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A Night To Remember

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

➸ summary: as the daughter of a renowned lawyer in Avonlea, you are invited to this season's debutante ball. little do you know, you're about to meet the man who will steal your heart

➸ warnings/notes: probably some historical inaccuracy, stereotypes of the role of men and women (it’s the 19th century, c’mon), strays from canon, all characters are over the age of 18

A/N: can you tell i've been watching bridgerton?

word count: 1.9k

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YOU WERE NEVER one for rumors. Ever since you left school and were given the opportunity to study at a university you had decided to stay far away from that type of lifestyle. You saw how gossip ruined many girls and destroyed several friendships - and you refused to fall into that trap.

Not to mention the fact that your family was well respected by the ton, and their youngest eligible daughter parading around with false stories would not bode well.

So, when whispers of a supposed ‘debutante ball’ were circling around the girl's dormitories, you paid them no mind. Certain families had a guarantee to be invited to one of these events, while others had to work their own way in. If there was to be a ball you would've already known by now.

Arriving back to your chambers, you were happy to see that your roommate was still in her classes. She was a nice girl, but too chatty for your liking.

You were so occupied by your thoughts that you almost missed the pristine envelope that sat at the foot of your bed, the purple wax shining in the sunlight. It was your father's emblem. Either somebody died or you were about to get some amazing news. Grabbing your letter opener, you sat on the soft sheets as you analyzed the contents of the page. It read:

To my dearest,

As you may now know, this season's Debutante Ball is to be set in the Halloway Estate come dawn tomorrow night. Your father and I decided it best to wait as we know you wish to complete your studies, but as the time is nearing quite quickly we had no other choice but to exempt you from classes for the time being. The carriage will await you at noon.

With warmest regards, your loving mama.

Groaning, you crumpled the paper in your hands and threw it onto your pillow. You were never interested in the social aspect of high society. Important dinners, town fairs, and theatre visits were a common occurrence in your childhood. All of which greatly impeded your learning, and you hated it.

Ultimately you knew you had no choice. Deciding to make the best of it, you began to collect your things. There was never a point in arguing with your parents, especially since they had already sent someone to come get you.

You just hoped the ball would pass quickly.

YOUR PREVIOUS WISHFUL thinking unfortunately did not work out. After being pampered for what felt like hours, and revised on proper etiquette and rules, you already wanted to go back home.

The frilly dress you wore was beautiful, but uncomfortable. Your maids made sure no lace was loose and that all the fine whale bone in your corset was tucked perfectly against your torso. It was a physical embodiment of your imprisonment in this little social charade your parents wanted you to play.

Introductions went by as quickly as they came, and your parents accompanied you side by side as you trailed down the grand staircase.

While every other girl was back on campus studying for exams, you were here frollocking about. How would dancing and mingling help your education? You pushed back a sigh and twisted the edge of the ring on your finger. It was a purity ring that was handed down to you by your mother, something she had held in her family for generations.

“Now, now, dearest,” said your mama as she interlinked her arm with yours. “No need to fret. You remember your dancing lessons?”

You simply nodded. With your curls bouncing around and your perfect dress feathering across the floor you felt like a porcelain doll. It was like you had been dressed up solely for the purpose of being looked at. Which, in fairness, was quite the case.

Throughout the night various men came to ask for permission to dance. Some were accepted, and some declined, much to your pleasure.

Eventually your father ventured off somewhere to talk business and your mother was caught up in conversation with an old friend. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak out for some fresh air. Picking up the hem of your dress you jogged as quick as your heeled sandals would let you.

Cold air hit your face as you were met with the evening sky. You leaned against the marble rail of the balcony, reveling in how nice the breeze felt. It was getting much too stuffy inside. You finally let out the sigh you had been holding in all night.

“The stars are beautiful tonight don’t you think?” said a voice.

Slightly jumping, you turned around to see who it was. There in the pale moonlight stood the most handsome man you had ever seen. Many gentlemen greeted you tonight, but this one had something different about him. Perhaps it was the gentle way he carried himself, his hands tucked behind his back politely - or maybe it was his brown orbs that seemed to pull you in with every second that passed.

“My apologies. I wasn’t aware that anyone was here,” you replied, moving away from the balcony to return inside.

As much as you would’ve wanted to continue the conversation with the attractive man, an unchaperoned lady at night was a guaranteed scandal.

“No need. I was only here for a breath of fresh air.”

He looked at the glass door, eyeing the people in the ballroom. “I could leave if you wish,” he offered.

Shaking your head you continued to make your way back to your parents. Yet when you looked back at him, something in you begged you to stay. Maybe it was just the way your heart soared at the sound of his smooth voice.

You moved away from the door.

“What brings you out here?” you asked as you twiddled with your ring again. It was a nervous habit that you had developed while at school and your mother absolutely hated it.

The man, however, noticed and made a mental note of it in his head. He found it rather cute.

“This sort of thing isn’t really my forté,” the man confessed.

A smile found its way onto your face. The first one you’ve had all night. “Well, Mr…” you paused, looking at him.

“Blythe. Gilbert Blythe.”

“Well, Mr. Gilbert Blythe. As it so happens, it isn’t mine either.”

You both floated back to the edge of the terrace. It overlooked a huge garden that spanned a few acres. While it was gorgeous, it all felt too grand. A small patch of grass with some flowers was infinitely more charming than this overgrown imitation of a forest.

“And what is your forté, Miss -“

“Y/N,” you replied quickly.

Gilbert repeated the name, as if he was getting a feel for it on his tongue. It was quite the lovely name.

The black suit he wore fit him perfectly. His straight-set shoulders were donned with a fine material, his tie sitting delicately against his chest. Whoever he was, he definitely had money. Even the way he styled his hair seemed so prim and proper.

“I’m more of an academic,” you admitted. Most men didn’t like hearing of their bachelorette’s life goals. Many actually preferred that they stayed out of school.

Gilbert hummed, his gaze settling up at the heavens. “We have quite a lot in common then, Miss Y/N.”

You would’ve expected the interaction to be awkward. Instead, you found yourself enjoying the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. Soon you would have to return to the ball. For now you decided to make the most of it before you had to vacate.

“And what is it that you do, Mr. Blythe?”

Gilbert smiled, his eyes squinting. How he wasn’t already spoken for, you had no idea. “Please, just Gilbert. Mr. Blythe ages me.”

“I’m a doctor,” he finished after a moment.

A doctor. Usually medical practitioners were old and reserved. Well, at least the ones you had been to. You never thought they could be so… easy on the eyes.

You hummed in response. “Are you in university, just Gilbert?”

Another smile. Dimples graced his cheeks perfectly and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve reached over to smooth them out. “I am. And you?”

The wind picked up slightly, ruffling your hair. “I am. I’m studying law - I hope to take over my father’s business one day.”

You knew you were sharing too much. It was just too easy with Gilbert, he had a certain relaxing aura about him. Your parents would love him too. The thought made you giddy.

With his eyebrows raised, he turned to you. “A lawyer, huh?”

Nodding, you let your eyes meet his. In the quiet of the night, you realized that brown was quickly becoming your favorite color. Brown like his eyes, or like the chocolate locks that sat so prettily atop his head.

“You must be a very smart woman to get into law school.”

“And you must be a very smart man to get into medical school,” you mocked back. He merely shook his head in response, letting his lips form into yet another breathtaking grin.

“I'm compelled to ask. Why are you outside and not in there dancing? Any gentleman would be lucky to have such a graceful, intelligent woman on his arm.”

The comment made you blush and you turned your head away from him. After this brief interaction you realized that the only man you wished to dance with tonight was Gilbert. Nobody else could stand a chance anymore - not that they ever did.

In a rush of confidence you replied. “Perhaps I don’t have the right men asking me.”

With a grin on his face, Gilbert held out his palm. His hands looked so inviting. You wondered how they would feel against your own, smaller hands.

“Well then, may I have this dance?”

Placing your fingers against his, you let the warmth spread across your body. He felt more perfect than you could’ve imagined. You let him lead you back to the ballroom, the shiny ground causing your shoes to clack against it. This was perhaps the first and only dance that you would actually enjoy at this event.

Gilbert’s hands felt light and pleasant on your waist. And there was something so tender about the way he spun you around.

He was like no other man you had ever danced with.

His feet were perfectly in sync with yours as he lead you across the floor. Warm eyes were concentrated on your face, never once leaving your penetrating stare. It felt more intimate than anything you had experienced to date. Your hands cupped his own as he sped the dance up, his twirls and dips causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

That night you felt like a princess in his arms.

When the music died down, he hesitantly dropped the grip on your waist. Lifting up your ringed hand to his lips, he placed a feather-like kiss onto it, honey colored orbs fixated on you.

“I hope we can do this again, Miss Y/N.”

Your skin buzzed in the absence of his touch, and you felt the area where he had left his mark. A kiss so gentle that you would dream about it for many nights to come.

You only hoped your father was in contact with somebody who knew Gilbert Blythe - because after tonight, you weren’t so sure you could see any man the same ever again.

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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You've Got the Love I Need (Rosnali) - Athena2

Summary: Five times Denali and Rosé share their love with a love language, and one time they share it with words.

A/N: So excited to finally finish this! Writing has been so slow for me after finishing up the hunger games fic, but I finally got this done, and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much to Writ for beta-ing! Please leave feedback if you'd like, I really do appreciate it and love hearing your thoughts!

Title from You've Got the Love by Florence + the Machine.

1. Acts of Service

“Denali, are you sure you don’t need help with that?” Rosé asks--or rather, she asks the pile of clothes Denali is hidden behind, as she carries an overflowing laundry basket.

“I got it.”

“I think I’d be more convinced if I could actually see you.” Rosé leaves the rice she’s stirring and helps Denali set the laundry basket down on the floor, clothes spilling over the sides.

Denali sighs, picking up a shirt and folding it before tossing it back down. “I should probably finish dinner before I do this. Ugh, and I still need to shower and revise that competition routine.” She rubs at her tired eyes, and Rosé’s heart aches. Denali’s had such a busy week at work that she’s gotten behind in just about everything else. Rosé offered to help her already, but Denali said she was fine, so used to doing things on her own that asking for help--let alone accepting it--wouldn’t even cross her mind.

“Hey.” Rosé gently rests her hands on Denali’s shoulders. “I’ll finish dinner while you take a shower. Then you can finish your work after.”

She sees the immediate protest in Denali’s eyes, the stubborn insistence that she can do everything on her own. And technically she can, but Rosé doesn’t want her to stress herself when she doesn’t have to. Rosé is more than happy to help, and she herds Denali to the bathroom before she can protest.

Rosé hums through the kitchen, organizing the fridge and loading Denali’s dishwasher, arranging all the food on the table as Denali emerges from the bathroom, hair still damp at the edges, her face soft and smile wide.

“This is so good,” Denali sighs around a mouthful of food. “Maybe I should let you cook more often.”

Rosé just laughs. She’s gotten better at cooking over the years, especially in the past few months she’s been dating Denali, eager to try new recipes that would make Denali happy.

They do the dishes side by side, bumping hips and shoulders, and retreat to the couch so Denali can work while a cooking show plays in the background.

Rosé reaches for the laundry basket and starts folding one of Denali’s towels.

“You don’t have to do that,” Denali says.

“I want to.”

“But it’s our date night, you shouldn’t have to--”

“I want to,” Rosé says again. “I like helping you out, taking care of you. I mean it.”

Denali smiles hesitantly, relaxing again as she returns to her work, and it fills Rosé with warmth. It’s special to help Denali like this, to take care of her and ease some of her stress, and it’s even more special because of how stubborn and independent Denali normally is. She’s not just accepting Rosé’s help, but her love as well. Love that Rosé wants to give, give in every folded towel and every dinner she makes, a love made of her care. Love that she hasn’t been able to put into words yet, thinking it was too early for those exact words, that she should wait a bit more to say them.

She finishes the laundry and when Denali finishes her work, they come together on the couch like two waves meeting. Denali snuggles against Rosé’s right side, resting her head on her shoulder, while Rosé slips an arm around her waist, holding her tight. Denali is half-asleep when the show ends, and Rosé carefully carries her to bed and tucks her in, leaving with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

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2. Words of Affirmation

Despite the freezing cold of the skating rink’s locker room, sweat beads on Denali’s forehead. This is the first routine she’s choreographed and coached for the eleven-and-twelve-year-old group she just took on in addition to the younger kids. Before that she stuck mostly with five- and six-year-olds, who were encouraged on the ice by their parents and thrilled by the sparkly costumes and idea of jumping in the air. It’s fun, and most of them stop formal lessons when it’s time to move into the next age group. But there’s rarely anyone who would continue to the eleven-twelve group if they weren’t serious about it, weren’t in it to compete and win. They’ll be competing with Denali as the coach now, with Denali to blame if something goes wrong.

What if something does go wrong? What if she didn’t teach them well enough? What if she’s not even a good teacher at all, and all the things she did teach them are wrong? What if someone gets hurt because of her? What if--

“I don’t know what it is about the snack bar here, but their hot chocolate is so good--Denali, what’s wrong?”

Denali’s head snaps up to see Rosé in the locker room, two Styrofoam cups of hot chocolate in her hands. She sets them on a bench and comes to Denali’s side, eyes filled with worry.

“Are you nervous about the routine?” Rosé asks.

Denali nods shakily, drawing in a breath. “It’s…bigger than I’m used to. With the little kids, it’s a huge deal if they stand up the whole time. But these kids really want to be great, and don’t even get me started on the parents. I’m just worried I didn’t teach them well enough, that I’m a bad coach.”

It’s a weight off her chest, and it leaves her slumping in relief, leaning into the hands Rosé places on her arms.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” Rosé says gently. “I was a wreck when I started teaching and we had our first choir concert. But you’re an amazing coach. I know you’ve taught those kids everything they need to know. I believe in you, Denali, and I’m so proud of everything you’ve done. Those kids are lucky to have you as their coach. And if any of their parents give you trouble, they’ll have to go through me first,” Rosé says fiercely, squeezing Denali’s arms.

Denali wipes away a tear, Rosé’s words everything she needed to hear. Denali’s no stranger to anxiety, to the doubts and worries swirling around her head. But to have Rosé, to have those words of trust and support, is sometimes exactly what she needs to quiet them down. Rosé believes in her, and Denali can believe in herself too.

“You’re right,” Denali says quietly. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Rosé nods, handing Denali one of the cups. “Let’s have some hot chocolate and go out there, okay?”

Denali nods, the drink warming her just as much as Rosé’s hand in hers as they head out.

—-

3. Quality Time

Ever since Rosé was little, she’s loved blanket forts. It started out as something her parents would do to make movie nights more special, but it quickly became something she asked for almost every weekend, or whenever she was upset. Something about curling up on the living room rug with blankets all around her made her feel safe, made movies even better and soothed any bad days she had at school.

The first time Rosé sheepishly suggested they watch a movie inside one, she hadn’t expected Denali to leap to her feet and run around the place looking for blankets and pillows. Denali had been in some nature scout troop when she was a kid--Rosé squealed at the picture of tiny Denali, teeth missing from her wide smile, wearing a vest and sash covered in patches--and knew how to pitch a tent, a skill she brought to their blanket fort. She used kitchen chairs and the couch for extra support, a canopy of cotton and flannel covering the living room. It stood strong and sturdy while they were nestled safely inside, and it became a movie night tradition.

“How’s the popcorn coming?” Denali asks.

“Almost done.” Rosé shakes the pot as the kernels pop while Denali tends to the hot chocolate, pouring it into two mugs--the one with little cartoon dogs Rosé bought so Denali could have her own special mug here, and the one with pink music notes Denali got Rosé as a just-because gift.

Rosé dumps the popcorn in a big bowl and Denali drops fistfuls of marshmallows into the mugs, bringing it all to the living room and sliding under the blanket fort.

The best part about the fort is that it’s just them inside. They leave their phones on the couch, and there’s no work, no stress, no distractions. Just them together, their attention fully devoted to each other. A time to simply be together with nothing in the way.

Rosé starts Stardust, nestling into the long body pillow perfect for fort nights, letting Denali snuggle up next to her. Rosé takes in her long eyelashes, her warm eyes, her soft lips. She takes it all in, this time to just be with Denali.

It would be a good time to tell Denali she loves her, but it’s so quiet, so peaceful, just their breathing and the movie, that Rosé doesn’t want to disturb the moment. Besides, being with Denali like this, wiping melted marshmallow off her nose, is a love more than words can describe.

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4. Physical Touch

Denali has always loved touch. Her parents loved her, she never doubted that, but they weren’t ones for physical affection. So Denali treasured every hug or hand on a shoulder she got from them, and sought out touches wherever she could get them. Her skating coach’s arms around her in a hug, congratulating her on her routine. A friend’s legs thrown over hers while they lay in the sunny backyard. Holding hands and interlocking fingers with her first boyfriend in high school, her first girlfriend in college.

She always sought and gave touches in her relationships. An arm around their waist, a hand on their back, her head on their shoulder. Something to let them know she was there, to share her love with them. And every touch she got back let her know they were there, filled her with their love too.

Rosé had told Denali early on that she’s asexual, and it didn’t change the way Denali feels about her, didn’t make her want to stop dating Rosé, just like Denali telling Rosé she’s bi didn’t change things either. If anything, it brought them closer, brought another level of trust between them.

But Denali also wanted to make sure her touches were okay, so they talked about what Rosé is comfortable with, what her boundaries are. Rosé gets a little uncomfortable with hands on her thighs, but she loves pretty much all other touches, loves them just as much as Denali. Hand-holding, bumping into each other while they cook, cuddling while they watch movies—Denali loves it all, and loves receiving it from Rosé especially, being filled with her love. Denali’s favorite is when Rosé wraps her arms around her from behind, resting her chin on Denali’s shoulder. Rosé does it now, and Denali melts into the touch. Rosé’s been extra clingy tonight, and Denali knows it’s because she’s had a stressful week, busy with concert rehearsals for her music classes.

“Cuddles tonight?” Denali asks. The touch will comfort Rosé, but each touch will comfort Denali too, letting her share her love and feel close to Rosé.

“Please,” Rosé sighs, guiding her to the couch with her arms still around Denali’s waist. She lays on her back and pulls Denali on top of her, their touches not stopping for a moment. “This week has been so long. I swear I hear those choir songs in my sleep.”

Denali snorts, resting her head on Rosé’s chest and stroking her arm. Her touches are gentle yet grounding, soothing the both of them, giving and receiving love the best way she knows how. She continues the touches as Rosé talks, talks about how much her students have improved, how excited they are. She’s rubbing gentle circles on Rosé’s shoulder as her words slow down and her eyes drift closed.

I love you, Denali thinks. They haven’t said it yet, though it’s not for a lack of the feeling. More that they feel it so much, both in themselves and from each other, that they’ve been hesitant to turn it to words, waiting for an opportunity that would be worthy of such a confession.

Denali could just say it now. She doesn’t need a special occasion to say it, even if it’s the first time. But Rosé has been still for the past few minutes, so she’s at least half-asleep, if not all the way there. Denali can wait. She strokes Rosé’s hair, and when Rosé sighs in content, Denali thinks she got the message anyway.

—-

5. Receiving Gifts

“Rosieeeee.”

Rosé looks up as Denali enters the apartment singing her name.

“What is it?”

“I got a present for you.” Denali has that almost-smug smile on her face, the one she always gets when has something she knows Rosé will love.

And Rosé finds a similar smile of excitement crossing her own face, eagerly accepting the bag Denali gives her. It’s not that Rosé has come to expect Denali to bring her something all the time. It’s not that she even wants Denali to bring something all the time, or that she sees her as nothing but a gift-bringer. It’s that Denali’s gifts, which might be tiny little things to anyone else, make Rosé feel loved. Make her feel known. No matter what Denali brings, Rosé loves it. Sometimes it’s something sweet, a chocolate bar with ruby chocolate purchased because it’s Rosé’s favorite color, shared between them while watching a movie. Sometimes it’s just silly, like the mini unicorn erasers Rosé keeps in a little bowl by her desk. They’re all treasured by Rosé, because Denali saw even the tiniest thing in a store somewhere and instantly thought of her, and it makes Rosé marvel at Denali’s love every time.

It’s like when her parents would surprise her with a new book that became a favorite, or with a new pack of crayons that she used to fill up her coloring books. The purest feeling of excitement, of trust and safety and love.

“Come on, open it!”

As much as she loves to receive the gifts, to receive Denali’s love, it’s equally clear how much Denali loves to give it. She barely makes it five seconds before giving it to Rosé, watching her open it with that proud grin on her face like a parent watching their kid on Christmas morning.

That grin is on full display now, and Rosé smiles too as she pulls the top off a box, one you might use for earrings or a necklace. Inside the box is a beautiful rose keychain, soft pink with gold sparkles. But the keychain is attached to something--to a key, and Rosé looks up in confusion.

Denali looks at her. “I figured it was about time you had a key to my place. Just in case, you know?”

Rosé grins. “You’re gonna regret this, Denali. I’ll sneak in your room at six am and give you a singing wake-up call. You’re not getting rid of me now,” she teases, but she squeezes Denali’s hand to show how much it means to her.

“I’d never want to get rid of you,” Denali says. “Unless you really do show up at six, then I’m taking that key back and burning it.”

They laugh together, and Rosé already plans on going there next week to surprise Denali.

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“Are you ready?” Rosé asks.

“Oh, I’m ready,” Denali says confidently, rubbing her hands together. “The real question is whether this place is ready for me.”

She strides into the boardwalk arcade, relishing in the bright neon lights and the hiss of arcade games spitting out paper tickets. Her parents used to drag her out of here as a kid, cutting short her quest to earn enough tickets for one of the big prizes, not just the bouncy ball or eraser you got for a mere 300 tickets. But today, it’s just her and Rosé, and they’ve already gone on the boardwalk rides and stuffed themselves with funnel cake, and now they can stay here as long as they want, clear the place out of tickets and prizes.

Denali hits up the skee-ball racks first, her and Rosé giggling next to each other as their balls fly up the ramps, giving into their competitive sides just a little as they aim for the 100-point slots in the top.

“Your aim could use a little work,” Rosé teases.

“So could your form,” Denali says. “Let me take you to the rink some time, I’ll help with that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” It’ll be another adventure, another night to enjoy, and Denali looks at Rosé, at her beautiful smile that still makes Denali’s heart flutter, and knows there’ll be no shortage of adventures, of nights like this.

She grabs Rosé’s hand and they race across the sticky floor, taking on pinball and balloon darts and Pac-Man, joking and laughing the whole time. At the end of the night, tickets spill out of their hands like tentacles, and Denali looks up at the row of prizes behind the main desk. She turns to Rosé and nods, and they pass out their tickets to the kids scattered through the arcade.

“Ice cream?” Denali asks. “All that winning made me hungry.”

Rosé snorts, but happily leads her to the ice cream stand. The stars are just starting to come out, little twinkles that catch Rosé’s hair, and Denali looks at her and says it.

“I love you.” She doesn’t need a special occasion for it, doesn’t need a worthy moment. Her love is something she can share as often as she wants, in words and in actions.

Rosé’s eyes widen and she breaks into a huge smile, pulling Denali close and kissing her cheek.

“I love you too.”

#submission #rpdr fanfiction #denali foxx #rosé #rosnali #fluff #lesbian au #athena2 #concrit welcome

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themusingsofafangirl · 3 years

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Tutor

Characters: V (DMC5) x Reader (Gender neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of drugs.

Word count: 1597 words.

Credits: all gif belongs rightfully to the creator.

ModernAU. High school.

V is assigned to mentor you by your teacher as you were falling behind in studies.

It’s half past 2 in the afternoon and you were sitting in the detention room staring outside the window feeling dead bored. Failing in school was not really a problem you cared so much about at the moment because you had other pressing matters to deal every day you leave the school grounds like how to make money to pay the bills and put food on the table for you and your younger sister. But the sob story of your broken family background was now a thing of the past and all you care about is how to survive. No one knows you lived the way you do. You did not have close friends but you were not so lonely either in school. You stand on the fence of isolation and popularity, dancing on it carefully ensuring you do not fall on either side for the sake of your sanity and protection.

“___” a voice calls your name.

You look up and notice your classmate V was standing in front of you with a bag on his shoulder. You wear an expressionless façade, rendering a nonchalant vibe about the whole mentor-mentee attempt of the academia saving you from failing in school. The boy then takes a seat in front of you and starts pulling out books and stationeries. You noticed the fingerless gloves in his hands and realising that he always wears them no matter what outfit he wore. You heard from other students that he wore them due to an accident and he was trying to hide his scars. He also almost never wore any outfit that was short sleeved. Your curiousness also tells you otherwise because you noticed a few black lines traced up to his fingertips. He has a tattoo, I bet for sure. You thought.

“We don’t have to do this, V” you said with arms crossed.

V pauses from flipping the pages of the textbooks and stares at you. Suddenly he lets out a scoff, “Do you think, I wanted this as well?” he says.

You grabbed your bag and stood up, “Well then we should just stop before we start and save ourselves time,” and turned to leave.

“Wait.” V grabs your wrist to stop you.

You look down at your hands and tried to pry them off from him, but he keeps them firm.

“You and I are one and the same. We don’t want to be here but we have to. If it’s too much to ask, let’s just pretend to have you study. They’re watching me.” V explains.

You scrutinised your eyes at first after hearing him say that. They’re watching me. What does he mean by that? You thought to yourself. You looked at V and noticed his eyes was signalling something; his eyes quickly looked to the right and you caught on. You looked to your right and noticed your homeroom teacher was watching you both from the door.

Yo, creepy much? You thought to yourself again.

“Okay Mr. Poet. Let’s play pretend. With my conditions. Firstly, you’ll tutor me like how you should. But I’m not going to give a damn about a word you say. Agreed?” you proposed to him.

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. “AND!” you suddenly interrupted,

“You have to tell me, why is the academic board watching you.”

His mouth hung open when he heard this proposal as his brows began to form a knot in between his forehead. “Fine, ____. So long I can save myself from trouble.”

You both came to an agreement. The first lesson he tutored you was on World History. You let him rant on explaining to you about the Great Depression, and the Korean War while you were pretending to listen, you were doodling on your notebook and creating little sketches of things that comes to your mind randomly. Three weeks passed and V was still tutoring you. However, whenever the teachers from the Academic Board leaves the detention room both of you relaxed a little and drop the charade. During times like this, V and you would have a small chat on everything else except studies. You learnt a lot about him; his favourite music, season, his pet peeves and noticed that he was not too different than you at all. Though, one has been itching in your mind since the day he first tutored you,

They’re watching me

“V, you haven’t told me yet.” You spoke up. Your friend stopped whistling Claire de Lune and looked at you confused.

“Told you what?” he asked.

“Why they watching you for?”

He sat up straight and placed both his elbows on the table, his hands perched under his chin.

“Yours truly, is on the verge of expulsion.” He sighs.

“Expulsion? A kid like you? No way.” You replied.

“Yes. Well, I was framed that’s all I know,”

“Framed? By who?” you asked.

“I don’t know, but I was framed for supplying ‘the good stuff’ in school.” He answered. “Only your homeroom teacher believed I didn’t do such a thing.”

“Miss Fayeman?”

“Yup. So, she gathered all the members of the Academic Board and told them that if I manage to tutor you to pass this term, then it proves that I’m no dealer.” He added on.

You sat there confused and in disbelief that a man like him would do such a thing because based on your observation, you damn well knew that V would not go that low to do such a thing in school. He has his pride and his motivation to achieve and drugs were out of the question entirely.

“And that is why ____, I need you to pass this term.” he says quietly.

You felt guilty after hearing his plead; but you did not want to show him your emotions. You too had your pride and image to maintain so you just looked elsewhere instead of him.

“I have to go,” you said. You packed all your things and rushed out immediately after that. You knew that you were the weakest in your class in terms of academics but you felt ashamed that someone else with other problems was dragged into yours just to help you clean up your act. You were out of mood the entire day, so much so that your sister left you a piece of Twinkie in front of your door. After going through some thinking, you decided that you wanted to help V clean his name. You still put up with the charade after school hours with him when he tutors you under the watchful eyes of the teachers, but when you got back home, you would recall all that he explained and revise them again in your room – the constant burning of the midnight oil even put a strain on your shoulders and back from slouching at the study table too long.

Exam season came, and you were ready to ace everything. V doesn't say much on that day, but the look on his face somewhat shows that he did not expect too much from you. You still kept your act; pretending to be unbothered about studies. When the results came, your homeroom teacher called you and V into the office.

“My, my.” Miss Fayeman says. “Looks like no one is getting expelled.”

V and you shared the same expression of confusion.

“Here, look for yourself.” Miss Fayeman added and pushed a slip of paper towards the both of you from across her table. You both scooted closer to the table and eyed the results carefully. Every single one of the subjects either had an A- or A on it and lastly the commentary from the Principal down below wrote,

Extraordinary improvement. Congratulations. Keep it up.

When the both of you left Miss Fayeman’s office, you held onto your result sheet and bolted out of the school building leaving V behind. You did not know what to feel. You could not believe that you actually studied to save a friend of yours whom you suddenly had feelings for from expulsion.

“___, wait!” he shouted and chased after you.

You ran out of the school building and made your way to the football field. You climbed up the bleachers and just sat yourself there, gasping for air. Not knowing how to react to everything that just happened. V made his way to where you were too, panting for air in his frail looking body. The poet made his way up to where you sat and crashed on one of the seats beside you.

“Jesus.” He exclaims. “What is wrong with you?”

You were still panting, but a smile slowly grows on your face. You felt like you have won the lottery – but most importantly, you saved someone from being expelled.

“V,” you said.

“Yeah?” he answers still gasping for air and cooling down his pulse.

“Would you come with me to homecoming?” you suddenly proposed.

“W-wha-“

“Homecoming, silly. I want you to be my date.” You said.

“I- uh. Yeah sure,” he says wearing a look that leaves him so puzzled.

“You and I are one and the same, indeed.” You added.

You got up from the bleachers and wanted to walk away, but V stops you from doing so by holding your hand and turning you around to give you a kiss. This caught you by surprised but you guess that your feelings for him was valid and mutual. He lets go from the kiss, smiling as he says,

“Joy is my name, - Sweet joy befall thee.”

“Blake, oh, Blake,” you said and pulls him in for a kiss again.

#vitale #v #dmc5 #v x reader #vitale x reader #devil may cry #devilmaycry5 #dmcv #vdmc #oneshotwednesdays

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fortune-fool02 · 4 years

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College Life

Diego Brando x female reader

Requested by: @juliannasposts

“Hello, again sweetheart! How are you doing? I really hope you're doing fine! I'd like to request another diego x reader, where both of them are in the college studying together and sometimes diego comes to the reader's house to help soothe her? Simply a fluff au one-shot with diego since I love this guy the most( ∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩ )♡. Thank you very much!”

Modern AU

Thank you for this request and I am doing fine! Please enjoy.

The mentor threw a final look at the clock before dismissing the lesson for the day, the students wasted no time in gathering their notes and equipment and rushing out the doors, enjoying the freedom of the weekend. That was not really the case for [Name].

[Name] had some of the highest grades in the course she was taking, and she wished to maintain that. She enjoyed the subject and the lessons though the other students seemed more interested in their parties and days out rather than the up-coming exams. The mentor had stated multiple times that these exams will not be easy and require all the topics they have covered since the beginning of the first term.

Though she may seem composed about these exams, it was not the case. Her nerves coiled more and more each passing day that the exams crept closer and closer. Before her thoughts could be too consumed by that, a tap on her shoulder pulled her from her thoughts.

Diego stood there, bag on his back, seeming to be waiting for her. “Come on, let’s go.” He huffed, his expression painted with irritation of waiting but that was just what Diego was like. He always had this air of annoyance and often kept his distance with people but he did let [Name] get close. She nodded and quickly gathered her things before standing up, leaving campus with the blonde man.

This was a common occurrence for her. Whenever they could leave campus together, Diego would go around to her house and they would revise together. During these sessions, their friendship developed and grew so much so it became a routine for them both. Neither of them would discuss it and rarely missed it. [Name] actually enjoyed Diego’s company, despite his bold and somewhat arrogant attitude, he was always calmer around her which she took as his way of being nice.

Once they got to [Name]’s house, she set her stuff down and got her notes out as Diego did. “Alright, so we will go over the biology topic first of the animals and then move onto today’s lesson. Does that sound good to you?” The blonde spoke, looking at the revision list they had been given on what could be on the exams. [Name] nodded and went off to make them both some coffee. As she waited for the kettle to boil, her mind wandered. These exams did have quite a lot of topics for them to revise and that plucked at her nerves.

There was a lot to revise, and [Name] was revising each and every night both with and without Diego to ensure her chances of doing good in them, but there was always this gnawing voice in the back of her head. She would fail. She would miss something and lower her score. She would disappoint everyone around her. She would fail the course. The more these thoughts spilled into her head, the more that cold dread coiled tighter in her chest, pulling at her nerves and making her body shake. She couldn’t do this.

Tears pricked her [Eye colour] eyes, her hand pressing against her mouth to try and muffle any sounds she was making as the world around her just faded. Her lungs felt tight, unable to hold a single breath and burned within her chest. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t pass the course, she couldn’t pass the exams. She couldn’t do it. Heat flushed through her body with shame and embarrassment, clashing against the coldness in her gut and her blood.

Diego heard the kettle click from the living room and continued looking at the notes when he heard another sound. Confused, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen to investigate. His cyan blue eyes widened a little when he saw the source of the odd sound. [Name] stood against the counter, her entire posture ridged and seeming to be struggling to hold herself up against the counter. One had latched against her mouth, tears spilling down her [Eye colour] eyes as she tried to muffle her sobs. Her body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

He approached her slowly and carefully wrapped his arms around her. One hand petting her [Hair colour] locks and the other holding her close,

“[Name], it’s alright. Just breathe, it’s alright.” he whispered to her. Not many would believe he, of all people, could comfort someone but he knew what to do. He knew these exams were wearing away at [Name] and it was only a matter of time before she broke down like this. She might have had others fooled but he knew her, he knew the little signs she expressed when she was stressed.

[Name] latched onto Diego like a lifeline, and he let her, continuing to soothe her the best he could, whispering encouragement and comfort in her ear. Her body shook against his but he ignored that, softly petting her hair. It took a few minutes of this before he felt her body starting to calm down as her sobs died down. The blonde man pulled away and wiped the tears away,

“S-Sorry, Diego.” [Name] sniffled, trying to take more steady breaths to calm herself. She must look like an idiot now. Diego rose a brow at her,

“For what?” He asked, confusion stitched into his words at her apology. She looked up at him, wiping her eyes a little.

“For being a mess. I didn’t mean to-” She was cut off by Diego grabbing her shoulder and looking at her.

“Don’t apologise for something so silly, [Name]. I know you’re worried about the exams and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” he told her, his voice soothing and calm, brushing away the gnawing worry that plagued her. “I, honestly, think you will do great in these exams.”

He...He did? Diego Brando, one of the most successful students at college, believed that she would do great in these exams? For some reason, that made a soft warmth bloom inside of her, flowing through her body like a steady, calming stream, washing away the worry. He believed in her. Diego Brando believed in her.

He gave her a smile and patted her shoulder, “How about we revise later? I think we did well enough in lesson for a deserved break.” She mirrored his smile and turned back to making the coffee, handing Diego his in the Jurassic Park cup he always used. Something that she thought was fitting as he mainly focused on the study of reptiles.

She followed him back into the living room with a smile. Perhaps she could pass the exams after all? The fact that he believed in her seemed to make her feel more determined to.

#diego brando #jojo bizarre adventure #diego brando x reader #jojo bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jojo x reader #diego brando jojo #steel ball run x reader #diego steel ball run #steel ball run #jojo part 7 #jjba #sbr

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official-weasley · 3 years

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 5, Ch. 3

PART 5: THE YEAR WHEN EVERYONE FIGHTS Chapter 3 - The Vera Verto Fight

Nova

We decided to go study down by the Lake as it was the only sunny day in the whole week. We had blankets and jackets and hot tea and sweets, so we were well prepared.

Bill, Charlie, Tulip, Tonks, and I sat down, ready to open our books. We knew that Penny wouldn't join us as she was studying with Andre and by the look on her face the morning after her 'unofficial date' in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, I was ready to bet that what they were doing in the Library wasn't just studying.

I grabbed my Advanced Transfiguration notes and sat between Bill and Charlie. Every time Charlie turned a page in his Defense Against the Dark Arts book, I placed my head on his shoulder to see if there was something I might need to revise. Bill asked if he could copy some of my Advanced Transfiguration notes as what Professor McGonagall was teaching me, he had to learn for his N.E.W.T.s.

I couldn't believe this was the last year we would have with Bill at Hogwarts. I was going to miss him and I think so was Charlie as he invited him to join us studying more often than any other year before that.

I didn't want to be too confident but I felt very prepared for both my Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creature O.W.L.s that's why I decided to ask Tulip to help me with Astronomy first and later I was planning to ask Tonks to help me with Herbology.

Tulip was just explaining the magical powers a Solar Eclipse has when I caught Penny and Andre rushing towards us with the corner of my eye. Andre looked rather worried and Penny was holding something behind her back.

“Nova, we need your help!” She breathed, kneeling in front of me. Charlie groaned as she sat on his notes. “Sorry, Charlie.” She apologized and looked back at me.

“What's wrong?” I asked, worried. “Well, I was helping Andre with his Transfiguration spells and he cast the animal to goblet spell on one of the school mice and it doesn't look good.” She made a squeamish face. She took the thing she was holding from behind her back and I gasped at the sight of it.

The goblet, which was supposed to be perfectly transfigured from a mouse, had white fur and a pair of eyes. Tulip and Tonks started laughing.

“It's not funny!” Penny frowned at them. “It can happen to anyone.” She defended Andre. “Of course it can.” Charlie reassured her, even though I sensed some sarcasm in his voice. I giggled.

“Well, let me try fixing it.” I took the half mouse half goblet from her hands and placed it on one of my books. “Reparifarge.” I whispered. The mouse-goblet monstrosity quickly turned back into its animate object and Charlie leaned forward to catch it as it was ready to escape. His eyes glowed as he was observing the little creature. Animal lover!

“How did you do that?” I looked up at Andre, who was staring at me with an open mouth. “We learned this spell in class 2 years ago, Andre.” I giggled. “Now, could you please explain to me what went wrong?”

Andre started to tell us how he did the spell exactly as he remembered McGonagall do it. Three taps on the mouse with his wand and saying the incantation. Penny was sure that he pronounced it correctly.

“And did you focus on the goblet? Did it appear in your mind?” I asked. “You sound like McGonagall.” Andre was still stunned.

“That's why I brought you to her, nobody except McGonagall can teach you as Nova can.” The lot all nodded in agreement and I couldn't help but blush as I was flattered.

“Sit down Andre.” I tapped the space in front of me. “Tell me five features of a mouse.” I pointed at the mouse now napping on Charlie's head for which he was over the roof about. “Its fur is white. It has red eyes. It's alive. It has a hairless tail. It has tiny little claws.” He counted on his right hand. I nodded. “Now, do the same for the goblet.” I continued. “For the goblet? Why does it matter what kind of a goblet it turns out to be?” He looked puzzled. I slammed my hand to my forehead.

“Andre, do you ever listen in Transfiguration?” I asked, trying not to offend him. “Even I know we have to have a clear picture of the goal object in our mind, mate.” Charlie added. “See, that's what probably went wrong.” Penny touched Andre's shoulder.

“So what am I supposed to do?” He frowned, trying hard to think.

“Let's start with the most simple goblet. Its five characteristics: it's made out of gold, it has a metallic taste, it has a finely polished gold color, it's about the same size your half-mouse goblet was and let's say it has a little heart inscribed in it.” I decided to mock Penny a little and have some extra fun. I heard Tulip and Tonks giggle as they were on to me.

“Let me show you how to do it, just in case something went wrong during the casting as well.” I took my wand out of my robes and I turned to Charlie and took the mouse from him and in return, I got the saddest little expression on his face. My poor Weasley! I held the mouse in my hand and pointed my wand at it.

“One, two, three...” I tapped on the mouse. “Vera Verto.” The transfiguration was perfect. The goblet looked just as I described it to Andre. He stared at it, his mouth open. The rest of them seemed pretty unphased by it as it didn't come as a surprise to them at all that I transfigured something perfectly.

“Now, it's your turn.” I untransfigured the mouse again and gave it back to Charlie, whose eyes beamed. “I want you to close your eyes and imagine the goblet I just described to you.” Andre closed his eyes and I gave him a few moments trying not to rush him.

“Okay, I think I'm ready.” I turned to Charlie again and he frowned at me, giving me the mouse.

I placed the mouse on top of my books.

“Since Penny said you didn't have any problems casting the spell, give it a try.” We all looked as Andre took a deep breath. He pointed his wand at the mouse and made three taps.

“Vera Verto.” He said and the mouse transformed into a goblet I made him imagine.

He managed to cast the spell perfectly. Tulip, Tonks, Charlie, and Bill clapped while Penny hugged me.

“Blimey, Nova. Thank you!” Andre said and reached for something in his bag. He took out a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and handed it to me. “I don't know how else to thank you for this. You might've just saved my Transfiguration O.W.L.” He smiled at me.

“Oh, no problem.” I grinned, proud of myself and him for managing to do it on his first try. Well, second try if we count the disaster they brought with them.

��Well, see you lot around. Nova, see you on the pitch tomorrow.” He nodded at me as he stood up. “And I'll guess I'll see you later Penny.” He turned to her and I could swear both of them blushed. Could they be more adorable!

After that lesson, we all reckoned we should take it easy as we have been doing nothing but studying lately. We all waited for Andre to leave and then we turned to Penny.

“I'll see you later, Penny.” Tonks imitated Andre and turned her hair dark brown and short like his was. We all burst out laughing.

“Oh, bugger off!” She said even though I could see she didn't mind the teasing.

I placed my head on Charlie's legs and looked at the leaves moving back and forth on the branches above us. Bill decided to doodle in my notebook. He was the only one besides Charlie that I let him do that as he always left an inspirational quote or a cute little note like 'You're going to have a great day!' in it.

Just as Tulip started to snooze on Tonks' shoulder Penny started talking about O.W.L.s again. She wanted to know how we were progressing, what we were most afraid of, which subject was the easiest for us to study, and then she tried to make us feel guilty by saying that they are just around the corner and that we can't afford any days off while having her nose deep in Tonks' Herbology notes.

At this point, Tonks wasn't the only one who was annoyed by her. I exchanged looks with Charlie and Tulip who both rolled their eyes and as we just wanted to take the rest of the day to relax, I decided to say something to her.

“Penny, sweetie, I love you but for the sake of all of us could you stop for a second.” I pleaded.

“What?” Penny was confused at her interruption.

“All you talk about are O.W.L.s! We have quite a few months to go and today is the first day we have off since the professors have bombarded us with work since 2nd September and besides, we did well today already as we helped Andre with Transfiguration. We just want to relax a little.” The group nodded in agreement but Penny obviously didn't see that as she frowned.

“Oh, yeah. Well, all you talk about are animals!” She struck back. Tulip gasped and it made Tonks sit up straight.

“Excuse me?” I pressed my hand to my chest, shocked as that came out of nowhere. I thought I asked her to stop talking about O.W.L.s nicely. Penny stood up and I followed her lead. “At least I talk about something relaxing that doesn't put immense pressure on all of us.”

“You know Nova, sometimes you're just...you're...” I glared at her, my eyes narrowing. “Yes, what am I? Say it!” I hissed at her. If she isn't going to be nice, neither am I.

“You're so reckless about your education because you think you don't need to do good in anything else than Care of Magical Creatures to be a Magizoologist!” That even made Charlie gasp.

“Girls...” Bill tried to stand up, as I am sure since Penny took a step closer to me, that as a Head Boy he felt obliged to intervene. When Penny and I both darted him with our angry looks, he decided to sit back down. “You ought to sit this one out, mate.” I heard Charlie whisper to him. They continued to look at us.

“Yes,” continued Penny, “and you are also oblivious to your love life.” All of them including me gasped now. I bet they are sorry they ate all their sweets already as I can imagine this was a good show for them. “And WHAT is that supposed to mean?” I barked at her. “Oh, Quidditch this and Quidditch that. It was obvious since day one you like that McNully boy. Just admit that you have a crush Nova, it's not the end of the world!”

“You have a crush on McNully?” Tonks interrupted our staring contest. “See, I didn't think of him.” Tulip said, reminiscing on her guessing list. “Really?” Charlie said, but to my surprise, his voice was rather sad compared to the excited Tonks and Tulip who couldn't wait to find out more details.

“That was uncalled for, Penny!” I yelled at her now as if we weren't already attracting enough audience from other students at the Lake. “Oh, come on. Why do you have to make such a deal out of it? Hiding it all last year! It's just a crush, we're teenagers we all have one!” She extended her hand pointing at our friends. “Oh, yeah? Like you had one on Bill in our 3rd year?” Bill was the one that gasped now. Tulip started to clap at this point as the show kept getting better and better.

Bill cleared his throat and as Penny and I looked at him he winked at her. Charlie punched him gently in the shoulder. “Oh, get off it, Bill. Never going to happen.”

Penny looked back at me completely unphased by Bill's wink which seemed to offend him.

“Oh, I can't deal with you right now!” Penny started to pack her bag and put it on her shoulder. “Where are you going? Studying for O.W.L.s?” I put as much emphasis on the last word as I could. I have never seen Penny so red in the face, not even when Andre was around. “Yes, for the matter of fact, yes I am!” Was the last thing she said and stormed off. I scoffed and sat back down.

“She had a crush on me?” After a few minutes, Bill broke the silence. “Now is not the time, Bill.” I put my hand up to stop any further questioning.

We sat in silence at what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't believe what a fight I just had with Penny and I felt so bad about it as I was thinking how are we going to recover from this. Tulip interrupted my train of thought.

“Nova, I'm sorry to be the first one to speak and I know you both said some things that you didn't mean but you have to go after her. Your friendship is more important than revealing some stupid crush or the O.W.L.s, but don't tell Penny I said that.” She was right, I had to go after her.

I stood up and ran to the Library which was the obvious choice for my search for Penny. I ran as fast as I could, the guilt killing me. I tried to be as quiet when I stepped into the Library as I possibly could. I found her at one of the more remote tables. It was obvious she wanted to hide away from everybody.

“What do you want?” She asked, her eyes red. “Penny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say the things that I did.” I gestured if I could sit next to her and she pulled out a chair.

“Yeah, well you're right. I am obsessing over O.W.L.s too much. I just can't help it. I am so worried about them and we have so many other things to do, it's really scary what our Sixth and Seventh Year will be like, you know.” She hiccuped.

“I know. And perhaps we don't show it Penny, but we are all just as worried.” I placed my hand on her back. “But you have to cut yourself some slack. Do you remember Bill's O.W.L.s, he looked like a Mummy!” Penny chuckled at the memory.

“You're right. I should try to take a day off here and there.” She sighed and looked at me. “I'm sorry I snapped at you like that. And I'm sorry I revealed your crush in front of everyone. I know I promised I wouldn't tell.” A tear started running down her cheek.

“I know you didn't mean it. They would've found out sooner or later anyway.” I swung my hand. No boy mattered right now. I wanted us to get back to the way we were. “I guess.” She nodded even though I knew she won't forgive herself that easily. She took these things more seriously than I did. “And I'm sorry I told everyone, including Bill, that you had a crush on him.” She chuckled.

“Did you see that he winked at me?” She pulled a tissue out of her robes and blew her nose. “I did!” I was surprised at Bill's reaction.

“But I have Andre now.” The smile spread all across her face. “We almost kissed the other day.” She looked at me, her cheeks now red.

I gasped and leaned on my arm as she began to explain how they were cuddling in the Courtyard and she laughed at something he said so much that she leaned a bit too close and for a second she thought they were going to kiss but she backed away just in time as she didn't want their first kiss to be accidental.

When I was looking at her, talking about Andre with sparks in her eyes, I knew that everything was okay again and that I got my best friend back. We promised to each other to never snap at like that again and she promised me to stop nagging us about O.W.L.s so much.

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stellar-imagines · 4 years

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HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝stressed out.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Shinsou with their S/O getting stressed over homework, exams, training, etc to the point of getting sick.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Midoriya is a very supportive person! He's gunning to be the best Hero out there and make All Might proud which actually meant he had to be stronger than anyone else. Everyone in his class can be rivals but then again, everyone was sharing the same dream. When he sees you studying or training, he offers his help. And that was when he saw the signs of you not getting enough sleep.

♤ Now UA isn't just any high school. It's a prestigious one where students can step out into the outside world as heroes, support specialists and etc. In addition to the normal studies that any other high school provides, there were other subjects that are hero-related. Whether it was in the Hero Course, Support Course or even the General Department, there are extra subjects for you to learn.

♤ It was easy to see how you've been working hard for the past few days. There were reports to submit for English and History. In addition, there's gonna be a quiz for Maths coming soon. On top of that, you needed to train harder to catch up to everyone. He invites himself into your room when you're studying, bringing some of your favorite snacks and drinks. When it comes to studying, he's very happy to help you with whatever he can.

♤ Midoriya is a worrier. When he sees you clearly overworking yourself, he doesn't hesitate to approach you, reminding you to take a break and relax for a while. All you did was smile at his kindness and he actually believed that you would heed his advice. And he was dumb enough to believe that you would actually follow his words. You did, but it all lasted for a while, around 15 minutes, before you realize that there was something you needed to revise.

♤ He noticed that you were sick when you showed up to school looking very tired. Your entire body was burning up and you're insisting that you're feeling just fine when you're not. This boy doesn't hesitate to resort to force, he's bringing you back to your room and insists you to rest despite your protests. You gave in to his pleading because who could resist the way he was looking at you. Midoriya's face showed it all, pain, sadness and worry.

♤ He's by your side most of the time, brings you food and water. Midoriya makes sure that you're not alone and he rambles on and on about something until you eventually fall asleep. This boy gets tons of cool fever gel and asks you where you're feeling a hot. He pastes it everywhere you points, please stop him. Gives you a full copy of his notes on the subjects that you missed out.

♤ This boy is your personal nurse for the next few days you're sick. After recovering, Midoriya still keeps a close eye on you, making sure you stay hydrated and not overwork yourself. He's there to remind you that you're doing your best and stop you when he thinks that you need a break.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou doesn't really treat you that specially. You're his girlfriend, someone he acknowledges. However, that doesn't mean he's unaware of the subtle changes. No, scratch that, you were actually overworking yourself. At first, it was an admirable thing, seeing you work so hard and all that. So, he let you do as you pleased. He's happy to know that your relationship isn't getting in your way of becoming a hero. Whenever he comes over to your room, you'd be studying. And honestly, he doesn't mind the silence and lack of attention.

☆ At first, he noticed how you're always excusing yourself and cancelling plans with your friends. And you would lock yourself up in your room, doing revisions and re-reading notes that you took during class. He sees this as you being diligent. Bakugou keeps in touch with you though, through texts and updates from your classmates.

☆ However, when things got a bit too far, he gets annoyed. Realllllly pissed. You'd go as far as to turn down his offers, saying that you needed to do some more training or studying. He invites you to eat dinner with him? You'd say you need to study and review some notes. On the weekends where he wants to just do nothing but be with you? You would apologize with a smile and say that you want to practice your quirk. Bakugou really admires your handwork but this is a bit too much.

☆ Bakugou notices your sluggish state almost in an instant. Your friends were questioning you whether you were fit enough to even participate in extra training after school but you would smile and tell them that you were fine. He's having none of it though. He happened to be within the vicinity when Uraraka invited you yo train. He marched over towards you, hoisted you up like a sack of potatoes and brings you to your room despite how much you yelled in his ear, demanding him to put you down.

☆ He complains about you being stupid enough to skip meals and bottle all your emotions. Bakugou says that you're annoying, an idiot for overworking yourself, pushing yourself too far and not knowing your limits. At the same time, he's cooking meals, changing the cool gel and buying medicine for you. Honestly, he wants to be with you at all times, especially after being neglected for a while.

☆ Very relieved to see you resting in your bed buy very unhappy at the fact that you're sick. Bakugou feels a bit responsible since he had been watching you the entire time but made no effort to stop you from working yourself to the bone. He secretly likes it when you're sick because you're very clingy and it gives him an excuse to pamper you.

☆ He decides to stay close with you ever since then. He decides to join you on your training sessions, making sure that you don't overwork yourself. Bakugou gives good advice that can improve your fighting style vastly! And who wouldn't want one of the smartest students in the class tutoring you on the subjects you had difficulty in. Did we mention how he likes it when you're relying on him? If we didn't then, he really likes it when you rely on him.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Todoroki is bad at feelings and being in a relationship is foreign for him. He does his best in the relationship, takes you on dates, studies with you and etc. In addition, he's oblivious to most things. He doesn't really analyze people's behavior or pay any much attention to how people act around him. But when he started dating you, he was able to pick up a few of your habits unconsciously. Things like the small change in your movements when you're happy, sad or embarrassed. Even to the small details like how you would sway your feet back and forth or fidget when you're feeling bored.

♡ It began to become a habit of his to observe you from a distance. Todoroki is aware of how hard you're training everyday. With everyone improving day by day and getting better after each day, it was no surprise that you wanted to keep up with everyone else and not fall behind. He, himself, easily picked up on how the rest of his classmates are improving recently.

♡ He might appear stoic, aloof and a bit distant but he's actually worried about you. Todoroki thinks that you're fine and all, just wanting to be stronger and all that. It actually motivates him to do better too so it doesn't really bother him that you're training so much. He sees it as you working hard to achieve your goals, it actually motivates him to do better.

♡ Todoroki actually tags along on your training sessions. As students of UA, studies are much more different than in normal schools. In addition to the extra training lessons, you study more often that you normally do. Everything started to get a bit harder and it was no surprise that you were stressing out. At the times where he wasn't able to join your training sessions, he texts to remind you not to overwork yourself.

♡ He discovered that you were sick when you came late to school on one day, he was quite worried to see you behaving differently. Todoroki easily assumed that you were sick and insisted that you take the day off and rest in the dorms. But you were stubborn.

♡ He seriously doesn't know what to do at this point. You had told him that just staying by your side was more than enough. Being sick often meant that you're not able to move around that much on your own. He does his best though! Refilling your empty glass with water. In addition, he changes the wet towel on your forehead when you're asleep. He goes out of his way to buy food for you because he's not good at cooking. Okay, he shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen, please keep him away from the kitchen.

♡ Todoroki is a bit more worried now though. He fears that you will stress over everything up to the point you fall sick again. This guy does his best to ensure that you're not stressing that much, telling you not to worry too much about it. He helps you with your studies by tutoring you. As he is one of the smartest students in the class, you were able to learn a lot from him.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

♧ In the early stages of the relationship, Shinsou is very distant. He's very worried and scared to be in a romantic relationship with another person. He's gotten used to people shunning him for his quirk, making the assumption that he would turn into a villain. So, it became a natural thing for him to isolate him from others. You had been the first one to break him out of his shell and made him fall in love with you. A relationship was actually the last thing on Shinsou's mind because he's more focused on becoming a hero and proving himself.

♧ But when you came in, everything around him came crashing down. He fell in love, got into a relationship with you and his life seemed a bit better. Shinsou isn't that good at showing his emotions but he's developed a skill for reading people. It was fairly easy for him to tell that you're lying whenever you texted him you were fine. He's very gentle and has his own special ways to show affection. He gives you a hug when he thinks you need it, compliments on every single thing you do to cheer you up.

♧ Even though this actually boosts your confidence and makes you less stressed, it didn't stop you from doing what you had intended to do all along. You continue to overwork yourself, whether it was studying or training. Shinsou doesn't seem to mind that you're not spending that much time with him. You'd apologize and ask him to forgive you this once but he would wave it off, saying that it was no problem. But when it grew frequent, he started to miss your presence.

♧ Shinsou finally realized that you were stressing yourself when he visiting your room at night, with hands filled with snacks. You were seated on your desk, hand in your hair as you glared at your notebook, eyelids slowly falling shut which indicated how sleepy you actually were. The look on your face said everything he needed to know.

♧ You stressing over homework, exams and training which results in getting not enough sleep? Shinsou is having none of that. He's the one who's supposed to not get enough sleep around here. Boy, he's a smooth talker and you bet your ass that it doesn't take long for him to persuade you to take a break from studying and training. Unfortunately, you had gotten ill from pushing yourself a bit too much. When you fall ill, he would give you the 'I told you so' look. But he does his best to nurse you back to health. He's not that good at nursing but he does his best okay? Shinsou is always by your side, making sure you need everything you need.

♧ Boy is as bad as Midoriya actually but he doesn't show it. This guy has never been close with anyone before so he goes a bit too extra. He takes quite a while to choose medicine and reads 10 different articles on how to nurse a sick person to health.

♧ To ensure that this doesn't happen again, he's always checking in on you. He would drop by with some snacks and drinks, inviting you to walk around for a break. Brings you around places where you can relax, like the park or a small cafe that wasn't too busy. Anything that can get your mind off school, honestly.

Total: 2163 words Published: 31.12.2019

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thebookkeeperslibrary · 3 years

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Lost Time: Ch. 6

Fandom: Time Warp Trio

Author: The_Bookkeeper_96

Rating: T

Summary: Another summer at Horae Manor begins, but before Joe and Tessa get the chance to train, they are sent out on a mission to explore the magic capital of the universe, Mancika. Rumours of illegal magic conversion spread throughout the city, and Joe and Tessa need to locate those responsible. But after the events of last summer, Joe isn't eager to work with his Aether partner, and the two are struggling more with each other than with their enemies.

A/N: Look who's back ;) I promise, I'm not dead, and I still very much want to keep the small TWT community going. Hopefully, my updates will be more consistent going forward.

P.S.: Thinking about starting a tag list for story updates. Let me know if you're interested/want to be added.

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"In reviewing the tragic incident that occurred at Horae Manor last week, the Great Council has decided to revise the current requirements for acceptance. From this point forward, for the safety of 'lesser magic' users, Horae Manor will only be open to current Warp and Aether wizards and their potential successors. Our thoughts and condolences go out to the families of those affected by last week's events, and we hope this change will prevent such things going forward." - Excerpt of Great Council Decree 57 from the year 1908

"You can't be serious. He doesn't know anything!" Tessa exclaims, then suddenly remembers that I'm now standing right next to her. "No offense."

I bite my tongue. No point in arguing in front of Rowena and Cassius, they'd just punish us in some other way. Though forcing us to work together when we were clearly not on good terms seems cruel enough. I force myself to shrug like her little outburst doesn't sting at all.

She'd said that with no hesitation. So what if I didn't do my required reading? What good would knowing the history of magic do for me in a battle?

I briefly picture myself fighting a game show host who keeps shouting trivia questions at me. He demands to know who the first Warp Wizard was, and if I get the question wrong, his powers grow stronger. Three wrong answers and he can turn me into a mouse with the snap of his fingers or smite me with a single bolt of lighting.

I snap out of my daydream, hoping I haven't missed anything. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that could never happen. Knowledge wasn't one of the nine magics. Right?

Maybe one chapter wouldn't hurt…

"Tessa," Ro sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, "this is a partnership. Warp and Aether wizards rely on each other. Your magic cannot exist without the other half. Your independence is admirable, but from now on you two need to be working together every step of the way."

"I know that, but shouldn't you at least teach him some basic magic first? How to put up a shield or shoot some energy balls?" Tessa frowns and stares at the floor. "This is serious stuff. He could get hurt, or worse."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here." I cross my arms. Ready now more than ever to start this fight. Why is she acting as if she cares about me getting hurt? She certainly didn't seem to mind last summer in Paris or Cealus. The concerned expression on her face is almost enough to make me believe her, but after last year, I know better than that. What game is she playing here?

"We have spent the last year trying to come up with exercises for the two of you to learn how to cooperate. I had hoped that once we revealed the time decay, you would understand the brevity of the situation. Clearly not." Cas crosses his arms, giving me the impression of a disappointed father.

I remember from our conversation last summer that Cassius is married. Did he have kids too? And had he really spent the last year focusing on Tessa and me instead of his own family? We can't be that special. I wonder if his wife ever came to visit here at Horae. Where did Cas live anyway when he wasn't here? I doubt he'd answer any of my questions about his personal life, especially since he wouldn't answer any of my questions about magic.

"Okay, so maybe our teamwork needs a little improvement," I relent. "But how are we supposed to work on that if you make us fight each other?"

"You're not fighting each other." Rowena flicks her wrist towards us.

I blink. Without warning, Tessa and I are standing on the far side of the gym facing down our mentors. This gym really is bigger than I thought. Or at least, Rowena made it seem that way.

"You're fighting us."

My heart plummets into my stomach. This has to be some weird test. They won't make us fight them. They're professional wizards who had years of magic experience. They are literally the greatest time and space magic-users alive. We would never be able to beat them. I have no training and Tessa only has a year under her belt. She did pretty well against Rowena alone, but with Cassius fighting her too? This would be a disaster for us.

"You guys are really on it with the jokes tonight. But seriously, what's the plan?" Apparently, Tessa is just as stunned as I am, which does nothing for my hopes. We really would be getting crushed. So much for having a good start for the summer.

"We are serious. Don't worry, we'll take it easy on you." Warm purple light glows around Rowena.

"You don't necessarily have to beat us, just knock us out of the arena. As long as we see a decent showing of teamwork from the both of you, we'll consider that a win for you." Cassius' body begins to glow that signature time magic green. "And we won't end this until you do."

Is it my imagination or is the room shifting in size and shape? And why does everything feel like it's moving a lot slower now? Ro and Cas couldn't be using their magic like that already, they weren't even doing anything except standing there. Just how powerful were they?

How powerful could Tessa and I become?

The thought gives me a burst of excitement. This battle could actually be a great way to learn what I will be able to do someday. Maybe there's some way I can trick Cas into showing off all his moves and tricks.

"We're starting now? You're not even going to give us time to strategize?" Tessa holds her arms out in exasperation.

"You will have very few fights in your life where you will have time to strategize. Besides, you know nothing about each other's strengths and weaknesses or fighting styles. And you've only seen Ro fight, not me." Cas cracks his knuckles, the green mist slowly curling farther and farther up his arms.

Okay, so we're doing this.

I try to remember how I felt every time I used my magic before. My hands would always tingle and my chest would feel warm, but the only time I'd ever been able to do anything was in high-stress situations. Like if my life was in danger or the life of someone I care about. But Cas and Ro had already said they'd be going easy on us, so there's no real danger here.

I feel nothing. No tingle. No warmth.

Great, maybe my magic is broken. Which means I have to rely on Tessa during this. Even better. I inwardly roll my eyes. Is that why they were doing this? To build my trust in her by forcing me to lean on her during a fight?

"We can win this if we play it smart. But you need to listen to what I say." Tessa snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Why do you get to be in charge?" I cross my arms. Even if that is Cas and Ro's plan, that doesn't mean I have to follow it. I can prove to them that I know what I'm doing.

"Because I'm the only here with any experience."

"So? You don't know what I've been up to this past year. Maybe I've been practicing my magic non-stop."

"Have you?"

"Well-"

My world turns green as Cas blasts us with magic. "Not off to a good start, you two."

I cringe. I can hear the disappointment in his voice from here. I guess it won't hurt to at least try to cooperate with Tessa. As long as she doesn't betray me again. If Cas and Ro think we're so important that they're spending all their free time thinking about us, the least we can do is try to live up to their expectations.

"Fine. What's your plan?"

"I need you to distract them."

"Distract them how?"

Tessa runs a hand over her face. "I don't know! Just think of something, and fast."

Before I can even blink, she throws up a shield in front of us, blocking another attack from our mentors. I can't help but cough as the smoke clears around us.

"Magic combat lesson number one: move."

Tessa winces and waves the smoke away. "Cas is right. Standing still like this is a death sentence. We have to run or hide."

"There's nowhere to hide."

"So run."

Just like that, she bounces away, using the last remaining smoke as cover.

Okay, distract two super powerful wizards. I can do that.

How do I do that?

My mind races as my feet start to carry me away. I have to get them to focus on me so Tessa can do… what exactly is Tessa planning on doing? I try to find her, before realizing that that's probably not going to help her.

The room shakes, and suddenly I'm running into a wall I'm pretty sure wasn't there two seconds ago.

A stinging pain flares up above my eye. My hand reaches up and pulls away with blood smeared across my palm. Okay, apparently 'go easy on us' doesn't mean we won't get hurt. Noted.

"You need to pay attention. Especially when your opponent can manipulate the battlefield," Rowena calls out.

Well, at least I had their attention. Hopefully, Tessa can go do her thing now. I want this fight to be over with as soon as possible. Cas was right. I'm nowhere near ready for this. Magic only came to me on accident or when someone was in serious danger. Even if I could, there was no way I could focus enough right now to summon any amount of power.

I laughed. "I meant to do that."

Both Ro and Cas raised their brows at me. "Really?"

"Totally. We definitely have a plan, and we are definitely going through with it." Another nervous chuckle escaped my throat. If I can keep them talking to me, Tessa should be able to go through with her plan. I tried not to frown or show any irritation. Of course, it really would help if I knew her plan.

Our mentors' hands begin to glow. I gulp down a bubble of air. This isn't good, but I can't let them see me panic.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tessa scaling the wall towards the seats where Cas and I had been earlier. Wait, is her plan to escape and leave me here while I get attacked? My fists clench. I shouldn't be surprised. This was exactly the kind of behavior she had shown last summer. A list of crude insults runs through my mind. I shake them away. No time to think about that. I have to focus on what's happening right in front of me.

A familiar warmth built up in my chest. Was it magic? One way to find out.

I lift my hands and close my eyes. Just push it out. That's all I have to do. I take a deep breath, feeling the warmth swirl deeper within me. My fingertips tingle in anticipation.

Without warning, the room shakes again, and my body flings to the side. I just barely manage to stay on my feet, but the warmth in me is suddenly replaced with nausea.

My arms wrap around my stomach. I bend over and try not to vomit. Damn space magic.

I look up to see Ro and Cas looking confused, and I understand why. They're no longer near me where they were. Instead, they're a hundred feet away from me on the other side of the arena. Had it always been this big?

I try to find Tessa, but I can't see her anywhere. So she really did leave. Great.

Ro's eyes scan the edges of the arena and land on something in the far corner. Try as I might, I can't see what she sees.

Pointing at the corner, her fingers curl into a fist, and she pulls her arm into her side.

The corner flies in closer, but there's nothing there.

Rowena frowns. "What?"

I see a flash of movement off to my side, but don't dare look at it. Maybe Tessa didn't abandon me after all. But looking at her wouldn't help her. It would only reveal her location to our opponents.

Now, Ro and Cas are both frantically looking around the room, trying to locate Tessa. But they're not having any luck.

Our roles had reversed since the start of the fight. Tessa was now serving as the perfect distraction. Both Cas and Ro were completely focused on her, which gave me the opportunity to strike. And how could I not?

All I have to do is summon one burst of magic and push Cas and Ro out of the arena. No problem. Not at all.

I tried to bring back the warmth that I felt earlier. Surprisingly, it did. The heat and tingling flare back to life, making me shudder. An uncontrollable grin splits open my face. Maybe I am good at this magic thing after all.

The heat increases and my whole body feels electrified. Had it always felt this intense and painful? Whatever, me and my magic were ready to go.

My hands are already glowing by the time I pull them up. I can't contain my excitement. I'm doing it! I'm really using magic! Focusing everything I have on my hands, I point at Ro and Cas who are both conveniently placed near the edge of the arena. They must be so focused on Tessa, they don't even realize where they're standing.

I smirk. This is too perfect. I could feel my magic ready to burst. With one final breath, I let my magic loose just as a wall of purple appears in front of me.

And my world goes white.

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My hearing returns first. A sharp ringing echoes in my head. As it slowly fades away, the sound of voices filters through.

"Do you know how difficult it's going to be to repair this gym?" The first voice is stern, angry.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know he would do that. I- I didn't want this to happen." The second voice sounds panicky and raspy. Had they been crying? "Why would you think that fight was a good idea? He could be dead!"

"He's not dead." A third voice, one very close to me, says. They didn't sound angry or panicked, just calm.

What's happening? I struggle to regain consciousness, my body fighting me the whole way. The last of the ringing in my ears disappears and all I can see is blurry lights. I hear a pained groan. Was that me?

"See? Not dead. A little battered, but that's to be expected." Something next to me stirs and moves away. "You didn't do anything wrong. We can repair the gym easily enough." A pause, and I think I hear someone huff. "Your shield didn't do this, Tessa. I think he depleted his magic when he blasted off there at the end."

Oh, right. The battle. My memory came back to me in a rush of bright images. Did Tessa and I cause some sort of explosion? That must be Cas talking now. Did he just say something about depleting my magic?

A bolt of alarm zips through me, pushing me back into consciousness. I shoot straight up, gasping for air.

Instantly, Ro, Cas, and Tessa gather around me, but I can't get my breathing under control enough to hear them. Deplete my magic? Like, all my magic? I couldn't feel any trace of the warmth from earlier. Did I just waste everything in one stupid fight? No, no, no! I never even got to do anything cool like stop time or warp without The Book. How could this have happened?

"Easy, Joe. Just breathe. You were knocked out for a few minutes, but everything is fine now." Cas's face fills my view and he puts my hand on his chest. "Breathe with me. In and out. In and out."

I match his breathing as best I can, and eventually the world comes back into focus. I manage to say a few words, "Is my magic gone forever?"

Cas's head jerks back in shock. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you said I depleted my magic." My chest constricts and my breathing picks up again.

He laughs with a shake of his head. "No, your magic is not gone. In fact, I would say your magic is a lot stronger than I expected it to be at this stage. But that stunt you pulled did expend all of your energy. You'll need to rest for a day, but you'll be fine. I promise."

"Stunt?" I took a moment to look at all three of them. Rowena was frowning, but not at me. Her focus was on Tessa, whose eyes were red and locked onto me. "What exactly did I do?"

"You nearly turned yourself into a bomb!" Tessa threw her arms in the air. "I told you to distract them, not attack them!"

"I did?" For the first time, I take in the scene around me. The gym is completely destroyed. Black scorch marks cover the floor all around us and smoke still hovers in the air. Part of the seating had collapsed. Even the ceiling had cracks branching out from where I had been standing before I blacked out. "Oh. Uh, sorry?" What were you supposed to say when you nearly blew up a building?

Cas suppresses a smile. "It's really not that bad. This place has survived a lot worse, trust me. But no more magical attacks like that, until we've got you trained. Okay?"

I mutely nod, not sure what else to do. To be honest, I don't think I could summon any magic now even if I wanted to. I've never felt so exhausted in my entire life. Everything in me ached, and it took a lot of effort just to sit upright.

"Did I really do this all by myself?" The damage in the gym is intense. And what about that flash of purple I saw right before I tried to shoot at Cas and Ro? My magic did feel a little uncontrolled at the end, but surely I'm not capable of this kind of destruction.

"No, but Tessa's force field blocked your magic from going out." Rowena crossed her arms, still clearly upset with Tessa. "It bounced off the shield and shot straight back into itself."

"But I didn't know he was going to do that! I didn't mean to hurt him." Tessa turns to me with wide eyes. "Please, believe me, Joe. Even if we're not exactly friends, I would never try to hurt you like that."

I want to snap back and tell her I don't believe her, but something in her eyes makes me stop. She looks on the verge of tears and has clearly cried at some point already. Why did she care if I got hurt? She'd made it clear that she didn't care about anyone but herself.

Instead of saying anything, I simply turn away and glare at the ground.

"I-" Tessa starts, but is quickly interrupted.

"Enough." Cas puts himself between everyone. Stopping any fights before they can start. "We all have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, and we can all use a good night's rest."

"What's happening for us tomorrow?" I ask. He had mentioned he and Ro had a council meeting tomorrow, but what were Tessa and I going to be doing? Were we going to sit in with them?

"We'll talk about that at breakfast," Ro said in a tone that implied if she told us now, we wouldn't sleep at all tonight. Great, so something not fun was happening tomorrow.

With help from Cas, I got to my feet, and after an awkward good night to everyone, I stumbled to my room. I was asleep before my head even hit my pillow.

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xseildnasterces · 3 years

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faint of heart.

I haven’t calmed down, but I have created a scenario in my head. I was stupid to think that scenario was not the case. I’ve been here before so I was pretty silly to think that it wasn’t what I first thought. I feel like an idiot that it takes something like this for me to finally break away and let go. Of course, that makes me really f*cing stupid, but I cannot help that. I don’t know why but I never deleted their number. Ridiculous on so many levels because firstly they are the queen of blocking so I assume I’m blocked, secondly I assume they have a new number now, and thirdly what was I ever going to do with it? I still feel sick and I can’t concentrate whatsoever, but here we are. This is life, so let’s move on, let go and stop holding onto things that are not holding onto you.

Onwards, and back to what I originally wanted to post about today. There were actually a number of things that I wanted to recap on that involved the person in question, some thoughts and incidents where they had been in conversation, but I don’t even see how writing about it here will benefit me in any way. As I say, blogging is a form of therapy for me, but perhaps all of this needs to be hashed out in a therapy session so that I can be helped through this process rather than throwing it all out here and feeling such a sense of relief. I don’t know.

Anyway, here goes my attempt at thinking of something else:

Home: Being home has been pretty wonderful. Although it’s been different and not as good as the last few times it has still been great to be home. K and I have had a few spats which is to be expected, and that was pretty much all I talked about in Group on Wednesday night. I find her so incredibly frustrating, but she’s still my sister and I still love her. We have also had some really great times; from her pulling into the drive home from work and me getting in unplanned and just going for a chat and driving around the block, to her doing mehndi on my hand (something she learnt in Bangladesh and is fantastic at!!) and having some deep chats whilst doing so. She showed me her file for immigration and we chatted about that and we also acted silly running around the kitchen table with me trying to hug her and kiss her on the cheek (which she lovingly hates). It’s been fun and I do enjoy spending time with her, but she can also be a real pain.

My mum and I have not had the best luck this time I have been home. Usually we would get to spend a lot of time together whilst dad is at work but dad has been off a lot and every single time we planned to do something, something went wrong or my mum had to help grandma or something else. I got really upset and frustrated about it the other evening (another therapy topic), but we ended up having Wednesday together and we had a lovely time. I miss her so much when I’m not here and just don’t feel that we’ve spent as much time with each other as we would have liked this time. Regardless, she will be visiting me next year with any luck and then we will have two weeks of just us in DC! I cannot wait. Mum also started a new job which she is really happy with. I am so glad because her last job was causing major issues for both her mental and physical health, especially with her Parkinson's, so although she may not earn as much as before, she is happier and so much brighter and all round better. So that makes me happy. My dad and I have always had a rocky relationship. The last few times I have been home our relationship has been better than ever, yet this time it’s been a wee bit rockier. We are fine, and we haven’t argued constantly but we did have one HUGE argument that ended up with me telling him that he is the reason I am in therapy and that he is the reason I kept my sexuality a secret for so long and K didn’t tell him about A. I did lay into him quite a bit, but I was so upset and angry at some of the comments he had made at a gay couple on the TV and I just lost it. Screaming at him whilst fighting back tears was not exactly what I wanted to do, but it happened anyway. He broke my heart a little when he said he didn’t remember the heartfelt conversation we had last year when I told him all about my real relationships with C and N and that I ‘didn’t like boys’. My mum was raging that something so important to me had just been forgotten, but that’s life. I talked about that in therapy too because I felt so hurt. We had an in depth conversation the following day after driving (more on that later) and he apologised. HE APOLOGIZED! As that is not something he does often it felt important and like he meant it. I tried to make him understand why K and I don’t share things with him. He said he understood and we talked for a good hour, but who knows whether it will make any difference or he will even remember that we had that conversation? Regardless, he said he would try not to say things around me that may hurt me. I’d rather he didn’t say them at all, but I guess it’s a start. He simply sees it as having an opinion. *shrug*.

Driving: I’ve never really needed to drive. I’ve always lived in cities since I turned 18 and therefore there has never been a need. By the time I got to the point of wanting to drive I was living abroad and was never home long enough to have lessons. Whilst I was at home recently my dad took me out driving on one of the farms he has permission on. I was a nervous wreck. I’ve never been behind a wheel before properly and it was terrifying. The idea of controlling this huge device is just so scary and I had literally no idea what to do. For once, my dad was really helpful and patient with me and said I was doing really well. We went three times and each time I was getting better and changing gears! I was so proud of myself when my dad told me I was doing well. He even let me go down a really narrow farm track and said I did wonderfully! I haven’t had any real lessons yet, I don’t know how to check my mirrors or anything else, but the idea was to just get used to the feeling of being in the driver's seat, and although scary, I enjoyed it. It is now very much a goal to be achieved in the next year or so. I cannot have weekly lessons so I am going to complete a ‘crash course’ of lessons everyday for a few weeks and then take the test. Perhaps next summer as that will be the next time I am home for more than only a couple of weeks. However, I have already booked my theory test for when I am home at Christmas. I have done a number of mocks and I am only 2 correct answers of passing - and that is without knowing how to drive or having done any revision, so I am hopeful that I will have passed my theory by the end of 2021. Fingers crossed! I will then have 2 years to pass the practical, so here is hoping for summer 2022!

Okay, I better do some work. This was such a good exercise for taking my mind off the other thing buzzing around my head. Perhaps I need to revive my daily posting. It certainly seems to help.

[Blog title: Faint Of Heart - Tegan and Sara].

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 5 years

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Breathe, Okay? (Prince Lotor x Reader)

Since people asked, I’m continuing this! But I’ve decided to write it in a short fic.

Summary: Reader is the purple paladin and suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, and usually it’s Shiro who gets them out of it by calming them down, but they have a harder time when it is Keith who is in charge.

So whilst on a mission, they panic and it costs them to get captured by Lotor (kind of similar to the hc) and Lotor learns of this and in the next one they have, he comes to comfort and calms them. They/them pronouns.

Also, this doesn’t follow all of the canon or timeline of the show! ENJOY!! LONG FIC SO BE PREPARED.

“Remember to steady your breathing, okay? Deep breaths in and out.”

The calming voice-guided you back to focusing on your surroundings, the feeling of the air that felt so heavy around you, had settled to a calmness that you never noticed.

Your tears had stilled on your cheeks, and they had dried cool on your skin. Through the blurriness of your vision, you could see the reassuring face of the junior officer.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” Shiro’s calming voice brought you to feel the tension inside of you to ease down, a hurricane of stress and anxiety dying down like a passing storm.

You stared up at him from your position on the floor, taken aside by Shiro so none of your Garrison cadets could see you break down; you couldn’t fathom how you would feel if they had seen.

“Shiro… I-I.” You looked away, wiping your eyes in visible embarrassment. All this crying for something that you knew would be going down; a written test that you had to take on in the following hour.

Something you had spent hours revising for, risking sleepless nights just to feel even more stressed. You were downright terrified.

It had been after lunch when you had had the breakdown and panic attack, wanting nothing more to just let the ground swallow you whole and let you disappear. It was where you were now when Shiro had been the one who had found you.

“Hey, it’ll be okay– alright?” He seemed to know what had been going on: Shiro was a junior officer after all. But just him being here to calm you down was enough to make you feel glad that he truly had found you and no-one else.

You shuddered if Iverson had run into you.

“I’m sorry… it wasn’t anything major.” You tried to dismiss it, rubbing your eyes clear from the tears with the back of your uniform. Shiro didn’t seem to believe your words, eyebrows raised, his eyes stared into your own for the truth.

“The test you have to do, was it to do with that?” He asked, leaning back from his crouched position. You nodded vaguely. “I remember when it came to it when I had to do it. No amount of sleepless nights could stop me from nearly throwing up everywhere that morning.”

You snorted, much to his relief that you got his humour behind his words, and another encouraging pat came to your shoulder from him. “Don’t sweat it out. I know from your stats how good you’ve been. Nerves are natural, no matter how bad they can be.”

But mine never seem to be normal. You thought. “Don’t let them tell you otherwise. You’re a smart kid.”

“Thanks, Shiro.” You always appreciated your talks with Shiro, even when you had been a junior cadet in the Garrison. You looked up to him and thought of him as the older brother you never had.

“That’s officer to you, L/N.” He tried to pull a serious face to you, but you had laughed at knowing he was still joking.

“Go on, I’ll leave you to revise. I’ll come by to check on you and see how it went.” He pulled you to your feet, stabilising you as you dust yourself off. Nodding, you took off down the corridor, trying your best to ignore that your nerves had gotten to the best of you again.

That had been like that even after the tests and multiple exams, but you passed and got the opportunity to pass onto the next stage, but your life had been turned upside down when news came of Shiro’s disappearance that had happened and shocked everyone.

You were still the nervous wreck, trying to remember all of the lessons Shiro taught you, and yet still, most didn’t work when stress and anxiousness got too overbearing.

You could’ve called it a miracle when you had found out Shiro was still alive, but in the oddest of occurrences that made you and four other cadets try to get him out of questioning.

You had been whisked away on a so-called ‘adventure’: finding the lions of Voltron that you too were apart of.

The purple paladin and guardian spirit of storms: the one who never went to seek danger, but never stood down in the face of it.

You were a pacifist truly in this world: never wanting to be part of a war, to begin with against an enemy who could destroy every life force in the universe. But you didn’t want to give up; not with ill intent against your friends you had grown to be within your journey.

But what now? You thought, preparing to put your helmet on. Shiro went missing after a battle against Zarkon, splintering your group in trying to find a new leader. It had surprised you all when Keith had been the one to take the mantle and become the new paladin for the Black Lion.

What could you do now, now that he was gone? Voltron could never be the same. You admitted with grief, stepping out of your room as you came to walk into to greet the rest of your friends.

“Hey, been gone for a while, you feeling okay?” Pidge asked, the first to ask, but not the first to spot you finally come into the room. It seemed you were the last one to finally arrive, but no-one had gone to get you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the holdup.” You tried to keep your smile up, thinking how possibly you could through the confusion and acceptance to the rest of the paladins.

Of all the eyes you met, there was the only one you couldn’t bare to look into, and Keith so happens to be staring back at you.

Disappointment. That was what you could see, and perhaps the burden that was thrown from Shiro to him was holding him down too much, and the mere acceptance of you and was enough to make he deem you as weak.

“Let’s go over the plan once again. Now that we have everyone.” The once red paladin spoke, breaking the silence, drawing everyone in. “Lance and Hunk, I need you to help with support from the back of Zarkon’s ship. Now that he’s been defeated, we need to fracture up the Galra support as much as possible.”

“Pidge, go with Y/N down into the mainframe, Y/N, you will be the support and give back us the rapport if there is anything that goes wrong.”

You nodded, ignoring the way that Lance begun to of course start to complain to Keith of this plan, but it went swiftly interrupted with Coran telling you all to get to your lions.

You all hurried down, being greeted by your Lion, purple and the same size to Pidge’s. “Hey, Vi, ready to stir up a storm?” You smiled as your Lion came down to kneel towards you, purring with as much excitement in the thoughts of getting to go out for the mission.

“Hey, Y/N. One second.” You turned around in time to see Keith walking to you, a serious look burning in his eyes. “Yeah? Everything okay?”

There was a pregnant pause in the air, mixed with the whirring of the lions stirring to life. Keith finally sighed, crossing his arms. “Look I know this will be difficult– this mission and all, but try not to get your emotions to take over, okay?”

Your ears picked up his words and had it been for who he was, you had taken those words to heart a little bit more than you had expected. You were emotional, but you still tried to go with your mind over your heart; to save your teammates last second.

“Yeah… sure.” You reassured, smiling even when you could feel the nerves begin to bubble and boil. Keith nodded when he heard you had understood. “We just want to get in and then out, like we were never there at all. I don’t want to jeopardize the team.”

You nodded, watching him walk over to the black lion as you finally got in your own, fingers grasped on the controls, knuckles turned white.

Breathe in and out, slowly - everything will be fine. What would Shiro say?

You thought to him a lot, how he would be there to calm you, but what good was it now that he wasn’t there? You let out a shaky breath, and finally, you tried to get your mind in the right place as you flew out from the Castle; into the vast bleakness of space.

You and the others had gotten your way onto the ship successfully, knocking a few guards out, infiltrating through corridors dark and long.

Your heart pumping irregularly through your chest the further you got to your post alongside Pidge. Getting into corners you shot from the hidden range with your suited weapon that your Bayard turned into; a rifle.

Helping Pidge to get into the mainframe to turn off the controls and cameras for the doors, you assigned yourself by the door, watching with precise vision. “Y/N, keep an eye on the west hallway. Haggar and her druids are loose.” Keith ordered through your earpiece.

“On it.” You confirmed, never taking your eyes off of anything even though the heavy breathing coming from you. You tried to steady it as best as you could, but it didn’t seem to go unnoticed.

“Umm, guys? What’s that noise?” You heard Lance’s voice through your earpiece.

“Yeah, it kinda sounds like a cat having an asthma attack,” Hunk added.

You heard Keith groan, growing to your lack of concentration. “Y/N, focus. Pidge, how long before we are to getting into the main area?”

“You have one dobosh until I won’t be able to hold it for any longer. You’ll have to hurry. The doors won’t stay open for too long.”

You waited in long anticipation, your head pounding more so than normal, waiting for anything.

A glang and loud crash could be heard through your earpiece, your teammates’ voices so distressed coming through, and you were growing frantic in not knowing who was talking.

“I need backup. Druids have made their way into the room. We need to get out!”

“I won’t be able to hold them for much longer! I need support!”

“The doors will close- get out of there!”

You had turned your head for two seconds too long, Pidge’s voice shouting to you to look out behind you for something. You dodged in time for your head to miss getting hit, ducking behind the wall as you looked on.

“Y/N, we need you to help them!”

Your name brought your attention, looking to Pidge, words coming from her mouth that you didn’t realise were directed to you.

“Y/N, please!” Lance cried out - or was it Allura? Hunk or Keith? You were growing distressed the more you heard your friends growing surrounded and needing more help.

“I-I…” Your hands gripped your rifle tightly, sweat beading down your forehead. Think! What would Shiro do?

A pained grunt and scream came from your earpiece, someone had gotten knocked down, and you were still risking everything to help them by doing nothing.

“Y/N! We need you to help right now!” Keith barked through your ear, making it ring. “I-I… Keith…” You could feel everyone depending on you at this moment, and you could feel their feelings trained on hating you.

“You need to get out of this. We’re in serious trouble!” You could hear the druids closing in on you through with their firing, and the tears were threatening to spill once again, the blazing storm beginning to arrive through your mind.

“I-I can’t…”

“You can! Do this for Shiro! For God sake! Just do something!”

Shiro… He could be dead out there… and you were not helping, panicking from just the thought of not having him there to calm you down. You were scared, petrified for your friends’ lives, and yet, you felt useless at this moment.

You turned hastily, gasping when a shot grazed you, your shoulder burning as if you had been both burnt and electrocuted through your armour down to your flesh.

Pulling your rifle, you focused too messily to fire, hitting two but not enough to knock them down. Your breathing grew heavier, arms shaking as you tried to ignore everything else around you.

“Y/N, we need to save them!” Pidge shouted from behind you, dodging fellow shots to get towards you. You screwed your eyes shut, mind trying to dance with different techniques you remembered from Shiro.

Breathe okay? Deep breaths. It’ll be okay.

You were shaken back to reality, Pidge having shaken you to come back around as she was the one who took the initiative, shooting for you around the small corner you were around.

When the coast was clear, she was running off down the hallway, with you running behind, hastily trying to keep up and trying to stop the tears from falling. When Keith got to you after this, you knew you would never hear from anything else again. Just your failures for the rest of time itself.

You could already hear his words; the unruliness in his voice would always bring shudders to you.

If you’re not set to be a Paladin of Voltron, then you should just leave. We would be better off without you!

It had hurt when he had said it to you, back in an argument you didn’t want to be involved in. If you hadn’t said anything, he wouldn’t have snapped to you and only you. You hadn’t come out of your room for two days - not even with the coaxing of the others.

Keith was your own worst audience member to impress, and you were certain that it would be it for you; to take off the mantle of Voltron, and for them to find another more competent.

You shook your head, dismissing all thoughts from your hypochondria and paranoia that settled so much more than PTSD. Pidge’s voice brought your attention; she had been the one to found the others.

You rounded the corner to get to see the others in the area, mainly unscathed and unharmed, and already by just meeting Keith’s eyes, he could’ve exploded then and there in chastising you.

But your attention was brought towards the noises coming from the back of them all, and before you knew it - as if everything was moving in slow motion - you were already stepping in the way of an alarmed Keith.

You shoved through him and Lance, stepping out to try and take a shot, and the shot meant for either one of your friends had landed on you by one of the many druids who had found their way into the room.

You were going down with more force than you realised, the blurred sounds of your team were causing havoc you could tell. Were they trying to save you, or was it something else, because you could hear the distant sound of distressed voices, and footsteps running off, and the darkness swarming your head to make it feel like you were swimming far too long underwater.

Finally, before you blacked out, you heard an unfamiliar voice, cutting in and out of your head.

“Take – Prince – Lotor.”

Take… Prisoner… Captive… What was going on and what would become of you? You had been taken prisoner on Zarkon’s ship, certain you would become one of Haggar’s many entertainments for pulling answers from you with torture.

You were still out cold, but you could feel a numbness inside of you, dark and cold it felt unsettling.

You were finally coming around, a low humming sound brought you to the attention that made you believe it had been all but a dream, but slowly coming around, you found that the ceiling was far too bright than your room.

You blinked slowly, coming round to your dulled senses, a heaviness hurting the back of your head, begging you to go back to sleep once again.

Slowly sitting up and clutching your head, you found yourself in an all-white room, with all windows nor ways of getting out. You found yourself in a room with one singular bed and nothing else to it.

Your breathing hitched even when you tried to calm yourself down, looking around in hopes your fears hadn’t come true. How comes I wasn’t in no cell? One of darkness.

From the spot in the small room, you could hear footsteps, ranging in heavy and light, so loud that it was like a stamped was going on in the hallway.

You braced yourself as in view came two people, dressed in uniform and heavy armour. Your mind came to believe they were Haggar’s generals, dragging you finally down to be tortured now that you were awake.

They were distinctly male and female, with the male holding a small tray for you that he presented to you through the other side. A small window opened up for him, and he placed the tray inside.

You watched hawkishly at his movements, how there was a calmness in his yellow sclera and dark blue eyes; something that both unsettled and calmed you in the oddest of ways.

You eyed the tray with suspiciousness, glaring up at the two.

“You may leave us now, Axca.” The Galra ‘general’ had spoken, his voice as smooth as cutting through butter. There was a sultriness to his voice that brought your stomach to twist.

“Sir.” The blue-skinned woman referred to as ‘Axca’ saluted, turning on her heel to leave you be with the man.

You eyed him for what felt like it went on until the end of time until he finally smiled charmingly. “Had Emperor Zarkon been here instead of I, he would have been most disappointed in only having one Paladin.”

You tensed under his words, gripping at the bedsheets until your fingers turned white. “Zarkon has been defeated. The Galra empire splintered and fractured…. and we would do it again and again if we have to, to save the universe.”

The man chuckled. “You sound like a true hero, don’t you Paladin? I will give you the credit, your act was certainly most valiant; risking your capture for your friends.”

Even he knew of your deed, and hearing it from the likes of him, he sounded more to be mocking you than rather praising you. “I’m sure you would do the same if the situation came to it.” You spat.

He stepped closer to the glass, staring you down from his tall posture, even with the intrigued smirk on his face, he unnerved you. “You’re certainly not the first human I’ve met who wasn’t so selfish in an act so suicidal.”

You shrugged, your mind falling to your friends. “Some would call it cowardness – I’ve faced that for God knows how long. But, I guess…” You didn’t want to imagine it, but you thought they would most likely be happy to see you gone. “I would do a lot for my friends in the face of danger.”

He hummed in thought, deeply interested if you had thought overwise. “My father would’ve called it foolishness, perhaps even rashness. I would’ve called it valour.”

You squinted your eyes at his words. “Your father… that would mean-”

He smiled, and maybe his expression had deliberately shown the pain through his eyes. “My father had kept my ascension to his throne a secret to all his enemies for his 10,000 rule.

He wasn’t just then one of Haggar’s generals, he was the heir and future emperor to the throne; a prince so to say. Wait. Your mind finally cracked the realisation, and upon seeing the revelation on your face, the Galran prince seemed pleased that you had put two and two together.

You crossed your arms at him. “What are you to do with me then? The rest of the Paladins will probably not leave me chained up here.”

“Perhaps, but your precious Paladins of Voltron would be more interested in knowing who is pulling the strings instead of my father.” Questioned Lotor.

My friends… they wouldn’t do such a thing unless Keith told them to otherwise. “Other than luring them into finding you, they couldn’t possibly be as naïve into finding you so soon, would they?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip. “You would have me trapped here? Possibly killed?”

Lotor merely tilted his head in amusement, and his words were more than enough to make you fear him more than before.

“When did I say anything about killing you?”

You had lost count of the days you had spent imprisoned under Prince Lotor’s supervision; tended to better than any other captor. You had come to realise that the Galra Prince was much good in keeping people on his side.

You also got to know his generals, all-female with half Galran descent like him, and more ruthless in telling you if you stepped out of line. They were crueller if it came to watching guard when Lotor wasn’t there; neither answering your questions nor talking to you at all for hours on end until they swapped posts.

You came to be more relieved if Lotor ever came to stop by, as he at least spoke with you, but that was rare, and you weren’t surprised to know that a man of royalty had things to attend to.

He couldn’t always be here speaking with me. You thought, one day, chewing on the bland food they had given that you barely ate.

Footsteps. You could hear them coming in close to your room. You had come to recognise each of the people from just their footsteps. Your hopes may have been lifted, knowing just who it was.

“I was wondering when you would come back. I hope I am not in too much trouble? Zethrid threatened she would tell on me, then warning me she would rip out my spine.”

Lotor chuckled, seemingly being in a good mood for today. “You have nothing to worry about. If she knew she could threaten you and do some harm, she would know that she would have to face me.”

You cautioned. “Meaning?”

Lotor hummed for a second, his beautiful white hair trailing on its own with no sign of the wind making it do so. “I said you wouldn’t be dying anytime soon. I make that promise for my generals too.”

Your eyebrows fell, a dumbfounded look came onto your face. “Wow, that makes me feel safe.”

The two of you didn’t say much as he gave you your meal, just you eating in silence for a while, whilst Lotor made it obvious he was watching; thinking.

It made you more nervous, unsure whether you wanted to know exactly what he was thinking. Finally, the Galra prince spoke up.

“What made you join Voltron? I’m sure one doesn’t just stumble into it on a whim?”

You pouted, in thought. An odd question to ask. “ It was more… Voltron found me. I guess it was a way of trying to prove to myself I wasn’t scared.”

“Scared? What is there to be scared of?” He expressed.

You bit your lip, debating whether to tell the enemy to you and your teammates of the biggest flaw you had since you could remember. “I struggle with anxiety I guess…. I have a hard time trying to stop myself from having a full-on panic attack, even during missions. I guess that’s how I found myself here.”

Lotor gave you a puzzled look - something you didn’t think you would ever see from his calm demeanour. “Panic attack? Whatever are those?”

“They can be triggered by lots of stress or nervousness from something- from anything. Mine can be really bad.”

Lotor hummed in thought, intrigued so to say in your problem. You could’ve laughed, imagining whether the prince should take a potion as a therapist than the future leader of an empire.

“Is there… any chance of stopping them?” He questioned.

You chortled dryly, and your mind fell to Shiro and his successions on making you calm down. Only thing was that no-one else other than him had been able to calm you.

“A lot of patience.”

There was a large crash that came through the entire ship and room, the floor rumbled and reverberated the sound through one end of the room to go right through you and shake you to your core.

Lotor got into an almost hypnotised state, working on clockwork in the possibility of an attack - which so happened to of been happening in this instant.

“Rogue fighters, trying to take us down.” He was still oddly well-spoken for someone who was about to be under attack, the way he spoke turning to make him look more just like an emperor than a prince.

“Axca, Zethrid, ready the cannons. You are to get them away from us and from blowing a hole to suck everything out of this ship– oh.” He had turned to even make a small glance to you from the other side of the window, pausing.

“Sir? What else?” Ezor questioned through the communicator. “Just do what I say and figure out the rest. I’m busy.” He snapped hotly, turning his attention to you.

You were too busy holding yourself in the corner, cornered like an injured frightened animal as you tried to stop yourself from growing too mad to get back to being sane.

I’m going to die here! I’m never gonna make it out alive. I’ll die here alone in space, away from Earth, from my friends– what will the others do when they hear I die? God, I don’t want to go-

A warmth encased itself around your shoulder, bringing you to snap your head up at the person, a small gasp leaving your lips are you looked away in shame. You hadn’t even heard the door to the room you were in open, and Lotor being crouched in front of you like Shiro had done years ago.

“Y/N, are you having one of your attacks?” There was a softness to his voice, one similar to a consoling parent looking after your child, and if you focused hard enough it was soothing to your stammering heart and shaking hands.

“L-Lotor– I can’t! I-I can’t– I don’t want to die-”

“You won’t, my dear. I won’t let them harm you.” He peered closer to you, smoothing your hair to one side as you stared up into those eyes. “Deep breaths, okay?”

You did so, deep and slow breathes as you concentrated on him and only him. And from this angle, you could truly see how beautiful up close he was to you instead of being behind the glass.

It had felt as if all air had been knocked from your lungs, and like Shiro, he was breathing life into you.

“Breathe my dear. Nothing will hurt you– yes, like that, you’re safe here.”

You believed his words, an odd part to you did, and you believed that he was telling you the truth.

Soon that horrendous bubble of storms that brewed in your mind was calming, and you were finally able to stare at him properly, a surprised doe-eyed look to your eyes.

“Sir, we took down the fighters- would you like me to send word to- oh.” You recognised that voice from anywhere, and Axca had managed to come into the room.

Still not turning around from you, Lotor coolly responded to his general, his eyes never leaving yours.

“No need. Set course for the castle of lions. I’ve come to bargain."

This took A WEEK to write, and I think I didn’t write Lotor the way he is written on the show - which sucks but oh well. I’m not going to write another one of these, but I could write a hc if someone was interested.

THANK YOU FOR DEALING AND WAITING!

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#Memento Mori

So, I guess this is my story. I wanted to write this during the stream but my dyslexia forbays me from being able to write and listen to two completely unrealed things at the same time, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away, so here it is, nice and late ^^;

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Well, I was late to the party like most things in my life. I found the channel at 16 days to go thanks to MatPatt's theory. I haven't watched all 369 videos. My last count put me at 100 and something, maybe 150 ish. I did concider pulling an allnighter the night before to watch all of the remaining ones but I chose against it in the end. I'm happy with the memories I have and not seeing all the videos, because those videos I did watch I'll treasure forever; bing watching them while despritly trying to finish my Level 3 Design board for school.

Working away on Clipstudio paint, and in the corner of my eye laughing, crying, rolling my eyes at the chaios that was unfolding while my wrist screamed at me, my head hurt....I was so sure I was going to burn out again like the two years prior and not manged to finish, but you're videos gave me the strength to do the impossible. If you guys could make over 365 videos in a year, I could finish x2 A1 pannels worth of art and...I did. To a good standard too. I won my schools Top Visual Artist award yesterday at prize giving and top of my Design class.

At first I saw the channel as nothing more than a bit of shit posting, so I wasn't too bothered. A bit of random nonses (It took me soooo long to convince my self to watch cooking with Sex toys, but it was one of the greatest laughs of my month if not longer). The last few months have been hard on me, my family have been waiting 4 and half years to get NZ residency and missing all the Uni application dates and schollarships has had me quite down the last few months listening to everyone around talking about there future plans while I can't progress with mine, because my GOD have you seen international fees???Anyway, your shit posts really helped bring a smile to my face while I was struggling, especailly the halloween stuff: I loved the edward sissors hands, it was the first one I watched and I still love it- so plan and utterly dumb. I'm doing better now. It's still hard, but I really think your videos have have helped me so much.

I think the video which hit hardest for me and acutally helped me to really understand what the channel was about was the hypnotist one with the lemon. What the lady said to both of you really, really hit home hard for me- I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry my eyes out.

Ethan, your story hit home for me because I also went through that as a kid. I was bullied so badly as a kid. Told I was nothing, would be nothing- I have dsylexia too, and I stunk in school for the longest time; bottom of every class, made to take lessons to learn how to put a wooden alphabet together forward and backwards in YEAR 6 (I was 12 and could do so just fine, but the teachers obviously didn't think so). I've been reserved, shy, had the most crippling self of steem issuse for all my life and only in the last few years since moving to NZ I've started to recover and regain some of that confidence I lost; had broken.

"If there was a little girl inside who hurt, who had a discomfort, imagine sitting next to that younger version of you that was in pain or hurt and let her know that she's safe. That little girl looks up to you, trusting you to keep her safe: You're safe." -Unus Annus, 294:11:34:20

It really hit me so hard because I needed someone to tell me this as a kid, hold me close, tell me everything would be ok when I thought my world was crashing down and listing to these words I saw my current self giving back what she needed. And now when I'm scard, doubting myself I see her, I see both of them, current me and past me holding hands and me giving her the support she needs. I have a illustration I made on my desk with the quote, as a reminder when times get tought and that little girl forgetts she's not alone anymore.

Mark, your story also hit home with me too. Like I mentioned, I have dyslexia and for me english -mostly writting- has always been a major problem which had held me back, like a brick chained to my leg and I have to hike up this moutain with it. I still remember disnictly this one time in science I lost out on a high mark because I couldn't spell auoghaous (oesophagus- still can't XD) and my teacher wouldn't believe that was what I had tried to write. I was so bitter about that for the longest time, I still am, 6 years on and still remeber it like yesterday. Anyway, the reason your story hit home is because it reminded me of my old english teacher and what she did to me. Made me into the person I am now. I was in Year 8 (14 years old) and at a parents meeting infront of my dad she said, "you're daughter will never ger higher than a 5- in english. This crushed me so much, because a -5 is avarage for a Year 6 and at this level I should have been getting 5+/6 (like everyone else in my class) - fucking dyslexia. It's like a brick wall of titainium when you're a kid.

I don't know what happened but something in me snapped and I was determained to prove her wrong. I had that teacher for 2 years before I left to NZ (from the UK) and never ONCE did she give me a mark higher than 5- (mostly because the Brittish system require good spelling to reacher 5, something which again, my dyslexia was against and at the time computers weren't a thing in my school as a resorse for dyslexic kids like myself). It sucked, but I kept trying to prove her wrong. I studied, practiced, revised hard and then in my last exam, an external she didn't mark I got a 7+ for reading and 7- for writting with an 8+ being the highest. I proved her wrong. I proved a lot of people wrong. I kept working hard and now I'm near the top of every class I take. You're story reminded me of myself and why I keep pushing myself. Why I continue to drive to achieve the best I can. Be the best person I can.

I know this is long, so before I wrap up I wanted to say thank you. You're channel has not only helped some of my old traumas heal, but I also have a much greater appreciation for life which I guess is crazy concidering I was only apart of it for 16 days, but...it really has made an impact to me. I don't think I ever relised how valuble life is. How important every second is. Death and moving on has always scared me. Moving to NZ and leaving everything I knew and had behind has been one of my biggest trumas for the last 4 years, learning to let go and move on- I use to hate change- ,but now I think I can accept it and move on. I've just finished my last year of high school, I have to make this drastic change in mylife again, moving on, going to uni one day, but I'm ready for it. "Death gives life meaning"; the end, moving on, give the past meaning and means being able to except and be ready to imbrase the future that's coming. Whether in the next few seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, months years... I really do feel better prepared for it.

I hate the end, I've been writting a story now for 3 years and I've been scared of how to end it, I've been avoiding it because I love the characters. I don't want them to go, to end, but now. I think I'm willing to acept the fact that maybe it's time I let them go. Write them the end they deserve and move on. Nothing last forever, all great story are great because like the channel it's the ending which gives them meaning.

So...thank you guys, Mark, Ethan, everyone behind the camera. You're work has really made a possitive impact in my life, escpecally the hynpotist video, so thank you. I'm going to start treasuring every second, making every millifractal of a second count. I've been torn for the longest time between a stable career in science, or a dream career in art. And I'm gonna go for it. I'll take the risk, the gamble, shoot for the stars and if I miss I miss. Atleast I can say I tried to do what made me happy and when I do succed it'll be even more rewarding to know I did the impossible. So thank you, I'll treasure every memory and the page of quote I have from todays live stream.

“Every second is a chance to turn your life around."

"When you get those ideas in your head say YES! You never know how you're going to suprise yourself."

"Death gives life meaning."

"Don't cry because its over, cry because it happened."

"Don't take any second for granted, don't waist any moment."

"It's easy to live life in wants and desires, but it's making every second count that matters. Do what makes you happy, use every second wisely, you'll never get that time back."

And my own personal quote, because I want to give back the wisdom you've shared with my own:

"Memento Mori - Remeber death. Embrace it, don't fear it. Live life to it's fullest and take every opportunity that comes your way, because death is a promise, not a bargain. Life the life you want, so you can move on without regret. "

"Life tough and scary, 2020 for sure, but regardless I smile. Laugh in fears face, it happens. Laugh at the problems in life, they happen. Laugh at how close life comes to and continues to fail at killing you. Fill every moment with joy and positivity; we all need more of it in life."

"Bad days are like cloudy skies, they come and go. The weather can get stormy, but the sky will always clear eventually, the sun will shine again."

#we were here #memento mori #unusannus #unusannusisoverparty

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galexii · 4 years

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Play Pretend pt. 5 [final]

Pairing: Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU (?), fluff, angst

A/N: Hello i’m back with the final chapter as promised! Thank you for being patient and thank you for the support throughout this series! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i’ll see you in my next one. PS, i thought it would be appropriate to insert a different gif to celebrate the final chapter heh

Word count: 3k+

Ever since that day you ended your deal with Hyunjin, not surprisingly, within 24 hours, the news of you and Hyunjin breaking up had broken out in school. A bunch of crazy stories started going around about what had happened. Some say that you had seduced the other members of Stray Kids, while others say you had cheated on Hyunjin with the members, leading to your ‘breakup’. Of course, with such stories, people started calling you names like ‘Slut’ or ‘Bitch’ as you walk down the hallway.

It’s funny how wild some people’s imagination are and how people just spread baseless rumours like that. Just before this deal, you were known as the shy, quiet girl who is afraid to approach others. And now, you are suddenly a cheating slut who seduces her ‘boyfriend’s’ friends.

But nothing was comparable to the emptiness in your heart. Hyunjin was no longer a part of your life, not even as a friend. You have lost it all. You have tried living your days as per normal before the deal was done, but you have lived in that fantasy for what felt like an eternity that you no longer remember (or don’t want to remember) what your daily routine was like without him around.

You would stare at your phone all day, waiting for messages from him, but to no avail. You would stay in the library till peak hours, waiting for Hyunjin to pick you up only to realise that he was never going to come. You would wait by your window, ready to have your daily heart to heart talk, only to realise that you would never have one with him again. Your feet would carry you to the Stray Kids’ practice room, ready to get another casual slow dance lesson with him, only to realise that you are no longer entitled to that. You also went back to relying on takeout for meals as you could no longer join Hyunjin for dinner at his place.

Reality hit you hard that Hyunjin and you were never going to happen and you wallowed yourself in sorrow, but good thing finals were near which served as a good source of distraction for you. Every day after classes, you go straight home to prevent yourself from subconsciously walking over to the library or practice room. You also avoided walking near the street where Hayley’s café was located at, to prevent any encounters with the group. At home, you had your curtains closed while you drown yourself in revision.

The efforts you put in to avoid Hyunjin and any memories of him really paid off. You managed to finish your examinations with minimal thought of Hyunjin. After the exam period was over, the memories one by one came flooding back. You stayed home most of the time. Chan and the boys would ask you to hang out with them, reassuring you that Hyunjin wouldn’t be there for the outing since they know you were still uncomfortable with it. But you would decline and turn to binge watching all the romcom available on Netflix, not wanting to go out and risk having to meet Hyunjin who lives next door.

A week or so went by and you hear your doorbell ring for the first time in a long time. You removed the blanket off your body and paused the movie, before getting up to answer the door. You peeped through the peephole and saw eight figures standing on the other side of the door. You threw the door open and was greeted with loud hellos and bags of food. You stepped aside and let the boys in.

“You look horrible,” Chan say as he passed you.

“Thanks,” you replied, shutting the door after all of them entered the house. You walked back into your living room to see unloading the food items from the bags onto your coffee table.

“Is that ‘To All the Boys I've Loved Before’?” Seungmin asked. You mumbled a quick yeah and sat down at your usual spot on the couch. “Why are you watching romance films when your heartbroken? Doesn’t it make you feel worse?”

“Yes Seungmin, it does. I enjoy torturing myself that way,” You said jokingly.

“Ten years of unrequited love must have been a huge catalyst.” He teased. You glared at him and picked up the remote to continue the movie.

“Your house is surprisingly clean. I expected it to be in a hot mess since you know…” Chan say, looking around.

“I may be upset but I’m not a slop, Channie. Anyways, why are you all here? It’s like 6pm. Don’t you all have to practice for your showcase?”

“Well, you wouldn’t come out to hang out with us so we came,” Felix smiled, passing you a plate with fried chicken on it. “Plus it’s fine skipping practice once in a while,”

“Especially when our friend is in need. We’re here to make sure you’re fine and cheer you up if you’re not,” Changbin added.

“With fried chicken?” you asked, surprised with their choice of comfort food.

“Fried chicken makes everything better,” Woojin chirped, flashing a quick thumbs up, causing you to break out a small smile.

“No hyung,” Jisung took the plate of chicken from you and passed you a plate of chocolate cake. “Scientist say chocolate helps to improve mood or at least that’s what Hayley said.”

“No offense to Hayley but chicken is the only way to go.” Woojin took the plate out of your hands and pointed to the plate of chicken in Jisung’s hand. “Give it back to her,”

Jisung refused and soon, both of them started arguing. Meanwhile, in front of them, the rest of the boys somehow managed to make a mess while unpacking. Drinks were spilt all over the living room floor, food were all over the table. You look over your shoulder to see Chan panicking, trying to resolve the argument while helping to clean up the mess.

Despite all the chaos, your heart grew warm. The boys went out their way, skipping practice, buying you all kind of comfort food and coming down all the way to your house just to make sure you were fine. Before the deal with Hyunjin, you never had any close friends except for Chan due to your quiet and shy nature. Hyunjin was the only reason why you managed to make friends. After the incident, they had the choice to leave, but they still stayed by you as friends and you couldn’t be more grateful for them.

Before you know it, tears began rolling down the contours of your cheeks. All the boys froze at the sudden outburst of emotion from you. You wipe the tears away and let out a little sigh. “You guys are a riot,” You smiled, “I never had friends like you guys before, caring for me… I’m so thankful.” You hear a wave of “aww” and received a few hugs from the boys.

“Let’s just clean up and start eating,” You say, feeling shy from all friendly love you received from the boys. You quickly texted Hayley to thank her for the cake before helping to clean up the mess. In no time, the mess was gone and you were all digging into the food while watching the movie you had on.

Just like every aftermath of a big eating session at your place, the sun had set and all the boys except Chan had either passed out on the floor or on the couch thanks to food coma, leaving the two of you to clean up the mess. You switched off the tv and went to the kitchen to get empty trash bags. You passed an empty bag to Chan and began cleaning the place up.

“Have you talked to Hyunjin yet?” Your heart thumps when Chan mentioned his name.

“No,” You muttered.

“Well, he’s been a wreck ever since y’all ended things. He seems to really miss you,”

“Is this a joke?” you scoffed. “He wanted to be with Amelie since day 1. He used me to make her jealous and get her back. I am pretty sure we did make her somewhat jealous and now that all the deal is over, he is free to be with her or he is already with her. But you’re telling me now that he misses me? Don’t lie to me, Chan.”

“Well, ‘wanted’ is the probably the right word to describe it.”

“I don’t understand,”

“Look, Y/N. I’m not Hyunjin so I can’t tell you how he truly feels, but what I know is that he has been absolutely miserable after that day you confessed and broke things off. And, no. He’s not with Amelie. In fact, he has been cooped up in the practice room since then. All he does is practice, and I haven’t seen him dance with the same smile or energy he used to carry with him.”

“Maybe he’s just tired,” You gulped.

“Y/N, really?”

“I know,” you sighed. No matter how hard or tiring practice gets, Hyunjin would always wear a smile and give it his best. He never dances without passion.

“You should go talk to him or something,” Chan say, tying up the trash bags. You took one from him and followed him out of the apartment to toss them.

“I don’t know, Chan. I just don’t think I’m ready for it,” You sigh, opening up the bin to throw the trash bags in. “I just don’t know how to face him after confessing my ten-year long love for him. I just can’t face him now.” You added and walked back in, head pounding against your skull. There was just too much going on your mind right now and you needed time to yourself to think.

You headed to kitchen to wash your hands with Chan following right behind you. You quietly tell Chan that you were going to get some rest and was about to return to your room to avoid any more conversations about Hyunjin when Chan placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you. He turned you around to face him and sighed.

“I understand, Y/N. Before you do, I have something for you.” He pulled out a leather card holder with a lanyard attached to it and passed it to you. You peeked into the card holder and pulled out the contents.

“A backstage pass and a VIP ticket?”

“Yeah, it’s for our upcoming showcase at the performance centre next weekend.”

“I see,” You say, putting the stuff back into the holder. “Thanks for the pass and invite. I did hear that it was sold out really quick so it must have been hard for you to go out of your way to get one for me.” You smiled.

“Actually, it was Hyunjin.” Chan explained, “He was the one who requested them for you.” Your grip on the card holder tightens, smile fading from your face.

“He did….?” You asked. Chan nodded and gave you a light pat on the head.

“He said that it was probably the only way he could get to you or talk to you since you were avoiding him. So, think about it okay? I think he’s really sincere this time. Goodnight, Y/N.” He added before heading into the living room to join the boys. You went to your room and closed the door behind you. You placed the card holder on your desk and glanced at the curtained window.

Could it be true? Hyunjin really missed you and even went out of his way to get a pass and ticket just to talk to you? But, what if it was just miscommunication and Chan got the wrong message like before?

You crawled under your covers and sighed. A mixture of emotions filled your mind. You really wanted answers but you were so afraid of being hurt again. Your fragile heart wouldn’t be able to handle another rejection. Eventually, a wave of exhaustion washed over you as you knock out for night.

The day of the showcase rolled by quickly. After much dilemma, you have convinced yourself to attend the boys’ performance and face Hyunjin once and for all. You threw on one of your nicer dresses along with a long grey cardigan. You put on a pair of flats and headed to the performance centre. You handed over your ticket to the officer upon arrival and was ushered to a private area on the second level. Just as you took your seat, you felt a little buzz in your dress pocket. You fished out your phone and opened up the text message.

‘Remember to use your backstage pass after the show – Channie’

Before you could reply him, the lights dimmed and you put your phone away out of consideration for others. After a bit, the boys came running out from the side wings, wearing similar-looking leather outfits, and lined up in front of the audience.

“Step out!” Chan started off.

“Hello, we are Stray Kids!” The members cheered. Your eyes immediately wandered to Hyunjin and for a moment, your eyes met.

“Thank you everyone for coming today! We hope you enjoy the performance we have for you today! Let’s all have fun today!” You hear Chan’s voice echoed throughout the performance centre, allowing you to break eye contact with Hyunjin momentarily. The boys bowed, indicating the end of their introduction. They got into position and soon, the first song started to play. The boys performed song after song. Not long after, it was time for the final performance. The boys gathered on stage and stood in a line in front of the audience, just like how they did during the introduction, each holding a mic in their hand.

“We’ve come to the final part of the showcase.” Chan announced, gaining a bunch of disappointed “aww” and “no” from the audience. “The last song we are going to sing is dedicated to a special someone.”

“Yes,” Hyunjin’s voice echoed throughout, capturing your attention. He turned towards your direction and your eyes met once again. “This special someone has been there for all of us, especially me. However, I didn’t cherish that special someone well enough and things happened. So, this song expresses our appreciation towards that person, and also how I truly feel. This song is dedicated to you.” He added, looking right at you as he said the last sentence. Your heart skipped a beat as blood rushed to your cheeks.

The music started to play and the boys took turns to sing their parts. You kept your eyes on Hyunjin who had his head down throughout the first verse, head bobbing to the soft beat. Going into the second verse, Hyunjin raised his mic and began rapping his verse.

You were there all along, waiting for me.

But I was too blind to realise, too blind to see.

Chasing memories, unable to let go,

which started this vicious cycle’s growth.

Dragging you in to play this game.

Not knowing how you felt that day.

Took you for granted, never think you would leave.

Till the day you decided to call it quits, to my disbelief.

I never knew how painful it was, how lost I would be,

Till the day I let you go, a stupid mistake it is.

Your absence had made me realise.

That without you, something’s just isn’t right.

With you, it had always been sunshine for days.

Now, it’s just nothing but rain.

I still regret not chasing you that very day.

Regretting not taking the chance to ask you to stay.

I can only pray that it’s not too late.

To make a difference, to make a change.

Cross my heart, to god I pray,

Please say that you’ll stay.

Your heart swelled after hearing his verse and tears began to form, trickling down your cheeks, staining them. You wiped them away with your cardigan sleeve, taking in all of Hyunjin’s words. When the song ended, the boys took a bow as applause started to fill the hall. You joined in and clapped along. The boys said their goodbyes and left the stage, cuing you to run to the toilet to wash your face before going to the backstage to find the boys. You handed the one of the staff your pass and was shown the way to the boys’ dressing room. You thanked the staff, mustered up your courage and gently knocked on the door. The door flew open and Chan greeted you with a smile.

“Y/N! You’re here. The woman of the hour,” He opened the door wider for you to step inside. The moment you were in the room, all the boys except Hyunjin headed out. “I believe you two have many things to talk about, so we aren’t gonna interrupt you. Take your time.” Chan grinned, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the dressing room. Hyunjin patted the space next to him on the couch and you shuffled over to sit next to him. You look down at your hands, fiddling with your thumbs, not knowing what to say or do as awkward silence filled the room. You haven’t spoken to him or been in the same room with him for such a long time that you forgot how to function.

“Thanks for coming,” You hear him say, breaking the silence.

“O-oh yeah, no problem.”

“Erm, what do you think of the last song we did?”

“I thought it was a very touching song,” you smiled, remembering the lyrics.

“It was dedicated to you. I wrote the rap myself.”

“You did?” You looked up from your hands and faced him.

“Yeah, I meant everything I said on stage.” He smiled, putting his hands on yours. The sudden contact made blood rushed to your face, reddening your cheeks and ears.

“I thought you would go after Amelie, since it was your goal then.”

“After you ended things, I did try approaching Amelie. But, being with her felt so weird. I didn’t experience any sparks or joy while being with her. Surprisingly, I found myself looking back and remembering the time we spent together when we were a fake couple. I realised I was a lot happier with you and I may have actually fallen in love with you without myself knowing during that period of time.” He confessed. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, so you knew he couldn’t be lying.

“So you decided to tell me through a song?”

“I didn’t know I would go about approaching you, but you were also avoiding me so I couldn’t get to you. Chan advised me to use this opportunity to talk to you since you would come to support Stray Kids anyways.”

“Sorry, I just assumed you wanted me out of your life so Amelie could be in the picture.”

“No, it’s alright. I am sorry I put you through that, but again, I want you to know that I am sincere. I meant every single word I said earlier.” He gave your hands a little squeeze. “Y/N, I love you.”

“Hyunjin, I –“

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way or is not able to respond to my feelings because of what I have put you through. I just wanted to let you know I feel,” Hyunjin cut you off and began to babble off. You released your hands from his grip and cupped his face, gaining his full attention.

“Hyunjin! I love you too,”

“You do?”

“I always have and I still do,” You released your hands from his face. He immediately pull you into his arms and embraced you. His warmth and familiar, comforting scent surrounded you, enveloping you in bliss. He released his hold lightly and lifted your chin slightly.

“May I?” You nodded in reply. His lips meet yours, skin tingling at the short period of contact. “I love you,” He say again, upon breaking the contact.

“I love you too,” You leaned in, ready for another kiss when the door flew open. The boys piled in, causing you two to jump away from each other.

“I TOLD YOU THEY WERE KISSING!” The maknae screamed. Chan immediately intervened and covered his mouth. A topless Jisung approached you two. Hyunjin proceeded to cover your eyes with his hand, making you giggle.

“I know you are all about that PG life and I ain’t gonna seduce your girlfriend man. I just left my clean shirt there,” You hear Jisung complain. After 5 minutes, Hyunjin removed his hand from your face and Jisung’s torso was covered. The other boys were rummaging through lockers and drawers.

“Heh… Sorry, we just needed to grab some things. Don’t mind us, please continue.” Chan said sheepishly, rushing everyone out of the room.

“What a riot,” You laughed. Hyunjin laughed along with you, with his arm around your waist, holding you tight. “No more games right?” You asked, just to clarify.

“No more game of play pretend. It’s the real deal from now,”

#stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #chan #bang chan #woojin #changbin #jeongin #I.N #Felix #han #jisung #seungmin #minho #lee know #straykids scenarios

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rachelkaser · 3 years

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Stay Golden Sunday: A Little Romance

Dorothy and Blanche are surprised to learn Rose’s new boyfriend is a little person, but Rose is the one really struggling with it.

Picture It...

Sophia is packing for a trip, stuffing clam sauce into her suitcase. She’s supposed to visit her son Phil for her grandson’s college graduation, but doesn’t trust his family to feed her. Rose enters, dressed to the nines for a date, and offers to drive Sophia to the airport. Blanche and Dorothy want to know who her new squeeze is, and she says he’s a psychiatrist at her grief center named Jonathan Newman. She’s strangely evasive when the other Girls ask when they can meet him.

BLANCHE: Dorothy, I’ve just discovered a great new way to meet more men. SOPHIA: More men? You’re gonna need a turnstile in your bedroom.

Some time later, Rose is furious with Blanche, who invited Dr. Newman to dinner at their house without discussing it with Rose first. Blanche says Rose kept putting it off, which Rose denies before stomping out with a scowl. While setting the table on the lanai, Blanche tells Dorothy that how Dr. Newman analyzed her dreams and deemed them “sexual.” What a surprise. There’s a ring of the bell, and Blanche initially mistakes the person on the doorstep for one of the neighborhood kids.

The bell rings again, and Dorothy answers this time. Now the caller gets to introduce himself: Dr. Jonathan Newman. Dorothy’s initially disconcerted to see he’s a little person, but quickly composes herself. Blanche, however, thoroughly embarrasses herself by accusing Rose of hiring a little person to “teach her a lesson.” (Apparently not one in sensitivity.) Dorothy takes Blanche away to collect herself, and Blanche is determined to be a good hostess from then, but flubs it when offering Jonathan shrimp. Jonathan, for his part, says he looks forward to teasing Blanche.

DOROTHY: Why don’t we just start dinner? JONATHAN: Oh good, what are we having? DOROTHY: . . . short ribs.

Later that night, Jonathan entertains the Girls with anecdotes after dinner, and impresses them with his positive attitude. Blanche inadvertently makes another bad joke, and Jonathan teases her about it. He tells her not to be self-conscious in front of him, as he’s perfectly content with who he is. He goes into the kitchen with Rose to fix coffee, and Blanche and Dorothy express their approval.

Sophia unexpectedly returns home: Phil’s son failed, so there was no graduation to attend. Jonathan enters and the Girls introduce him. Sophia says, “I hope this doesn’t sound rude,” which leads to Blanche, Rose, and Dorothy preemptively cringing in horror. But she just says that she’s very tired, so won’t be up for socializing, and asks Jonathan to excuse her. Jonathan departs, asking Rose if they can have dinner the next night. Rose drops the bomb: She thinks Jonathan is going to propose marriage to her.

They ask how she feels about that, and Rose admits that she’s embarrassed about his height, and she’s not sure she can get past it. Blanche tells a story about being in a relationship with a man she was forbidden to date as a young lady in the South. Dorothy assumes Blanche’s date was Black, but no: He was from New Jersey. Rose, meanwhile, still doesn’t know what she’s going to do. She goes to her room, and the other Girls leave her alone. Rose falls asleep.

Cue the dream sequence. It’s Rose’s wedding day, and Blanche and Dorothy go to fetch her from her room. Rose is still not sure about whether she should marry Jonathan. Blanche and Dorothy profess they’ve never noticed Jonathan’s size, while Sophia enters in a priest’s outfit, as she’ll be performing the ceremony. Then someone else arrives (from Rose’s closet, apparently): Rose’s late father. Rose is surprised to see he’s a little person, and Daddy Lindstrom says this is because he’s making a point about love. He tells Rose to follow her heart, as no one can predict the future.

ROSE: Wherever we go, people stare at him. DREAM!BLANCHE: Maybe they’re staring at you, honey. ROSE: At me? DREAM!BLANCHE: Oh, only a good friend would tell you this, Rose, but that color you dye your hair? Honey, that hasn’t existed since they discontinued the Ford Falcon.

Blanche suddenly announces that there’s someone at the wedding who can: Psychic Jeane Dixon, making a cameo appearance. She proceeds to spout some predictions about the future that, as of 2021, are not likely to come true before being hustled offscreen. Jonathan enters, and says that he and Rose can face any problem together. Rose makes up her mind and agrees to marry him. The other Girls come in to wake her up, and she tells them she’s decided to keep seeing Jonathan.

The next night, Rose and Jonathan have dinner at a French restaurant, and Jonathan tells her they need to talk about a problem with their relationship. He says that, while he cares about her, he doesn’t think their relationship can go on without acceptance. Rose protests that she doesn’t care about his height. Jonathan, on the other hand, meant something else: He can’t see Rose anymore because she’s not Jewish. Rose flips out, shouting at Jonathan in view of the restaurant, until he cracks a joke that has them both laughing. She apologizes and says she’s going to miss Jonathan, and he’ll miss her too. A waiter then comes over and asks precisely the wrong question:

WAITER: How was the shrimp? ROSE: Unfortunately, I’ll never know. You see, he’s Jewish and we can’t see each other anymore.

“May I take your height-- HAT?”

Let it be known that, when it comes to episodes of the show that cover minority issues, LGBTQ topics, or people with disabilities, I will do my darnedest to find reviews or analyses of them from people who fall within those categories. For example, there’s a lot of material from the gay and lesbian fandom regarding the episodes that showcase gay and lesbian characters, and I’ll link to and quote their work in the respective recaps rather than attempt to insert my own opinions for the most part.

This is because I realize that, as a non-disabled, heterosexual, cisgender, white woman; I am not in a good position to review any of these issues. My voice on these topics counts for very little.

That being said, I scoured the internet looking for a review or analysis of this episode by a little person, and I couldn’t find one. If you know of any analyses made by anyone with better knowledge on the topic than I have, please send them to me in a DM and I will happily revise this recap.

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So yeah, this episode pretty much revolves around Dr. Jonathan Newman being a little person. It’s the sole source of conflict from Rose’s side in their relationship, and it was at the root of most of the jokes. To the episode’s credit, most of it is at the expense of Blanche and Rose, rather than Jonathan himself. If this were made in a perfect world, his height wouldn’t come into play at all, but the episode tries its hardest to mitigate any accusations of ill intent by making him such a lovely character.

Jonathan is surprisingly gracious and good-humored about the Girls’ less than sensitive remarks, teasing Blanche to help put her at ease. While Rose’s concerns about their relationship are portrayed seriously, the episode makes it very clear that she’s the one with the problem, and not Jonathan. I would have liked to have his religion foreshadowed a bit earlier but at least it adds a little depth to his character. Even Sophia, whose whole B-plot this week is basically just “Phil’s family is weird” is polite to him.

DOROTHY: Ma, why are you taking all this food to Phil’s? SOPHIA: Because the only time your brother’s wife goes into the kitchen, it’s to get a cold beer. DOROTHY: Ma, she has no time to cook. She works all day. SOPHIA: Welding. My son married a welder. Too bad she didn’t weld his zipper shut. They got ten kids they can’t afford.

In fact, he’s almost too good. It’s as though, even at the time, the writers wanted to counterbalance the reliance on his height in the jokes by making him one of the most perfect men ever. He’s interesting, funny, positive, well-educated (he mentions going to Harvard), and most importantly, he assuages everyone’s fears about making any comments about his height. It’s as if the writers are giving themselves permission to make the jokes by making the character around whom they are based as wonderful as possible.

That’s not to say the episode handles it subject matter in a completely inoffensive manner. The most tasteless joke of the episode, I think, is the “How was the shrimp?” line, but a close second is probably this one from Sophia, when she comes to check on Rose after her dream and sees Rose clutching her pillow:

SOPHIA: What’s going on? BLANCHE: Oh, Rose has decided to keep on seeing Jonathan. SOPHIA: Fine. *beat* We’re all adults here. Let the man out of the pillowcase. We don’t mind if he sleeps over.

You know what’s really weird? This is not the first time Rose has referenced dating a little person. Remember that pin I put up a few episodes ago? Let’s take it down and address Rose talking about Eddie. While Sophia is the only person to refer to Jonathan by an offensive slur, they use it liberally in this clip, so consider it a trigger warning:

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It’s beyond weird to me that they have this whole joke about Rose dating a little person that they play completely for laughs, only to take it seriously a few episodes later. That’s a very specific scenario to repeat -- especially since Rose says she didn’t reject Eddie because of his size at all, but because she couldn’t date anyone in show biz. So what changed, huh, Rose?

There is one thing about this episode that bugs me irrespective of Dr. Newman’s height: Rose thinks Jonathan is going to propose to her even though they aren’t yet seriously dating and (if her last line of the episode is any indication) haven’t even slept together. This is something that I find weird about these ladies’ relationships. Kate got married after only six months of dating, Blanche was prepared to marry Harry after only one week, and now Rose thinks her beau of three weeks with whom she’s only been on five dates wants to marry her.

I mean, were the 80s really that different? Did people really go to the altar so fast that this seems plausible to anyone? I’m genuinely asking because, for all I know, this was common at the time.

I love how weird the dream sequence is in this episode. It made sense, in the way that some dreams seem to follow some kind of recognizable sequence, but there are really weird parts too. The fact that Sophia and Mr. Lindstrom enter the room through Rose’s closet, Blanche and Dorothy speak in chirpy voices, and there’s a weird celebrity cameo. It definitely feels dreamlike to say at the end of the scene, “WTF was Jeane Dixon doing there?”

By the way, it’s too bad none of Dixon’s predictions will come true. It would have been very interesting to see Brooke Shields and Lady Diana in a Broadway musical comedy.

Episode rating: 🍰🍰🍰🍰 (four cheesecake slices out of five)

Favorite part of the episode:

You really can’t beat Blanche’s awkwardness.

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sweet-lil-psycho · 5 years

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Study Group - Tate Langdon Oneshot (Post-Death) - AHS

Word Count: 1695

Summary: Post-death Tate really doesn’t like the boy you bring home after school one day (A/N: Tate is a problematic character and this oneshot isn’t meant to romanticize or condone his behaviour.)

Tate stood by the upstairs window, his gaze focused down at the front gate as he waited for you to return home from school. It was 3:42pm, you were seven minutes later than usual and each additional second felt like its own eternity.

He never liked it when you left the house. Especially when you went to Westfield High. Not only did it mean you were gone for more than seven hours, but Tate knew all too well what happened to misfits and freaks like you and him at high school. The idea that something could have happened to you after school and he couldn’t do anything about it was infuriating.

Another moment passed and he slammed his fist on the window frame, causing the old glass to shake in its place.

“Someone’s got his panties in a twist. What’s wrong lover-boy? Your little birdie flown the coop?” A voice taunted from behind him and he didn’t have to turn around to know the owner.

Being damned to live with the same ghosts for eternity had made Tate all too familiar with each of them. Chad Warwick was one of the previous homeowners and every time he opened his mouth, Tate regretted killing him on the property.

“No. She’s just late. She’s coming. Any minute now.” Tate spat back, not taking his eyes off the window even for a moment.

“Oh look, she really is.” Chad announced, glee dripping from his words as he spotted you walking down the pavement - not alone.

You were hesitant to bring friends home, but you had convinced yourself that a simple visit would be fine for a few hours. Adam was nice enough to offer to help you study for the test next week, which was a blessing because you were completely behind on the reading and the test was worth fifteen percent of your grade.

“Hold up, you live here?” He asked once you reached the gate

“Yeah, I know, creepy, right?” Of course he would be creeped out, it was the infamous Murder House after all. You had been too worried about the ghosts bothering guests that you hadn't stopped to realize that guests might be afraid of the ‘spooky-haunted-ghost-house’.

Adam stood uncomfortably on the footpath while you stepped onto the property, his eyes bulging slightly when you gestured for him to follow.

"Scared, Adam?" You challenged him, crossing your arms over your chest

"N-no. It's just a stupid house. Why should I be scared?" He answered too quickly, you could tell he didn't mean it.

Still, he didn't want to look weak and half-jumped over the entrance-way, as if the concrete path up to the house would swallow him whole. Each step he took was less and less hesitant and by the time the two of you reached the doorstep he was almost walking normally.

That is, of course, until the front door creaked open on its own, revealing the dimly lit foyer. Adam yelped and took a few steps back in fright.

Tate, you realized bitterly, shaking my head in disappointment. You had really hoped he would behave better than this. It was your house after all, you should be able to invite people over when you wanted to.

“Oh that old door, always misbehaving. It had better start behaving better before I take it off it’s hinges and leave it in the basement.” You said comically, stressing certain words as you stared into the shadows of the room, no doubt where Tate was watching.

You walked into the house and Adam sheepishly followed, his eyes scanning the inside as if he were waiting for a evil spirit to appear wielding a knife. God I hope not, you thought nervously. Behind both of you, the front door suddenly slammed shut, making Adam jump in fright.

“Let’s set up in the lounge room” You suggested, trying to ignore Tate’s behaviour.

Both of you laid out your books on the coffee table and got started on your revision. It was so helpful to have someone put the textbooks into context and fill in all the gaps with what the teacher had covered. Mr. Harringway, the chemistry teacher, only ever covered the material which he puts on his test so anything skipped during the lesson was obviously irrelevant and knowing what to skip made studying far easier.

After an hour of straight revision, Adam had clearly forgotten that he was in the infamous Murder House and not just your average lounge room, which pleased you. He was doing you a massive favor by helping and you didn’t want Tate, or any of the other ghosts, to ruin that with their antics.

“I’m going to go get some chips, we deserve a break!” you said when you realized how sore your hand was from writing. “Be back in a sec.”

You walked to the nearby kitchen and began foraging for the snacks you were sure you bought last week.

“Tate...Tate!” You whispered as you searched, wanting to warn him about behaving and let him know that you and Adam were nearly done studying.

You had to admit you were surprised when he didn’t answer. You had figured he would jump at the chance to pester you about the visitor and urge you to ditch your studying efforts in order to spend time with him.

While you gathered snacks, you were blissfully unaware of what was going on in the rest of the house.

Adam was killing time on his phone while he waited for you to return, entirely unbothered by the slight creaking of the floorboards. Then, seemingly for no reason, the window swung open and wind blew all the papers off the coffee table.

“Oh no! Seriously?” Adam groaned, dropping his phone on the couch and getting up to gather the papers.

He followed the furthest flying papers into the hallway and picked up as many as he could. They were all becoming a scrambled mess in his arms and he knew you would laugh when you saw what kind of ridiculousness had ensued while you were gone. Adam followed the final paper all the way to the basement door and as he reached down to pick it up, the door swung open.

“Adam! Can you come help me for a second!” Your voice called from the dark cavern and Adam stared into the darkness trying to see where you were.

When he had no luck spotting you, he hesitantly begun his descent into the basement. Once again very aware he was in the infamous Murder House.

“Y/N, where are you?” He called into the darkness

“Adam...Adam” The voice replied, closer this time

It was then that Adam realized there was something wrong with the voice. He had thought maybe it was the echo of the basement acoustics that had made it sound weirdly unfamiliar, but now he wasn’t so sure.

With a sudden urge to get out of the basement (and the house), Adam turned around on the staircase. Before he could make it the few steps more to reach the sunlit hallway, the door slammed shut. He ran up to it, pulling frantically at the doorknob.

“Help! I’m stuck!” He cried out, banging his hand on the door.

“Adam...Adam” The unfamiliar voice continued to call him, even closer now.

“Help! Please! I’m stuck down here!” He banged his fist harder against the door.

You returned to the lounge room with two bowls of snacks, only to see the homework had been taken from the coffee table. You groaned, assuming Tate or some other ghost had scared him into leaving. Placing the two bowls of now unnecessary snacks on the coffee table, you slumped onto the couch.

“Tate, you’re an ass. That was worth 15% of my grade.” You grumbled, assuming the blonde boy would appear with a self-satisfied grin and start talking about the meaninglessness of high school and exams on the scale of the universe. Maybe he would also start naming off famous people who had flunked out of high school, he had done that quite a few times when coaxing you to skip school.

That was when you heard it, the thudding from the other side of the house. It must’ve been loud if you could hear it from here. You got up to investigate and as you reached the hallway, it stopped. Somehow this worried you more.

You reached the basement door, which you assumed was the source of the thudding since the old paint had begun to shed off the door frame from the force. It was jammed shut, which was unusual since the basement door had always had a habit of creaking open.

“Need a hand, deary?” An overly chipper voice offered

One of the resident ghosts, Chad Warwick, who had been watching the entire afternoon unravel dramatically, had appeared beside you. Without even waiting for a response, he pressed the door open and revealed the dark basement.

You would have turned back when you didn’t see Adam, but the scattered papers that had been missing from the lounge room were scattered over the lower steps, just visible in the light of the hallway.

A weight dropped in your stomach as you worried just what Tate had been up to while your back was turned. You’d never imagined he would behave like this. Small pranks, sure, but this was scary.

Suddenly a petrified looking Adam bolted past you on the stairs. It was as though he didn’t even see you. His eyes were wide with fear and in the dim light he looked pale as a sheet.

After a moment, the old lights of the basement flickered on and you found Tate standing with his arms crossed, leaning casually against one of the foundation pillars.

“That guy? Really Y/N?” Tate asked with raised eyebrows. “He nearly wet himself when I said hello.”

“Tate!” You said angrily, too exasperated to yell, but too mad to simply ignore the days events.

“What?” He asked nonchalantly, pulling an innocent, puppy-dog face

“I’m so failing my chemistry exam tomorrow.” You huffed, not even bothering with scolding the ghost right now, what good would that even do?

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(Authors Note: Hi everyone! This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year and I’m finally back to finish it. As said earlier, this is not written to condone or romanticize Tate’s behaviour. I wanted to fully explore his personality and that includes the less favourable aspects.)

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blankparchment · 5 years

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Imagine you find out Remus is a werewolf

You were ready to kill someone. Or at least maim them. At the very least hex the everloving shit out of them. Remus had been hurt before and you had let it go but you were done. This was the fourth time he’d been in the hospital wing since you had become friends with him and you were beyond pissed off.

When Remus hadn’t shown up for breakfast, you were ready to pass it off as him sleeping in or feeling a bit under the weather. He had seemed stressed the last couple of days anyway and he deserved a bit more rest after all of his recent revision. If it hadn’t been for how suspicious everyone had acted, you probably wouldn’t have thought twice. But James jumped at the chance to distract you, Sirius started telling old stories from classes you had shared, and Peter dutifully avoided your gaze. No one dared to even mention Remus’ name.

It didn’t take you long to figure out that Remus wasn’t in the best state and that they trying they’re damndest to keep you from noticing. You only just had the patience to wait until the end of breakfast before you were able to sneak away from the Great Hall under the guise of going to class. With barely a passing thought to the class you were skipping, you raced down to the hospital wing, undeniably certain that Remus would be there.

Stepping into the hospital wing, it seemed almost as though there was no one there. Pomfrey didn’t seem to be there at the very least; she usually spent her time bustling around and cleaning sheets and finishing up a few potions and mixes for her healing. She was undeniably absent from the main room, however, and all the beds were empty. You weren’t deterred. There were a couple private rooms in the hospital wing, reserved for extremely sensitive or private matters. You had earned yourself one of those back in fourth year when you had fallen to a dark curse in Hogsmeade. The damage had been brutal and the whole school had heard of it. Pomfrey didn’t have time to deal with distraction so she had ensured you had the privacy you needed to make the painful recovery.

With no preamble, you wordlessly unlocked all the doors in the room with a swish of the wand and threw the nearest one open. No one there. It was at the second door, at the back of the hospital wing altogether, that you found Remus, laying in bed with so many wounds you couldn’t count them. He might have been sleeping, but as soon as the door open he shot upright. The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper at the pain of it, the sound freezing you in place.

“What happened to you?” you managed to say. You could hear the strain in your own voice but there wasn’t much you could do about it. You hadn’t expected it to be this bad. Remus was covered in scratches and wounds, crisscrossing his arms and his collarbone, a couple landing on his neck. His shirt covered up most of the damage but you could see the blood seeping through some of the wounds that must have been lining his chest.

Remus opened his mouth and then shut it. He usually had such a way with words; he was a mediator and peacemaker for the most troublesome kids in school, so he had gotten used to such things. This time he had no idea what he could possibly say to make things right and that realization alone made your head spin.

“You-you’re in the hospital wing. And those wounds aren’t gone yet, which means that they’re not just scratches. That’s dark magic. It has to be.” You might have been talking to yourself. Even you weren’t actually sure.

“Y/N,” he said, raising a hand in front of him. “I—uh, I can explain.” He dropped into silence. He was at a loss for words but you weren’t.

“Who did this to you, Remus?” you asked. You noticed your hands were shaking so you crossed your arms to hide it. “Who the hell is it? Because you keep on ending up here, you keep on ending up hurt and in the hospital wing and I’m not stupid, okay? I know you’re not just-just tired or clumsy or being dumb, because you’re not like that. And I don’t know if your friends believe that but I don’t. Someone is hurting you and you’re going to tell me who.”

Remus breathed raggedly, struggling to shift to sit further upright, his hand raised in front of him in an appeasing gesture. “Please, Y/N, it’s not like that. I’m fine. You shouldn’t even be here.” His voice was clearly strained but whatever pain he was in, he seemed determined to hide it from you.

“I shouldn’t be here?” you repeated. You were finding it hard to keep your tone in check and before you knew it you were nearly shouting. “Remus, do you hear yourself?! You’re in the hospital wing, and we’re in the middle of a war! You can’t be keeping secrets, not now. If someone is hurting you, you have to tell someone, you can’t just go it alone!”

“Y/N, please, just let it go. Leave it alone, I’m fine, I promise I am. Just trust me!” Remus’ voice took on a pleading and broken quality and you winced. Finally quieting, you moved closer to sit on Remus’ bed. He slid back with a grimace at the movement to make more room for you, pulling his legs in so you could sit at the foot of it.

“Remus, I—” You paused and took a deep breath. “I need to know what’s going on with you, okay? Because you’re my friend and I really care about you. And-and I hate seeing you hurt. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s happening.” You waited to see if Remus would speak up but he didn’t. “You’ve been in the hospital wing four times in as many months. And look at you! You’re covered in blood and scratches and it has to be dark magic because the only things that don’t heal are dark magic and—and—”

You froze. You looked quickly from Remus’ wounds to his eyes and realized that he suddenly looked terrified.

“Please just drop it,” he whispered. “Just go, Y/N, please.”

You felt sick suddenly. “You disappear all the time. Even before we were friends I knew that. Except now I know where you disappear to. You go here. You’re-you’re always here, Remus. You get hurt and you come here, at least once—” At least once a month. You shifted approaches. “We had an astronomy lesson a couple days ago. You were there for that one, but you looked-you looked sickly. I asked you if you were okay and you told me you were. I-I remember Professor Toren saying that we couldn’t see some of the stars so well. Because it was too bright. The moon was almost full.”

Remus looked agonized. “Y/N—”

“And that was a couple days ago. The full moon was last night, wasn’t it? And if I looked up the dates, i-it would line up with the times you’ve been hurt, wouldn’t it? All the days you mysteriously go missing, it’s always right after the full moon, right?”

Remus’ shoulders dropped. You could see the exact moment when he gave up on keeping it from you, the moment where the tension leaked from his frame and all that was left was a shadow of who he had been.

“Please let me explain,” he said hollowly. “At least give me that, please give me that.”

You were too shocked to speak. Without meaning to, you shifted slightly back in your seat. Remus’ eyes followed the motion with a pained expression. After a moment, you nodded.

Y-you have to understand I would never hurt anyone. I would never hurt anyone on purpose, I-I can’t help it that I turn but we’re doing everything we can to keep everyone safe. This school—it was my only chance. Dumbledore was the only one who would take me in, no one else would be willing to accept a-a werewolf as a student. This is my only chance, Y/N, just—please don’t tell anyone.”

You shook your head and cleared your throat, putting your hand to your mouth. “Werewolves . . . they have to be turned, right? You weren’t born like this?” You dropped your gaze to the bed so you could collect your thoughts. “I-I know you’re a good person, I’ve seen it. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. But when you turn, you aren’t like that. You’re not you, right? We talked about it in class. Werewolves have no control once they turn. That must be . . . horrible.”

You took a deep breath and wrapped your arms around yourself.

“When did it happen? When were you bitten?” You were afraid to know the answer but you had to. Your world was spinning in front of your eyes and you couldn’t make sense of it. Everyone described werewolves as monsters and mutts, but Remus was sitting there right in front of you, with sad eyes and a terrible weight on his shoulders that you couldn’t begin to understand.

“I was four,” he answered quietly. “My dad worked in the Ministry. He realized one day that a man brought in for questioning was a werewolf. He tried to convince the Ministry but they didn’t believe him. He got angry and said—said terrible things about werewolves. And the man turned the next night and came to our house. He attacked me to get back at my father.

“My dad, he managed to fight the werewolf off, but he didn’t get there in time. I was bitten. And I’ve turned at every full moon after that. And you-you have to know what that’s like. I didn’t want this, I didn’t ask for it. I-I hate that I turn every month and I hate what I become. I ruined my parents lives, being like this. We were always moving, and we never had enough money, they were always looking for ways to help me. If I get kicked out of Hogwarts, it’ll—it’ll destroy them, Y/N. They’ve already sacrificed so much for me. And this is the only shot I’ll get, if this falls through—”

You lifted your head to look Remus in the eye and he stopped. After a moment you finally found it in yourself to speak. “You were four,” you said. “You were four years old when a werewolf broke into your home and attacked you. And you’re sitting there looking guilty and trying to convince me that you deserve a second chance. Remus, I-I’m not going to tell anyone. None of this is your fault, it’s just—I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’ve got it so hard and that no one even knows. Everyone hates werewolves—that’s just how it’s always been but that doesn’t make sense. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met and—”

You realized suddenly that you were choked up. “Shit, Remus. You’re hurt and bleeding and—and I can’t even beat up the person who did it to you because it was, well, you. I mean, if I ever find the werewolf that turned you I’m going to kick his ass. He deserves hell for what he’s done to you. But—”

“Y/N,” Remus said firmly. “I’m okay. Look at me, okay? I’m okay.”

Your resolve vanished. One moment you were sitting and the next you had lunged at him, tackling him in a hug so sudden that he fell back onto the bed in surprise. He let out a surprised gasp at the pain and you were quick to jump back. “Shit, sorry, you’re hurt,” you realized. You quickly began to move back and give him more space.

Before you could get too far away, Remus grabbed your wrist to keep you near.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said earnestly. “You don’t know how much your support means to me.”

You gave a slightly watery laugh, shaking your head. “That’s dumb. You’re the same old Remus anyway. You’re just a lot tougher than I gave you credit for. But . . . yeah. I’m here for you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

This was just a quick shot I felt like writing. Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it! I also take requests if you’re interested so feel free to shoot me a message if you’ve got any ideas. See you around! :)

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still got it

reposting this here because i completely revised it ! some fluff for the soul.

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“...And that's how Dougal became part of my family,” Newt concludes with a wide smile. “Now. It’s your turn to tell me a story, Mr. Graves.” The man punctuates his sentence with a cheeky wink, and the corner of Graves’ lips curves up.

“I have no stories to tell.”

“Bull-shit,” Newt intones. He is flushed, the effect of two glasses of white wine. “Tina told me there’s a rumor going around that... touching the President’s headdress," he gestures towards his own hair, "will result in ten years of good luck. She also told me she believes you are the one who started that rumor. Is that so?”

Graves does smile properly this time, a wide grin that makes his eyes sparkle and his cheeks glow. It takes ten years off his age. It has the unfortunate side-effect of making Newt’s heart do a summersault in his chest. He wills it to calm down. “I won't dignify that with an answer.”

“Oh, bugger off,” Newt says lightly. “What time is it - shouldn't you get back to work?”

“Yes, I should.” Graves raises his hand, catching the waitress’ eyes. “Check, please,” he tells her, and she comes over with a nod, taking their plates away with practiced efficiency. Graves rolls himself a cigarette after she’s gone, something Newt eyes with distaste but doesn’t comment on. They all have their bad habits.

“There you go, sir,” the waitress says, placing the tab on the table. “I trust you enjoyed your meal?”

“We did, thank you,” Graves says. “We’ll be back. It's a lovely place. Loved the steak.”

“I’m very happy to hear that, sir.” The girl sounds sincere, and her smile is charming. She winks at him, and Graves realizes with a start that she must like him. It's very flattering. “Have a good day.”

“You too, darling,” he teases, and smiles when the waitress’ face turns a lovely shade of pink. She coughs, gives him one last look before turning on her heels, and Graves turns back to his companion with satisfaction. “Well. I assume I still got it.” Newt doesn’t reply. His grip is knuckle white around his glass, and Graves worries he might shatter it and hurt himself. “Newt ? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Newt whispers, sounding vaguely strangled. “Fine. Was she your type? She must be at least ten years younger than you." He sounds accusing.

Graves blinks. “What?”

“The waitress!”

“Oh! Oh no - not at all! I'm just - having fun, nothing serious - god, no. It just feels good to know I can still catch the eye even after…” He gestures vaguely to his outward appearance. "Well. You know what I mean."

Graves’ suit is bespoke, as expensive looking as one can get. He fills it out nicely now, after a few adjustments and months of recovery, but it does not hide his missing eye. The empty socket would be visible if not for an eyepatch, giving the man a vaguely rogue air. He cannot either conceal the cane he keeps at his side to help him walk, or the streaks of white in his longer hair. Graves is forty-five, but he looks well over fifty.

And yet age seems to treat him right: he’s not lost that liquid, dangerous tilt to his body when he moves, a positively predatory gate that makes people scatter when he walks into a room. Confidence is still etched in the set of his shoulders, in the sharpness of his smile, and the overall effect - if Newt’s being quite honest - is extremely attractive. In short, he understands why the waitress would feel flustered in his presence, and he understands why Graves would respond. As he said, it's flattering. But it bothers him.

“So if I were to flirt with you like she did…” Newt starts, and Graves looks at him curiously. Curse the bloody wine. “...Would you feel flattered too?”

“Yes,” Graves says. “Very much so. But you never tried.”

“No,” Newt says tightly. “I have not. I didn't think you'd be interested.” Graves looks at him.

The waitress comes back, so he fishes his wallet out of his inner vest pocket, the conversation briefly interrupted. He takes out a couple bills and places them on top of the check.

“You touched my hand,” Graves gasps when the lady retrieves the bills and accidentally brushes her fingers over Graves’ knuckles.

“Oh - I’m sorry, I didn’t...”

“Not at all, not at all. It's alright.” Daringly, Graves takes her hand in his. The waitress startles. “On the contrary," he says, voice low. "Now I will tell all my friends I’ve had the pleasure to touch an angel.”

“Graves, for heaven's sake,” Newt hisses at him. "This is inappropriate. She's working." Graves chuckles and releases her. He takes his cane in hand and gets up swiftly.

“Sorry love, work calls. Have a good day. Take care of yourself.”

“Hm - thank you?” she says faintly, still looking a bit bewildered. "You too, sirs."

Newt drags Percival out of the restaurant before the man does something insane like actually get her number. He doesn't think Percival would - it's just harmless flirting, he can understand that. But the whole thing made him positively uncomfortable.

“What the fuck was that?” He asks once they’re outside, buttoning up his coat with shaking hands. He tucks them inside his pockets and scowls - and Graves still looks amused .

“That was me flirting, Newt. I could give you some lessons, it might help you out with Tina.”

“I don’t - Tina?…” Hang on. Newt stills. He doesn’t need lessons, of course he doesn’t, him and Tina are over - but suddenly he finds himself imagining what exactly these lessons could entail and…Graves holding his hand, whispering sweet nothings into his ear... That terrible pick up line, Jesus. That was embarassing. “Maybe you’re right. I think I need a couple of lessons to... hone my seduction skills. Would you help me?”

Graves laughs, delighted. “Alright. Your place or mine?”

Newt frowns. “Isn’t it a bit too early for that?”

“Is it?" Graves says. "Newt. Do you think I haven’t noticed you looking at me all these past weeks?”

“What?” Newt squawks, stopping short.

“I won't say I understand your interest,” Graves says, a little softer, “But I most certainly like you too. I wasn't sure, but the look on your face when I flirted with her confirmed it. You looked like you'd swallowed a sour lemon. It would be my honor to teach you more about seduction if you promise to use your newfound knowledge on me.”

Newt's heart is hammering in his chest. When did he stumble into this other reality, the one in which Percival Graves reciprocates his feelings and desires?

“This is not happening,” he says in disbelief, and Graves raises an eyebrow - his assured smile faltering.

“Oh," he says, deflating. "Shit. No. I'm - shit, did I read this wrong? Newt? I won't... I didn't... Let's get back to work.” He heaves a deep, trembling breath and turns around to leave.

Newt stares at his back. “Percival, wait.”

"We’re going to be late,” Graves replies, and keeps walking away.

“No, stop!” Newt trots after him to catch up. He bars the man’s path, standing in front of him with his arms outstretched, uncaring if he is making a scene to the eyes of outsiders. “Let me get this clear. Do you want me?”

“Newt,” Graves says softly. "I... Ever since you saved - ever since you found me, I..." He shakes his head, struggling with words. "I like being with you," he settles on. He waves his hand, and there's a shimmer in the air - he's used a spell so this conversation could have the privacy it deserves. They're still standing in the middle of the street, and it's midday. Even if no one pays attention to him, such confessions are not meant to be heard. "Everyone let me go. They didn't know how to behave around me. But you stayed. Even now that I'm better, you're staying. I'm glad MACUSA gave you a job in the meantime, but I know you have research to pursue and could quit anytime you wanted."

"Yes, well," Newt says. He itches to reach out and touch Percival's face. He takes one step. Another. He wants to hug him, to kiss him, to wipe that vulnerabilty from his face. He liked the Percival from a few moments ago, the one who was laughing with him in the restaurant, devilishly handsome. "I don't quite fancy leaving just yet. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd really like to kiss you right now."

Graves licks his lips, eyes wide, and Newt moves. In three strides he is up to Graves’ level. He is taller than him, a fact he enjoys enormously. He cups Percival's face in his hand, tilts his head up. He kisses him, and feels Percival smile against his mouth.

When he steps back, after a minute or possibly an hour, Graves looks dazed. Unable to resist, Newt drags him into another kiss, then another. Graves’ cane clatters to the ground. He starts clutching at Newt’s coat, hugging him tightly. It's started snowing around them, but Newt feels warm all over.

With a shaky laugh, Graves tucks his head against Newt’s chest, who wraps his arms around him. “Well.”

“Hmm?” Graves asks, muffled.

“I suppose this means we're dating now.”

Graves snorts. Newt is smiling like an absolute loon, and he suspects Percival must be the same. “I think we already were, you idiot. We were just a bit slow to notice.”

Newt thinks of all the times they’ve gone out to either lunch or dinner together; all the times they touched affectionately at the office, when Graves let no one else approach him. He thinks of his own recent birthday, when Graves went out of his mind and offered him a baby phoenix. He thinks of the day Graves held him as he broke down after the mother Graphorn died of illness. He thinks of all these sacred, shared moments between them, interspaced over the last year, ever since Graves' eyes first opened in the hospital following his rescue. He thinks of Percival Graves, and then he doesn’t have to think, because the object of his affections is kissing him again, quite expertly.

“Indeed,” he says between two kisses. “We must have been.”

“Hmm.”

“You actually like me,” Newt says, amazed.

“Yes, I do,” Graves murmurs. "Please keep kissing me."

#percival graves #newt scamander #gramander #Fantastic beasts and where to find them #my fic

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Killer Queen: Chapter 8 - Scandal

Summary: Life is easy when things go your way. I know this from experience. I also know that that can disappear in an instant and that you have to be able to rely on your friends. Luckily my name is Arabella Ruth White and I’m the fifth marauder. But I want to show you the girl behind the mask. It takes a lot of work to be this fabulous, darling.

A/N: If I got any information about Diwali incorrect, please let me know so I can change it. I'm not Hindu and all of my research was done online and I dread to think how reliable that actually is. Also, happy late Diwali since it wasn't that long ago. That's a lie but let me have this, please.

Drunk Ruth is the funniest thing I've written in a while also more writers need to try writing drunk narrators for their stories because some wack shit comes out of that. Bonus points if alcohol is not featured in the scene at all. Double bonus points if you're writing in the third person. Extra double bonus points if the narrator almost reveals important events that haven't happened yet (could be used as a plot device). The drunkenness was definitely not inspired by the amount of Echo Falls I had last night.

Me?? Including my feminist shit in my stories?? More likely than you think. Please don't start arguing over abortion in the comments though, please. Thank you kindly. I just felt the need to yeet in my opinions about it after all the shit that happened in the USA.

Sorry for not updating for about six months. It is a bit ridiculous, I know, but oh well. Half-term ended up being a lot busier than anticipated and I had a lot of writer's block and procrastination when I finally got around to writing this. And I did my research and Diwali actually fell on Sirius's birthday in 1975. You would not believe how happy I was about that. If you caught the Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference I love you. The title for this chapter came from Queen's 1989 album, The Miracle.

Word Count: 3.2k+ (hopefully that makes up for the delay)

Inspiration: You Can’t Make Me Love You by -FromEden- on Wattpad, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3, The Boy Who Killed God by @sirius-black-killed-god

Warning(s): talk of pregnancy and abortion, underage drinking (although it’s in the UK so it’s fine lmao), swearing

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Never before had Diwali fell on and around Sirius's birthday. James had joked about it many a time in the past but the look on his face when he discovered the date of the next new moon in Astronomy was one of surprise and amusement. This meant Sirius's usual birthday celebrations - a.k.a. a ridiculous party - would have to be slightly altered. Not that the birthday boy minded an awful lot. He was rather fond of the traditions involved and his face lit up like the diyas themselves. The day before had been spent creating Rangoli patterns on the floor of their room, Kingsley thankfully not minding as it was part of James's culture. Also, as it had been a Hogsmede weekend, we spent the majority of the day following James around so he could buy new things for the Hindu new year. And also to get Sirius's birthday presents when he was too distracted by the games in Zonko's.

James's parents had sent a huge box fall of diyas, all varying in colour and size, that had required four owls to carry. Along with it was a lovely heartfelt letter to all of us, reminding to stay safe and revise and all that, but to also have fun with whatever we were getting up to. James definitely teared up at one point but he remained in denial. Silly billy.

Now, after knowing James for a good four years, my knowledge of Hinduism was rather extensive, if I do say so myself. So according to James, Diwali lasts for five days with different festivities on each day. This year, it had started on Halloween so as soon as we returned from our epic prank, we quickly set up with the help of a spell or two and then let James do his thing. The same pattern repeated until now, which was the fourth day of the celebrations and James's favourite day, in his not-so-humble opinion.

Last night had been spent by setting off as many fireworks as we could possibly do, using the fact that it was Diwali to our advantage. They couldn't exactly tell us off for celebrating a festival, right?

Today was the first day of the Hindu New Year so, of course, we had stayed up last night to welcome it properly. This meant we were all a little tired, especially since we woke up a little earlier too.

The night to come appeared to be rather busy so, while Peter went to get some breakfast for us all, we set up the new diyas, cleared the ones that had burned out last night and fixed the slightly smudged rangoli patterns. Once James had declared everything good enough for tonight - which, as you can imagine, took quite some time - we headed down for our first lesson of the day.

Fucking Herbology.

Sirius did, on many occasions throughout that lesson claim that since it was his birthday, he legally didn't have to be there because he was "Sirius McFucking Black and no man can tell me what to do from this day forward".

Unfortunately for him, Professor Sprout was no man and in fact a very angry woman who "will still give you detention Mr Black if you continue with that language in my classroom".

Suddenly, a petite, barn owl flew in the classroom with a letter in its beak. This could only mean one thing: an escape route. I rapidly tapped on the arms of the boys, not once taking my eyes off of the owl, "Teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl."

They all snapped their heads up to look at said owl, who was now perched on Sprout's desk. The teacher took the note - the owl took its leave - and she read it carefully, squinting. A look of both gratitude and distaste made its way onto her face. Definitely for one of us, then. The boys seemed to think the same as I was met with excitement and intrigued looks when I turned to them.

"White!" Sprout's voice boomed throughout the greenhouse, holding up the letter. Groans of disappointment rippled throughout the class and people started going back to their work. She handed me the letter and I opened it without haste.

Dear Miss White,

Please go to my office right away. This is a matter of urgency. You are not in trouble but this does, however, concern your family.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore.

P.S. I have been rather fond of chocolate frogs lately.

Now, unsurprisingly, I had received enough of these notes in the past to know that the whole chocolate frog thing was just a hint for the password. Not very subtle but oh well. The matter at hand was obviously what the fuck this was about. I wasn't in trouble for starters which was, quite frankly, weird. A million possibilities ran through my mind as to what this could be about. It involved my family and was serious. Did someone die? Merlin forbid it but at the current state of the wizarding world, I couldn't help but consider it. It was certainly a possibility, as much as I wished it wasn't.

"What does it say then?" James asked in an extremely disheartened tone.

"I need to go and see ye olde Dumbledore. Doesn't say why," I started packing up my stuff to leave.

"Someone's in trouble!" Sirius said in a sing-song voice that made me want to punch him in the face.

"No, it clearly says I'm not in trouble, you dickhead!" I yelled as I smugly strolled out of the greenhouse.

"Bitch!"

"Twat!"

"Prick!"

"Wanker!" I ran out as quickly as I could after that, leaving Sirius to get into trouble with Sprout. That was my birthday present for him. I practically sprinted to Dumbledore's office, every cell in my body bursting with curiosity. Once I arrived, I pretty much fell into his office from pure exhaustion. Exercise and I were not on good terms. I picked myself up from my mostly ungraceful entrance to see two people already sitting opposite the headteacher.

"Ah, Arabella, glad to see you received my note. Take a seat," Dumbledore greeted me and gestured to the chair closest to me. I cautiously took it and only then did I get to finally see who I had the pleasure of having this meeting with. None other than the Head Girl and Boy. Or otherwise known as my cousin and her boyfriend. Melanie and Filip. The golden students of Hogwarts. Everybody idolised them and for good reason. Seemingly perfect, they were the Athena and Apollo of our school. Smart but not bookworms. Kind but not pushovers. Beautiful but not vain. So it was no surprise to anyone when the titles they held were bestowed upon them. I, for one, did not believe in soulmates but Melanie and Filip came pretty damn close. Melanie was the daughter of my mother's twin sister. Two years older than me although I think I had corrupted her more than she had me. The type of cousin that you only saw once in a blue moon but when you did, all hell broke loose and you had the time of your lives. I knew very little of Filip but his reputation of being an all-around nice guy preceded him for miles. Their presence was some form of comfort to me because I couldn't possibly be in trouble if they were here too.

"May I ask what this is about?" I looked around the room for it had fallen silent. Melanie uncharacteristically refused to look at anything other than her lap. Filip was gazing off into the distance as if he was a model. Dumbledore was just being Dumbledore so no changes there, not that I expected any.

"Melanie, would you like to explain?" the headmaster asked to which the girl in question frantically shook her head.

"I can't," her voice, no louder than a whisper, broke halfway through. My heart instantly dropped, this couldn't possibly be good. She was usually so strong, so independent. I didn't recall ever seeing her cry so this must be a big deal. Filip grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Filip?" Dumbledore tried a different strategy.

Clearly struggling with his words, he ended up just murmuring, "Melanie's pregnant."

And so it seemed that even the finest china you had ever seen could be chipped. Misfortune would always be lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to strike at any given moment. Nobody was ever safe from it, not even the few angels who walked among us. Out of all of my friends, Melanie would be one of the last I would suspect of being pregnant. This list of friends included my male friends so that was saying something.

But at the same time, who was I to judge her? It wasn't as if I was a virgin either. That ship sailed a long time ago. She was allowed to do whatever (and whoever, if you know what I mean) she wanted. Providing she wanted this to happen. Not the baby but the cause of it. Some people can be absolute twats sometimes but if the father was indeed Filip, surely that wasn't the case.

Regardless of how it occurred, they now had to work out what they were going to do about it. Would they be expelled? Arrested? They were both 17 and therefore adults in the wizarding world. They would be fine, right?

"Ari?" Melanie spoke up, audibly calmer than before and much more like the Melanie I knew and loved, "Say something please."

Only then did I realise that my rather extensive thought track meant that I had not yet said anything. "Sorry, I just- what are you planning to do about it?" That was my top priority for I needed to know how to support her. I couldn't care less about her decision but I did care about her.

"Wait, you're not mad?" relief visibly flooded every cell in her body like a waterfall. I hated that she had been expecting anger and disgust when I would never be like that towards her, even if I wanted to.

"Darling, of course, I'm not mad! These things happen, OK? I just need to know what you want to do about it."

She bit her lip and exchanged a quick glance with Filip, who had been gradually relaxing since I had first spoken, "We're not sure just yet if I'm honest. I was wondering what you had to say on the matter?"

"I will support you no matter what," I answered truthfully, "You want to have the baby? You have the baby! I will be that aunt who corrupts it as much as possible and you know it. But if you're not ready then just abort it! No one will hate you if you do, it's just a fetus the size of a grain of rice for crying out loud! It's entirely up to you, my dear."

"Well said," Melanie smiled slightly. Dumbledore cleared his throat and we all turned to him.

"Just as Arabella kindly put it, you do indeed have the choice. The baby won't be due until August and, seeing as you will no longer be at Hogwarts by then and will both be 18, you hold the right to keep it."

A long, rather awkward silence ensued, which was understandable given the situation. Melanie's glazed eyes told me she was deep in thought but a small, impatient part of me just wanted to break her from her trance, shake her up and down and yell at her to make a decision. I told myself to shut the fuck up because this was a huge decision to make and could potentially affect the rest of her life. Regardless of her choice, this would become something that would certainly loom over everything for a while at least. Besides, it was easy for me to tell her to hurry up because I wasn't going to be the one to raise the damn child. Or children. Twins were common in our family. Luke and Rhea for example. And my mum and Melanie's mum too.

"I'm going to keep it," Melanie whispered. I almost missed it due to the voices inside my head. I still didn't believe it.

"Really?" I asked, sounding a lot more incredulous than I intended.

"Yeah, I, sorry, we," she squeezed Filip's hand back, "We always knew we would have kids after Hogwarts, so why not get a head start?"

I had to admit she made a valid point and, if the look on Filip's face was anything to go by, this baby would grow up having two loving parents. Though, I couldn't ignore my instincts screaming at me to stop her, to tell her that this was a bad idea, to tell her that this wasn't going to go according to plan because nothing ever does. Even while I watched Dumbledore promise to hide the pregnancy. Even while I watched their faces of glee at the realisation that they were going to be parents. Even while I said my goodbyes and left the office. Even then I stayed silent. Because who was I to try and control my cousin's body?

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The second lessons ended for the day, Minnie collected James so she could take him to the Mandir in Edinburgh, as worship and seeing family was an important part of Diwali. He wouldn't be back until after dinner so we spent the time 'studying' to get Remus off of our backs and then set up for the party later on. Without Sirius looking of course. Although I must say getting him to bugger off for a while was easier than expected and may or may not have involved an extreme game of fetch. Let's just say that Snivellus wasn't all that pleased to find me lobbing his beloved textbook down the stairs.

All of the stairs.

Personally, I found it hilarious but Lily had a slight difference of opinion. Even when I tried to defend myself and call it my other birthday present to Sirius.

Regardless, it got one of my crackhead friends out of my hair for a while. We managed to hang banners from the ceiling, enchant a disco ball to whizz around like a not-as-dangerous bludger and cast a spell that meant glitter would just hover in the air to give the common room a glitzy feel to it.

Perfect for Sirius's sixteenth birthday. Although that concept alone was a little hard to comprehend. The fact that he had the mental age of a six-year-old was seriously convincing me that his birth certificate was wrong. That would explain a lot except he was still a fucking tall bastard. Although seen as I was only five feet one, everyone was tall compared to me. Apart from Alice, the fucking midget. She may or may not be only half an inch shorter than me but that half an inch made all the difference ('That half an inch made all the difference': title of Marlene's sex tape).

Moving on, the party itself started at around 9 so as to give everyone enough time to get ready. In that time, I managed to throw on a silver glittery jumpsuit with flowy legs and matching heels, do my hair and makeup and put on my accessories; all of which take longer than you first expect. An animated look was painted onto Sirius's face when we gave him permission to open his eyes and see what we had definitely put effort into creating for him. 'Permission' seems like a strong word until you learn that we had to hex his eyes shut to prevent premature peeking. We know him too well.

We had David Bowie records blasting from my poor record player all night, and while I tried to sneak in a couple of Queen ones every now and then, James just reprimanded me, saying that "it should be up to the birthday boy" and that "I would get my turn in a few weeks anyway". To which I did what I do best and sulked next to the drinks table by myself, thinking of ways to piss James off that I would almost certainly forget by the time I was sober. I was coming up with ways to fuck up the wanker's beloved broom while having a few gulps of what I believed was firewhiskey, when Remus approached me, tension oozing from every part of him. He grabbed the rest of my drink, downed it all in one go without a trace of a grimace, before turning to me and huffing deeply.

"What's up, buttercup?" Okay, so I might not have been entirely sober enough to deal with can-and-will-kill-you-if-you-do-so-much-as-breathe Remus but I'd be damned if I didn't give it a good go. Besides he wouldn't dare murder me. He loves me but he's bloody terrified at the same time, the same goes for pretty much everyone now I think about it.

Okay back to the issue at hand. Remus just gave me one of those looks that pierces your soul so sharply that you have to look down to make sure you haven't just been stabbed. Once I got past that armour of I-know-your-entire-life-story-and-I-would-sell-it-for-half-a-pizza-and-a-milkshake, I found a look of such hopelessness that I found myself unwillingly sobering up slightly, "Darling, what's going on?" I leaned in, knowing full well that he was going to be as quiet as possible with his reply. God, I know too much about these crackheads.

Of course, I was right with this assumption as he mumbled, "I got into a fight with Idania," he looked at me with a sorrow that I wasn't used to seeing in any of my friends, let alone at a party.

But I could only see red because I don't care you the fuck you are if you hurt any of my friends then you better fucking pray for your life. Jaw visibly clenched, voice dangerously quiet, "Where is she?" My temper was inches away from bubbling over when he didn't respond, "Where the fuck is she, Remus?"

I made to move, tunnel vision without even knowing what happened, but he grabbed my arm first, an iron grip from years of stopping me from launching punches at certain people, "No, Ruth. I wouldn't let you even if I knew where she was." He stared at me in a way that was scarily reminiscent of McGonagall and I knew I couldn't just leave him like that.

"What happened then?" I was trying my hardest to calm down and decided that my best shot was to drink some more.

"She saw some of my scars and asked where I got them from and I wouldn't say and it just escalated from there. What was I supposed to say? There's nothing you can say in that situation that won't worry her," he sighed and gulped another drink down.

I furrowed my brows, concentrating on thinking of a solution, though nothing came to mind. He had a point after all, what do you say when that happens? It all comes down to violence in one way or another and you can never not stress someone out with a cause of pain. "She'll come round if she's worth keeping."

A tiny flicker of hope danced in his eyes, minuscule but still there, "I hope to Merlin you're right."

"Honey, same," I pushed a cup of something into his hand and grabbed one for myself," But for now, we can get pissed off our asses and worry about this tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Oh fuck yes."

#marauders #james potter #Sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders headcanon #marauders imagine #marauders fic

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