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eat-limes-bitches · 1 month

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Take A Chance

PAIRING: Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: Who knew one look could calm the raging storm of his mind.

SONG Be Brave by Owl City

WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self-loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1212

A/N: Hi! Here is the 2nd part! Sorry, it took so long! If you haven't read the first part yet you can click HERE to read it first, but you don't have to, you can read this as a stand-alone. I've already started part 3 so be on the lookout for that!

Enjoy! <3

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Bucky stood outside Joe’s coffee shop a little before nine, fiddling with the bouquet in his hands, tracing his eyes over the colored petals. He had asked the little old lady at the flower shop what would be best. She had looked him over thoughtfully before producing the bouquet with a smile, shooing him off insiting he not pay, as he was a regular there and had never bought flowers for a special someone before. He stuck the cash he intended to pay her in the tip jar and shuffled out the door and over to Joe’s where he was now standing.

Was this too old-fashioned? Do girls even like flowers anymore? What if she doesn’t even show up? I’ll look like an idiot.

He began to question himself, starting to become nervous. He rubbed a gloved hand over his thigh as he began to spiral, but a sweet voice pulled him out of it before he descended too far into madness.

“Hi, Bucky!”

Bucky froze and turned around to look at the speaker. Sure enough, there was the woman from the movie theater the night before. She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes bright and warm, chasing off the chill of the January air. Bucky shook his head and cleared his throat,

“Oh! Um- Hi, Y/n.” He offered her an awkward smile as he handed her the bouquet, “These are for you.”

She gingerly took the flowers from him, eyes wide as she looked at them before shifting her gaze up to his. The longer she stayed silent, the more dread he felt building up in his stomach.

“I-I’m sorry, it was probably stupid and old-fashioned but my ma woulda killed me if she knew I went to meet a pretty girl without flowers a-and I didn’t know what to get so the lady at the store told me-”

His rambling was cut off when Y/n waved her hand.

“No! I love them! It’s just, no one has ever bought me flowers before.” She said shyly, looking down at her boots. Now it was Bucky’s turn to be surprised, how had no one ever bought her flowers, he would never understand. He made a silent vow to himself to buy her as many flowers as he could.

“Oh, well, I’m glad you like them.” He said softly, the corner of his lips turning up in a small but genuine smile as he motioned to the coffee shop. “Shall we?” Y/n smiled and nodded and the pair made their way into the shop. As soon as Bucky opened the door, a sense of comfort washed over him along with the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. The pair shuffled inside and up to the counter. The kid who worked behind the counter on Saturdays came over and took their orders, saying that he would be bringing it over to their table shortly. Bucky motioned for Y/n to pick a seat and she picked the booth in the back of the shop.

“I hope you don’t mind,” She said as Bucky began to sit down, “I like to be able to see everything, makes me feel a little more at ease.”

Bucky smiled, he didn’t mind at all, in fact, he felt much more comfortable at the back of the shop. He was no longer the Winter Soldier but some of those habits are hard to break, like making note of every exit and entrance of a place, keeping a head count on everyone that entered and left, double locking doors, and many other little tics.

“No, this is fine,” he said with a smile, “This is my usual booth.”

She smiled brightly at him and seemed to relax a bit before asking, “So do you come here often?”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about his response, trying to decide how to say it without giving away who he was all at once.

“Uh yeah, a friend of mine brought me here when I was trying to find myself after coming back from a hard time in life.” He internally cringed at his explanation gauging Y/n’s reaction as she thought about his words. She gave him a soft smile and nodded before she spoke;

“Yeah, Steve was a great guy like that, I’m sure it’s been hard on you since he left.” Bucky felt his blood run cold Shit, she does know who I am, she thinks I’m a monster. How does she know Steve? Is she from HYDRA? I knew this was too good to be true, no one would ever want someone like me. His thoughts began to spiral out of control until Y/n tapped on the table to get him to look at her. She gave him a sheepish smile;

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have dropped that on you like that. It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sure you think I’m a spy or something but I promise you I’m not. I was neighbors with Steve for a time. He spoke very fondly of you, even after all of the fighting and horrible things that happened to you and I’m sorry about that. No one deserves what you went through.”

Her words were soft and gentle as if she were talking to a frightened animal. Bucky blinked in surprise, staying quiet for a few moments before speaking again,

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” Her rasped out.

She gave him a sad smile as she placed her hand on top of his, “You’re not a monster. You’re a mirror, a thing that shows the reflection of the real monsters, with the cracks to prove that you lived through it. There is good in you, there always has been. It was the one thing in this century Steve was 100 percent certain of. I trust him and his judgment. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

These words triggered some sort of visceral response in Bucky. His racing heart slowed down, breathing coming back to normal levels, and his thoughts, for the first time in a while, stilled. The incessant hurricane of toxic thoughts and poisonous memories dissolved, leaving clear skies instead, something so beautiful it almost brought tears to his eyes. He looked down at the table and took her hand in his, looking back up with a soft smile.

Y/n gave His hand a gentle squeeze. She knew what he was trying to say, and she didn’t need to hear the words to know what it was. Their orders were brought out and so they shared small talk, which seemed to come so easily but he was taking little notes of each of her responses, not wanting to forget a single detail.

Favorite color? Bue, but not bright blue. Soft, like worn denim.

Dogs or cats? Both are great, but she currently has a dog.

Favorite time of day? Early evening. The world starts to darken and you can just see the stars poking through the colors of the sky.

The longer they talked, the more the storm was tamed in Bucky’s mind and he realized that he could get used to this kind of peace that he hadn’t known in a long time, only if she was there with him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes x you

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embrosegraves · 2 months

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣

(request) Fernando Alonso x Fem!Reader Starting a committed relationship means telling all of your deepest secrets

Warnings: Mentions of negative mental health, mentions of abu$e, mentions of su!cide, talks of selfh4rm. I am begging you, don't read this if the topics discussed may trigger you

Note: I've never gone through anything like this myself so, with permission, I have based a little bit of the story on a very close friend of mine. It's not exact obviously, but there are elements of a real experience.

You hadn’t been dating Fernando for very long. Just barely 3 months. It still felt like a very new relationship, even if people said otherwise. It had been enough time to realise that you might genuinely love him. He never pressured you, he never made you feel less than, and he always made sure to tell you that you were enough. Sure it was the bare minimum, but it was always nice to know people could be like that.

However, the fact was that you were scared to love him fully. You had almost sworn off dating completely because of your last partner. Your ex had made you feel so unworthy of everything. He had almost convinced you that he was the only person who would ever love you. Almost. Thankfully you had an amazing support system in your friends and most of your family. They had helped you get out of a horrible situation and they were with you the entire time, helping you recover from the trauma you had experienced.

When Fernando had told you he was serious about dating you, you had said to him that it would be a long while before you went further than kissing and holding hands. Like a true gentleman, Fernando had told you that he completely understood that some things would take time, but he was willing to wait for however long it took for you to be comfortable. Which is why today was so important for you.

“I’m nervous to show him, Y/f/n. What if he runs off after seeing it?” You had called your best friend, who was basically like your sister, trying to get rid of the rest of your nerves and anxiety.

“Babe, I’ve seen how he treats and looks at you. He won’t run off and you’ll be okay.” She said, “You’re so brave and incredibly beautiful and he will see that regardless of your skin and scars. I promise if he hasn’t said ‘I love you’ before, he definitely will after this.”

You scoffed. “Thank you but I doubt it. Once he sees he’s going to run for the hills.”

“Who’s running for the hills?”

You jerked your head around and saw Fernando walking through the door. You quickly said goodbye to your friend who wished you luck, and hung up the phone. You turned your body so that you were fully facing Fernando. Thankfully he could understand that this was going to be a serious conversation, so he gingerly sat next to you and took a hold of your hands.

“I need to tell you something important.” You said, keeping your eyes firmly on the space of blanket between you. His thumbs started rubbing circles over your knuckles, bringing you some comfort.

“I don’t need to know if you’re not ready to tell me.” He said softly.

“No. You need to know this.” You took a deep breath before you launched into your explanation. It was now or never.

“When I was in my early 20s, I was dating this guy. He was my first serious relationship that I’d ever had and for a time I thought he was going to be my future. I didn’t realise it at the time but he was very isolating, and controlling. There were times where he would scare me and laugh when I’d cry. He wouldn’t always, but he would often tell me that he was the only person who could ever love me, and for a time I believed him.” You didn’t want to count the amount of times your voice had already cracked.

“It really took a toll on me. So much that in the last few months of that relationship, I started to hurt myself. Because part of me thought he was right. When he found out what I was doing, he started to- He started-”

Fernando wiped a tear from your face. When had you started crying?

Taking in another big breath, you continued. “He started to hurt me as well. He would press on them while they were fresh and he would bruise me to see the colours. If my brother hadn’t walked in, I probably would’ve taken my life.” You finally looked at Fernando’s face and saw that he had begun crying too. Lifting one of your hands you wiped his gathering tears.

“I decided that if our relationship is going to go further, then you need to see what I did to myself.”

You slowly stood up, taking your hands from his, and began to shimmy your trousers down until they were pooled at your feet. You kept undressing before you could chicken out. You took your cardigan off and your shirt followed soon after. Standing there, in front of Fernando in just your undergarments, your scars were on full display. The scars on your thighs and stomach had been healed over for many years now but they still looked just as angry as the day they appeared. You had to force your arms to stay at your sides instead of curling around your stomach like they wanted to. You tried your best not to flinch when Fernando brought his hands up to gently trace them with his fingers.

Fernando looked up at you from where he was still sitting. He looked at every inch of your face and he saw just how broken you were. His heart hurt just thinking about all the abuse you were put through. He took hold of your hands again and slowly dragged you closer to him, giving you plenty of time to back away if you wanted to.

When you stood directly in front of him, he wrapped his arms gently around the back of your thighs and laid his head to rest on your stomach. Your hands were on his shoulders.

“You don’t know how incredibly strong you are, Mi Vida. You are so, so strong and I’m so lucky to be with you now.”

By now the both of you had tears streaming down your faces. Neither of you bothered enough to wipe them off. You were terrified of how your relationship was going to continue, if it was continuing at all.

You felt Fernando leave soft kisses just over your scars, as if he was afraid to hurt you by pressing more firmly. Quiet sobs broke their way past your lips. Your grip on his shoulders tightened just a bit.

“Please don’t leave.” You whispered, voice heavy with emotion. Fernando loosened his grip and stood up to cup your face in his hands. You brought your own hands to rest on his wrists as he held you.

“There is not a single thing about you that would make me leave.” His thumb brushed a stray tear away. “I love you more than I can say.”

Hearing his words, you closed your eyes and began sobbing harder. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist as you buried your head into his chest. Fernando hugged you close to him and gently caressed the back of your head.

“Thank you for being brave enough to tell me.”

I hope you enjoyed reading this! I tried my best to write this in a way that was both a little detailed but also very vague so let me know how I did!

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that-ari-blogger · 6 months

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Critical Role's Previous Cameraman

I put up a post the other day about critical role's new animated introduction and I couldn't help but notice a sudden spike in the analytical stuff that I don't really understand. A more tech orientated friend of mine informed me that this was a good thing, actually. So, I thought I might capitalise on that and examine the previous campaign's opening sequence through the same lens and do some more analysis.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD

One notable thing about this song is when it starts. Exactly eleven seconds in. That's eleven seconds of wait before the final payoff. You catch glimpses of what's happening above, but nothing else.

And that is a key theme of this campaign. The unseen. The Mighty Nein was a party characterised by trauma, and a lot of the time, you don't see that, you only see glimpses. A flash of a fight they told you about, and the sensation of drowning.

But then we meet Fjord.

He's falling, and I'd like to point out the direction in which he is falling. You will notice the scars on his back, signifying he was probably in the process of running away, or was betrayed by someone, and he is falling towards those scars. Backwards. There is also a neat thing of falling away from the light, into the darkness, into the unknown. THis is someone out of control, leaning into the pain. And what is it that sees that?

There is a reason Uk'otoa's design looks so much like a leach. The creature is a parasite, it doesn't find someone strong to break down, it found someone weak, and at its mercy, and brought him under its control. What this shot does is highlight that creature's opportunistic nature, but it also associates it very clearly with the visual of that eye.

And it's that eye that carries through. When Fjord washes up on the beach, when he is finally safe, he carries with him a little piece of Uk'otoa, a little piece of that trauma.

It's also notable of that it is an eye. It's obvious, but it colours his vision, and changes how he views the world. Its effects aren't physical, but mental.

Beaureguard Lionet is a fighter. Not in the sense of class, because she isn't but in the sense of personality. Beau is a fighter in the sense that her first reaction to any problem is to punch it.

This transition is a wipe transition, but its important because of what it uses. It uses the opportunity to show off the uniforms of Beau's attackers, because otherwise the shadows of the rest of the shot make them hard to make out. These are wearing the same robes as her. Whoever they are, they are part of a team of some kind with her, they are people she should be able to trust, but look at how much damage they have done to her. Look at how heavily she is breathing. And look at what Beau does in response.

She fights back. This is how the animation gets across this character. She isn't complex, she doesn't need a great explanation, she doesn't have different sides to her, she just hits things until they stop being a problem.

I will also point out her eyes again. They are blue, not an unnatural eye colour, but they are the same blue as her robes, and the robes of those who are attacking her. Once again, the has warped the vision of its recipient, and in this case, it's creating a cycle of violence as all she knows how to do, is hit things.

We don't see Nott The Brave for a while in this animatic. We instead see, once again, the eyes. But I also want to point out that this was made before we knew about Veth. So we were just seeing the scared goblin.

This is as close as we get in this scene, and its Nott actively hiding from the light. The warmth scares her, and for good reason, its the same heat that we see emanating from her eyes. Once again, the trauma that has contaminated a character's vision is changing their reactions to the world.

And with that, I would like to talk about Jester, and I would like to do that in context.

The term "foil" in the context of a character was actually popularised by William Shakespear, who handily explained the metaphor for us.

"And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off."

Put in English, I shine brighter when you have something to compare me to. And this is what a foil character is, a character who brings about elements in other characters that can easily be missed, or who shows off by contrast their personalities.

Jester is one of the two characters in the Mighty Nein who is not a child of trauma, and her introduction shows that. She reacts to her life by laughing, and contrast that with everyone else. Fjord reaches for a sword, the item of his trauma; Beau tries to fight her trauma despite that approach clearly not working; and Nott hides from it, unable to reach out for help.

And it is notable that the first time we see an adult Jester, she looks normal (if a bit over cheerful), then is immediately contrasted with the rest of the Nein.

This not only shows just how different her demeanour is from the rest of the crew, but it shows her effect on them. She makes them all smile. Jester and Caduceus are very much support characters in the truest sense of the word. They support others. Jester shows genuine kindness towards everybody else, and it reflects onto them.

This shot is neat but not too special. Its a tracking shot on the hat of all things, because thats what important here, and it shows the traveling dynamic of the group. It's a tiny bit of tension in an otherwise calm scene, so the camera is steady, but speeds up slightly to match the movement of the object, then comes to a stop when it is caught. There is very little stress, but there is a sense of comradery.

Similarly, this shot establishes some stakes with a rising pan to show the scale of the threat and to show some more information, but it is hardly a monster, so the camera isn't really in a hurry.

Enter Caleb Widogast, born in fire. I don't think they could write a more thematic entrance if they tried. An abrupt cut shows the night, then it is entirely consumed by fire, only to reveal Caleb.

There is no motion here. The camera is stock still. This is the exact same thing with Ashton and FCG in the Bell's Hells. Caleb is disassociating from the heat in front of him, and there is a fascinating reason behind that. Caleb has two characters that need to be introduced to better understand him, the man, and Bren, the boy.

The flames consume the screen again, and then part to show a boy, staring at the screen, in horror. This is what you need to know about this character, this is a character forged in flames, born from the Ashes. Bren is dead, Caleb Widogast remains.

And this shot, with Caleb, Astrid and Eadwulf silhouetted against the fire, shows what kind of trauma we are talking about, and what effect it has. This is guilt, and in contrast with the rest of his party, this guilt is paralysing.

Yasha, however, is introduced in a calm way, in contrast to everything around her. The camera shows you a woman, meditating, and then pans backwards to reveal this:

This is a woman surrounded by bloodshed, who has made a concerted effort to look away from it, and to look to the Storm Lord for guidance. This is a woman looking for healing, in comparison to everyone else, but that looking doesn't change the fact that that trauma is still there.

The next few scenes are cool, but don't really add anything to this analysis and I only have a few more images I can show here, so I'm going to skip to Taliesin's characters.

Caduceus has two introductions. One is this shot, which is a cool action shot of him casting an epic spell and vanquishing a crowd of enemies. But instead of the incredibly animated (in the sense of exaggerated poses) nature of his companions, Caduceus clay is calm and collected. He is unquestionably the anchor of the group, and where Jester contrasts them emotionally, Caduceus does so on a philosophical level. Caduceus is a gardener of fungus.

Mushrooms and other fungi are recyclers, they grow on dead trees and creatures and give a forest new life. They clear out the debris and make way for new things to take hold. That's what Caduceus does for the Nein, he helps them get through their trauma so that Jester can help them improve and become better.

Caduceus's actual introduction is muted, and there's a point to that. He's not trying to be the main character, you don't need to understand his family life to understand him. You need to understand that can stand in a graveyard and see the light, that he is at peace with what has gone before him and helps people to get past it, and that his entire mission, to regrow the grove, isn't to bring back what is lost, but to help regrow something new in its place instead of the blight that lingers there.

Mollymauk is introduced as a weapon transformed into a grave. That is what this transition is and I think that's really important. Mollymauk is, very clearly, a repurposed soul. He isn't the first person to inhabit that shell, and he isn't the last. I also want to point out how this character is represented here, not with a heroic memory, but with a quiet moment or remenicing on times gone by. He is a shadow that haunts the Nein.

This is by far the simplest shot in the entire video, and that's because it isn't telling you anything. You bring your own emotions to the table here, you bring the memories to the grave, that's how grieving works.

Once again, there is more to this video, but I'm only allowed to put 30 images in a single post. So I leave you with a quote from Niel Gaiman.

"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."

DnD likewise, and all TTRPGs for that matter, are powerful because in them, with a little bit of help from friends, any monster, no matter how personal, can be defeated.

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littlemarianah · 1 month

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POV. Peeta

A story about Rye Mellark.

I never expected a second child...

Willow had just stopped wearing diapers. She was a happy and laughing girl. She ran around the house with loud footsteps and jumped into my lap when I came home from work.

She was a miracle. Katniss got pregnant after almost a year of trying, after more than a decade of planning. The pregnancy was slow and difficult. Katniss looked completely destroyed every time I looked at her. I thought she would be the only one.

One day Katniss looked at me and said:

"I'm ready for one more."

And I asked "one more what?"

"Kid!" She answered me in the most obvious way possible. She spoke as if I had asked for one more. She always thought I wanted to have a big family. But I never said that. I think she was the one who wanted it, but didn't have the courage to admit it.

She started having dreams about a girl with blonde hair. She told me that this time she would be just like me, since Willow was so much like her. She was sure she was going to be a girl and we were going to name her Pearl.

In her first pregnancy, she craved wild berries, game meat, and forest roots; all the food she got in the forest, but she couldn't go and get it because of her huge belly and the harsh winter before Willow was born.

This time, even before she got pregnant, she wanted sweet and soft things. Like orange cakes, cinnamon rolls and gingerbread. She made me happy when she asked me for something that she was capable of doing. I cooked everything she wanted.

It didn't take long to finally become pregnant. Pregnancy was very different than the first time.

She was constantly smiling.

Her sexual desire was uncontrollable. She would drag me into the bakery storage room or onto the living room couch when Willow was taking a nap. She vocalized like she never did. She called me names or said things I never imagined would come out of her mouth.

She hunted almost every day and always made new dishes for us. She had much more strength than before. Once she dragged an entire deer from the forest to our house. I worried about how much effort she was putting in when she was nine months pregnant.

Rye was born at almost 42 weeks, her birth took a whole day and night. He was born on one of the hottest days in August. He was so fat and chubby that Willow's newborn clothes didn't even fit him.

Katniss thought he was a lot like me. Everyone talked about how Rye was my copy. Especially when he turned into a tall, burly, blonde teenager. But I always thought he looked like his mother. Even more so than Willow, who had Katniss's long, black hair.

Rye had Katniss's brave, silver eyes. They both had eagle eyes. Suspicious and attentive to everything. He had her sharp ears. And he had his talent for hunting. His hands were definitely like mine though. Thick fingers and large palms. Great for kneading bread.

At 14, he was already taller than his sister and mother. At 16, he looked 20. I didn't want him to help me at the bakery so soon, but I was old. Carrying those bags of flour all day with just one leg was too much for me at almost 50 years old. I was too weak for that. Rye started helping me when he was 15 and was much stronger than I was at his age. He had a talent in the kitchen. His breads were always perfect.

He was handsome but shy. He looked like my brother Bran, without the heartthrob charm. The girls seemed to like him. They always showed up at the bakery and bought a single cookie just to talk to him. Even though Rye looked older, he was still just a teenager. He would shrug his shoulders, get red in the face and flee to the kitchen as soon as he could.

He never had many friends. He spoke little. He would run away from school to go to the forest like Katniss used to do. She couldn't stay mad at him for that.

"He'll learn much more in the forest than at school." she said

I always warned him, but he said it was just this time. And he ended up coming home with a basket of berries and a fox again.

Rye was growing up and different from Willow, who went to study nursing far from District 12. He didn't want to leave our side. He kept carrying the heavy bags of flour for me and going into the forest to hunt with his mother.

He was always very kind, even too much.

He always let his sister have the biggest piece of pie for dessert.

He always helped me up the stairs, my legs becoming weaker as I got older.

One day I saw him talking at the back of the bakery. He whispered and a voice whispered back. They were giggling. She was a short girl with short brown hair. She started coming almost every day. Then they talked, giggled, and she left.

Until one day, they decided to get married. They were never engaged, and no one even knew that they were seeing each other. If Katniss liked to be secretive from the world, Rye was even more so. He didn't have a wedding and only invited me, Katniss, and Willow.

He just asked me to make a small cake with white icing and raspberry jam inside.

Rye's wife, Piper, was quieter than him. She had big brown eyes and got along very well with Katniss. The two used to sing. Piper knew how to please Katniss in a way I've never seen anyone else do.

The two moved to a cabin in the middle of the forest. 20 minutes walking from our house.

Then came the first granddaughter. A girl with black hair and honey eyes. Willow delivered her niece, there wouldn't be anyone better than her to do it. Since she had been a midwife for over five years at that time.

I remember the day Piper arrived at the door of our house with her belly too big for her. Rye hammered the door with his heavy hands, almost knocking it down. She moaned and cried until Katniss held her in her arms and carried her upstairs. Willow ran out with washcloths and basins of water. We never talk much about it, but Rye said she didn't have any family besides us.

Piper was so scared. She didn't seem to scream in pain, with each contraction she screamed in fear.

"Don't worry, Piper. All births are the same." I heard Willow say.

The girl asked me and Rye to wait outside. She didn't want us in there. Me and Rye sat outside and he put his head in his knees and didn't move until the baby cried. When she screamed from there, he moaned from here.

"Daddy, do you think she's going to die?" He asked me.

"She's much stronger than you imagine." I said.

And it was true.

They were parents at such a young age. Rye was 23 and she was 22. Such a hairy and chubby girl was born.

I later discovered that Katniss's black hair was the dominant gene in the family. They had four children. All with black hair.

Katniss lived more in the cabin they had in the forest than in our own house.

She taught our grandchildren songs and songs. She told about sewing and coal mines. She talked about her father. She talked about Prim. She talked about her late Great-Grandmother Ruth, who Rye's children never got to meet. She talked about her goat Lady Di.

"Where's your leg, grandpa?" the youngest boy asked me.

"I lost it in the Games."

"What games?" He responded.

They didn't know about them. That was something I could never get used to.

When my oldest granddaughter turned 12, we cut a cake and celebrated. That year marked the 50th anniversary of the end of the war.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #everlark #peeta mellark #fanfic #epilogue #rye mellark #willow mellark #aesthetic #parenthood #headcanon #toast babies

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lyaswriting · 6 months

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A Second Chance

Childe x Female!God!reader Reincarnation AU

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, no beta we die like Rex Lapis

„I will return to you. Pinky promise.“

The whispered promise still lingered in her mind, where it had been for centuries, as Y/N walked through the park outside of a changed Mondstadt, quickly looking before crossing the street so she wouldn‘t be hit by a car, while taking a sip from her coffee. So she entered the park, that looked like it was a bit of a window into a past she sometimes barely remembered for how long it had been. Yet here she could still sometimes sit down and remember, occasionally still having to defend from a few slimes or other elemental beings, but to Y/N it was worth it, if only for the memories. Y/N had watched, as the times had changed after the fall of Celestia, after visions were no longer necessary to control elemental powers and after humanity decided to take matters into their own hands. She had watched as civilizations had risen and fallen, as people had embarked on journeys greater than they could imagine, as lovers had found their way back to each other, proving themselves that true love does exist.

And yet, Y/N thought, mine is the exception. As her lover had never returned, even though he promised. But he had tried, oh how he had fought to come back to her, but in the end it hadn‘t been enough.

And so, to make peace with the past or to not forget it, she didn‘t really know, she began writing down the stories, and adventures she had seen and lived. And she had written many about her once friends, as she felt each of their stories deserved to be told. And yet, as if to mock her once more, none sold better than the Story about the True Love between the Harbinger and the Goddess of Dreams. Although people often complained about the story having such a grim ending. But that was the harsh truth, that some stories did not have a happy ending.

If she listened into herself she could still remember their first meeting as if it had been merely days ago. She had just awoken from a slumber the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles had put her under, so she had decided to join Aether, the brave outlander, in his cause and traveled the world. That was when she had met the ginger haired Harbinger in Liyue, before the Rite of Descension.

In the Guili Plains she had fought some vishaps that had attacked her, she remembered, and was close to winning the fight, growing confident in her powers, as someone jumped into the middle of the fight, flashing two identical hydro blades, and before she knew it, the vishaps lay dead before them.

„Excuse me, but I had that under control!“, Y/N told the young man a bit rudely, who in return only put away the blades, and turned around slowly, grinning.

„Is that so?“, he said, looking her over before looking at her mildly enraged face.

„Yes. I was testing my fighting abilities, not to mention cutting in, jumping in without asking if I need help is rude.“

„I‘m sorry then. I can see now that you are perfectly capable of handling yourself. Maybe I can take you out to dinner, as an apology?“, he offered, while trying to look guilty, and failing.

„Do you always ask out women this way? Try to charm them after saving their lives?“

„So you do admit I saved your life?“, and he‘d smirked, oh that smirk.

„I did not mean it that way.“

„Of course you didn‘t“

„You didn‘t even tell me your name yet“, she bit back then, which he countered„And you didn‘t give me an answer“

„Fine, if you insist.“

„Perfect, I‘m Ajax by the way.“, he said, a dashing smile on his face, and equally smiling she answered,„Y/N“.

A little smile snuck onto her face, before it faded and she remembered how the whole story had ended. It had been centuries, and yet her heart had not healed. Some people you love so much that they leave a mark behind when they go, Zhongli had once said after the Battle against Celestia, familiar of the pain Y/N felt. And sometimes, he had said, they refuse to leave either, returning one way or another. But that was only wishful thinking, she knew, as she looked down at her hands, still almost seeing the blood that had stained them so long ago.

She‘d found the Harbinger after the battle, but instead of being fine like he promised, there was a gaping wound in his stomach, leaking blood just like the dozens of cuts on his body. His eyes had lighted up at seeing her, even if his smile was more melancholic as she kneeled next to him.

„Hey girlie.“

„What… you‘ll be fine. We‘ll get you to Barbara or Baizhu. You‘ll be fine.“

At that, he raised a hand to cup her cheek, making her look at him.

„Girlie, it‘s too late. Even if you…“, he coughed at this moment, she remembered, and he‘d coughed up blood, „even if they come… I used Foul Legacy for too long… my life is spent.“

„No, no, no… This cannot be. There has to be a way, I‘m a goddess, that has to count for something… I can figure something out, I just need time…“, Tears streamed down her face at this point violently shaking her, as she felt his breathing slow down, his voice raspy, „I wish we‘d have that time. But you, Y/N, were the best thing I could have hoped for. You were my dream.“

„Please don‘t leave me, I can‘t… I can‘t…“

„I will return to you. Pinky promise.“

Those had been the last words the Harbinger had ever said. And since then, every year she had returned to the park, to the same tree he had leaned against in his final moments, as if it could somehow make her feel closer to him.

That was when she heard it in the distance by the lake, fighting noices near the lake.

„If it is those damn hydro slimes again, I swear…“, she muttered under her breath, as she ran to the lake, already summoning her powers in her hand, throwing it at the slimes as soon as she saw them, apparently much to the dismay of their opponent.

„And here I thought I‘d get a little practice, but I guess not…“, the guy muttered.

That voice, that voice she had heard in her own dreams for a few hundred years now. It couldn‘t be, could it?

Y/N turned around, her heart beating so fast she would be scared if she weren‘t a goddess. And there he stood, as if he had never been gone, ginger hair tousled from the fight, hydro blades still in his hands.

„Anything particular you are staring at? Wanna spar perhaps after you destroyed my guinea pigs?“

He still had a playful tone, she noticed, but one look told her, that he didn‘t know who she was. Her heart sank a bit, before she caught herself, nearly laughing at the irony of their meeting.

„I… I‘m sorry, that was rude. I just thought someone might need help again and then I jumped in, completely disregarding your apparent dislike for help… I‘m sorry.“

„Apology accepted.“

„Even though, with those blades you wouldn‘t have gotten far against them, you know that right? Hydro vs Hydro and all.“

„Opinion noted.“

She laughed at that, an idea forming in her head.

„Opinion? You‘re welcome. But if you insist, may I take you out on dinner, to make it up?“

He studied her then, something seemingly pulling him in.

„I‘m sorry, I didn‘t get your name, did I? I‘m Ajax.“, and with that he stretched out his hand to her, which she shook, and smiled.

„I‘m Y/N“.

Ajax paused for a second, a feeling gnawing at him, as if he should remember something he doesn‘t, it was easy to read for Y/N, after all she had known him once before.

„Have we met once before?“, he asked, staring at her curiously.

„We kind of did. But I think you wouldn‘t believe me if I told you, it‘s apparently kind of a neverending story…“, she answered truthfully, looking into his blue eyes, full of life this time, and more mesmerizing than ever.

„Try me“, he said then, „maybe at that dinner you offered?“

And he smirked, oh that smirk.

And Y/N smiled too.

Maybe Zhongli had been right, that some people are bound to each other, and maybe Ajax had kept his promise too, he had found a way to return to Y/N.

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All Along (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, Fluff, Pining, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (F), Happy Ending.

Description: Reader has been crushing on George since Year 3 and never tells him about her feelings for him. She notices everything about the boy, even how to tell him apart from his twin. After a certain conversation with her friends one night, Reader finally has the courage to talk to George.

HELLO this doesn’t follow the books! Also this might be the longest fic I ever wrote to date so please forgive me. Hehe enjoy. Check out my other stories as well, thanks! :) <3

I was in love with George Weasley.

I mean who wouldn’t be after all of his crazy antics and all that he’s done for me. I first noticed him in Year 1 while I was waiting to be sorted into a house. I looked around out of curiosity at all the students who had gone through and watched this exact ceremony during their first year. I scanned the room thoroughly, finding some friendly faces who seemed excited about the new students that year and were smiling down at us and then coming across other faces who looked like they just wanted this to be over and done with.

That’s when my eyes found him. Tousled untamed red hair and a huge smile. He was chattering away with the group of people who surrounded him and someone beside him who I now realized was his twin. I watched as he threw his head back in laughter and I suddenly felt the warmest feeling in my chest. I wondered if he felt me staring as he looked in my direction and we made eye contact for a brief moment. Staring back at one another and I watched as his lips slowly curled into a smile. I was the first to break contact due to hearing my name being called.

“(Y/N L/N)” my ears perked up at the sound of my name and I turned around to look at Professor McGonagall who was already looking back at me. I moved through the small crowd of newcomers and confidently headed up the steps towards the stool so I could sit down. Almost immediately after I sat, the sorting hat announced that I would excel in Gryffindor and that was that. The table to my left cheered loudly when they heard the name of their house being called once again. Gryffindor was having a good day, almost the majority of new students had been sorted into their house. My gaze returned to the orange haired boy that I noticed earlier. He was already gazing back at me and cheering. We held eye contact as I made my way over to the Gryffindor table and upon my arrival, he extended his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. “Hello I’m George Weasley, pleasure to have you here.”

From that very first interaction, George and I had become fast friends. I got to know him better that year and learned that he and Fred, who was his twin brother, just made it onto the Quidditch team. George was a year older than I so for him it was his 2nd Year. Despite our short age difference I had always been welcomed into Georges friend group and also became best friends with Katie Bell, who was the teams chaser.

Although George and I had been friends first, it wasn’t until my 3rd Year when I realized I liked my tall friend. I was sitting down by the black lake thinking of home when suddenly George appeared by my side and asked me what was wrong, in which I didn’t want to burden him with my feelings and simply told him I was fine. He insisted and told me he would listen to me talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. So eventually I caved and told him how I felt kind of lonely since being at Hogwarts was my first time living so far away from my parents and that I really struggled during my first year. I thought he was amazing for staying and listening to me as I vented and I realized that he was a good person. George told me my feelings were valid and basically had this entire speech about being brave and said that if I ever felt lonely, I could always go looking for him and he wouldn’t turn me away. I was touched and told him how I really appreciated him. It wasn’t until he pulled me into a hug and started curling my hair around his finger out of comfort that I had become conscious of him. No one else knew this but my mom used to do that same thing with my hair whenever I was having a rough day and she could always soothe me. My tense body immediately relaxed and George noticed right away. This moment was what started it all and I began thinking, “Maybe I like George more than a friend.”

At first I was in denial but was shut down immediately when I noticed I couldn’t look at Fred in the same way that I viewed his twin brother. Even though they were identical, I always knew which twin was which. After I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for George, I decided it would be best for me to ignore them. I continued to make excuses for myself and tried to stay at a distance but George kept pushing to be in my life and started being even nicer to me. The younger twin didn’t want his friend to feel lonely like she did in her 3rd year so after that he always kept an eye on her. He didn’t even realize (Y/N) was hopelessly crushing on him.

It was now Year 6, it was the twins 7th year. George was one of my good friends. Both of us were apart of the same friend group so we usually spent a lot of time with them as a collective. Currently I was lounging on the couch in the common room waiting for nothing in particular when George descended from the stairs and made his way over the minute his eyes fell upon me, “Hi.” He sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder. “Hi Fred…” I joked. One of the many things that never failed to amuse me was when they didn’t believe I could tell them apart so I would purposely call the brothers by the wrong name. George scoffed dramatically, “You say you can tell us apart but hear you are calling out the name of my brother, this is blasphemy!” I clicked my teeth with my tongue and scolded him for his theatrics. “You know damn well I know who you are George Weasley.” I reassured him and looked away to stare into the crackling fire. “I could identify you even if my eyes were closed and I heard the sound of your voice.” I admitted. I didn’t know George was currently staring at me with raised eyebrows and was about to speak when we heard the rest of our friends enter the portrait hole and come join us around the fire.

After that little moment with (Y/N) in the common room, George couldn’t help but wonder throughout the rest of the week why his younger friend was able to identify him and his twin without failure. Did they really spend that much time together where she had the opportunity to observe them both and make out what skin blemishes one twin had and the other one didn’t? He really didn’t have the answer to that question since nobody in their 17 years of life was ever able to successfully tell them apart, until now. Even their own mother had difficulties telling the twins apart. The thought of his younger friend taking the time to decipher which twin was which made George smile. No one had ever taken the time to figure out anything about him and his brother. People decided to lump them in as Fred&George, as if they were conjoined twins. The fact (Y/N) could see the twins as their own individual person filled his heart with joy. George was pulled from his thoughts when he was approached by Alicia Spinnet, one of his old friends.

Somewhere in the school, (Y/N) was mindlessly strolling into parts of the castle that she had never been to before but she was too zoned out to come back to reality and correct herself so she continued walking until she heard giggling coming from a nearby classroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a girl and a boy. Normally she would have kept walking but the sound of the boys laugh caught her attention. She heard that same laugh way too many times for her to misidentify him. (Y/N) gravitated towards the sound of the laugh like a cartoon character who had just smelled a fresh pie in the window. Sure enough, inside the room sat Alicia Spinnet with George and she was flirting with him. I bit the inside of my cheek then did a U turn on my heel and got the heck out of there. I did not want to see that. I ran back in the direction of my dorm.

“And yeah I just wanted to see if you would like to go for a butter beer with me this weekend?” Alicia giggled and asked George on a date after their conversation about being partnered up in Transfiguration and how she had such a fun time. George was about to agree when the image of (Y/N) popped up in his head and he stopped in his tracks. He decided to take that as a sign not to go and instead declined the invitation and apologized. After they parted ways he began looking for the girl that was now on his mind. Why did he have this odd feeling. George sighed and pushed the thought out of his head. He began looking for (Y/N).

(Y/N) had grumpily made her way back to the dorms where her best friend Katie Bell was hanging out and doing homework with their mutual friend Angelina.

Upon my arrival to said dorm, I plopped onto my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Katie noticed immediately and excused herself to come over to my bed. She sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my thick locks and asked what was bothering me. I shook my head and grumbled, “Nothing just tired.” But she knew better than that. Katie knew me like the back of her hand. She began taking individual locks of hair and curling it around her finger knowing this action was my weakness and I would soon cave and tell her what was on my mind.

I sighed and turned my head to look at her. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t be upset when you do that.” I let my eyes close as Katie continued curling my hair around her finger. “I feel like you already know what I’m about to say..” I whispered and started to chew on my bottom lip. Katie chuckled and nodded, “Unfortunately, I know you more than you know yourself.” “At this point I’m pretty sure everyone does.” I said whilst sitting up and started staring at my hands. “It’s just.. it’s not like I want to be in love with one of my best friends but I can’t help what I feel! He’s always there with his nice face and kind words making sure I’m alright and he’s always hugging me or leaning on me, what am I supposed to do or how am I supposed to react!?” I exclaimed. Angelina looked over at her friends. She felt bad for her friend who couldn’t admit to her feelings in fear of ruining the dynamic that she and George had with each other. Angelina made her way over to her friends and knelt down next to Katie. “You know (Y/N), you could always just tell him how you feel about him. George cares about you so much and I know he would never hurt you. But right now you’re hurting yourself and it’s time to accept these feelings or move on.” With that being said, Angelina tucked a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and exited their shared dorm. The dark haired girl had always been the blunt one out of the trio and always said what others didn’t want to hear.

My eyes drifted to my best friend and I gasped dramatically at the way she was looking at me. Like as if she agreed with what Angelina was saying. “Come on K not you too!” I whined and pushed her hand away from my head. She began to slowly nod as if she was hesitant to disagree with her best friend in fear she would be upset with her. I rolled my eyes. We sat in silence for a while just thinking before I obnoxiously sighed, knowing there was no other way around this and my friends were right. It was time for me to let go of these feelings. Either he felt the same way and would reciprocate my feelings or I was about to make a huge mistake but I deserved to think with a clear head. “Okay!” I finally agreed. “Okay?” Katie looked kind of shocked. “Okay. Im going to tell him how I feel!” Katie tackled me out of joy knowing how big of a step I was taking and told me how proud of me she was. After this conversation we discussed when I should ask George to talk. I was nervous yet kind of excited. I just hoped he felt something for me as well.

George had finally reached the common room just as (Y/N) was coming back down the stairs. They immediately made eye contact and George beckoned her over with the nod of his head. She bid her goodbyes to Katie and made her way over to him. “Hi Georgie.” She said then leaned over to hook their arms and face him towards the direction he just came from. “Care to join me for a walk around the castle?” She peered up at him through her long eyelashes and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked tonight. All of a sudden he thought about Alicia and felt glad he didn’t agree to the date. He showed off his nice white teeth and smiled that gorgeous smile (Y/N) adored so much and he nodded, letting the younger girl drag him along. They were walking in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until (Y/N) finally broke the ice and spoke. “George? You would never hurt me right?” She asked, making them both stop walking. He gulped. Why was she suddenly asking this? Did she know about Alicia? Was she jealous? Why would she be jealous anyways and why was he wishing she was? “I mean I know you would never hurt me. I don’t know why I asked that..” (Y/N) blushed and looked away letting out a laugh due to her being a little embarrassed. (Y/N) actually knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to prepare herself for the big confession her and Katie planned.

Without another word, George shook his head and in a flash, pulled her right against his chest. Was she feeling lonely again? Feeling confident, he kissed the top of her head and began to speak, “I would never dream of hurting you love, are you okay? What’s with the sudden question?” He pulled away a little and forced her to look at him. She couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on her face. “Uh nothing just a random thought, I promise I’m okay!” She removed her face from his grasp and buried it back in his chest. “I don’t think I could ever handle losing you to be honest.” (Y/N) admitted out of the blue and inhaled his scent in doing so. This unexpected confession made Georges heart flutter and he squeezed her a little closer.

One thing he always admired about (Y/N) was her confidence and her ability to always say what she was currently thinking. In a way, he found her rather intimidating but also found himself drawn to the younger girl. They relaxed in each others embrace and (Y/N) found herself pushing him to the nearest wall. This was it. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time. Whatever she was doing, George liked it and the feeling of her guiding him, had him wrapped around her finger in a swift second. She slowly moved her head upwards and stood up on her tiptoes, about to place a kiss against the spot between his shoulder and neck, when the sound of people running and yelling had startled the pair and George had grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby classroom.

Inside the classroom, he leaned against a desk and looked down in disappointment, feeling like he just missed something important. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this little interruption ruin what she was about to do a moment ago and she rushed over to George, ducking to where he hung his head and pressed her lips against his, lifting his head in the process. Her hand going to his cheek to hold. George was stunned, he didn’t even have time to react and kiss back before (Y/N) pulled away. “Godric forgive me!” She exclaimed and stepped back a little before she began to pace back and forth. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go!” She ranted to him and he stayed quiet, feeling rather confused in that moment, trying to process what just happened. “I should’ve asked if I was allowed to kiss you, I’m sorry George.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down momentarily, before bringing her attention back to him. “I asked you to come for a walk because I had something to tell you but I kind of got swept up in the moment so I apologize..” She started and George just nodded his head, waiting for her explanation. “I actually wanted to talk about us… You’re probably wondering why I kissed you and the answer to that question is..” (Y/N) stopped herself and gulped. “The answer to that q-question is that I-I really like you George.” She finally managed to spit out. “I like you so much and not being able to tell you such a huge secret has been eating me alive and I really needed you to know that.” (Y/N) whispered the last few words, looking at the ground as she slowly lost her confidence and slowly backed away. She did not want to see the look on Georges face right now.

Just as she turned to run away, George reached out for her and pulled her against him. Her back was now pressed to his chest and he rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand reached out for a strand of her long hair, curling it around his finger. Neither of them spoke during this little moment that they were having. (Y/N)s eyes slowly shut and she exhaled, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. George continued playing with her hair and slowly started to rub circles over her tummy. Trying to calm her down. Even with the position they were in, he could still feel how fast her heart was beating and noticed how she quivered a little. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Always seeing her when she was confident and at her best, only letting herself be sad in front of him when he really pushed for it. All in the span of 10 minutes, she had been acting so out of place and frantic and it wasn’t a side that George ever saw. It now hit him, her letting him see how vulnerable she was in that moment was really difficult for his normally confident friend and she truly meant what she said. (Y/N) really did have feelings for him and he wouldn’t have asked for anything better if he was given the chance.

His chin moved from the top of her head to her left shoulder so he could try get a look at her face. When he was successful, his heart skipped a beat at the expression that was displayed across the beautiful girls face. (Y/N)s eyes were closed and she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, instead she looked very content being wrapped in his embrace and she had a faint pink blush that appeared and rested across her nose. She was breathing steadily again, the action of George playing with her hair making her feel completely calm and her heartbeat became steady as well.

George now realized why there always seemed to be more than what he claimed when he always watched over (Y/N) and protected her from everything. Why he had declined the invitation from Alicia all because the image of her popped into his mind. He always loved her. From the moment they first saw each other in her first year when she was about to be sorted. The way they couldn’t stop gazing at one another as if they knew one day, they would become that very person for each other, the person they couldn’t stand to be apart from.

Without another word, George removed his hand from the girls waist and all the way to her chin, then in an instant he had moved her face so she could look back at him. Her eyes opened and she realized how close they were to one another. George leaned a little closer before asking her for permission to kiss her. She could only nod, scared of what her voice might sound like and that was it. Their lips molded with each others and George pulled her closer against him. His hand was now slightly around her neck and his fingers held her jaw in place so they could reach each other and kiss.

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George pretty much accepted my confession and we were now kissing. My hand wrapped around his wrist, the one he had around my neck and I slowly removed it, pushing it downwards and guided it to rest overtop my right boob. His eyes opened once he felt her. George could never bring himself to do this with another girl, always stopping the minute he thought of (Y/N) and disliked how the guilt would become too unbearable. But this was different. This was who he wanted all along and she was letting him touch her in intimate places, these little movements letting him know that she trusted him and she wanted him to do this to her.

Once her hand dropped from his, it was like her silent way of letting him know he could take over and he begin squeezing and rotating her breast, observing her to see if this was making her feel something. (Y/N) stopped kissing George for a moment to let out a breathy moan and this encouraged him to carry on. She reconnected their lips and their kisses got sloppier as his hand dragged over her stomach and slowly lifted up her top so he could get his hand under it. His hand moved back up towards her boob and he began squeezing it again, now feeling the thin material of her bra and he found himself getting turned on. As George continued feeling her up, he had switched out his left hand and instead, started to touch her breast with his right. His left hand was now moving down her stomach and stopped just above her waistband. (Y/N) knew what he was silently asking permission for and she whispered into the kiss, “Fucking touch me already George.”

With this demand, Georges hand quickly unbuttoned her jeans and now hovered over her clothed vagina, hesitating as if they hadn’t already crossed a line they couldn’t return from. Just as (Y/N) pushed her tongue into Georges mouth, he began to rub her pussy over her panties and she moaned into his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure she so desperately needed and she began to spread her legs. He soon realized how difficult this position was and in one swift movement, he quickly switched so (Y/N) was now sitting on the desk he once leaned on. George removed her pants completely then grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge. He peered into her eyes as they shined back up at him and he knew she had him once again. (Y/N) had the boy wrapped around her finger and could make him do anything she desired. She knew it too.

I grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to me so we could make out again. I was obsessed with the way our lips moved perfectly together and I knew I wouldn’t be able to kiss anybody else after him. George Weasley had me under this spell and I didn’t care to be saved anytime soon. I wanted to be swallowed by this love. I wanted to feel the parts of him I never felt before. My hands moved to his pants and I fought with the buckle, this action letting George know what I wanted and he caught my attention as he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. I bit my lip at the show he was so obviously putting on for me and spread my legs once I realized what it was for. As if I wasn’t already wet enough for him to stick his fingers inside me, George being the kind of person he was to me, wanted to make sure I was 100% comfortable and didn’t feel too much stretching when he began to prepare me for what was to come next.

I leaned in to place a soft kiss to the side of (Y/N)s mouth before I moved her panties to the side and spread her lips. My thumb immediately went to her clit and I began rubbing hard circles against it, causing her to buck her hips and moan. I bit my lip, fuck she sounded sexy. Finally, my finger hovered over her hole and I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her stretching and pulsating around my finger and I continued to push it all the way inside her. “Fuck you’re tight.” I told her and placed a sloppy kiss to her thigh to let her know it was a good thing. A dark red blush was now showing on her face and her breathing was becoming shallow. I slowly fingered her and watched closely as her pussy seemed to swallow my digit over and over. When she started feeling more wet, I added another finger and continued expertly fucking her with my fingers at the same time that I rubbed her clit. (Y/N) was now moaning and moving her hips so Georges fingers could hit perfectly. “I-I’m going to-“ before she could even finish her sentence, George had stopped fingering her and replaced them with his tongue. He knew he could drive her over the edge with how sensitive he had made her by stopping and he flicked his tongue out to lick her reddened clit.

“G-George please-“ She cried and tried grinding down onto his face only for him to slightly pull back, attempting to tease her. “FUCK! George please just do something I-I!” (Y/N) was starting to feel the effects of her denied orgasm and she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. George chuckled only wanting to tease her a little before he finally ate her up. With one last agonizingly slow lick to her clit, he shoved his fingers back inside her and began performing the best oral sex she had ever experienced. Sucking hard on her clit and curling his fingers deep inside her. (Y/N) clawed at his hands and pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer. She was beginning to feel overstimulated but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. With one last guttural moan leaving her mouth, she arched her back so high off the desks she laid across and he continued to lap at her sensitive pussy as she rode out her orgasm. With one final sigh, he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her again. She didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue, it made the kiss so much hotter.

As they began to make out again, her hand moved down to his still hard dick and pumped it a few times, making him bite her lip as he attempted to suppress his moans. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her finger over the head, noticing a bit of pre cum leaking out and she started to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me.” She said in the most sexiest voice George had ever heard and he roughly grabbed her thighs and shoved himself inside her, his head fell back and he let out a loud moan at how warm and tight she felt and once again, he began to move in and out of her. As he fucked her even faster, both of their feelings began to build up and they couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuuuuuck I love you!” George moaned out and continued to fuck her hard. “I love you!” He repeated and she couldn’t help as her tears welled up in her eyes and she felt overwhelmed. This was actually happening and to top it off, she didn’t even say I love you yet. It was all George.

His thrusts had started becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his release and she sat up whilst he was still inside her, helping him to reach an even deeper angle and she tossed her arms around his neck, biting down on it hard as George hit something over and over and she knew she was going to cum again. With one last thrust of his hips and her grinding down to meet with him, they both came at the same time and blurted out how much they loved each other. George pressed his lips back onto hers. Emptying himself inside her before he finally pulled out. Her legs were so shaky and his knees felt wobbly. He quickly flicked his wand and said a spell that sort of cleaned them up. George helped (Y/N) dress then gently helped her down from the desk.

“You okay?” George asked me and I smiled at his now concerned yet red face. He really decided to act flustered now after all we just did. I giggled then leaned on my tip toes so I could reach up and kiss him. “Do you want to go have a bath?” I suggested after we separated and he nodded, scooping me up in his arms and insisting that I was going to be sore later.

Ignoring her pleas to be put down, he walked in the direction of the bathroom so he and his new love could get cleaned up and go finish off their night cuddling in bed.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader fic #harry potter #my fic #smut #x reader #teasing

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Boy For All Seasons

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 Ao3

On the final night of 1985, Steve hosted a party. Well, less of a party and more just Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byer,s and Jonathan's strangely chill friend Argyle who had followed him to Hawkins for the holidays. When Steve had told Eddie of the little get-together Eddie was a bit excited, a chance for a Harrington party experience without the fear of getting beat up or having to sell.

He and Nancy had actually gotten along great at the Christmas party and she had insisted that she would help tutor Eddie once school returned so that they could all graduate this year. Steve was supplying the beer and Eddie was going to bring along some joints until Steve had told him Argyle was bringing some good shit from the coast and he wasn't going to pass up free weed.

Eddie had loved 1985, an almost perfect year thanks to the beautiful boy beside him that was now passing him the joint. Maybe next year would be even better if Eddie got up the courage to tell Steve how he was feeling. He was going to go for it, one last holiday tradition to seal the deal, a kiss at midnight.

"What no costume for this technically a holiday, Eds?"

"I did brainstorm one, sweetheart but I decided probably wasn't the best to cover myself in fireworks and then smoke weed."

Steve giggled at this, the beer and weed allowing him to relax for once. Steve had told Eddie a lot about his nightmares, no specifics, something always seemed to stop him, a lot were about the fire or some dogs that tried to attack him and the kids. It didn't happen every night but some nights Eddie would wake up to Steve's side of the bed empty or muffled cries beside him. Eddie hated those nights, and wished he could take all of Steve's hurt away. At least in the daytime, he could give Steve this, a distraction.

"What's your new year's resolution, Stevie?"

Steve laughed, "Does anyone really mean those?"

"No, but they're fun, c'mon I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"Be braver," Steve says gazing softly at Eddie, Eddie wishes he would look that way forever.

"Now Stevie, who's telling you you're not brave, hmm?"

"Robs, says I'm a wuss, don't go for things right in front of me."

"Is that so, well, I'll have to talk to our little birdie, get her to get you some slack, bravest boy I know, baby." Steve blushed and ducked his head away, Eddie took this as a win, maybe he'd be brave tonight too.

"Alright, what's yours Eds?"

"I think being braver sounds like a good one," Eddie said smirking. Steve gasped at this shoving Eddie playfully.

"You can't steal mine that's cheating!"

"Why can't we share! Sharing is caring Stevie!" Eddie yelled shoving Steve back, the two boys tussled playfully ultimately Steve getting the upper hand, hovering over Eddie.

"C'mon Eds, what do you want to do next year?" Steve said softly, eyes sparkling.

The word was on the tip of his tongue, he wanted to say "you", that he wants Steve next year, not just as a best friend or a bed warmer or someone to tease on holidays but someone to love with his whole being, someone to chase the nightmares away. He almost was brave enough to say it before Robin interrupted him.

"Steve! Where are the party poppers? It's gonna be midnight soon!"

For a moment Steve hesitated before climbing off Eddie and heading into the kitchen to help her. Shortly after the radio started calling that it was five minutes til midnight.

"Eddie can I have your lighter for the sparklers and could you go grab those two from the kitchen, don't know what's taking them so long."

"Sure, Nance, here," Eddie replied handing her the lighter before heading inside.

Eddie wished someone else had come to grab them, or that he'd been a bit louder as he came inside, maybe then he wouldn't have heard them.

"What Robs, you think a guy like me and a guy like Eddie would ever work, we're too different?" Eddie thought Steve liked that Eddie was different, that he wasn't like those assholes Steve used to hang around with.

"Steve if you jus-"

"No Robin, it's not happening it'll never happen ok." Eddie felt his heart break in two, he knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up, he knew he shouldn't have let himself fall in love.

Eddie heard Robin sigh, "Ok Steve, we'll talk about this later let's just go outside for the countdown." It was then Eddie made himself known.

"Hey guys, Nance wants us all outside."

"Yeah, yeah we're coming Eddie." Eddie couldn't remember the last time Steve had used his full name, it felt like the end of whatever this year had been building.

The three of them joined the others outside and counted down the last seconds of what was almost the perfect year for Eddie Munson. They gazed at the fireworks and Eddie tried not to think about how beautiful Steve looked under their colours. There was no need to be brave, no kiss at midnight.

Eddie had a new resolution, getting over Steve.

Guess 1985 wasn't his year after all.

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#would it really be a B story if there wasn't a bit of angst?#only the finale to go!!!!#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #new years eve #threw in the spicy six for funsies tho #angst #whoops #the end will be cute tho!!!!!#ficlet

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Dresden files Cold days live blog

Dresden files Cold days

“Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, Monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas on physical therapy.” pg. 11

Mab and therapy don’t go together

Time to look up what The Cat Sith is

I already love Cat Sith and Harry’s dynamic

“The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground” pg. 31 Bianca party Harry’s rap sheet with parties is terrible. Why do people keep inviting him to parties. It never ends well.

“Wait for instructions. Follow instructions.”

“I’m not good at either of those things” pg. 33 Ha

Harry’s birthday!

“She’d been, ah, vajazzled” pg. 50 Ha

I love Harry’s telling off of Maeve

“I’m never really comfortable with parties.” pg. 58 Yep and I predict that this party going as bad as well as all the others disaster)

Eldest Gruff!

Oh no Eirkling isn’t he still trying to kill Harry?

“You are such a fanboy, Dresden.” pg. 65 Yep and who wouldn’t fanboy over Santa?

“Not till after Halloween. Enough is enough, I’m drawing the line.” pg. 66 Ha

Alright something is up. No one is telling Harry anything

Cool that Eldest Gruff used his ears to indicate where Sarissa went

“Ask the Red Court about it. Oh wait” pg. 76 Ha I probably shouldn’t have laughed at that

“Build a man a fire and he’s warm for a day.” I said “But set a man on fire and he’s warm for the rest of his life.” pg. 77 Ha and nice Pratchett reference

“I had one advantage: I was used to competing out of my weight class.” pg. 89 Yep

Go Sarissa!

“Kill my daughter. Kill Maeve” pg. 103 What

“Wait. Your job is…You’re BFFs with Mab?” pg. 115 Ha

Toot toot!

“One day,” I told myself “one brave and magnificent day, I will actually be cool.” pg. 129 Ha and I think you’re cool Harry

Bob!

The Winter mantel sucks

“-but he’s still kind of a friend.”

Bob made a gagging sound. “Don’t get all sappy on me, Dresden.” pg. 141 Aw come on Bob I like Harry being sappy

“while Mab bestrobe me, her naked body strangling me, ranking my thoughts out through my eyes,”

“I shuddered and forced the memory away.” pg. 148 This is terrible please get therapy. If I say it enough times it’s bound to happen

“I know how to kill an immortal.” pg. 149 Oh boy

“It’s when the world of the dead is closest to the mortal world. Everyone-everything-standing in this world is mortal of Halloween.” pg. 152 Of course it’s on Harry’s birthday

“Is that going to happen to me?” pg. 156 Poor Harry you’re not going to turn out like Slate

I agree with Bob talk and trust your friends Harry

Go Toot Toot!

Molly!

“I swear, this stupid town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happened here? I’m gone for a few months and augh. Be right back. Grrsdll frrrsl rassle mrrrfl” pg. 196 Ha

“I looked around. It wasn’t home, but…it was in the in the right zip code. And it was maybe the single sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.” pg. 197 Aw :)

Thomas!

“You. Moron

You idiot.” pg. 212 Yes Thomas call Harry out

“Yeah,” I said. “I missed you, too” pg. 215 Aw :)

“If your new boss wanted you on the island, wouldn’t she just have told you to go there?” Thomas asked

“Seems like,” I said. “Taking her orders is pretty much my job now.”

Molly snorted

“Maybe I’ll grow into it,” I said “You don’t know.”

Thomas snorted softly” pg. 221 Ha

“Upon completion, I had dubbed it the Whatsup Dock, and Thomas had chucked me twenty feet into the lake, thus proving his utter lack of appreciation for reference-oriented humor.

(And I’d thrown mine forty feet out with magic, once I got dry. Because come on, he’s my brother. It was the only thing to do.)” pg. 223 Ha

“My brother is…geosexual.” pg. 227 Ha

“I don’t know what these are.” pg. 232 What Bob doesn’t know?

So the original Merlin built Deamonreach and Eb has his old journals

“The guys in the White Council who didn’t like me were going to turn purple and start frothing at the mouth when they found out.” pg. 252 Oh yeah definitely some frothing

“No wonder my grandfather had looked stunned when he’d seen what I done with Deamonreach. Or maybe less “stunned” than “horrified” pg. 252 Yep

“IT BURSTS FORTH FROM YOUR SKULL.” pg. 254 Oh no also that’s kinda like Athena. Is Bonnie going to be born in this book?

I love that Deamonreach also calls Molly grasshopper

“He’s one of mine,” I said in a hard voice. “You hurt him and you can forget me helping you.” pg. 256 Yay glad Harry protects Bob

“LESSER BEINGS ONCE KNEW TO RESPECT THEIR ELDERS,” said Deamonreach

“I respect the crap out of you,” Bob complained. “You want my help, and I’m telling you how. Now turn me around.” pg. 258 Ha

“So Lara got in bed with Marcone?”

“She tried,” Thomas said, “but Marcone kept it purely business. That’s two men who have turned her down in the same century. She was annoyed.” pg. 286 This is glorious! I want Harry and Marcone to happen purely for how funny it would be. Imagine if it happened how embarrassing it would be for Lara. Two men who turned her down in the same cemetery get with each other. Hilarious

Fix! Is Fix and Harry going to fight?

“You uh, looked kinda cozy, man. With Mab. On the stone table.”

Sealing a contract like the one with Mab isn’t something you do with an impersonal handshake. I felt my cheeks heat up. “Oh. You saw that.”

“All of Faeire did,” Fix said.

“God that’s humiliating” pg. 296 I legit winced when I read this. Ouch it’s terrible. I hope Jim puts this in here to show that what happened to Harry was bad and Jim addresses it.

I hope Harry talks to Murphy and see Maggie

“Wait a minute…We’re his flunkies.”

“You, maybe” Thomas said sneering. “I’m his thug. I’m way higher than a flunky.” pg. 324 Ha

Vadderrung!

“What do you need?” Vadderung asked

“Advice,” I said “Of the price is right”

“And what do you think a significant price be?

“Lucy charges a nickel”

“Ah,” Vadderung said. “But Lucy is a psychologist. You realize that you’ve just cast yourself as Charlie Brown.”

“Aurg” I said” pg. 318 Ha

“I will accept your offer of one favor-and-a nickel.”

“I told you. I don’t have a nickel.”

He nodded gravely. “What do you have?”

I rummaged in my pockets and came out with the jeweled cuff links from my tux. I showed them to him.

“Those aren’t a nickel” he said soberly. He leaned forward again as he had a moment before, and spoke slowly. “What do you have?”

I stared at him for a second. Then I said, “Friends.”

He sat back, his blue eye all but throwing off sparks, it was so bright.

“Thomas,” I called. “I need a nickel.”

“What?” Thomas asked “In cash?”

“Yeah”

Thomas reached into a pocket and produced a bunch of plastic cards. He fanned them out and showed them to me. “What about these?”

“Those aren’t a nickel,” I said

“Oh for goodness’ sake” Molly sighed. She reached into a pocket and produced what looked like a little old lady’s coin purse. Then she flicked a nickel toward me.

I caught it. “Thanks. You’re promoted to lackey.”

She rolled her eyes “Hail, Ming” pg. 320 Ha

“So if I go back in time and kill my grandfather, what happens?”

“He beats you senseless, I suspect” Vadderrung pg. 323 Ha and interesting that Vadderung knows that Ebenezar is Harry’s grandfather

“Birdbrains” pg. 326 Ha

Oh no Mac’s bar

“Thomas showed his teeth in a predatory grin. “I’m leaving bigger tips from now on.” pg. 336 Ha

“You will come with me”

“Isn’t that what Mab said. Harry?” Thomas quipped

I kept my hand shielded from Sharkface with my body and gave my brother the finger.

“Look, Spanky,” I said to Sharkface. “I’m a little bit busy to be tussling with every random weirdo who is insecure about his junk. Otherwise I would just love to smash you with a beer bottle, kick you in the balls, throw you out through the salon doors, the whole bit. Why don’t you have your people contact my people, and we can do this maybe next week?”

“Next week is your self-deprecation awareness seminar,” Thomas said.

I snapped my fingers “What about the week after?”

“Apartment hunting”

“Bother,” I said. “Well, no one can say we didn’t try. See you later.” pg. 342 Ha

“You have no place in this watcher.” pg. 342 Oh interesting name for Mac

Very cool that Harry that punched Sharkface through his own fire

“Man, the yahoos I scrap with never seem to anticipate that tactic.” pg. 346 Ha

Outsiders come to play

“And you enjoy driving authority figures insane,” Thomas said

I shrugged “I watched The Duke of Hazzard at a formative age,” I said. “Of course I enjoy it.” pg. 357 Ha

“Victor Sells the Shadowman,” I whispered “Agent Denton and the Hexenwolves. Leonid Kravos the Nightmare. My first three major cases.”

“Yes” Lilly whispered “Each of them was tainted by the contagion. It destroyed them.”

I put my hand on the rail and leaned against it. “Fourth case. Aurora. A champion of peace and healing who set out to send the natural world into havoc.” pg. 373 Oh possession? And conspiracy? Since the first case!?

Why are we trusting Maeve?

“I want the throne.” pg. 381 I don’t buy Maeve never struck me as someone who wanted the throne. But the Fae can’t lie something is up and I’m suspicious. I need a bulletin board and red string go full conspiracy theory

Hmm I’m rereading this exchange. Lilly seems uncomfortable with telling the truth but Maeve doesn’t.

Okay the facts as we know them now

Mab wants Harry to kill Maeve

Lilly believes there’s a contagion that changes people

Lilly hasn’t examined Mab

Maeve has and claims Mabs infected

Outsiders are in this book

Harry isn’t infected

Could Maeve be infected and that’s why she can tell the truth? That would also explain why she wants to kill Mab. Could it have something to do with the Outsiders? I don’t have any strong evidence so it’s a bit tin foil hat theory so far.

Ace?! Why are you doing this?

Murphy!

“Be silent, mortal cow.” pg. 395 Rude

“Hey,” I said innocently. “Weren’t there seven of you guys a minute ago.” pg. 398

“Hey,” I said, in the same tone “Weren’t there six of you guys a minute ago.” pg. 399 Ha

Butters!

“Any kind of iron gets under my skin, it seems to disagree with the Winter Knight’s bundle of awesome. Takes the gumption right out of me.” pg. 407 Oh interesting I wonder what other Fae traits Harry has now?

“Isn’t she Catholic?” Thomas asked. “Don’t they have a guy?” pg. 412 Ha and Harry is scruffy homeless Jesus

“Wow seriously, PT?” Butters asked. “How long?”

“Eleven weeks” pg. 412 I would have loved to see actual PT and not Mab trying to kill Harry

“Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here?”

“I’d have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe” I said

“Split the difference McCoy?” Thomas asked

“Perfect.”

“You’ve been shot!” Butters repeated, exasperated

Thomas shrugged “Well. A little” pg. 416 Ha

Aw no one trusts Harry :(

Whoa there Harry let’s calm down. That’s definitely the Winter Mantle influence

“Translate that from nerd to English, please.” pg. 434 Ha

“I didn’t add in the third reason not to contact the Council-when they found out about my relationship with Mab, the monarch of a sovereign and occasionally hostile supernatural nation, they would almost certainly panic and assume that I was a massive security risk. Which would, for a variety of reasons and to a variety of degrees, be an accurate assumption. And now that I thought about it, given how my, ah, induction had been psychically broadcast to all of Faerie, there was no chance whatsoever that the Council didn’t know.” pg. 436 Why would Harry be a security risk wouldn’t he be more of an ally for both? Wouldn’t he make the alliance stronger? Also that’s creepy that the White Council knows about how Harry became the Winter Knight

“And my body abruptly went numb and useless from my stomach down.” pg. 442 Oh no

So how does the Winter mantle and Harry’s paralysis work? Does the mantle negate the paralysis but Harry still has it?

“Toots jaw just about dropped off of his head. “Wow” pg. 446 Ha

“Celery,” she replied promptly, “Cheese. Green tea. But mostly celery.”

“How random“ pg. 448 Ha

“Ebenezar, when he taught me, had been very serious about making sure I learned the proper names of things” pg. 452 More Harry and Ebenezar lore!

“Titania” pg. 454 Oh is this the best idea Harry? I’m pretty sure Titania still wants to kill you.

“You who slew my daughter,” Titania said quietly. “You dare summon me?” pg. 457 Oh no

“Boink and let boink, more or less.” pg. 461 Ha

What is this talk with Titania?

“Flashy entrances” pg. 464 Ha

“Hell’s bells. Elder Gruff had spoken to my behalf? I owed that guy a beer.” pg. 466 That’s nice that Elder Gruff

Nemesis sounds scary

Harry’s grave

“If working the spell from your own grave on Hallo-freaking-ween wasn’t deathly” pg. 472 Spooky

“Mother Winter, I summon thee” pg. 473 Harry again is this really a good idea?

Yay Harry used his Will and Soulfire. So cool that Harry breaks the art k of Will from Mother Winter

“She lost her walking stick” pg. 492 Mother Winter had a walking stick?

“Two-thirds of the Winter Court will be under its influence.” pg. 495 If Mab really was under the influence then I feel like we would see that. And Mab seems normal for Mab

“Holy…Outsiders? Mab’s fighting Outsiders?” pg. 503 Really? This also leads credibility to my theory because it Mab was controlled by Outsiders then wouldn’t see have let them in already and if Maeve is controlled she’ll need Mab died in order to become queen and let them in.

“To protect all of you from the Outsiders, mortal.”

“Then why does Titania have hers?” I asked

“To protect all of you from Mab.” pg. 506 Interesting

“Welcome, Warden Dresden, to the Outer Gates.” pg. 511 Cool

“They’re a…they’re supposed to be a metaphor.” pg. 512 Ha

“You are the help”

“We’re in trouble” pg. 519 Ha

“It had obviously been uncomfortable for them.” pg. 525 It was only uncomfortable for Lilly

Oh no Harry’s friends

“kittykittykittykitty!” pg. 536 Ha

Whoa there Harry that’s the Winter Mantle talking maybe calm down

Mouse!

I love Mouse and Harry’s interaction! Mouse is the goodiest boy

“Mouse thinks Andi should be locked in the garage at night, until she learns not to get abducted.” pg. 550 Ha

So I’ve been thinking about how Maeve is probably has the contagion. I wonder how she got it? It reminds me of an infection. So who infected Maeve? Did…did Lea infect Maeve? She was incased in ice for a while back in proven guilty. But then how did she get infected?

“Client had lost a kid or something to some half-assed wannabe warlock. He had cheesy dialogue and everything, was gonna sacrifice the kid with this big cheap, spiky knife.” pg. 553 Ha and a call back to Thomas’s story. Looks like there’s two canon warehouses in all of Chicago. The street wolf warehouse and now this warehouse. :)

“I hadn’t burned down a building in ages.” pg. 555 Ha

“Hell’s bells. That looked awesome.” pg. 558 Ha

“Goddammit!” I snarled “I just got played again! I am so sick and tired of this backstabby bullshit!” pg. 560 Poor Harry

“That was interesting. Why hadn’t Mac been tied up? Or if he had, how come there wasn’t a mark to show for it? Either way, that was odd.” pg. 561 Interesting

So cool that Harry created an iceberg that lifted the whole building out of the water! Harry’s so powerful

“Butters turned toward Molly with absolute murder in his eyes.” “I hate this” Butters said, his voice boiling with anger” pg. 572

Whoa there Butters and Molly how about everyone chill and check on everybody for injuries

Yeah Ace has good reason to hate Harry

“She was there when I cut her mother’s throat. I don’t know if she was conscious, if she saw…but what if she did? In my head, I’ve run this scenario about a thousand times, and if she saw me and started screaming or crying” pg.585 Poor Harry poor Maggie :(

“You embezzled funds from the White Court to get me a present?” pg. 590 Ha

Molly got Harry a duster! :)

“The Wild Hunt is coming” pg. 595 Oh no

“I’d just put a bullet in the Erkling on Halloween night.” pg. 607 So cool

“Tonight we hunt Outsiders!” pg. 615 Yeah! Let’s go!

“You want me to drive into lake.”

“You have to admit,” I said “it isn’t the craziest thing I’ve ever asked you to do. It isn’t even the craziest thing I’ve asked you to do tonight.” pg. 617 Ha

“Wizard please” pg. 623 Ha

“planted a kiss right on the mouth.” pg. 624 Yes!

“And I laughed. As if some freak who had never loved enough to know loss could tell me about pain.” pg. 631 Yep

“Thrice I bid you thee! By my name I command thee: Tell me who you are?” pg. 632 Yes go Harry!

“Go ahead! I shouted. “Go ahead and eat me! And then we’ll see if you’ve got the stomach to keep me down!” pg. 635 Yes let’s go!

The Erkling is so cool

“The real Cat Sith wouldn’t be having this conversation with me, ya know. He’d have killed me by now.” pg. 645 Yep that’s not Cat Sith

WAIT

WAIT A MINUTE

Maeve has to be the one behind all of this because Molly becomes the new winter lady. It just took me till chapter forty four and 80% of the way through the book to remember that Molly becomes the next Winter Lady oops

“Like she did when you infected Lea.” pg. 647 :0 I was right

“I love nights like this!” he bellowed “I love Halloween!” pg. 652 Well I’m glad someone is having fun because Harry sure isn’t

“We were cruising down the surface of Lake Michigan, and it was chock full of monastery goodness-and we had just left the Wild Hunt.” pg. 653 Oh no

“You are so hot right now.” pg. 654 Ha and yay

“Warden,” he said

“Asshat” I replied” pg. 665 Ha

“You’re trying to recruit me?”

“The offer is made,” the Walker said. “We always appreciate new talent.” pg. 665 Harry is drowning in job offers

“I’m no one’s puppet,” I said

The Walker actually barked out a short laugh. “At what point have you been any thing else?” pg. 665 Ouch poor Harry

“Stay there. You will not be molested.” pg. 665 Was that really the word choice you used?

“What else did I have?

I had friends.” pg. 666 Yay!

“Get rocked,” I said, and pulled the trigger.” pg. 670 Yes!

“And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.” pg. 686 Yooo

“I felt sick, like I was fighting a blind man.” pg. 691 Ouch

“Lilly” I said wearily. “Listen to me. We’ve both been set up by Maeve.” pg. 699 Yep

Poor Lilly

Harry’s putting the pieces together

“Fix looked at me, dirty, naked, shivering, burned, bruised, covered in soot and ash.

“Fuck,” he said” pg. 710 Ha

“My daughter is in town” I said in a whisper

He blinked “You have a…?” pg. 711 Harry told Fix about his daughter?! Why? How many people now know about Maggie?

Thomas!

Yes good mud plan everyone.

“My dress? You were wearing rhinestones. And nothing else!”

Maeve’s face contorted in rage. “They. Were. Diamonds.” pg. 733 Ha and Sarissa and Meave have to be sisters

“Hell’s bells you’re identical twins”

“Not identical twins” they both said at exactly the same time, at the exact same tone of outrage. They broke off to glare at each other.” pg. 734 Ha and they’re twins even better

“Where is her love? Where is her fury? Where is her anything?” pg. 737 Poor Maeve

“Mab! Mab! Mab! I summon thee!” pg. 739 Harry is just summoning all the fae

“Cease. This. Rudeness. At once.” pg. 741 Oh Mab is mad. I love that Harry called Maeve’s mom on her

LILY! Ahhhhh what just happened? Is Lilly ok? She’s gonna live right? Right? She can’t just die. Where did Meave get a gun? Was Lilly shot in the head? What about Fix? Who would be the next Summer Lady if Lilly dies? What’s happening??

“Fire flicked to life over the late Summer Lady”

“Directly to Sarissa” pg. 745 Poor Lilly poor Sarissa :(

“Sarissa wasn’t the only Faerie vessel on the hilltop. She was simply the one Meave had been meant to see.” pg. 748 Molly

This is how Molly becomes the Winter Lady?!? So much death why?

“Then I thumped back the hammer on the little gun and put the barrel against Mab’s forehead.” pg. 753 Harry what are you doing? It’s so cool though

“As far as your career as a mentor goes, you grew into much the same image as DuMorne.” pg. 756 Mab did not just go there. Harry should punch Mab. I should punch Mab let me at her >:( hiss Harry and DuMorne are nothing alike

“Deamonreach,” I said. “If our guest pulls that trigger, take her below and keep her there.” pg. 758 So cool!

“The one given to her by the Red Court at Bianca’s masquerade. That was how the Leanansidle was tainted-and your godmother spread it to Maeve before I could set it right.”

“Oh” I said. I’d been at that party” pg. 761 That party! It’s been over a decade in universe and it still has repercussions. It started in book 3 and it’s now book 14. That’s 11 books! Did Bianca plan for this to happen when she gave Lea the athame? Did Bianca know? What was her plan? Like her plan has backfired on her.

First the vampire war

Second half turning Susan which led to the destruction of the Red Court

Third the gravestone gift helped Harry in Ghost story

Fourth the Athame definitely cause problems for the fae but Lea hit her revenge

Did Bianca know that the athame would taint Lea with the Outsiders?

“I was mortal once, you know” pg. 761 Oh interesting

“You meant me to have the Wild Hunt.” pg. 764 So cool

“His face seemed leaner, and for that instant I saw Vadderung’s wolfish features lurking inside Kringle’s.” pg. 764 Ohhhh

“Stared closing up the minute she was done.” pg. 767 Oh interesting so Mac definitely isn’t human

Ouch Murphy and Harry’s talk :(

“So goddammit, don’t you start taking the highway to Hell. Because I’m going to be right there with you. All the way.” pg. 773 Aw :)

“But I can’t help but think that Fix is going to hold you responsible for some of what happened last night.” pg. 775 Yeah :(

“And it’s got nothing to do with facing Molly’s parents?

“And it’s got nothing to do with facing Maggie” pg. 776 Thomas calls out Harry

“Thomas ignored me and gave me a rib-cracking hug.” pg. 777 Aw hugs :)

“There was a storm coming.” pg. 778 Spooky

Final thoughts

Such a good book. I liked the fights. I thought the book was funny. Answered questions and gave me more. Poor Mab, Meave, Sarissa, Lilly, and Molly. No Bi Harry moments. Hopefully there will be more in the next book. I’m glad Thomas is doing better and he and Harry reconciled. I would have liked to see more actual PT. Yes I’m that sort of weirdo :) I liked Cat Sith. I don’t like the Winter Mantle. No dad Harry moments :( Presumably Bonnie will be born in the next book. Can’t wait to meet her!

#dresden files #harry dresden #cold days

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women-are-hot · 2 years

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"I don't know if you know this, but I love you" - (Prompt List 2)

Do you know these days where everything is just perfect? Well, today is that kinda day for me.

I went to training with my teammates aka literally my family, where I scored some great goals and my team also won the game at the end of the training, so everything is just great today!

“What are you smiling at, little one?” Alexia asked, sitting down beside me in the locker room.

“You know, just about the training” I answered as I took my shoes off.

“Oh, you were literally the best on the field today!” Alexia said with a smile.

“You think? You scored some very nice free kicks!” I replied.

“Gracias, but you were for sure today’s best player. You scored many great goals, you played very well in the game, you actually also scored some very cool free kicks! You have it all, kid” Alexia said which almost brought me to tears.

“Thank you Ale!” I softly responded, giving her a hug.

I’ve always been a very shy and introverted person. I guess that’s why Ale and I’s relationship is so good, because she told me that when she was younger she was also very shy and introverted. It kinda surprised me that she was a shy kid, because I have always seen her as a very brave and strong person, which she also is, but I guess every person has a story to tell.

“Now, I wanna know how the things with Jana are going!?” Alexia whispered, but with a big cheeky smile.

I blushed when she mentioned Jana. Jana and I had been close friends for a long time, but lately we’ve both been feeling different towards each other. In a good way. Jana and I then talked together about our crushes and then we found out that it actually was each other we were talking about the whole time.

We’re not dating, well kinda, but we aren’t like official girlfriends. We just don’t go out with others, only each other. I think we’re just trying to figure out how we want our relationship to be, before going into something very big and serious. I do like Jana a lot and hopefully I will get my shit together and ask her to be my girlfriend soon.

“Y/n are you there?” Alexia said which brought me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying again?” I asked.

“I asked you how it’s going with Jana,” she answered with a bright smile.

“It’s going great. We’re always together on Saturday night, either watching a movie or going out to a restaurant” I said.

“But?-” Alexia started.

“-But I still haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend” I added as Alexia took her head in her hands, like she was a disappointed mother.

“Dios mío, when are you going to ask her?” she asked.

“I don’t know. It’s just never the perfect time to ask” I answered, waving my hands in frustration.

Alexia then sighed and took her hand on my shoulders.

“It’s not about the right time and place, Y/n. It’s about the people, the person, the human. It’s about Jana and you. Time and place doesn’t matter, you hear me?” Alexia said.

I nodded, not really having a choice, but still understanding her.

“Good. Now ask her. If the two of you aren't dating tomorrow talking into this locker room, you will never get to be with Nala again” Alexia treated me.

“How dare you try to get Nala away from me!?” I said.

“Better get the job done, honey” Alexia replied, giving me a wink as she walked out of the locker room.

I let out a huge sigh, leaning my head against the lockers, listening to the others' small talks.

Then suddenly someone decided to sit down beside me and shake me, so I woke up after my little nap.

I looked beside me and saw that it was only Jana and I in the locker room.

Damn, I did really take a nap.

“Did I fall asleep?” I asked Jana.

Jana just nodded softly, laughing a bit at me.

“Fuck me” I whispered, leaning my head on the lockers once again.

“Well, if you want me to,” Jana said, laying her hand on my thigh with a smirk that made me feel many things.

“Jana, not now” I replied as I took her hand in mine.

“Okay. We do get plenty of time on Saturday” Jana said as she laid into my side.

Okay Y/n. Get your shit together and ask her! You like her, she likes you. What could go wrong? I’ve also got to ask her, cause if I don’t then I will never see Nala again and my heart can bear that, so you gotta do it now, you idiot.

“Are you talking with your inner demons?” Jana asked, laughing softly.

"I don't know if you know this, but I love you" I said. Great start idiot!

Jana didn’t respond which made me worry a bit. Oh my god, maybe the word love is too early, Oh damn…

“Why are you worrying so much, Y/n. I love you too, dumbass” Jana said.

She loves me. This girl!! But, literally can she read my mind or?

I brushed the stupid toughts out of my head as I took Jana’s head in my hands and kissed her.

We kissed a few times before, but this time felt different. In a very good way!

As we stopped kissing, getting our breaths, I’d only had one thing on my mind.

“Jana, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked.

Jana looked at me with wide eyes.

“Dios mío. Of course I wanna be your girlfriend!” Jana yelled, smashing her lips into mine again.

#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagines #espwnt imagine #woso #gxg #jana fernandez imagine #jana fernandez imagines #jana fernandez x reader

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andromerot · 1 year

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eleanor vance moments from my reread that are scarily andycore: a way to show the most inner parts of myself without actually being vulnerable on the internet?? (part one)

"Without ever wanting to become reserved and shy, she had spent so long alone, with no one to love, that it was difficult for her to talk, even casually, to another person without self-consciousness and an awkward inability to find words."

"Eleanor had held fast to the belief that someday something would happen."

"She had taken to wondering lately, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could she have spent them so wantonly? I am foolish, she told herself every early summer, I am very foolish; I am grown up now and know the values of things. Nothing is ever really wasted, she believed sensibly, even one's childhood, and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by."

"Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl.

"I will stop at Hillsdale for a minute, just for a cup of coffee, because I cannot bear to have my long trip end so soon (...) There seemed to be only one place to stop for coffee, and that was an unattractive diner, but Eleanor was bound to stop at Hillsdale and so she brought her car to the broken curb in front of the diner and got out (...) I will have to drink this coffee because I said I was going to, Eleanor told herself sternly, but next time I will listen to Dr. Montague."

"Eleanor, wondering if she were really here at all, and not dreaming of Hill House from some safe spot impossibly remote, looked slowly and carefully around the room, telling herself that this was real, these things existed, from the tiles around there fireplace to the marble cupid; these people were going to be their friends (...) I am the fourth person in this room; I am one of them; I belong (...) An Eleanor, she told herself triumphantly, who belongs, who is talking easily, who is sitting by the fire with her friends."

"Theodora had abandoned any attempt at a chair and had put herself down on the hearthrug, cross-legged and drowsy. Eleanor, wanting to sit on the hearthrug beside her, had not thought of it in time and had condemned herself to one of the slippery chairs, unwilling now to attract attention by moving and getting herself awkwardly down onto the floor."

"...what a complete and separate thing I am, she thought, going from my red toes to the top of my head, individually an I, possessed of attributes belonging only to me. I have red shoes, she thought - that goes with being Eleanor; I dislike lobster and sleep on my left side and crack my knuckles when I am nervous and save buttons. I am holding a brandy glass which is mine because I am here and I am using it and I have a place in this room. I have red shoes and tomorrow I will wake up and I will still be here."

"I have a little place of my own," she said slowly. "An apartment, like yours, only I live alone. Smaller than yours, I'm sure. I'm still furnishing it - buying one thing at a time, you know, to make sure I get everything absolutely right. White curtains. I had to look for weeks before I found my little stone lions on each corner of the mantel, and I have a white cat and my books and records and pictures. Everything has to be exactly the way I want it, because there's only me to use it; once I had a blue cup with stars painted on the inside; when you looked down into a cup of tea it was full of stars. I want a cup like that."

"They all saw that I was afraid."

"What did I do; did I make a fool of myself? Were they laughing at me?"

"They have started without me, Eleanor thought; tomorrow I will wake up earlier and be there to talk from the window too."

"Is she laughing at me? Eleanor wondered; has she decided that I am not fit to stay?"

"Looking at herself in the mirror, with the bright morning sunlight freshening even the blue room of Hill House, Eleanor thought, It is my second morning in Hill House, and I am unbelievably happy. Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long. Abandoning a lifelong belief that to name happiness is to dissipate it, she smiled at herself in the mirror and told herself silently, You are happy, Eleanor, you have finally been given a part of your measure of happiness. Looking away from her own face in the mirror, she thought blindly, Journeys end in lovers meeting, lovers meeting."

"Why me, she wondered, why me? Am I the public conscience? Expected always to say in cold words what the rest of them are top arrogant to recognize? Am I supposed to be the weakest, weaker than Theodora? Of all of us, she thought, I am surely the one least likely to turn against the others."

"One of these times, she thought, one of us is going to put her head back and really howl, and I hope it won't be me, because I'm trying to guard against it; it will be Theodora who... And then, cold, she asked, 'Is that more writing on the wall? - and heard Theodora's wild laugh, and thought, Maybe it will be me, after all, and I can't afford to. I must be steady, and she closed her eyes and found herself saying silently, O stay and hear, your true love's coming, that can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting, journeys end in lovers meeting..."

"'I am always afraid of being alone,' Eleanor said, and wondered, Am I talking like this? Am I saying something I will regret bitterly tomorrow? Am I making more guilt for myself?"

"There's only one of me, and it's all I've got. I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I’m living in one half my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can’t stop it, but I know I’m not really going to be hurt and yet time is so long and even a second goes on and on and I could stand any of it if I could only surrender-"

"Obediently Eleanor sipped at her brandy, feeling clearly its sharp burn, and then said to the doctor, 'I must have said something silly, from the way you’re all staring at me.' The doctor laughed. 'Stop trying to be the centre of attention.' 'Vanity,' Luke said serenely. 'Have to be in the limelight,' Theodora said, and they smiled fondly, all looking at Eleanor."

"I am learning the pathways of the heart, Eleanor thought quite seriously, and then wondered what she could have meant by thinking any such thing. It was afternoon, and she sat in the sunlight on the steps of the summerhouse beside Luke; these are the silent pathways of the heart, she thought. She knew that she was pale, and still shaken, with dark circles under her eyes, but the sun was warm and the leaves moved gently overhead, and Luke beside her lay lazily against the step. 'Luke,' she asked, going slowly for fear of ridicule, 'why do people want to talk to each other? I mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?'"

"No, she thought, you are not going to catch me so cheaply; I do not understand words and will not accept them in trade for my feelings; this man is a parrot. I will tell him that I can never understand such a thing, that maudlin self pity does not move directly at my heart; I will not make a fool of myself by encouraging him to mock me. 'I understand, yes,' she said."

"All I want is to be cherished, she thought, and here I am talking gibberish with a selfish man."

#hill house #didnt let me put anymore so i will cover the last three chapters when i finish it tonight or tomorrow #the only person who could possibly be interested in this post is me but also i want to be known and understood #oh. like eleanor.

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On the 3rd day of Bad Batchmas I gave to all of yooouuuu!!!

A Cadets Wissshhh

Ive decided to write little snippets up until our boys return from getting cigarets! Errr…season 2!

Now this will take place in the universe I’ve built for my fic A Star Above the Rest! Some may be sneak peaks at future events, little glimpses into past events, or things I wanted to do but couldn’t work into the story! I hope you all enjoy them and Happy Holidays!

Day 3 of the 12 days of Bad Batchmas: A Cadets Wish

“Cody?”

“What?”

“Are you sleeping?”

“I was. Why?”

“I was thinking.”

“Rex, it’s too late for whatever this is. Go to sleep.” A young Cody rolled over in his bed, trying to tune his brother out.

Rex sighed loudly with his arms underneath his head. His small brown eyes stared into the darkness of his pod. Around him his fellow cadets all slept soundly, some snoring, some coughing, all besides Cody. Thanks in no short, to Rex. “I can’t stop thinking about what Nala Se told us. About how some planets celebrate something called Life Day?”

Cody groaned as he rolled over once more. Honestly, it could be tiring being the one in charge. “What about it?”

“Well, why don’t we?” If other planets and cultures did, then why didn’t they?

“Because we’re clones, Rex. We’re just supposed to be soldiers, weapons.” Cody really wished Rex would just go to sleep. Though the sound of a yearly celebration did sound fun.

A sigh came from the young blonde clone. “Think we’ll ever be anything more than clones?”

It was a fair question. By the time they were old enough to be in the field, would they still be needed? If not then what would their life look like? “Nala Se said some places make special wishes on Life Day night. Hypothetically, if you could wish for anything? What would it be?”

“Oh that’s easy! A beautiful wife that makes me laugh, a bunch of kids of our own and a place overlooking the sea.” Rex had thought a lot about stuff like this. The archives were full of stories about family adventures and romantic couples.

It sounded nice, a family of one’s own. Away from this place and its pristine walls. “Aren’t you sick of the water yet?”

“A planet covered in land with smaller seas than this place would be so much nicer.” A happy hum came from him as he thought about his future wife. “My wife would have eyes like gemstones and long hair that enveloped us as we hugged.”

“Rex, we’re 5. Is this really something we should be thinking about? Our advancement tests are in three days. We need to be sleeping and studying.” Honestly, a wife and kids?

Hitting the button in his pod to open it, Rex heard Cody’s slide out as well. His brown eyes connected with his brothers. “You really don’t think about a family? A future away from this place and all this training?”

A little huff came from Cody as he sat up in his bed and pulled his legs to his chest. “If I had to make a wish? I’d wish that I would always have my brothers with me, friends that cared for me and someplace quiet to just relax.”

Rex copied the position of Cody and together they both looked down the long hall of the barracks they were in. “What do you think our future Jedis will be like?”

“I hope mine is calm, smart, but also fun.” Cody could see himself getting along great with a Jedi like that.

“I hope mine is like that too. Level headed, brave.” The perfect Jedi leader.

Cody let out a long yawn as his arms stretched over his head. “But for now, let’s get some sleep.”

Rex made a face as he laid back into his bed. “I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Then think about that dream wife of yours. Maybe she’ll put ya to sleep.” Cody pressed a button and his pod slowly moved back into place.

“My dream wife, huh?” Rex taped his own button as a yawn went through his body. “I wonder if she's really out there somewhere.”

-*-

“Master?” Zirena stood in the doorway of Mace Windus room. Their ship, easily making its way through the vast expanse of space towards their next planet.

Mace looked ok from his desk towards his small padawan. “Zirena, can’t sleep?”

Shaking her head she stepped into his room and sat on a pile of pillows on the floor. “My ear keeps ringing. It’s making it hard to sleep.”

“When I was younger, my master said that meant someone was discussing you.” Standing, Mace walked around his desk and grabbed a blanket.

“Who would be talking about me? I don’t even know that many people.” Snuggling into her makeshift bed, Zirena happily smiled as the blanket was placed over her.

“Perhaps someone is dreaming about you, it could explain the insomnia as well.” One day she’d be too old for this, off on her own adventures in the galaxy. But for now…

“Another thing your Master believed in?” A little chuckle came from her as she yawned. Master Windus room was always so comfy and warm. It smelled of spices and incense and she always felt so safe.

“Something like that.”

Eyes closed, Zirena settled into the warmth of her favorite spot. “Grownups say the weirdest things.”

Mace couldn’t deny the little chuckle that came from him as he double checked she was tucked in. “One day, when you’re older, you’ll understand.”

With a final yawn, she began to drift. “When I find out who keeps talking about me and keeping me up. Imma beat them up.”

#clone wars fic #captain rex x oc #captain rex fic #clone wars oc #captain rex #star wars fanfiction #clone wars #star wars oc #tbb countdown #commander cody #mace windu #master and padawan #clone cadets #little baby’s

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tessieravenclaw · 2 years

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Petrified.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Age: It’s your second year and George’s fourth year in Hogwarts.

Plot: The chamber of secrets has been opened.

Warnings: being petrified

Note: I do not own the harry potter books of course, so the plot isn’t mine; also, there's no fluff yet. But the series is really sweet.

General full forms:

Y/n- your name

L/n- your last name

Y/n/n- your nickname

Y/s - Your sister

Check out:

Part 1

Part 2 (this is part 2)

Part 3

~~~🧡~~~

You and George were having a great time, everyday, you'd meet at the library and just talk. George even promised he'll teach you quidditch after the whole chamber of secrets problem is solved.

Today, were heading to the common room. The Ravenclaw common room since Georgewas eager to see your dorm. You met a tall boy with a broom in his hand on the way. He looked like the great quidditch player, Oliver Wood. You might have had a little crush on him. He was just like George, funny, kind, respectful...you shook your head. 'George! Quidditch! You're late!' He said.

'What? Olie, you never told us!' Said George

'I tell you now! What a good day it is for quidditch! Come on!!!'

'Our next match isn't against slytherin that you're so concerned...'

'Don't call me olie. See you, in 120 seconds,'

George looked at you, confused.

'2 minutes.' You told him. 'You need math classes, kid.'

'Huh. Okay, see you after practice. love yo- er, - bye!

'Yes, umm, same to you, I mean, bye to you too! No, Uh... bye!' You gave a nervous laughter. Did he say love you?

'But listen, Don't roam alone, the monster can harm you..'

'Yes, I'm going to do my homework. Just going my dorm to get my books and then I'll go to the library. See you there'

'Yup.'

You headed towards the common room when you found the prefect Penelope. 'Hi, Penelope' you said, though you weren't sure if she knew you.

'Hi. You must be y/n?' She said calmly

'Yup, how do you know me?' You asked, not very surprised. She was a ravenclaw and a prefect She totally knew you.

'Oh, my boyfriend told me about you'

'Your boyfriend? Told you about Me? I don't get it,'

'You don't need to. And y/n, I warn you to not enter the gryffindor room again.'

'Uh, I just went there once-'

'Rules are rules' She muttered.

You realized you were following her. She led you into the school library. You used the accio spell to bring your books and notebooks and sat on to do your homework. After some while Hermione Granger, Harry and Ron's best friend came running in. Ravenclaws usually said she should be in ravenclaw with such brains. But I never personally thought about it much. 'GO TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS!!' she warned. 'AN ATTACK IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN.'

People went rushing to the library exit. 'What's the matter, Granger?' Asked Penelope. 'You mustn't spread false rumors.'

'THESE AREN'T FALSE!' she kept running around the library searching for some book

'You have no proof, Granger. How can you-'

'What are you looking for?' You asked. Penelope gave you an evil eye, but you wanted to help and prove yourself brave.

'A book - any book - about basilisks,'

Penelope wasted no time. She somehow knew where the book is and gave it to Hermione. 'I suspected...' and then the monster - the basilisk- came in.

'LOOK AT A MIRROR. A REFLECTION. DO NOT LOOK IN THE EYES' yelled Hermione. She teared a page from the book and kept it in her hand. From a pen nearby, she quickly underlined a word. Then she looked looked at you and the others in the library. 'Do the same as me,' she looked at the mirror, and froze. Her eyes turned glassy. Hermione Granger had been petrified. You remembered George I'll miss you, George. you muttered. looked into the same mirror as Hermione, since you didn't have any on you own. And then...you saw white.

~~~🧡~~~

I know it's kinda short but I didn't want to make it too long. Anywho- hope you enjoyed! Next post next week! Tysm for your love and support. Requests are always open, so please feel free to ask me any requests. And follow if you like my posts.

Btw, I do write fluff posts, so if you want one (any character from HP or HoO/ToA (heroes of olumpus/ trails of apollo)

There will soon be a page telling about the requests I take.

THANK YOU!

Tess 🧡

#George Weasley #George Weasley x reader #George Weasley x you #George Weasley xfem!reader #George Weasley x ravenclaw #George Weasley one-shot #George Weasley x reader (chamber of secrets)

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kg-clark-inthedark · 1 year

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Chapter 11 of Beyond the Spheres by kg_clark on Ao3

Corvo Attano/The Outsider

Chapter preview below the cut…

I still remember my first fight like it was yesterday. It was within a year or two of my father’s death. A neighborhood kid was taunting my older sister Beatrici and, even though I was only five at the time, I already felt it was my responsibility to defend her. Void knows Father wasn’t around to do it anymore. And Mother was busy making ends meet.

We were both so young, me and that other boy. He was maybe seven at the oldest, yet I went after him with such brutality. What sweet satisfaction I got from the blood that gushed from his nose and the way he cried out for his parents. It felt good to hurt someone who deserved it, and it felt even better to have been of benefit to Beatrici. But what really hooked me on it all was what she said to me afterwards.

“My brave little Corvo. I’ll always be safe with you by my side, won’t I?”

That was it for me. From that point on, I defended her with everything I had during our rough upbringing. We were scrappy and inseparable in the mean streets of the Batista Mining District. It was with childish hope that she dreamed of seeking out a more adventurous life for herself away from Karnaca. And it was my own childish hope that let me think she would take me with her.

So much of my boyhood was defined by my relationship with her - my only true friend, the only person who I believed understood me. Then she simply disappeared. She boarded one of those ships we used to always watch together without a word to anyone. Not even to me…

I naively thought I’d always be able to protect Beatrici from danger. And, likely to humor her simple little brother, she let me believe I was needed for such a purpose. But it seemed I had been a burden to her the whole time. Just a little kid shadowing her around the city.

By the Void, I was so lost after she left. So I just kept doing the only thing I felt I was good at. I fought, and I put all of myself into it. I accomplished so much through just that one skill. My Blade Verbana victory, my time as a Grand Serkonan Guard soldier, my acknowledgement by the Duke himself. But it didn’t quite feel the same doing all those things for myself. After all, I was just Corvo Attano.

But then came Jessamine. I fell so easily into the role of Royal Protector, it was as if I’d been made for the position. After all, I’d already spent most of my childhood trailing after someone with bigger dreams than myself and scaring off anyone who dared threaten her. Protecting Jessamine gave me purpose again.

Then of course there was Emily. Our beautiful daughter, perfect in every way. The first time I held her, slumbering sweetly mere hours after her birth, I told myself that I’d finally done it. I’d brought into my life people I loved who wanted and valued my protection. I was needed. Life was as perfect as it could get for someone like me. I wouldn’t be cast aside, not as long as I remained of use to them…

But somewhere along the way I started falling short. I failed to protect Jessamine. It took me months to retrieve Emily after that. And all those years later I once again let my daughter fall victim to those who wished to harm her for their personal gain.

The one thing I thought myself good at, the one thing that I was able to offer to my loved ones, I failed at. Time and time again I let them down. Perhaps I’ve never been any good at protecting people in the first place. Beatrici must have seen the writing on the wall and left before I had the chance to disappoint.

So truth be told, I’ve been suspecting most of my life that I may be good for nothing. But what finally solidifies it for me is this current moment I find myself in. I’m lying in a growing pool of my own blood and looking up to see my only remaining family directing her blade at the man I love.

It’s clear that I've failed once again.

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#beyond the spheres fic #writing this one made me sad #corvo is such a tragic character to me #always measuring himself by his service to those he loves #dishonored fanfic #corvosider #corvo attano #the outsider #human outsider #dishonored fanfiction #dishonored

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wildest dreams (bonus scene)

Player: Thiago Alcantara Words: 1944 Warnings: talk of sexual fantasies, fingering, smut, dirty talk, cursing, slight dom/sub A/N: after having written this oneshot about Kostas and Thiago, I kept thinking about how that conversation between Thiago and his wife would have gone, which turned into this

This is the first time I've written something like this so please let me know what you think! 🧡

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While his teammates were sitting down for lunch, Thiago managed to sneak away to an empty board room. Kostas had been dropping hints for three days now but he wanted to phone his wife before agreeing to anything.

“Everything alright?” Liesa said once she answered his FaceTime call. She pushed her glasses up on top of her head and leant back in her chair. Thiago smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, don’t worry. The rehab is still going according to plan. I just wanted to run something by you before I agreed to it. Kos came to see me with a-... a proposition,” he said, dragging a hand across his stubble.

“What, like a business proposal? I’m no accountant, but if you can get me the business plan, I can run the numbers for you,” Liesa replied.

“Ah, well.. It’s not a business proposal. It’s-.. Uhm…” Just the idea alone had him flustered, but he was also intrigued. He’d be lying if he said the picture Kostas had painted for him hadn’t affected him. Thiago was kind of proud of his best friend for being brave enough to put himself out there like that and ask. He wasn’t entirely sure he would’ve been as brave had the roles been reversed.

“Babe, you’re blushing! How did Kos reduce my smooth talking, flirty husband to a blushing and stumbling man?”

Thiago closed his eyes. Better to just rip off the plaster, he thought to himself.

“By asking me to join Olivia. And him. Per her request. That’s how,” he mumbled. It was not something they had ever discussed before. Then again, until recently they had also never really discussed phone sex and look at how that had turned out for them.

Liesa let out a laugh that pulled him back from his memories.

“Let me guess, Liv finally came to the darkside of shirtless selfies?”

“Apparently literally. He told me he caught her red-handed and got her to confess that she wanted for me to join them,” Thiago added.

“Damn, I don’t blame her,” she said. Her cheeks were now as flushed as his probably were as she processed the information. “Okay. So, what is it you’re asking me?”

“Before I say yes to Kostas, I wanted to talk about it with you first. I’m not gonna make decisions about things related to our marriage without asking you.”

“Aha, so you’re asking me for permission?” Liesa asked, an eyebrow raised. Thiago shrugged. “I guess..”

Liesa chuckled.

“I have no problem with it. Hell, I’m proud of her for asking. That photo was hot. And if I’m right, I can assure you a lot of women have that fantasy even if it only stays a fantasy. Just promise me three things,” she said, moving the phone to her other hand, “one: check expectations, two: make sure she knows she’s in charge and can stop any moment. We have that in our relationship, but I need you to talk her through that whether she and Kos have the same dynamic or not.”

“Agreed. What’s number three?”

“Practice safe sex. I have no issue lending you to them, but your children are mine,” Liesa continued. Thiago laughed and nodded.

“I can’t wait to hear all about it when you get home tonight,” she said, a blush spreading down her chest. Thiago had a feeling it would be more a show and tell, but he agreed: he couldn’t wait either.

When he got home that evening, he found Liesa in the kitchen. The dishwasher was already running and she was finishing up the dishes that couldn’t go in the dishwasher by hand. The room was filled with soft Portuguese indie music.

“Hey schatz, the children already ate, but I saved you some,” she said as she slung the teatowel over her shoulder. Thiago came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to the hollow between neck and shoulder. Liesa smiled and dried off the last pot before turning around.

“Want me to heat up your dinner?”

“Dinner can wait, I want to kiss my wife,” Thiago murmured in the space between their lips before diving down to kiss her.

Liesa’s eyes fluttered closed as a soft moan escaped her. She arched into him as Thiago deepened the kiss.

“I take it you had fun then?” she asked a little breathlessly when they broke the kiss to get some air. She saw how his normally amber brown eyes darkened in colour, pupils dilating.

“Never knew watching someone go down on their partner was so hot. Kos worshipped her on his knees, just like this,” he said, lowering himself to the ground. His hands disappeared under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, helping her step out of them. Liesa gripped the edge of the counter behind her as she leant back against it. Thiago gave her a devilish smirk, eyes twinkling, and pushed her skirt up high enough to grant him access. Liesa threw her head back as his tongue made contact with her now exposed sex. He closed his lips over her clit and sucked slightly before pulling back. Thiago lifted her left leg and placed her foot on his shoulder, pushing her thighs open.

“Taste so good amor…” he said, voice barely above a whisper, before he ran his tongue over her folds, flicking it over her clit. Liesa moaned and ground her hips into his face, trying desperately to keep a hold of the counter.

“Gotta be quiet for me nena, wouldn’t want the children or the neighbours to hear you,” Thiago said, giving her thigh a squeeze. The thought of getting caught sent a jolt of desire down her body to her already throbbing cunt.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you, nena? Getting bend over and fucked hard and fast, not caring if anyone will hear,” Thiago murmured, picking up on the way her body responded to the image, sliding two fingers into her. All she could do was gasp and moan as he curled his fingers and brushed against that spot inside her. Her fingers were turning white with how hard she was grabbing onto the edge on the kitchen counter, legs trembling as she could feel her orgasm building. He wasn’t wrong; she would love nothing more than for him to strip her naked and fuck her against any solid surface in the livingroom.

“Thiago…” she gasped, grinding against his fingers. She was desperate for release. Thiago’s phone call had left her hot and bothered.

“That’s it, amor. Let go. Come on my fingers,” he said, biting down on her thigh just hard enough she was sure would leave a mark. Him giving her permission was all it took for her orgasm to crash over her. Thiago removed his fingers and pressed a kiss to the spot he had bitten before getting up from the floor. He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. Liesa moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself on his tongue.

“You’re not wrong… I-.. I have fantasised about you bending me over our kitchen table and just taking me. Hard,” Liesa confessed, her voice barely audible. Thiago let out a curse in Portuguese at the image she described. He pulled her along to the dining room, taking off his shirt. Liesa chuckled, watching it land on the back of the couch.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, holding her in his arms again. Liesa nodded and kissed him, feeling his erection pressed against her stomach.

“Need you to fuck me Thiago,” she murmured, pulling her t-shirt over her head before taking off her skirt. Thiago groaned and kissed her again, a hand resting on her now bare ass, giving her a squeeze. She snaked a hand down to the front of his jeans and undid the button and fly. Thiago quickly shoved his jeans and underwear down his hips, his erection slapping against his stomach. Liesa took him in her hand, stroking him. Thiago let out a strained fuck and reached behind her to undo her bra.

“Lie down on your stomach,” he said, an edge to his voice.

Liesa didn’t need to be told twice. She gasped as her skin made contact with the cold table top. She felt Thiago move to stand behind her and arched into his touch as he ran a hand down from her shoulder to her hip. Squeezing her thighs shut, she felt how her arousal had dripped down them.

“Are you gonna be a good girl then? Gonna take this cock, are you?” Thiago all but whispered.

“Yes, yes… Please… Thiago… Please…” She heard him chuckle as he ran the head of his cock along her folds. Liesa couldn’t help but push back against him. Thiago tsked at her, digging his fingers into her hip to stop her.

“Look at you, already begging for it. Spread ‘em,” he ordered her, tapping against her ankle with his foot. He slowly pushed into her, eliciting a moan from them both. Thiago set a bruising pace, pelvis slamming against her with each thrust. Liesa tried to find something to hold onto as he fucked into her and managed to curl her fingers around the sides of the table. The legs of the table screeched over the hardwood floors with the intensity of his thrusts, and Liesa would’ve worried about scratches if her brain had been able to function.

“S-So good… Fuck..”

“You take my cock so well nena, so good for me…”

Every single word of praise and every single filthy thing that left his mouth unfurled ribbons of need through her body.

Thiago grit his teeth, digging his fingers into the flesh between ass and thigh. She was a panting mess underneath him, the only sounds leaving her strangled moans and whispered yesses. He could tell she was getting close to her orgasm as her legs began to tremble.

“You gonna come on my cock, nena?” he asked, getting nothing in reply but her moaning his name. He could feel her pussy start to clench around him.

“That’s it. Fuck.. Such a good girl for me, letting me use your pretty cunt. Come for me, nena.. Come on my cock.. Wanna feel you..”

He felt her tighten even more around him, squeezing him, a chorus of whispered yes, yes, yes the only thing leaving her mouth as she climaxed. Thiago groaned at the feeling and slammed into her once more, stilling as his orgasm crashed through him.

Liesa whimpered when he pulled out of her, body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Thiago helped her up from the table, lifting her in his arms when her legs gave out, and carried her upstairs and into their bedroom. She was aware that he laid her down on their bed and disappeared into the ensuite to get a flannel. Liesa let him clean her up, not being able to move even if she’d wanted to. Her heart was still hammering against her chest and her vision was unfocussed. Thiago threw the flannel into the bathroom through the open door and laid down next to her, pulling her closer.

“Thank you,” she mumbled in the crook of his neck, feeling sleep pull at her.

“Hope it wasn’t too much?”

“No.. Was perfect..”

Thiago smiled softly at her. She tried to fight the exhaustion that had taken hold of her.

“Our clothes are still all over the living room..”

“I’ll get them in a moment. Sleep now amor. I love you,” Thiago whispered into her hair. Liesa sighed contently and drifted off to him rubbing soothing circles over her shoulder.

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#football fanfic #football drabble #football oneshot #thiago alcantara fanfic #thiago alcantara drabble #LFC fanfic #Liverpool FC fanfic #Liverpool FC oneshot #I'll go hide in a corner now

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