#and Rus takes a lot of comfort in his action figures

[capricioussun]

It's been a rough day today so here's some comfort headcanons

Rus tries to distract himself. Preferably with company if it's an option, but he'll also manage on his own. He’ll do puzzles, sort/clean things in his room, customize some clothes, just...anything to take his mind off things for a while. If it's really rough though, he might just crawl into his closet and sit there disassociating for a while. Sometimes, coming out of being so stressed, he'll draw or paint something for a little while. Helps him reorient a little.

For a while, Edge would only distract himself. There's not time for comfort in a world like theirs. This would lend to overworking frequently, or on the rare occasions he pushed himself too hard, a very bad panic attack where he'd do his best to hide (usually in his closet) and make as little noise as possible. Once surfaced though, he takes a lot of comfort in making things with his hands. Either crocheting, cooking or baking, or painting. Though he'd rather be alone when calming down.

Stretch runs hot and cold on company for comfort. Sometimes he needs it, will go anywhere he isn't alone so he can't hear himself think, but sometimes he absolutely doesn't want to be near anyone. Those times, he mostly just distracts himself with video games or wallowing in bed dipping in and out of consciousness. He doesn't have as much available energy as the other two, so if he’s already feeling a bit beat, picking up his hobbies tends to just make him feel worse, so mostly, he just tries to nap and...not think about it.

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Something someone could do to help comfort Rus would be to distract him. Hang out with him, do or talk about things unrelated to what's upset him. Giving him that space to not talk or think about it while still feeling supported would help a lot.

As for Edge, while he generally prefers being alone, if he’s not too worked up, quiet 'parallel play' might help. Just hearing someone nearby, doing their own thing, especially if they'd be willing to play taste tester if he’s cooking or baking, it helps bring him out of his own head sooner, and...well, it's good to be reminded he doesn't have to handle everything on his own anymore.

Honestly, Stretch being mildly bullied into doing something mild, if he’s not too down, could help him a lot. Especially getting him to leave his bedroom, even if he doesn't go much further than just the living room. A movie, snacks, and low energy company could usually do him a world of good (and someone who doesn't make him feel like he should be ashamed for feeling bad).

#I should also think abt specific things like. im sure they all have specific comfort things like movies foods music etc #edge takes a lot of comfort in soft things #and Rus takes a lot of comfort in his action figures #for stretch...i wanna say loz would be a comfort game but idk they can be SO melancholy maybe something milder like. animal crossing #(<- plus it requires less energy. which is good if he’s already feeling gross) #sun spots #ut rus #uf edge #us stretch #undertale papyrus #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #I'll be real w/ yall it's been a rough fucking month

[yinyanchan]

So we've seen what jobs the boys would do for jobs in Housemates, but I'm curious, what would the boys do in their own aus (what job they'd do and what would they WANT to do) once on the surface, and how would we meet them?

Also thank you so much for all the work you put into your stories, they've brought me so much joy and I love the different ways you portray all the skelebaes! And I'm happy that things have been going better for you! Take care! <3

Thank you so much!!! I wanted to give them jobs they either came to enjoy or wanted in housemates.

I wanted Sans to pursue things in education and Papyrus is never far so I had him like a an assistant coach. It's something that I believe if they had their heart in it they'd excel at. I do believe that San's level of education would actually qualify him to run a school and not just teach. He could help out if needed but the monster is very good at what he does... just a lazy bones. Papyrus is an absolute delight for anyone he works with but I see something more with physical activity and if Sans chose the career path he is on he'd definitely want to pursue a coaching position. Not only getting to direct a team but cheer from the sidelines seems something he'd really like. Seeing as Papyrus already knows he doesn't need the royal guard to make friends he doesn't have the need to pursue anything on that level.

For Blue and Berry they would've preferred a job that meant either security or law enforcement. Blue still has the dream of being in the royal guard and Berry is haunted by it. Blue in his timeline would probably pursue law enforcement but Berry will take things way too personally. Even if the royal guard didn't disband in his timeline and Berry was captain... I can see tension coming to a head and a sabbatical would be determined by all to be his best bet. He'd end up working low key at a bakery to help sooth his weary mind and end up staying. He'd rather bake than deal with those problems ever again now that he has the option.

Rus would rather be data mining and game programming but he'd also rather sleep. He likes what he does in housemates because the campus will always be tame if Reggie has anything to say about it but in his timeline he'd definitely be making hit indie games of his own while trying to find his next bitcoin.

Red is a guilty pleasure. I am engaged to a Red persona as we speak. Lewd, crude at times but loyal and a complete and total teddy bear with resting bitch face. They just don't have the accent lol. They work in a Deli so... that's the reason for this headcannon and honestly it would suit him. Running a New York style Deli and secretly smirking that you just gave everyone your meat.

Edge is fond of puzzles and I figured the best puzzle for real life would be an apprentice locksmith. He gets a little bamboozled over the digital locks at times but he's getting to learn a lot about how humans make their intricate puzzles that are like magic puzzles to get to continue on. I believe he would have tried out for security or even law enforcement in his timeline. I do believe once he gets locked out and sees a locksmith in action his curiosity would get the better of him and he'd begin to follow in their footsteps.

Orange... anything stay at home. Reader is going to find out more about Orange as they realize that he's been more secretive about himself than the others in a way. Orange's attachment to his brother makes things hard for him. He's constantly worried about something happening so if he can't be at his brother's side he'd rather do something at home where he's most comfortable and actually able to relax. He does ad services and research on his own time and does freelance virus security work. When he's not doing either he is trying to sleep. It's really hard for him to sleep but once he does get to sleep he's out. Sometimes it happens at random so he very much prefers to be home if at all possible.

[sapphirelass]

Oh, darling... - Remus LupinxDaughter!Reader, Harry PotterxReader

Hiiiiiii😊

Hey, would you look at that! It’s only been a week since last time! So, this might be a bit confusing if you have read “Deal?” and “I’ll be by your side”, but hear me out: “Deal?” is still part 1, but since “I’ll be by your side” takes place after this one, that will now be part 3, and this part 2. Does that make sense? I hope so :) That means that this takes place between OotP and the Battle of Hogwarts, but I’m sure you’ll understand! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3)

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already know this, but still:

Y/N - Your name

Y/N/N - Your nickname

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Word count: ≈ 5,5k (Ohhh, you’re in for a long one!)

Warnings: Blood, Torture & Capture (Malfoy Manor scenes from DH, not very descriptive, but consider yourself warned!), Greyback (both being violent and... intrusive?), use of the more offensive word for ‘Muggle-born’, angst, Bellatrix

And in case you were wondering, yes I did look up lunar charts from 1998 when writing this XD

Enjoy! :)

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Oh, darling...

“He’s abroad! He’s still looking for the wand, I knew it!”

“Harry-”

“Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-”

“HARRY NO!”

“-demort’s after the Elder Wand!”

“The name’s Taboo!”, Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. “I told you, Harry, we can’t say it anymore! We’ve got to p-”

“Shhh!?”

(Y/N/N) had appeared behind Ron and put her hand over his mouth.

“Ron, our chances are gonna be even slimmer if you keep howling!”

The redhead nodded to confirm that he had understood what his friend had whispered, and she removed her hand. For a few *wonderful moments* the four of them thought they had made it! They waited in complete silence - Harry standing protectively in front of the others with his wand in a firm grip.

“Come out of there with ye’ hands up!”, came a rasping voice through the darkness. “You’ve got half a dozen wands aimed at ya’ and we don’t care who we curse!”

Harry turned around slowly and noticed Hermione and (Y/N) coming to a silent agreement. He was just about to ask the others what they thought they should do when Hermione aimed her wand at his face. There was a bang, a burst of white light and Harry buckled in agony, unable to see, as heavy footfalls surrounded the gang.

(Y/N/N) let out a small whimper as someone grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pulled her out of the tent. Harry, Ron and Hermione were wrested outside as well, and all four of them were restrained to prevent their escape. (Y/N) and Hermione both got their wrists bound together, but they stood next to each other while the snatchers questioned the boys.

Harry suddenly let out a distressed shout, because Scabior had smirked evilly and made his way closer to (Y/N/N).

“Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!”

“Fine”, he said. “I won’t”

He turned back towards the girls, raised his wand and a swift movement caused (Y/N)’s legs to give in. She fell to her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Scabior got there first.

“Ey, like I promised, I didn’t touch ‘er.”

He took a few threatening steps towards the girls and stood towering over (Y/N) as she was forced to kneel by the snatcher’s feet.

“And your name, girly?”

(Y/N/N) swallowed nervously before answering.

“Katie Bell. Halfblood.”

Scabior smiled again and walked over to Hermione. He was just about to ask her the same question when another snatcher approached them from behind.

“That’s a lie”

“What?”, asked Scabior. “What ‘ru on about?”

“I might not remember every single one.”, said the voice. “But when people are bit as revenge, I tend not to forget their name… or smell”

Fenrir Greyback stepped into the moonlight looking absolutely wild. His dirty hair was full of leaves and small sticks, and he had dried blood on his hands.

Scabior grabbed (Y/N)’s hair again, pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards Greyback. Harry struggled ferociously against the snatcher holding him, but it was no use. This gang might not be the smartest, but they were big, and strong. The situation seemed oddly familiar to Harry, and he realized that it remembered him of the few times Dudley’s friends had caught him and held him back while Dudley himself put his boxing skills to ‘good use’. This was worse though, and he kept fighting to get out of the snatcher’s grip despite knowing that it was impossible.

“Don’t touch her! Back off!!”

Greyback didn’t seem to hear Harry’s protests and roughly seized the collar of (Y/N)’s torn, dirty shirt. She tried to push him away, but without the use of her hands that proved to be very difficult, and Grayback pulled her closer instead. He grabbed her by the throat, and, because the werewolf was so tall, her feet no longer touched the ground once he could look her in the eye.

“HA!”

Greyback laughed darkly and threw the girl to the ground.

“Lupin…”, he muttered. “Didn’t know that traitor had a pup. You think daddy would like you to join or… pack?”

He bent down to his knees and dragged a sharp claw along her neck, forcing her to lift her head.

Both Harry and Ron had, at this point however, had enough and were just about to shout again when Scabior spoke up.

“C’mon Greyback. We’re wastin’ time. ‘m sure the ministry will let ya keep ‘er if the others are valuable enough. You take the halfbreed and we’ll bind the rest to the other prisoners.”

Greyback grabbed hold of the rope securing (Y/N) hands behind her back, and Scabior turned towards Hermione again.

“And you, love? A name? And blood status if you’d be so kind.”

“Penelope Clearwater, halfblood.”

“Easy enough to check.”

Someone yanked Harry, Ron and Hermione up by the hair, dragged them a few feet, pushed them down into a sitting position, and started binding them back to back with some other people.

A few snatchers went into the tent, presumably looking for anything of value, and the others kept a close eye on the bound prisoners. The group seemed to be getting ready to leave, but suddenly Scabior approached, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his right hand.

“Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet! ‘Ermione Granger, mudblood known to be travellin’’ with ‘Arry Potter.’”

Greyback lifted Hermione’s head using his boot and said, “You know what little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.”

“It’s not me!”, said Hermione, “I swear it’s n-”

“Well this changes things, doesn’t it?”, whispered Greyback. Harry could still barely see, but noticed (Y/N) trembling as Greyback tightened his grip around her wrist. She stumbled slightly when the werewolf took a few steps towards Harry and bent down to get a closer look at his face.

“Oi, Vernon, what’s that on ya’ forehead?”

“Don’t touch it!”

“I thought you wore glasses, Potter”

“I found glasses!”

Another snatcher came running from the tent and seconds later Harry’s glasses had been rammed back on to his face.

“It is!”, howled Greyback triumphantly. “We’ve caught Potter!”

“So? To the ministry?”

“To hell with the ministry. I say we take them directly to You-know-who. Let’s take the boy to the Malfoys’ place”

“‘ru completely sure? Cause-”

“Who’s in charge here?”, roared Greyback. “I say it’s Potter, that’s 200000 galleons, and with any luck I’ll get the girl thrown in.”

The prisoners were dragged to their feet.

“I’ll get Potter too”, said Greyback while grabbing a fistfull of Harry’s hair. He wasn’t overly excited about standing so close to the vicious werewolf, but felt somewhat relieved when he was held right by (Y/N)’s side and she carefully leant her head on his shoulder. The small action gave him a sense of comfort despite the danger and seriousness of the situation.

“1, 2, 3…”

They disapparated.

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“I know ‘e’s swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im.”, Scabior said. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see his scar.”

“Bring them in.”

Harry and the rest were brutally shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the snatchers. Lucius Malfoy took a step forward.

“What’s this?”

“They say they have got Potter”, answered Narcissa coldly. “Draco, come here.”

Draco approached the prisoners apprehensively, but claimed not to be sure whether it, in fact, was Harry.

“How ‘bout them others, then?”, growled Greyback while pushing Ron, Hermione, (Y/N), Dean and Griphook forwards. “‘tis at least one mudblood, a Weasley and an Order member’s kid - recognize either?”

Draco still didn’t know, however Lucius Malfoy felt sure enough, and was just about to call ‘The Dark Lord’ when Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room and walked up to the captives. She began arguing with Lucius, but stopped abruptly when noticing the sword of Gryffindor being held by one of the snatchers.

Bellatrix went to attack, but changed her mind once Greyback told her that they had found the sword in Harry, Ron, Hermione and (Y/N)’s tent. Narcissa, who seemed increasingly worried as her sister attacked various people in the room, turned to the group of ‘kids’ again.

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback”

“Wait!”, screeched Bellatrix. “All except… except the girls.”

“NO!”, exclaimed Harry just as Ron, struggling violently against the ropes that bound him, let out a loud roar.

“NO! You can have me! Keep me!!”

Bellatrix simply cackled evilly and said, “If one of them dies under questioning, I’ll take you next. Mudbloods, offsprings of Halfbreeds and blood traitors - they’re all the same to me. Greyback, take them downstairs and make sure they’re secure. But don’t do anything else. Yet...”

She grabbed both (Y/N) and Hermione by the hair and dragged them into the middle of the room. She let go and they both fell face first into the hard, dark floor with a crack. With a swift wave of her wand, thick ropes wrapped themselves around the girls’ ankles, effectively preventing them from escaping, and she then turned towards Greyback.

“Hurry up! Get them down quickly and you can have the Halfbreed. ‘m sure her screams will be enough to keep you entertained for a while?”

Greyback forced the rest of them into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.

“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girls when she’s finished with ‘em?”, Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say at least a bite or two each, wouldn’t you, boys? I think I’ll save the Lupin girl for Saturday, huh? I bet the full moon will make her taste even better, don’t you think??”

Both Harry and Ron were shaking in anger, but the invisible force kept them all in place. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy door, and Greyback opened it, pushed them all inside and slammed the door shut, but just as they hit the ground, a loud, panicked, heart wrenching scream was heard from directly above them.

“HERMIONE!? (Y/N/N)!?”

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“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you take this sword? WHERE?!”

“We found it! - We found it! - PLEASE!!”

“You’re lying, you filthy mudblood, and I know it. You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth! TELL THE TRUTH!!”

“It was my fault!”, cried (Y/N) desperately, hoping that Bellatrix wouldn’t be as harsh on her since she was a half blood. Deep down, she knew that this was highly improbable, but she couldn’t stand watching Hermione writhing in pain. “I found it, Hermione had nothing to do with it! Leave her alone!”

Bellatrix dropped Hermione, and (Y/N) was pulled off the ground for the umpteenth time that day.

“Don’t you worry. You’ll get your fair share too - Ah!”

In just that moment, Greyback walked the last few steps of the stairs and entered the big room.

“Right on time, Grayback! Do what you want with this one.”

She threw (Y/N) into Greyback’s arms and turned back to Hermione.

“See if you can get anything of value out of her first, though. If her father is part of the Order as you say, then surely enough… persuasion… should give us something.”

Greyback dragged (Y/N) by the hair so that they were a few feet away from Bellatrix, and bent over the girl standing on all four. His wild face was merely inches from hers, and she flinched involuntarily feeling his warm breath on her neck. The werewolf stroked his hairy hand across her cheek, and (Y/N) closed her eyes, desperately trying to imagine being somewhere else. She was, however, fully aware of the fact that this was only the beginning. Greyback was famous for his savagery and brutal methods, and her father had once told her the story of their first encounter. Remus had told her how her grandfather, Lyall, had insulted the werewolf, who would later take his revenge by biting Lyall’s son.

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread from her neck down to her waist - causing her to let out a pained scream. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice Greyback raising his hand, with nails like claws, and slashing it across her body. Her thin shirt went from light green to red in a matter of seconds and she scrambled to get away from him - ultimately failing when he caught some of her hair between his hand and the floor.

“You know”, growled Greyback. “I told Potter and the blood traitor I’d save my sample of yourself for Saturday but… why choose?”

He grabbed her hands and held them far away from the rest of her body, giving her little to no chance of protecting herself, bent closer and sank his sharp teeth deep into her shoulder.

(Y/N) let out yet another bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently, which only caused Greyback to scratch his claws across her face before swiftly standing and landing a rough kick to her stomach.

She coughed slightly and tried to get up, but it was then Greyback finally seemed to remember the fact that he owned a wand.

“What do ya’ think you’re doin’? Stay on the floor, where ya’ belong! CRUCIO!”

(Y/N) began writhing in pain, just like Hermione had earlier, but the sheer strength of the curse combined with previous pain, blood loss and the mental trauma of having been bitten by a werewolf - though not transformed at the time - was enough to make her stop fighting. She didn’t fully pass out, but lay limp at the floor.

Bellatrix had bound Hermione to a pillar near the fireplace and was instead questioning a goblin about the Sword of Gryffindor.

“No”, said Griphook. “It is a fake”

“Are you sure? Quite sure?”

“Yes”

“Good”, she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut on the goblin’s face. “And now - we call the Dark Lord. I’m sure we can dispose of these two”. She used her foot to turn (Y/N) over and studied her broken being with a sly smile. “Keep ‘em if you want, Greyback!”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Ron and Harry dashed into the room, Ron disarming Bellatrix and Harry catching her wand while simultaneously stunning Lucius Malfoy.

“STOP OR THEY DIE!!”

Harry and Ron both looked at Bellatrix who held a struggling Hermione in one hand, and used the other to press a silver dagger to her neck - all while resting a high heeled boot millimetres above the throat of (Y/N)’s now unconscious form.

“Drop the wands, or I won’t hesitate to let them both die covered in their own filthy blood. I said DROP THEM!!!!”

The boys threw the wands to the floor and Draco, after being told to, picked them up. Harry could feel Voldemort approaching, and the situation felt quite hopeless… None of them had a wand, he and Ron stood with their hands by their shoulders and wands pointing in their direction, and Bellatrix - who had already taken Sirius from him - had both the girls in her grasp.

“Now, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again.”, said Bellatrix softly. “While Greyback takes care of Miss Halfbreed. I suppose you could have the mudblood too, if you fancy it. I’m sure the Dark Lord won’t begrudge you that after all you have done tonight.”

Her speech was interrupted by a peculiar grinding noise from above. All of them looked up and noticed Dobby on the chandelier. Bellatrix dropped Hermione and jumped out of the way - the chandelier falling on top of Hermione, (Y/N) and Griphook. Harry took the chance and pulled their wands out of Draco’s hand and then joined Ron in trying to get the girls to safety. He pointed all the wands at Greyback at the same time and shouted “STUPIFY!”, before picking (Y/N/N) up into his arms. They all stood surrounding Dobby who apparated them all out of there.

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A soft knock caused (Y/N) to immediately look towards the door, but she breathed a sigh of relief once realizing that it was safe. She had been rather jumpy since their capture, and she hated feeling so… weak? Fragile? Hopeless?

“Hey, you doing alright?”

“Hi, Bill. Yes, I’m good. How’s Hermione?”

Bill smiled. “She’ll be fine. I’m sure it must have been horrifying for her, but trust me, we’ve seen worse. With both Fleur and Ron by her side I can’t find a reason to be worried. Honestly, I’m much more concerned about you.”

“Bill, I’m f-”

“No, see, I don’t think you are. Purely based on what the others have told me, you’ve gone through both physical and mental torture beyond what even the least decent person should consider ‘acceptable’. Your silence, constant twitching and rapid breathing further supports that theory. We just want to help.”

“Look, I appreciate that, I really do bu-”

“Do you want me to send word to your dad?”

“I- Wha- No! No, I’ll manage. A day or two to rest and a chance to process all that happened should get me back on my feet. I don’t want to worry him… Please, Bill, do-”

“Okay, I won’t write”, said Bill hesitantly. “But then you must promise to let us help. And if Remus contacts us asking whether we know anything about the four of you - I won’t lie. He’s done that roughly twice a week since November, though weirdly enough not the last couple of days, and there’s a bond of trust there, (Y/N/N). I trust you can understand that?”

“Of course”, she said, managing a weak smile. “But surely you, if anyone, would understand that you have to move on. I mean, you were attacked in essentially the same way last year and you sti-”

But Bill just shook his head.

“No, (Y/N/N), they’re not ‘essentially the same’. Not at all. When Greyback-”, (Y/N) flinched at the name and Bill put a hand on her shoulder. “When he attacked me, it was quick. Sure, it hurt like hell, but it was over in less than a minute. And I know you won’t like me saying this, but I suspect that was the case even for your dad. What he’s had to endure since that night is a whole nother story, but the actual moment? For the two of us, he was out to kill, and thankfully interrupted before he got the chance, but in your case I wouldn’t call it an ‘attack’ but rather… An intrusion, or violation if you will. (Y/N/N), what you went through, I can’t even imagine.”

Bill could tell the young girl didn’t know what to say, so he simply pulled her in for a gentle hug.

“Do you want me to ask Harry to come up?”

“What are they doing? I don’t wanna interru-”

“Just having dinner. We’d have brought you downstairs too, but you were still unconscious or sleeping half an hour ago. Fleur didn’t feel the need to drag you out of bed then.” He paused and examined her for a moment before standing.

“I’ll get him, give me a minute.”

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“Harry, what if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand? What i-”

“Ron, I-”

Their conversation was interrupted when Bill entered the kitchen.

“Harry? She’s up.”

Harry turned to his best friend’s brother, a look of utter confusion on his face.

“I.. Wha- How is she? Can I-”

“Go. She’s trying to be strong, of course, yet there’s something more there. Her bravery is admirable, but I don’t think it’s very healthy to keep it all bottled up. If anyone could get her to let it out it’d be you. Go.”

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Harry carefully pushed the door open, and his eyes immediately found hers. They had been friends for so many years now, that reading each other’s thoughts was considered ‘normal’. Harry was instantaneously relieved when she didn’t jump, flinch or move away from the door. He walked over to the bed and was pulled into a loving hug before even sitting down. That was not what he had expected…! Sure, he had hoped that she wouldn’t be completely broken, but considering everything he - they - had been through, he hadn’t dared to imagine any best case scenario only to be completely crushed by the truth.

“(Y/N/N)? How a-”

But that was all it took - for him to say her name. She wasn’t sobbing, just crying silently - tears falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Harry. Crying’s not going to help anyone I just-”

“(Y/N/N), don’t apologize, please. Just let it out, you’re safe. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again, okay? You’re safe now. You’re sa-”

There was a loud ‘BANG’ on the front door. Harry grabbed his wand and took a few careful steps down the stairs, constantly making sure that (Y/N/N) was right behind him. He grabbed her hand tightly and watched as Bill, with his wand pointing towards the door, made his way from the kitchen to the hallway.

“Who is it?”

“It is I, Remus John Lupin. I’m a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address, and bade me come in an emergency.”

“Lupin!”

Bill ran to the door and wretched it open. (Y/N/N) looked over Harry’s shoulder and saw her dad stumble over the threshold before standing up straight and exclaiming “It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted after Dora’s father.”

“Wow, that’s amazing!”, sad Bill sounding uncharacteristically nervous as he met Fleur’s gaze. Tonks having her baby would explain Remus’ lack of messages for the past few days, and Bill was starting to regret not letting him know about his daughter’s condition as soon as she had arrived.

Remus seemed to calm down slightly as well, and suddenly noticed Ron, Hermione, Dean and Luna at the dining table

“Wha-”, he began, but Bill just nodded towards the living room.

“Remus, look, I think you better sit down and I-”

But the older man didn’t seem to agree with whatever Bill was going to suggest.

“What happened?! When?! And whe-”

He didn’t get to say much more before two arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew, given the current state of the Wizarding World, that he should grab his wand and push them away, but he already suspected who it was. His theory was confirmed by a hoarse whisper:

“Dad.”

It was such a short word, but her voice broke nonetheless. He began turning around, desperate to get a good look at his daughter after over eight months apart, but she struggled against him.

“(Y/N/N), let me look at you?! Stop- NO, stop it I-”

He might just have travelled through a storm, but was still the stronger of the two. Physical strength would, however, prove to be essentially worthless, and the Marauder fell to his knees as soon as he laid eyes on his only daughter. He forced himself to look at her, but it must have been one of the most challenging things the man had ever had to do.

She was covered in deep wounds & scratches from head to toe. Her wrists were bloody and bruised and at least a few, red bite marks stood out against her otherwise pale skin. Her eyes were red, and her face was still covered in wet tears. She was trying her best to stand up straight, but no one knew (Y/N/N) like her father did - not even Harry - and Remus immediately sensed that something was wrong. She was crouching down ever so slightly - almost as if she had been curled up or forced into a fetal position for way too long.

“Oh, darling…”

Those two words were the only ones he managed while his mind desperately worked on processing the sight in front of him. He had come with the intention of sharing some joyful news, but this - what had happened instead - was way beyond his worst nightmares. His boggart had been the full moon for as long as he could remember, but he was quite sure the silvery orb would not glide out from the cupboard the next time he had to face one.

“(Y/N/N)?”, mumbled Harry. “Do you want some help upstairs? I feel like you two could use some privacy..?”

She nodded, and Harry, who had now also noticed her unusual posture, placed her right arm over his shoulders and helped her back up. Her father - naturally - followed closely behind.

~~~~~

(Y/N/N) sat back on the bed from before, her gaze focused on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. Her father sat down next to her and gently placed an arm around her small body, expertly avoiding the many red or brownish lines. She wanted to look back at him. To put her arm around him and return the hug, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sure, he did promise her not to blame himself for whatever fights she chose, but this was different. She hadn’t chosen this one, and her wounds were far worse than anything Umbridge had ever accomplished. Just the thought of having to tell him who was responsible and what he had said frightened her. Not that she was scared of her dad, but she knew he would claim that everything was his fault. She couldn’t lie, though. Not this time. He deserved to know exactly what happened.

“(Y/N/N)? Darling? Are you okay? What happened?”

His voice was now extremely gentle, which was comforting for (Y/N) too. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. She spoke barely above a whisper, her neck still bruised and sore from the countless times she had been grabbed and held by it.

“Yes. Yes, I’m good. Or fine at least.”

“I assume you understand that I want to hear the full story, but I must ask - when?”

He reached towards her shoulder and gently brought his hand over the bite marks.

“‘round Easter, I don’t know exactly… seventh? eight? ninth? Not the eleventh though, I’m sure of that.”

His facial expression went from terrified to slightly calmer as he rubbed his temple.

“Okay, that’s… that’s good. Given the circumstances, I mean. And you’re absolutely positive? Because sometimes traumatic events can make you forge-”

“Dad, I’m sure! If there’s one part of me that’s in prime condition it’s my memory...I- I remember every second.”

She shuddered at the thought of if all, and quickly added, “He wasn’t transformed…”

Remus looked at her sadly, the truth, or at least parts of it, now clear to him.

“Not Gre-”

“DoN’t! Please...”

She put her head on his torso when he pulled her closer.

“Please, I can’t-”

“Breathe, Darling. You’re safe. I’m sorry I… Blimey I should have guessed. Took me months and I was barely five… C’mere.”

They sat like that for a while, Remus resting his head on his daughter’s while humming quietly. He eventually decided he couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to catch her attention.

“(Y/N/N)? You have to tell me what happened. Have you gotten these wounds treated? They don’t look very good…”

“Trust me, they were much worse back then. I think Fleur did her best to heal them. She’s really goo-”

He looked away and took a deep breath. “You’re avoiding the question, (Y/N/N)…”

“Dad, I do-”

“YOU PROMISED!”

He slammed his hands down on the bed as his voice grew angrier.

“(Y/N), you promised me you’d never hide any kind of pain from me ever again?! I-”

He suddenly noticed his daughter desperately cowering away and lowered his voice.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I trusted that promise! And don’t even try to tell me how ‘you’re fine’ or ‘it’s not really even hurting anymore’. (Y/N/N), I have known you your whole life, let me help. You must te-”

“I know. I will. I know you deserve that, just… I don’t know where to start? A lot has happened… And I also need you to know that I didn’t break my promise. Bill and Harry told me I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for days. I only properly woke up an hour or so before you came and haven’t had time to send a message.”

He looked at her, and she moved closer again.

“Sor-”

“It’s good, dad. We’re good, don’t worry about it.”

Then she told him. The entire story - starting with breaking into the Ministry and then everything about Godric’s Hollow, The Lovegoods’ house - but came to an abrupt stop after that. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but then shared the events of the past two weeks as well. She told her father all about Harry accidentally using You-Know-Who’s name, the group of snatchers surrounding them and their decision not to try to fight their way out.

“We were outnumbered, and had to hide the fact that they had just caught Harry. Hermione used a stinging jinx which, naturally, worked perfectly - they didn’t recognize him at first. They tied us all up and started asking questions about names, blood status and so on. None of us gave them our real names of course, and it worked well until… until he… until he stepped out of the shadows and told the others that the name I had given them was false. It took him a minute or two, but he claimed to… ‘recognize my smell’ - your smell, I suppose.”

“(Y/N/N), it’s m-”

“No! You can’t blame yourself. That was your part of the deal, remember?”

“Well, this time it seem like it actually was-”

“not your fault, exactly. The snatchers found some photographs in the Prophet, Harry’s glasses and a bunch of other stuff and kind of made the connection themselves.”

She explained how they were taken to Malfoy Manor. How Bellatrix had ordered everyone apart from the two girls down to the dungeons. How she had bound them even tighter before taking care of Hermione, and later Griphook, herself and leaving (Y/N) defenceless to deal with Greyback.

“Do you know what the worst part is? I barely even tried to defend myself. Merlin, I just felt so... weak!?! So worthless. He just stood there - right by my face - breathing and”, she shuddered again, “‘petting’. Then he hacked, and slashed, and bit, and kicked and pushed. Eventually realized he was in possession of a wand and… It was unbearable, I-I-I can’t even... ”

“Shhh, breathe, Darling, breathe! Easy there…”

He pulled her, if possible, even closer until she sat in her father’s lap. (Y/N) used to fall asleep in his lap when she was a little girl - the warmth and comfort calming her down - but it had been years since… She was, after all, a young adult now.

“Listen, and I need you to understand this because it is very important - you are not weak! Far from it! In a situation like what you have just described, if you are wandless and unable to practically defend yourself, coming with sly remarks and trying to argue with the one in possession of the wand would not only be dangerous, but also rather careless. If there was anything I could do to change what happened, then believe me, I would, but don’t for a second beat yourself up over your decisions.”

Remus looked at (Y/N/N), but chuckled slightly when he noticed his daughter slowly drifting off to sleep. He decided to shake her slightly and wake her before it was too late.

“(Y/N/N)? Don’t you think it’s better if we go home? You can go to sleep there instead?”

“What?”, she mumbled. “But, dad, we’re not done yet? Harry, Ron and Hermione-”

“-Will just have to do without you for a while. Listen to reason, darling. You are injured, shaken and can barely stand up straight - which is perfectly understandable! I’m just saying, the best thing you can do is probably to rest and let them go on for now. Who knows, maybe you will be able to go back after healing?”

Remus made a mental note to keep his daughter close to him from now on, and NOT to let her throw herself back into the war, but felt like this was the best way to convince her right away. He had missed her every minute since they had parted ways back in August, and dreamt of the day they’d reunite, but never had he imagined he’d find her in such a state. He swore to himself that he would always try to keep her safe.

His daughter

His darling

His (Y/N/N)

Never again…

~ L

Part 3 I’ll be by your side

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[summerstardust]

Did You Miss Me? Part 8

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: The Master continued to stay with you and seems to enjoy the Human life you both curated together, but you can’t help but grow anxious and fear that he will leave you.

Did You Miss Me? Masterlist

Warnings: Sadness(sorry!!!)

Word Count: 4040

AN: I think that this might be the second to last part, unless people want more. Also, sorry that this took so long to post. I hope that you all enjoy it! 💜💜💜

You had been incredibly busy the past couple of weeks and The Master was growing annoyed. You had to finish multiple papers for all of your classes, and you also had multiple  projects, and you had to work an extra shift at your job to help a coworker. The Master wasn’t happy about your increased workload and the amount of stress it caused you. Though, he more so hated the time this work was taking away from your time together. He understood that, since you were taking a break from traveling, you needed some way to save up some money and that the upcoming weeks were very important for your studies. But all of these logical reasons did not  stop a jealous streak from rushing through his veins. So he decided to put a stop to all your stress for a bit.

“Hey.” The Master walked into your apartment, not surprised to see you hunched over your laptop, “Do you want to watch a movie after dinner? I can make us something really quickly while you pick the movie.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I have a lot of homework to do.”

“No, you don’t.” You looked up to The Master, confused by his statement. “Oh, I may or may not have contacted all of your teachers and your manager and got them to give you top marks and a couple weeks off of work.” He smirked cheekily, but you could only stare, open mouthed at him.

“You did what?” He was looking down at his feet, but you could see the growing smirk on his face. He was clearly proud of himself.

“I wanted to surprise you. You have had to deal with too much stress, it won’t do.” When The Master finally looked at you, his eyes were sad and meaningful, contrasting his smirk.

“So you blackmailed my boss and my teachers?”

“Yes. For us, but mostly you.” The Master walked forward and turned your chair so you were fully turned to face him.

“Master, what is all of this about?”

“Do you not remember what tomorrow is?” He quirked his head to the side, hopeful, but anticipating the worst. You thought for a moment, then realised what all of this was about.

“You did all of this because of the anniversary of when we first met?”

“Of course! Anything for my faithful companion.” The Master booped your nose before closing your laptop and moving to the kitchen to get started on dinner.

The rest of the evening was surprisingly calm, but you did have an eerie feeling in the back of your mind. The Master was affectionate, more affectionate than usual. He was constantly kissing the back of your hand or pecking you cheek or pulling you closer to his body. This probably shouldn’t have bothered you, but the fact that The Master removed your work and school responsibilities long after your anniversary made you suspicious.

After dinner you ended up falling asleep, in the middle of the movie The Master let you pick, with your head on The Master’s lap. He had been combing through your hair and massaging your head, sending you straight into a deep sleep. You didn’t feel him carry you to your bedroom, but when you awoke in the morning, you were swaddled in The Master’s arms and the two of you were cocooned in warm blankets.

The Master kissed you when he realised you were awake. You talked for a bit, it was relaxing, but your sweet conversation about how the two of you cared for each other was interrupted by your stomach growling. The Master smirked, then spoke.

“Stay in bed. I will make us some breakfast, love.” You were about to argue, wanting to help, but The Master was already out of bed and walking toward the kitchen. You huffed, falling back into the comfort of the blankets and began scrolling through your phone. Behind your phone, you saw a light that confused you. You put your phone back down and saw a glowing light coming from the TARDIS. You quickly and softly climbed out of your bed and padded over to the wardrobe. You tried to open the wardrobe, but it was locked. The TARDIS was never locked. The Master openly talked about how his TARDIS was your home and that you were always allowed and safe there. You tried to open the door to the TARDIS again and then again, both times the wardrobe did not open. You heard The Master walking back to your room, so you walked to another wardrobe and began looking for some clothes. This was too suspicious. Everything seemed to be indicating that The Master was going to leave you, there was no other option. His kindness had to be masking a plan to disappear.

“I thought I told you to stay in bed.” The Master sternly spoke after having stopped in the doorway of your bedroom.

“I thought that I should pick out an outfit for today while you were cooking.” You hoped that The Master would not see through your lie. But knowing him, he probably did, however, he didn't mention it. He only motioned for you to join him on the bed before he placed the tray of food down for the two of you to eat. 

“I actually picked an outfit for you already.”

“Please tell me that you are not going to make me walk around in lingerie all day.”

“Unfortunately for me, no.” You chuckled at The Master’s smirk and hit his shoulder playfully before returning to your meal. After finishing breakfast, The Master cleaned up, not allowing you to help once again. He said that he wanted to take care of you today, to make up for all of the times you had saved him and cared for him when you didn’t have to. The Master then pulled you to your shared bathroom and prepared a bath for the two of you. 

“Why are you doing all of this?” You asked after a long silence.

“For you.”

“But why? This is our anniversary, today should be about us.”

“Let me take care of you.” The Master kissed your shoulder then looked up at you with his big brown eyes. They were softer than you expected, sadness was badly hidden in the corners of his eyes. Part of you hoped that today for him was a day of showing off, so he could prove how good he was for you and how you would never need anyone else. But the longer the day went on, the more suspicious you became of his actions. The two of you lounged in the bath together for a while before finally exiting when the water drew cold.

“So what outfits did you pick out?”

“Wait here!” The Master kissed you on the cheek before bounding up to his TARDIS with one hand wrapped tightly around the towel around his waist. He quickly opened the door and closed it behind him before you could see inside. Before you could even think about what he was doing in there, The Master was out again holding two large boxes. Both boxes were colored a dark purple, but one box, slightly larger than the other, was wrapped in a lavender ribbon. You moved to help The Master, but he stopped you. The TARDIS closed the door for the alien before you could even get close enough to try and shut it.

The Master’s box contained a matching navy blue and orange plaid trouser and waistcoat set, with a navy dress shirt and purple socks. He chose a pair of brown shoes to wear. He had worn them once before, and you called them his ‘fancy shoes.’ The Master even selected a dark purple coat to complete the look. The outfit The Master selected for you consisted of dark purple slacks, a black turtleneck, black suspenders, and a coat that matched the same navy blue and orange plaid pattern of The Master’s trousers. The Master also got you a new pair of black Doc Martens with the blue and orange pattern on the laces. 

“How do I look?” You questioned once you were fully dressed in your outfit.

“Beautiful as always?” You rolled your eyes at The Master’s compliment then moved to your bathroom mirror to look at yourself. The Master followed you and wrapped his arms around your torso from behind.

“You believe me, right?” You nodded and The Master mumbled a quiet “good” in response before pulling you toward the door to leave your apartment.

“Where are we going, Master?

“Out! We have a day to conquer.”

The Master directed the two of you through a park by your university. You had told The Master that this was one of your favorite places to go after you lost Missy, then again when you had lost him. You had been going to this park ever since you were young and you had many happy memories there. You and The Master sat for a moment on a shadow covered bench and took in everything. 

“This place is actually quite beautiful, despite being on Earth and all. I can understand why you like it”

“Wow! Master, that was almost a compliment!” He laughed and nudged your shoulder.

“I’m trying okay.”

“I know and I appreciate that. You know that right?” The Master paused and brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Of course I know that, Y/N.” The two of you stared at each other for a moment before clearing his throat and jumped up from the bench, “Come on, let’s go somewhere.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I was originally planning to take you to an intergalactic market, but plans changed. So I thought that we could go to that shopping center that you always talk about. The one with all of the fancier stores that you always window shop at.”

“I didn’t bring any money.”

“I know. I want to get you everything.”

“You don’t have to do that, in fact you can’t get me everything.”

“Haven’t you figured out yet that I would do anything for you? Which includes getting you anything you want. If you want everything, then I will get you everything.” You turned to look at him, his declaration was delivered with a sad tone and it scared you. He kept making these grand statements with a sad tone and lonely eyes, you figure that he would be happy today as it was your anniversary. The only thing that you assumed could be plaguing his mind was the fact that time was running out for the pair of you.

The two of you mainly just walked around the shops. The Master would occasionally buy you gifts that he could see that you wanted, but refused to admit it. You had kept saying that you didn’t want him to buy you anything, but he insisted. Finally, the two of you walked back home with your gifts in tow.

“Thank you for today. It was simple and cute and calming. It was nice to just get away from everything and spend some uninterrupted time with you. Do you want a cup of tea? I really want one!”

“Do you think that evening is over?” 

“Um, I thought it was, but what else do you have planned?”

“I assume that you have been wondering why my TARDIS has been locked.” Your eyes widened. You had hoped that The Master hadn't caught you snooping, but of course he had. You tried to ramble out an apology, but The Master interrupted you.

“I had been trying to think of a way for us to have a lovely dinner after a nice, calming day together, and the only way everything would work out perfectly was by having the TARDIS help me.”

“But I thought that you shouldn’t use the TARDIS, just in case The Doctor was tracking the energy output?”

“I finally figured out the perfect ‘end all be all’ of mechanisms that prevents all outside interference.”

The Master unlocked the wardrobe door and opened it for you. Upon walking inside, you saw a pathway lined with rose petals and candles. You looked back at The Master, who was standing in the doorway of the TARDIS, and he nodded for you to follow the trail he had laid out earlier. The path was long. It seemed longer than necessary. You assumed that The Master had purposefully done this. Suddenly, you felt The Master’s hand interlock with yours. You continued to walk, almost pulling The Master behind you, until the pathway finally ended in front of a closed door. The Master’s fingers tightened around yours and he grabbed your other hand before you could open the door. You felt him place his head on your shoulder. You could hear him breathing, it was shallow and somehow sad. He was clearly thinking of something, but before you could ask him, The Master kissed your shoulder and opened the door for you. 

The TARDIS room The Master had chosen for your dinner date was the same room you stayed in at O’s Australian apartment, but this time the room was cleaner and had a kitchen and an ensuite. You turned to The Master, shocked but amazed by the now atmospheric, candle and rose petal covered room. The Master then pulled your seat out for you and told you to wait a moment while he got dinner. 

While you waited, you looked around the room, amazed by all of the work The Master had done. Before you could think negatively about the meanings of the extent of all of the things The Master was doing for you, he exited the kitchen, pulling a cart of food. Every space of the cart was filled with various appetizers, entries, full course meals, desserts and drinks. All of your favorite foods you could ask for were on the cart. The Master asked you what you wanted and once you finally picked something, The Master served you before serving himself.

The two of you then enjoyed your evening and began reminiscing about your time together. After a couple of drinks, The Master confessed that he was nervous upon meeting you with his new body. You immediately asked why, shocked that he would say that. He explained that he was scared that you wouldn’t like his new regeneration. You ensured The Master that you would always love him, no matter what he looked like. After The Master confessed, you thought that it was the best time to tell him about finding the journals he wrote as Missy. Surprisingly, he wasn’t upset. The Master joked that he would have to leave behind one of his more recent journals for you to read if you ever get lonely. You looked up from your food to ask him what he meant by that statement, but you were distracted by The Master pushing a small purple ring box toward you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

“What is that?” You reached out for the box, but stopped just before you touched it out of shock.

“Open it.” You finally grabbed the small ring box, but you didn’t open it. You held it in your hands, caressing it, too scared to actually open it. You just thought about all of the suspicions you had about The Master, and how wrong they were, and how bad you felt for thinking that he would just leave you. You saw The Master move from his seat to your’s, where he moved your chair until you were facing him. He then knelt down in front of you and covered your hands with his large ones.

“I know that it is a very Human tradition, but I know how much you like shiny things.” You chuckled as a couple of tears fell from your eyes. The Master slowly and gently manipulated your hands to open the box, revealing a gold banded ring with a large clear gem.

“It’s a white point star. Only found on Gallifrey. You are always talking about wanting to know more about my home planet, I thought that I might blend our traditions in this way. Y/N? Please say something.”

“I love you!”

“And I love you, Y/N! Are..are you okay?”

“I just wasn’t expecting this, Master.” You brought a hand up to wipe away your tears while The Master took the ring and placed it on your ring finger. Suddenly you remembered something and you jolted up to look at The Master. “What are we going to do about your name?”

“What?”

“Well, if we ever have a ceremony, we can’t really call you ‘Master.’ How would people who don’t know you react?” The Master rolled his eyes, but nodded at your statement.

“About that, do you remember that thing that I was going to tell you when I first came back?” Fear rushed back to you when The Master brought that back up. You were so afraid that he was going to leave you.

 “Yes?” You spoke quietly and apprehensively, subconsciously your hands tightened around The Masters.

“My given name is Koshei. I thought that you should know, given everything, but I also wanted to tell you on a special day. That’s the only reason why I didn’t tell you earlier, I wanted this to be special.” More tears escaped your eyes and you leaped forward to hug The Master, one arm wrapped tightly around his neck and your other hand combed itself in his hair. The two of you stayed like that for a while, with The Master’s arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

“Let’s go to bed.” The Master almost reluctantly pushed you forward slightly, and you looked him in the eye. His eyes looked sad again, and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Why can’t we stay here tonight?”

“Wouldn't you be more comfortable in your room?”

“I am comfortable wherever you are.”

“I want to spend tonight in your room. We can stay in the TARDIS some other time, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise, my love.” The Master pecked your lips, then stood up with you in his arms. You forgot how strong he was sometimes, then there would be moments like this where he would pick you up as if you weighed nothing. The Master carried you back to your bedroom, where the two of you got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and striping to your underwear. 

Once in bed, you caressed The Master’s face and softly said, “Goodnight, Koshei.”

“Goodnight, my love.” The Master kissed your forehead then rolled over so his back was facing you. He never did that, even after an argument, no matter what regeneration. You moved closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Before you drifted off to sleep, you mumbled a tearful “I love you, Koshei,” completely unaware of how much it hurt The Master. 

You awoke with a start, alone. There was a loud bang from somewhere in your room, so you prepared to turn on your lamp light, but you stopped. There was a bright light streaming from the underside of the door of the TARDIS, and you knew that your fears were justified. You didn’t think that The Master would actually leave you, but it seemed that that was what was happening.You quickly turned on your lamp then grabbed a robe and wrapped it around yourself tightly before running into the TARDIS. Thankfully the TARDIS opened for you and The Master didn’t notice you when you first stepped into his ship.

“You weren’t about to leave in the middle of the night were you? Especially on the night of our anniversary and without even leaving a note.” The Master jumped, shocked to hear your voice, but he recovered quickly.

“What makes you think that I am leaving?”

“I am not dumb, Koshei. Nearly every night, for the past month, you have been tinkering and planning in your TARDIS. I can read some Gallifreyan. I know that you are planning a revenge plan against The Doctor. This anniversary day and dinner was just the cherry on top of the cake. It’s obvious that you are about to leave.”

“It’s time for me to go, Y/N.”

“Then take me with you!”

“No, it's way too dangerous!” The Master raised his voice and stepped closer to you, but you didn’t back down.

“Why? Because you are going to be self sacrificing? You can show The Doctor the past without hurting yourself in the process.”

“How else is she supposed to understand my pain?”

“Master, if you have to kill yourself to prove a point, the arguement is officially not worth it.”

“I have to do this.”

“What about me? What were you expecting? Just leave me in the middle of the night and expect me to wait for months or years for you to return? To leave me agony and depression every day, like I did after you regenerated?”

“Wouldn’t you rather that option than to watch me die or vanish right before your eyes, like you did in Barton’s warehouse?” The two of you were close now, yelling in each other’s faces.

“I don’t want either. I don’t want you to die or disappear period. I want you here with me.” 

“I don’t belong on planet Earth, Y/N.”

“I don’t care about that. I don’t care what planet we are on, what galaxy, hell! I don’t even care if we stay in this universe. I just know that we were meant to be together, and I know that you know that, too. It’s supposed to be us. You don’t need to prove anything to The Doctor, because, ultimately, they’re not going to care. She will carry on traveling the universe trying to impress companions. I am here for you, and I just want to love and care for you!”

“I have to do this. I’m sorry. I love you, but I need to destroy her.” You had thought that you were further inside the TARDIS, but it turned out you weren’t. Making it very easy for The Master to quickly push you out of his TARDIS and close the door in your face. You recovered quickly and hit your fists against the wood of the wardrobe with tears streaming down your face. You tried to open the wardrobe again, but the TARDIS was dematerializing and you couldn’t properly grab a hold of the doorknob. Finally, The Master and his TARDIS were gone. You let yourself cry for a moment, defeated and staring at the space in your room where the wardrobe used to be, before an idea flashed into your head.

You ran back to your bedside table, almost tripping over your feet on the way there. You ripped your phone from it’s charger and frantically scrolled through the contacts in your phone until you found who you were looking for. 

“Pick up. Pick up. Pick up, please pick up!”

“Y/N!!! It’s great to hear from you! How are you feeling?” You tried to take a deep breath to push back your tears, but they continued to fall.

“Not the best.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you think you would be up for an adventure? That always used to cheer you up!”

“I want an adventure more than anything!”

“Brilliant! I’ll pick you up at 9:00 a.m. Now get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Oh, and Y/N, before I let you go, I’m happy to see you getting over The Master. If you want to talk about anything, the fam or I would be happy to listen.”

“Right.”

“Anyway, goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Doctor. See you then.” You heard The Doctor hang up so you moved to charge your phone again, then you fell back onto your bed. You rolled over to face The Master’s side of the bed and tears started to fall from your eyes again. You finally fell asleep, after a long cry, gripping the ring The Master gave you tightly in your hand.

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[carewyncromwell]

💕 for Ru and for Jacob Cromwell?

+pros+

💙 Ru is very happy with very little. They are the definition of "low-maintenance" when it comes to a lover -- you don't need to give them presents, coddling, or a lot of intimacy, so long as you're by their side. They also are rather self-sufficient and don't get hurt easily, so you forgetting anniversaries or needing time to yourself won't bother them in the least.

💙 On that note, though, Ru has a perfect lust for life! They'll want to share the whole world with you, every little detail of it, and record every wonderful memory with you.

💙 Ru might not be much of a charmer, but they are sincere and deathly loyal. You never have to doubt their feelings for you. And although Ru isn't a nurturing type at all, they care about you enough that they'll try very hard to work against that shortcoming and protect and take care of you.

💙 They actually are oddly sentimental, in their own weird way. Ru loves recording things through film and photographs because they want the world to remember you, as they do, even long after they die and are forgotten themselves.

💙 Ru is sharp as a whip and sassy as hell, so they'll really enjoy bantering with you. They also may or may not rope you into some good-natured "trouble" like playing a practical joke on someone or sneaking into the rafters of a theater to get a sneak peak at a new moving picture. 😏

💙 If you’re need of quiet time, Ru's got you covered. They don't see the need to "fill the space with worthless words," so they're very content to just lie beside you in bed and enjoy the silence of the early morning.

💙 Don't forget, Ru's a a shapeshifter! Once they get their collar off, you can be sure they'll turn into whatever you need, whether someone tall to help you reach something or a cat to curl up in your lap after a long day at work. Ru will also let you ride on their back in their real form, a privilege few witches and wizards ever experience.

+cons+

🌊 The biggest one is that Ru, as a Kelpie, will inevitably have a much shorter lifespan than you. You will outlive them, unless you die through unnatural means.

🌊 Ru = blunt and insensitive AF. If you prefer your lovers to be kind over honest, don't choose Ru.

🌊 Ru also can be really condescending and rude toward those people they view as uninteresting or conventional. They will very frequently "stick it to the man" just because they can and might be needlessly antagonistic, if you have friends or family members who disapprove of them or your relationship for whatever reason. They will not pacify or equivocate on their opinion, for just about any reason.

🌊 Ru isn't the most romantic person out there, so don't expect chocolate and flowers on Valentine's Day or love-filled poems and speeches. They might give you gifts now and again, but that will be rare -- gifts aren't second nature to them, and they're not the sort to gush about their partner to others either. They tend to get bored when others gush endlessly about their love lives, and they may not always have the best instincts about how to take care of you emotionally.

🌊 Yeah, on that note, this kiddo gets bored and impatient easily. Don't f*** around and sidestep big issues -- be upfront with Ru and don't waste their time.

🌊 Ru can't cook. At all. Don't let them near the stove, under any circumstances.

+pros+

💙 Unyielding, unquestioning loyalty. To quote a famous Bryan Adams song, this guy would “fight for you,” “lie for you,” “walk the wire for you,” or even “die for you.” 

💙 Jacob will want to be a family with you, whether by having kids with you or not. He’ll want you to know and be very comfortable with his mother and sister, and he’ll want to know and become very comfortable with your family too. Jacob’s always had a very small inner circle, but he loves very strongly and he wants to be close to you by also being close to the people in your life, just as he wants you to be close to the people in his life. 

💙 Jacob’s all about thrill-seeking, trying new things, and traveling to new places...and if you’re ever the least bit scared, he’ll have enough courage for both of you. 

💙 This guy is also a real smart cookie, excelling in just about every branch of magic and having a broad scientific base of knowledge too! If you’re studying just about anything or need someone to look over a paper before you turn it in, he’s got your back. 

💙 Jacob is a total nerd, so when it comes to you nerding out about your interests, he’ll be all over it. He’ll want to know everything about your interests and he’ll want to share all of his with you too. 

💙 Jacob will want to solve all of your problems. If you suffer from severe cramps during your time of the month, or deal with chronic migraines, or are struggling with finding a good binder, no worries -- this guy will use his big brain to do whatever he can to make your life easier. His flair for problem-solving with both magical and Muggle means served him well when he had to help Muggle-borns hide from the Ministry during the Second Wizarding War too. 

💙 Along with a lover, you also get a bodyguard. Jacob will f*** up anybody who messes with you, whether with his rapier wit, his fists, or his extensive knowledge of spells. 

💙 If you like physical intimacy and PDA, Jacob’s your guy. He’s not always smart when it comes to expressing his emotions, but he will make it very clear how much he loves you based on how he’ll flirt with you in public, and he’ll always be up for any cuddling you initiate. 

💙 Jacob’s got a very handsome singing voice. He will serenade you without even being asked, whether a doofy romantic song to make you blush or a more seductive number in bed. If you like singing too, then Jacob will be over the moon at the thought of singing duets with you!!

💙 Jacob is also pretty capable in the kitchen! He’ll be happy to brew you alcoholic drinks and cook you a full breakfast spread. 

+cons+

🖼 Jacob is a book-smart, people-dumb spaceman -- meaning he is as dense as a ROCK when it comes to picking up on other people’s feelings. His talent for Legilimency (shared with Carewyn) makes it easy for him to predict people’s actions before they happen, but it doesn’t give him any insight about how people tick or ability to place himself in someone else’s shoes. It will take forever for him to even figure out he’s sweet on you, and even when you two get together, you’ll have to be upfront with him, if you want him to pick up on your emotional state.

🖼 Jacob has a really hot temper and a super overprotective streak -- you will sometimes have to hold him back to keep him from starting fights. 

🖼 Considering Jacob is only 5′7″, it’s very possible you will be around his height or taller. If you are taller than him, be careful -- Jacob’s very sensitive about his height, and he’ll get prickly if he’s reminded of that fact too much. Let him be the big spoon in bed most of the time and that might cushion his ego.

🖼 For a Ravenclaw who values wisdom and logic, this guy NEVER looks before he leaps. He’ll constantly be jumping into situations recklessly and you’ll have to play the voice of reason. Jacob’s also kind of arrogant, so it makes him sometimes overestimate his own capabilities and underestimate the problems he faces. This can then result in him getting in way over his head and you having to come to his rescue. 

🖼 Jacob still has nightmares about being trapped in the Portrait Vault. Be ready for some accidental punches and kicks in bed every-so-often when he’s trying to “escape” the nightmare and to cuddle with him for a while until he stops shaking. (He’ll brew you some Healing potion if he hurts you. 💔)

🖼 Jacob’s disorganized as all get-out. Sorry, but you’ll have to deal with this guy falling asleep at his desk at odd hours and not keeping his side of the closet tidy. 

🖼 Jacob’s inner demons can often make him feel like a burden to the people around him, hence why he tries very hard to be useful and all-knowing to the people he cares about. You’ll need to be gentle with him when his demons rear their ugly head, even if he won’t always be very smart about how best to be gentle with you.

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#dating ask #jacob cromwell #ru ollivander #about jacob #about ru #lol recycled art #honestly even if jacob loves duncan and always will I could see him dating after duncan passes on #I mean hell the poor guy lives decades without duncan and he isn't really the type to be okay on his own #so if anyone wants to hit on jacob c go for it XDDD #as for ru come on we know this is for estrid's frame of reference >3

[h-styles-babes]

SIX

Despite the air conditioning that kept the house cool against the muggy heat of the day, the vents pumping air into the studio didn’t seem to work quite as well as everywhere else. While Sia typically liked to wear something cozy and relaxed while she was sat down at the board and recording with an artist, it was far too hot to be in her joggers and a tee. Instead, she stayed in the cut off shorts and cropped halter top she’d been wearing throughout the rest of the day. She’d gone into town earlier on one of the bikes in order to get herself a smoothie, brining back one for Alex, since he’d so kindly asked. Carrying two cups on her ride back hadn’t been the most easy thing she’d done, but she’d done it without any mishaps.

When she arrived back at the house, there were four extra people milling about, as well as some fancy-looking cameras that probably cost more than Sia would make this year. She’d nearly forgotten Jeff’s warning that there would probably be a camera crew following the recording process, since Ben Winston wanted to document the whole thing for a short film. Sia knew Ben really well, considering she’d been just as acquainted with him as Harry had while they were still together. Ben was one of the few famous people in Harry’s life that she actually liked, because he was so much of an older brother and best friend to Harry. So seeing him hanging out and laughing with Alex brightened her mood, but also put a bit of a damper on it when she realized she hadn’t seen him since she and Harry had ended things. Which, of course, put a sour twinge to her mood.

“Ah, Sia! You’re back,“ Alex acknowledged, watching her set down her bag and push her sunglasses off her nose and up onto her head. “Thanks, hon,” he mumbled as Sia handed him his smoothie. “This is Ben Winston, the director and producer that’s working to film this whole thing.”

“We’re familiar,” Sia mumbled, glancing over at Ben as she took a sip of her own drink. The sweet strawberries and tangy kiwis suddenly tasted like ash in her mouth. She rued the day Harry Styles’ fuck up tainted every aspect of her life.

“Sia, yeh look good,” Ben acknowledged, not hesitating to pull her into a hug. Sia couldn’t help but wrap her free arm around Ben’s waist and grip onto his t-shirt. His hugs were nearly as comforting as Harry’s once were. He smelled just like he always had, and she found comfort in the slow rising and lowering of his chest as he breathed.

“How yeh doin’, Ben? How’s Mer?”

“Pregnant,” he chuckled. Sia’s face lit up with the news, congratulating him. “She’s due in December.”

“Oh, god. How excitin’!” Sia cheered, forgetting her much-wanted smoothie on the counter. She pulled Ben into another, more enthusiastic hug. “You’re gonna be a dad! Holy shit!”

She honestly couldn’t believe it, but it was something that she could see Ben was going to be good at. He’d always been the responsible, sensible—yet fun and easy-going—one in their little gaggle of friends. She could see him smashing it as a father, and she was honestly so excited for them. Meredith was going to make a great mother, as well. She’d always been one of the people Sia turned to when she needed comfort and some sound advice.

The announcement of the pregnancy also sent a twinge through Sia, but she pushed it away and focused in on her excitement instead. This was a good thing for some of the most generous, lovely people she knew in the business. They deserved the best wishes when it came to the rest of the pregnancy and their impending parenthood.

“I know, crazy, right?” Ben chuckled, returning her embrace. “Figure I’ve gotten enough practice with Harry over the last few years, though.”

The joke made Sia want to laugh and cry at the same time. There was an instant flash of nostalgia and longing for the way that her and Harry used to be. They were the couple that was always having fun and being the most true to themselves they could possibly be. Harry had always told her that she kept him grounded when it would have been so easy to let the lifestyle he found himself in carry him away and make him someone he wasn’t. But she was always there to make sure he didn’t grow up faster than necessary, and she was a lot of the reason why he was able to still be obnoxious and goofy when he was a teenager, instead of the sophisticated adult everyone always expected him to be.

“He’s definitely a handful sometimes,” Sia agreed, instead of letting herself get choked up with emotion.

Ben’s shoulders sagged a bit and his smile turned somber. “We miss you, Sia. He misses you.”

Sia’s lip curled. “He’s sure got a funny way of showin’ it. Somehow, hands on the arse and tongue in the mouth of some wannabe model don’t really scream ‘I miss yeh, Sia.’ Call me crazy.”

Ben pouted. “That’s not fair.”

“Save it, Ben,” she snapped. “He’s a grown man. He doesn’t need you or anyone else explainin’ his actions.”

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m not sure what’s going on, really, but I just got a text from Harry saying he’s ready whenever we are.”

Both Ben and Sia sighed in unison, releasing the tension that had built around them. Leave it to Harry Styles to create an awkward standoff between his ex-girlfriend and one of the only men in his friend group that she actually liked. This was not the way she wanted this whole thing to go.

As Alex walked away, Sia turned to Ben. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at yeh. Harry’s still just a sore subject, yeh know?”

“I know, babe,” Ben agreed, reaching out to rub a comforting hand along her shoulder. “I promise not to butt in anymore. Let’s go make the lad more money, shall we?”

Sia barked out a laugh as she followed Ben into the studio.

~*~*~*~

After what everyone could deem a successful first day of recording—Sia had avoided being snippy with or yelling at Harry, and Harry didn’t address her unless absolutely necessary—, Sia crashed into bed, not to be woken until nearly eight the next morning. There was the soft sound of Fleetwood Mac coming from the kitchen, and Sia followed it out, padding with bare feet on the hardwood floors.

When she entered the kitchen, she saw Mitch standing at the stove, what smelled like eggs and sausage sizzling in a pan. There was also fresh coffee in the pot, a bottle of creamer and a jar of sugar already sat out beside it.

“Mornin’ Mitch,” Sia greeted, heading straight for the coffee.

She pulled down a mug as the man responded in kind, glancing over his shoulder at her and blushing slightly when he saw that she was only wearing very snug sleep shorts and a t-shirt that was cut down the sides, exposing part of the side of her breast. Mitch was sure the display wasn’t purposeful, but he still looked away quickly to avoid being caught staring. Both out of respect to Sia and to whatever weird relationship Harry and Sia had. He didn’t know any of the details, except for what Sia had told him about knowing Harry for awhile, and the weird dynamic they had in the studio the day before. It hadn’t hindered the recording process at all, but the tension between the two was palpable, and only Ben seemed to be privy to it. Mitch was curious, but he was never going to ask outright. He figured someone would clue him in eventually, but if not, he’d just brush aside his curiosity.

Sia took a seat at the bar stool across from where Mitch was making his breakfast. “How’s it goin’, Mitchell?” she asked, taking a sip of her coffee. “Enjoyin’ recordin’ yet?”

“I just have to play a guitar all day,” he shrugged, flipping his omelet so that it folded in half. “What’s there not to like? And everyone’s nice.”

“Well, we try,” Sia chuckled. “Don’t wanna scare away the newbies.”

“How long have you been doing this?”

“I’m fresh out of uni, so only about a year. I’ve been working for Jeff since March, though. How long have yeh been playin’?”

“Pretty much since I could hold a guitar.”

And that’s how Mitch and Sia started off their friendship. They talked through Mitch giving the omelet he already made to Sia, who protested until Mitch just set it in front of her and proceeded to make another one for himself. They talked about their experiences in the music industry thus far and how they were liking it in Jamaica so far. Mitch mentioned not having been around the island much yet, and Sia offered to take him around, since she had had the extra days to explore a bit. They spent the morning joking and telling stories over their breakfasts, greeting everyone else when they woke and started filling out the house.

Harry was the last in the kitchen, but it was obvious he’d been up much longer. He looked freshly showered, and Sia was sure he’d been out for a run earlier in the morning, possibly also a work out. Harry tried to start his days off with a run and a work out. It’d been his thing since he was about eighteen years old. It was a way that he was able to keep a sort of routine while he’d travelled so much. Looks like some things never changed.

“Mornin’ everyone,” he greeted chirpily. Everyone greeted him just as happily, and Sia forced a smile on her face, more for everyone else’s sake than her own. She didn’t want anyone else to be privy to the weird tension that lingered between her and Harry. Whether or not they were aware of their past relationship—not including Ben—, none of them seemed to be the wiser about the fiery end to their relationship, and she’d like to keep it that way.

The rest of the morning goes smoothly, and they all have plans to be back in the studio by eleven, so everyone goes about their morning routines before reconvening in the studio. Ellen called Sia just a half hour before she’s due back in the studio. It was the mid-afternoon in London, so Sia wasn’t surprised by the time of the call. She was sure her friend was either on a break from work or had headed in early. She did that sometimes, seeing as her work could be done just as well at home as in the office. Being an assistant editor had its perks sometimes, she supposed.

Ellen and Sia hadn’t spoken since the day Sia had arrived on the island. Between being surprised by Harry’s appearance in her life—yet again—and being busy with the actual job she was sent there to do, she hadn’t had much time to vent to her best friend. So the call was very welcome, and she let out the biggest sigh as soon as she answered.

“El, yeh won’t believe my fuckin’ luck!” she groaned.

“Well, hello to you, too, Anastasia dear,” Ellen joked, a tutting to her voice.

“Yes, hello, Ellen love. Good afternoon.”

“Good morning. Now, tell me about your fuckin’ luck.”

“Guess who’s the mysterious artist that I’ve got to be working with for the next several weeks? And yeh can’t tell anybody when I tell yeh, ‘cause I don’t think I’m supposed to be lettin’ this out.”

“Who the fuck am I gonna tell? Dear Mrs. Jones, the seventy year old that I work for, who listens to Dolly Parton every damn minute of the day? Or my mostly male colleagues that look like they strictly listen to fifties classics or classical music?” El scoffed.

“Point taken,” Sia agreed. “Anyway! Do yeh want to know?”

“Of course I want to know, yeh donut! Tell me! I’m dying from curiosity—oi! Wanker! Fuckin’ watch where you’re goin’, will yeh? Jesus.” Sia couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious tirade against someone that probably nearly ran into her on the sidewalk or something. “Nobody fuckin’ pays attention to pedestrians here, I swear. Anyway! Tell me, Sia!”

“It’s Harry,” Sia blurted, unable to keep it under wraps any longer. She needed her best friend to sympathize with her and to be able to vent to her and just let it all out. She’d been going a bit stir crazy having to keep all her emotions toward being around Harry to herself. While she could vent a bit to Ben, there was always the possibility that it would get back to Harry. And though Harry had to know about how she felt toward him, he didn’t need to know it in detail when they were both working towards avoiding to each other as much as possible.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding,” Ellen gawped. “I was just jokin’ about that. I didn’t know I was gonna jinx it!”

“I know. I couldn’t believe it, either,” Sia agreed with a deep sigh. “I came back to the house after going into town, and none other than Harry fucking Styles was stood in the living room, only in a towel, fresh from the shower!”

“He’s still attractive, isn’t he?” El cringed.

“He is! The fuckin’ wanker. Even more so since he’s all filled out from workin’ on that bloody movie. Can’t fuckin’ stand it.” Sia really was upset about how good the man looked. It was like he was trying to make her so turned on that it was upsetting her. Because despite how much animosity Sia still had toward him for what he did to her, she couldn’t deny that he was still the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. That innate part of her that found Harry to be absolutely stunning paid no mind to the other part of her that rationally knew that she shouldn’t be attracted to him anymore. And that part of her was a bitch.

“How’s it goin’ so far?” Ellen asked, genuinely concerned that Sia had possibly shouted at him in front of the others already. She may dislike Harry, but she’d positively hate it if she ever embarrassed either of them in front of work associates like that.

“Alright,” Sia said, shrugging, even though El couldn’t see it. She almost wished they were FaceTiming. “He tried talkin’ to me when we first ran into each other, but I couldn’t really stand it. We’re steering clear of each other aside from when we’re workin’. It’s only day two of recordin’, so time will tell.”

“I believe in yeh,” El said with a definitive nod. “Just get through these few weeks, get your name on that album, and get the hell out of Dodge. You’ll thank yourself for it in the end.”

“I know. I’m just gonna stay out of his way as much as possible, and hopefully he extends the same courtesy from now on.”

“That’s all we can hope for. Make him a kick arse album and be done with him. I can hear how stressed out yeh are already.”

“I think I spotted a grey after my shower yesterday,” Sia joked.

“Shut up,” El laughed. “Call me tomorrow before yeh start recordin’. I expect daily updates from now on.”

“Promise. Talk to yeh later, babes.”

“Bye bye, love.”

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[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 17

Ah, right. We left off with Ross being arrested for Hughes’ murder. And something tells me that the Goths having a member who can literally walk right into Central undetected, to say nothing of the Fuhrer himself being a Goth, means that the deck’s stacked against her.

Yup, Ross is in an interrogation room, a scowling MP just dropped a deformed bullet onto the table. The very one that killed Brigadier General Hughes. Ok, so what if it’s the same caliber as her pistol? This is the military, everyone’s gonna have the same firearm. What about the ballistic fingerprinting? Fire a round from her gun, and see if it matches with the killing round. Unless the Goths stole her gun for the murder and then returned it… Oh! Well that’s pretty damning - a requisition form for a single bullet. But that shot was fired to defend Ed… at the “unmanned” Fifth Laboratory that’s now a pile of rubble. An eyewitness? Bleh, that’s right, they would have seen Ross (or Gracia, but I’m assuming Envy switched back to Ross afterwards) leaving the scene. But who saw her? Paperwork that she fired one bullet around the time of the shooting, an eyewitness saw (someone looking like) her leaving the murder scene, and her only defense is family testimony that she wasn’t there that day. Yikes. Ok ok, she doesn’t have a good alibi, but what about motive? Why would Ross of all people want to kill Hughes? Explain that, copper! Outside, Armstrong’s been turned away from seeing Ross while she’s being questioned. And then Brosh comes running up. Ouch. He’s confirming Ross’ story, saying he fired a single round at the Fifth Laboratory too, but everyone’s ignoring his report. Armstrong wonders if the Conspiracy is trying to frame Ross for the murder. Episode 17 - “Cold Flame” Winry’s still looking sad, cleaning Al’s armor and remarking how up close she can see all sorts of dings and scratches. Al’s brrrrr, sorry, bit silly and creepy at the same time to see headless Al just calmly polishing his helmet. All Al can do is give a weak chuckle at the comment. Aw, why must my babies be upset? Winry asks Ed what their next move is. Ed doesn’t know. [Flashback!Elicia]: “Mommy… please don’t cry.” NO. BAD SHOW. VERY BAD SHOW. Ed asks what Winry thinks. The mechanic is surprised that Ed’s actually asking her for advice. Damnit, stop being melancholy, show. I don’t want to listen to Winry’s voice shake as she talks about the brother’s digging up dangerous information that could get them killed. [Winry]: “I mean, you could die… I’d still be here, and you’d just suddenly not be there anymore. Like my mom and dad.” GUH. Would you quit it, show? Stop being so Leto-damn depressing! So to sum up, Winry’s torn between supporting their goal to get their bodies back, but also wanting them safe and alive. In the end, she really doesn’t know what they should do. THANK you, Al! Little bro teases Winry about how nice she’s being, lightens the mood at the expense of a few more dings and scratches. Good for you, little guy. In the Warehouse, Falman and Barry are playing chess when the newspaper comes by, no question what the main story’s going to be. Yup, Falman takes one look at the paper and jumps to the phone. Ed’s in his room, going over his notes when WHAM Al bursts through the door with the newspaper. Wait, convicted?! The brothers rush out to see someone in charge. In prison, oh hey it’s Ling! Who’s complaining about his ID cuffs, while chatting up the guard. Wait, only 15? Huh, I was thinking early 20’s. Running guards? Intruder? Oh, the Ninjas must have finally tracked down their wayward master. Although the music’s a bit spooky… NOPE, not the ninjas! It’s Barry! How did he get out of the Warehouse? He’s just striding forward, bullets bouncing off of him.

Even Ling’s guard with a high-power rifle just knocks his helmet off. Crap, run red-shirts, ru- wait, he knocked them out? [Barry]: “This would be a lot more fun if I was allowed to cut ‘em up.” Oh! It’s a prison break! With the conspiracy framing Ross, Roy’s crew sent Barry to bust her out! How in the world did they convince him not to kill innocents, though? Ling asks the Soul Armor to let him out, Barry almost walks by, but picks up on Ling being from Xing. That opens the door for some reason, and Barry tells the Prince to go with him. Hey Ross, wanna leave this dump? Of course Barry has to be unnecessarily creepy breaking her out, but shows her the paper and offers an escape. After a bit of despairing about a life of crime and apologizing to her parents, Ross is heading for freedom. And methinks Barry has yet another crush on a tough lady. The Inquisitor gets news on the jailbreak, orders the men to scour the city for her and her violent accomplice (what, doesn’t Ling get any love?). Along with shoot to kill orders if she “resists”. Cue picture of Angry Roy donning gloves. So wait, was this your plan, or did your crew do this on their own? The escaped convicts are running through the alleyways, when oh hai Elric Brothers! [Al/Barry]: “Ah! You’re that guy!” Aw crap, the Elrics are trying to figure out what’s going on, but Barry’s irritated at them being slowed down, orders Ross to run to the Warehouse while he holds them off. Ross has to run into the darkness as the Elrics call after her, asking about Hughes. Aargh. Ok, ok, miscommunication continues to stand in the way of a good time, but as long as Ross can get to the- oh. Oh crap. [Pissed-off!Roy]: “You’re Maria Ross… right?” Roy. Roy, just hold on RoY ROY NO WHAT THE FUCK ROY That was an explosion. Um. Al’s arrived to find Roy facing away from a burnt… body. Um. Was Roy in on the plan? Part of me is thinking that this is a decoy, convince the authorities that Ross is dead (oh jeez this is gonna kill Brosh). And once “they got her” Barry was quick to run away… but if Roy wasn’t in on the plan? Then he was facing down the person that was convicted of murdering his friend. I honestly don’t know which way the show will go. ...those are the burnt ID cuffs. W 6186 Maria Ross. Kinda leaning towards Situation #2 here. Mid-show cards ID the Inquisitor as Henry Douglas. Back in the alleyway, Ed oh dear he’s charging Roy. And Roy just decked him. [Roy, adjusting collar]: “You threaten a superior officer?” Maybe he’s just acting so detached? If the Conspiracy is listening in, then Roy has to act the good soldier, following the “shoot to kill” order. Even if it means standing over the possible charred corpse of a friend of the Elrics. Leto, these poor boys. The MP have arrived, taking pictures of the evidence while Douglas demands an explanation from Colonel Mustang. Who has no chill as he questions if one of Roy’s crew helped her escape, just so that Roy could kill her personally. Roy calmly says such speculation is best avoided. All while the Elrics sit quietly against the alley wall, Ed glaring daggers at Roy. At the hotel, Armstrong’s apologizing to the boys for not telling them about the murder sooner, tries comforting Ed when he says that it was his fault. Wait, doctor? Ah it’s the hospital, not the hotel. Aaaaand the doc says while the body was almost completely destroyed, the dental work says… it was Maria Ross. Um. The Doc proceeds to chide Roy for turning her into charcoal, while Roy just sits on a bench and says nothing. [Doc]: “Is the vengeance as sweet as you imagined it?” Roy gets up to leave, when Armstrong… [Armstrong, trembling with emotion]: “Colonel… Please allow me to apologize for one of my own officer’s actions. I could never have imagined that Second Lieutenant Ross would commit such a heinous murder. She was so straightforward and earnest… compassionate… A truly fine officer!” Armstrong’s glaring at this point. Argh, if this is all an elaborate ruse to get Ross away, then Armstrong doesn’t know about it, does he? He’s not in Roy’s crew. So from his perspective while he speculated that Ross was framed, he believes Ross was killed by Roy in vengeance for Hughes. Roy just tells Armstrong that he looks fatigued, recommends he take some leave back where he was. No big city noise, and lots of beautiful women. Is… is that his way of saying Ross was sent east? Or just Roy being the womanizer from the shorts? Monsters in cages, Envy is meeting with the Goths and letting them know about Ross’ fate. Lust is irritated that the plan to keep Roy amiable fell through, but Envy points out that he shouldn’t be distracted with Hughes’ murder being free now, and that there’s a bonus of his crew not trusting him anymore. Cue Riza putting a request for leave on Roy’s desk. Ok, still hoping beyond hope that it’s a ruse, but if it’s not, if Riza’s leaving to get away from a murdering boss for a while… Leto. Roy approves the request and Riza briskly leaves, slamming the door behind her. Wait, Roy’s smiling? Please tell me… Barry’s humming while he sharpens his cleavers, Falman’s freaking out over Barry going out on his own? Crap, if there was a plan Falman wasn’t in on it? Oh, and Barry brought back Ling as well! Who’s building a signal fire/cooking a fish oh hey Ninjas, nice of you two to finally show up. [Snarky!Ling]: “Wow… Impressive response time.” Poor Falman. Roy’s chatting on his office phone, to Elizabeth? Wait, who’s this? Why does Roy call her when Riza’s not around? Where’s this character coming from, messing up my ship? In any case, Roy’s paperwork gremlins are irritated as Roy natters about how he hasn’t had a day off since he got to Central, invites Lizzie on a fishing trip. Sudden bombastic military music as the Blonde Trio lounge in their room, Ed goes to answer the door and SUDDEN MIGHTY ARMSTRONG PUNCH what the Leto. Ed’s sent sprawling as The Mighty Armstrong strides in and picks the boy up, announces that his automail is broken and says he’ll escort him to Resembool immediately for repairs. I am just as confused as Ed right now. The Mighty Armstrong glares directly at Al, saying that he’d stand out too much so he must remain in Central. Wait why are you breaking up the Brothers? What on earth is going on here? If The Mighty Armstrong needed an excuse to take Ed somewhere, was saying that his arm needed repairs while standing next to his mechanic and telling his brother that he’d stand out in his own hometown really the best one? The Mighty Armstrong’s carrying our Protagonist through the hotel foyer like a sack of flour, says that he can’t put the boy down because of his orders. From “him”? Cut to Roy being told that The Mighty Armstrong and Ed are on the train, causing him to smirk and think that “everyone’s out of the way.” What is going on?! Is Ross dead or not?! In the Goth Cage Room, Envy’s passes on a sketch of Barry as the one who orchestrated the breakout. No direct connection to the Colonel known, but Envy bets that he was the one behind it. Doesn’t know where Barry is though, complains that he’s short on manpower. Are these chimeras finally going to get play, then? Wait, what? [Lust]: “Looks like you’re finally on… Barry the Chopper.” [Humanoid in cage with bone-skull-mask-thing]: “Graaaah!” Hold up, did the Goth’s kinda-sorta resurrect Barry? But his soul’s still in the armor! Or is it like a soulless clone, a chimera copy? Oh crap if they can make chimera clones, as much as I freak out about having a shapeshifter the ability to make evil copies of our heroes has the potential to be much worse.

Well, I’m lost! I honestly can’t tell if Ross is dead or not, I mean how do you fake dental work? I suppose the Doc could have been in on the scheme, but if Roy isn’t even telling The Mighty Armstrong about the plan then I doubt he’d bring in anyone else. If she’s not dead then please let us know soon for me and the poor kids’ nerves, if she is dead then what the hell show.

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 17

[creative-poptart]

UF and SF skeletons with an S/O that leaves them small gifts that she made. S/O is just really creative but also figgity so the reason she does her crafts for them and her job because she has to keep her hands busy.

This is honestly super adorable, and while I don’t do this myself, I know a few people who do!

UF Sans/Red: So he’s already probably thinking that the fidgeting is really cute because oh my goodness you can’t sit still what that’s so cute. It’s not really that the alternative isn’t cute, but the fact that you always have to be doing something is just that extra bit cute. When you fiddle with your clothes, fingers, or even a sheet of paper, he likes to watch your hands. There’s something that relaxes him just a little bit more when he sees that you’re doing what you normally do, and he likes to see anything you can make. Assuming that you like to make origami, he’s going to bring you some general ideas after he figures out what that means. The little folds and creases used on a small slip of paper just to make something so delicate and fantastic is amazing to him and he wants to keep watching. Red can’t do any of it himself, because his phalanges are pretty sharp, but he’s happy when you do it. Once the little gifts start appearing in places he frequents and with his name on it, he’s internally cooing over the cuteness. He’s got his favorites on his desk and the others carefully stored in a little box with your name on it. It really brightens up his day to see a small paper figure at his spot on the table or somewhere he can get it, so please don’t stop leaving him gifts.

“got ‘nother one fer me t’have? aww, thanks sweetheart, yer the best, can i put it up on m’wall as a reminder ‘a you?”

UF Papyrus/Fell: He can’t stand to see people fidgeting on a regular basis, and in the Underground that would’ve gotten you a bone through the foot. He can tolerate it for your sake, but the fact that you have something that can keep you at bay for a little while longer with less fidgeting is something that relaxes him a bit more. Even though he hates people who can’t be idle-handed for two seconds, he finds it really interesting how you move your fingers in the times when you need to move. There’s all sorts of patterns that you try to make out, and he tries to guess which ones you’ll pull out next or which one you’re in the process of making. If there’s no rhyme or reason to your fidgeting, Fell is still likely to watch, if only to try and puzzle out why you need to do that. When little presents in the form of paper animals and flowers start to show up for him, he’s a little confused at first. He might throw them out by accident on the first few sets because he thinks they’re probably stray scraps of paper someone didn’t toss, but once you explain what they are, he’s very remorseful, though he will hesitate to show how much. Needless to say though, he really likes the origami and though it won’t be displayed with the level of detail that his action figures are, he will put them somewhere he can look at them daily.

“ANOTHER TINY PAPER FIGURE FOR ME TO ADD TO THE COLLECTION? MOST EXCELLENT! I HAVE THE PERFECT SPOT FOR THIS ONE!

SF Sans/Black: Right from the get go, before you even start dating him, Black is aware that your fidgeting is an indicator of how you feel. The more you move, the better you are, generally speaking. If for some reason you stop moving around and fidgeting, there’s an issue and he needs to talk to you about it. He’s extremely perceptive to the people around him, but there’s no need for him to disclose that information all the time. Most of the time, if he ends up watching you twitch and move around in small ways, he’s watching to judge how you’re doing that day. Surprisingly, he can gain a lot of info off of how much, how little, or the ways that you move about in the span of a minute. He really likes to watch you move, because it’s a small comfort to see you moving around and active, it shows you’re still alive. The minute that he sees a tiny paper crane or something similar on his work desk, he has to take a minute to go and talk to you. There is no way you were able to make something this cool and amazing!! However, when you tell him how you did it, he’ll demand that you show him, and he wants to learn how to do it too. Be patient with him, because he’s going to get frustrated very easily by all the little notches and the holes he accidentally tears into the paper. Maybe he should just stick to letting you handle that....

“YOU HAVE CRAFTED A NEW TYPE OF THIS PAPER FOLDING? SHOW ME! I WANT TO SEE EXACTLY HOW YOU MANAGED TO MAKE A TIGER THIS TINY!!”

SF Papyrus/Rus: Any sort of continual movement with you is something that he focuses in on with rapt attention. He’s aware that you need to keep yourself busy so you don’t lose focus and end up doing something stupid, but he really loves to watch how you move. In that singular small motion or set of motions, he knows that there is something you are thinking about and ready to act on. Rus isn’t stupid, he gets to observe and learn all the little quirks about your twitching, and he knows how you operate based off of that. You’re never really sure if he’s watching because he wants to see what you’re doing, but you also understand that he needs that small bit of comfort in seeing you do that. When you start to leave him little presents on his desk or his part of the table, he instantly scopes you out so that he can wrap you up in his affections. The Underground wasn’t known for gift giving really, so to get a gift, especially since you two began to date is a little astounding. He really doesn’t quite get what to do with them, but the spirit is most definitely there. He keeps them in their own little containers and marks a little date on the corner of when he receives them, smiling every single time he looks at them. They function as a great little reminder that you still love and care for him.

“aw angel, that’s way too sweet of you to make me a little lily. c’mere, i gotta little extra love in me for that new addition to the batch.”

#undertale #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #underfell #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #swapfell #anon ask #poptartasks #tarts answers

[pacifistofpatience]

What they collect

((Ive had this in my Word Doc for a while and wanted to get it out))

Undertale

Sans- Old video games. Like…the very first few (and their consoles) It started when he was still in the underground and they showed up in the dump. A lot of them never worked but he thought they looked kind of cool and hung on to them. Then, one day, this whole pile of the same exact game washed up. Some of them survived the fall so he gathered them up and kept them in his lab.

He eventually got one to play, and the game was so gosh darned terrible that he couldn’t not fall in love.

Papyrus- Snow globes. For what it was worth Papyrus enjoyed his time in Snowdin and, while he would never want to go back to the underground when he has this Wonderful world to explore, there are a lot of good memories he associates with the place. When he shakes one of his snow globes it reminds him of his friends and family.

(A memory of a snowy day when he was just a little baby bones, of rolling a ball of snow bigger then himself trying to make the perfect snowdude. Of Sans helping him to push it. Of them putting this lopsided creature together and him standing proudly, beaming at the creation he and his brother made together…

And then the offended squawk he made as a Snowball hit him directly in the face, Sans laughter echoing throughout Snowdin.)

Underswap

Sky- Comic books! Stories of heroes going on adventures and saving the day is totally his thing! He’s inevitably dragged into the movies as well, and then he learns about cosplay and cons and people like him that love dressing up and! How could he not?!

He drags Pappy to a lot of the cons dressed up as some sort of superhero duo. Pappy happy to follow along as the Bucky to his Capitan America. Or Robin to his Batman (And these hot pants some of them wear? Are kind of nice…) They become well known in the community because Sans has a habit of just…Lifting v heavy things he shouldn’t in an attempt to stay in character.

Pappy- Pappy likes Vinyl Records. Living with Sky meant there was always noise in the house so when it’s silent he gets a little nervous. He used to combat that by leaving the TV on, or playing music with an old MP3 he found in the dump (and he did find vinyl’s, but usually by the time they made it to the dump they were ruined)

He loves to hear the soft hum of Frank Sinatra from the other room and has, on more then one occasion, woken up to the music skipping.

Underfell

Red- Coins, occasionally the stay dollar. The underground just has a bunch of lumps of gold that they used but on the surface there’s all these different kinds of money! And they can be converted and traded in for different money!? How cool is that! The coins are small too, so he can carry them around as soft of a…comfort?

And look at this dollar! It smells like maple syrup!

Boss- Stayed true to his roots and began to collect action figures. A lot of his old ones were either thrown out or…broken beyond repair long before he  became Captain of the Royal Guard. Once they hit the surface (and once he knew another war wasn’t brewing) they started to catch his eye again. The first one he bought was from some random thrift shop Sans had brought him to and it avalanched from there.

He’s… a little embarrassed (They’re TOYS! He’s an ADULT Skeleton!) and because of that he keeps them hidden in a box in his closet. He takes very good care of them and learned how to fix them up a little.

Swapfell

Black- it takes black a very long time to find something that just…clicks with him. He’s a busy skeleton and doesn’t have time for trivial things such as that.

Then one day he received this…card in the mail. It’s not a bill, and its not something from the government about monster rights and all that, but it’s addressed to him. When he opens it, he’s greeted with a picture of a cat with its head stuck in a slice of bread with the words “Bread-y for the day!” and Alphys chicken scratch on the inside.

It’s so Stars dammed stupid! the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen! He shoves it in one of the empty draws of his work desk and leaves it there.

And then another comes, and another, and then his birthday happens and suddenly a years gone by and the drawer is filled to the brim!

Rus- Oh gosh. He’s a little shy about it but Rus started… well he started collecting dice. On surface he started finding all these different colors and was fascinated by them! As an artist himself he admired a lot of the more detailed ones, and has probably tried casting some himself with mixed results.

Some! Even! Look! Like Candy! How could he not?!

Horrotale

Jupiter- Can I borrow a HC from @popatochisssp and go with their idea? After reading Fur A Good Time Call I can’t see him collecting anything aside from rocks/gemstones. This nerd has so many of them and knows the actual scientific name of every single one!

(And he has totally used the whole “rocks in my skull” joke waaayyy too many times)

Lol I don’t wanna say much about this because FAGTC has influenced me a lot, so if you wanna know more about it I suggest you read the fic (It’s the best soft horrortale fic and made me fall in love with this big soft boi.)

Mars- Seashells. He remembers reaching the surface for the first time, and not too long after receiving a chance to see the breathtaking beauty of the roaring waves hitting a sandy shore. How there was still so much world to discover past the horizon (and how the sun set so beautifully with it) and looking down for a moment to find those little shells everywhere. That these fragile things probably traveled the world and still made it there. They’re a little broken but they’re still stunning in their own way and…

He keeps a jar full of them on their living room table at home. Sometimes Sans will sneak a rock in there just to see if he notices.

#my posts #text #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale #Sans #Papryus #US!Sans #us!papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #SF!Sans #SF!Papyrus #ht!papyrus #ht!sans #q

[greensleevesredlipstick]

new life, new love || Anne

just got a fic request for this, big time shout out to @abithemusical​!!! im actually obsessed with the prompt so im really excited to write this!! this is my second fic ever so ill take any advice anyone might have!!! anywayssss here we go!!

anne had a lot of feelings about being resurrected. After all, she had a hell of a lot left to say after henry’s brutalization. she always had to have the last word, and her final fight was no different. She couldn’t be more eager for the chance to speak her truth to the world.

all that was well and dandy but when it came to her personal life, Anne couldn’t be more confused. first of all, she was devastated to have left Elizabeth behind. although she knew she hadn't abandoned her daughter, starting a new life without her sure felt like it. no amount of research praising elizabeth’s action’s would make her feel better that her baby had to grow up with only Henry to protect her. she shuddered. 

then, there was the other aspect. seeing how her last relationship went, Anne wasn't surprised that she was wary to find another man. but that was beginning to be the problem. Anne wasn’t sure that she wanted a man. 

she watched as the other queens, now her sisters, started to adjust to the new time. although everyone had changed it was her cousin, Katherine, who's new development had most fascinated her. Kat, the queen rumored to a slut who had slept with many men as a child, was no longer interested in that. pretty soon after they came back, in fact, Kat came out to the family as gay. her and an alternate for the queens, Genesis, started dating. Anne really admired Kat’s bravery in coming out to her new family. But as more and more time passed, Anne started to wonder if she admired Kat for other reasons. While none of the other queens were in relationships, they had each gone on a date or two, and Cleves had been rumored to have a one-night stand after a particularly wild night out. Anne, however, just hadn’t felt the desire to go out with the many men who asked her out. 

meanwhile Anne began to make a habit of frequenting the local coffee shop. sometimes she didn’t want to be in the company of the other five queens (kind and caring though they were, they could be a little...stuffy) but didn’t want to be alone in her room. she loved the coffee shop not just for it’s delicious cinnamon buns, but also for the background noise it provided her. sometimes, her thoughts got to be too much and needed the distraction. although the queens were a family, she sometimes felt alone in her new life. as she mulled this over, the barista brought her cinnamon roll over. Anne smiled as the barista-who’s name tag read “Jess”-leaned over her and set the plate down. Jess grinned back and whispered conspiratorially “don’t tell anyone, but there's a little extra frosting on that one”. impulsively Anne responded “then I guess we’d better share it”. surprised for a second, jess beamed and turned to grab another fork. 

anne was transfixed as jess’s blonde hair flipped, a bounce in her step as she grabbed the utensil. eyes sparkling as she took a seat next to Anne, Jess said “so what are you doing here anyways? you’ve been here more and more lately. not that I've minded” she winked. Anne, not wanting to dive into her history, brushed it off “I just can’t get enough of these pastries!” mouth full, Jess only laughed. Anne couldn’t help but notice as her nose scrunched as she laughed, how her eyes gleamed, her head tilted back. the two of them discussed the latest ru Paul episode, until Jess stood up. she said “I have to get back to work, but don’t worry. that roll was on me”. she quickly disappeared into the hustle of the store, and Anne decided to walk the long way home. she cheeks flushed, jess’s laugh kept replaying in her mind.

that night, the other queens decided to go out to the new restaurant that had opened down the street. still wanting to be alone, Anne decided to stay home. she started to think about the possibility of her being gay more and more. she was confused-she was pretty dang sure that she had been straight in her previous life. after all, didn’t most of her problems in that life come from her attraction to Henry? or had that only come after her father pushed her to get in his good graces? her thoughts started to torment her. was she faking her marriage with Henry? was she really the manipulative, bitchy home wrecker that some historians made her out to be? was she really gay now, or was she just really jealous of Kat’s happiness? tired of driving herself crazy, Anne decided to stop pacing in her room and get a snack. as she boiled water for a box of Mac and cheese (her usual dinner when parr and Jane weren’t around to cook for her) a certain pink bottle caught her eye. bought by one of the queens in preparation for a party that never happened, it had been abandoned in the back of their cabinets. 

Anne’s thoughts began to race. she needed a break from her thoughts and what was the harm? by the time the queens got back from the party rapidly developing at a friends house, Anne would be asleep. she could have a little fun, and there would be no harm!! 

she started to hum to herself as she started pouring the drink and finished making her dinner. the song had been in the back of her mind for the whole day but she finally recognized it as “I kissed I girl” by Katy Perry. she must've heard it in one of those pop mashups that Kat played to get an idea of current music. 

drinks poured and pasta made, she skipped back to her room. although Jane didn’t approve of her eating in her room, it was just more comfortable. Anne was personally convinced that Mac and cheese in bed was God’s way of apologizing for their past lives, but none of the other queens to share this belief. she took a gulp and turned on “Keeping up with the Kardashians”, pleased that she would have a night away from her thoughts. 

just as she was starting the third episode she heard a knock on the door. grumbling as she paused the tv, she tightened her robe and opened the door. she was shocked to see Jess standing there, quickly pulling her hair out of the two messy spacebuns (as parr affectionately called them) that they had been in. jess quickly said “hi! sorry if this is weird, but you left your wallet in the store this afternoon. It had your drivers permit on it so I found your address”. Anne grabbed the wallet gratefully, not even aware that it was missing. she engulfed jess in a hug, and couldn’t help but notice her sweet but faint perfume. as they awkwardly broke apart, Anne said “well...do you want to come in? I’m having a bit of a wine night” and then instantly regretted it. why was she telling this stranger that she was drinking alone?” Jess replies “although that sounds like something I need right about now, my dogs are definitely wondering where I am.” Shyly she continued” I need to get home to feed them but if you want to get a drink sometime, I would really like that”. she pulled out a spare napkin from her barista apron and wrote her number. she winked and left, leaving Anne stunned. what had just happened?? she had been looking for a peaceful night away from those thoughts-that she might not be straight-but they were back in full force. was jess coming on to her or was she just being friendly? head spinning, she took another gulp of the drink she had poured. 

she couldn’t get jess’s golden-brown hair, how she had beamed at her earlier that day, how she felt as they hugged. lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice that the other queens had decided to come home early from the party. they found her day dreaming on the couch, clutching an old napkin. Jane shut off the tv and put a concerned hand on her forehead. “are you feeling okay? what’s gotten into you, love?” Anne slurred back “you have pretty hair, but not as pretty as their hair”. confused, the other queens gathered around. Cleves, the first to understand what she meant, let out a shriek. “Anne’s got a new man!!!!” I think she's been drinking about a new boyfriend!!!” excitedly, the queens started bickering about who he could be. “the guy that checks our mikes before shows?” guesses Aragon. “the hot one from down the hall? “shoots back Cleves. Even in her state, Anne notices that Kat is the only one that stays silent, and grabs her hand. pulling her closer, she clumsily whispers “I've got a secret to tell them. you already figured it out”. Kat knew instantly what she meant, and stumbled back. the other queens watched in silent confusion as Kat jumped up and down for a few seconds, then threw herself on top of Anne in a bear hug. Anne muttered “I think im going to be sick...” and her stomach lurched, but she hugged Kat back tightly. Parr finally said “kid come on. Tell us!!!” and Anne slyly states “well Cleves was half right... I was drinking it over a new someone. but that someone is a she, not a he. as she realized what she had just announced to her six closest friends, her stomach lurched again. this time, she wasn’t so lucky, and that nights Mac and cheese (along with a pint of ben and Jerrys) came up onto the floor. “I guess I didn't exactly measure how much I put in that drink” she muttered weakly. 

sighing, Jane and Parr each grabbed an arm. this wasn't the first time they had to help Anne out after a long night, but this is most definitely the first time that Anne is in pajamas, not a killer outfit. Parr went to get new clothes, and Jane helped Anne clean herself off. as she waited for the water to heat up, Jane rubbed Anne’s back. they stayed there for a moment, until Jane heard Anne whimper.  tears escaping her, Anne wordlessly clutched onto Jane, and they stayed like that for a moment. parr returned, and the three worked quickly to get Anne ready for bed. stumbling down the hallway, the Jane and Parr got Anne tucked into bed. parr left the room and Jane slowly followed. as she crossed the threshold, she stopped for a second and whispered “love, you know that I’ll always love you. always. no matter who you chose to love, ill always chose to love you”. half asleep, a smile broke out across Anne’s face as she drifted off. 

#anne boleyn #jane seymour #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfiction #Anne Boleyn fanfic #six fanfic #imagine #six imagine #Catherine parr #six #six the musical #Anna of cleves #Katherine howard

[forgivemeimmafloof]

Hi there :) not sure if you’ve answered this before or not but do you have any headcannons for Horror Papyrus? I’ve noticed he’s different from other people’s takes on him in your first meeting comic, both in design and actions. Was he quite sheltered by Sans in the underground? What sort of affect did that place have on him? What’s his best and worst qualities? (Sorry for all the questions but I’m really really interested in your take on him) xxxx

I’m so glad you asked! I do have a few headcanons of him previously written down, so I’ll put the links in here, and I’ll give you some more in-depth headcanons while I’m at it!

His character sheet with headcanons included.

Some headcanons about his amazing sibling skills. (these do lean more toward being more about HT!Sans, but I figured I should include them just in case)

Get ready for some horribly depressing backstory with some uplifting brother-brother bonding and some sweet bits at the end because I know you guys gonna need it. I figure this is the best and only way for you to truly grasp what the underground did to this sweet boy who didn’t deserve this. It’s long so uhh… Just be prepared for that.

- In the underground HT!Paps was always really forthright and outspoken before Frisk came through, he often talked to anybody and everybody and was a rather obnoxious social butterfly. In a good way, of course. He often ran up to strangers and talked to them about their day, their week, hazarding at months and years if the person didn’t mind sharing every detail of their life with him. 

- When Mettaton neglected to do his next episode of cooking with a killer robot, Papyrus was mildly upset. He called Undyne to talk about it, wanting a pick-me-up… But instead, all he got was ignored. A day later his brother told him Asgore passed away in some unfortunate accident. He called Undyne again to give his condolences. She still didn’t pick up. At the time she was being crowned Empress and Sans knew all she would do with her current anger and spite was make things worse for his little brother… So he said that they were playing hide and seek and that she was just really bad at looking. Sans assured him one day she would find them and then Pap’s could tell her everything he needed to… but till then Paps should stay out of sight from Undyne because she is a stickler for rules and would hate to see him quit something (even if it’s just a game) halfway. 

Papyrus was suspicious at first because he couldn’t remember them ever starting the game. But when she still wouldn’t answer his calls, he decided he liked the reasoning that it was all because of a game and not because she hated him.

- As the famine began, Paps grew more and more reserved. He stopped being as vibrant and exuberant as he was before. It had a little to do with the lacking magic in his food - and more the fact his brother spent more time scrounging through the dump for food and leaving Paps with his thoughts. His thoughts consisted mostly of his suspicions with how secretive his brother and everyone else was acting. High-strung, nervous, paranoid… less willing to hear him prattle on about puzzles and less willing to share about their day, week, month or year. He thought it had to be him, he had to be doing something wrong. Maybe he was too loud? Too obnoxious? Was he annoying these people into running away and ignoring him? He started to close himself off. He was still kind, all the smiles and pleasantries, but he didn’t talk about his interests unless someone asked.

- The night that Sans came home bloodied, torn up, with a massive hole in his skull - was the night that Papyrus received the first patch of many. The first thing Sans did upon his arrival at home, was hand Papyrus the patch. The second was hit the floor and break down into tears and wails because everything hurt. Papyrus carried his brother to bed and used most of his remaining magic to heal Sans. It felt like another thing was his fault when he couldn’t heal the hole in his brother’s skull up all the way. He tried to help out by going to the dump for Sans in order to collect food, maybe find something to heal the hole up the rest of the way, but Sans refused to let his brother go by himself. Was Papyrus really so useless that his brother, who wasn’t just lazy but horribly wounded to the point he couldn’t even talk, felt the need to get up out of bed and do everything by himself even in his state? 

- Sans at first kept bringing home patches and pins for Papyrus in hopes of lightening his brother’s mood, but in the end, Papyrus only seemed to be really happy when sans and he went down to the dump and found them together. 

- The day of convergence was not the first time Paps had seen undyne between then and way back when she started ignoring him. He had seen her at the dump on one of the days he went there alone. He was terrified. Not just because it had been years and he was worried she hated him, but because he could feel the darkness of her soul. She was not the same undyne that he knew, and it petrified him. But upon reaching the surface, his kind spilling out of the mountain - she was different. Still dark, but with something different within her. Maybe hope. He didn’t speak to her, and he still hasn’t spoken to her, but he likes the idea that someday he will. 

- He found out the truth about what he was eating. He was angry. Since his brother stopped sharing puns, Papyrus had never raised his voice any higher than a quiet inside voice. But at the time he screamed, and he yelled, and he let everything he was holding back out. And Sans stood there and took it. He didn’t try to come with an excuse, or tell a pun - he just stood there and listened. And both of them felt guilty. Sans for hiding everything, for treating Papyrus like someone who couldn’t understand or handle it all. And the more Papyrus thought about what his brother must’ve experienced in all that time, the more Papyrus felt guilty for taking out all his anger on his brother who was so obviously haunted by what happened. Eventually, they came together and talked, cleared the air and grew stronger as brothers. 

- The longer they were on the surface surrounded by humans, the more Papyrus saw what the underground did to Sans. And none of it was good. So he decided that he’d repay Sans for everything he’d done by helping his older brother get through this. He studied monster and human books and did intense research into mental illness in order to properly help his brother.

- He has so many good qualities, it’s really hard to only pick out a few. He’s kind, and he’s resilient, and he tries his best for the people he cares about. He doesn’t just believe in you, he’ll never give up on you; because he sees you as someone who deserves as many chances as it takes for redemption. (ah god I’m crying a little, he’s actually such a good boy oh my stars)

- His worst qualities are that he has a habit of bottling things up worse than his brother. He won’t tell you something if he thinks it will hurt your feelings or change your opinion of him. His strength in his belief towards people is a double edge sword because sometimes he thinks he can redeem people who won’t ever change. When he can’t help someone it makes him feel worthless and it will weigh on him for weeks - it will be nearly impossible to get him to cheer up.

- He doesn’t like making spaghetti much anymore, he’s more a fan of pho now because it doesn’t have to have meat in it. Not that he minds meat, it just feels weird after everything. 

- He loves Ru Paul’s drag race even if he won’t say it, he acts like he doesn’t like the drama but you’ll catch him watching it when he thinks no one is around to catch him. 

- He comes off as kind of dense, naive and childish but he’s actually very good at noticing things and reading people - probably actually better than his brother. 

- BEST MOM. Does your hair for you, makes you lunch, tucks you into bed at night with forehead kisses, cuddles you and calms you down if you’re going through something - just, just a really good boy okay? 

- He is a klutz. He gets lost super easy (especially at the mall, too many escalators and stairs and elevators and DOORS. SO MANY DOORS.) and is too polite to push through crowds. He bumps his head on doorframes constantly, stands up too fast and trips, he spills stuff on himself and others. He does hand gestures when he gets excited about something he’s talking about and knocks things over because of it. 

- The sweater he wears was in a back closet of their house, he doesn’t know who it belongs too because it was too big for Sans to wear and it barely fits him. Whenever he isn’t wearing a coat over it, Sans seems kind of uncomfortable but Papyrus can’t figure out why. 

- He is a cuddler. Not like Sans is, where it takes a lot of time to feel comfortable cuddling. He will cuddle you all the time. You don’t gotta be a romantic partner or even a friend - he just really likes cuddling people. Just let him cuddle you darn it. 

Okay so that was a lot but I love him a lot so there ya go. 

#skelemaam #Q&AY #headcanons #headcanon #ht!papyrus #Horrortale papyrus #horrortale #papyrus #ht!sans #horrortale sans #sans #ht!paps #cuties #sad #angsty

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Oh, darling - Remus LupinxDaughter, Harry PotterxOC

Hiiiiiii😊

Hey, would you look at that! It’s only been a week since last time! So, this might be a bit confusing if you have read “Deal?” and “I’ll be by your side”, but hear me out: “Deal?” is still part 1, but since “I’ll be by your side” takes place after this one, that will now be part 3, and this part 2. Does that make sense? I hope so :) That means that this takes place between OotP and the Battle of Hogwarts, but I’m sure you’ll understand! :)

Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3) 

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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Word count: ≈ 5,5k (Ohhh, you’re in for a long one!)

Warnings: Blood, Torture & Capture (Malfoy Manor scenes from DH, not very descriptive, but consider yourself warned!), Greyback (both being violent and... intrusive?), use of the more offensive word for ‘Muggle-born’, angst, Bellatrix

And in case you were wondering, yes I did look up lunar charts from 1998 when writing this XD

Enjoy! :)

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Oh, darling... 

“He’s abroad! He’s still looking for the wand, I knew it!”

“Harry-”

“Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-”

“HARRY NO!”

“-demort’s after the Elder Wand!”

“The name’s Taboo!”, Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. “I told you, Harry, we can’t say it anymore! We’ve got to p-”

“Shhh!?”

Bree had appeared behind Ron and put her hand over his mouth. 

“Ron, our chances are gonna be even slimmer if you keep howling!”

The redhead nodded to confirm that he had understood what his friend had whispered, and she removed her hand. For a few *wonderful moments* the four of them thought they had made it! They waited in complete silence - Harry standing protectively in front of the others with his wand in a firm grip.

“Come out of there with ye’ hands up!”, came a rasping voice through the darkness. “You’ve got half a dozen wands aimed at ya’ and we don’t care who we curse!”

Harry turned around slowly and noticed Hermione and Breanna coming to a silent agreement. He was just about to ask the others what they thought they should do when Hermione aimed her wand at his face. There was a bang, a burst of white light and Harry buckled in agony, unable to see, as heavy footfalls surrounded the gang.

Bree let out a small whimper as someone grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pulled her out of the tent. Harry, Ron and Hermione were wrested outside as well, and all four of them were restrained to prevent their escape. Breanna and Hermione both got their wrists bound together, but they stood next to each other while the snatchers questioned the boys.

Harry suddenly let out a distressed shout, because Scabior had smirked evilly and made his way closer to Bree.

“Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!”

“Fine”, he said. “I won’t”

He turned back towards the girls, raised his wand and a swift movement caused Breanna’s legs to give in. She fell to her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Scabior got there first. 

“Ey, like I promised, I didn’t touch ‘er.”

He took a few threatening steps towards the girls and stood towering over Breanna as she was forced to kneel by the snatcher’s feet.

“And your name, girly?”

Bree swallowed nervously before answering.

“Katie Bell. Halfblood.”

Scabior smiled again and walked over to Hermione. He was just about to ask her the same question when another snatcher approached them from behind.

“That’s a lie”

“What?”, asked Scabior. “What ‘ru on about?”

“I might not remember every single one.”, said the voice. “But when people are bit as revenge, I tend not to forget their name… or smell”

Fenrir Greyback stepped into the moonlight looking absolutely wild. His dirty hair was full of leaves and small sticks, and he had dried blood on his hands. 

Scabior grabbed Breanna’s hair again, pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards Greyback. Harry struggled ferociously against the snatcher holding him, but it was no use. This gang might not be the smartest, but they were big, and strong. The situation seemed oddly familiar to Harry, and he realized that it remembered him of the few times Dudley’s friends had caught him and held him back while Dudley himself put his boxing skills to ‘good use’. This was worse though, and he kept fighting to get out of the snatcher’s grip despite knowing that it was impossible.

“Don’t touch her! Back off!!”

Greyback didn’t seem to hear Harry’s protests and roughly seized the collar of Breanna’s torn, dirty shirt. She tried to push him away, but without the use of her hands that proved to be very difficult, and Grayback pulled her closer instead. He grabbed her by the throat, and, because the werewolf was so tall, her feet no longer touched the ground once he could look her in the eye.

“HA!”

Greyback laughed darkly and threw the girl to the ground. 

“Lupin…”, he muttered. “Didn’t know that traitor had a pup. You think daddy would like you to join or… pack?”

He bent down to his knees and dragged a sharp claw along her neck, forcing her to lift her head.

Both Harry and Ron had, at this point however, had enough and were just about to shout again when Scabior spoke up.

“C’mon Greyback. We’re wastin’ time. ‘m sure the ministry will let ya keep ‘er if the others are valuable enough. You take the halfbreed and we’ll bind the rest to the other prisoners.”

Greyback grabbed hold of the rope securing Breanna’s hands behind her back, and Scabior turned towards Hermione again.

“And you, love? A name? And blood status if you’d be so kind.”

“Penelope Clearwater, halfblood.”

“Easy enough to check.”

Someone yanked Harry, Ron and Hermione up by the hair, dragged them a few feet, pushed them down into a sitting position, and started binding them back to back with some other people.

A few snatchers went into the tent, presumably looking for anything of value, and the others kept a close eye on the bound prisoners. The group seemed to be getting ready to leave, but suddenly Scabior approached, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his right hand.

“Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet! ‘Ermione Granger, mudblood known to be travellin’’ with ‘Arry Potter.’”

Greyback lifted Hermione’s head using his boot and said, “You know what little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.”

“It’s not me!”, said Hermione, “I swear it’s n-”

“Well this changes things, doesn’t it?”, whispered Greyback. Harry could still barely see, but noticed Breanna trembling as Greyback tightened his grip around her wrist. She stumbled slightly when the werewolf took a few steps towards Harry and bent down to get a closer look at his face.

“Oi, Vernon, what’s that on ya’ forehead?”

“Don’t touch it!”

“I thought you wore glasses, Potter”

“I found glasses!”

Another snatcher came running from the tent and seconds later Harry’s glasses had been rammed back on to his face. 

“It is!”, howled Greyback triumphantly. “We’ve caught Potter!”

“So? To the ministry?”

“To hell with the ministry. I say we take them directly to You-know-who. Let’s take the boy to the Malfoys’ place”

“‘ru completely sure? Cause-”

“Who’s in charge here?”, roared Greyback. “I say it’s Potter, that’s 200000 galleons, and with any luck I’ll get the girl thrown in.”

The prisoners were dragged to their feet.

“I’ll get Potter too”, said Greyback while grabbing a fistfull of Harry’s hair. He wasn’t overly excited about standing so close to the vicious werewolf, but felt somewhat relieved when he was held right by Breanna’s side and she carefully leant her head on his shoulder. The small action gave him a sense of comfort despite the danger and seriousness of the situation.

“1, 2, 3…”

They disapparated.

~~~~~

“I know ‘e’s swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im.”, Scabior said. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see his scar.”

“Bring them in.”

Harry and the rest were brutally shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the snatchers. Lucius Malfoy took a step forward.

“What’s this?”

“They say they have got Potter”, answered Narcissa coldly. “Draco, come here.”

Draco approached the prisoners apprehensively, but claimed not to be sure whether it, in fact, was Harry.

“How ‘bout them others, then?”, growled Greyback while pushing Ron, Hermione, Breanna, Dean and Griphook forwards. “‘tis at least one mudblood, a Weasley and an Order member’s kid - recognize either?”

Draco still didn’t know, however Lucius Malfoy felt sure enough, and was just about to call ‘The Dark Lord’ when Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room and walked up to the captives. She began arguing with Lucius, but stopped abruptly when noticing the sword of Gryffindor being held by one of the snatchers. 

Bellatrix went to attack, but changed her mind once Greyback told her that they had found the sword in Harry, Ron, Hermione and Breanna’s tent. Narcissa, who seemed increasingly worried as her sister attacked various people in the room, turned to the group of ‘kids’ again. 

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback”

“Wait!”, screeched Bellatrix. “All except… except the girls.”

“NO!”, exclaimed Harry just as Ron, struggling violently against the ropes that bound him, let out a loud roar.

“NO! You can have me! Keep me!!”

Bellatrix simply cackled evilly and said, “If one of them dies under questioning, I’ll take you next. Mudbloods, offsprings of Halfbreeds and blood traitors - they’re all the same to me. Greyback, take them downstairs and make sure they’re secure. But don’t do anything else. Yet...”

She grabbed both Breanna and Hermione by the hair and dragged them into the middle of the room. She let go and they both fell face first into the hard, dark floor with a crack. With a swift wave of her wand, thick ropes wrapped themselves around the girls’ ankles, effectively preventing them from escaping, and she then turned towards Greyback.

“Hurry up! Get them down quickly and you can have the Halfbreed. ‘m sure her screams will be enough to keep you entertained for a while?” 

Greyback forced the rest of them into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.

“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girls when she’s finished with ‘em?”, Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say at least a bite or two each, wouldn’t you, boys? I think I’ll save the Lupin girl for Saturday, huh? I bet the full moon will make her taste even better, don’t you think??”

Both Harry and Ron were shaking in anger, but the invisible force kept them all in place. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy door, and Greyback opened it, pushed them all inside and slammed the door shut, but just as they hit the ground, a loud, panicked, heart wrenching scream was heard from directly above them.

“HERMIONE!? BREE!?”

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“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you take this sword? WHERE?!”

“We found it! - We found it! - PLEASE!!”

“You’re lying, you filthy mudblood, and I know it. You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth! TELL THE TRUTH!!”

“It was my fault!”, cried Breanna desperately, hoping that Bellatrix wouldn’t be as harsh on her since she was a half blood. Deep down, she knew that this was highly improbable, but she couldn’t stand watching Hermione writhing in pain. “I found it, Hermione had nothing to do with it! Leave her alone!”

Bellatrix dropped Hermione, and Breanna was pulled off the ground for the umpteenth time that day.

“Don’t you worry. You’ll get your fair share too - Ah!”

In just that moment, Greyback walked the last few steps of the stairs and entered the big room.

“Right on time, Grayback! Do what you want with this one.”

She threw Breanna into Greyback’s arms and turned back to Hermione.

“See if you can get anything of value out of her first, though. If her father is part of the Order as you say, then surely enough… persuasion… should give us something.”

Greyback dragged Breana by the hair so that they were a few feet away from Bellatrix, and bent over the girl standing on all four. His wild face was merely inches from hers, and she flinched involuntarily feeling his warm breath on her neck. The werewolf stroked his hairy hand across her cheek, and Breanna closed her eyes, desperately trying to imagine being somewhere else. She was, however, fully aware of the fact that this was only the beginning. Greyback was famous for his savagery and brutal methods, and her father had once told her the story of their first encounter. Remus had told her how her grandfather, Lyall, had insulted the werewolf, who would later take his revenge by biting Lyall’s son. 

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread from her neck down to her waist - causing her to let out a pained scream. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice Greyback raising his hand, with nails like claws, and slashing it across her body. Her thin shirt went from light green to red in a matter of seconds and she scrambled to get away from him - ultimately failing when he caught some of her hair between his hand and the floor. 

“You know”, growled Greyback. “I told Potter and the blood traitor I’d save my sample of yourself for Saturday but… why choose?”

He grabbed her hands and held them far away from the rest of her body, giving her little to no chance of protecting herself, bent closer and sank his sharp teeth deep into her shoulder.

Breanna let out yet another bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently, which only caused Greyback to scratch his claws across her face before swiftly standing and landing a rough kick to her stomach. 

She coughed slightly and tried to get up, but it was then Greyback finally seemed to remember the fact that he owned a wand.

“What do ya’ think you’re doin’? Stay on the floor, where ya’ belong! CRUCIO!”

Breanna began writhing in pain, just like Hermione had earlier, but the sheer strength of the curse combined with previous pain, blood loss and the mental trauma of having been bitten by a werewolf - though not transformed at the time - was enough to make her stop fighting. She didn’t fully pass out, but lay limp at the floor.

Bellatrix had bound Hermione to a pillar near the fireplace and was instead questioning a goblin about the Sword of Gryffindor.

“No”, said Griphook. “It is a fake”

“Are you sure? Quite sure?”

“Yes”

“Good”, she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut on the goblin’s face. “And now - we call the Dark Lord. I’m sure we can dispose of these two”. She used her foot to turn Breanna over and studied her broken being with a sly smile. “Keep ‘em if you want, Greyback!”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Ron and Harry dashed into the room, Ron disarming Bellatrix and Harry catching her wand while simultaneously stunning Lucius Malfoy.

“STOP OR THEY DIE!!”

Harry and Ron both looked at Bellatrix who held a struggling Hermione in one hand, and used the other to press a silver dagger to her neck - all while resting a high heeled boot millimetres above the throat of Breanna’s now unconscious form. 

“Drop the wands, or I won’t hesitate to let them both die covered in their own filthy blood. I said DROP THEM!!!!”

The boys threw the wands to the floor and Draco, after being told to, picked them up. Harry could feel Voldemort approaching, and the situation felt quite hopeless… None of them had a wand, he and Ron stood with their hands by their shoulders and wands pointing in their direction, and Bellatrix - who had already taken Sirius from him - had both the girls in her grasp.

“Now, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again.”, said Bellatrix softly. “While Greyback takes care of Miss Halfbreed. I suppose you could have the mudblood too, if you fancy it. I’m sure the Dark Lord won’t begrudge you that after all you have done tonight.”

Her speech was interrupted by a peculiar grinding noise from above. All of them looked up and noticed Dobby on the chandelier. Bellatrix dropped Hermione and jumped out of the way - the chandelier falling on top of Hermione, Breanna and Griphook. Harry took the chance and pulled their wands out of Draco’s hand and then joined Ron in trying to get the girls to safety. He pointed all the wands at Greyback at the same time and shouted “STUPIFY!”, before picking Bree up into his arms. They all stood surrounding Dobby who apparated them all out of there. 

~~~~~

A soft knock caused Breanna to immediately look towards the door, but she breathed a sigh of relief once realizing that it was safe. She had been rather jumpy since their capture, and she hated feeling so… weak? Fragile? Hopeless?

“Hey, you doing alright?”

“Hi, Bill. Yes, I’m good. How’s Hermione?”

Bill smiled. “She’ll be fine. I’m sure it must have been horrifying for her, but trust me, we’ve seen worse. With both Fleur and Ron by her side I can’t find a reason to be worried. Honestly, I’m much more concerned about you.”

“Bill, I’m f-”

“No, see, I don’t think you are. Purely based on what the others have told me, you’ve gone through both physical and mental torture beyond what even the least decent person should consider ‘acceptable’. Your silence, constant twitching and rapid breathing further supports that theory. We just want to help.”

“Look, I appreciate that, I really do bu-”

“Do you want me to send word to your dad?”

“I- Wha- No! No, I’ll manage. A day or two to rest and a chance to process all that happened should get me back on my feet. I don’t want to worry him… Please, Bill, do-”

“Okay, I won’t write”, said Bill hesitantly. “But then you must promise to let us help. And if Remus contacts us asking whether we know anything about the four of you - I won’t lie. He’s done that roughly twice a week since November, though weirdly enough not the last couple of days, and there’s a bond of trust there, Bree. I trust you can understand that?”

“Of course”, she said, managing a weak smile. “But surely you, if anyone, would understand that you have to move on. I mean, you were attacked in essentially the same way last year and you sti-”

But Bill just shook his head.

“No, Bree, they’re not ‘essentially the same’. Not at all. When Greyback-”, Breanna flinched at the name and Bill put a hand on her shoulder. “When he attacked me, it was quick. Sure, it hurt like hell, but it was over in less than a minute. And I know you won’t like me saying this, but I suspect that was the case even for your dad. What he’s had to endure since that night is a whole nother story, but the actual moment? For the two of us, he was out to kill, and thankfully interrupted before he got the chance, but in your case I wouldn’t call it an ‘attack’ but rather… An intrusion, or violation if you will. Bree, what you went through, I can’t even imagine.”

Bill could tell the young girl didn’t know what to say, so he simply pulled her in for a gentle hug.

“Do you want me to ask Harry to come up?”

“What are they doing? I don’t wanna interru-”

“Just having dinner. We’d have brought you downstairs too, but you were still unconscious or sleeping half an hour ago. Fleur didn’t feel the need to drag you out of bed then.” He paused and examined her for a moment before standing.

“I’ll get him, give me a minute.”

 ~~~~~

“Harry, what if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand? What i-”

“Ron, I-”

Their conversation was interrupted when Bill entered the kitchen.

“Harry? She’s up.”

Harry turned to his best friend’s brother, a look of utter confusion on his face.

“I.. Wha- How is she? Can I-”

“Go. She’s trying to be strong, of course, yet there’s something more there. Her bravery is admirable, but I don’t think it’s very healthy to keep it all bottled up. If anyone could get her to let it out it’d be you. Go.”

~~~~~

Harry carefully pushed the door open, and his eyes immediately found hers. They had been friends for so many years now, that reading each other’s thoughts was considered ‘normal’. Harry was instantaneously relieved when she didn’t jump, flinch or move away from the door. He walked over to the bed and was pulled into a loving hug before even sitting down. That was not what he had expected…! Sure, he had hoped that she wouldn’t be completely broken, but considering everything he - they - had been through, he hadn’t dared to imagine any best case scenario only to be completely crushed by the truth.

“Bree? How a-”

But that was all it took - for him to say her name. She wasn’t sobbing, just crying silently - tears falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Harry. Crying’s not going to help anyone I just-”

“Bree, don’t apologize, please. Just let it out, you’re safe. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again, okay? You’re safe now. You’re sa-”

There was a loud ‘BANG’ on the front door. Harry grabbed his wand and took a few careful steps down the stairs, constantly making sure that Bree was right behind him. He grabbed her hand tightly and watched as Bill, with his wand pointing towards the door, made his way from the kitchen to the hallway.

“Who is it?”

“It is I, Remus John Lupin. I’m a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address, and bade me come in an emergency.”

“Lupin!”

Bill ran to the door and wretched it open. Bree looked over Harry’s shoulder and saw her dad stumble over the threshold before standing up straight and exclaiming “It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted after Dora’s father.”

“Wow, that’s amazing!”, sad Bill sounding uncharacteristically nervous as he met Fleur’s gaze. Tonks having her baby would explain Remus’ lack of messages for the past few days, and Bill was starting to regret not letting him know about his daughter’s condition as soon as she had arrived.

Remus seemed to calm down slightly as well, and suddenly noticed Ron, Hermione, Dean and Luna at the dining table

“Wha-”, he began, but Bill just nodded towards the living room.

“Remus, look, I think you better sit down and I-”

But the older man didn’t seem to agree with whatever Bill was going to suggest.

“What happened?! When?! And whe-”

He didn’t get to say much more before two arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew, given the current state of the Wizarding World, that he should grab his wand and push them away, but he already suspected who it was. His theory was confirmed by a hoarse whisper:

“Dad.”

It was such a short word, but her voice broke nonetheless. He began turning around, desperate to get a good look at his daughter after over eight months apart, but she struggled against him.

“Bree, let me look at you?! Stop- NO, stop it I-”

He might just have travelled through a storm, but was still the stronger of the two. Physical strength would, however, prove to be essentially worthless, and the Marauder fell to his knees as soon as he laid eyes on his only daughter. He forced himself to look at her, but it must have been one of the most challenging things the man had ever had to do.

She was covered in deep wounds & scratches from head to toe. Her wrists were bloody and bruised and at least a few, red bite marks stood out against her otherwise pale skin. Her eyes were red, and her face was still covered in wet tears. She was trying her best to stand up straight, but no one knew Bree like her father did - not even Harry - and Remus immediately sensed that something was wrong. She was crouching down ever so slightly - almost as if she had been curled up or forced into a fetal position for way too long.

“Oh, darling…”

Those two words were the only ones he managed while his mind desperately worked on processing the sight in front of him. He had come with the intention of sharing some joyful news, but this - what had happened instead - was way beyond his worst nightmares. His boggart had been the full moon for as long as he could remember, but he was quite sure the silvery orb would not glide out from the cupboard the next time he had to face one.

“Bree?”, mumbled Harry. “Do you want some help upstairs? I feel like you two could use some privacy..?”

She nodded, and Harry, who had now also noticed her unusual posture, placed her right arm over his shoulders and helped her back up. Her father - naturally - followed closely behind.

~~~~~

Bree sat back on the bed from before, her gaze focused on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. Her father sat down next to her and gently placed an arm around her small body, expertly avoiding the many red or brownish lines. She wanted to look back at him. To put her arm around him and return the hug, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sure, he did promise her not to blame himself for whatever fights she chose, but this was different. She hadn’t chosen this one, and her wounds were far worse than anything Umbridge had ever accomplished. Just the thought of having to tell him who was responsible and what he had said frightened her. Not that she was scared of her dad, but she knew he would claim that everything was his fault. She couldn’t lie, though. Not this time. He deserved to know exactly what happened. 

“Bree? Darling? Are you okay? What happened?”

His voice was now extremely gentle, which was comforting for Breanna too. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. She spoke barely above a whisper, her neck still bruised and sore from the countless times she had been grabbed and held by it.

“Yes. Yes, I’m good. Or fine at least.”

“I assume you understand that I want to hear the full story, but I must ask - when?”

He reached towards her shoulder and gently brought his hand over the bite marks.

“‘round Easter, I don’t know exactly… seventh? eight? ninth? Not the eleventh though, I’m sure of that.”

His facial expression went from terrified to slightly calmer as he rubbed his temple.

“Okay, that’s… that’s good. Given the circumstances, I mean. And you’re absolutely positive? Because sometimes traumatic events can make you forge-”

“Dad, I’m sure! If there’s one part of me that’s in prime condition it’s my memory...I- I remember every second.”

She shuddered at the thought of if all, and quickly added, “He wasn’t transformed…”

Remus looked at her sadly, the truth, or at least parts of it, now clear to him.

“Not Gre-”

“DoN’t! Please...”

She put her head on his torso when he pulled her closer.

“Please, I can’t-”

“Breathe, Darling. You’re safe. I’m sorry I… Blimey I should have guessed. Took me months and I was barely five… C’mere.”

They sat like that for a while, Remus resting his head on his daughter’s while humming quietly. He eventually decided he couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to catch her attention.

“Bree? You have to tell me what happened. Have you gotten these wounds treated? They don’t look very good…”

“Trust me, they were much worse back then. I think Fleur did her best to heal them. She’s really goo-”

He looked away and took a deep breath. “You’re avoiding the question, Bree…”

“Dad, I do-”

“YOU PROMISED!”

He slammed his hands down on the bed as his voice grew angrier.

“Breanna, you promised me you’d never hide any kind of pain from me ever again?! I-”

He suddenly noticed his daughter desperately cowering away and lowered his voice.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I trusted that promise! And don’t even try to tell me how ‘you’re fine’ or ‘it’s not really even hurting anymore’. Bree, I have known you your whole life, let me help. You must te-”

“I know. I will. I know you deserve that, just… I don’t know where to start? A lot has happened… And I also need you to know that I didn’t break my promise. Bill and Harry told me I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for days. I only properly woke up an hour or so before you came and haven’t had time to send a message.”

He looked at her, and she moved closer again.

“Sor-”

“It’s good, dad. We’re good, don’t worry about it.”

Then she told him. The entire story - starting with breaking into the Ministry and then everything about Godric’s Hollow, The Lovegoods’ house - but came to an abrupt stop after that. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but then shared the events of the past two weeks as well. She told her father all about Harry accidentally using You-Know-Who’s name, the group of snatchers surrounding them and their decision not to try to fight their way out.

“We were outnumbered, and had to hide the fact that they had just caught Harry. Hermione used a stinging jinx which, naturally, worked perfectly - they didn’t recognize him at first. They tied us all up and started asking questions about names, blood status and so on. None of us gave them our real names of course, and it worked well until… until he… until he stepped out of the shadows and told the others that the name I had given them was false. It took him a minute or two, but he claimed to… ‘recognize my smell’ - your smell, I suppose.”

“Bree, it’s m-”

“No! You can’t blame yourself. That was your part of the deal, remember?”

“Well, this time it seem like it actually was-”

“not your fault, exactly. The snatchers found some photographs in the Prophet, Harry’s glasses and a bunch of other stuff and kind of made the connection themselves.”

She explained how they were taken to Malfoy Manor. How Bellatrix had ordered everyone apart from the two girls down to the dungeons. How she had bound them even tighter before taking care of Hermione, and later Griphook, herself and leaving Breanna defenceless to deal with Greyback.

“Do you know what the worst part is? I barely even tried to defend myself. Merlin, I just felt so... weak!?! So worthless. He just stood there - right by my face - breathing and”, she shuddered again, “‘petting’. Then he hacked, and slashed, and bit, and kicked and pushed. Eventually realized he was in possession of a wand and… It was unbearable, I-I-I can’t even... ” 

“Shhh, breathe, Darling, breathe! Easy there…” 

He pulled her, if possible, even closer until she sat in her father’s lap. Breanna used to fall asleep in his lap when she was a little girl - the warmth and comfort calming her down - but it had been years since… She was, after all, a young adult now.

“Listen, and I need you to understand this because it is very important - you are not weak! Far from it! In a situation like what you have just described, if you are wandless and unable to practically defend yourself, coming with sly remarks and trying to argue with the one in possession of the wand would not only be dangerous, but also rather careless. If there was anything I could do to change what happened, then believe me, I would, but don’t for a second beat yourself up over your decisions.”

Remus looked at Bree, but chuckled slightly when he noticed his daughter slowly drifting off to sleep. He decided to shake her slightly and wake her before it was too late.

“Bree? Don’t you think it’s better if we go home? You can go to sleep there instead?”

“What?”, she mumbled. “But, dad, we’re not done yet? Harry, Ron and Hermione-”

“-Will just have to do without you for a while. Listen to reason, darling. You are injured, shaken and can barely stand up straight - which is perfectly understandable! I’m just saying, the best thing you can do is probably to rest and let them go on for now. Who knows, maybe you will be able to go back after healing?”

Remus made a mental note to keep his daughter close to him from now on, and NOT to let her throw herself back into the war, but felt like this was the best way to convince her right away. He had missed her every minute since they had parted ways back in August, and dreamt of the day they’d reunite, but never had he imagined he’d find her in such a state. He swore to himself that he would always try to keep her safe.

His daughter

His darling

His Bree

Never again… 

~ L

Part 3 I’ll be by your side

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[wizardsnwookies]

Tyranny of Dragons Epilogue: Osborne Blackfeather

Osborne leaned against the stone and peered out over the wall of Greenest Keep, another quiet afternoon, just how he liked it. A peaceful breeze blew from the North, not enough to run drills in with his trainees, but certainly enough to enjoy. He pulled out his pipe and started stuffing the bowl with leaf, given his position in the Knightswatch he allowed himself this indulgence while on duty. It was a mild blend that smelled of vanilla and spice, a blend that brought back old memories.

He had carried a similar blend with him during the days of the Dragon cult. It seemed so long ago now when in reality it had barely been over a year. Still, so much had changed. As he stood on the rim of the caldera watching the battle wind to an end, only one question played out in his mind. “What now?”

He had been adrift before the rise of the Dragon cult, regressing into the acts of thievery to support the expensive medical bills of his sister. Thanks to the combined efforts of the Temple of Ogmah and Dain Frostbead, that was no longer a concern. He was once again his own man. So, what pursuits would he follow? Could he even return back to a normal life?

There were things that still weighed heavy on his mind. Actions he had committed resulted in so much pain, actions he had yet to forgive himself for. Here, in this very place, he had created a monster with the death of an innocent. Any blood that was shed in this man’s name, he considered to be on his own hands. How was one to wash themselves clean of another’s misdeeds?

Movement from the treeline snapped him out of his own musings, his eyes had sharpened over the years but even he had his limits. Raising the spyglass he held the pipe in his teeth and peered out over the fields and township to where the road led off into the forest. He frowned as he watched the small frame of a halfling trudge along the dirt path, a mountain of supplies piled high on her back.

“Calliban!” Osborne waved over one of the other watch captains on duty, a Dragonborn that reminded him of an old companion.

“Yes sir?”

“Get one of the recruits to relieve me for a few hours. I’m sure someone is behind on their watch quota.”

“I know just the one.” Calliban smirked, he had been working one of the young female dwarfs particularly hard lately. Osborne had been watching. She showed a lot of potential, but like most dwarves she had a penchant for the drink and often fell behind the others because of it. Osborne nodded and hopped down from his elevation stool and headed down to the keep.

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“You’re really determined to make yourself sick again aren’t you?” Osborne scolded, only half kidding, as he strode across the grass to where Rose had settled down with her pack. She had stopped to admire the view looking out over the river to the west, having seen the sun set many a times that way he couldn’t blame her.

“I’ve been laid up for what seems like eternity, did you really think I was going back to sitting in a classroom all day?” Rose smiled and opened her arms for a warm embrace. Osborne could feel the flush on her face and the sweat on her brow. He had no idea where she was coming from, but from the looks of it she was on the road for some time now.

“I suppose not. Come, you’re staying with me while you’re here, which will be at LEAST a few days.”

“Yes, sir.” Rose mocked a salute and picked up her back before following Osborne down the path. “Don’t you have duties to take care of? I can take care of myself for a few hours just fine.”

“One of the perks of being the Master Archer, I have plenty of people below me to step up in the name of training experience. I try not to take advantage of it...too often at least.”

“‘Master Archer,’ you have to admit it has a better ring to it than ‘master thief.’“

“I was never a master.” Osborne smirked. “But you’re not wrong.”

They slowly made their way along the path, passing newly constructed homes and shops that had once been leveled by the cult’s wrath. The people were returning to their ancestral home, a house just wood and straw to them, it was the land and it’s people they missed most.

“So, I hate to keep asking you this but...I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of you and Mom and Dad most definitely would, but...I just want to make sure you’re doing this for you.” Rose looked down at her feet while she spoke. They had covered this before, she still wasn’t terribly comfortable with his decision. Osborne reeked of guilt, and given all that he had done for the world, she felt he had more than earned a respite from it. He apparently had other thoughts.

“I didn’t need all that money, and there was a fair share of people who did. I have more than enough to live quite happily on.”

“Exactly my point. You could retire just about anywhere, and yet here you are still doing service because of one mistake.” Rose stepped out in front of him, putting a hand on his chest. “I want you to be happy Os. I want you free from whatever it is you think you owe anyone.”

Osborne sighed, trying to find his words. “Just let me do this, OK? It may be seem stupid to you but with one arrow I ruined so many lives. One arrow, that’s all it took. A young woman lost her life, a man sold his soul to a devil to get revenge, aiding the cult, ruing further lives, Skydancer was struck dumb, and not to mention...you nearly lost your soul along with several body parts.”

“All of these things, were HIS actions, not yours.” Rose flushed, hating to be reminded of her disfigurements. It had taken time to adjust to them, but she had made some sort of peace with it. Every now and then, however, she caught a glimpse in the mirror and wept.

“Only because I set things in motion and allowed them to happen. One mistake. I owe these people, I owe you, I owe everyone that was hurt in the process. This is how I’m paying it back.

“Some of these soldiers couldn’t hit the water if they fell out of a boat. What would happen to this place if someone came knocking at their door? What lives would they ruin by a missed opportunity, or a poorly aimed shot? If I can stop that from happening, I’m going to.”

Rose sighed, she was not going to win this battle. He was stubborn, and the demons in him were a long ways from being exercised. She just had to trust that this would help him, and hopefully some day he could forgive himself and move on. Until then, she would be there for him whenever she could.

“I almost forgot, I brought you something.” She fumbled into her pack and pulled out a small bundle of fabric and handed it off. Taking the hint to change the subject, Osborne just smiled and unwrapped the gift. “So, a friend of yours told me some of the stories you were too afraid to tell me yourself.”

“Really...” Osborne paused in his unwrapping, his mind knowing precisely who she was referring to. “This wouldn’t happen to be a certain elf would it?”

“Maybe...they said you took were kind of the punching bag of the group, particularly when dragons were concerned.”

“That is not entirely untrue...” Osborne shuddered, remembering the bite of Arathator’s son.

“So, we had this made up for you. Figured if any of them were still haunting you, they’d at least be de-fanged.”

Osborne unfolded the last scrap of fabric and revealed a gleaming leaf pipe, carved out of solid dragon tooth. The ivory had a slight chill to it, White Dragon Tooth he suspected, and had been elegantly carved with reliefs of a half-ling archer drawing his bow against several foes. Frost trolls, Yuan-Ti, there was even a Pit Fiend...so many memories, all in one place.

“It’s...it’s perfect.” Osborne smiled and embraced his sister.

“There’s a message that goes with it. She and Lotus are thinking about establishing a few Outposts to watch some particularly sensitive areas. She knows you’re doing your own thing here but if you have any students looking to move on...”

Osborne smiled and popped the pipe between his teeth. “Well, it’s still early but give me time...I’ll whip them into shape.”

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[crysta-cub]

Caught in a Blind: Ch. 2: Is it a scenic route when you’re blind?

   Warnings: Descriptions of violence, Descriptions of Minor character death. Bickering.  Edge and Stretch begin their journey home, and it's anything but smooth going.  Last Chapter Next Chapter  Read on AO3 Or Continue on

After a few twists and turns, the lack of communication other than the turn here and walk there commands Edge was giving him,  Stretch was desperate for stimuli, something else to focus on aside from just walking. He had growing bored, and since he couldn’t look around at the scenery, he guessed he had to initiate… communication.

“so, you going to share what happened? kinda missed the cinematic portion of the fight, only had audio.” Stretch didn’t mean to make that sound as impatient as it came out, but he wasn’t going to change it either.

“Fine, you’re going to be walking straight for a while.” Edge leaned his head on Stretch’s shoulder, grip on his sweater relaxing, but not entirely letting go. “However, I’m not going to go into details, I don’t think you can handle it.” “hey, I can handle details. bring it, i can take it.” Stretch bristled at the idea of Edge not believing he could handle a little detail of a fight. “I had to put one of them down with my teeth.” Edge said so pointedly, it was disturbing. Disturbing enough to stop Stretch in his tracks, his jaw hanging in shock as he stared unseeing out to the distance. He felt a chuckle in his arms, “Can handle the details? Now keep walking.” Stretch did his best to scowl at Edge, earning him another feel of a silent chuckle as he walked. “I’ll stick to a cleaner version. And no, I didn’t actually dust any of them with my teeth, this time. Luckily, the ones I did have to put down, I did so quickly. None of them suffered beyond being lost to their LV.”

“wait, wait, wait, back it up. this time?”  Stretch couldn’t fathom what he just heard. Then he felt Edge exhale, voice uncomfortably low. “It’s not exactly an experience I care to remember, let alone repeat.” “you brought it up.” “And it got the reaction I expected. Life in this universe is never kind. Sometimes you have to do things you regret in order to survive.” Stretch felt a light shutter from Edge as he fell silent. Ok, that was a deeper topic than Stretch anticipated.

But wait... “what about putting down? you’re talking about them like they’re animals or something?”

Edge gave a heavy sigh. “When a monster has completely lost themselves to their LV, there usually is no coming back from that. They are uncontrollable at that point, rabid with Exp thirst. The best course of action is to put them down, it’s merciful. There has only been one case where we were able to bring someone back from being lost..”

“Really? Who?” On now Stretch was interested in where this was going. It took a moment before Edge seemed to be comfortable to share. “Undyne.” Was there a hint of emotion in his voice. “She was completely lost at one point, but we managed to fight her to the point of exhaustion before we knock her out. She was back to normal when she awoke.I hope you can understand that she is a special case.”

Edge paused for a moment, Stretch began to wonder why, “There came a point where it was her arm or my neck. You can guess which I chose.”

Stretch felt Edge shutter at the thought. He had a similar tone as when he was talking about having to do what you’ll regret, similar to mentioning using his teeth…Wait, Oh. “Stretch, stop… Stop, STOP!.” Stretch came to a sudden halt at Edge’s persistent yelling. “what the hell Edge?” “One I told you, you need to listen to me.” Edge scolded. “i am.” Stretch grumbled. “Two, we have a problem.” “what kind of problem?” Stretch asked hesitantly. Edge took his time with his reply as he shifted carefully in his arms. Stretch could only guessed he was looking around. “We’re at one of my puzzles. We’re going to have to go through it carefully.”

“why can’t we just go around?” Stretch thought back to Blue’s puzzles, most of them could be walked around. It shouldn’t be that hard to get around. “I don’t think we have that kind of time to go around. One way will leave us too exposed and the other is too dangerous to do so.” Edge supplied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “if only I could see for myself… oh wait, I can’t.” Stretch grumbled, feeling Edge shift uncomfortably. “how big is your puzzle, anyway?”

“Big enough, plus I made sure it was impossible to walk around.” Edge informed, sounding a little proud of himself. “Put me down for a moment. You need a rest and I need to think.”

“Edge, I'm fine, and what do you need to think about? don’t you know how to solve your own puzzle?”

“Stretch, I can feel your arms shaking already. You need to rest them for a moment before we can continue. And I’ll have you know, I do know how to solve it. I just need to remember which puzzle sequence I set up here last time.” Edge sounded irritated, at least their attitudes matched.

“fine, I could use a smoke.” “NO!” Edge growled at himself, and began to shift in his arms, it felt as if he was looking around. “Please no, not while you’re carrying me.” “what, don’t care for the smell?” Stretch would roll his eye-lights if he could. Fuck could he use a smoke right now. “That, and you’ll give us away to anyone in the area. Now would you just sit down.” Edge sounded exasperated.

“fine!” Stretch sat down harshly, causing Edge to hiss in pain. Ok, maybe that wasn’t called for. Guilt gripped his soul as Edge gasped for raspy breath as his clawed finger tips dug into his sweatshirt. A long awkward silence spread between the two skeletons, Stretch resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably as he waited for Edge’s breathing to even out to something less pained.

“Alright, get up.” Edge tugs at the sweatshirt, grabbing Stretch’s attention. “i thought i was resting? That was what? Five minutes?” Stretched griped as he stretched out his back and limbs for a moment before getting ready to stand.

Edge grunts as he is shifted around. “It’s been ten minutes. That should be enough. Besides, we don’t have too much time.”

Stretch felt a low rumble come from Edge as he stood, the motion seemed to cause him to take a few deep breaths. “why, what’s the rush. did you leave the oven on?”

“No, it’s just…” Edge paused and stiffened in Stretch’s arms. “Shit.” “you didn’t.” Stretch teased.

“It’s alright, Rus or Blus should be able to handle it.” Edge let out a heavy sigh, sounded a little resigned to the idea. “But that’s not the problem. It’ll get dark in a few hours and we really don’t want to be out after dark.”

“oh.” Ok Yea, Stretch should have figured that would be a big deal. “alright Edge lead me through your maze.”

Edge sighed at Stretch, “Alright, try to take even steps so we don’t over step anything. The wrong step could cause us to be electrocuted.” “what is with you guys and electric puzzles?” Stretch complained with exasperation, thinking of Rus and Blue’s puzzles. “They are effective.” Edge sounded confident before he whispered “And cool.”  Edge cleared his non-existent throat before he continued. “Let’s get moving, take 3 steps forward… Wait, why are you taking longer steps?!”

“um, I’m not.” Stretch was becoming done with this. “you want to walk, I’ll be happy to switch problems.” Stretch felt Edge take a long deep breath, exhaling deliberately slowly, followed by another breath. After a moment of silence Edge spoke, “Stretch, I’m not trying to attack the way your walking. I just need you to take normal steps like before. I only want to get you out of here and home safely. I’m only asking for you to work with me.” Edge sounded tired, pained and was being beyond patient with everything Stretch threw at him. Here he was being a whiny brat, making everything difficult. Under normal circumstances, Edge would be snapping back and giving him hell back. But this wasn’t normal. They weren’t safe and they were at a disadvantage if anyone attacked, and Stretch wasn’t making it any easier to get home safely. “sorry Edge, I’m being an ass.” Stretch felt sheepish,shifting his feet slightly. “but I seriously didn’t realize I was taking different steps.” “It’s alright, we can work with this. Just try to take even steps and I’ll adjust accordingly. I just don’t want you getting hurt.” The last part was whispered, but Stretch caught it anyways. “Are you ready?” “right boss, lead the way.” a sly smirk rested easy on Stretch’s face.

Edge sagged in his arms, with a long suffering sigh. “Please, don’t.”

Stretch chuckled before following Edge’s instructions. Once they got a flow going, they weaved their way through the trap with very little difficulty. Just as they got through the puzzle, a different question rattled in Stretch’s brain pan. “did we just spell our name backwards?” He felt Edge freeze before sputtering, “N..no… No! Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous, you’re just imagining it.” Stretch chuckled at the sound of Edge’s flustered voice. How he would pay to see the blush on his face. “Besides, It’s better than the ones my brother sets here. A straight line with one side step. Just lazy. Said it makes monsters paranoid. My brother finds the oddest things amusing.” “I think a lot of us knew that.” Stretch agreed, amusement rang in his voice.

“Now, we are burning daylight, continue forward, it should be clear for a while.” Edge rolled his head back onto Stretch’s shoulder, before he took a deep breath and relaxed in his hold on the sweatshirt. “so does that mean I get to finally get to hear that PG story of that fight.” Stretch asked eagerly. Edge released his breath slowly, his body flinched as he attempted to move his injured arm. “Alright, I guess we have time for that. Just lift your leg a bit higher over that branch on your next step.” Stretch did as told, still nearly tripping, but managing to stay upright. Edge gasped and hissed as he was jostled, grip tightening for a moment on his sweater. After a moment of silence, Edge began his tale. “It was easy for me to follow you through the woods, you left easy tracks to follow. When I heard you scream, I ran to your location getting there just in time to stop one of the monsters from swinging a tree limb at your head. I proceeded to fight the attackers, knocking out three of the attackers that seemed to be more clear headed. The dog patrol should be able to find them soon enough. But it became clear the rest, had lost themselves to their LV.” Edge took a deep breath. “Take a few steps to the left for a bush and now take a step dowwwwww” Edge growled as he was jostled, clawed fingers clutching into his sweater. Stretch begun to wonder if there was going to be holes there later.

“sorry.” “It’s alright, just... keep...” Edge’s voice seemed tight as he breathed through the pain. “Stop.” Stretch stopped stock still at Edge’s harsh command. He could hear growling and snarling in the distance, snow crunched under two individuals in the distance. Stretch was all too aware of his own breath, trying to keep it as quiet as possible, how the hell was Edge so fucking quiet. His own soul seemed to be drum too loudly for his own comfort. Soon enough the sounds of growls drifted away from their location. Stretch still waited for Edge to tell him the ‘all clear’, nearly holding his breath in anticipation.

He felt a tug on his jacket, causing him to blink. “It’s safe, take a breath before you pass out.” Was Edge being smug with him, Stretch was very suspicious he was. He took in a shaky breath before he step forward. Yea, guess he needed that.

Edge cleared his throat, “As I was saying, the ones left were lost to their Lv. They changed their focus off of me, to you, an easier target, before they rained bullets at you. I, uh, shielded you from that.” “yea, I noticed. um thanks” Stretch could feel Edge nod against his chest. “Alright you need to turn left here, and now right. And then left again.” Edge instructed, growling when his leg brushed against a branch. “They were very determined to attack you. There... wasn’t many options and I had to end the fight fast. I, um.”

Edge paused for a moment, Stretch could hear him grinding his teeth, “I sprung one of my traps to bring the battle to a quick end. Unfortunately in order to do so, I had to take a bit of the impact myself.” Stretch paused in his step at that, his sockets going wide. “shit, that’s brutal.” Stretch continued down the path Edge had told him to take. “Stop, crouch down, Now.”

#Caught in a Blind #spicyhoney #underfell edge #Swaptale Stretch #Temperary blinding #injury #bickering #violence #dusting #minor character death #near death experience #puns #Hurt/Comfort #pre-relationship #Sorry I took forever and a half to update

[spiteweaver]

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Dreamweaver skidded onto their knees, lifting Crucis delicately in their arms. The boy had gone silent again, but his eyes were alive, scanning the room for something, anything he knew. Isaiah checked his restraints, tightened them slightly; the boy did not move or acknowledge his presence.

“Crucis,” Dreamweaver said, “Crucis, open your eyes. Gods, at least he’s breathing. One of us needs to fetch a healer.”

“No...” Crucis stirred in Dreamweaver’s grasp. “No need,” he mumbled, “I’m fine. Just weak.”

“What happened?” Isaiah asked.

“Thanks for the concern,” Crucis said. “It’s appreciated.”

“What happened?” Dreamweaver repeated.

“He sucked me in,” Crucis replied. With a groan, he pushed himself upright, rubbing at his eyes to clear them. They were clouded and unfocused. “Something nasty happened to him,” he said, “nasty enough that he was able to pull me too deep into his headspace. When you’re inside of someone’s mind, strong emotions--they can be like hooks that sink into your flesh and drag you down. They rip everything out of you and try to replace who you are with who they are.”

“Is that...” Dreamweaver touched Crucis’ cheek. “Is that why you’re crying?”

“I’m crying?” A flicker of emotion crossed his face--unreadable, but blatant. “Yes,” he said, “that’s why I’m crying. He shoved some of his emotions into me. It’s going to take me days to sort myself out.”

“Good news,” Isaiah said, “you still look and sound as flat as ever to me.”

“Thank the Arcanist,” Crucis replied.

“Did you learn anything?” Dreamweaver asked.

“It’s not mind-reading,” Crucis said. “I couldn’t view his memories at my leisure. What I’m dealing with in there is all emotion-based.”

“But did you learn anything?”

“...He loved someone,” Crucis said, and his eyes, now bright with his usual curiosity, fell to gaze solemnly at his hands. “He loves someone. There was--loneliness, and fear, and something like longing, and then there was unconditional love.”

“What does that do for us?” Isaiah asked.

“It confirms that someone was caring for him,” Crucis replied. “Besides that, not much--but the point of me going in there was to bring him out of his stupor long enough to tell us more. I managed to do some redecorating before he took control.”

“So he should be able to communicate?” Dreamweaver said.

“Should,” Crucis repeated. “That’s the key word. There’s no guarantee he can or will. Just because I messed with his emotions a little doesn’t mean he’s not still traumatized.”

“He said his name was Xerxes,” Isaiah said, and squatted in front of the boy again. “All right, Xerxes, I’m Isaiah.”

At first, the boy said nothing--but his eyes snapped to Isaiah’s face and widened just slightly. Then, quietly, timidly, “I...sai...ah...?”

“That’s right,” Isaiah said, “and the people with me are Dreamweaver and Crucis.”

“...Cru...” Xerxes squeezed his eyes shut. “I kn...ow...”

“He knows me,” Crucis said. “I was in his head. Actually, he probably knows more about me than I’m strictly uncomfortable with. We kind of melded there for a second or two.”

“Can you tell us about yourself, Xerxes?” Isaiah asked. Xerxes’ hands curled into fists. “Ok, we’ll skip that for now. Do you want to know where you are and how you got here?”

“Uh...huh...”

“You’re in Light territory,” Isaiah said, “in Clan Feldspar. Our local inventor found you wandering out near the Carrion Canyon and brought you back.”

“...mask...”

“Yes, he wears a mask. His name is Hyde.”

“...stiff...”

“Sorry, I don’t follow.”

Xerxes flexed his fingers. “Stiff,” he said again.

“You can’t move?”

“Stiff.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” Isaiah explained. “Your body isn’t--it’s not working properly right now. Don’t worry, we’re trying to fix it.”

“C...ru...cis...?”

“That’s what I was doing inside your head, yes,” Crucis said. “You’ve been in a vegetative state since you arrived. You’ll probably lapse into one again shortly.”

“N...o...” Xerxes’ breathing quickened into short, panicked bursts. It sounded like there was a sob rattling around in his chest, but in his current state, he couldn’t get it out. “No...”

“It’s all right,” Isaiah said. “We’re going to figure out how to bring you out of it permanently. I’m a doctor. We’ve got lots of healers and magic-workers here in Feldspar. You’ll be fine.”

“If you’d like...” Dreamweaver left Crucis’ side, scooting forward until they were at Xerxes’ knees. “I can put you into a natural sleep,” they offered. “That might be more comfortable for you.”

“N...”

“I won’t if you don’t want me to,” Dreamweaver said. “I just thought you might prefer it. I can keep you asleep for as long as you’d like, and I can wake you up whenever necessary. That way, you won’t even know that anything is wrong. You’ll just be sleeping.”

Xerxes’ eyes darted between Isaiah’s and Dreamweaver’s faces. Then, unexpectedly, they fell on Crucis.

“I think he’s waiting for your input,” Isaiah said.

“Mine? Ah, well, that’s what I get for trawling through his head, I suppose.” Crucis thought for a moment, then nodded. “I can work with that,” he said. “As long as he’s awake for treatment, it’s fine by me. It’ll probably be better for his mental state, seeing as he’s at least partially conscious while vegetative--I wouldn’t want to be any kind of conscious if I couldn’t move or speak.”

“Crucis...” Dreamweaver sighed. “Can’t you be more delicate?”

“Not really.”

“Well then...” Dreamweaver reached out a hand, laying it tentatively on Xerxes’ knee. “We’ll let you sleep for now,” they said. “You must be exhausted.”

“...tired...” Xerxes murmured.

“My husband and I are going to take care of you in the interim,” they explained. “You’ll be safe with us. I’ll guard your dreams with my life.”

“...th...n...tha...nk...”

“Whenever you’re ready to talk,” Isaiah added, “we’ll be here.”

Xerxes gave a small nod. It was all he could manage, just the slightest tilt of his chin. Once more, Dreamweaver’s warm yellow light crept from underneath their fingers and bloomed across Xerxes’ skin. His eyelids grew heavy. His body relaxed.

Quietly, he slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep.

“I’m surprised we got that much out of him,” Crucis said. “I didn’t expect to get anything at all the first time around. Either he’s particularly susceptible to magics of the mind, or I’m even more of a prodigy than I thought.”

“We still don’t know anything about his Opal, though,” Isaiah said.

“All in due time,” Dreamweaver said. “I’m as eager to unravel this mystery as you are, but his health and safety come first. He’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

“Let’s get him into a nice warm bed then,” Isaiah suggested. “Sleep will do him some--”

A sharp knocking came from somewhere beyond the dome. Crucis winced and waved a hand. Across the room, an opening formed in the wall, and Banrai stepped through it into the chamber. “Sorry,” he said, “I know you said not to interrupt, but it’s important.”

“What’s wrong?” Dreamweaver asked. “Is it serious?”

“It’s...” Banrai made a vague gesture. “It’s something.”

“Something?”

“A letter,” Banrai clarified, “from Telos.”

Dreamweaver’s shoulders stiffened, and they hurried to their husband’s side, snatching the unsealed envelope from his hands. As they read, their expression darkened, and Crucis and Isaiah exchanged a nervous glance.

“What is it?” Isaiah asked.

“One of Camellia’s children was born with Opal,” Dreamweaver said, “and they believe the Seat is to blame. Lutia is returning to the Isles to handle matters there.”

“Then Opal is magic-based,” Isaiah said.

“It would appear so,” Dreamweaver said. They folded the letter neatly and handed it back to Banrai. “I’m going to Aphaster. Banrai, you are not to leave that boy’s side until I return. Tell Solaire that he and Hollyhock are to handle any emergencies or other pressing matters in my absence and your preoccupation.”

“What are you going to do in Aphaster?” Banrai asked.

“Firstly, I’m going to speak with Telos about Xerxes,” Dreamweaver replied. “Secondly, I’m going to look into this whole mess a bit myself. We all knew there was a possibility of Aphaster’s Arcane magic upsetting the balance here in the Ruins, but things are getting out of hand. It’s time Telos and I sat down and discussed a plan of action.”

“Should I continue with the boy’s treatments while you’re away?” Crucis asked.

“Yes,” Dreamweaver said. “I want results by the time I return. I want him speaking. I want to know where he’s from, how he ended up alone in the Expanse, and what sort of incredible magic he was exposed to. Don’t push him, but, by the gods, get me some answers.”

“How long will he sleep?”

“A day at the most.”

“Then we’ll resume when he wakes,” Crucis said. “I’ll have Betelgeuse sit in as support while you’re away.”

“If he argues, tell him it’s a direct order from me,” Dreamweaver said. “Isaiah, you know what I expect of you.”

“Keep Crucis in line,” Isaiah said, “and make sure the kid’s healthy. I’m on it.”

“Then I’m off. Not a word of this to anyone, you lot.”

Dreamweaver turned to leave, but paused just shy of the door. They looked back at Xerxes’ sleeping form, so small, and vulnerable, and broken--and their heart ached in that moment. “Something strange is happening in Sornieth,” they said, “and we’re going to get to the bottom of it.”

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Please tag as angi. I started college this fall & I'm very stressed about deciding my major. I picked business, but my heart is with art. I know I'd make more $$ in business, but art is haunting me. How do I calm myself down & make a decision?

Hi Angi,

First I want you to know, you are rightful for feeling anxious; this is an important decision that many uses for the rest of their lives. However, that does not mean you need to take it so seriously, that you don’t stay true to yourself.  I freaked out SO many times my freshman year, and after many nights of calls, crying, and just overall contemplating while sitting in class thinking about my life and the self, I realized what I needed to do (as far as my major goes). After pinning, reading, and overall talking to a lot of people I’ve learned the hard way, and so now I wish to pass that knowledge onto others who can use it! I’m here though to help you, though I may not be a professional, I am a student who just finished going through a crisis/personal journey to figuring out my major; so I hope to offer some tokens of wisdom to you :)

Before we begin with how to make a decision, though, it’s most important you went into this reflection as clear headed and leveled as you can. Making sure that you don’t have other things weighing on your mind that’ll make it harder for you than it needs to be. For this, I would suggest you look at the practice of mindfulness, as overall, it can help you take things action by action. And while that sounds slow and very mundane, it helps greatly because you’re learning as you go, more consciously. I would suggest you incorporate it at least once a day, at first, and with that then gradually work your way up to incorporating it more. Be mindful of what actions you can take towards deciding that major; going to events, meeting new people, researching. Be mindful of the interests you have, nurture them and don’t ignore them if it is your truth.  Do not, and I beg you, do not major in something purely for the money. I can guarantee you, on the other end you’ll be upset you didn’t study something you enjoyed because you’ll realize how majors don’t matter, it’s who you know that does.

With that being said, it can be even more frustrating to keep your head up and be mindful of what is to come next, if you have such a stressful topic on your hands. With that being said, I also think grounding techniques help in cases of anxiety when not even being mindful can help a person. Grounding techniques focus on the premise of making sure you are focused back here in reality, especially if you dissociate or pan out while having a panic attack. These techniques can range from sensory, auditory, and so much more, and it’s strange when you try it the first time; as you don’t realize how out of touch, you are. We sometimes think we’re at our most calm state when in reality, we haven’t taken the time to go down on a lower plane.

With both of those techniques, I would suggest you look at the pages for mindfulness, and grounding techniques, but also our calming and panic attack page, for more options to help as you move on :)

Now in regards to making a decision, I can give you the advice I’ve given my mentees over the years, especially as they have slowly formed into their majors. The way I figured out my comfort level in my major, and the confidence in what I was going to do is; figure out what you want to do career-wise, look at job listings for what you want to do, and find out what people(who have the job/career you want) majored in.

What do you want to do?

This makes a lot of students squirm; I know a lot of students who want to run when people ask them this question, seriously. But it’s okay! It’s a question I got tired of other people asking me, honestly, but it’s a question I had to ask myself numerous times to complete the next step. I asked myself several times what I wanted to do, and I came up with really last and stupid answers; things I knew I would NEVER be able to do because I even knew it was a waste of time. I had to slowly ease myself into the journey of actually getting deep with myself, because in the words of Ru Paul “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell can you love someone else?”

Finding Job Descriptions You Heart

A fantastic way I learned to figure out if it was a career or job, I would be interested in doing when I graduated was looking at job listings on websites like Indeed. I’m not talking about looking at various internship boards or searching for intern positions; you can do that later honestly in my opinion. I am talking about the big boy and girl jobs that adults get, with the whole spiel at the bottom about 401k, dental, vision, and all the other benefits you could get. I love. Indeed, it’s what I’ve been successfully using since my senior year of high school, its user-interface is simple, and even a moron couldn’t screw up looking for a position.

When you find an employer’s website, try hard to find a list with their current team; most of the time it’s an excellent resource! Once I looked at their current team, I was impressed not only by how diverse they were but most importantly how varying the team’s majors were! Which proves my point that you can major in just about anything, it’s more about who you know and networking than anything nowadays. With a Political PR Firm, I was looking into; I saw majors ranging from traditional Political Science to Poetry, which gave me a huge sigh of relief quite frankly and peace of mind. Knowing what type of person potential employers, you are interested in, can give you peace of mind and light a fire under your butt to get on a path that can lead you there.

Finding People!

This helps with not only networking, which is highly important to being able to get a job out of college but also helps you figure out your path. Talking to various people in the field you are interested in, or at a company you love and want to work for, will help you set goals and have an image of where you need to be at. Nothing is worse than coming out and thinking that you could go to medical school with a pottery degree, only to find out that Holy cow you had to have certain skills and learned certain things to get in. So find people! Even if you may not be an extrovert and love talking to people, find the energy to start with maybe a one-on-one interview, and work your way up. Conferences are a wonderful way to meet people in your field, and who work with various employers! If you can’t attend conferences find a party or event that may be happening, see if you can get in and attend, then proceed to network your ass off there; I’ve used that strategy before also, and it works for my introversion! Talking with various people and seeing the path they took, can be a sound of relief (like I’ve stated before) but also help you figure out your plan. Grant you, not everyone’s path is going to be the same, but at least you will find peace in knowing that if you are taking an odd one, you aren’t the first person to do it and possibly be successful!

I want you to ultimately know that you will be able to figure out what you want to do, and also with that what is the right path for you. Please don’t use money as a starting point of picking a major, because like I said, it can lead you to be stuck in something you don’t love. I’ve found out quickly over the past three years that who you know is where you can find gains, and because of that, it’s what I’ve focused on. Do what bests fits you, your goals, and how you want to live. Do not let anyone interfere with that, as minimal as possible, and be free in changing it if need be. People love to make jokes about people who are indecisive with their majors, but in the end, it justs make them more anxious, and that’s not fair.

Take care of yourself mentally, physically, emotionally, and so forth, seriously. I know college can be extremely tight and have to figure out your major and also plan your future is a lot, so please make self-care number one. If anything through self-care you will be able to find what you want to major in or do with your life, as it truly does start from within

- MHA leah

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