will begin the process of finding a cure; Sarah and Felix meet with Rachel and Ira to discuss the next step in bringing down Evie Cho; Donnie has been released from remand with Adele still tasked with leading their legal team.

Helena leaving her handmade winter woodland shelter because she could sense her sestras were in danger. *hisses at you* 🏹

The Horror of Dolores Roach 1x05 I Never Don't Find 'Em

Dolores just wants to have fu-un, but is confronted with the carnage of her present. (gore cw)

Meat is meat. Flesh is flesh. But you can't eat fake tits AKA cannibalism clusterfuck. That really did look like Marc Maron hung up there. Props to the prosthetic dept. Also, just noticed, and then watched, the 'bonus' content below the episode menu. Not surprising that Justina couldn't eat the empanadas on set lol

The Consultant 1x03 Friday

Mr. Patoff and Craig spend a night out on the town that becomes increasingly bizarre, while Elaine explores the records room.

What is happening??? I cannot figure out what Patoff's endgame is other than to severely fuck with the Compware employees. Is there not anyone they can talk to about him? I have a sick feeling he was the cause of that women's scar and amputation.

Deadloch 1x05 Episode 5

In the aftermath of Eddie's press conference, Deadloch is in a state of panic and the killer strikes again; taking the count up to five. Eddie and Dulcie jump from suspect to suspect as relationships crumble around them.

All the gender-related talk had me nodding my head, like yes, gendered clothing is a ridiculous and often harmful societal norm. I cheered when Mike's bestie defended him and it was so cute that they confessed their love for one another.

#orphan black #the horror of dolores roach #the consultant #deadloch #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 19

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kimmykoosh · 7 months

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Had a blast at playing today.

Spoilers below

Bruh.

Harry's sad relationship is SAD.

No wonder delores dei is in every selections in the Famous Innocence compilation. (I am bad at reading and Harry is the epitome of me processing information lmaoo)

Man has been sad and in the dumps for more than 5 years. BRUH.

This is a beautiful dream sequence though. Walking on water then found your old flame in the figure of the beautiful Doraless Dei the same place she left you years ago? And the dream is a reoccurring one for few years?? And the lady right now is happy with someone else on the other side of the Revachol?? And also not having daughters for you? Actually, that was good on her part. Harry was a MESS.

Oh GOD THE DRAMA. THE SAD. THE WHOLE THING ABOUT DALORES DEI AND HIS OBSESSION. AND THE LETTER. THE CONSTANT FAINTING ON HIM WHEN HAVING ANYTHING TO DO WITH HER. OR APRICOTS.

I am super invested on this one.

Also, best quote by far.

"REAL DARKNESS HAS LOVE FOR A FACE. THE FIRST DEATH IS IN THE HEART, HARRY."

-Dolores Du Bois Dei

I'm sad at this. So POETIC. 😭😭😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#kimmyplaysde #disco elysium #de #aaaaaaaaaa #now I see why this is called the game of the year #my heart strings has been pulled #by READING #i dont read that much but having someone talk and read for me is amazing #uhuhuhuuu #its 5 am now and I'm bawling on the inside #im very sappy on love and sad story and romance

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i just reread lolita for the first time since high school too and something i think is interesting is how untrustworthy humbert is as a narrator. it makes dolores's 'consent' or even 'initiation' of the relationship seem questionable given everything else hes said and done and how hes framed everything. she treated him a lot like a fatherly figure in the first segment of the book and even her 'flirtations' were like super juvenile or teasing. like, humberts entire backstory is ripped off of edgar alan poes poem annabelle lee. he says he wasnt an offender and then details all of his offenses. he says he didnt kill dolores's mom and then when he visits the cemetery goes 'i killed her more cleanly'. even if she was kind of messing with him because she realized he was looking at her funny i doubt it was as intense or purposefully leading him on as he was making it out to be, especially given the stuff she says in the car after he hurts her the first time.

sorry for rambling lol i just reread it and its such a fascinating multilayered novel

Oh yeah I definitely think there's a case to be made for that, and Delores later recalls the time to Humbert as "when you first raped me", and my read on it is that Humbert is telling half a truth on what happened, I think on Lo's point it's that distinctive thing where you agree to something that you're almost immediately regretful and horrified by, but I also don't think she did it without coercion. The book is written in a distinctive way where there's a clouded sense of what's real, almost otherworldly, and you can debate a lot of points of what actually happened but I feel like some parts are meant to be approached as slivers of truth where the ugliness is buried. I think another thing to consider is that Humbert switches between frankly expressing his guilty conscience and defending himself before this imaginary court, it's undoubtedly a show to garner sympathy but I similarly think sprinkled throughout there are expressions of both truth and defense, whatever that may look like

#I also like reading lo as not being a perfect victim so to speak #like people really fucking struggle with complexities like this and obviously that's the legacy of this novel #but humbert is the one with the power. no matter what she did she still suffered at the hands of this man #answered #csa mention

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