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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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New Baby Pt. 1 | Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Inspo: @i-cant-sing

You weren't woken up by the familiar sound of a heart monitor or the chatter of nurses. You were woken by something much more unexpected.

You felt the sun's shining warmth against your face. Someone was gently attempting to shake you awake. Their hand felt huge in comparison to your shoulder and you fought to get yourself to wake up.

"(Y/N), it's time to wake up now." A deep voice told you when you let out a tired whine.

Finally, your body cooperated and allowed you to flutter your eyes open.

You immediately took in the stranger sitting in the bed beside you, then the pastel bed sheets and the feeling of silk pajamas that you definitely weren't wearing the day before.

You scrambled back in shock, your mind screaming danger.

This wasn't the hospital and the red-haired man sitting in front of you was neither a nurse or a doctor that you recognized, and he wasn't wearing anything that told you he was a medical professional.

He didn't seem very shocked at your behavior either, just a little worried.

"Who are you?!" You asked, now standing at the opposite side of the queen sized bed you'd just been sleeping in, "And where am I?! This isn't the hospital!"

Your heart rate was picking up and your chest was beginning to hurt. You knew that you needed to sit down but how could you when you'd just woken up in a strange place with a strange man?

The man didn't answer either of your questions, only glancing at you in concern, "I'll answer your questions, but you need to sit down and lower your heart rate before you pass out."

How did he know about your heart condition, you wondered. Was he actually a nurse?

No, that couldn't be right.

You were very obviously in someone's house; most likely his.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you asked again, "Who are you and where am I?"

You could tell the man wasn't happy about you not sitting down but he relented, "My name is Todoroki Enji, but you will address me as 'dad'. And we're in your room in our home."

You faltered at the new information and shook your head like it was reflex, "You... you're not my dad though. My dad looks nothing like you... What's happening?" Tears welled in your eyes, anxiety springing back into your body, "I want my mom! Please take me back to her!" You pleaded.

Enji only sighed, softly shaking his head, "I know this a lot to take in, but this is your home now. Your biological parents decided to leave you in our care-"

"No!" You snapped, "No, they didn't! We were supposed to go to the movies today!" You recalled the day prior and gripped at the silk cloth over your chest, heart drumming and chest beginning to grow tight, "Tak-" You gasped out, "Take me to my parents! Right now! Right now! Right now!"

Enji stood up at your screeching and your voice got caught in your throat.

He was so large and intimidating. He could probably kill you with ease.

And having that knowledge in mind had you second-guessing if you could just scream your way out of this situation.

"(Y/N), I will not tolerate this behavior. Either you calm yourself down or you can take a nap and we can try again later. What will it be?" He questioned.

Oh, how you really did want to calm yourself, but how could you?

It felt like someone was squeezing your chest like a tube of toothpaste. No matter how hard you tried to take a deep breath, your lungs remained clamped shut like a clam.

Heart drumming in your ears, your sight blurred significantly and spots began to decorate the fuzzy world around you.

Next thing you knew, your knees buckled from beneath and you dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.

Enji cursed under his breath, strolling around the bed and settling you back under the pastel comforter.

He knew you wouldn't take any of this easily, you were young after all, younger than Shoto, now that he was thinking about it.

But he was sure that once you met the rest of the family, you would warm up to them in no time.

Once he made sure that you were sound asleep, he left your room and was immediately greeted by the rest of his family gazing at him expectantly.

Shoto glanced up from his phone, "That didn't sound too good." He commented.

Rei stepped forward, hand clutched to her chest worriedly, "Is my baby okay? She sounded so upset."

With a nod, Enji explained that your first awakening went just as smoothly as he thought it would, "I'll make sure to show her the 'letter' her parents left for her. Hopefully, she'll be more at ease around us thinking that her parents really did leave her in our care."

Rei gave an agreeing nod, "Absolutely, anything to get her to trust us."

Natsuo grumbled, clearly frustrated, "Damn, I was really hoping we could meet her today and have dinner together like a family."

Fuyumi kept a hopeful smile on her face, "Don't worry, she'll be ready tomorrow and we can have a nice breakfast together! Right, dad?"

"Of course. (Y/N) is the key to fixing our broken family. She'll be ready tomorrow." He said knowingly.

They quietly left your door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the day.

You'd need your energy for tomorrow.

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itskattkm · 5 months

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Based on a request

Tara Carpenter x Fem Reader

Warnings: Christmas stuff, slight fluff, being nervous and shy as f*ck

A/N: Sorry for my bad writing, sorry for switching the perspectives :D I hope that the translation was at least good. Have fun. I tried my best.

When you’re home

Y/n sat on her armchair in her two-room apartment as she comfortably drank a ginger tea. When she took a sip of it, she slightly twisted her face and whispered "spicy." She smiled and looked out the window. It was snowing and the snow breathed the city of New York into a beautiful white. She ran over to the window and sat down on the window sill to watch the snow.

It was her first Christmas in New York. Before that, New York seemed to be a dream world for her. A world she only knew from movies. If her ten-year-old self could only see her now. She lived in a small overpriced apartment near her college. She studied (insert) and even had a girlfriend.

She was surprised herself. She could never have guessed how things would develop after she moved here. Y/N had a girlfriend. How strange.

As y/n continued to observe the falling snow, she had to think of Tara. What did Tara do right now ? She asked herself. She hadn't seen her girlfriend for a week because they were both busy with their exams. Now it was finally the weekend. For now, that meant that she could switch back and relax. No learning for now.

A flashing light attracted y/n attention. She looked to the left and could see how her neighbors opposite the house decorated their windows with fairy lights. "Oh shit," y/n said to herself. She had forgotten to buy and decoration for Christmas herself she totally forgot because of all the exam tasks, after all, tomorrow was already the first Advent. Y/N sighed and put her cup aside. This was her first Christmas alone. Without her family. Otherwise, her mother had made sure that everyone in the family came to decorate. She always bought the Christmas decorations.

Suddenly y/n cell phone rang. She looked over to the living room table and saw a picture of herself and Tara.

She answered and said shy "hey"

Tara laughed into the cell phone "y/n where are you? We're waiting"

Y/n looked confused out of the window

"What do you mean?" She asked laughing slight

Tara sighed slight

"Decorating. Christmas. You. Me. In... my apartment?" She said in a cute way

Y/n laughed and felt her heartbeat running faster "is this your way to ask me if I Wanne come over to decorate with you?"

Tara hesitated with the answer and grinned broadly when she said "maybe?"

Y/n grinned "wow who's the shy one now?"

Tara laughed "thin ice y/n... thin ice"

Y/n grinned wider and felt the heat in her cheeks. Normally y/n was always the shy and nervous one of both, but there were those rarely sweet moments when it was exactly the other way around.

"Okay Fine..." said Tara and sounded like she was giving up "would you like to come over for decorating? Since it will be our first Christmas together?"

"But it's not Christmas yet" I said teasing

Tara sighed again but y/n could already see in front of her eyes how Tara smiled, her dimples came out and the slight blush appeared in her cheeks.

"My god do you two always need so much time to get to the point?" I heard Sam say on the other side of the line.

Suddenly the cell phone rushed at Tara's side and Sam said to Y/n "please come over y/n. We wanted to decorate the apartment and we had the idea to invite you"

I smiled broadly and nodded even though she couldn't see it.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes... Should I bring anything?" I asked out of intuition and looked through my apartment. Im such an idiot I have no decoration at all I thought.

"Yes, I had the idea that the three of us could eat something... meet Tara in the New Bodega store you can help her with the groceries," said Sam

"Okay, I'm on my way"

Both ended the phone call and y/n put on her coat and gloves. She packed her keys and left the apartment. Outside, she immediately hit a light gust of wind with thousands of snowflakes. She straightened her coat and made her way to the bodega. As it was getting more and more windy, she tried to hurry.

When she saw the lights of the bodega, she sighed with relief and ran across the street. She ran into the bodega and a warm wave hit her. She took a relaxed breath and looked around to find Tara. At that moment, a laugh also had to refrain. Tara was too small to be able to see her across the shelves. And just as this thought went through y/n head, Tara appeared in the next aisle and looked at her warningly "I know exactly what you just thought" she said and pointed her finger at y/n.

Y/n laughed nervously and was thrown off by Tara with a pack of napkins the next moment. Y/n just caught the pack and looked at Tara with a crooked head "Sorry...?" Said y/n shyly.

Tara's facial expressions became gentler and she smiled as she slowly approached y/n. She grabbed her coat and pulled y/n closer to kiss her.

Y/n closed her eyes for a brief moment and had felt a pleasant wave of goosebumps all over her body as Tara's gentle lips touched her.

"What will we cook later?" I asked Tara as we separated from each other.

Tara looked at the little note in her hand "Just some pasta. Nothing special. But on Christmas Eve... you'll get the best Mexican food you have ever eaten"

She said excitedly. Y/n sprays a pleasant warmth in her body when she nervously said "so I’m invited for Christmas?"

Tara smiled wide and moved closer to y/n

"Your my girlfriend... did you though I want to spend Christmas without you?"

Y/n shrugged her shoulders "Yes but... Sam... your family?"

Tara slowly put her arm around y/n waist and kissed her gently on the cheek as she whispered "your my family now..."

Tara detached herself from y/n and searched the shelves for the last ingredients. Y/n looked at her with admiring eyes as she still felt the kiss on her cheek and Tara's words repeated themselves in her head. If only Tara could know how important these words were for y/n. Y/n didn't even knew it herself until that moment. Y/n came out of her trance and followed Tara.

Finally arrived at Tara's and Sam's apartment. Y/n Smiled amazed it was the complete opposite of her apartment. It smelled like baked cookies and there was decoration everywhere. When she entered the living room of the carpenter sisters, it was felt with warm light and a large Christmas tree.

"Wow..." y/n said speechless and looked at the top of the tree that touched the ceiling.

"Sam had to exaggerate a bit with the tree" said Tara and laughed behind y/n.

"Yeah sure... at least we have a Christmas tree. Now let's get this started," said Sam, who came out of her room and pressed a box into y/n hands. Tara brought the groceries to the kitchen and I stood in the living room like a lost deer. I looked around nervously and didn't know where and how to start. My heart began to beat faster and faster and I looked around slightly panicked.

The next moment, Tara took the box from me. She smiled warmly at me "Take off your coat and then help me..."

I nodded silently and went back into the hallway where I hung up my jacket at the cloakroom. I took off my gloves and went nervously back to the living room.

I stood in front of the tree with my arms crossed and looked up to the top with a concentrated look. Since the tree was too big, the top was bent a little because of the ceiling.

"If I get scissors... I could try to cut off the tip. So that a star still fits on it," I said shyly to Tara.

Even before I could finish my sentence, Tara was already holding scissors in front of my face.

I laughed lightly and took it from her.

After I took one of the dining table chairs and climbed on it to get to the top better, I struggled with the scissors to cut through the wood of the tip.

"How's it going up there?" Tara asked and without looking I knew that she was just grinning. I sighed "if you want you can give it a try," I said in a sarcastic tone and looked down at her.

She stood there with her arms crossed and grinned dirty "no thanks. Im good. I like the view tho..."

I looked away nervously and couldn't resist a slight laugh. I immediately felt the heat in my ears and shortly afterwards in my whole face.

After a few seconds, I managed to cut off the tip. And then threw it at Tara with a grin as I got off the chair.

"Hey!" She called and threw the tip back.

I caught it and put it on the living room table.

"I have to admit... I feel a little overwhelmed," I said nervously and looked at the tree and the boxes with the decoration.

Tara hugged y/n from behind and put her head on her shoulder.

"Relax..." she said.

I sighed "relax? Decorating the tree was always stressful at home. No matter how I and my dad had decorated in, my mom then corrected everything afterwards," I said and laughed nervously.

Suddenly I felt Tara's lips on my neck and I got very stiff.

I felt a tingling at the point where her lips had touched me. My thoughts were empty and I began to perceive more the pressure of her arms around my body.

"It's okay..." she now whispered in my ear and I had goosebumps again.

I went to relax my body and let myself fall into Tara's embrace. She held me tight and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Come on lovebirds..." said Sam and joined us in the living room.

Y/n blushed slightly again and started decorating the tree with the carpenter sisters. They began to tell each other their weirdest Christmas story's and made sure to not break any Christmas decoration.

When we finished decorating the tree, Sam and Tara began discussing about who could be the one to put the star on the top. I just kept grinning watching them discussing.

"Tara you don't even reach the top and I bought the tree" she said teasing and held the star up so Tara couldn't reach it.

I had to keep my laughing back so hard. I never thought Sam would really tease Tara because of her size.

"Oh really? Watch me!" Said Tara competitive and managed to get the star out of Sam's hands.

Tara walked towards y/n and said

"Pick me up"

"What?" I said and laughed.

Tara looked at me with a tilted head and a slight serious look.

I stopped laughing and nodded. I bent down and put my arms around her thighs and lifted her up the next moment.

Sam laughed "I can't believe it"

We laughed when I held tara up so she could reach the top.

"Everything okay up there?" I asked grinning after Tara still didn't manage to put the star on.

"Why don't you try?" She said slightly annoyed, but I heard a smile.

I grinned broadly and held her tighter.

"Im good... I like the view" I said teasing and looked up at her while her ass wasn't far away from my face.

Tara stopped in her move and looked down at y/n with a grin, before putting the star on top of the tree.

"Finally..." said Sam and left into the kitchen.

I breathed out and let Tara down careful.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

After decorating the rest and eating together it was already dark outside.

"Thank you for the invite..." I said shy and finished to clean the last dish from our dinner.

"You don't have to be y/n... you’re part of the family" said Sam with a warm smile and touched slight y/n’s shoulder as she left the kitchen.

Again I had that goosebump on my whole body. Family. I repeated in my head.

I turned around and leaned on the kitchen counter when Tara walked towards me and grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers.

"You good?" She whispered and moved closer to y/n

"Yeah why?" I asked quite and looked into her dark welcoming and shining eyes.

Tara shrugged her shoulders and smiled shy

"You seemed to be a bit off..."

Y/n let go of Tara's hands and placed them on Tara's hips and pulled her closer in.

"I'm good..." I whispered with a slight smile.

Tara moved her hand slowly around y/n neck and moved even closer whispering "you stay the night?" Her lips brushed slight y/n’s.

Y/n blushed and grinned shyly.

"Only... if you help me next weekend to decorate my apartment cause I totally forgot about Christmas and have nothing for my apartment".

Tara smirked and kissed y/n deep before whispering "I'll take care of that".

One week passed. It was Friday evening y/n was lying on her couch in black joggers and a hoodie. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Y/n furrowed her brows and got up. Who could that be. She didn't had invited anyone. As soon as she opened the door she saw Tara, Mindy, Chad and Sam. Holding many shopping bags and boxes in their hands.

"Hello there!" Called out Mindy like y/n always did.

They walked past y/n and got into her apartment.

"Damn we got some work do to here" said Sam. While y/n looked confused after chad, Mindy and Sam. Tara was standing beside y/n with a wide grin.

"I told you I'll take care of that"

Y/n looked shy at Tara "thank you..." she said quite.

There was this spark in Tara's eyes again. She moved closer to y/n and held up suddenly a mistletoe.

Y/n blushed more and felt caught off guard.

Tara kept grinning "your so shy sometimes I love it" she whispered while grabbing y/n by her chin and kissing her deep.

Y/n felt herself melting away in Tara's hands. She felt the warmth of her hands on her face and her soft lips on hers.

She pulled Tara closer and kissed her back

After both stopped kissing, y/n rested her forehead on Tara's and whispered "you feel like home to me you know that right?"

Tara smiled and caressed y/n cheek

"I know..."

Y/n kissed her softly and pulled her arms around Tara "we're family now..."

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[6:17 pm]

(cw: mentions of haechan being drunk, f!reader)

(prequel to this but can be read alone)

You’re trying very hard to ignore the looks that Haechan is giving you. He’s staring at you like you’re some species he’s coming across for the first time and doesn’t want to scare off. His eyes are slightly squinted with a confused yet curious look on his face while you fix your hair in the mirror. Tonight you’re officially meeting his family for the first time, parents, siblings, and even one of his grandmothers, but you don’t feel nervous. You should feel nervous, just as every other person meeting their boyfriend’s family would be, but this isn’t the first time you’re meeting them…

It had happened a few months ago, you happened to be on a trip to Jeju with friends while he was there visiting his family. One night he had gone out with old friends and had ended up calling you and asking you to take him home. You did of course, struggling to understand his slurred speech as he gave you the directions to the house. You had been too concerned with getting him home that it didn’t even cross your mind who would open the door.

“I just- just love you so much, baby. My love, my lover, snookums, pookie bear,” he rambled on and on as you knocked on the door. You were struggling to keep him upright while he was struggling to even stand while leaning into your side.

You breathed a sigh of relief when an older woman with Haechan’s exact face answered the door with a concerned look. “Hi, I’m so sorry about knocking so late, but I didn’t want him to come home alone.”

She ushered you in with a kind smile which immediately fell as Haechan wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her into his opposite side. She scolded him, helping you carry him down the hall to what you assumed was his bedroom where she unceremoniously dumped him on the bed.

“Thank you for helping my son home,” she paused for your name.

You shook your head and told her your name, “It was no trouble. When he needs me I’ll be here.”

She gave you a knowing smile, “My son talks a lot about you, it’s so nice to meet you, sweetie. Please be careful getting back home, here. My number so you can let me know that you got home safe.”

You remember that night with a fond smile, finally straightening out your clothes. You feel read to meet the rest of the family, especially seeing as his mom had not been shy about reaching out since that night and had even called you a few times with his siblings. You felt like you knew them fairly well, you even had some inside jokes with her and his siblings.

Haechan continued to look at you strangely the whole ride to the restaurant, even as you sat at the table to wait for his family to come. “Will you stop looking at me like that, you weirdo?” You chided.

“You know you don’t have to pretend that you’re not nervous, I mean you’re meeting my family for the first time. It’s ok to feel nerves,” Haechan quickly responded.

The night that you had taken Haechan home had been a night he didn’t even remember, he texted you the next afternoon telling you that he couldn’t even remember getting home or how much he drank. After that it just somehow never came up because you had other things to talk about when you did get a chance to talk through his busy schedule.

As you were about to explain, that no, it wasn’t technically going to be your first time meeting his family, a high pitch scream met your ears as you caught sight of his mom rushing toward the two of you with her arms outstretched. You stood from your seat, moving so she could have more room to hug her son, but instead you were met with her warm embrace while she asked you how you had been and complimented you.

Next was his siblings, who greeted you with their own respective hugs and excitedly asked if they could sit beside you before they started fighting over who would get the last seat next to you. Even his dad had greeted you with his own warm hug as he introduced himself, and told you he had heard so much about you. Last, was his grandma who excitedly pulled you down to her level and held your cheeks between her warm hands while she happily told you she was so happy to finally be meeting the girl her grandson never shuts up about.

All the while, Haechan was staring at the introductions wide-eyed and opened mouthed, confused didn’t even scratch the surface of what he was feeling at the moment. He was met with a hand to the back of his head, “Ya, you don’t get up to greet your mother now?” He shot his siblings a glare as they laughed while he stood up to greet his mom properly.

Once you all settled into your seats, he cleared his throat, “This is a lot less awkward than I expected for a first meeting.”

“Who’s meeting for the first time?” One of Haechan’s brothers asked.

“You guys are meeting my girlfriend for the first time…” Haechan trailed off.

“Just dad and grandma, we’ve already met her.”

“Mom?! You’ve met?! When?!” Haechan incredulously asked.

“Last time you went home to visit, she had to carry you home because you were so drunk you couldn't walk," his sister laughed paired with his parents shaking their head simultaneously.

He looked between everyone, his mom then you,then his dad and you again, "Wha-what?! And none of you told me?!"

"Son, you woke up right before dinner and complained about the sound of cars driving 3 streets away, somehow it just never came up," his dad shrugged while he looked over the menu.

"But she was so sweet, didn't complain once about getting you home so late at night. We've had some good chats since then, right?" His mom added.

"Oh absolutely, are you going to try that steak you told me about?" You replied.

"Yes! And the cake!" One of his brothers added.

"I can't believe this," Haechan mumbled.

"You picked a good one," his grandma told him quietly from her seat beside him.

Haechan watched you help his youngest brother pick his food while you and his parents made conversation about work. He couldn't fight the smile that came over his face, yeah, he did pick a good one. The best one.

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crvptidgf · 24 days

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Bad Blood • pt. III

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, you find it difficult to let go of the past. Your trauma lies deeper than you think. When when you meet somebody who understands your pain, your journey of self-discovery and healing begins to set sail. For once, everything in your life seems to click.

➸ warnings/notes: reader is of romanian descent, afab! reader, mentions of trauma, descriptions of death and traumatic events, profanity, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (18+), trauma bonding, eventual mutual pining, mentions of the golden trio being dicks for the sake of the story

word count: 2.1k

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HALTING MY MOVEMENTS, I felt Mattheo's arm slide away from me. My eyes flicked between his and Ron's eyes.

I steeled myself as I waited with baited breath for somebody to talk first.

I hated always being wary with who I was friends with. No matter if it was a Hufflepuff, Slytherin - whoever. It felt like I always had two sides of myself fighting with each other. I wondered what Hermione thought of me walking side by side with a Riddle.

Merlin. Since when did I care for family reputations?

Ron interrupted the silence. "You coming to lunch with us?"

While I did want to sit with my friends, I also really wanted to go see Enzo again. Theo was a bit annoying, but I enjoyed the other two's company, so I figured I could endure him. My mind was conflicted between my old childhood best friend, and my current friend group.

It didn't help that I was starting to really enjoy being around others like me. Sure Theo was snarky, and Mattheo was a bit cocky, but they understood me a bit better than any of my friends could. Or maybe I was just getting sick of getting left out just because of my house - just because I befriended them too late.

As I've stated, I never truly felt as if I belonged. It wasn't necessarily my friend's fault - but being a Slytherin amongst Gryffindors was hard when everybody blamed your house for the horrors of the war. Sometimes it felt like they were in on some big inside joke that I never understood, and as time went on I realized that I was the butt of it.

To them, I was just a Death Eater waiting to burst out of it's secret shell.

"Me and Mattheo kind of already had plans, sorry. I'll see you guys later tonight though?"

It wasn't necessarily a lie. Enzo did say I could sit with him any time. That counts as having plans, right?

Additionally, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Harry invited me to their common room at the end of classes. They had told me on the train that we should visit each other every week to hash out anything new that's happened in our respective classes. Since we didn't share many lessons together anymore we figured that we should have constant hangouts to catch up.

Hermione eyed Mattheo up, a wary look on her face.

"Yeah. See you tonight," she said before pulling Ron away and walking in the opposite direction of us.

I had no idea why she was acting so strange.

I was about to call them back when Mattheo wrapped his arm back around my shoulder and began to drag me to the courtyard. Laughing, I shoved him off of me as his weight was forcing me to lean over in an uncomfortable stance. A stance that made me have to rest my head against his shoulder - not that I minded.

As we sat down on the grass, we waited for the others to arrive. We all had a double class first thing in the morning, so Mattheo texted their groupchat to let them know where we were.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to ask for their numbers. Specifically Mattheo's.

"If we're gonna make this a habit I should probably have your number," I said as I picked at the grass beside me. My eyes looked at anything but him.

Mattheo was leaning back on his elbows. I eventually looked back at him once he didn't respond, only to see him already looking down at me, smiling.

"If you wanted my number you could've just asked," he said cockily.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back on my elbows next to him.

"Yeah, I just did."

"Touché," he replied as he sat up. He put his hand out as he made a motion. Taking the hint, I gave him my phone. A moment went by, and his number was already in my phone.

I smiled to myself as I added his contact.

"What are you guys so giddy about?" said Enzo as he sat in front of us.

Mattheo and I glanced at each other quickly before looking back at Enzo. He didn't say anything, so I decided to change the topic.

Lunch went by quickly - it was nice to catch up with Enzo finally. Thankfully for me, Theo was hanging out with some other friends. Blaise and Draco I figured. I liked Blaise, he was nice. Draco, however, was a bit of a dick; although I was a bit biased because I was friends with Harry.

I had Herbology and Charms one after another. It felt different than what I was used to, and I found it hard trying to keep track of all the new things we had to learn. I was glad I chose some other easier subjects like Ancient Studies - I always used to read about Ancient civilizations when I was younger.

It was something me and Enzo both loved.

As I walked out of the class, I began to head down to our second lunch. Since I already spent time with my new friends I made the decision to go see Hermione and the others in the Great Hall.

The sound of my text notification sound alerted my attention. Pulling my phone out, I checked who it was.

- - -

Finally finding my friends, I ran and wrapped my arms around Ginny from behind. She made a noise of surprise before pulling me down to her level and hugging me properly.

"Hey! We missed you this morning," she said.

I smiled at her, hugging her back and resting my arm around her shoulder as I adjusted myself on the bench.

"Yeah sorry I-" I tried to say, but Ron butted in, his mouth full of fries.

"She was with that Riddle guy," he said with a muffled voice.

Hermione slapped his shoulder. "Don't talk with your mouth full, Ronald!" she scolded.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other quickly before they continued eating their lunch. Hermione seemed to sense the tension as she folded her arms across her chest, eyeing Ginny up before looking back to me.

"You should watch who you're friends with," she said.

I all but scoffed at her words. Out of all people I thought they would understand the most. Harry had been judged all his life for various reasons; the Weasleys were poked fun at for having trouble with money - and Hermione had always had assumptions made about her just because she was Muggle-born. Who are they to judge someone based off a family name?

Hermione was assuming the worst of him. She didn't even know him.

Well, neither did I. But I knew he wasn't as bad as people made him out to be. He was incredibly good at potions, he had a sense of humour, he seemed nice...

"Seriously?" I responded.

"She's right, you know," quipped Harry. Of course he agreed with her. He always did.

Sometimes I felt like they were all so much closer to each other than I was with them. In reality, it was quite true . They had known each other since they were 11 - their bond was something unbreakable.

I used to think ours was too, until the summer before college came. Until the Battle of Hogwarts happened; and I saw their prejudice against my house. I would never forget the look in their eyes as they watched me and my house mates get shoo'd to the dungeons - their incredulous looks as I made my way back out to help them in the battle. It was like they were shocked I wasn't a Death Eater all along. The feeling of betrayal never left, but they were my friends, so I stuck by them.

I sighed, standing up.

"Whatever. I just thought it would be nice to befriend Slytherins for once," I said.

Ron made a face, grabbing a chicken wing.

"What would you want with those snakes?" he asked, not realizing his mistake.

My nostrils flared as I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm one of those snakes."

With that, I trudged out of the Great Hall, my heart pounding in my ears. I couldn't even believe what just happened.

Couldn't they just be happy that I was making friends?

- - -

My lips quirked up at my phone as I made my way down the hall, trying to find my next classroom.

At this point I felt like I had learned to just cope with Theo's cynical jokes. I was just glad I still had people to hang out with at school. It seemed like my first day wasn't going to plan - not that I minded.

Now I had time to build my rapport with Enzo.

I truly missed him. I never really noticed how much his absence affected me, but now that we were reunited it felt wrong to just walk away from him. We had a lot of catching up to do.

When dinner finally rolled around I wasted no time in fast-walking to the Great Hall. I ignored the looks from the Gryffindor table, unsure if they were going to be scolding me for sitting next to Enzo and the rest, or offering looks of sympathy for the way they acted earlier.

I didn't really care.

Once I reached the Slytherin table I noticed that a few more people joined us. Pansy and Blaise were there, alongside Draco who didn't really make eye contact with me as I slid next to Enzo.

"Hey," I said, bumping his shoulder.

He smiled at me as he offered to pour me a drink into my goblet.

"You must be Y/N," said Pansy, her elbows leaning on the table as she greeted me with a smile.

She was a bit of a bully back in the day, but she sweetened up immensely once 7th year rolled around. Now that we were in college I assumed she had given up her rude ways; unlike some people who still liked to live in the past - Draco and Theo.

"That I am. It's nice to meet you, Pansy."

Pansy regained her posture as she sat up straight, looking over at Draco. After he said nothing, not even sparing a glance in my direction, she merely slapped him upside the head and rolled her eyes.

This must be normal behavior for him.

As I looked around the table, two absences caught my eye. Both Theo and Mattheo were missing.

"Where's the rest?" I whispered to Enzo so as to not interrupt the conversation flowing throughout the table.

"Oh. They're off somewhere - probably smoking," he shrugged. "Wanna tell me what happened with the Potter gang?"

My lips quirked at the nickname. I had heard my fair share of weird nicknames for the little Golden group of Hogwarts, but that was a first.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Let's just have our dinner.”

I didn't want to bring the mood down by mentioning the fact that my friends thought Enzo and his buddies were bad news. He felt enough guilt as it is, there was no need to bring up bad memories by reminding him that some people still believed they were secretly Death Eaters.

My mind felt stuck. Stuck between my two personalities, my two families. Before all of this Voldemort nonsense Enzo was my only friend - he was like a brother to me.

Sure, Enzo could've grown into an entirely different person now. But in my mind he was still just the scared little 13 year old that didn't want to lose his best friend - and I was still the girl who broke our friendship. All because of a misunderstanding.

I needed to mend our relationship. I needed the closure so that I could finally move on from what happened that day.

Sometimes I could still hear his words ringing through my brain.

"I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this."

Shaking my head, I diverted my train of thought back to the feast before me. I just hoped that one day I could look at myself in the mirror and not see regret and fear seeping from my features anymore.

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livindeadgirlgrav · 7 months

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Hello, can I request for Nubbins x fem reader? His s/o sees Nubbins sleeping and then thinks it's her chance to escape, even if she has to hit him to buy time and still she doesn't make it?

Yesss! I love this! This is my first request and first request for Nubbins! Thank you tons!

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Fem reader

Warning: Kidnapping, violence, bad language, cannibalism, etc

A/n: I love writing to music as I've said before so the two songs I listened to the most while writing this was Diet Mountain Dew and West Coast by Lana Del Rey ! (I love his cute little face)

You had been in the Sawyer house for what felt like months. You had helped a man on the side of the road named Nubbins. At first you thought he was strangely cute so of course you took him home, you knew you would feel like shit if you left him in that awful Texas heat. Of course you thought he was odd for his strange behavior to his strawberry like birthmark on his face. "Y-you sure are pretty." He said in a thick accent, starring at you with a huge grin. You smiled softly uncomfortable. "Don't get any ideas." The man chuckled. "I won't hurt ya." You cursed yourself everyday for helping him. You've tried to escape before but each time they caught you. Holding your knees to your chest you looked around the room, the mattress you sat on was opposite to the door against the wall, the wall was filled with Polaroids Nubbins had taken at the slaughter house and of you. "Aren't you going to eat?" Nubbins said to you from the door. You gave him a look. "Definitely not! I'll starve before I eat whatever your crazy family killed!" Nubbins frowned a bit. "Fine! Starve." He stuck his tongue out at you then slammed the door shut. After a while Nubbins came back and got in bed pushing you over so you were against the wall. You huffed not wanting to be in his presence. You hated him, he took you away and forced you to live in this hellhole. You felt him wrap his arm around you and push his face into your side. "Get off me." You said in a stern tone. Of course he didn't listen to you or paid you away attention.

You closed your eyes for a little bit but as the clock ticked Nubbins grip on you loosened. Noticing you quickly thought of a plan to escape, this was your only chance at fully escaping. Nubbins didn't sleep like this a lot, he was in a deep sleep. Deep enough you were able to slip out from underneath his head and was able to move his arm off of you. Carefully you crawled off the end of the bed. This was to perfect to get caught putting on shoes so you went barefoot. Smiling to yourself for your small victory it all came crashing down when you moved a bit to fast, hitting the edge of Nubbins crappy desk causing one of his skulls to fall to the ground. "Darlin?" Nubbins whispered out in his raspy, sleepy voice. You looked at him and in a brisk moment you wanted to comfort him. 'What are you doing? Go!' you said to yourself. You ran downstairs hearing Nubbins not to far behind you. "Bubba! Bubba!" Nubbins yelled. Running to the front door you pulled and pushed not being able to open it. Seeing Nubbins on the stairs you ran to the back only to be met with Bubba sliding the metal door open. You duck knowing he would swing something at you and of course you were right. "Don't hurt her! Just get her!" Nubbins yelled grabbing the hammer out of Bubba's hands as you ran to the backdoor. Nearly falling through the door you were back on your feet. Hearing that godforsaken chainsaw you stopped in your tracks looking around for a place to hide. "Got ya!" Nubbins grabbed your arm, scaring you since it was like he fell out of thin air. Screaming you quickly punched him causing him to let you go. You ran and hid in-between two old Volkswagen bugs. But of course that didn't help Bubba found you and so did his saw. You screamed and cried as Bubba would get the saw super close to you then back off. You tried to move back kicking your legs to push you back but you were stuck, there was no where to go. It was just you, Bubba, and that saw. "Nubbins!" You screamed and cried. "Stop it!" You felt like you were going to go insane. As Bubba got closer he lifted the saw so it was only inches away from your face. "Stop it Bubba! You're scarin her!" Nubbins yelled causing Bubba to lower the saw and cut it off. Bubba grunted and made a few noises hear and there as to ask Nubbins why. You cried covered in dirt and sweat. "You hit me." Nubbins said frowning at you. "Nubs" you cried giving him a nickname not even realizing you were calling on him for help. "Go! You scared her!" Nubbins yelled at Bubba. "Whats going on out here!" Drayton yelled. "Its nothing!" Nubbins yelled starring at you. "She try to escape again!" Drayton yelled. "I said its nothing! We'll handle this! You're just the cook!" Nubbins yelled at Drayton. You cried as you slowly stood up shaking from what just happened. Watching them fight you realized Nubbins was the only one who kept you safe. Yeah he was rough from time to time and threatened you but overall he was the nicest one towards you. He said he wouldn't hurt you and he kept that promise. Now it was your turn, would you use him for protection or give him what he desperately needed? Love.

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Hey! I hope you liked it, Thank you again for the request! Of course if its not to your likely please request again! Either way I loved writing this and hope you enjoyed!

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pandalorian36 · 1 year

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Carlisle Cullen x reader

You are a human and have been dating Carlisle for a while. It is almost Halloween and you want to share your love of pumpkin carving with the family.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word count: 796

I smile at Carlisle over the table "Can we buy some pumpkins?" he looks confused "Why?" I smile "To carve them. It's Halloween soon and I want to carve some pumpkins." he still looks confused "You want to carve pumpkins?" I nod happily "Don't tell me you've never carved a pumpkin before?" he shakes his head slightly "I can't say I have." I scowl and stand "Four hundred years old and you've never carved a pumpkin? Well we have to fix that, come on we're going shopping."

Alice skips through the door "What sort of shopping?" I grin "Pumpkins." she grimaces "Oh I don't like pumpkins they smell strange." I smile "Well we can leave them outside, but Carlisle has never carved a pumpkin before and that needs fixing." he chuckles "I don't see why this is so important." I tug on his arm "Come on." Alice smiles "Have fun." we walk out the house and to the car. Carlisle starts the engine and I smile "I can't believe you've never carved a pumpkin before." he shrugs slightly "I've never really thought about it before." I smile "What do you usually do at Halloween?"

He grins "Try to stop Alice from destroying the house with one of her parties. Stop Emmett from scaring people. Give out sweets." I laugh "Alice's parties aren't that bad." he smiles "Did you see the house after her Christmas party?" I smile "Fair point." we pull up outside the local shop and climb out the car. "How many are we buying?" I smile "How many am I allowed?" he chuckles kissing my cheek "As many as you want." I nod counting of on my fingers "You, me, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward. Seven, one each." he nods "Seven it is." I smile and help him put seven large pumpkins into a trolley also grabbing candles and matches before pushing it to the till. "Pumpkin carving?" I nod happily and the cashier smiles "My daughter loves it, how many children do you have?"

Carlisle smiles "Five." she nods "Well have fun." we walk back to the car, and I smile loading them carefully into the boot "Pumpkin for everyone." he nods chuckling "As long as it makes you happy." I nod kissing his cheek "Come on we have pumpkins to carve!" he loads them into the boot and drives back home. "How do we carve them?" I smile "Knives or fangs which ever you prefer." he rolls his eyes and helps me out the car kissing me lightly "I think knives would be safer." I grab one of the pumpkins and skip around to the back of the house sitting on the ground outside.

Jasper, Emmett, and Carlisle appear with the other pumpkins and some knives from the kitchen. I take one of them and start cutting the top of one of the pumpkins laying it on the ground so I can start taking the stuff out from inside. "What are you doing?" I grin emptying a handful of the orange goop onto the floor "Gutting him ready for carving." Emmett laughs and sits opposite me "And this is fun?" I nod "Yep." I continue creating a pile of the orange stuff at my side. "That's disgusting." I turn and smile at Alice and Rosalie wiggling my fingers at her "I like it." Carlisle laughs sitting next to me "I'm having trouble seeing how you find this fun."

Emmett shrugs lobbing a handful of pumpkin goop at Jasper "I don't know, I think it's great." the others sit down pulling a pumpkin towards them. Edward walks out the house looking confused "Why are you all sitting on the ground." I grin "We're carving pumpkins." I point to the last one "Come on, you have to do one to." he sighs but sits down.

I smile and pick up one of the small knives starting to carve a face into the pumpkin throwing the bits I cut out onto the large pile of seeds and orange stuff. I grin at my finished pumpkin and hold it up to Carlisle "Ta da." he laughs "Is that a vampire pumpkin?" I nod happily and hold it out for the others to see. Emmett grins "You know you're an adult, right?" I glare at him and stick out my tongue. Carlisle laughs and kisses my cheek gently "I like it." I grin and Rosalie grins flicking at bit of pumpkin at Alice "Hey." I laugh and lean my head on Carlisle's shoulder watching him carve his pumpkin.

He finishes and wraps an arm around my waist as we watch the others "I think we've started a new family tradition." I smile "Told you it was fun." he nods and smiles kissing me gently "You were right."

#carlisle cullen #carlisle x reader #x reader #x Y/N #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #carlisle cullen x reader

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Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale III

Chapter Three

"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"

Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn

Words: 4.1k

A/N: Please lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Hope you enjoy x

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January 29th, 2005

Jasper had been extremely punctual of course. He had paced back and forth so many times that night he had practically worn lines into the floor. It was times like these that he really did miss sleeping. The promise of seeing Camila once the sun arose had the night dragging on much slower than he would’ve even thought possible. He wasn’t exactly sure what they would be doing, but he knew it would be with her and that was all that mattered really. So, there he was standing on her doorstep, knocking his fist lightly on the front door of her home, not one second after the agreed time of 11am.

He of course knew before the door swung open, that it would be her that would answer his knock, having smelt the abnormal scent of her blood, but that didn’t stop the fluttering in his stomach as she came into view. Like usual, it was as if his breath had been stollen from his lungs as he drunk in the sight of her. As if he needed that air to live. Her eyes flickered up from the toes of her warn out boots to meet his. She sent him a small, bashful smile. “You’re very punctual.” She teased.

Jasper’s golden eyes seemed to glimmer as a smile broke out across his face. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting, darlin’.” He said. The word as usual, sent Camila’s pulse quickening and she scolded her heart. He had called her that countless times, yet the word never failed to get a reaction out of her. She really needed to get a grip on herself, and she hoped that he was unaware of the effect that he had on her.

She shook the thoughts from her head, gesturing him inside of the small house. “Sorry, my mom wanted to meet you before I leave. She’s a little protective if you could imagine.” She said, letting out a light laugh.

Jasper sucked in a breath. “Yeah, of course.” He said, smiling politely to the girl in front of him as he stepped through the threshold. Slight panic filled his chest as his eyes scanned the small living room directly in front of the entrance to the home. The room was mostly bare, save for a plush worn looking sofa, two arm chairs, and few boxes in the corner that had yet to be unpacked.

He wished Alice would have warned him of the girl’s mother. He hadn’t exactly been prepared to be in close proximity and direct conversation with a human today. Of course, he was spending the day with Camila, but the only thing that made that possible was the lack of hunger that followed the scent of her strange blood, and he knew, of course that the same would not hold true for the girl’s mother.

Floorboards whined under his feet as he stepped into the tight space. He tried to focus on the steady beating of Camila’s heart for comfort, but that didn’t stop the rigidness of his shoulders as the fire in his throat lit ablaze with furry. There, on the sofa in front of him, sat a middle aged woman, an almost perfect reflection of her daughter. He steeled himself, swallowing the burn and mustering up his best manners. “Hello, Ma’am. I’m Jasper Hale. I’m here to pick up your daughter for the day.” He said, flashing a bright smile at the woman.

She came to a stand, looking at him, seeming to almost size him up. Of course she would be protective of her only daughter. It was only natural for her to want to make sure that she would be in safe hands, especially given her sickness. It was expected, and really if he had been thinking straight, he would have realized that he would be meeting at least one of her parents and prepared himself.

Seeing his kind smile and hearing his polite greeting seemed to ease a bit of her stress as the tension in her shoulders loosened slightly. She returned his smile walking closer to him as she stuck her hand out for him to shake. “I’m Camila’s mother, Michelle. It’s a pleasure to meat you.” She said.

Jasper’s eyes flickered over to Camila quickly, and back to her mother. May as well lay it on thick, he figured. He stuck out his hand in front of him, gently taking the woman’s warm palm into his own. He knew he could blame the cold weather on his chilled skin if questioned, so he leaned fully into his southern charm as he delicately shook the woman’s hand, lingering longer than he would normally dare. “The pleasure is all mine, ma’am.” He said.

Michelle stood there, slightly stunned for a moment. Exactly the reaction that he had been chasing. “So, where is it that you will be taking my daughter today?” She asked kindly as she dropped his cold stone-like hand.

Letting his body relax at the loss of the woman’s touch, he looked back towards Camila. “I’m leaving that part up to her, but I figured we could go get something for lunch first.” He said, trying, despite the flames lapping at his throat to seem relaxed, and to the best of his ability, normal.

Michelle sucked in a shaky breath. “I just worry. Please make sure she doesn’t push herself too much. She has a tendency overwork her body at times.” She said, concern creating deep lines between her eyebrows.

Camila cringed at her mother’s words. She knew she would be concerned about her going out, but she had wished she would refrain from talking about her as if she wasn’t in the room. Of course she was fragile, that much was apparent, but she sometimes hated how her parents treated her as if she would whither away at any moment. “Mom-“ She started, attempting to keep the woman from embarrassing her even further.

Holding up her hand to stop her daughter, Michelle interrupted. “No, Camila, I’m serious.” She scolded.

Jasper could feel the worry immolating from her and decided now would be a good time to take advantage of his supernatural gifts. “Of course, and I will make sure to have my phone with me as well so I can call you and my father in case of any emergency.” He said, sending her a reassuring smile as he pushed the feeling of comfort and calm towards her. The least he could do was try and ease the anxiety of the situation for her.

She let out a deep sight, letting the weight of her worry leave her shoulders. Camila had explained the situation on her ride home from school the day previous, the only reason her and her husband agreeing, being that Jasper would have a direct line to their daughter’s doctor. As much as the whole thing concerned her, she knew that it was only fair to let her daughter enjoy her time with the boy. Especially considering that Camila was adamant on letting her parents know that they were ‘only friends’ and ‘just wanted to get to know each other more’.

“Okay… Enjoy your time out, honey. Be home by ten.” She said, after a long pause, giving her daughter a light smile and ushering the two teens towards the front door.

Camila smiled thankfully at her mother, grateful that she didn’t push it any further, and planted a small kiss to the woman’s cheek. “Love you.” She muttered, turning and grabbing Jasper's hand to pull him out the front door before her mother changed her mind.

An electric shock raced up Jasper’s spine as he moved towards the pull on his arm, dazed by the girl’s touch. It was then that he had realized that this was the first skin to skin contact that he had ever shared with her. Her palm was a blazing ember against his own icy touch and he took note that this must be because of her constant feverish state. The warmth was comforting to his freezing skin, and he hoped that his cold touch may be just as comforting to her.

Camila tried to hide her shock as she processed the temperature of his skin. Just like Alice, he too had the same ice-like touch. Odd enough, without even considering that the two weren’t actually related to each other. She shook the new confusing information from her mind, deciding that she would have to add it to the long, ever-growing list of the things that were off about Jasper and his family.

Once the two were outside, standing next to the contrasting expensive looking car in her driveway, she reluctantly dropped his hand. “Sorry.” She said, blushing lightly. “Wanted to get out of there before she decided to make me stay home.” She admitted.

Reaching his hand forward to open the passenger door for her, he smiled bashfully to the girl. “No worries.” He reassured, trying to draw in his control. The sudden contact with her skin had seemed to flip a switch inside of his brain, almost like rebooting his mind, and it wasn’t quite back up to running at full speed yet.

He shut the door behind her as she moved into the vehicle, being extra careful to make sure that all of her body was inside before latching it shut. Making his way quickly to the drivers side, or quickly for a human anyway, he turned the key in the ignition, listening as the engine roared quietly to life. “Where to, for food?” He asked once he had clicked his seatbelt into place on his side and made sure that she had done the same.

“Same cafe as the other day?” She offered, considering that she didn’t really know anywhere else in the small town yet and she had actually enjoyed the food that they had served.

Jasper tried to hide his grimace as he forced a smile onto his lips, pulling out of the driveway and heading in the direction of the cafe. Given that they had just been there a few days prior, he knew he would have to, unfortunately, actually order food this time due to the risk of anybody but Camila noticing that he had a particular issue with consuming human food. He only hoped he could successfully hide the fact that he wouldn’t end up eating any of the food, and he tried, quickly, to come up with some kind of idea that would help him seem inconspicuous.

“Any music preferences?” He asked, reaching forward to turn on the radio as the soft notes of a piano filled the car. One of Edward’s cd’s he had left in the player.

Eye’s flickering over to his face, the corners of Camila’s mouth turned up. “What do you have?” She asked.

His long arm reached over her lap, unlatching the glovebox to reveal, a large book, that was no doubt filled with different options. “Take a look.” He offered.

He had to admit, he didn’t really listen to too much music himself. When he had been human, having been a part of a not-so-wealthly family, he hadn’t really had much exposure to music, besides the occasional tune he would hear while out in town with his parents. Even that music, he didn’t listen to often now, given that it was over a century old at this point. If he was being honest, the only exposure to music that he had anymore was mostly due to Edward and his constant pursuit to occupy the ongoing boredom of this life that they had been given.

Flicking through the pages and pages of cd’s, Camila tried to get a grasp on the many genres that the book held. They ranged vastly from classics like The Beatles, real classics like Mozart, and even artists as modern as Linkin Park and all it did was confuse her more if she was being honest. “I thought there’d be more country in here given your southern drawl.” She teased, eyes flitting up to catch his reaction to her words.

A genuine laugh left his lips and rang like a bell throughout the car. “Yeah, I uh… I guess I didn’t really grow up with a whole lot of music around. Those are Edward’s. Sorry to disappoint, darlin’.” He said pointedly, smirking.

Camila giggled lightly, heart fluttering at the sight of his bright smile. She plucked a disk from a sleeve of the book, finally settling on one of the many Queen albums. She ejected the current disk, placing the new cd into the the slot above the clock on the dashboard.

The beginning notes thrummed throughout the car as the wound down the road. “80’s huh?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.

“It’s a classic.” She reasoned, as she bobbed her head slightly to the rhythm of the music.

That definitely didn’t help him not feel absolutely ancient as he sat there next to her, all one-hundred-sixty years of him. He had to pull himself away from the thoughts that began filing through his mind, suddenly feeling like a total creep. He hoped, whenever she ended up finding out the truth about him, that he wouldn’t scare her away. The fact was, he was well over a hundred years older than her and he tried not to let that fact get to him too much.

In truth, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the 258 years difference between Carlisle and Esme, but that did little to ease his discomfort with the inevitable conversation he would end up having about his real age. Refusing to let himself spiral any longer he spoke up. “80’s was the best decade for music in my opinion.”

Camila hummed in agreement, closing her eyes as she let herself fully feel the melody around her.

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The cafe was a bit more packed than it had been previously that week, given that it was now lunchtime as well as Saturday. Luckily, the corner booth was still unoccupied when they arrived, so that, if anything, would help to keep Jasper as far away as possible from the many humans occupying the room as well as provide enough privacy to not have to sensor their conversation too much.

Unfortunately, however, the waitress that had served them before was the same for today, and immediately, he knew that there would be no way out of ordering food for himself this time. Reluctantly, he scanned the menu for something that would be easy enough to choke back up later on, and settled on a burger, figuring that it would look the most normal for a teenage guy to eat.

The woman left their table, promising that the food would be out soon. Camila turned to Jasper, an eyebrow raised at his obvious discomfort. “You ordered food this time.” She pointed out.

“Uh- yeah.” He stuttered out, trying to push the right words to the forefront of his mind. “Don’t wanna stick out too much, I guess.” He said, eyes flickering around the crowded restaurant.

Camila nodded slowly. “So you really don’t eat then?” She asked curiously, deciding now would be as good a time as any to get her questions out in the air.

Jasper gulped. “No, not food like you eat.” He muttered lowly.

Her eyebrows threaded together in confusion. “Okay, I’m lost.” She admitted.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I can’t exactly tell you myself, and to be fair, I don’t think you would believe me even if I could.” He said, a reluctant grin adorning his features.

Camila huffed, slouching slightly in her seat. “So, let me get this straight. You’ve been dropping these very strange and almost ominous hints at me in hopes that I’ll figure this all out on my own?” She said. He nodded, happy that she had the bluntness to call him out. “Okay, why me?” She asked. “What makes you have so much trust in me? We don’t really know each other very well.” She pointed out.

“If we’re being honest, out of everyone in this town besides my family, you know me the best. From what I know, it’s the same way vice versa.” He said, his golden eyes peering deep into her green ones.

She nodded slowly, processing his words. “Fair enough.” She muttered. “Okay. How about I just throw random ideas and you can confirm or deny them?” She suggested.

Jasper thought for a moment. “That… sounds… doable.” He said, agreeing to the idea.

Camila sat up straighter in her seat, feeling slightly exhilarated by the prospect. “Okay. So you don’t eat. Any food at all?” Jasper shook his head. “You’re really cold.” She pointed out. He nodded his head this time.

“You’re good at reading emotions.” nod yes

“You have like, super human hearing.” nod yes

“You and your whole family are like ridiculously attractive. Inhumanly so.” She said, letting herself get away with her rambling so much she hadn’t even noticed when the words fell from her lips. Her eyes widened in realization, as a bright red blush crept up her cheeks.

A smirk grew on Jaspers lips as her words fully sank in. “So, you think I’m ridiculously attractive?” He teased.

Her hands flew up to her face, trying to cover the growing blush on her cheeks. “Shut up.” She mumbled embarrassed.

Jasper’s smirk grew larger. “My sincerest apologies, darlin’.” He said, earning a groan from the girl.

Jasper’s head suddenly snapped away from her, towards the waitress making her way to their table, two plates of food in her hands. After making sure that the two were all set and didn’t need anything else, she finally left the two by themselves once more.

He starred down at his plate, grimace clear as day on his face. Camila’s eyes flicked back and forth from the food to his face. “I can eat it. If you want… Not all of it, but enough to make it look like you tried to eat it yourself.” She offered.

He smiled over to her. “Umm- yeah.” He nodded lightly. “That would be great.” He admitted.

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Camila had tried to rush through finishing her food, knowing that she would most likely get more answers once they were in their own privacy once more. Unfortunately, as much as she tried, her stomach could only handle so much, so it ended up taking close to forty-five minutes before she was able to get a substantial amount of food down.

So, there they sat, car parked on the side of an abandoned road. Finally alone once more. Jasper knew that the location may not be the best option for the inevitable discovery looming overhead, wanting her to feel safe and not like he took her out to the middle of the woods to kill her, but ultimately, knew that it would give them the privacy needed if she ended up freaked out.

They had continued their back and forth questioning and answering after they had left and here they were, still going on more than three hours later. Granted most of that was because they had kept pausing to joke and go off on side conversations. He couldn’t really help it to be fair. He was nervous and almost instinctually tried to change the subject at every corner. In truth, he was terrified of her having a bad reaction. A natural reaction.

Despite the happiness filling her chest, Camila was beginning to grow more and more irritated with herself. This day had flipped everything on its head and her composure had long past flown out the window. It had been over a year since she had sworn off any future of dating again, and she told herself, over and over again, that she needed to stop, but she couldn’t help the butterflies filling her stomach every time he looked her way.

There was something about him. Something almost supernatural that made her feel at home in his presence. She found herself wanting that impossible future with him, and all it did was hurt. She had spent the past year coming to terms with her inevitable death, being contempt in the fact that her life would be cut short. Already saying goodbye in her mind to her friends and family and there, suddenly he was. Fucking that all up. Throwing a wrench in her plan. Her heart desperately wanted to fight that impossible fight just to spend more time with him, while her mind knew that the end was near and inevitable. So for now, she would ignore that inevitable future and allow herself to feel.

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“A family addicted to plastic surgery.” Camila suggested. Jasper busted out laughing loudly. shake no

“Damn. I really thought that was the one.” She joked, laughing along with him. “Okay, okay.Are any of you actually related?” shake no

“Bitten by radioactive spiders?” Bursts of laughter filled the car once more at her words. “Gamma radiation?” She added.

Jasper shook his head. “No.” He said, still shaking with laughter.

Camila groaned. “I’m not getting anywhere with these questions.” She complained.

Jasper thought for a moment. “Be less specific?” He offered.

She sighed heavily, throwing her hands into the air exasperatedly. “Are you even human?” She asked half joking.

shake no

She froze in her seat, her eyes searching his face for any signs that he was joking, but all she found was honesty and everything was suddenly way more serious.

She nodded slowly, trying to gather her racing thoughts as she stared into the trees ahead of them. Oddly enough, this discovery didn’t scare her like she knew it should have. She knew that whatever the truth ended up being, that Jasper wouldn’t hurt her. Regardless, what did she really have to lose anyway? What mattered was that she trusted him, whether that trust was ill seeded or not didn’t really matter to her anymore.

“Are you from Earth?” She asked incredulously.

Jasper smiled again, snickering slightly. “We’re not aliens.” He said.

Camila rolled her eyes teasingly. “Just checking.” She muttered.

“Are you immortal?” nod yes

Her eyes widened. “Really?” Jasper nodded again. “You’re sure you’re not making me out to be the most gullible person in the world?” He shook his head firmly, deeply serious, despite the ridiculous nature of the conversation. “How old are you?” She asked.

Jasper shook his head. “That’s a conversation for another day.” He reasoned, earning an indignant huff from the girl. He was honestly shocked with how well she had been taking all of this. Most importantly, he could tell by her emotions that she believed every word that he was saying. He didn’t exactly understand the blind trust that she had in him, but nonetheless, was happy that he had it.

Her mind wandered, attempting find her next question. How did you recover from an admission like that? Despite her shock, she pushed on. “Do you sleep?” She asked.

shake no

“Like, not at all?”

shake no

She pushed her mind to think of what this could mean. If he wasn’t human, then all of this had to be pointing to something in particular. He had expected her to guess eventually, so she knew that she to know deep down what it could be. Had to have heard of whatever he was at some point in her life. Her mind wandered to horror movies, and the monsters that were written in countless stories that she had read.

Suddenly a word came to mind, and she sat, silent for a moment, completely still in her seat, debating if it would be completely ridiculous to ask. Surely this ridiculous conversation was proof enough that she should just ask the damn question already.

“Vampire?” She blurted out.

Jasper hesitated for a moment. This was the make it or break it answer. She would either take this information overwhelmingly well, or more than likely, run off screaming. The lighthearted conversation had flipped so completely in such little time that it left him reeling and wishing that he could back pedal, but he knew that there was no way.

He hadn’t expected her to figure it all out so soon, but here she was, on the cusp of finding out everything, and they hadn’t even known each other a full week yet. The word had already left her lips and there was no chance that he would lie when the truth was already out in the air.

He shifted his gaze down, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to look her in the eyes as he admitted the truth. “Yes.” He muttered.

Her heart thudded in her chest, as the information sunk in. “Y-you’ve got to be fucking with me.” She sputtered.

shake no

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dyns33 · 8 months

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Good Uncles - Sequel

Anti Y/N needs Morpheus' help, because her uncles are stupid

(Good Omens season 2 spoilers)

Y/N and Morpheus loved each other more than anything.

This was what Matthew repeated to himself when the young woman came to see him with her strange request, and especially her comment which could have been taken as an insult in any other circumstances.

But Y/N loved Morpheus, so she certainly hadn't meant to be rude, and Morpheus loved Y/N, so he wouldn't take it badly.

Besides, she wasn't really wrong, even if the raven would deny agreeing with her if the boss asked.

"Since Dream is an idiot who has trouble communicating, I figured he could help me with my family problem, but since he has trouble communicating, I need your help to ask him."

"… Did you just say he was an idiot ?"

"Yes." Y/N said simply, looking at him with a face that said she didn't see the problem. "The worst idiot in the world, just before my uncles. So I need his advice to reconcile them, like they helped us to finally be together."

"… He loves you, but I don't know if he'll be happy with you saying he's an idiot."

"That's not the point. Will you help me ?"

Y/N's family problem seemed simple enough.

Her uncles, two other idiots, were totally in love with each other, without ever admitting it to each other for centuries. Then, one day, one of them decided to be brave, and the other ran away, not knowing how to react to all these feelings. Some sort of break up then, or whatever it was.

In fact, it was more complicated, since one of the uncles was an angel, the other was a demon, they were on opposite sides but kept secretly allying since the beginning of humanity, and now the being of light had had a promotion, forcing him to return up there.

He had suggested to his sidekick that he could come with him, be an angel again, but of course, the demon had categorically refused, suggesting instead that they stay together on Earth, happy and far from the divine and infernal stories.

Then there was a kiss, and the end of the world.

“Well, not literally the end of the world…” sighed Y/N, former antichrist, who had decided not to destroy the universe as Lucifer wished. "But it was still terrible. Aziraphale calls me through the celestial channels, and even though he pretends he's okay, I can clearly see that he's sad. And Crowley… He's devastated ! He really thought that they were going to be together forever. He drinks all the time and hardly leaves the house anymore. I threatened to destroy his car, nothing ! I threatened to destroy his car by driving it and risking having a accident, he destroyed the car."

“He remains sane despite his turmoil.”

"Morpheus, my dear, this doesn't help me. What can I do to make them stop their nonsense and see that they can't live without each other ?"

Dream of the Endless opened his mouth, and closed it almost immediately, after his faithful raven pecked his hand. He turned to Matthew, who was staring at him with a stern look, silently begging him to think before speaking.

"Even though technically no one needs others to live, I know the torment of broken hearts, my younger sister having shown it to me and having experienced it myself. It is difficult to help those who suffer of this pain, especially if they are stubborn by nature, as are angels and demons."

“You who are stubborn by nature, how have you been helped in the past during such difficult moments ?”

"… It takes time. My father doesn't help directly, but he allows the wounds to heal, the memories to be less painful, and to learn from all these experiences. I don't know if you can help your uncles, my love. Your presence and your shoulder are the only things you can offer to them, as well as advices, but whether they decide to follow them is up to them."

"I don't like that answer. It's not a stupid answer."

"I'm not as stupid as you seem to think."

"Obviously. You're only an idiot when it concerns you." Y/N joked, kissing his cheek before he started to pout. "Thank you, Morpheus. I'll try to help them. It's hard to see them like this when they were so happy before."

The dream master didn't like seeing his lover so saddened, but as he had told her, it was not possible to solve her problem as easily as she hoped.

Feelings were complicated, changing, volatile things. They were even more complex for celestial beings, who were not supposed to feel them, or at least not in a repeated or negative way.

Joy mostly, sometimes sadness for others in the case of angels, a lot of anger in the case of demons, but certainly not love.

Crowley and Aziraphale having never done anything like everyone else, they had to test this limit, and it went badly.

It wasn't a surprise, but Morpheus was a little disappointed with how this story turned out. Because it made Y/N suffer, but also because he had been secretly observing the two clandestine friends since the beginning of their romance, waiting to see what would happen, and savoring the demon's dreams and hopes.

A dreaming demon, full of imagination, and defying the infernal authorities. The only one. Of course he was favored by the Lord of Nightmares.

While Y/N tried her best to comfort him on Earth, even though she still had trouble getting him out of his apartment, Dream decided to pay a visit to the Heavenly Kingdom to greet the new manager.

"Your lordship ! What a surprise ! What a joy ! You… Y/N is not in trouble, I would know. I'm keeping an eye on her. Are you still having trouble in hell ? They've been a little panicked since Belzebub left, but we haven't noticed any suspicious activity."

"I have no quarrel with the underworld at this moment, Aziraphale. I have come to see you."

"See us ? As a courtesy call ? Good… Very good." stammered the angel, who was not as stupid as his niece seemed to think either.

“Let’s talk about my brother’s book.”

"No ! I mean… We've had this conversation before, noble dream lord. Although the mighty Destiny knows everything, the divine plan remains ineffable, and we are not supposed to know it. So I do not wish to talk about this subject."

"And I would not force you to do so. But know that no one escapes their destiny, however strange it may seem, unexpected and distant. We can try to flee it, delay it, fear it, but as certain as a kiss, it will happen."

Aziraphale looked at Morpheus without saying anything. He understood the message well, and even though he knew it was a bluff, because no one except Destiny and God knew what was in the book, he wanted to believe what those words meant.

It was scary, it would take time, but his winding path would one day lead him back to Crowley. Something inside him kept repeting it.

"Anyway…" Dream added before leaving. “If that wasn’t the Plan, there’s no stopping my sweet Y/N, or me, who hates seeing her sad.”

That same evening, aften several months, the angel contacted the demon for the first time.

It was complicated, because Crowley remained stubborn, and hurt, but he agreed to listen, a bit satisfied that it was not him who took the first step, feeling considered.

When she asked him if he had anything to do with it, and what he had done, Morpheus replied that he had simply been diplomatic and tactful.

"In other words he scared the cherub. Because fear works well with idiots."

“Matthew, leave us.”

“He was afraid of losing you last time, that’s why he agreed to talk.”

“Get out of my sight, now.”

"Thank you, Dream. Thank you so much." Y/N said, hugging him tenderly.

The problem was not resolved, but after several calls, because the fear of the wrath of Y/N and her lover was less strong than the fear of losing his demon, it was allowed to see the exchanges as a good omen for the future.

#the sandman #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #morpheus fanfiction #dream of the endless #dream the endless x reader #good omens

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bellarkeselection · 11 months

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1923 Spencer dutton

Before going to the war Spencer and you have a one night stand five months later you show up at the duttons crying because the towns people run you out of town you write a letter to Spencer and tell him your pregnant and he doesn't have to marry you because it was just a one night stand it meant nothing but you actually love Spencer unknown to you he feels the same

A lifetime of Lovin' You

Spencer Dutton and I weren't in a serious relationship when we finally kissed. No we were the opposite of the typical people in our lives. Especially five months ago before he went off to fight in the on going war. Spencer pressed my back against the soft bed mattress never breaking the heated kiss. He placed his hands on either side of me hearing me moan breaking the kiss. "If I die in the war this wouldn't be a bad last memory to have. What made you think of doing something like this?"

When he had asked me that question I wasn't really in my right state of mind. He was obviously attractive that was clear but that wasn't why I was attracted to him. Running my hands over his bare chest I leaned up wrapping my arms around his neck flipping him on his back with my hair falling in front of both our faces. "If I told you I don't think you'd feel the same way. So let's just say this is a one night stand thing cowboy."

He moved one hand up brushing my hair back running his fingers through my locks. I moaned when he tugged on it lightly where I tugged him closer rocking my hips against his hearing him moan too. Spencer rolled us over slowly kissing me at the same time when he enters me making love to me where I closed my eyes living in that memory everytime I fall asleep especially when I discovered that I was pregnant. Sitting down at a table in my house I sighed reading the letter address to him outloud to myself running my freehand over my almost fully grown stomach. "Dear Spencer, I lied to you when we slept together. I said there wasn't a reason as to why I wanted to be with you. The truth is I'm pregnant with your child and I love you too. I was just afraid that you didn't feel the same way. You don't have to come home after the war if you are alive. I don't want to pin you down to something if you don't feel the same way. I just thought you should know, your friend Y/n."

I sent the letter a few months ago with the one his aunt Cara would send. Now I was just sitting on his family's front porch listening to the rain hit while she was getting ready for bed. Resting my hands on my stomach I was due in about two months from when I wrote the letter. Yet there hasn't been any response which didn't surprise me. I never expected him to fail for someone like me. Foosteps came outside the front door where I noticed it was Jacob. He removed his hat sitting down beside me on the swing. "I'm sorry about the town kicking you out for being pregnant before you were married."

"I didn't expect my parents to just throw me out the way that they did. The titles of high society and the low common rancher shouldn't matter if you truly love someone!" I spat towards the man who had given me a room in his house without hesitation. My family had quite more money than the Duttons and had expected to marry me off but I had been a lifelong friend of Spencer so I couldn't just burry my feelings away.

Jacob stared at me silently reaching across placing his hand over mine on my belly. "You will always have a home here, Y/n. Here it don't matter where you came from the Yellowstone takes care of your own when you take care of the land. That baby inside you is half Dutton so you will always belong here."

Shutting my eyes I leaned my head back just taking in the quiet sounds of the ranch slightly happy that I was going to raise a baby here. Jacob's hand moved from mine causing me to lean up and see that there was a horse and buggy coming our direction in the middle of the night which was rather strange. "Who on earth could that be in the middle of the night?" I asked myself walking across the porch leaning against one of the stone pillars not being able to tell who was walking towards us in the middle of the night.

Jacob quickly opened the front door calling to his wife Cara who handed him a shotgun where he came to stand directly at my side shouting out into the darkness. "Put your hands up, trustpasser and identify yourself before I blow your head off."

"Don't shoot its me!" The figure shouted coming closer to the edge of the stairs seeing that they had their hands raised but I still couldn’t make out who exactly it was. “Y/n, it’s me. It’s Spencer.”

His name slips past my lips where I started rushing down the stairs until I about fell so Jacob looped his arm through mine helping me down the rest of the way down. “Spencer?”

“Y/n, I got your letter. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. But you should know that I feel the same way about you.” He blurted out when my eyes adjusted to the darkness locking onto his soft eyes that hadn’t left mine the entire time.

Blinking my eyes a couple times I slowly stepped towards him not believing what he was saying was actually true. I never imagined that he would fall for someone who was raised to be a lady of high society and he was raised to be a cowboy on a long generational ranch. “Are you being serious, Spencer. I don’t want you to have come all this way because I am pregnant. I can raise the baby on my own so that you don’t have to be tied down to something.”

“I’m being completely serious. I don’t know why you would think that I wouldn’t want to be with the girl who may be a proper lady but will run around like a crazy cowgirl and get dirty all the same. You will always do whatever is best for others like telling me that I didn’t have to come back here, but I do. Because I love you. I love you more than - fuck it.” He cut himself short stomping cupping my face in his hands crashing his lips onto mine.

There was light rain going on when I came down the stairs but now you could feel it pick up heavy but I didn’t care to go inside. Wrapping my arms around his neck I moaned into the kiss realizing how much I truly missed him. “Spencer…I love you too.” I rasped out breaking the kiss trying to catch my breath with our chest’s heaving up and down.

“You two better your asses inside if you don’t wish to catch a cold.” The front door,opened but we didn’t pay much mins to what his aunt Cara was saying to us.

Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me up against his chest as close as he possibly could. His eyes were so full of love when they focused on me where I leaned up on my toes wanting to jump up and wrap my legs around him but my pregnant belly wouldn’t allow me. Lifting my head up we were soaked from head to toe now but I ran a hand through his hair too focused on the cowboy in front of me. “She will come outside and kick both our sass if we don’t come inside you know that right.” I giggled sending him a bright smile.

“Oh don’t worry darlin’. I ain’t leaving your side for a second when we go inside that house.” He nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck whispering in my ear. “In fact I’m gonna let you know that we probably aren’t gonna leave the bedroom until the baby is born. Because I’ve got a lot of time to make up on and too many sleepless nights of not lovin’ on you.”

“Spencer!” He scoped me up bridal style where I wrapped my arms around his neck squealing with him rushing up the stairs kicking open the bedroom door dropping me down on the bed hovering above me where I crashed my lips onto his hungrily.

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hogwartslegacypics · 7 months

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Ominis Gaunt’s Wand

My personal headcanon: hawthorn wood, phoenix feather core, 11-12 inches, slightly unyielding OR yielding

Starting with the wood, I think his wand is made from Hawthorn wood. I’m not 100% confident in this though because there are some other woods I think also fit him, and the color of his wand doesn’t really help narrow it down much. If not Hawthorn, I think it could be Black Walnut or Ebony. I was also considering Acacia, Ash, Elm, Fir, Hornbeam, Poplar, and Yew at one point.

“The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While I disagree with many of Gregorovitch’s conclusions, we concur about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.” – Mr. Ollivander

I feel like this fits for Ominis because he is not what you’d expect (“a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth”). A Gaunt born in a house of dark magic who hates dark magic, and who isn’t about their pure-blooded nonsense either (can’t remember if this is confirmed or just a headcanon). It even fits for him being a Slytherin too, not to say that all Slytherins like dark magic and blood status, but yanno what I mean. It’s also the same wood of Draco Malfoy’s wand and it makes me wonder if it was intentional of the developers to give Ominis the same wood as another wealthy blond pure-blood sacred 28 Slytherin boy pressured into the dark arts by his family who’s almost an opposite (or a “contradiction”) of Ominis personality wise, while both having the “contradictory wand.” Also, the “passing through a period of turmoil” fits too.

Now I’m going to give some brief quotes from the descriptions of the other woods that I think fit for Ominis.

Black walnut: “seeks a master of good instincts and powerful insight,” “it is abnormally attuned to inner conflict,” “Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all.”

Ebony: “Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves,” “non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider,” “the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.”

Side note: I wrote this wand wood section with his black wand in mind. Still not sure which one is officially his (which is why you’ll see three diff wands in this post) but Hawthorn fits personality wise regardless. So many possible wood options because I don’t even know if it’s brown or black. Seb’s was easier to choose because there were much less options.

Moving onto the core, I think Ominis has a phoenix feather core due to his wand’s loyalty and just how unique the wand itself is. I know unicorn hair cores are loyal too, but I feel like the pickiness of the phoenix feather core in combination with how special/unique his wand is makes it extra loyal (if that makes sense), like it has no chance of ever changing allegiance. It’s very personalized to him (the wand chooses the wizard, and his takes that to the extreme, it’s almost like it was made for him), and I think it would refuse to operate for anyone else. It just all seems very phoenix feather core-ish to me.

It is possible he could have a unicorn hair core, but I think it’s safe to completely rule out a dragon heartstring core. They are the least loyal wands, and due to everything I just explained, I can’t see his wand ever performing well for anyone else.

Phoenix feather cores are also known to “show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord,” which seems very accurate considering his wand literally navigates him. According to Sebastian, it’s “almost sentient.”

Lastly, they’re capable of the greatest range of magic, which I think goes along with it having the ability to navigate Ominis. Might not be outwardly great, but it certainly is to Ominis, and it’s definitely not something you see every wand do, hence the “range.”

Next up is the length! According to Ollivander, “longer wands tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.” Longer wands also work well with taller witches and wizards and are best suited to bold personalities. I head canon Sebastian as having a long wand for that reason, but that doesn’t really fit for Ominis. He keeps more to himself and is more introverted, but he certainty has moments where he’s not afraid to speak up and really get in your face about things he’s passionate about (like confronting MC, a new student he barely knew, about the Undercroft, and never hesitating to call Sebastian out on his dark arts bullshit). I think his wand would probably be about 11-12 inches.

Lastly, we have wand flexibility. Wand flexibility denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair. Ominis is pretty stubborn but I don’t think he’s too stubborn. He does stick to his beliefs, and I think it would be impossible to get him to change them/the way he thinks, but at the same time MC never had too much difficulty convincing him to do things that he was against doing (the scriptorium, keeping the relic). I think his wand is somewhere in the mid to unbending scale, possibility “slightly yielding.”

Slightly yielding: Wand owners with slightly yielding wands are often very kind and compassionate, but they may have some reluctance in trusting others since they possess a strong sense of skepticism. It usually takes a lot of strong arguing before the owner of this wand will believe claims that don’t make any sense to them.

Now that I’m reading more flexibilities, I actually think it could be “unyielding” because the definition fits so well. Ollivander does say it’s about “degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair.” THE PAIR. I feel like his wand being extremely loyal/personalized to him could make it an unyielding wand, especially because Ominis is pretty stubborn himself. Please comment which you think it could be because I can only make one poll a post unfortunately.

Unyielding: A wand of this flexibility finely tunes itself to its original owner’s preferences and doesn’t stray from those preferences, even in the hands of a new owner; the new owner will just have to get used to it. It is particularly good for combative and healing magic. Unyielding wand owners tend to be very confident in themselves and/or in the things they believe in. They tend to be intelligent, somewhat cynical, and usually have well-defined principles that they will not stray from ever. Sometimes, this combination can lead to arrogance because of them insisting on how right they are without considering other points of view or whether or not they might be wrong.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

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Strange One – Takeshi (PSF #8)

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Genre: Fluff, comedy

Prompt: Rainy Day (@flufftober)

Word Count: 3,099

Pairing: Reader x Takeshi

World: High&Low

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You scratched your cheek as you stared at the paper in your hand, trying to decipher the map that Tettsu had drawn you. Honestly, you were pretty sure a toddler could have done better. He even used crayon to draw it, claiming he couldn’t find a pen.

You were already late to the meeting but it wasn’t your fault. No one could have deciphered the damn thing. Shaking your head, you tugged your phone out of your pocket to call up Dan and get proper directions.

“Shit,” you cursed, seeing the low battery warning flash across the screen. You tried to send a quick SOS text to him instead but the phone shut off before you could send it. “Could this week get any worse?”

It had been a rough one for sure. Your dad hadn’t been able to pay the bills so you were kicked out of the house, forcing you both to return to the Sword area to stay with your cousin, Tettsu, and his family. It had been a long time since you were back here so nothing felt familiar. The five gangs hadn’t existed back then, either.

The day you arrived, some thugs tried to mug your dad so you ended up getting into a fight and, though you did kick their asses, you got a knife wound for your trouble. Not only that, but your dad was struggling to find a new job after having been laid off. You couldn’t find one, either.

On the fourth day of being back, you nearly got run over by a car and then your dad fell down the stairs because he was drunk, breaking his arm in three places and spraining his ankle. You were beginning to think this damned place was cursed though, thinking about it, your life wasn’t much better back home either.

Thunder rumbled overhead, dark clouds filling the night sky.

“Motherfu -“

With another clap of thunder, the sky opened up, sheets of freezing rain falling on you. You took off down the street, looking for some place you could duck under to escape the rain. You spied an open door up ahead and rushed inside without a second thought, running your hand through your hair before tugging off your hoodie. It had absorbed most of the rain, though your shirt was damp.

You loved the rain. To you, it was peaceful and relaxing, but you didn’t enjoy being caught in the rain. You hated the feeling of wearing wet clothes, the weight of them pushing down on you and rubbing against your skin.

You glanced around the dark room. It appeared to be a small apartment, though it was run down and messy. A torn, dirty couch sat on one side with a small table on the opposite side. Directly to the right of the door was a small kitchen sitting in the corner, though it hardly looked functioning. The back wall was caved in, making it impossible to go farther.

A small round candle sat on the counter, half used up with a lighter sitting beside it. You glanced around for any sign of life and saw none, so you chose to light the candle. The room looked even worse with the candle illuminating it and you were fairly certain that it was not safe to be in.

Rain pounded against the side of the building with a metallic twang and the building shook when the thunder roared overhead.

You sighed, falling onto the couch only to wince as a spring jabbed into my ass. I shifted off it, wrinkling my nose at the layer of dust covering the orange sofa. Setting the candle on the makeshift coffee table, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, imagining all the ways you were gonna kill Tettsu when you got back home.

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“Oi, wake up!” A hand roughly shook your shoulder, knocking you from sleep.

“Fuck off, Tettsu,” you muttered tiredly. “Was having a great dream.

When you tried to roll over and go back to sleep, the hand shook your shoulder again.

“I said fu -” You turned to glare at your cousin, but it wasn’t him that was standing over you. You blinked a few times, glancing around the room. This was definitely not your bedroom. “The hell are you?”

He folded his arms over his chest, brown eyes narrowed at you. “That’s my question.”

“I asked first.”

“Hah?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Are you five?”

“No, I just live with one. Tends to rub off on you.” You sat up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. Your back was killing you and your neck felt stiff. “Where am I?”

“Nameless Street.”

“Who the hell names something Nameless? That’s dumb.”

“Who are you?” He demanded, eyes scanning you for anything that could identify you or who you were with. “You don’t belong here.”

“No shit, sherlock.” You scoffed, pulling yourself to your feet as you eyed the guy in front of you. He was pretty damn cute, you couldn’t lie. “You can untwist your panties, I’m leaving.”

He stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me who you are.”

You scoffed, flexing your hand. “Look, man, I’m sore, tired, and had a really shitty week. Get out of my way before I make you.”

The corner of his lips twitched up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You can try, but you won’t get very far.”

You acted as if you were trying to step past him before throwing your fist at his face. He dodged, grabbing your wrist before kicking your foot back to make you lose your balance. You stumbled but stayed upright, dodging his foot when he tried to kick you in the ribs. The floor was covered in dust so both of you kept sliding across it as you exchanged blows.

You tried to use this to your advantage, throwing your weight against him. It worked, his back hitting the floor with a grunt. You rushed for the door but he grabbed your ankle, a cry leaving your lips as you fell forward, just barely able to place your fall with your arms.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, attempting to kick him in the balls but he dodged, pinning your legs beneath one knee, the other over your right arm, pinning it to the ground. You tried to punch him with your free hand but he grabbed it, pinning it beside your head as he hovered above you. Both of you were breathing heavily, glaring at each other.

“I’ve reconsidered,” you huffed, his grip like iron on your wrist. “I’ll tell you who I am if you get your fat ass off me.”

He scoffed. “This isn’t a negotiation.”

“I’m not a terrorist, man.”

“Huh?” His brow furrowed in confusion.

“You’re not supposed to negotiate with terrorists, but I’m not a terrorist,” you grinned. “So negotiate with me.”

“You’re really strange.”

“Thanks. It’s my best quality.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I took it as one.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as if to rid himself of anything distracting him from his task. “Who do you work for?”

“No one. Actually, I’m looking for a job so if you know someone who’s hiring, can you -“

He pressed his knee harder against your arm, looking annoyed. “Stop playing games.”

“Ow, ow, ow! Okay, fucking hell!” You tried to pull your arm free but he was like an immovable object on top of you. It was then that you remembered the knife in your pocket. It would be hard to grab it but it was your only option. “I’ll tell you everything, just… get off me, please. You’re really hurting me, man.”

His eyes softened a bit, his bottom lip between his teeth as he considered the request. “Will you behave?”

“Scout’s honor.”

He didn’t look entirely convinced, but he slowly removed his weight, standing up and extending his hand out to you. In the blink of an eye, you pulled out the blade and tried to stab his hand. He managed to pull back but the blade sliced across his palm, making him hiss in pain.

“I was never a scout, fuckface,” you scowled at him before taking off out of the house. It was late morning by this point, rain still falling from the cloud covered sky.

“Get back here!” His feet pounded the ground as he ran after you and you could hear feet running along the pipes above you.

You cursed, turning abruptly in an attempt to lose them. They continued to chase you, gaining on you, but they stopped abruptly when you darted through the gate of Nameless City, heading toward Sannoh. You glanced over your shoulder to see the brunette glaring at you, clutching his hand. A bunch of guys appeared around him, a redhead at his side.

You had no idea why they stopped pursuing you, but you took it as a win, grinning at him and flicking him off. He scowled, moving forward as if he were going to resume the chase and you took off, running until your legs turned to jelly.

You fell back against a building, sliding down to the ground with a groan. “I hate you so much, Tettsu.”

“I love you, too, cousin.”

Your head snapped up, seeing Tettsu and Chiharu standing in front of you, one grinning while the other looked concerned. You were filled with a sudden burst of energy as you jumped up, kicking him hard in the gut.

“Motherfucker, do you have any idea what I went through because of you, huh? You and your stupid dreams of being an artist!”

He scowled, dodging a second kick. “My dreams aren’t stupid! It’s not my fault you’re too dumb to read a map!”

“Hah?! No one could make sense of that shit! Come ‘ere and let me murder you!”

“No way in hell!”

Chiharu sighed as he watched you chasing your cousin, the two of you exchanging insults as you tried to injure him. Unfortunately for you, dodging was Tettsu’s special skill. He did feel a bit concerned about this, though, so he headed down the block to get Cobra. So far, the blonde was the only one capable of breaking the two or you up once you got started.

When Cobra finally arrived on the scene, you were sitting on your cousin’s back, securing him in a headlock as the two of you exchanged insults. The blonde sighed, smacking you lightly on the back of the head.

“Release him.”

“But -“

“Now.”

You scowled, squeezing him tighter before finally releasing your grip on him. You scooted back, sitting on the damp ground.

“You tried to kill me!” accused Tettsu, pointing his finger at you.

“You deserved it.”

Cobra folded his arms over his chest. “Tell me what happened.”

“This idiot -“

“You’re an idiot, idiot!”

“- wanted me to help him set up the DTC hideout so, like the kind soul I am -“

“Kind, my ass!”

“Shut your face, no one is talking to you!”

“Why don’t you make me?”

“Enough.” Cobra’s eyes narrowed with warning at the two of you and you both huffed in annoyance. “Continue.”

“Like I was saying, I went there out of the kindness of my heart to help, but this idiot -“

Tettsu’s lips parted but Cobra sent him a warning look and he closed them again, pouting.

“- gave me a shittily drawn map so I got lost. Then it started pouring so I dipped into the first building I saw. Ended up falling asleep because I was bored and my phone was dead. I was woken up this morning by some rude guy demanding to know who I was. I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me so, of course, I beat his ass.”

Tettsu scoffed. “Doubtful.”

“I beat yours, didn’t I?”

“You cheated!”

“All’s fair in love and war, bitch.”

Cobra’s brow furrowed, a feeling of dread settling in his gut. “Do you know who it was?”

“I never got his name,” you shrugged. “Oh, but I did slice his hand open in order to get away.”

“Do you know where you ended up?”

“Uh…” you scratched your cheek in thought before snapping your fingers. “Ah! He said Nameless Street which is a really dumb fucking name.”

Both men looked at you with wide eyes, their bodies tense.

“Y-You…” Tettsu stuttered. “You’re an actual dumbass!”

“Hah?! You wanna die?”

Cobra closed the distance, kneeling in front of you and taking you roughly by the shoulders. You were taken aback by the intensity in his eyes. “Are you sure he said Nameless Street?”

“Yes?”

“And what did he look like?”

“Uh… brown hair, brown eyes, green clothes.”

“Shit.”

“What?” You frowned, looking between the two of them as they exchanged a look.

Tettsu shook his head. “Good job, cousin. You’ve barely been here a week and you’ve already potentially started a war between two Sword groups.”

“Eh?” You blinked dumbly.

“That guy was Takeshi. He’s the leader of the Rude Boys.”

You swallowed hard, heart dropping to your stomach. “Well, fuck me, I guess.”

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“Do I have to do this?” You complained with a scowl, following Cobra toward Nameless City.

“Yes.”

“He’s going to kill me as soon as he sees me, you know that, right? You’re gonna be complacent in my murder.”

He sent you an exasperated look. “Takeshi is a reasonable guy who puts the Rude Boys first. He doesn’t want a war anymore than we do.”

“Oh yeah, so reasonable when he fought me and pinned me to the floor.”

“You threw the first punch.”

“You can’t prove that, Cobra.”

“You told me,” he sent you a deadpan look and you huffed.

The second the two of you entered Nameless City, you could feel eyes watching you though you saw no one around. You heard feet pounding on the pipes overhead yet no one was there when you glanced up.

A man jumped off the roof, landing in front of you. It was the redhead. “Cobra,” he greeted cautiously.

“P,” Cobra returned the greeting and you snorted at his name, earning a look from both males.

Recognition flashed through P’s eyes as he stepped closer. “You -“

Cobra stepped in front of you protectively. “We’re here to apologize to Takeshi.”

He considered this for a moment before nodding, sending you one last look before turning and leading the two of you farther into the city. He led you through a tall building, pulling back a plastic sheet to reveal a room resembling a living room. Takeshi was sitting on the couch looking exhausted.

Cobra stopped you in the doorway as P approached the brunette. “Please behave.”

“I always behave.”

He stared blankly at you and you frowned.

“Fine, I’ll behave.”

“No smart remarks. Just apologize for attacking him.”

“Fine.”

“This is important,” he stressed, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I know,” you replied softly, catching Takeshi’s gaze when he glanced over at you.

Cobra led you farther into the room, greeting the younger male. “Takeshi.”

“Cobra,” he greeted back, but his eyes remained on you.

You glanced at his hand, the bandage dirty and caked with dried blood. When he noticed you staring at it, he folded his arms over his chest, hiding his hand from view.

“What can I do for you?”

Cobra nudged you in the ribs.

You cleared your throat, taking a step forward. “I… came to apologize.” You had to hold back your wince as the words dug into your pride. “I shouldn’t have attacked you.”

“What were you doing here?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been during your last meeting and you took note of how tired he sounded.

“I, uh…” you rubbed the back of your neck. “I got lost because my cousin sucks at giving directions. Then it started to rain so I ran to the first place I could find.”

He hummed thoughtfully, watching you closely. It felt invasive and it made you uncomfortable.

“Staring is rude- ow!”

Cobra smacked you upside the head, giving you a stern look.

“I was just stating a fact, chill the hell out,” you scowled, rubbing the spot he had hit.

The corner of Takeshi’s lips slid up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Did you not know where you were?”

“No. I’ve only been here a week, man, I don’t even know who you are.”

“A week?” He repeated in surprise, glancing at Cobra. “You don’t know about Sword?”

“It was explained in detail,” commented Cobra, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Clearly it went in one ear and out the other.”

“That’s not entirely true, I heard some of it,” you defended, snapping your fingers as you tried to recall the D gang. “Darna? Darulo? Dante? Da… Da something.”

The three men stared at you blankly.

“What? I’m trying, okay.”

“Daruma,” corrected Cobra.

“Oi, I was close! I should get points for that.”

Takeshi laughed, the sound like music to your ears. “You really are a strange one.”

“I know that’s not a compliment,” you scowled. To your surprise, though, he smiled.

“It is, actually.”

“Eh?”

“I’ll forgive you this time since you’re one of Cobra’s people, but don’t let it happen again. We don’t like outsiders in Nameless City.”

“Yeah… yeah, I understand.”

“Thank you,” Cobra nodded to him, patting your shoulder before turning and heading for the door where P was waiting.

You hesitated, though, a frown on your lips.

Takeshi cooked his head to the side. “Is there something else?”

“I’m sorry… about your hand.”

“It’ll heal.”

Swallowing your pride, you slowly approached him. “Give me your hand.”

He quirked a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t be a pain, just do it.”

He chuckled, holding out his uninjured hand. You set a ziplock bag in his hand, bandages and antibiotic ointment inside. He looked at you in surprise, lips parting.

“This should help,” you cut him off, bowing your head before rushing over to Cobra who was smiling at you proudly.

“Oi, strange one.”

You turned, barely reacting fast enough to catch the black mass he had tossed at you. It was the hoodie you had left behind, the cloth now dry. You caught his eye, a flutter in your stomach when he smiled at you.

You quickly turned your back to him, trying to hide your red face but Cobra saw it, a soft chuckle escaping him as he followed you from the building.

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triangular-eye · 4 months

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moods of the moon orbiting through the zodiacs ♏️🌚🌊

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

「 hiii:> this is more of a little throwaway hehe post rather than objective like i usually like to put out, but i’ve been in a bit of a creative block and moon in the different zodiacs is some of what i have been pondering on…｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡」

「 this is my observation of what my general state is like throughout the different moon signs, i am a cancer sun, scorpio moon 2nd house. it would be interesting to see if other water moons relate to my experiences, or to hear some opposing opinions, which i seem to encounter from fire moons XD 」

- aries: feelings of strange, uneasy, slightly depressed, anger and uncertainty

it’s as if i was struggling to BE in my masculine energy, i would be embodying it, yet uncomfortable with how to proceed.

- taurus: i feel blessed, stable, calm & collected

i felt like i was simply set. the way i am needed to be. i have everything i could ever ask for energetically. i might have felt best during this moon since my scorpio moon is lacking exactly that, the taurus’ influence of enjoying the simplicity, i feel emotionally whole when the taurus moon comes by…

- gemini: numb, heavy anxiety, panic attacks, certainty about life yet uncertainty about self

gemini moon is a time of heavy uncertainty in myself, it feels similar to aquarius and the uranus influence but more in your face, aquarius is more of a creeping in the background type of uneasiness, gemini feels like a sudden jumpscare, and when quiet, preparing for another jumpscare.

- cancer: crying, feeling homely, feeling a lot of love for everyone (faint ‘mdma effect’)

crying with enjoyment for crying, pouring from the heart, feeling whole and complete when balancing the mother (cancer home of moon) alongside the father (capricorn - opposite side of axis), or balancing between your house feeling like a home and your career. i might’ve had an easier time with the cancer moon since i’m a water moon, i’d imagine air placements having a tough time here..

- leo: confidence, being put together, clear mind

leo moon is THAT BITCH ERAAAA!!! am i the only one? literally no notes just feeling like that bitch at all times😭🤣 my leo stellium is showing here sorry x

- virgo: organising your life, organising your mind, being on top of things

virgo is a time of organising EVERYTHING! the house, the corners of each cupboard, every drawer, my mind, my subconscious, my feelings etc etc

- libra: crying, releasing attachments in relationships, unsettled anger

libra moon is always a shitshow for me yall🤭, problems about every romantic person i’ve ever dealt with start to arise out of nowhere naaaahh😭😭

- scorpio:unsettled grief, breakdowns, feeling ‘far away’, physical pains that were previously not dealt with, realising how far you’ve come

scorpio is SO… attention seeking. like hell? do you acknowledge my influence? not enough… oh okay… so remember that family member that died ages ago? remember your childhood pets? do you realise how deeply unlovable you are due to all of your life falling apart? not crying enough… ok so, here’s a breakdown ..xx

- sag: sex drive focus, heavy astrology interest, a lot of time on social media, educating yourself

sag is a bit like an air sign in a way it affects me? sag moon is that one fun teacher in middleschool that lets you eat your crisps while writing your classwork essay.

- cap: lazyyy, emotionally flat, avoidant, isolated

captaincorn🧢🌽 is so strict and authoritative but also you genuinely do feel the dopamine reward after actually doing things so… you get what you get i guess…

- aqua: productive, slightly less isolated, emotionally aware however still feeling ‘distant’ from my emotions, wishy washy

aquarius is like the white foam of the sea… wish wash wish wash wish wash bhhshshhsprprp

- pisces: aware of everything + subconscious, stable yet flexible

the focus is on the awareness, awareness of said awareness, where am i looking and how am i looking at it? do i truly feel everything or is there more i have been refusing to view?

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the-anxious-stargazer · 2 years

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You Are Loved || Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Earth-838!Fem!Reader

Summary: As America Chavez gives Wanda what she wanted, not only does she get to see the fear in her children's eyes but also the love of her life who she thought didn't exist in this universe. Reader is the one to calm her down and realize without a word from her Wanda that this Wanda is from another universe.

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Doctor Strange 2 SPOILERS! angsty and still undecided if this is a happy ending or not :D

Translations:

милый - Dear

любовь моя - My love

[Masterlist]

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After a flash, there was a loud thud and a few screams inside the house. It came from Billy and Tommy. She's never heard them so fearful that the gut feeling she felt never felt so bad Y/N's first reaction was to run inside and protect the people she loves the most: her family. As she barges in the front door, her instinct is to grab the baseball bat near the coat rack and rush to the living room where a woman in red had stood in the middle of it. She couldn't care any less about who she was right now, the two boys that she loved and would die for were terrified of her presence. Y/N's wife had been lying on the ground by the dining table and in pain. She was relieved that she was still breathing, but someone had hurt her. The house was a mess with various items scattered around that even the couch had been moved to the side. She raises the bat and was in awe when she saw the huge hole behind the woman that was shaped like a star. A kid in a denim jacket stood near that hole and watched what was about to happen. The hole had a weird ruined temple background and she reckon that this was some kind of portal. One thought is for sure running in her head and that was what the fuck was going on here?

"Get away from our boys," Y/N warns the woman.

The woman in red moved her gaze to the sound of her voice after a few seconds of staring into space and there did she realize what was happening and who she was. It was another Wanda and she looked ten times different from how she knew her. Her hair was red, dark circles under her eyes, fingertips blackened, her familiar green eyes seemed almost exhausted, and the way she stared down at her tells the many emotions she felt as she looked at Y/N.

Like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"любовь моя... (my love)" Wanda whimpers.

Y/N stood on the opposite side wearing a business suit and almost the same features she has in her universe. She had just gotten home from overtime and the last thing she would expect at home was this. As the twins ran behind her and used her body as a shield, she then carefully looks into the mind of the Wanda before her with ease and learns the memories she bears are all different from the Wanda she knows. The worst of them all was the loss of their twins and also her death in the universe she had hailed from. She had died protecting her and Vision from Thanos on his conquest to gather the Infinity Stones.

This one had been through so many tragedies that watching them made her lower her weapon and lessen her guard.

Wanda felt Y/N look into her memories and slowly she kneeled to the ground and completely loses her composure at the fear of the twins. They have seen where she has come to and it terrifies them. The path she had chosen had caused her to be the one inflicting pain not only to others but to other universes, specifically theirs. To her boys. This had also made her take the path to create chaos as the Scarlet Witch, not like the Wanda who she had been married. Even from the protest of her kids, she stepped forward to the woman with nothing but empathy warming up her chest. The weapon that she had carried had slipped out of her grip as she walk closer and landed with a thump. Each step sounded heavier for Wanda to listen to. Behind her, her beloved wife had sat up and brought the boys close to her and let them know it was okay and that their momma's got it. America curiously continues to watch and hoped that her plan works after Stephen tells her to not close the portal yet.

When Y/N kneels to match Wanda's height, her eyes soften at her broken state. Never had she thought to see the love of her life be this lost. She could never bear that idea. Just knowing another version of her wife in so much pain who is right in front of her breaks her heart.

"Your universe has been too cruel to you, hasn't it?" She asks to which she tenderly places her hand on her right cheek. The redhead's eyes carefully open from her words and troubled green eyes stare at hers.

"How did you do that?" Wanda referred to her telepathy and her lips curved.

"My Wanda sacrificed a piece of herself to save me. I never wondered how I was able to get them, but all I know is I can feel and read all your pain." Y/N consoled.

Wanda's lips tremble at how the woman she had loved not only exists here as well but is almost the same as the one she had known. The empathy she emits is what never left her and even after letting her see what she has done just to be able to reach this point, Y/N still looks at her with delicate eyes.

The ones that had loved her the most.

"You don't have to do this, Wanda." Her voice was calm and collected.

"Know that not only they are loved, but so are you. Wherever universe you are from, know that you are always a part of me and that you are loved." Y/N lets her know with a soft smile before leaning in to put their foreheads against each other. A sob escapes her lips as they stay like this for a while.

She then feels a hand rest on her shoulder and recognizes this touch. It was her Wanda. She slowly pulls away from Wanda's temple to stand up, placing her hand on top of the brunette's with a gentle squeeze. Both of them back away as Wanda stare at the pair before the twins walk up to their side and clutch onto their parents' clothes. The Wanda of this universe shares a knowing look at her other self and telepathically consoles in her grief. She had dreamt about her life a few times and she understands the lengths she tried to be with Billy and Tommy again. Y/N then spares a glance towards the kid wearing denim and sends a nod. With the gesture did she close the hole and the Wanda who kneels disappears with her. Knowing that they were safe, the twins squeezed their sides and call out for them. She never knew she had been holding her breath for too long when she took a deep breath as she hugged Tommy.

"Momma's here. You're okay." Y/N comforts the boy while crouching down to hug him.

The couple then spends their time calming their kids before tucking them into their beds. Billy was a little harder to deal knowing his anxiety about what happened earlier, but with Wanda's capabilities, he calms down and falls asleep. She was always better at defusing the situation than her. They then went downstairs to try and fix the mess a bit. After tidying up the living room together with the help of the brunette's abilities, Y/N slumped down on their couch to join Wanda who was in deep of her thoughts, and let out a sigh. What had happened earlier still makes her wonder about her thoughts while facing the other Wanda. With the loudness of her wife's mind, this had pulled her wife back to where she was and caresses her cheek to grab her attention,

"What is it, любовь моя (my love)?" She consults with care and the pet name makes her smile.

Wanda stares at her sweetly as she leans closer to her touch and went to kiss her palm when she cupped her cheek. The green eyes that look at her now show nothing but adoration.

They were too beautiful.

"What happened earlier, that Wanda, her pain is unimaginable that it hurts me to think if that could ever happen to you. That you would have gone through that if the Illuminati didn't kill Thanos." Y/N tells with a bothered look, but Wanda only shakes her head with teary eyes.

She couldn't bear the thought of losing her too.

"Yet it didn't. You're alive, we share a home together like how we have always dreamed of, and are raising two beautiful children that love the ever-living of us. Nothing can hurt me or you or our boys." The Sokovian reassures her.

The tenderness of Wanda's energy made her feel at ease. Moments like these are something she craves after a long day at work and she never fails to offer them every time. While relishing in her love, Y/N then examines the bruised part of her forehead that had been caused by the Wanda who had taken over her earlier and the brunette was well aware of what she was about to ask. There was no point reading her thoughts when she's known her for so long. Wanda had told her what had happened earlier and how she had murdered the Illuminati so casually. Just the image of her going that far bothered her while she was telling the story.

"It doesn't hurt at all, I'm okay." Wanda beats her to it and it made her scoff in amusement.

"Always a step ahead of me." Y/N teases which her wife giggles at with a crinkled nose and pecks her lips, "Always, милый, (dear)"

They stayed like that for a bit and just enjoyed each other's presence. Wanda always love their alone time and it had been hard to get them later with her wife's work almost eating her alive and her being preoccupied with taking care of the twins. Though even with her busy schedule, she would be willing to throw everything away just to have moments like this. And Y/N never regrets any of them. She wants to make the best out of her life now after the events earlier.

Make Wanda happy.

"Let's go to sleep, Wan. We'll just finish up tomorrow."

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda oneshot #wanda x you #multiverse of madness #marvel #mcu #mcu fanfiction

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whump-tr0pes · 5 months

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Breakfast, Part 2

Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for being so generous in letting me put their boy Morja in Situations, and many apologies to them as well for holding onto this story for so many months while waiting for me to finish it.

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Morja is a diathésimos, one of a class of indentured servants owned by society’s elite - though some would call them slaves. He has been tasked with a mission of critical importance by his anóteros: to infiltrate a dangerous family that has taken refuge in the north, and kill the criminal that they are harboring: Gavin Stormbeck.

“It is your part to kill me, mine to die without flinching.”

— Epictetus, from Discourses (Translated by Robert Dobbin)

Contents: captivity, conditioned whumpee, Breakfast, past drugging, past offscreen deaths of children, fear of noncon

The dining room was so quiet, Morja could hear everyone breathing. His hands shook in fists in his lap, and he stared at his plate, heaped high with scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. He had only taken a few scraps from the kitchen before Gray had gently removed the plate from his hands and piled more food on. His face burned with shame at the prospect of eating so much food, and while seated at the table, surrounded by the people he knew to be traitors to his anóteros.

Gray sat at the head of the table, on one side of Morja. Vera sat on his other side. Isaac Moore and Gavin Stormbeck sat at the opposite end of the table, but Morja made no mistake; he knew that Vera Novak was as deadly a fighter as Isaac, and he also knew she was armed. Not with a gun, but with a knife, slipped into the sleeve of her shirt. He’d seen it while she took a scoop of eggs in the kitchen. He didn’t know the meaning of Gray letting him out of his room, but he understood the meaning of Vera sitting next to him: make one wrong move, step out of line, and his life would be forfeit.

In some small, strange way, it was comforting. It was the life he knew.

His muscles were so tightly wound that he flinched when Gray raised their hand. “Dig in, everyone, while it’s still hot,” they said brightly. Morja flushed with shame at the flinch and couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting to Gavin Stormbeck at the end of the table. The Stormbeck heir looked away from him with an unreadable expression. Morja swallowed hard and began to eat.

The food couldn’t be drugged or poisoned this time. He had seen the family take from the same dishes he had. His hand trembled only minutely as he took up his fork and scooped up a small bite of eggs. It was just as delicious as every other morning.

They’ve been preparing the same food for me as they’ve been eating. The same quality.

The thought made Morja dizzy.

“Good?” came a soft voice Morja didn’t recognize.

His head snapped up and he met the gaze of Sam Vasterling. They were seated across from him, curls wild about their head, eyes soft and dark with… something Morja didn’t recognize. It was something like worry, he thought. What struck him was how very young they looked. Younger than they looked in all the surveillance photos he had pored over in their dossier.

A traitor, still, he thought, forced himself to think. They’ve committed crimes that make them as dangerous to the North as any of the others. And some day, they may pay the price. I may be the one to make them pay the price.

I’ve been the one to put a child down before, and Sam Vasterling is no child.

His throat was so tight he could not even swallow. The food was trapped in his throat. He shivered, tried again, forced the eggs down.

“Y-yes,” he croaked. “Thank you.”

A thin smile passed over Sam’s face, and that smile was still warmer than any expression Morja had ever seen south of this house. “I did the eggs today,” Sam said. “So I was hoping you’d like them better. I add more cheese.”

A thin finger of fear traced the back of Morja’s neck. Was this just a game, too? A hint? Was the food drugged? He was exhausted, so, so tired of trying to think his way through these puzzles. He let his eyes fall shut as the bone-deep weariness rose up to crush him. He wished, in that moment, to be told of his infraction and what his punishment would be. Then, at least, he would know, and the punishment would have an end.

He forced his eyes back open. He didn’t know what else to do but nod and bow his head. Obediently, he took another bite of food, bacon this time.

As if they could read his mind, Gray cleared their throat and said, “None of us have any plans or intention to harm you, Morja.”

This time, Morja swallowed carefully. A weight tugged at his lungs, crushing them, until his head was spinning. All he could do was nod again.

“Thank you, Gray,” he whispered, through a throat far too tight to speak. At the end of the table, Gavin Stormbeck drew in a deep breath. Morja’s stomach turned, but he took another bite.

“What I do have plans for today,” Gray said–

–Morja’s stomach heaved, and he nearly brought up the breakfast he had eaten so far–

–“is to finish repairs on that back corner of the barn.”

Morja shivered, and his stomach unclenched. Sweat prickled under his shirt.

Isaac nodded tightly. “I can help,” he said, his eyes on his plate.

Vera huffed. “Guess that means I’m on Uriah duty.” She shrugged and arranged some slices of bacon atop a piece of toast.

Morja’s brow furrowed as he looked from Vera to Gray. It made sense for this family’s anóteros to demand a constant guard… but Isaac Moore seemed to be the one fulfilling that task today, not Vera.

Sam cleared their throat, and Morja was startled to discover that they were looking at him as they did. “Not… she means Gavin Uriah.”

Morja blinked, not understanding. Does Gray have a son?

“Me,” Gavin Stormbeck said dully from the end of the table. “She means me.”

Morja’s eyes widened as he glanced at Gavin Stormbeck, then back at his plate. Isaac’s words and rage from the night Morja was captured clicked inside Morja.

“No, Gavin Stormbeck, pl–”

“Don’t call him that.”

Morja’s throat tightened, and he swallowed again. He didn’t have to understand it. He didn’t have to understand how these people thought. His anóteros had told him their way of thinking was sick, twisted, broken.

And yet–

Gray cleared their throat, and Morja flinched. Blood rushed to his face at the shame of it, at the humiliation of such a sound causing such a movement in a body built to be a weapon. He held perfectly still and waited. Waited.

“That sounds fine, Vera,” was all Gray Uriah said.

For a long time, the table was silent, with the only sounds being the clinking of forks against plates. Morja took a bite of his breakfast - his hot and delicious breakfast - and another, and another, until his plate was empty. Slowly, the others at the table began to talk of things he didn’t understand, people he didn’t know, events he had never heard of. There was a lull in the conversation, and he opened his mouth.

“E-excuse me,” he croaked, and everyone fell silent. His hands shook, and he placed them flat on the table.

“Yes, Morja?” Gray said gently, and he could feel their soft gaze on his face.

Morja’s throat worked even as terror shuddered through him. Still, he forced himself to speak. “What is it that… you might want as repayment? For the privilege? Of…” He bowed his head, wishing that he could drop to his knees beside Gray. But Gray had said they didn’t like it when he did that, and he was terrified if he moved, Vera would leap forward with her knife. “In what way can I… repay…?”

He had to be polite. Even in this den of vipers, he had to be polite. Even once they began to hurt him, he knew he had to be polite. He could not be ungrateful for what he had been given so far.

Even if they wanted to repay him by bending him over this table and–

“Well, we usually share the task of doing dishes,” Gray said. Morja was startled to realize he had not breathed since he asked his question, and he slowly drew in a breath. “If you like, you can help us with the dishes.”

“Yes, please,” Morja said, bowing his head even deeper. “I would like to do that… please.” Especially if it spared him from paying them back in… other ways.

He wanted to be useful.

“Well, then,” Gray said as they carefully got up. “Vera, you and Morja and I could go to the kitchen?”

“Sure thing,” Vera said, in a tone that sounded almost flippant. She grabbed her plate and sauntered into the kitchen.

“Morja, if you’ll take your plate and come with me?” Gray said as they followed her in.

Morja obeyed, making his movements as slow and careful as possible without seeming like he was dawdling. He cut a wide berth around the table, keeping his gaze down and away from Isaac Moore. Still, he could feel the other diathésimos’s eyes burning into him, and he knew without having to look that Isaac Moore’s hand was on his weapon.

Once in the kitchen, Gray smiled as they took Morja’s plate. A chill clutched Morja’s chest.

“I’ll wash your plate,” Gray said. “And you can wash Vera’s. And Vera will wash mine.”

Morja nodded and did what he was told. Orders. Orders were good. He took the plate Vera handed him and turned to the sink to wash it. The water was warm, then hot - he wondered if he would ever be given a cold shower here, like with his anóteros. For now, he had just been bathing with the wet rag he had been given each day.

When Vera’s plate was clean, Gray washed Morja’s plate. Morja’s stomach twisted with the wrongness, but… it had been an order. Then Vera washed Gray’s plate. The whole time, her body was turned towards Morja. He knew exactly why, and he understood.

When those dishes were drying in the rack, Gray gave him a smile. “Back to your room, then?” they said. Morja swallowed hard and nodded.

Then he was led back to his room, and the door was locked again. His belly was full. His bruises were healing.

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Chapter One: Highgarden Description: Queen Alicent strikes a match between her cousin, and her son. Believing that The Tyrells were nothing but roses, completely disregarding the Thorns in their sigil. In where, Delancey Tyrell rises and becomes The Mistress of Whispers. masterlist

DELANCEY TYRELL WAS BORN IN THE LONGEST SUMMER. And with her birth, came a bountiful harvest. She was the oldest child. Oftentimes, she scorns having been born as a woman — for now, she couldn't inherit her father's seat in Highgarden.

Instead, her worth could only be measured by the man she was supposed to marry. She was destined to only become as an extension of him. What was a wife, but a mere shadow of her husband?

Cordelia Hightower finishes combing her daughter's delicate hair, watching as she zoomed out from the mirror. She inherited her mother's beauty, and had no stains of Tyrell in her face.

Other's called her the replica of Queen Alicent, for they had the same hair-color and face. There was no doubt that there was kinship between them. But Delancey was the opposite of Alicent, for her eyes held youth and she always smelt of roses.

"Is the Capital to your liking?" Cordelia questions hoping to turn this kingdom into her daughter's second home. She shakes her head, "The gardens suck — and it smells bad." she complained, resting her head in her mother's chest.

Cordelia glowers, not liking her daughter's opinion. "It's because you spend too much time in your room. You are unable to see its beauty." she reasoned as she began braiding Delancey's hair.

She hums in return, her eyes closing in sleepiness. "Everyone's too vicious." she mutters as her head dances along with the movement's of her mother's hand. "It does not matter. This is the capital, child. If you do not learn its ropes, then you'll be taken advantage of." she taught as Delancey's eyes open.

A sigh escapes from her lips, as the candle behind her flickers. "Must we attend the dinner?" she queried only wishing to be in the company of her books. "It is not up for discussion, Delancey." the woman scolds as she finishes braiding her hair.

She grumbles impolitely, finding the company of her extended family infuriating. They were strange, especially with the marriage between Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena. Her mother found it disgusting and an impure sight in front of The Seven.

SHE WORE THE COLORS OF HER HOUSE WITH PRIDE. She sat beside her father and Prince Aemond. She looks at her side, only to see him staring at her.

She looks away and turns her attention towards the Queen. As a small child, she was always told that she was destined for greatness. As the scion of two great-families, it was expected of her to ascend with power. Sometimes, she imagines being Queen.

"It's been far too long since I've visited Highgarden. The last time I was there, Lady Delancey was but a child." Queen Alicent smiles falsely, a polite chuckle escaping from Delancey's lips.

"Highgarden is always open for you, my queen." she answered benevolently, remembering the times in which her mother would teach her about speaking to noble-members.

Delancey was an impressionable young girl, and everyone in the room knew that she was destined for greatness. "We could visit there sometime, right my king?" Alicent turns towards her husband who nods weakly and takes a sip of his wine.

"I've never been to Highgarden before, how is it?" Prince Aegon turns towards the lady as she smiles once more. "It is welcoming, my prince. It's gardens are heavenly although our castle is nothing compared to The Red Keep." she replies already finding their attention comfortable.

She was an ingenue, a young influential lady who comes to Kingslanding to be courted. Sure, spending time with her mother taught her about the laws of court and how to smile at young powerful lords. But she wasn't expecting this to be so easy.

It was like, she was trained for court.

"Of course, I wouldn't assume that Highgarden had enough money." Prince Aegon snorts as Aemond's jaw clenches. He turns towards his brother and gives him a glare, "Bare respect for our guests, Aegon." he said through gritted teeth as Alicent smiles threateningly at her boys.

They were both unruly, and Alicent didn't want to embarrass herself at the sights of her aunt, Cordelia. "It's alright my prince." Delancey settles as she takes a bite of her food, its delicious taste seeping through her tongue.

Alicent turns towards Cordelia and Mace. "Aunt and Lord Mace, you come here to find a match for Delancey. And I have a wonderful offer." she smiles at her husband, holding his cold hand lightly.

He suggested a marriage between Delancey and Aemond. Alicent didn't wish to agree at first, but seeing as her cousin was a perfect lady. She couldn't help but agree.

Cordelia raises her eyebrows, finding her niece to be a rival at court. After all, Cordelia was supposed to marry the King — not Alicent. "We propose a marriage, between Prince Aemond and dearest Delancey." she smiles as Lord Mace beams silently with joy.

His daughter marrying a Targaryen Prince, was more than enough for his house to flourish. He raises his cup, and nods his head. "We accept your generous offer, my queen." he accepts.

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