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catchyhuh · 7 months

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breakfast facts

WARNING!!!! DO NOT EMULATE THE MADE UP EATING PATTERNS I JUST MADE UP FOR THESE MADE UP PEOPLE IT WOULD PROBABLY BE BAD FOR YOU. ESPECIALLY ZENIGATA REALLY REALLY DO NOT EMULATE ANY OF TH

lupin:

must eat as soon as he wakes up or he’s fucked. not even like fully a physical stomach thing its just mentally he Must start his day with food

kellogs commercial table. the cereal, two slices of toast, one butter, one jam, apple, like bacon and eggs n shit

scarfs it down in two seconds. as a result no one else will make his breakfast for him becuase its kind of annoying spending 2 hours cooking at 7am so the princess can inhale his perfectly crisp bacon like the poltergust 3000

yes he complains when he has to do it himself. so every day yes. it just wasn't practical to do the whole shebang every day so he whittled it down to his toast and eggs. but you know if he could,

the king must feast. he gives himself a stomach ache damn near every day he gets his food the way he actually wants it

jigen:

eats what’s provided honestly. you could say that about every meal but he just doesn’t care too much esp with his breakfast

he’ll complain (he’s particular about waffles and pancakes needing to be a certain amount of savory to justify them existing in a MEAL meal and not just as a dessert) but not too a huge extent. honestly he’ll eat whatever

doesn't have a huge appetite early in the morning, usually balances it out with a big lunch and even BIGGER dinner. he's gotta ease into those heavy hitters man he's delicate bro

cawfee. cuppa joe. He hates it. jigen doesn’t like it despite dressing like a keurig machine gijinka and having the symphonic cadence of a coffee grinder. it just doesn’t taste good to him (it's that deceptive scent dude) that said {sleep hcs incoming soon} sometimes he needs some to jumpstart him like an old car. again, complains, but goes through with it

fujiko:

special k commercial table. the cereal. the side bowl with random dollops of peanut butter and mixed other nuts and oats (?) i guess it’s oats, the GRAPEFRUIT oh i know she’s a grapefruit bitch!! pb honey spread on an English Muffin too. like some. idk there’s a cinnamon stick involved YOU GET THE VISUAL

funny thing is she doesn’t even eat half of it. she just goes with the muffin, bowl of mini wheats, maybe two pieces of grapefruit ingested as she leaves the table. whoever passes the table next is expected to handle leftovers. breakfast leftovers. that's an insane concept now that i type it out

cawfee. she either drinks it with a thousand disgusting artificially flavored creams or she chews the beans raw. presentation vs functionality is a key aspect of ms mine's internal struggle

complex relationship with fast food coffee shop chains as a result

goemon:

another guy who loves the Big Breakfast by tom cardy but unlike lupin (who loves his beauty sleep too much to wake up early) and fujiko (who usually gets her non-lupin boytoy of the month to make it for her) goemon actually gets up asscrack of dawn early to prepare a meal fit for a king

perfectly fluffy rice. hand squeezed juice. absolutely decadent vegetables. impossibly picturesque omelette. but just normal ass sara lee bread though he doesn’t have THAT much time on his hands

funny thing is he's definitely the most normal about it. goemon just. eats his breakfast. he might raise his eyebrows in slight surprise at how good the eggs taste today or something but really its just. food. all these other weirdos either take 10 years to eat a piece of toast or just inhale their food but the guy who dresses and talks like its the 18th century wins the normal award here

has emphasized the importance of eating breakfast to others before despite easily functioning without it. wake him up at 4 say “no time for brekkie dude we gotta go steal the fire hydrant of the louvre” and he’ll be like Done no problems

zenigata: i know i mentioned it before but NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR DO NOT FUCKING EMULATE

haha.

he’s very bad about it VERY bad about it always getting yelled at by third parties. they go “what’d you have for breakfast” and he shrugs and they go "oh god did you even eat" "ONE BOILED EGG HAS PROTEIN IN IT!!"

its amazing the stature you can get while still being the guy who eats half a protein bar for breakfast and doesn’t actually sit down for a meal again until like 1 am. really i cannot emphasize enough don’t try this at home

HES JUST SO DAMN BUSY! but if he could he’d take anything. unlike jigen, who just doesn't wanna start a fight THAT early in the morning, zeni just loves every breakfast food! muffins eggs potatoes pancakes cereal the random ass fruit he LOVES it

god help the hotel with a free breakfast when this guy comes in. or that is, if he didn’t sleep until 11 AM because he was up lupin-ing all night.

in conclusion: they would all love a trip to the mcdonalds breakfast menu drivethru. they all get a hashbrown. would you believe me if i said i only remembered the mcdonald’s commercials after typing that

#lupin iii #lupin the third #i don't wanna overtag because really this is just. so i can put this out into the world and get it OUT OF MY HEAD so yeah ^w^#ACTUALLY I NEED TO TAG THIS FOR MY OWN ORGANIZATION LATER DON'T I. OOPS ok we'll just keep it on a one name basis #lupin #jigen #goemon #fujiko #zenigata #done.

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female-malice · 10 months

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hi! i saw ur post about not eating sugar and was wondering what a typical day of eating looks like for you without any sugar? (if you're comfortable sharing, of course)

I just cut out added sugars. I still eat fruits and grains and stuff that has sugars naturally in them.

I am also a person with a sweet tooth. I like desserts. But I also like problem solving and making things and experimenting with recipes.

I'm not eating splenda or honey or agave syrup or anything like that. That's added sugar according to me.

So instead of adding sugar to things, I just eat raisins. SO MANY RAISINS. I made raisin rice the other day which was very good. It's almost like a dessert. Sort of. Also oatmeal with raisins and peanut butter is good every time.

The other day I made fried bananas for dessert. The recipe for the batter has sugar in it. But I just figured bananas are sweet enough so I cut the sugar out of the recipe.

Mango is an easy dessert that I love. There's also cotton candy grapes. And pomegranate. I've researched all the sweetest fruits lol.

I'm a chocolate lover. And I still eat chocolate sometimes! I make what I call "almost hot chocolate." It's one teaspoon of plain unsweetened cocoa powder whisked into a mug of hot milk. And then maybe add some cinnamon or nutmeg or something like that. And no added sugar. It's not bitter at all! It's a very soothing warm drink.

Almost all cereal is packed with sugar. But I found some generic rice puffs with zero sugar added. They're pretty good with fruit! I eat a lot of plain yogurt with fruit. But I get whole fat yogurt to make it rich and tasty. I also put a LOT of butter on my toast. Do you see where I'm going with this? For my "desserts" and "treats" I just replace added sugar with added fat!

Almost every single American grocery product has sugar added. Even savory things like breads, cereals, and crackers. You really have to check labels. So I'll let myself get something with just 1g added sugar if I can't find anything with no added sugar. There's a kind of cracker I like with 1g added sugar. And there's cinnamon raisin english muffins. Those cinnamon raisin english muffins are AMAZING! And they only have 1g added sugar.

Cutting added sugar out of my diet was actually way easier than I thought it'd be. I did it gradually and not in a rigid or disordered way. It was a process of gradually changing food habits and learning a new eating pattern.

Without a large daily sugar intake, I'm hungry all the time! My stomach literally vacuums up all the fruits and vegetables and bread I buy. I eat SO much bread now. And I get so many new cravings all the time. I can't satisfy cravings with sugar so I have to think "okay what else can I do?" That's why I started putting raisins in rice and frying bananas lol. I think cravings are important. And a diet with a high amount of added sugar can mess with how you respond to cravings.

Also, like I mentioned in a previous post, I feel less groggy and foggy.

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duke-of-fire · 2 years

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Sorry, can you please explain what does "bread clip" mean? Like it sounds cool and interesting (tattoo includes smth about bread???), so I really want to know what it is. Thanks anyway :)

oh abso-fuckin-lutely I can! :D

I do find this topic cool and interesting! but! heads up, this is a bit of a long post. I have a lot to say about this subject because I find it fascinating, but as to not flood others dashboards, I'm hiding it under a read more. I did use your ask to talk about my special interest, and it gets a bit verbose <3

TLDR; Bread clips are the hard plastic things at the opening of bread bags. There's a whole website dedicated to classifying them. I've been collecting them for years and my favorite one has a little heart on it. I use them as a way to bond with my friends, but I also just like sorting mundane items into categories.

So! Picture this: you're going to the store to buy some bread. Maybe you're going to make a sandwich or toast or something. You get home and decide to open the bag, but to do so, you've gotta take this fucker off first.

This is a bread clip! This red one specifically is the most common in shape, but you've probably seen others like these!

These can be found in many places, including, but not limited to: sliced bread, bagels, and english muffins. Not only that, but they can also be found on those mesh bags that hold fruits and vegetables (best example I can think of rn is on potato bags)

The ones I've given as an example so far are all quite similar. They all have the same shaped opening, despite being different lengths and widths. Would be easy if that was where everything ended, but alas! What happens when you run into a clip that looks like this?

What the fuck, right?

This is where HORG comes in. HORG stands for Holotypic Occlupanid Research Group. Basically, their website is a database of holotypes of all these different bread clips. As a whole, the bread clips are called Occlupanids (Occlu meaning "to close" and pan meaning "bread"), and are treated as... parasites.

YES I KNOW. PARASITES. Stay with me on this because it's fucking wild

To quote directly from the HORG website, "Occlupanids are totally adapted to a life of parasitism. Ranging from 2-3cm to 5cm, they are dorsoventrally flattened for ease of moving between the folds of plastic on which they live."

Occlupanids are parasites that live on the bags of bread. Got it? Cool! Let's keep going.

Each Occlupanid is treated as a once living object, to better categorize it. For example! The red Occlupanid from the beginning of this post is categorized as the following:

Kingdom: Microsynthera Phylum: Plasticae Class: Occlupanida Order: Orthogonidectes Family: Toxodentidae Genus: Palpatophora Species: utiliformis

but we would simply refer to it as a Palpatophora utiliformis. In fact, the first three Occlupanids I shared are all part of the same family, that of the Toxodentidae. The families are distinguished by the opening, or to use the official term, the oral groove.

(Fun fact! the weird circle-y one from earlier that's not part of the Toxodentidae family? that's the Coronaspinus gregigelida, or the "Greg's frozen crown of thorns." No, I am not kidding, yes, that is actually what it's called.)

HORG itself is quite interesting as well! I can't pinpoint an exact date of their creation, other than sometime before 2011, as the home page is dated from December 1st of that year, but they claim on their website to have founded in 1632 by someone named Altimus Horg. The image they use for their founder is in fact, a publisher by the name of Aldus Manutius, an Italian man who died in 1515.

They also include a picture of what they claim to be Altimus' personal occlupanid collection, but it is, in fact, an Organum Mathematicum. It had many functions, but none among them included organizing bread clips.

Finally, the rebirth of the HORGanization is directly attributed to a man by the name of Horatio Horg, who the website claims is a direct descendant of Altimus Horg. Just like the case of his ancestor, the image used for Horatio Horg is a real person by the name of Alexander Parkes, the man who invented the first plastic. The whole situation is weird - it's like saying Eugen Baumann invented Funko Pops, while also claiming that Funko Pops are alive, and calling Eugen different name, like William.

Despite my distrust for HORG, their website is fantastic, and if you have the time, you should absolutely go check it out. There's so much on the website that I didn't go into, from the Order Kirigimi, to their film division, to the hypothetical Occlupanids from the 16th century! On top of that, all the pictures in this post are taken directly from their website, save for the image of Aldus Manutius.

This link is for the home page, and then I recommend that you start with their "What are Occlupanids?" page. If you find a Occlupanid in the wild, maybe take the time to categorize it!

To get back to your original question, why do I want a tattoo of a bread clip? I am a proud occlupanologist, collecting and classifying specimen that I find in the wild. I came across my favorite Occlupanid recently, a Quadratopalpus ilex. After years of collecting Occlupanids, this is my only specimen of its species. Mine is a beautiful deep green color, with markings not unlike the one on the holotype. A tattoo of this would be nice. I like the color, I like hunting down these funky little plastic guys and figuring out how to classify them. It's a fun conversation to have when my friends have extras that they bring to me because they know I like them.

If you got this far! Thank you for reading! :D I hope the rest of your day is fantastic!

#this is one of my special interests so I'm glad you asked about it! i love being able to talk about these because they're crazy lmao #this was probably more information than you wanted to know tbh but! it's done #favorite #Occlupanid #special interest

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deliciousdiscoveriesspot · 7 months

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13 Healthy Foods To Eat For Breakfast

No matter how hectic your mornings are, you can quickly and easily prepare a healthy breakfast with these recipes. Keep yogurt, whole-wheat bread, and frozen fruit on hand to make breakfast quickly. The recipes range from simple peanut butter and banana sandwiches to decadent avocado toast with buttery mozzarella cheese. This article provides a long list of nutritious and delicious breakfast options. Let's get started, then!

Mascarpone & Berries Toast: This easy and healthy breakfast toast is brightened by adding creamy mascarpone, fresh berries, and mint.

Peanut Butter-Banana English Muffin: Historically, the most formidable duo has been peanut butter and banana. A healthy breakfast of champions is the two on top of a toasted English muffin with a dash of ground cinnamon.

Apple & Peanut Butter Toast: Apples and peanut butter on toast get a flavor boost from a dusting of ground cardamom.

Really Green Smoothie: This green, healthy smoothie recipe is packed with kale and avocado. This smooth drink is boosted with fiber and omega-3 fatty acids from chia seeds, which are good for your heart.

Cherry Smoothie: This recipe for a cherry pie smoothie uses oat milk, vanilla extract, and sweet cherries. A touch of brown sugar brings back fond memories even more vividly.

Spinach, Peanut Butter & Banana Smoothie: The classic peanut butter and banana combination is elevated by adding tangy, probiotic-rich kefir. Add some mild-tasting spinach to this peanut butter banana smoothie, and you can increase your daily vegetable intake.

White Bean & Avocado Toast: Creamy and high in fiber, mashed avocado, and white beans are delicious on top of toast. Try it out as a fast meal or snack.

Pecan Butter & Pear Toast: Try this easy toast recipe with three ingredients for a quick meal or snack. The sweetness of the pear complements the nuttiness of the pecan butter.

Ricotta-Berry Crepes: If you want a healthy breakfast option on hand at all times, make a big batch of these simple 3-ingredient crepes and store them in the freezer. Protein-rich ricotta and fiber-rich berries make a store-bought pancake a well-rounded meal.

Coconut Blueberry Smoothie: Add coconut milk and cream to your blueberry smoothie for a tropical twist. This healthy smoothie recipe benefits from adding freshly squeezed orange juice, but bottled orange juice will do in a pinch.

Peanut Butter-Banana Cinnamon Toast: A dash of cinnamon enhances the rich flavor of peanut butter and banana on toast.

Egg Salad, Avocado Toast: This 5-minute healthy breakfast is like a love child between egg salad and avocado toast.

Ricotta & Yogurt Parfait: This healthy breakfast recipe resembles a lemon cheesecake and can be made quickly in the morning. Or, make the filling the night before and store it in a jar; add the fruit, nuts, and seeds in the morning.

Conclusion

Many breakfast staples provide nutrients, stamina, and protein. Start the day with eggs, muesli, and whole-grain cereal.

#healthybreakfast #mascarpone #berriestoast #cinnamon #cherrysmoothie #spinach #peanutbutter #bananasmoothie #avocadotoast #whitebean #pecanbutter #peartoast #ricottaberrycrepes #coconutblueberrysmoothie #ricotta #yogurtparfait

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williowdrake · 1 year

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Dragie and Kitty Adventure Book 1- Version Two

The Food from Planet Tuun

On a sunny day in July, Kitty was looking out the window. Dragie had gone off to find some dragon food and told Kitty to wait for him. Kitty knew that when Dragie found food it was always exotic. Pineapples, blueberries, crepes (which are very thin pancakes basically), tuna, chicken, but the one thing that Kitty could count on was the fact that Dragie always seemed to know what Kitty would like.

As time goes on for ages, (not really ages but when you are only a few inches tall it seems longer), Dragie flies through the room carrying four plates piled high with food. Each plate had different types of food on them. One of the plates had dinner foods on it; things like steak, ramen, chicken, hot dogs, cheeseburgers, fish, fries and tater tots, and even rice with cream wontons, and everything else that you could think of to have for dinner. Another plate has light but filling lunch food, such as; sandwiches of many different kinds including subs, salads, soup and stews, meat pies and hot pockets, tuna, even some tomatoes and other vegetables as well. The third plate had breakfast food on it. So things like omelettes, bacon, sausages, toast (of many kinds), crepes and pancakes, a mix of many different kinds of cereals, fruits of many kinds, bagels and English muffins, butter of many kinds, cream cheese, olives and other vegetables, as well as pop-tarts and doughnuts. The last plate is a dessert platter. There are many types of cheese and crackers, fudge, ice cream in little tart cups, creme brulee, tiramisu, wafer rolls, chips and dip, hummus, dates and figs, snack mixes, chocolate (everything that has chocolate; so chocolate bars and truffles, to candy bars and everything in between), candy, and many other desserts. Dragie lands perfectly beside Kitty and nudges him with his tail.

"I have brought food," Dragie says with a smile.

Kitty turns and looks at Dragie, with his arms full of plates. "So I see." As Kitty takes a blueberry off one of the plates and pops it in his mouth.

Dragie places the food down on the sparkly clean floor and takes a large rib piece and begins to eat it. Kitty begins to ponder what would be the best drinks for washing down the food. He walks to the mini fridge, sensing that Dragie was watching his every move, pausing in his eating, opens the door and peers in. He pulls out some fruit juices, milk (many different kinds, all types of nut juice and whole milk), water, soda, and many other drinks like cold brew coffee and the syrups to flavour the milk. He walks back to Dragie and places the drinks down. Dragie smiles and goes back to eating his tender rib. Kitty walks a few rooms away and Dragie frowns.

Kitty has always been the one to not eat that much. It is not that he can't eat, cause he can eat a lot. It is just that he doesn't want to eat. Dragie does not like when Kitty does things like this, it makes him sad. But little does Dragie know that Kitty is making homemade tea and lemonade. Dragie leaves his post around the food in search to see what Kitty is doing, hesitant he may be.

Dragie flys through rooms slowly in search for Kitty. After the first couple of rooms, Dragie gets nervous and scared. 'Where is Kitty?' he thought frantically. He was flying faster now. He enters the kitchen so lost in his fear and thoughts, that he forgot to watch out where he was flying. Oh no! He'll fly into kitty squeezing some lemons if he is not careful. A small humming filled the air. 'I know that song! That is one of the native American songs that Kitty sings when working. It means that he is close!' He breaks from his thoughts and sees Kitty soon enough so that he could do a nose dive and fly up sharply. When he does this, he flies so close to Kitty that it causes to make a shocked kitty sound. The sound sounds exactly like a young kitten who is able to explore the house alone but while still trying to walk.

Dragie lands next to Kitty, watching Kitty finish making the lemonade. Dragie than takes Kitty and tosses him on his back and with his talons as he grasps the tea and lemonade. He flies fast back to where the plates lay making Kitty eek, he gently places the drinks down and takes Kitty of his back. The look on Kitty's face from flying so high is priceless and he laughs. A full belly laugh, a bit rough from the lack of laughing a lot. Kittys dishevelled look; hair spiked up and whiskers pulled back. This made him look like what would happen if Albert Einstein became Meowbert Stein. Kitty's eyes are wide open but not from his own choosing.

Kitty shakes and his appearance becomes fluffier but at least more like his normal self. "Sorry," Dragie says as he tries to hide his toothy grin. Kitty shakes again, making him return to his normal self completely.

"It's okay." As Kitty tries to fix his bangs from falling in front of his face.

Dragie puts a paw on Kittys. "Stop it, you look cute." Kitty huffs but leaves it. "But now time to eat. "

Kitty looks at all the food and then looks at Dragie. Dragie grabs a crepe and begins to munch on it. Sensing Kitty watching him, he turns his head. Drool is falling in large raindrops on the floor because Dragie loves crepes. Dragie is also looking at Kitty basically saying in little words, eat.

Kitty slowly puts a paw on a cream cheese wonton, never loses eyesight with Dragie. Then quickly puts one end of it in his mouth. Dragie smiles and looks away to get another crepe. Kitty woofs down the rest of the wonton and then reaches for a sausage link and brings it to his lips. Before he can wrap his kitty mouth around the sausage he feels himself being pushed by something. He looks up at Dragie who is eating a bear patty sandwich but shows no sign of using his tail to bring Kitty closer to him. Kitty looks over his shoulder and sees Dragies spiked tail wrapped around him. By the time that he looks up again, and he is next to Dragie, who is looking down at Kitty smiling.

Kitty puts his sausage in his mouth and munches away at it. Dragie reaches for some blueberries. Each one sticking on his claws on his left hand. He bites the blueberries sliding them slowly off his claws, trying not to have the juice down his scales.

A knock sounds at the Kitty and Dragie cave. Kitty and Dragie look at each other, food in both of their mouths. Dragie curls his tail closer to Kitty when Kitty tries to walk closer to the entrance of the cave. Kitty swallows his food and says, "what if something is hurt? We have to save it, Dragie." Dragie nods and walks slowly towards the cave entrance. Protecting Kitty the entire way with his tail. Eventually, they both reach the door. Kitty reaches out and opens the door. A small spiked creature about the same size as an hedgehog runs past Kitty and Dragie.

"Thank you for letting me out of that strange place. It was too cozy from what I am used to." The hedgehog says.

"Welcome," Dragie says.

"Where are you from?" Kitty askes with curiousity.

"I come from a planet called Tuun. My spaceship and I were on a way to a party on Earth for a couple of friends called," He pauses and pulls out these two long rods, sorta like shower rods, and types a few things on them. A hologram appears in between the rods. "Dragie and Kitty. But I seemed to have miscalcuated my route."

"You came down here to throw a party for us?" Dragie asked.

"Are you the ones who were playing in the field several t P today?"

"tP? What is that?" Kitty asked

"t P is the Planck Time. It is how is my people measure time."

"Oh. Well yes, it was our time for some sunshine." Kitty said.

"I have some very fine food from my home planet for you."

"Oooh, food." Dragie says with drool coming out of his mouth.

A flash of light and a whole bunch of food appeared. Dragie took something that looked like trout from the pile and began to eat it. Kitty took a flower that looked like clover and ate it. Before they could thank the small being and even ask if he would like to join them, they heard a loud whirring sound. The both ran towards the window to see a spaceship lift from the air. "I hope you both enjoy the food and the rest of your beautiful day!" A voice calls from the spaceship before it was gone.

"We didn't even to thank him or ask for his name." Kitty said.

"It's okay Kitty, I have a feeling that we will meet him again." Dragie says as he puts a paw on Kitty's shoulders.

The sun begins to fade on another eventful day from the pages of the Dragie and Kitty Adventures.

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major2501 · 1 year

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Living in the Fray: Chapter Eleven

'Good morning Chase fans and welcome to day two of the Convict Chase with me Terry St. Vincent and Naoko Harada Walker! Thanks to Paul for covering the night shift and letting us get some rest so we can be with you for what we hope is another exciting day!'

Terry St. Vincent was an alarmingly happy and cheerful man today especially as he was fronting the Chase show for a change and wasn't in the shadow of Paul Adams. Naoko even got more screen time too which she relished in. Out of the three hosts, Naoko was an actual journalist and hosted many informative documentaries over the years as well as the New Edo ten o'clock news three nights a week. She enjoyed doing something different once in a while to give herself a break from the seriousness and the Chase was the perfect occasion to do so.

'We're coming up for the first twenty four hour mark, meaning we will have thirty hours, twenty three minutes and fifty seven seconds left of this years Chase. If you haven't been watching, here's a recap of the Chase so far.'

Naoko led the way in to a round up segment showing key moments that had happened. Krieger's first kill mere seconds after the Chase had begun, Daisuke Akiyama's disqualification by killing one of his contracts and not one of the cons, followed by Frank's harbour front shooting and then finishing off with Krieger's second kill of convict Andrea Toles by beheading her with her sword, Inazuma.

'So Captain Krieger is currently in the lead with two kills followed by Frank Da Costa with one. Freddie Wilson is yet to get on the scoreboard and Daisuke Akiyama has been disqualified.'

Michael had the right idea and cooked breakfast for everyone as and when they arrived on the Osiris instead of making everything beforehand. They weren't too late though which wasn't that bad. Instead of preparing the weird greasy breakfasts he was made to make at the café place he worked at before he joined the crew he made a wide array of easy dishes. Eggs benedict with fresh muffins from the bakery up the road, lean bacon and homemade hollandaise sauce, fluffy blueberry pancakes, BLT sandwiches on malted toasted bread and even some options for the body building Justin; of scrambled eggs and avocado on whole-wheat toast and protein pancakes made with bananas. Justin was impressed with Michael's cooking and made it clear that he was quite possibly his most favourite person in the galaxy as he knew what to make and make it well.

'Favourite person in the galaxy next to my wife and kids I should say. She'd kill me, if I didn't say that.' Justin cringed a little bit as he corrected himself.

The crew watched the Chase coverage on a small holoscreen mounted in the ships galley as they ate their breakfast. Funnily enough they were watching the Chase Hunters having breakfast. Freddie was in a typical American diner tucking in to what was essentially desert for breakfast; waffles and pancakes. Frank was in some very fancy French Bistro having coffee from a cafetiere with some very intricate pastries and a selection of fresh fruit and yoghurt.

Krieger however was in fact like she had planned, sat in the West End Breakfast Emporium. The English greasy spoon café owned by Ernie and Cindy Carter from good old London, was big enough to hold a fairly small proportion of the British residents of New Edo and coincidentally was the only place on the whole planet that knew what a full English breakfast was. So it got a lot of business; not only from its British regulars but from people who had heard from said Brits that a full English breakfast was the best thing for curing a hangover. And New Edo was the spiritual home of hangovers.

'What can I get you Cas? The usual?' Cindy asked as she wandered up to the table Krieger was just about to sit down at.

'Better make it a large pot of coffee Cindy I got a long day today ahead of me.' She smiled extra hard at Cindy as she saw she was wearing a Team Krieger badge on her apron.

'Sure thing. ERNIE! KRIEGER'S USUAL!' She screamed in the direction of the kitchen at her husband as she walked back behind the counter to fix a pot of coffee for Krieger. Ernie had briefly popped his head out but soon went back in as his wife was advancing.

Krieger's usual wasn't exactly a full English breakfast but it was what she could handle. She went for the standard breakfast but with a few things taken away and a few additions. She never had black pudding or baked beans but supplemented their removal with extra fried mushrooms and an extra hash brown. So on the serving platter sized plate that was eventually presented to her were two fried eggs, three rashers of back bacon, a few plum tomatoes, three hash browns, two pork sausages and a mound of fried button mushrooms with a side of buttered white bread and a huge pot of coffee to wash it all down.

The coffee was the first thing to go. Krieger downed it with an ample amount of milk and sugar that she dumped in to her mug. Cindy graciously brought her out another pot knowing that she would want another. Krieger delved in to her breakfast; shovelling everything in her mouth looking like she barely chewed anything on its way down. Ernie always cooked breakfasts to perfection and this was exactly what she needed right now. She ate everything that was on her plate, mopping up the residual yolky egg with the last piece of bread. Saving Cindy a trip back to her table, Krieger picked up her plate and took it up to the serving counter.

'As always, perfect breakfast.' Krieger said as she handed over her plate to Cindy. Ernie had finally come out of the kitchen in the back, wiping his hands on a blue and white striped tea towel. Krieger noticed Ernie was also wearing a Team Krieger badge on his apron. She approved. Krieger then placed her finger on the scanner on the counter to pay for her breakfast as Ernie began talking.

'Think you're gonna get another today?' Ernie asked while his wife tended to the plate Krieger had given her.

'I hope so, it's up in the air though there's only two cons left and three hunters.'

'Well we're cheering for you anyway Krieger.'

She grinned.

'How much you put down on me winning this year?'

'Five thousand creds.' Ernie chuckled.

'Well I'll do my best and make sure you score big. I better dash, I'll be winning fuck all if I don't get hunting.'

'Stay safe sweetheart.' Cindy called over as Krieger turned to leave. She smiled and waved as she made her way through the door, instantly getting on neural comms to Ronson as her feet hit the pavement.

'Morning babes, you got owt for me?'

'Nothing yet. New Edo's barely woken up and had its first ciggy yet I bet everybody's still hungover from last night, or they're at work already.'

Krieger sighed. She hated slow Chases. It meant a lot of waiting around for nothing to happen and the only time you'd ever really find a con was if you got lucky on your search or if they made the mistake of being pinged on one of the many CCTV cameras dotted around.

'Right.' Krieger squinted her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose as if it would help her think better. 'Um, lets try some profiling see if that gets us anywhere. Get me some info on the cons we have left send it to my ocular.'

'Okay... two secs... There.'

Krieger's left eye HUD lit up with photos of one of the cons and some text showing some statistics; height, ages, weight and so on.

'Okay so this is Jax. Real name unknown but it was changed by deed poll years ago. Six foot two, two hundred and five pounds of what seems to be pure muscle, mixed race black and white. Associated with the Outer World Liberation Front as a mere foot soldier. That's all I got on him, seems like the OWLF are pretty good at getting rid of or fabricating information.'

'You don't think he could be one of their suicide bombers?

'Possibly, they tend to leave that up to the brainwashed underlings. They usually get them to assassinate difficult to reach targets without any regards to the consequences.'

'And is Jax one of them? You got his arrest record?' Krieger questioned. Knowing what some of the OLWF minions were like from previous attacks; if Jax was a disposable soldier then he was most likely going after somebody important or he was planning on bombing somewhere or a whole bunch of people during his time out of jail. Krieger was thinking the latter. The mission was never quite over for them and prison wouldn't stop them from finishing it.

'Ookay.' Ronson started. 'He was arrested a few times back on Earth when he was a member of an Animal Rights Group. Cut to the new galaxy and he's only had two arrests, one for punching a police officer during a supposedly peaceful protest and the second arrest is what landed him in prison. Bombed the trade docks on Moralis. They caught him shortly after about to set a bomb off on the Boston Swing Bridge from the mainland to the dock island.'

'He's not coming out any time soon. You get any breakfast yet?' Krieger asked.

'In a mo, they're replenishing to buffet table soon. Erik can't half put it away.'

Krieger smiled a little imagining Erik towering over the buffet table loading up on whatever he could fit on a plate. She brought herself back round to the real world and lit a cigarette as she walked through the streets. New Edo was wide awake by now and people were going about their business as normal. Of course a bunch of the pubs were already teaming with people watching the Chase on their holoscreens with a cheeky morning pint.

'So what about the last guy, Clements?'

'Sending info now.'

Krieger received the information again on her left eye HUD with more blurb about Clement and a few more pictures that cycled through on a slideshow. They were only shown a few photos of each con before the Chase started. Either way, none of them were good photos.

'Jesus Christ he looks like he fuck a warm muffin.'

Krieger could hear Ronson choking slightly at the comment she made. She could hear him giggle a bit then heard him drinking something, followed by a small cough as if he were trying to compose himself.

'Never mind fucking warm muffins, this sick bastard had a penchant for drunk women and little girls.'

'Oh this guys getting torn to pieces. I'd even let the others do it so long as he suffers.'

'Well nobody has seen him at all. I've had a look at some of his psyche reports and this guy is evil. Nine counts of rape on adult women, five of which were murdered and four counts of sexual abuse on minors; one he molested and raped on and off over 3 years and two of which he also killed. The last one committed suicide several years later when she was only thirteen.'

'He has a compulsion by the sound of it. How long has he been locked up for?'

'Three years and seven months.'

'And he's on the nonce wing?'

'Yep, far away from Gen Pop.'

Krieger's skin was crawling just thinking about this awful excuse for a human being. She figured Ronson was lousy at the thought of this guy too.

'So he's been in all that time, away from everybody else. Yeah he's either gonna keep his head down or he's out to get his jollies one last time before he gets slotted.'

'That's what I think he'd do.' Ronson sighed deeply.

'Ugh I hate when they send pedos for the Chase. I mean this is a fucked up planet but we have barely any of those sick fucks.' Krieger shook her head.

'Even New Edo resident pedos don't last five minutes when they get outed, the locals go after them.'

'Well one of us better get to him before they do. It's still a competition.'

'You better get cracking then. Last proper full day and night to search for these arseholes.'

Krieger could hear a slight sense of urgency in Ronson's voice, meaning he wanted her to wrap this up as soon as possible and get those final kills in. She knew damn well he had a shopping list with expensive things on it waiting to be checked off during a spree and the Chase win money Krieger would give him would pay for it all. He had the money to begin with but he never wanted to dip in to that. Krieger thought it was funny but to be honest, she was exactly the same. The pair of them came from backgrounds that never allowed treating themselves or excessive spending thanks to a disposable income. But now after amassing a huge amount of money they learned how to budget for their treats and daily living expenses; spend money coming to you, not what you already have saved. Krieger knew Ronson was eying up some designer clothing and a brand new kitchen for his apartment. Bespoke as well.

The crew of the Osiris were now busy milling about the ship after the fabulous breakfast Michael had prepared. While they were all enjoying the Chase so far, they were looking forward to the trades holiday that came directly after. The trades holiday happened every year directly after the Chase; three days of all factories on New Edo closing to allow all their staff time for rest and to allow deep cleaning crews and engineers to come in and make everything ship shape and Bristol fashion. But of course with this being New Edo, it meant that those three days would be spent drunk. The crew of the Osiris however like a lot of the people off during this time would spend most of the holiday down at the beach. Sometimes without Krieger if she had been seriously injured during the Chase and had to spend time in a tank of MediGel down at the local clinic. She tried to make sure that didn't happen though, she'd rather spend time with her crew at the beach than stark bollock naked in a tank of some mad perfluorocarbon-esq goop that felt and smelt like wallpaper paste.

'I don't think the boss is gonna get the next one.' Jess spoke up.

'I don't think she will either.' Faye added.

The other's looked at them both, wondering if this sudden outburst was some kind of psychic twin moment. Jess was already placing a bet on who she thought was get the next kill. Faye was doing the same on another betting site. Michael was wondering if they were all in on it, as if Krieger was not getting certain kills on purpose to benefit the crew who were betting on her. He thought against it, she did seem pretty pissed off when she didn't get to Frank's kill on time to steal it from him.

Michael then thought he'd stick a bet on his Boss to win. He had a few hundred credits going spare saved over from his last pay check so he decided to stick a hundred credits down on Krieger to win overall. He'd get a pretty decent return on that bet if she won so he'd have a bit more to stick in his savings pot.

The crew watched their Boss on screen as she walked through the streets of New Edo, stopping occasionally to chat to a few people and sign a few autographs. Eventually the cameras following her were lead to Hideki's bar. The footage then cut from Krieger to Freddie and Frank who were both still having an elongated breakfast. Freddie could be seen from outside Joe's Twenty Four Hour Diner which did an awesome burger and amazing fried chicken but served anything that could be considered dessert as breakfast. Frank however was doing the usual of sitting outside one of the nicer bistros enjoying a leisurely breakfast of pastries, fruit and coffee. And of course it being Frank, several good looking women were sat at his table flirting away with him.

Daytime was usually slow on the Chase. Most of the programme during the daytime and afternoon was filled with segments about greatest kills or spectacular fails from previous years; Krieger appearing many times in both and sometimes with Frank as their competition with each other sometimes came to a head. Frank and Krieger were kill stealers, especially with each other. Frank's most remembered steal from Krieger was when he got some of his big American Football/Rugby playing sports mates to literally tackle and carry her away from her target she was just about to shoot. Krieger's most remembered steal was when Frank was about to shoot his target, but she threw an egg and cress sandwich at his head and it smacked him straight in the face; the egg concoction clung to his face and slid down right on to his designer suede jacket. Frank lost his shit. Krieger lost her sandwich.

'What's the Boss doing at Hideki's' Michael asked his crew mates bar Zach who were all back in the rec room of the Osiris, watching the Chase day two on the big holoscreen. 'They got information for her?'

'Yep.' Devin answered. 'She has a bit of a network who relay info to the guys at Hideki's and Bab's at her bar.'

'Hunters are only allowed to communicate with their handlers via the neuromod, but they are allowed to collect info by other means.' Tony added as he sipped at a hot mug of coffee.

It dawned on Michael that he knew bugger all about the Chase. In fact he knew bugger all about what was going on in the rest of the galaxy. If it wasn't for his workmates he'd still be in the dark about everything.

'She's probably having a mid-morning pint too.' Tony chuckled.

Krieger was absolutely going to have a mid-morning pint. Hideki's bar was quite busy for this early time in the morning but it was also quiet due to some specific customers. There were a small group of Voxon males sat around one of the big tables, all looking at a pitcher of beer with empty glasses in front of them.

'Oh shit.' Krieger said over neurocomms to Ronson as she walked in to the bar. 'There's a bunch of Voxon in Hideki's.'

'Ooof, good luck with that.' Ronson replied.

Krieger sailed past the group and leant on the bar, looking up at Hideki who had been wiping down the counters with a pleading look in her eyes saying "pint now, I beg of you!" He complied instantly without saying a word.

'Oh! Look! That's Captain Cassandra Krieger of the Osiris! Hello Captain. Please come and join us in the drinking of alcoholic beverages.'

Hideki slid the fresh pint over to Krieger with a touch of a grin on his face at what one of the Voxon group who recognised her.

'Here's your alcoholic beverage Captain.' He said through his grin. Krieger picked up the glass and gave Hideki a look consisting of annoyance with a touch of venom. Time to be nice in the face of perfection.

#cyberpunk #science fiction #scifi #cyberpunk aesthetic #original fiction #writing #novel writing #fiction writing #original story #strong female characters #strong female lead

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omg denise speaking of snacks what kind of snacks do u recommend that are super easy to make? trying to get into the whole cooking thing slowly

easy to make snacks!! good question :) i like to keep stuff in the house to make snacks that are high in protein bc i'm bad at rmring to eat...so:

controversial opinion but i love any and all snacks including tuna salad...canned tuna (SOLID WHITE, not chunk, it's a lil more expensive but much better) with mayo, garlic powder, a little bit of dijon mustard, red onion, celery. i eat this w crackers, with rice and eggs, on sandwiches, etc

rice and eggs in general is a certified perfect snack

speaking of eggs: EGG SALAD! hard boiled eggs (i usually put eggs in water, bring to a boil, then turn off the heat and let sit for 10 mins or so, then put in an ice bath). squish them up w fork and tbh all u need to add is mayo + maybe salt, and eat it on a bagel, sandwich, etc

i like chicken salad too. you can buy a rotisserie chicken or cook it yourself (if i do this i usually poach in chicken broth with lemon/garlic). shred it, add mayo, greek yogurt, lemon juice, red onion, celery, s&p, eat on sandwiches

ramen is a good snack that's easy to elevate :) i usually just cook as normal and add like half the seasoning packet, soy sauce, sesame oil, rice vinegar, garlic powder, and sriracha or sambal. then i add an egg if i'm pretty hungry

this is controversial but QUICHE CAN BE A SNACK! and it's shockingly easy. buy a premade crust, whisk like 5-6 eggs with a little cream, add some other stuff (veggies, cheese, meat, honestly most combos that sound good will work...lmk if u want ideas) and bake it on 350 til it's done (usually 30-40 mins). microwave for a minute or so to heat it up. you can make your own pie crust if you want, it's not too hard and any recipe you find online would work (i've used this in the past but they're all similar)

bfast sandwiches are a good snack. i like to keep bacon or some other protein in the house. cook an egg (however you like!), melt some cheese on top by steaming it under the pan lid for 30 secs, also cook your meat, add the egg/cheese + meat to toasted bagel/english muffin/bread/etc. i always add mayo bc im crazy. bfast burritos are the same idea! they can be meal prepped at once and frozen too :)

quesadillas :) i cannot stress this enough...GET YOUR PAN HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! //THEN// add vegetable/avocado/some neutral oil (not butter, the milk fat will burn quickly and it's not worth it, sorry to be controversial...ghee would work tho). if you're not sure if it's ready, flick a few water drops in...if they sizzle it's hot. put a tortilla down, add cheese (pre-shredded blend is fine!!) + garlic powder + whatever else you want. either flip one side over or add another tortilla if you want two. cook till brown then flip. if you got the pan hot enough (but not too hot! does not need to be smoking!) it'll be beautiful and crispy

nachos..layer tortilla chips with shredded cheese and refried beans (i usually add a little warm water to canned beans so they're a better consistency)....bake at 350 for like 10 mins (you just need to melt the cheese really). add salsa, guac or avocado, sour cream, onion, corn, cilantro, etc...whatever you like on nachos

#i feel like i may have more ideas when im sober but i hope this is helpful fjxfjsdf #genuienly cannot tell #food #ask #anonymous

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aughtpunk · 3 years

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BREAD BREAD BREAD BREAD BREAD

Toast always lands jelly-side-down around Crowley.

This does not seem to be a big deal at first. After all, even if you take into consideration the thousands upon thousands of meals he and Aziraphale shared it still wasn’t likely that any toast would fall during that time. Toast tended to stay put on the table. It’s toast. And, one might even argue, of course the toast is going to land jelly-side down. That side’s heavier. It only makes sense.

Which is what Aziraphale always thought until he held a piece of toast roughly a finger’s length over a plate and dropped it only for the bread to defy all laws of physics and land jelly-side-down anyway. He then went on to test it with jam, preserves, marmalades, compote, and even had one go with peanut butter. Every piece of toast landed spread-side-down no matter the height in which it was dropped. After he had ruined nearly half of a loaf worth of toast Aziraphale decided this was A Demon Thing and left it at that.

***

Toast always lands butter-side-up around Aziraphale.

At first Crowley assumed this was An Angel Thing. It certainly sounded like an angel-thing. Forever blessed by Her Grace to protect her flock from ever having to wipe butter off the kitchen floor with a paper towel. Crowley had even went out of his way to see if the type of bread mattered. After making his way through the local bread aisle he went on to try bread-adjacent test subjects like bagels, croissants, muffins, scones, and even the most hellish breakfast item he could think of: an english muffin. All landed butter-side up.

What Crowley didn’t know is that this wasn’t An Angel Thing. Why would it be? Aziraphale was the only angel who enjoyed eating enough to go out of his way to butter a slice of toast. In reality this was An Aziraphale Thing, as no bread or bread-adjacent food item wanted to hurt Aziraphale’s feelings by landing the wrong side down. Even breakfast items couldn’t stand to see him disappointed. It was for the best that Crowley didn’t know this. Being on the same emotional wavelength as bread would just be too much for his demonic heart to take.

***

As always, it was the humans who mucked things up.

Aziraphale and Crowley hadn’t meant to befriend the humans they met at the end of the world. Usually they did their best to keep away from humanity. Nothing personal, of course, it just never seemed worth a bother considering they would be dead before you really got to know them. Better to admire humans from afar and help/hinder any of the mayflies that wandered across their path.

(Neither man would ever admit that the exact opposite was true. In fact, it was really easy to truly know a human inside and out in a short amount of time. Even easier to befriend them, or love them. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? The short amount of time. Both men carried a graveyard of memories in their hearts. And with every gravestone there would always be that promise--never again, keep them distant, it’s not worth it--only for them to dig burial plot when another human entered their lives. But enough about that. We’re here to talk about bread.)

They were prepared to leave the humans to their now-normal lives right up until the lot of them showed up at Aziraphale’s shop one morning demanding answers. Turns out that there was just enough non-humanity around them to trip up their brain’s instinct to forget everything that had happened. Every time one of their memories started to slip another person would clear their throat and loudly ask if anyone else was visited by aliens that day to make it all come crashing back.

In the end it was decided they should all get together once a month for a nice cup of tea at Anathema’s place. Aziraphale agreed if only to make sure there were no odd side effects from Adam’s meddling. Crowley agreed simply because the other option was getting poked with a large silver pin over and over until he confessed his nipple amounts. They were both lying to themselves, but that was fine too.

(Don’t worry, we’re getting to the bread)

They were all having a nice conversation about how Crowley invented showing up fifteen minutes late with Starbucks to balance out Aziraphale’s invention of showing up fifteen minutes early with a dozen donuts when Adam lost his grip on his marmalade drenched scone and helplessly watched as it landed face-down with a large squelch.

“That’s Crowley’s doing too,” Aziraphale said with a sigh, “toast landing jelly-side-down I mean.”

“Come on angel, it’s not like I’m doing it on purpose!” Crowley pointed accusingly at Aziraphale, “at least I’m not bending reality to keep butter from getting all over the carpet.”

“I’m sorry?” Anathema asked after the awkward silence went on a moment too long.

“Toast always lands butter-side-up around my angel here,” Crowley said willfully ignoring the fact he said my angel, “go on, test it.”

Anathema took a scone, slathered the top with butter, held over the edge of the table and let go.

The scone landed butter-side-up.

She picked the scone up, held it butter-side-down, and dropped it.

Butter-side-up.

She didn’t even see it flip around.

“I don’t know why, but somehow that’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to us yet.” Said Madame Tracy.

At that point both celestials and humans alike might have gone back to their tea and forgotten the whole toast-jam-butter thing ever happened, but Newt just had to ask a question. That’s what humans did after all. They got in trouble by asking questions. No wonder Aziraphale and Crowley liked them so much.

“So, wait, what happens if you spread butter and jam on the same side?”

Aziraphale and Crowley stared blankly at Newt.

“You haven’t thought to try that?” Asked Madame Tracy.

They turned to stare at each other.

“Aren’t you like, thousands of years old?” Asked Adam.

For the first time in millennia the angel and demon were speechless.

Anathema waited to see if the odd moment would pass and, when it didn’t, quietly admitted that she had a fresh loaf of bread in the kitchen.

***

We are at the bread part.

***

Or, as it would be known, The Bread Incident.

***

“So do we drop it on it’s side?” Newt asked as he placed the buttered-and-jam-covered slice back on the plate. “Or like, spin it around first?”

Adam perked up, “What if you tossed it up in the air like a pizza?”

“Do not.” Anathema said, not wanting to deal with her ceiling while she was already worrying about the state of the floor.

“Oh just shove it off the table!” Madam Tracy said, waving the butter-and-jam covered butter knife around. “More natural that way.”

Aziraphale nodded in agreement. “That does sound like the best approach. Ready, my dear?”

Crowley sighed. “This is it. This is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done.”

“Oh darling, I’m almost certain raising the wrong boy for eleven years was far more idiotic than this.”

“You did what now?” Anathema asked, only for her question to be forgotten by Adam pushing the plate experimental toast off the table. The ceramic plate landed on the kitchen floor with a gentle ting, its form unshattered by a well-timed miracle on Aziraphale’s part. Every eye--human and celestial alike--went from the plate to the piece of toast hanging nervously in the air.

Somehow this didn’t shock any of them.

“I feel weird.” Adam said, finally breaking the silence.

“Me too.” Said Newt.

“There’s a powerful feeling of ennui radiating off that toast.” Madam Tracy said.

“We’ve done it,” Anathema said, “we’ve caused a slice of toast to have an existential crisis.”

“Perhaps it just needs a moment to think?” Asked Aziraphale.

“To think about what? It’s bread, angel!”

The toast exploded, sending bits of burnt jam-and-butter across the kitchen and across most of the guests. They stood there in silence, each looking to the other for some sort of explanation. Perhaps a bit of comfort. Newt was the first one to break, muttering about getting some wet cloths for everyone.

“Angel.” Crowley finally said.

“Yes, my dear boy?”

“Let’s never speak of this again.”

“Yes, I think that is the best course of action, my dear.”

The group of humans and non-humans proceeded to test the butter-jam-bread a good dozen more times, each explosion as sticky as the last.

#Good Omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #Aziraphale #This is so stupid #I'm back baby

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“Whipped Cream” - Part 3 | Nanami Kento fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Taking cooking classes seemed like a nice way to relax and sharpen your skills, too bad the teacher hates you.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: nsfw, explicit content not suitable for minors, oral-giving and receiving, fingering

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: Part 3 took forever because of a busy week, I really apologize for that! Part 4 will come out sooner, hopefully tomorrow if everything goes well haha. As always, please excuse any mistakes!

♡ ♡ ♡ previous parts: Part 1, Part 2

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.6k

Saturday at 5 PM, you stared at the message so many times it felt like it was imprinted in your retina. Just the day and the hour, because he must have thought that no other details were necessary.

You couldn’t concentrate the whole day and because of that you ended up messing your end of the week report. That translated in staying overtime and missing your Friday cooking class. When you sent Nanami a message telling him you probably couldn’t make it, he bluntly replied that you need to contact their secretary because she is the one who handles the schedule. Funny, he had no problem contacting you when it came to setting up a meeting for that lesson.

You were so tired when you reached your apartment that you didn’t even bother with dinner, you just took a shower and rolled into bed. Despite your hard day, you simply couldn’t fall asleep. What in God’s given name made you think you could pull this off? Starting an affair with your teacher, like some high school fantasy, except you weren’t a teen anymore and you knew the consequences. On the other hand, you were both adults and it’s not like a relationship between the two of you would be so scandalous. Except, this wasn’t a relationship, and you needed to remind yourself that.

Sleep finally took hold of you and you woke up on Saturday morning feeling like you had wrestled a bear. So much for a good night sleep to help with your complexion. You had cancelled all previous plans you had for the day, despite the whining of your best friend whom you were supposed to meet in the afternoon, and focused on getting ready for your lesson. You weren’t this nervous even on the day of your prom.

Bath, scrub, face mask, the whole deal and you hoped his dick was worth all this effort. When it came to clothes, obviously you chose a skirt this time around, because weren’t you such a nice girl, and a light coloured buttoned shirt. You wanted something simple, classy, that fitted your body well enough but wouldn’t scream ‘I want you to fuck me on your desk’, although that was the plan.

When it was nearly a quarter past 4, you grabbed your bag, coat and car keys and headed out the door. The car ride took longer than usual, due to the whole Saturday traffic, and you were starting to get impatient.

If you had any confidence that you could actually pull this off, it all disappeared the second you set foot in the elevator that would lead you to the lobby. Seeing your reflection in the metal doors made everything feel very real and you actually thought of turning back. Yet as the doors opened, you stepped out and took a deep breath. At the end of the day you were also here to learn what you had missed on the previous classes, thus you could just do that and refuse the extra lesson.

With that thought in mind, and new found confidence, you moved towards the reception desk, surprised that you didn’t find anyone there. Actually, the whole place looked empty, such a contrast from the busy week days.

You walked to your classrooms and when you reached the door you gave it a light knock.

“Come in.”

Nanami’s voice startled you, as though you were surprised that he was actually there. You opened the door slowly and peeked inside, finding him reading the newspaper with his glasses on. The image kind of shocked you, it seemed so domestic that your mind couldn’t help but wonder how he would look sitting like this at your kitchen table, early in the morning, with his blond hair slightly messy, a large cup of steaming coffee in front of him. You shook your head, pushing such silly thoughts aside. Daydreaming of something that will never happen wouldn’t do you any good.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Don’t be silly.” He took off his reading glasses and folded the newspaper neatly. “You are surprisingly on time for once.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment before stepping inside and closing the door.

“Place feels kind of empty.”

“That’s because I don’t have my employees work on weekends.” His what now? Seeing your surprised expression he continued. “I own this school.” Well that explained the expensive car.

“Now then, let’s not waste anymore time, we have two recipes we need to make.” With that said, you put your apron on and work began.

For almost an hour and a half you worked on your Paris Brest and then on the perfect poached eggs. It made quite a difference to have such a skilled cook by your side giving you instruction left and right. His attitude was different from your previous classes but maybe this was also because this time you were keen to listen and learn.

It was quite a nice atmosphere and you felt yourself relax while doing what you enjoyed most. Time seemed to pass by in an instant and now your dessert was in the fridge while the two eggs that you had made were eaten with toasted English muffins that Nanami had baked himself earlier that day.

After everything was done, you two began to clean the dishes. He explained that the cleaning lady that usually took care of them at the end of every class will only be back on Monday morning and he didn’t want to leave them in the sink.

“Seems everything is in order now.” He placed the very last bowl in the cabinet before turning to look at you. “I think it’s time we start our extra lesson.”

You stood there, almost petrified, as his hands reached for your apron and slowly took it off. A mix of emotions washed over you as he took you gently by the wrist and you followed him into the nearby office.

With a click, the door was locked and his lips were now hungrily devouring yours. You leaned back on the closed door as your arms wrapped around his shoulders for support. Your worries seemed to disappear as his hands began to trace every single curve of your body. When he pulled away from the kiss you were both out of breath, a glimpse of hunger reflecting in your eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” He looked at you with just a hint of concern and you nodded shortly. You wanted this, no doubt about it, but would you be able to handle the consequences?

“Why me?” Your words took him by surprise and he pulled away just slightly.

“Why not you?”

“I’m not joking, I need to know-”

“If you can trust me?” He let out a small chuckle and his hand gently caressed your cheek. “You remind me of someone. I felt it the second I saw you in my class and if life taught me anything is that I shouldn’t ignore my instinct.” With that he pulled away and reached for the door knob.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, I’ve told you that last time. You can just walk out the door and-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, your hands grabbing the collar of his white shirt, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Every single part of you wanted him. You wanted to know how he felt like, how he tasted like, you wanted him to know what you tasted like. You didn’t bother asking him whom you reminded him of, it didn’t matter. This wasn’t going to be a relationship, no point in complicating things.

“Well, you sure answered my question.” He looked amused when you finally pulled away, yet that amusement was quickly replaced by a serious expression.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want this.”

“Did you already forget the rules?”

“I really want this...sir.”

With a quick movement he pulled you to the couch. He positioned your body so that your hands were gripping the back pillows while your knees were resting on the cushion. His hands came from behind to cup your breasts and he began to massage them gently through the fabric.

“I see you chose to wear a skirt today. Isn’t it a bit chilly outside?” He seemed amused as his right hand rested between your thighs while the left continued to knead your chest. His hands were quite skilful, just a few touches and you could already feel your panties sticking to your wet core.

“I’m giving you extra points for wearing something that would give me...easier access.” His hand ventured furthered up your thigh and brushed against the fabric of your panties, making you shudder from head to toe. God, he was moving so slow, it was almost torture.

Just as you were about to ask him to touch you more, he retrieved his hand and practically ripped your shirt opened. He harshly pulled on your bra, releasing your breasts before cupping them and twisting your nipples between his fingers. The movements were so sudden that you let out a shriek, a feeling of painful delight washing over you.

“Not so loud.” He whispered in your ear, voice low and filled with lust. You wondered if there were other people in the building. He said that the other employees didn’t work on weekends but you were sure there must have been security guards. You needed to keep your voice down no matter how much you wanted to scream his name.

His hands left your breasts, moving down to grip your waist before moving down further at the hem of your skirt. He pulled the material up to reveal your ass and you felt your face turning bright red. You turned to look at him and caught his hungry expression as his eyes were fixed on your clothed crotch.

“Pulled them down.” You blinked, your mind not being able to register his words. “Pull your panties down.” You sucked in a breath and with shaking hands you let go of the couch frame before moving to pull your panties down to your knees.

The cold air from the room made you shiver, or was it perhaps the way he was now inspecting you with his eyes. You never felt more exposed, sitting with your legs spread, pussy twitching hoping for any kind of attention from his part. As though he could read your mind, he parted your legs even further, burying his face between them.

When you felt his hot breath on you swollen lips you thought you were going to scream in frustration. He didn’t make you wait long, his mouth eating you out like you were his favourite desert. You let your forehead rest on your arm and bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly. His tongue began to vigorously lap on your juices as one of his fingers pushed inside of you. He began to pump his finger in a slow rhythm, stretching you as much as possible before adding another digit.

“So close...please. Please, sensei.” You didn’t even know what you were saying, words and gasps were just escaping your lips uncontrollably. Feeling your walls clenching around his fingers, Nanami let his tongue push against your clit, causing you to whimper.

The hand that wasn’t working on your hole moved up your body, caressing your breast before twisting the nipple. By this time you were moving your hips back against his hand, furiously meeting his thrusts. He suddenly pushed his digits further, deep inside of you and sucked harshly on your clit, sending you over the edge.

Every single muscle in your body tensed and you knew that if you could scream, it would shatter you. Your climax came with hushed sobs, tearing through you like lighting. He retrieved his fingers from inside your hole as your eyes opened, still bleary with tears. You looked at the wall, trying to adjust your vision, before glancing back at his devilish smile. He must have felt damn proud to make you cum like this.

“That was good, you came beautifully for me.” He brushed the sweat away from your forehead before placing a gentle kiss. You watched him as he pulled back, his hand reaching for the zipper of his pants.

He didn’t have to say anything, your heart pounding in your chest as you moved your position. You were now on your knees on the soft carpet, waiting eagerly for him to release his cock. He held himself with one hand while the other reached for the back of your head, giving you a little push.

You took that as your sign and licked your lips before moving your face closer. You opened your mouth and he guided himself deep inside of you. Your pussy was dripping and you found yourself pumping your hips in time with his movements. You felt that he was close, his thrusts becoming almost frantic.

He pumped into you a few more times before letting out a groan and erupting into your mouth. You eagerly took all that he had to offer, and despite the gagging reflex, you managed to swallow everything. He looked down at you with the same devilish smile before pulling you off of him slowly.

“You did good, for most part.”

“I think I did perfect, sir.” You tried to stand up but your knees felt weak so he offered you his hand.

“Cheeky already? Although I suppose we’re finished for today.” You agreed, feeling satisfied for now.

After getting yourself cleaned and rearranging your wrinkled clothes, you both sat down on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his hand rubbed your back. You could have fallen asleep just like this, although you knew it was only a matter of minutes before you had to part.

“What do you think of your first lesson?”

“Didn’t learn much, did I?” His hand reached for one of your cheeks and he gave it a light pinch.

“Well then I apologize, I promise to be stricter for our next lessons.” His words might have sounded like a joke but the intensity of his gazed made your stomach do flips.

“You should go home.” You nodded and slowly got up from the couch.

He stood as well and went to unlock and open the door. As you stood in the door frame you gazed up at him and hoped for a kiss goodbye but he made no movement. Once the door was opened your relationship went back to a normal student-teacher one.

“I’ll be seeing you on Monday. No more excuses.” His face was stern this time, as to make you understand that skipping classes was no longer accepted.

“On Monday, and for the extra lesson-”

“I’ll text you.” That was all and you knew the conversation was over. You said your short farewells before you grabbed your coat and bag and left the classroom.

You reached your apartment and threw all your clothes in the laundry basket, feeling the need to take a shower but at the same time wanting this sticky feeling between your legs to last longer. After each meeting with Nanami you ended up craving more and more of his touch. You couldn’t wait for the next private lesson, but until then you had to play nice and attend the classes during the week.

As the hot water washed over your body your mind drifted to Nanami’s face, how concentrated he looked when he was giving you instructions, how relaxed he looked while reading the paper, how pleased he looked when you finished the desert. Your eyes suddenly popped open and you let out swear. You had forgotten the desert in the fridge-all that work and you didn’t even get to taste it.

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami kento x reader

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oldshrewsburyian · 3 years

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If you're still doing intimacy drabbles/ficlets, I would love to see the Carnahan siblings with 25 and/or 108, please :o)

Hello, and yes I am, steadily working through a list! I read these prompts and thought "Oh, how sweet!" and then my brain betrayed me and led me into angst in the photographic studio. This got long.

The tailor’s box is sitting on the hall table when they come in for their tea.

“Oh,” says Evie, her hat still in her hand.

“Cheer up, old mum,” says her brother, rescuing the hat before she squashes it permanently out of shape. “Maybe Shepherd’s put the buttons on wrong. Maybe the trousers aren’t regulation length.”

“You know he hasn’t, and you know they are.”

“Yes, all right, I know he hasn’t, and I know they are. Come along, we have muffins to toast.”

Evie shakes herself slightly. “Right,” she says, and trails along in Jonathan’s wake. She finds herself wondering about how often she has done this, how familiar she has become with the view of his back. She tries not to wonder how often she will do this ordinary thing in the future; it feels like bad luck.

She makes the tea mechanically. She knows how many leaves to put in, how to swirl the pot gently, how to pour her own cup before Jonathan’s, letting his steep while he toasts the last muffin. She knows when to put more hot water in the pot.

When the pot is empty and the shadows are lengthening around them, Jonathan, licking butter noisily from his fingers, says: “Come on, Evie, out with it.”

She takes a sharp breath. “We haven’t finished our Iliad reading,” she says in a small voice. She knows he won’t be fooled.

“True enough,” says Jonathan. “And your Greek still needs work.”

“It’s different from Attic,” says Evie defensively; this is an old argument.

“Mm.” After a pause, he adds softly, “Think of it as insurance.”

“Insurance?”

“Well, a charm, if you prefer, sister of mine. ‘Be all danger warded from this man lest he not correct my pronunciation when reading about Patroclus’ funeral games.’ You can write it out and stick it in an amulet.“

“If I were going to make you an amulet, I’d put in a prayer to Wepwawet, opener of the ways.”

“Suit yourself,” says Jonathan carelessly.

Evie chews her lip. Part of her wishes he would take the whole thing more seriously; part of her thinks that she could not bear his rare gravity, not now. On the whole, she decides the safest course of action is to get out of the room before she starts to cry. “I should change for dinner,” she says; “my hem’s filthy.” And she scrambles up off the hearthrug.

“Oi!” calls Jonathan after her. “I don’t see why I should have to put on a boiled shirt because you have two inches of good English earth on your dress.”

“Last one down’s a rotten egg,” says Evie, and flees helter-skelter up the stairs.

She does not make her request until they have finished the soup and the fish. “Jonathan,” says Evie without preamble, “will you go to a photographic studio with me?”

“Will I what?”

“It doesn’t have to be in London,” says Evie quickly, as if that were the point at issue. “Mr. Haynes in the village will do it.”

“I am certainly not going to stand to attention for the edification and benefit of Mr. Haynes in the village.”

Evie suppresses a sigh.

“A photographic studio,” continues Jonathan, his voice rising with his temper. “A photographic studio, forsooth. This from the woman who has resisted — nobly, I might add — every attempt at beautification and display from hair-combing to long skirts on principle, and made only the necessary concessions to hairpins. And suddenly you want to go to a photographic studio. Are you going to get a silver frame or one of those leather cases? Do you want a lock of my hair as well?”

“Jonathan, don’t, please.”

“Just in case?” he demands. “Something to remember me by?”

“Don’t,” begs Evie again, more urgently, and then presses her lips very firmly together. She stares fixedly at the epergne, trying not to cry.

“Evie.”

“I’m sorry,” she says miserably, still not looking at him. “I’m sorry. I just…” She swallows past the lump in her throat. “I’m going to miss you,” she says.

They wait for the plates to be cleared in unhappy silence. To her surprise, when they are again alone, her brother gets up from his end of the table, and comes to stand behind her chair. “Evie,” he says again, very gently. His hands rest on her shoulders; she does not move to cover them with her own, lest she betray her trembling or his. “Evie.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “I’ve been a beast.”

“No you haven’t.”

“Handsomely said, if slightly meretricious.” There is a pause. “I yield,” he says, “to the photographic studio. But I draw the line at Haynes-in-the-village.”

“Thank you,” says Evie.

“Come on,” says Jonathan, “stop looking like an illustration of Andromache on the battlements or something and scandalize the servants by drinking port with me.”

Evie sniffs, and wipes her eyes with her napkin. “All right.”

They duly go up to London together, Evie neatly arrayed in dark silk, their mother’s carved brooch at her neck. In defiance of their respective finery, they eat sandwiches with plenty of mustard in the train. Miraculously, they are both still presentable when they ascend a surprisingly narrow stair to a surprisingly light room near Euston Station.

The photographer is a slightly weedy middle-aged man, with thinning hair and a pale cast of countenance. Evie thinks that he looks as though he might have spent most of his life beneath his dark curtain, viewing the inverted world through his plates. He mutters conventional phrases at them. The more mild his platitudes, the blacker Jonathan’s mood appears to become. Still, they both dutifully arrange themselves, seated and standing and leaning on a carved chair or an obviously spurious Ionic pillar.

“They could have tried to make the volutes more convincing,” whispers Evie, and wins from her brother his first smile.

The photographer, peering over his machine at them, smiles benevolently. “Sweethearts, then?” he says.

“Ha!” Jonathan gives a bark of laughter, and Evie nearly falls off the pillar in shock.

“No!” She clutches at the unconvincing volutes for support. “Absolutely not!”

Jonathan raises a hand to his brow in a pantomime of dismay, grinning all the while. “She sounds so horrified!” he complains. “The very idea! You’ll make the poor girl faint,” he says, and grabs playfully at Evie’s waist.

“Ow, don’t!” shrieks Evie, digging him in the ribs, bent on revenge. When they are both more or less recovered and upright, his hands laced lightly at the small of her back, the photographer’s lightbulb makes its characteristic explosion.

“Oh,” says Evie, startled.

Jonathan puts his elbow on her shoulder, crossing one ankle rakishly over the other. “Brother and sister,” he informs the photographer.

“That,” says the man dryly, “I had gathered.”

In the end, to the professional’s feigned dismay, they reject unanimously the formal poses with chair and fern and pillar. Instead, they decide on the series they had taken between fits of laughter, including the one where Evie is wearing Jonathan’s hat.

“I like this one best,” says Evie softly, pointing to the one where they are gazing at each other, Jonathan’s uniform slightly rumpled from her attempts to tickle him.

“Good,” says her brother, putting his arm around her waist. “Happy, old mum?”

Evie leans into his side. She cannot say: I don’t want you to go. She’s afraid that if she says simply that she is grateful, she will spoil their fragile peace.

“Very,” she says firmly. “Now, tell me where you want me to buy you a drink.” In the street, she clutches their package of photographs closely to her, allowing Jonathan to pilot her by the elbow. She does not know whether she prays to Wepwawet of the ways or the Christ of the village church or Pallas Athena herself, but she prays: please, please, let him come home.

#the mummy #i'm so sorry #angst and literary allusions #i wallow in feelings about wwi: an infinite series #siblings!#jonathan carnahan #evie carnahan

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malfoymanortings · 3 years

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somebody else // part four

SUMMARY: Mae has been in love with Draco Malfoy since her first year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy fell in love with Mae in their fourth year, and then promptly fell into Pansy’s bed instead. All the while, Mae clings to the hope that Draco will change. That is, until, Ron Weasley takes his chance.

PAIRINGS: toxic!Draco x OC, Ron x OC, Ginny x Luna

WARNINGS: smut

well... heres the final part to somebody else. hopefully you all enjoy! thank you to everyone who has shown this little series love. i truly appreciate it, and am beyond thankful. i think my next series will have to be draco centered, after this. let me know what you all think!

Mae had just begun putting herself back together right when Ron Weasley knocked her down again.

It hurt even more that she no longer had him as a best friend to turn to. She still had Ginny, Luna, and even Harry and Hermione, but she distanced herself as Ron and Lavender were present nearly all the time. They just couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

A week had passed since Mae had seen Ron with Lavender, and Draco was finally back to classes after his stay in the hospital wing. He had surprised Mae by being cordial with her, even with Pansy at his side. Mae wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

“Mae!”

Mae turned, her dark hair swishing behind her, to see Ginny hurrying towards her with a grin on her face.

“Yeah, Gin?” questioned Mae, falling into step next to the beautiful redhead.

“We’re having a party tonight, after the Quidditch game. Will you come?”

Mae paused, if only for a moment. Did she really want to spend her evening watching Ron and Lavender snog each other?

“Please? Luna will be disappointed if you don’t show.”

“Luna’s coming?” Mae avoided answering, bringing attention to Ginny’s girlfriend.

“‘Course she is! She’s even wearing her lion hat to the match,” Ginny shook her head good naturedly. “She said she’d rather support her girlfriend than her housemates.”

“Alright, fine,” conceded Mae, stopping at the Great Hall. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“You’re coming to the party?”

Mae and Ginny turned to see Ron standing half in and half out of the entrance, his arm wrapped in Lavender’s grasp. Mae raised an eyebrow at the sight, watching as the blonde nuzzled her head into Ron’s shoulder.

“Yes, Won Won. Have you got a problem with it?” Mae deadpanned, crossing her arms. Ginny stifled a laugh next to her, patting Mae on the shoulder before walking off, presumably heading to the Quidditch field.

Ron’s eyes narrowed. “No, but if you’ll have that attitude, perhaps you shouldn’t.”

“Shut it, Ron!” Ginny called over her shoulder before turning down the hallway.

“Let’s get to our seat,” Lavender tugged on Ron’s arm, giving a small wave to Mae. “Your hair looks pretty tied up like that.”

“Thanks, Lavender.” Mae responded, giving the girl a weak smile. It wasn’t her fault Ron was a git.

Ron was pulled away by Lavender, and Mae waited a moment before following them in. She sat at the Slytherin table, next to Blaise Zabini. He gave her a curt nod, mixing his sugar in his morning coffee. Draco and Pansy sat across the table from her, and she found it didn’t hurt as much anymore. She and Draco had closure, now. Mae hoped he would do better with Pansy.

“Are you cheering for your little Gryffindor, today?” asked Blaise, taking a sip of his coffee. Mae rolled her eyes, harshly stabbing her french toast.

“Ginny? Yes, of course I’m cheering for her.” Mae replied all too cheerily, knowing he didn’t mean her.

“Potter won’t be playing today,” said Draco, his tone more angsty than usual. “He’s serving detention with Snape.”

“Rightfully so, he nearly killed you.” Pansy scoffed, biting into her english muffin.

“He was just doing the Dark Lord a favor,” Blaise replied jokingly, cutting into his pancake.

Draco clenched his fork tightly in his hand. “Shut it, Zabini.”

Mae’s mouth had gone dry, and she faltered as she picked up her pumpkin juice. “The Dark Lord?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Draco muttered, pushing himself away from the table. He left without a backwards glance, leaving all three of them in the dust.

“Blaise, what did you mean?” questioned Mae, her concern for Draco growing.

“It was just a joke,” assured Blaise, shaking his head. “Apparently Draco left his ability to take one elsewhere.”

“Okay,” responded Mae, not thoroughly convinced. She pushed it out of her mind, however. Draco was no longer her concern.

The three ate their breakfast in silence, with the occasional comment about the Quidditch match of the day. They would all be attending, although Slytherin wasn’t playing. It was better than doing nothing, according to Pansy.

Mae had found that Pansy wasn’t so bad, if she could get past the fact that she had known she was Draco’s girlfriend the entire time she was sleeping with him. Although some days were harder than others, she found it tolerable to be around the girl.

Mae split up with the two after breakfast, making her way over to Luna who was indeed wearing her spectacular lion hat.

“Hello, Mae!” Luna greeted, giving the dark haired girl an engulfing hug. “Ginny told me you would be attending the party today!”

“Only for you, Luna,” Mae smiled at the girl, who gave her a wide grin in return.

Together, the two headed out to the Quidditch match, sunshine streaming from the sky. They sat in the middle of the stands, which quickly filled up as the game was about to begin.

“Whatever happened between you and Ronald?” Luna asked rather innocently, rearranging her lion head.

“Well,” Mae paused for a moment, before continuing. “He saw me with Draco in the hospital wing, after he was injured. He unfortunately assumed that I was back together with him.”

Luna nodded slowly, the great lion head nearly slipping off her scalp. “Did you tell him differently, then?”

“No,” considered Mae, biting her lip. “I didn’t. I assumed he, y’know, liked Lavender and not me. Obviously, with the way the two of them snog constantly.”

“Love,” Luna said softly, placing a hand on her arm. “You know Ronald is a bit unregistered. I suspect nargles, to be honest with you. How is he to know how you feel if you never told him?”

“Well, it isn’t like he ever asked me,” defended Mae. “He never once said he liked me. He probably just thought I was a friend, the whole time. Just like Hermione or Harry. He probably liked Lavender the entire time.”

“Did he ever say anything about Lavender?”

“No, but-”

“Did he ever even mention Lavender?”

“Well, not exactly-”

“So what makes you think he likes her?”

“Because he chose her over me!” Mae exploded, wincing when several people turned around to look at her. “He made it clear that she is what he wanted.”

“Or maybe, he got hurt when he saw you kissing my cousin.” Luna raised her eyebrows, giving Mae an unusually sharp look.

“Ginny told you?”

“Yes,” Luna nodded, turning her attention back to the game which had just started. “And if Ginny and I were getting close, and I saw her kissing Harry, I wouldn’t think she wanted me. I would move onto someone else so I didn’t get hurt.”

Mae was quiet at that, mulling the situation over in her head. Of course, what Luna said made sense. It usually did, and perhaps that was part of why Mae had been avoiding talking to Luna about the situation. Her pride and her heart refused to let her look at the big picture, instead just feeling the hurt and betrayal. Really, how was Ron to know if she never told him?

The game was spectacular, and Gryffindor ended up winning with four hundred and fifty to one hundred and forty. Luna and Mae cheered loudly as the score was announced, and Luna tugged on her lion hat causing a string of red and gold fireworks to shoot out of it, while a loud roar bellowed from its lips.

The two of them raced down to the grounds, eager to congratulate their friends. Mae felt a tug in her chest as Ron gave her a wide grin, sweaty and rife with excitement.

“You did so well, Ron!” complimented Mae, giving him a wide smile.

Ron responded by giving her a big hug, lifting her off the ground. Mae held back tightly, relishing the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her. She never wanted to leave his arms.

“Won Won!”

Lavender’s voice broke the two out of their embrace, and Ron slowly set Mae back down on the ground, his arms hesitantly releasing her. Lavender rushed into his arms, Mae narrowly stepping out of her way.

The blonde began attacking Ron’s face with kisses, to the point where Madam Hooch had to come over and reprimand the two for PDA. Mae felt her heart break more and more, each time Ron and Lavender’s lips collided.

She turned her attention fully onto Ginny, who had an arm wrapped around Luna, who was praising Ginny for her amazing broom work.

“Great job, Gin!” the words came out far too cheerily, and Ginny gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you. Even if Harry wasn’t able to play, we still did it.” Ginny’s eyes flickered over to Ron and Lavender, before miming shoving a finger down her throat in disgust.

Mae laughed, shaking her head.

Eventually, everyone headed back up to the Gryffindor common room where the party began in full swing. Firewhiskey was pulled from Dean and Seamus’ secret stash, butterbeer was passed around, and treats were already there courtesy of the House Elves. Dobby, Harry Potter’s closest elf, had made sure they were stocked with everything they may have needed.

Ginny, Luna, and Mae sat near the fire, and were soon joined by Ron, Lavender, Hermione, and eventually Harry, who was worn out from his detention with Snape. His mood changed, however, once he was told Gryffindor had won the match. They began drinking, and were soon joined by Dean and Seamus.

Mae noticed Harry and Hermione were sitting rather close, and Hermione kept blushing anytime his arm or hand grazed her. It made her smile, at the thought of the two together. They would make a good match, certainly.

Ginny sat between Luna’s legs, her head resting on the blonde’s chest as Luna’s nimble fingers wound through Ginny’s hair. Every so often, Ginny would turn her head and press kisses to Luna’s arm. She kept her arm wound around Luna’s thigh, tracing circles on her exposed skin.

Dean was sprawled out over Seamus’ chest, laughing loudly at the conversation they were all having. They had their hands intertwined, sharing the same armchair. It looked to be a bit of a tight fit, but the two boys certainly didn’t mind.

Ron had Lavender seated on his lap, his head resting on her shoulder and a hand on her hip. The beautiful girl kept pressing kisses to his cheek, or his neck, or his lips, ignoring the way he seemed to be uncomfortable with the amount of PDA she was putting out.

It absolutely hurt Mae to be surrounded by so many couples, including one with the boy she was in love with. As much as she wished it weren’t true, she had fallen in love with Ron Weasley. To her, it felt as though she had transferred the love and devotion she reserved for Draco onto Ron. She supposed it may not be healthy, but she couldn’t help what she felt. And that was what hurt the most.

Somewhere along the line, Ginny proposed they play truth or dare. It wasn’t the most innocent game, but it was all going smoothly until they were all so drunk they may as well have taken Veritaserum.

“Ron,” Ginny’s eyes had taken on an evil look, and she narrowed them as she stared at her brother. “I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

At this point, Lavender had fallen asleep next to Ron on the loveseat. Ron, after hearing the question, swallowed hard and turned to Mae.

Mae’s breath caught in her throat, and she stared at Ron as he walked over to her. He cupped her cheek with his large hand and leaned down to her face.

“Don’t,” Mae whispered, shutting her eyes.

But he did. Ron pressed his lovely lips against Mae’s, slipping his arms around her neck. Tears slipped from her eyes, and she roughly pushed him away. How dare he play with her feelings like that.

“You aren’t going to do this to me, Ronald,” cried Mae, stumbling towards the portrait hole. “You don’t get to play with my feelings like this.”

She stumbled drunkenly through the halls, trying her best to be as quiet as she could. The last thing she wanted was for a teacher to find her, blasted at four in the afternoon on Saturday. That wouldn’t bode well for her at all.

“Mae, wait!”

She stumbled, catching herself at the last second, turning to see Ron hurrying towards her. His eyes had lost the drunken glaze they had taken on in the Common Room, and his movements were much more fluid than her own.

“What could you possibly want, Ronald?” spit out Mae, uncaring that her voice was perhaps a little too loud in the otherwise quiet hallway.

“Can we talk?” Ron paused, his eyes flickering towards the wall. “In there. Please.”

“Where the bloody hell did that even come from?” questioned Mae, bewildered that the door had appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

“It’s the room of requirement,” explained Ron, opening the door. “Let's get in here, before a teacher catches you plastered off your arse.”

Mae rolled her eyes, but followed Ron inside. There was a plush looking couch, and a table with a pitcher of a pale yellow liquid, with two cups beside it. It reminded her of lemonade, and she suddenly felt parched.

Mae poured herself a glass, ignoring Ron’s protests. As she drank the liquid, her mind cleared of the foggy drunken haze it had been in.

“That’s disappointing,” grumbled Mae, setting the empty cup back down. “It sobers you up.”

“This room never fails at its purpose.” a grin slipped onto Ron’s face, and it hurt Mae at how handsome he looked.

Ron also took a glass of the liquid, downing it in one go. Mae watched, intrigued, as his Adams apple bobbed up and down with his gulps.

“Ron, I-”

“Mae, look-”

The two blushed as they both spoke at the same time, and uneasy laughter coming between them. Ron gestured towards the couch, and they both sat down; Mae criss crossed on the edge, Ron sitting next to her with one leg on and one leg off, facing her.

“Mae, I never fancied Lavender,” Ron confessed, his ears red as he spoke, his voice shaky. “I only started snogging her because I saw you and Draco. I figured you’d gone back to him.”

Mae shook her head, brushing her hair out of her face. “Ron, Draco broke my heart. I would be foolish to go back to him. I kissed him, after he was injured, for closure. Perhaps that doesn’t make much sense, but it is what it is.”

“That’s why I was so mad you know,” he responded quietly, averting his eyes. “He nearly destroyed you, he treated you awful, and then just when I thought.. You might fancy me.. You kissed him.”

A new burn of tears were behind Mae’s eyes. She laughed weakly, although there wasn’t much funny about the situation. “Ron, I did -do- fancy you. Quite a lot, actually. But I figured Lavender-”

“Lavender was nothing to me,” Ron interjected, his eyes finding her. “You are what I wanted. It just never made sense for you to want me back.”

“How could it not make sense?” Mae laughed again, swiping away tears that had slipped down her cheeks. “Ron, you’re.. Wonderful. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re unbelievably handsome-”

“Rubbish-” interrupted Ron once more, his ears now red, pink staining his cheeks. “That’s rubbish. I’m not nearly enough for you.”

“You are,” Mae responded sharply, taking his hand in hers. “You are what I want. You’re what I need.”

Ron met her eyes again, and leaned forward just as he had in the Gryffindor common room. Mae met him in the middle, locking her arms around his neck as their lips pressed together once more.

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, gently caressing the smooth skin that was exposed from her shirt riding up. Their lips moved together gently as first, before becoming heated. Mae parted her lips, and Ron pulled away. “Why’d you stop?” Mae whined, pouting as she pressed her forehead against his.

“It’s just..” Ron cleared his throat. “I know you’ve been with Draco, and I dunno if I would be any goo-”

It was Mae’s turn to cut Ron off, once again pressing her lips to his. She licked his bottom lip, making her intentions clear, and he parted his lips, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth. He began to get more comfortable with her, slipping his hands up her shirt to unclip her bra, dragging her shirt over her head with shaky hands. Mae smiled, before helping him do the same.

“Blimey,” Ron whispered, looking down at Mae’s exposed breasts. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you,” Mae replied, pausing as she saw Ron’s bare arms and chest for the first time. He had silver scars wrapped around his arms, and torso. “What happened?”

She trailed a finger across the scar, and Ron shifted uncomfortably.

“When we fought the Death Eaters in the ministry of magic last year,” Ron explained, wrapping his arms around her. “I got hurt. I’ll have these forever.”

“A mark of a hero,” said Mae softly, pressing a kiss to a rather deep looking one across his chest. “You’re so brave.”

Ron looked at her with a new hunger in his eyes, pressing her bare skin against his and pressing his lips to hers in a harsh kiss. This time, he explored her mouth, as his hands roamed her soft skin. Mae melted against his body, a faint moan vibrating in the back of her throat, pulling at his fiery hair. Ron groaned at that, pushing her down onto the couch and kissing her neck.

Mae wrapped her legs around Ron’s torso, her hands still fisted in his hair. Ron nipped at the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, his teeth grazing across her skin. Mae moaned, grinding her hips onto his growing hardness.

“Bloody hell,” grunted Ron, his lips pressing against hers again. His hands went to her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, smirking as she moaned into his mouth. Mae trailed her lips down Ron’s neck, sucking harshly at his skin. He tilted his head back, letting more of his neck become exposed to her.

Mae pressed kisses along his neck, coming back up to capture his lips. Ron’s hands trailed down her stomach, toying with the hem of her skirt. He pulled away slightly, giving her a questioning look. Mae nodded, and Ron slipped his hand into the waistband of her skirt. He pressed his large palm against her heat, the thin covering of her underwear being the only thing separating skin from skin.

“Please, Ron,” moaned Mae, pressing a harsh kiss to his neck. “Please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Ron smirked, before slipping a finger into her core, pumping in and out slowly.

He slowly added another finger, pumping faster. He pressed a kiss to her neck as he went, and Mae began to feel her stomach tighten, and she shut her eyes, letting out a string of moans.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped out, her toes curling. She arched her back as Ron kept up his pace, and she came on his fingers, something that seemed to have shocked him.

“Did you just?” questioned Ron, pausing in his actions to look at her with interest.

Mae nodded, relishing in the feeling of her orgasm. A smile broke across Ron’s face, and he let out a nervous laugh.

“I’ve never done that before,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“You were good at it for your first time then,” Mae let out a small laugh, covering her face with her hands. She felt a bit awkward, as this was much different than being with Draco. Ron wasn’t forcing her out, or expecting her to give him anything in return. It was so very different, in a good way.

It made her want to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

Mae wiggled out from underneath Ron, ignoring his questioning look. As she brushed past him to stand, she could feel how hard he had gotten. Ron sat up, giving her a questioning look. She knelt down, unbuckling his belt and zipping down his jeans, smiling as his breathing grew heavy.

“What is you’re going-” Ron’s words were cut short as she took his dick in her hands, slowly moving up and down his length. “Bloody hell.”

She continued pumping his length, licking his red tip before taking him in her mouth. He let out a steam of moans, his hand wrapping in her hair. She swirled her head around the tip, bobbing her head up and down, moving back to focus on the tip. Ron pressed her head down further, groaning as she hollowed out her cheeks. She ran her tongue along the veins of his cock, loving the way he moaned her name.

He bucked his hips upwards, surprising Mae, and she made a noise in the back of her throat that caused Ron to curse. She sped up her movements, letting Ron guide her with his hand on the back of her head, twisted in her hair.

She could feel herself becoming aroused again, and she paused, letting go of his dick with a slight pop. Ron whined, upset that her mouth was no longer on his dick.

“Can we,” Mae paused, wiping her mouth and looking down, before looking at Ron once more. “Can I ride you?”

“Ride me?” Ron choked out, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t even have to ask, darling.”

Mae smiled at the nickname, her heart feeling like it would burst. She stood up, and put a knee on either side of Ron, hovering above his large dick. She looked at his once more, to make sure he wanted this too.

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down onto his cock. Mae let out a gasp as he filled her up, grinding her hips against his member. Ron groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. She took a moment to let herself adjust to his size, before moving her hips up and down.

He kept a grip on her hips as he began thrusting his hips to match her own, moaning as she clenched around him. She held his shoulders, using them as leverage to move up and down. He matched her pace well, and Mae could feel another orgasm building in her lower stomach.

“‘M gonna cum,” she moaned out, noticing Ron’s thrusts become more sloppy.

“Me too,” Ron grunted, and with a loud moan, he came inside her, his hips stilling. She came nearly the same time he did, burying her head into his shoulder.

“Bloody hell,” Ron had his eyes shut, a half smile on his face. “That was amazing.”

Mae laughed lightly, moving off of him to sit next to him. She found herself unsure of what to do, as she was never allowed to be intimate after sex before.

Ron seemed to sense her uneasiness, and pulled her onto his chest, lying down on the couch. He pressed a kiss to her lips, before tangling his hand in her hair once more. Mae lay her head on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat.

“I love you,” she said quietly, feeling Ron freeze underneath her. “I don’t expect you to say it back, but I wanted you to know.”

Ron wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple softly. “I think I love you too.”

It was quiet for a moment, before Ron spoke again.

“Am I bigger than Draco?”

Mae lightly slapped his chest, shaking her head. “We are not having this conversation.”

“It’s an honest question!”

They lay there, arms wrapped around each other, and Mae realized she was finally loved the way she always wanted to be.

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kyidyl · 3 years

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Texture anon: What do you like then ? I’m curious since I’m also a texture eater and there’s just so many textures I can’t stand.

So on top of the texture thing I also hate cooking (mostly bc adhd means I don't start until I'm ravenously hungry and then I'm impatient. It's a whole thing.).

For breakfast I eat a lot of cereal, but I also like muffins, bagels, and other baked goods. Pancakes and French toast are also good. Sometimes fruit or yogurt. I usually cut up a banana on my cereal (I know a lot of people find them slimy but I don't for whatever reason.), bc there's a lot of good stuff in bananas. Also, oatmeal is great bc you actually can vary the texture wildly by altering the amount of liquid you use and the length of time you cook it for. Plus it comes in easy to store packages and a million flavors. So if you're in a dorm room or a place where you don't have a full kitchen, then you can just get an electric kettle and that'll work great. In a pinch you can even use a coffee maker without any coffee in it to make hot water. I used to use the keurig at work for boiling water all the time. So you can take a coffee cup, put a packet or two of oatmeal in it, and cook it in the microwave or with hot water, and then add some coffee creamer to doctor the flavor and texture. Before I was DX and realized that my issues making food and being hungry at work were 100% adhd related I used to feel lazy about keeping this kind of food in my desk but now I realize I was working with my brain and it's ok.

Lunch, well...I don't eat lunch so I've got nothing. I used to eat salad sometimes tho. I'm not talking healthy salad. Find a texture of lettuce you don't hate. Then cover it in cheese, egg, bacon bits, and dressing. It's A+.

For dinner...I will eat pretty much anything with pasta in it bc I like both the taste and texture of pasta. I also love Chinese food but like only certain kinds. And for YEARS I would eat lo mein and spend ages picking out all the inedible bits until I realized I could order it with no veggies and my life would be better. I also like crab Rangoon and sweet n sour chicken. So that's what I eat at Chinese places. Most meat is ok if I can see it so I can cut off the gristle. The other thing is if there's something you like the taste of but not the texture, look for it in another form. Like I mentioned I hate the texture of tomatoes. So I just found the smoothest pasta sauce on the market (prego) and use that. There's still chunks of tomato but they're large and easy to pick out. It's the little nasty shards of tomato skin that I can't deal with and it's fortunately low on that and doesn't have nasty random pieces of onion. There's also nothing wrong with like running your sauce through a blender to make it smooth. I'll also use onion powder in place of onions when I can and if you like garlic but hate the texture, garlic powder is another good option. Some foods I'll take the risk for tho. Like I looove bourbon chicken and I just play gristle roulette when I'm having an OK texture day. Vs like that one time I got an unprocessed chunk of pork in a hot dog and that was literally probably almost 30 years ago and I STILL will only eat turkey hot dogs. Which reminds me...sometimes it's also the way you cook something. I love the taste of bacon but hate the texture so instead of a sad bacon-less existence I'll either burn it crispy in the pan, bake it in the oven (which converts the gristle texture of the fat to something acceptable.), or eat turkey bacon....god turkey bacon is so good. But yeah if I go out I ask them to burn the bacon so they actually get it crispy enough. Rice also has an acceptable texture, so that gives me another filler/staple food that isn't pasta. Oh, I also love mashed sweet potatoes. Use whipping cream when you make them so they get nice and creamy. A little brown sugar and coconut on top, cook for 15 mins, and awwww yas. I like sushi, too, but only certain kinds. It took me YEARS to find sushi I enjoyed. Mostly if it has eel, yellowtail, or tempura shrimp in it I'll eat it. Eel is actually really frikkin good and doesn't have the gross texture the name implies. Avocados are good too, but I have the cilantro soap gene so guacamole is nasty. Avocado + tuna fish + Swiss cheese on an English muffin is great and not terrible for you. Also I love Mac n cheese. Like kraft dinner in the blue box because I like junk food. My favorite food is ice cream.

Oh! If you never have before, try a Rainier cherry and a white peach. They're both far superior to their more common cousins. Rainier cherries are only in season for like two months around now, but they're worth it.

So basically, when it comes to textures I don't like but tastes that I do like I try to change the form the thing comes in so I can eat it. Btw, idk how you feel about soda but I hate the fizz and I've found code red mountain dew to have a low amount of fizz so that's what I drink when I want caffeine.

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moonlightserenadeeznutz · 3 years

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Remus shows Sirius around Wales (part 3)

I’m afraid there’s a lot of Welsh in this chapter, but as usual, translations are at the end! (And I’m getting better at writing out the pronunciation). Hope you enjoy!

For @daylily-evans

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

~ The next morning, Sirius awoke before Remus. He usually always did. Moony wasn’t a morning person, and Padfoot was. A strip of sunlight highlighted the bed. They’d both fallen asleep in each other’s arms and had remained in pretty much the same position throughout the night. And while Sirius was eager to get up and start the day, he was also perfectly content to stay where he was, with Remus’s arm lying across his chest, the boy snoring lightly every so often. Sirius liked looking at him.

He was, however, slightly- instinctually- nervy. Even though it had been three years since he’d set foot in Grimmauld Place, he still expected to be woken abruptly by someone- most likely his mother- barging into his bedroom without knocking. While Sirius’s eyes were fixed on a lock of brown hair that had fallen over Remus’s eyelid, his ears were straining for any outside noise, any movement from the landing, that would warn him to quickly jump out of Remus’s bed and back into his own. But none came. A late start must have run in the family.

Sirius brushed the lock of hair away, tucking it behind Remus’s ear, and as he did so, Remus’s breathing grew quieter, almost inaudible. An indication that he was waking up. Sirius kissed him. When he pulled away, he saw Remus looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

“How do you say good morning in Welsh?” Asked Sirius, in no more than a murmur.

“Bore da,” replied Remus, his voice thick with sleep. Sirius kissed him.

“Bore da, carru.”

Breakfast was toast and cereal. Lyall didn’t join them at the table.

“He works late,” explained Remus. “Sometimes he sleeps till almost midday.” Sirius chuckled.

“Like father like son,” he said, eating a spoonful of now soggy cornflakes.

“Oh, Remus, I hope you’re not staying up so late,” reprimanded Hope, who was sitting at the table with them, reading the paper with her second cup of coffee.

“No, mam,” Remus sighed, the two boys knowing full well that he was lying.

“So, what are you two planning on doing today?” Hope continued, not taking her eyes off whichever article had caught her interest.

“I’m gonna show Sirius around. See the village maybe.”

“Oh that’s nice. You should visit Mrs. Hughes, she’d love to see you.”

“Yes, Remus, you really must introduce me to this Mrs. Hughes. I’m dying to meet her. I can already feel a connection.” Remus simply smiled and rolled his eyes.

The sun was bright, although it wasn’t throwing off a lot of heat in the early morning hours, so Remus and Sirius walked side by side wearing jackets and scarves. They were ambling down the lane outside Remus’s house, with the birds singing. It was the only noise they could hear. Sirius had never felt more relaxed in his life.

The first stop on Remus’s tour was a little stream that stood at the end of a wall-lined alleyway. Brambles grew all over the walls and Sirius noticed clusters of blackberries hidden among the leaves. Remus picked a few.

“I used to come down here when I was a kid,” began Remus. “I’d pick the blackberries and wash them in the stream, then eat them with my feet in the water.” Sirius picked some himself, and the two made their way towards the stream, the gentle sound of the water reaching their ears as they drew nearer. The two banks of the stream were connected by a stone bridge. Sirius looked over the side at the water lapping over the stones and pebbles, reflecting the sunlight. Along with the birdsong, the whole setting was completely idyllic. He knew places like this existed in the UK, but he’d never seen them before. He’d spent his whole life in the dark, gloomy street of Grimmauld Place, where he’d never even met his neighbours because they were muggles, and he’d therefore been banned from going near them. Besides, his muggle neighbours didn’t even know that he or his house even existed.

The Potter’s house too, while much nicer and far more friendly than Grimmauld Place could ever dream of being, and while it too was tucked away in the countryside, it still felt rather cut off, and the countryside felt... empty.

But here... here it felt like a community, and Sirius had yet to even meet another person.

“S’mae, Remus!” Said a woman, suddenly breaking the silence. She was walking past with some shopping bags. She only looked around forty, maybe fifty years old, but she dressed like someone much older: short blonde hair curled tightly into ringlets, and a long, flowery skirt with a matching beige blouse.

“S’mae, Mrs. Cooper,” replied Remus. “Ti’n iawn?”

“Rwy’n iawn, diolch. Ywyt ti newydd ddychwelyd o'r ysgol?”

“Ydw.”

“Pwy yw dy ffrind?”

“This is Sirius,” said Remus, switching back to English to include Sirius in the conversation. “He’s a friend from school. He’s English.”

“Oh, how awful for you!” Mrs. Copper called to him, in the thick Welsh accent that Sirius simply loved. Sirius smiled good-naturedly. “Whereabouts in England are you from?”

“Islington,” Sirius replied. “It’s in London.”

“I went to London once. Very loud. Very bright.” Sirius nodded. Mrs. Cooper began to walk on. “I’d best be off. Don’t want the milk to turn.” She held up one of her shopping bags, indicating that there was some milk inside. “See you, loves.”

“Hwyl!” Called Remus. Sirius repeated him. They watched her leave, and Sirius sat down upon the bridge. It had railings on either side as barriers, and Sirius put his legs through two gaps in the bars so they swung over the side. A duck came floating past, quacking every so often. Sirius threw the blackberries that he still had in his hand into the water for it to eat. Remus copied him.

“It’s so... quaint here,” observed Sirius eventually. “And I swear I mean that in the best way possible.” Remus threw another blackberry. The duck dived headfirst into the water to pick it up.

“Yes, well... not much has really changed since the fifties. Forties even. This place wasn’t much affected by either of the muggle wars, and progress isn’t exactly rife in the north-west Welsh countryside. It’s like a time warp here.” He looked almost sad, but Sirius couldn’t understand why. Of course, he knew what it was like to deal with people who were stuck in their ways, and their time, and their ancestors’ time, but the people here seemed nice enough. And even so, at that moment, Sirius felt that throwing blackberries at a duck and sitting next to his best friend on a bridge was all he needed in life.

“You know...” he began. “I never saw myself as a countryside person. Too quiet and boring. I thought of myself as more of a city person. All loud and bright like Mrs. Cooper said. But... I don’t know... I can see myself living here. With you.” Remus looked at him.

“That’d be nice...” A silence passed before Remus slapped his palms on the railings. “Come on,” he instructed, his voice louder and more confident. “Lots to see!” He started to walk ahead, and Sirius stood up to follow, grinning.

“Ooh, Moony. I like a man who can take charge.”

The two walked a few more miles until they reached the village. It was a nice place. Quaint. The shops all looked like cottages, and trees lined the street, some of the foliage entangled with bunting. People were milling about with shopping bags and buggies and bikes. The shop names were all in Welsh, as were the signs, but they all had the English translations printed underneath in small lettering, so Sirius didn’t have to pester Remus every five minutes.

Remus eventually stopped outside a shop that Sirius recognised: chairs and tables sat underneath a frilled, baby pink canopy. Remus held out his arm.

“Mrs. Hughes’s cake shop,” he announced. Sirius clapped his hands excitedly. A bell tinkled as the door opened, and a short, plump lady with curly dark hair appeared from within an adjoining room. She spotted Remus and smiled brightly.

“Remus! Mae wedi bod cyhyd! Sut mae, cariad? Edrych pa mor denau ywyt ti! Ywyt ti wedi bod yn bwyta?” She drew him into a hug, and Sirius was starting to get the impression that Remus was well-liked in his village. This was of no surprise to Sirius. What wasn’t there to like about his friend?

“S’mae Mrs. Hughes. Mae’n dda eich gweld chi.” Mrs. Hughes stepped back finally and turned to Sirius.

“Bore da. Nid wyf wedi eich gweld o gwmpas yma o'r blaen. Ydych chi’n ffrind i Remus?” Sirius blinked awkwardly, as Remus quickly cut in.

“Nid yw’n siarad Cymraeg. Mae’n dod o Llogr. Ei enw yw Sirius.”

“Oh... hello. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, rather slowly, as if she was concentrating on each word.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hughes.” She smiled and nodded, before quickly returning behind the counter.

“Ywyt ti dau newydd gyrraedd?” She asked, taking out a tray of cupcakes from behind the glass and rearranging them into neat little rows. They all had chocolate frosting on them, and they looked delicious. Sirius couldn’t help but stare rather longingly.

“Ydyn. Fe gyrhaeddon ni nôl ddoe i.”

“Taith braf?”

“Oedd, diolch.” Remus saw that Sirius was struggling to participate, so Remus attempted to involve him in the conversation. “Mae Sirius yn fy mlwyddyn yn yr ysgol,” he said to Mrs. Hughes, who turned back to Sirius with interest.

“Wyt ti’n hoffi’r ysgol?”

“She asked if you like school.”

“Oh! Yes, very much. It’s fun.” Remus quickly translated.

“Hwyl!” Mrs. Hughes remarked. “Yn fy niwrnod, roedd ysgolion yn ymwneud â dysgu. Gwaharddwyd hwyl.”

“She says schools shouldn’t be fun.”

“Well, they weren’t till I arrived.” Sirius grinned as Remus rolled his eyes and reluctantly translated. Mrs. Hughes let out a bark of a laugh.

“Ryw’n hoffi ti!”

“She likes you.”

“I like you too, Mrs. Hughes.” Mrs Hughes giggled, not needing Remus to translate. She brought out a tray of small but very tasty looking muffins. She picked up two and held them out.

“Am ddim i'm dau fachgen!” She said, as Remus went to take them. He handed one to Sirius.

“Diolch, Mrs. Hughes!” Said Remus. Sirius repeated him, and the two left the shop, walking out into the sunshine, muffins in hand. Sirius quickly took a bite.

“Shit, Remus,” he began, having barely swallowed his mouthful of muffin. “I may have to ditch you and run off with Mrs. Hughes instead.” Remus laughed.

“You’d have to learn Welsh first.”

“No need. I will happily sit in silence as she brings me muffins everyday. No Welsh required.”

Sirius didn’t want the day to end, but he was content in the thought that he’d wake up tomorrow and they could do it all again, and the next day, and the next, until the holidays ended. He couldn’t believe that Remus hardly talked about this place. If he was Remus, he’d never shut up about it. He almost felt angry. He hated his house, his street, his parents. He never wanted to talk about them. He was happy to forget all about them. Remus had a lovely house, and a lovely street and lovely parents. So why did he pretend otherwise?

“Do you think you’ll live here when you’re older?” Asked Sirius. They were sitting on a wall that bricked in a nice green. The green was filled with trees and a little playground area. As the sun grew lower and three o’clock rolled around, a few children started to filter into the playground, laughing and carefree after what must have been their last day at school. Hogwarts finished a day early so everyone had a chance to prepare for their journey back on the Express.

Remus pondered Sirius’s question.

“I don’t know,” he said eventually. “It is nice. And I do love Wales, of course I do...”

“But?”

“I don’t know,” seemed to be his final answer. But Sirius was too curious to let it drop so soon.

“But everyone here seems to love you. Mrs. Hughes. That lady with the shopping bags. Don’t you like it here?”

“The people are nice, but they talk. They talk about me. They pretend otherwise, but I know they have their own rumours. About why I go off to boarding school every year. Why I have scars on my face. Why...”

“Why what?”

“My mother and I are very close. They know that.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Remus looked at him steadily.

“You know what they say about boys who are close to their mothers.”

“Oh.” The two fell silent. Until Remus decided to speak again.

“In the real world, it’s 1976. Here it’s 1953. The people say good morning and bake you muffins and drink tea with their neighbours, but that’s about all you can do. You’re either married or widowed, and your kids go to the local school and leave the village when they’re eighteen to go off to London, or Cardiff, or some big city that they can write about to their families. I don’t fit in here. Not really. And I think the people know that. They’re nice to me because they feel sorry for me. Maybe not Mrs. Hughes. She really is nice. But I can’t stay just for Mrs. Hughes, can I?” Remus wanted to end his little speech on a light-hearted note, and usually Sirius would take the cue, grin and say “I would.” But he was letting Remus’s words sink in, and suddenly feeling guilty about his previous anger. Yes, Remus’s life was completely different to his, but scratch the surface and they were still in the same boat. Outcasts in a conformist society, waiting for the day they could leave and never come back.

Remus jumped down from the wall.

“Come on. We can head back and I can show you the TV set if you want.” Sirius jumped down after him, realising that Remus was keen to change the subject. Sirius permitted him to.

“I’d forgotten about that. I’d love to see it.”

~ Welsh translation:

Bore da (b-oar-reh d-ah): Good morning

Ti’n iawn? (Tin y-ow-n): How are you? (Informal)

Rwy’n iawn, diolch (R-ooh-n y-ow-n dee-ol-kh): I’m well, thanks

Ywyt ti newydd ddychwelyd o'r ysgol? (Ow-eet tee neh-with th*-uh-kh-wel-eed or ee-sg-ol): Have you just returned from school?

Ydw (uh-doo): Yes

Pwy yw dy ffrind?: (p-wih ee**-oo d-ee fr-ih-nd): Who’s your friend?

Hwyl! (H-w-eel): Bye/Goodbye

Mae wedi bod cyhyd! (M-eye weh-dee bod kuh-heed): It’s been ages!

Sut mae, cariad? (Sit m-eye, kah-ree-ad): How are you, sweetheart?

Edrych pa mor denau ywyt ti! (Eh-dr-ee-kh pa m-oar deh-n-eye ow-eet tee): Look at how thin you are!

Ywyt ti wedi bod yn bwyta (ow-eet tee weh-dee bod ee-n b-oo***-ee-ta): Have you been eating?

Mae’n dda eich gweld chi (m-eye-n th-ah ay-kh gw-eld kh-ih): It’s good to see you.

Nid wyf wedi eich gweld o gwmpas yma o'r blaen. (N-ih-d oo-ee-v weh-dee ay-kh gweld oh g-oo-mp-ah-s ee-ma or bl-eye-n): I haven’t seen you around here before.

Ydych chi’n ffrind i Remus? (Uh-dih-kh kh-ih-n f-rih-nd ih Remus): Are you a friend of Remus?

Nid yw’n siarad Cymraeg. (Nid ee-oo-n sha-rad Cum-r-eye-g): He doesn’t speak Welsh.

Mae’n dod o Llogr. (M-eye-n dod o Ll-oh-gr): He’s from England.

Ei enw yw Sirius. (Ay en-oo ee-oo Sirius): His name’s Sirius.

Ywyt ti dau newydd gyrraedd? (Ow-eet tee d-eye neh-with g-uh-r-eye-th): Have you to just got back?

Ydyn (Uh-deen): Yes

Fe gyrhaeddon ni nôl ddoe i. (F-eh g-uh-rh-eye-th-on nee n-uh-l th-oi ee): We got back yesterday.

Taith braf? (T-ay-th b-rah-v): Nice journey?

Oedd, diolch (oi-th dee-ol-kh): Yes, thanks

Mae Sirius yn fy mlwyddyn yn yr ysgol (m-eye Sirius ee-n f-ee ml-oo-uh-th-een ee-n ee-r ee-sgol): Sirius is in my year at school.

Wyt ti’n hoffi ysgol? (Wih-tin h-oh-f-ee ee-sgol): Do you like school?

Hwyl! (H-w-eel): Fun!

Yn fy niwrnod, roedd ysgolion yn ymwneud â dysgu. (ee-n f-ee nih-wr-nod, r-oi-th ee-sgol-ee-on ee-n ee-m-wn-ay-d ah**** d-uh-sg-ee): In my days, schools were about learning.

Gwaharddwyd hwyl. (G-wa-har-th-wih-d h-w-eel): Fun was banned.

Rywn hoffi ti! (R-ew-n hoh-f-ee tee): I like you!

Am ddim i'm dau fachgen (Ah-m th-im im d-eye vah-kh-g-en): Free for my two boys

*pronounced th as in that or this

**very short ee; yw sounds very similar to yew.

***short oo

****long ah

Bonus British translation:

Buggies: Strollers

#wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar fic #welsh remus lupin #remus shows Sirius around welsh #this is basically just my welsh revision #harry potter #wolfstar #remus lupin x Sirius black

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