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#bonus points: the deeper meaning behind one of the cards
queercodedvillains · 1 month
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If you can I’d love to hear the outline/tldr of your Claire’s AU because the posts under that tag are always so funny to me
So the claires au tag started because I wanted to collect all my modern au inspo posts in one place. Since it all gravitates around my beloved little terrorist Deidara, and I think he'd do great at a dead end low effort retail job with a bonus perk of bullying giving piercings to tweens and a sick employee discount, the claire's au was born. In hindsight, I wish I had called it the mallrats au, but since the fics came after the tag, we're stuck with the consequences of my choices smh.
It's expanded significantly, to the point that its sooo hard to summarize, but I'm gonna try my best here!!
My general goal is to transcribe everything we know from canon as closely/creatively as I can to a modern/90s setting. Tbh this started because I just was not emotionally prepared to handle canon!akatsuki levels of fucked up war criminals and I just wanted to put them in low stakes shenanigans that keeps the core of their characters without all the murder and angst and action (I hate writing action. Horror is fun and dandy, but spin kicks and explosions and puppets are beyond me for now).
So in the claires au/mallrats cinematic universe, the Akatsuki are just a gang of queers doing your run of the mill criminal activity. Drug dealing, car stealing, chop shopping, gun running, book cooking, you name it. They all ended up kicked out of society for one reason or another, banded together, and became mundane villains of polite society.
For example, Sasori is always depicted as tinkering with his puppets. So I decided that tendency to methodically pull someone apart and back together, that special calculating mindset that it takes to look at a body and come up with twelve different secret weapons to hide in their limbs, would make the perfect fodder for a chop shop mechanic. Stolen cars instead of stolen corpses. He seems like he got the obsessing-over-cars brand of autism and I love him for it. He's weird and reclusive and pretentious and insufferable and genius.
Deidara likes explosives, duh, but guns are so boring imo so I wanted to dig deeper into his love of temporary beauty, and how that meshes perfectly with drugs. They're ephemeral, transient experiences that fade quickly but leave a lasting impact on a person, changing their life, etc. He's also. Super fucking pretentious about it. Don't let him corner you at a party. Sasori might be the chemist but Deidara is the real brains behind the operation, and also the very willing test subject. I see him as a club kid, always on one in the middle of the crowd, and entirely responsible for the Akatsuki's branding. He designed the clouds and the patented pressed pills (we got blue teslas, they got white owls, etc) and also is solely responsible for word of mouth advertising. He's always got a can of spray paint and/or a black business card with nothing but a phone number and a red cloud. He's always bright and loud and shiny and looking for attention in seedy places, always in the middle of the mosh pit or the dance floor or some sketchy back alley or the skate park (skating is kinda like riding a giant flying bird, right?) Either way, everyone wants whatever the fuck he's on.
Together they're a power couple. Absolutely nasty, insufferable to talk to, impossible to be around unless you're just as pretentious as them about their very specific interests AND willing to listen to them bicker endlessly about their arts. Naturally, they only have two friends. Kakuzu and Hidan.
I want to dig into their backstories and relationships later, narratively, but the barest bones of it is that Hidan is Deidara's childhood friend and professional pain in the ass. Class clowns in detention together, bullying the local nerds, weirdo queer kids with serious mental issues from broken homes, a scrappy sort of friendship born out of desperation for someone Like Them etc. I mean Hidan's got a nasty sadomasochistic streak, a propensity for self harm, and an obsession with the occult so don't get me started on him as your local satanic bad influence. Their whole thing could be its own post tbh.
Kakuzu and Sasori are like crotchety old men on the porch. They like to sit in some booth at the club talking shit and looking menacing while Deidara and Hidan are busy 'advertising'. I also see Kakuzu as a bit of a mentor to Sasori, being a bit older and wiser and seeing Sasori get dragged into the Akatsuki after dropping out of med school and being disowned by his grandmother (a whole other post as well) and spiraling into shitty coping mechanisms (alcohol, mostly). Kakuzu smacked some sense into him and got him sobered up because he loves that sad pathetic wet cat of a man they got money to make!!
If and when Sasori and Deidara split up to work, I see them pairing up with Kakuzu and Hidan, respectively. Every artsy twink needs their burly body guard, yknow?
I'm maintaining their age differences to some degree, although pinched closer. At the time Mallrats is set, Deidara is 25, Hidan is 26, Sasori is 32, Kakuzu is 40. Itachi and Kisame are also mid 20s, Konan and Pain and Zetsu and Tobi are in their 30s.
Deidara centric timeline wise (and trying to stick to canon as closely as realistically possible) he gets kicked out of his house for being fruity at 14, ends up couch surfing with Hidan (having 'sleep overs', or sneaking into his room when Hidan's mom said no but didn't care enough think to look under his bed/the closet/that pile of laundry) and when he can't pull that off, staying in the mall til after closing and posting up in there all night. After a while, someone in the Akatsuki notices him kicking rocks in a parking lot and realizes they need some scrappy kid to run a backpack from one end of town to the other without getting noticed. One thing leads to another and he ends up catching Konan's attention. She (30s, forgery and embezzling specialist, dyke and mother of the house) shuffles some papers, gets him his own apartment on the condition that he works for her and the money goes from their business associates to him to her to his landlord.
I have a soft spot for Konan doing this for anyone she can. Queer kids in the 80s and 90s didn't exactly have resources, and she did what she could with what she had, handing them a way to earn their own money and a safe place to live, even if its seedy and illegal. Beats the streets! Most of them were runners for a few years and aged out, she signed their SRO apartments off to them at 18 and they moved on with their lives. There's a whole host of people who only know her as Lady Angel (winknod to canon again) because she did what she could to save em. Deidara just happened to be too good at his job and got pulled higher and higher, until he landed in Sasori's shop.
That's about caught up to what I've gotten so far in Mallrats and The Waiting Room (with so much more to go. My muse is wildly overactive for the amount of time and attention span I got). I got head canons on like all the main characters from Konoha/Suna, all the Akatsuki, and the Sanin. Where they work, how they interact, how their relationships translate to mallrat/clubrat shenanigans, etc.
Every detail Sasori and Deidara falling in love? DUH. But also........... A complete dossier on everyone's kinks? Hidan and Deidara's gay awakening? Sasori's history with Orochimaru? The absolute fuckery that is any of their home life before the Akatsuki? Brazilian Kakuzu? Jashinism in a neopagan satanic context? Kakuzu and Hidan's perfectly vicious relationship? Konan as Lady Angel? Itachi darling son of the police chief working for the mob to spite his homophobic dad? Kisame... well, idk about Kisame, but if you care enough to develop it with me I could be convinced to!! The list goes ON.
I could go into heavier detail about so much more but this is already so long T^T. If you read this far thank u ilysm and I would be so delighted to get into more if you're interested!! The ask box is always open and I am foaming at the mouth over them at the drop of a hat <3
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princessquinnella · 9 months
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Elizabeth (belongs to @aili-chan ) pulling a Parent Trap scenario on her Uncle and Quinnella (bonus if Dawson / Mrs. Judson assist some services to help strengthen the mood lol)
A fancy candlelit dinner in the dining room with sweet music and their favorite foods lain upon the table.
The two are lured with sweet little cards - Basil’s even written in a broken leaf lettering coded alphabet, which basically tips him off early on to his dear niece’s part in this little game but… Dangit it’s a push he realizes he needs.
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Basil is taken aback as he enters the dining room and sees the illustrious form fitting evening gown she’s dawned, jewels and ribbons shining in her hair. And here he was worrying he’d overdressed. She always seemed to have that effect upon him.
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She’s… enchanting. As always.
It takes all his efforts not to give in to his desire to flee the room - this is a mistake a damned mistake but… he finds himself pulling out her chair before stiffly taking his own seat.
Checkmate.
It’s polite, painfully awkward conversation for the most part - compliments paid to one another’s handsomeness / beauty amidst long silences aside from the clatter of silverware as they both try to fight their nervousness.
Enough of this. Basil leans dangerously back in his chair, resting his feet up as he lazily swirls his wine glass. “You do realize what they’re hoping to accomplish with this little…”
“…Charade.” Quinnella remarks.
“…Manipulation.” He finishes.
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He takes a long sip. “So we’re in agreement.”
Quinnella smiles mischievously. “I’ve pulled quite a few similar stunts of my own for plenty of couples back in Pixie Hollow.” Many of whom were still quite happily together.
“Well, now I see where she got the idea.” Basil scoffs, taking a glance at the door slightly ajar. “I expected better from you, Dr.!” He calls out, taking another sip.
True, he can’t be certain they’re watching how their little play is working out but… oh to hell with it, of course they are. His deduction is proven right with the sudden clicking of the door shutting behind them.
“It’s sweet.” Quinnella smiles, playing with the petals of a rose in the vase.
“It’s pathetic. As if we can’t make up our own minds…”
“Can’t we?” If anything the fairy was quite glad for the push.
Ever since their lovely late little night of passion the tension between them had simply been… unbearable. On both of their sides. Even worse than before as they both dared try and act as if nothing had happened.
As if the rest of the household didn’t see the increase in constant pining looks or nervous glances, gentle touches… didn’t notice the two of them sneaking off for quick stolen kisses or ‘private’ moments in the night in the small corners of the flat whenever they dared felt brave enough to act upon that tension - so thick you could cut it with a knife - yet still never felt brave enough to speak properly of it or the true deeper meaning behind their actions and silent affections.
It was maddening.
“That’s my point.”
Quinnella holds back a laugh. “You haven’t made one.”
“It’s…” he sighs. “I don’t need anyone - least of all my niece - meddling in my love life…”
Shit.
“Oh, so you do still have affections for me.” She smiles playfully, leaning closer. “Here I was beginning to think I was just some sweet satisfaction…”
“Don’t.” He leans close, taking her hand in his. Despite the playful jesting in her tone, it was no small matter of deducing the pained truth behind her eyes. “You know you’re worth more than that to me. So much more. I… I… ugh.” He falls flat.
Why was this so damningly difficult?
He cared for her greatly. Obviously more than words could express.
Just fucking say it.
“Miss Quinnella I…”
“Me too.”
She smiles sweetly. Her patience and consideration - the kindness of her heart - was tremendously unwavering. He would give her the very stars if he could.
Quinnella giggles at his bewildered expression, kissing the back of his hand. “There’s no hurry. We have all the time in the world.”
A terrifyingly naïvely optimistic perspective. Just how long would Professor Ratigan continue lying in wait? Just how long could he continue to keep her safe…
“It’s alright.” She cups his cheek with her hand, sensing his unease. It always seemed to be on the forefront of his mind. That fear, that paranoia amidst their affections. She knew it well. Felt those same fears. But with him… she felt utterly safe. She hopes to make him feel the same safety and comfort with her company. “Everything’s alright.”
Before he can even register his own motions he’s pulling her gingerly into his lap. The meal long forgotten in favor of a far more tantalizing dessert in store as her lips meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist as his fingers rove beneath the shining fabric of her gown.
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thedarkmistress16 · 1 year
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Yan!RPF Headcanons: JC Edition (2/2)
more cringe let's go same warnings apply. Part 1 here.
If you don't ask him out first, he eventually will. If you stress on staying friends, he'll snap and may either kidnap you, threaten you to give into his demands with blackmail, or become more sloppy with his kills. Even worse, all three if you put up a fight after he reveals his intentions and try to turn him in.
He'll do anything to keep you involved with him somehow, the law be damned. He has no qualms vanishing off the grid if it means keeping you; moving away from all those other people that took up both your precious time is a much needed bonus and respite. He'll eventually find himself in jail raving like a lunatic about you if you play your cards right.
Isn't really into pda? He doesn't mind hand holding or hugging, but likes to reserve his deeper affections for when you're both secluded. It's not everyone's business to know what you both get up to behind closed doors and he doesn't appreciate the prying. If someone asks for you two to show some love, however, get ready for a dramatic dip and a steamy kiss mainly played up for the cameras. Keep in mind this will last for a few seconds before he switches modes and you suddenly find yourself standing upright again as he waves them away.
Lead him and he will follow. As long as your relationship progresses on a similar track to his hopeful imagination, you’ll have a peaceful and romantic life together, if nothing else.
Loves setting up various romantic scenarios and acting like a completely lovesick goofball with you. Inside jokes, sensual kisses, sweet nothings, secure cuddles, and good food are common staples of dates with him, no matter the location.
Will always compliment you, even if you’ve been shitty to him or had a fight, spouting at least one per day. It doesn’t matter what you do to him- as far as he’s concerned, you rival the stars and can truly do no wrong in his eyes.
Treasures alone time with you. Though being with you can also be somewhat exhausting, he tolerates your presence more. Think of yourself like a battery saver mode- you don't nearly drain his energy as much as other people do.
Craves intimacy and realness with you. With everyone else he’s putting on an act, well- not including you, but you’re the only one he gets this close with- Okay, he’ll never be completely honest with you about the stalking and murders. The more he can get away with, the better his future with you will be.
The only time you'll find out is on your own.  If you're cool with or into it, he wouldn’t know what to do before realizing literally nothing he does will push you away and he’ll be on top of the fucking world with this fact. Now this unstable man is practically unstoppable with your approval, becoming shameless and sloppy when he’s committing these acts. Gets more unhinged if you also partake in or have a kink for them to the point where you’ll both be thrown in jail or an asylum.
As far as appearances go, he seems to have all the patience in the world when internally, he's on an extremely short fuse. He has a plethora of coping mechanisms he utilizes, which is part of the reason why it takes so long for him to actually snap. For you, he grits his teeth through the pain and bears it for the future he's mapped out in his mind.
Seems to mold himself to your desires and likes in the beginning, but after you start a serious, romantic relationship, it’ll seem like he becomes a different person. In actuality, you’ll realize he wants to find himself with you. He’s been playing roles this whole time, to the world and himself, and he wants to discover his true wants and goals now that he knows you’ve both built some trust and rapport. Won’t confide with you about everything, of course, but will ask you to try a bunch of different things with him ranging from cooking to skydiving, typically leaning toward an engaging activity. Whether you like them or not is irrelevant unless the topic is a sensitive one for you- in which case he’ll go off on his own, though he usually prefers the bonding experience.
Will still indulge in your interests even if he doesn’t like participating, opting to stand by and observe you in your element and exchanging banter.
Has a libido level he’d rather not let you in on, but wouldn’t mind if you wanted to state his urges for a while? There’s always a subtle nod to his sexual desires in his kisses, words, and expressions when the moment straddles the line between innocence and temptation. He usually wants to go farther, but tends to wait for you to jump that threshold first, almost like he’s anticipating how long you can resist him in these moments.
Will indulge your kinks, and also expects the same of you with his, which are the grossest, actually? It's better you don't get introduced to his odd attachment for sniffing your panties whether you're wearing them or not and his desire to lick your sweat from your skin when you haven't had a shower in a couple of days. And slobbering all over the same utensils you use.
Unintentionally loves thrills that involve his bad behaviors, particularly when you're in close proximity and clueless about what he's doing in the other room. Usually checks his bases before getting lost in his head, but has one or two slip ups from time to time.
Tends to be a switch for the sole reason he wants to do what you want him to do. After he gets a solid idea of your preferences, he’ll start taking the reins to seek his own pleasures with you in the hopes of developing a balanced, fulfilling sex life.
Loves teasing the hell out of you solely for the reason that he's causing you to react in such a way. The feeling gives him such a high. Will go down on you with a cheeky grin while you're on the phone just to see you squirm and beg him with your eyes.
Fantasizes the whole shebang with you: wedding, honeymoon, children, spacious abode, retirement years, grandchildren, etc. Has been thinking about these scenarios since he started stalking you, and has had a long time to fine-tune them as he gets to know you better. 
Will pitch some of them to you if he knows for certain they will turn a difficult decision into his favor, such as doubts of commitment or questioning to stay with him after discovering some unsavory acts he’s likely done.
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The 2nd
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Bonus (because I didn't use gold & silver just for y'all to not be able to see the shine):
[haha pls don't let this flop I put way too much effort into it, pls remember likes are amazing but on tumblr reblogs > likes]
MC shitpost art
Satan shitpost art
(Edit: I finally took a good picture/scan of it after more than 2yrs🥲)
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curseofaphrodite · 2 years
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tricks and charms
regulus black x fem!slytherin!reader
summary: for all the talk about perfectionism, regulus is a mess when it comes to muggle activities, and he just so happens to love card tricks. a/n: you can either think this is Hogwarts in 2022 or you can pretend youtube existed back then. also, muggle-born!reader
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written for the harry potter writing event!
"Where are you guys going?" you asked curiously, making Sirius stop in his tracks. You had just spotted the marauders sneaking off the Hogwarts and it wasn't even the first time.
"Oh, you know, it's beautiful outside," he said, laughing awkwardly.
"Yeah, full moons are gorgeous," James added, scratching the back of his neck. "I'd ask you to tag along but uhm, you have that test tomorrow?"
"It's the holidays," you pointed out, then turned to Moony. "You okay there? You look pale."
"We really have to go," Sirius said, pulling Remus away before he could answer.
Deciding you could deal with their mess later, you headed back to the empty Slytherin common room.
Holidays at Hogwarts were the best and worst part of the year.
You had no homework, no necessity to go back to your own house, and the fact that most douchebag Slytherins were absent was a lucky bonus. But it was also the time you felt alone, especially since your friends already seemed to have secrets from you.
Pushing the intruding thoughts back, you made your laptop fly to you. The Slytherin in you made the "sneaking in a muggle object to Hogwarts" part very easy. You had sneaked in your earphones, the phone, and even a blender, which you weren't even sure why.
After scrolling a bit on some of your favorite social medias, you went straight to YouTube, just like you always did. You saw how a new video was uploaded by Danny, one of your favorite YouTubers. It was a Christmas movie commentary too, which made everything better.
Wishing you had popcorn, you snuggled deeper into the couch, already feeling comfortable in the darkness.
The screen lit up and the video started rolling.
"What the fuck is that?" someone yelled, making you jump in shock.
In your defense, you didn't think anyone else was in the room. Slytherins usually consisted of pure-bloods and all of their families wanted them home during the holidays for extravagant parties and other sophisticated nonsense.
This only made you more confused to see Regulus Black, whose family was probably the most sophisticated of all.
"Aw, who taught you to curse?" you asked teasingly, hoping he wouldn't make the situation into a big deal.
The Youtuber's voice cut off the conversation.
Oh, you wanted to know if Santa's dead. He is. He just slides right off the roof and fucking dies.
You slammed the laptop shut.
"Who are you talking to?" Regulus asked, taking out his wand. "Did you tell any muggle about Hogwarts? Are they planning an attack?"
"Relax, it's just a video."
"About murder."
"C'mon- wait, what are you doing?"
Regulus had dived for the device heroically, trying to slam it off your hands. You slid to the side of the couch and accidentally opened the laptop again. Danny's voice filled the room.
And his son comes out and he’s stoked. He’s like “YES YOU GOT HIM! YOU KILLED THAT BITCH!”
"You did what?" he gasped, straightening up.
"It's a joke!" you said quickly, showing him the screen. "See, all recorded."
I mean this is what the holiday season is all about, you know? The smell of sugar cookies, and beautiful lights lighting up the entire neighborhood and a dying old man laying in the snow in the front yard.
Regulus listened until he was sure no one was going to walk out of the page. He then glared at you sternly.
"You can't bring this here."
"I know but it's the holidays," you whined. "I'm bored. Besides, how come you're staying behind?"
"That's none of your business," he said begrudgingly, then took a seat opposite you.
"Can't sleep?"
"That's none of your business."
Rolling your eyes, you unpaused the video.
If you just kill Santa, you get to be Santa. What other occupation has that system? I mean. Can you just walk onto a hospital and kill the doctor and put on his clothes, and now you're a doctor? No. You can't. I've tried.
You rose your eyebrow when you saw Regulus trying to fight a smile. He half-scowled when you caught him, then huffed and stared into the fireplace again.
"You know you can come and watch it with me right?" you said, trying to sound friendly. "It's literally just a funny movie review."
"I'm fine."
"Suit yourself," you shrugged, continuing to keep your eyes glued on the screen.
After a moment or two, he spoke again.
"I didn't see you at dinner."
You looked up. "Yeah, I was busy."
"Too busy for food?"
"It's none of your business," you said, thinking you'll sound smug. It may have come off as mean because he stood up, briskly walking away.
You didn't have anything against him, so you felt bad for even picking a fight with him. Well, it wasn't a fight, but it certainly wasn't a friendly conversation either.
The video was almost over when you felt a tap on the shoulder. Startled, you jumped, the laptop almost falling again.
"Jesus, you're quiet!" you scolded as he sat down beside you, handing over something.
You looked at the tray of cupcakes and back at him, confused as hell.
"The kitchen elves are nice," he explained, taking one himself. "Thought you might be hungry."
You blinked. "You went to the kitchen to get me food? In the middle of the night?"
"I've done far worse," he scoffed.
You nodded towards the video. "Do you wanna stay and watch then?"
Resisting the urge to say no, he swallowed his pride and nodded stiffly. The bright smile that lit your face made him feel better about the decision.
I swear this kid's talking a TikTok star. For his 12-year-old fans like "don't worry, we're the good guys" heh heh heh!
"This is dumb."
"Shush!"
When the video came to a close, you looked at Regulus appreciatingly. "I thought you wouldn't like muggle things."
"Ah, if you must know, I'm rather a fan of technology," he said slowly, his words calculating. "Especially muggle magic."
"Muggle magic?"
"Card tricks, invisibility acts, they're all clever." He ran his hand through his hair, trying to smooth the mess. "I love how they can't do actual magic but they don't let that stop them. They create miracles on their own."
You were suddenly excited. "Do you know any tricks?"
"No, I can't figure them out," he admitted, a bit shameful.
"We're changing that!" With a determined stance, you started tapping on your keyboards. "Let's watch some tutorials."
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Over the next few days, you kind of got yourself a new friend. Regulus was fun when he wanted to be, and he even showed you the deck of cards he hid under his bed.
According to him, he bought them at the town fair, one he sneaked off from his house to attend. That boy had a lot of secrets, starting from the secret resentment for his mother and how he wanted to see the floating lanterns one day.
"Ah, like Rapunzel?" you had asked.
"Who's that?"
"Nevermind."
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You taught him how to use your laptop where he watched videos from morning till evening and repaid by getting you everything you wanted from the kitchens. He even introduced you to the elves, who were all very happy for a new friend.
The marauders didn't know about the nightly escapades with your fellow Slytherin. All they observed was how you were spending quite some time away from them, and instead of trying to figure out why, they jumped to the conclusion that you were angry.
This led to a few "what should we do!" talks between them, and they decided to sneak out of Hogwarts and get you some of your favorite candies from Honeydukes.
You didn't notice their absence and were having a rather lovely conversation with Regulus in the common room.
"I finally figured out this trick," he said, laying out the cards. "Pick one but don't look at which one it is."
"Oh, I don't think you mastered that trick yet," you replied, though you did take one card. "I don't think you've mastered any trick actually. You still have a long way to go. Count yourself lucky that you have a great teacher."
"Technically, it's your toy that teaches me, not you."
"Its not a toy, it's a laptop."
"Weird name," he sighed, shuffling the rest of the deck. "I got an owl today. From my mom."
"Oh?"
"She wanted me back home," he bit down his lips in frustration. "I don't want to go."
"Then don't," you replied just as fast. "You don't owe her anything."
"She's a reminder that our family is cursed."
You frowned at the grim statement. "Don't say that. You're nothing like her."
He laughed. "I'd like to think I have a big hole of darkness in my chest."
"Stop trying to look evil."
"I am evil."
"Not really."
"Manipulative."
You bit back a smile. "Nope."
"Scary."
"Not one bit."
"Heartless?"
"Not at all."
"But I don't have a heart," he said swiftly. "You took mine."
For a second or two, you stared at him, then burst out laughing, making him red all over. "How long did it take you to come up with that?"
"Three days," he confessed. "But maybe you should look at the card."
Your mouth fell open, seeing the ace of hearts in your hand.
"You have the heart," he said smugly.
"Guess you've mastered the act after all," you commented, sounding impressed.
"What's... going on here?" another voice said, making you both jump in shock.
Sirius had appeared in the room, his hands folded. "I didn't know you were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays, Reg."
Regulus shrugged.
"Well he is," you said, standing up. "Where were you today anyway?"
"Lupin, James and I got you your favorite chocolates," he informed, pointing back to the Great Hall. "We thought you might be mad at us."
"Chocolates? I don't know why you thought that and I don't care. Where are they?" you asked eagerly, leaving the room to hunt them down.
Sirius stayed behind, confused as to when you had even started talking to his brother.
Regulus loved how clueless Padfoot looked and decided to pour gas into the flames.
"Not to be dramatic but," he began, clapping Sirius's shoulder as he passed. "One day, I'm going to marry that girl."
Sirius blinked, wondering what the hell he missed in three days.
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this is the video by the way -> The Worst Christmas Movie Ever Made
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yikesharringrove · 3 years
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Billy closed the front door behind him, the pine wreath jiggling as the door swung shut.
He took of his boots, leaving them next to Steve’s wet snow boots, smiling down and rolling his eyes fondly at the fancy fur-lined things.
He could hear Steve in the kitchen, no doubt on the phone. .
“Yeah, no, it’s okay. No, I don’t mind. Yeah. Mom, seriously, it’s alright. Just, uh, enjoy the trip. I’ll-yes. Yeah. I’m good! Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Yep. Alright, love you too. Yep. Bye now. Of course. Yeah. Okay. Talk soon.”
He was leaned against the wall next to the mounted phone, his back to the entry way.
He was twisting the chord around his wrist.
Billy liked to imagine Steve doing that whenever they spoke on the phone. Liked to imagine him twirling the chord around and blushing and getting all gooey.
Mostly because Steve was always so damn rigid when he spoke with his parents. So anxious and stiff.
He shook his hand free, placing the phone back on the hook and sighing deeply.
And then he sniffed.
Billy wrapped his arms around him from behind, and Steve didn’t waste a moment before leaning back against him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“What was your mom talking about?”
“It’s nothing.” Steve took a deep breath, turning in his arms to wrap his own arms around Billy’s shoulders, giving him his best attempt at a smile. “Hey.”
“Hey back.”
Steve leaned forward, ready to press his lips to Billy’s, only to have Billy lean back, avoiding him completely. He pouted at Billy.
“Tell me what’s up. Then you get a kiss.”
Steve’s pout just went deeper. Billy liked to pretend he was immune to those goddamn doe eyes. He absolutely was not.
“It’s nothing. Really.”
“Nah, your parents are being shitty again, and I wanna know about it so I can make you feel better.”
And Steve melted, just a little bit at that.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
Billy gasped dramatically.
“I would never.”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“It’s just, my mom and I have this tradition. Around Christmastime. We, you know. We go to the city, and do dinner, just the two of us. And we. God, it sounds so lame.” Billy pinched his side. Steve pulled his hair in retaliation. “And, wegototheballet.” Steve let his head flop onto Billy’s shoulder.
“Stevie, you got mush mouth there at the end.”
“We go to the freakin’ ballet, okay? We go to the ballet!” And Steve was pulling away, his face beet red, his arms wrapped around himself. “We do it every year, and have since I could sit through the fucking thing, and she’s not coming this year. And she said why don’t you take your girlfriend, Nancy? And I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that Nancy and I broke up, but she still just-” he cut himself off shaking his head. “It’s like, I know it’s fucking lame, but it’s my favorite part of Christmas. I look forward to it all damn year and we’re not going.”
And the thing on the tip of Billy’s tongue was Jesus, the fucking ballet, Harrington? Could you be anymore of a princess?
But this is, like, effecting Steve. This is actually taking a fucking toll on him.
And, well, Billy said he’d try to make him feel better.
“So, when is it?”
“When’s what?”
“The fucking ballet.”
And Steve stared at him.
“Never, apparently. Because she’s having too much fun in Saint-Tropez, and anyway aren’t you getting a little old for it, Steven?” He put on a breathy voice when he imitated his mother, sticking his nose in the air.
“I mean when is it running, numb nuts.”
“All this month. It’s like, Christmas themed. They do it every year.”
“Then you’re in charge of getting tickets.”
And Steve was giving him a look, his eyes narrowed.
“Are you, suggesting, that you, Billy ‘I’m rough and tough and dangerous’ Hargrove, are going to take me to the ballet?”
“I’m not suggesting it, shithead. I’m telling you to get fucking tickets, and let me know the date so I can get a nice fucking shirt.”
“You’re serious? You’re going to drive with me to the city, and sit there for nearly three hours, and watch the ballet with me.”
“Jesus fuck-three hours? God, the shit I do for you.” He scrubbed a hand down his face as Steve, Steve’s face split into a wide smile, the one that makes his nose scrunch up, and he began hopping from foot to foot, bobbing his head.
“Okay. Okay! I’m gonna, I think I can buy them over the phone. I’ll, I’m gonna do it before you have a chance to back out.” He took a step closer to Billy, grabbing his face in one hand, making his cheeks pout, planting a kiss to his lips before zooming off to dig the phone book out of the hall closet.
He was humming away to himself, probably the music from the fucking ballet Billy had resigned himself to seeing, while he pawed through the heavy book, searching for the number of the theater in Indianapolis.
Billy rolled his eyes at Steve’s little outbursts of excitement, tossing himself into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
“You fucking owe me. Just, like, by the way. I’m talking blowjobs every day. I’m talking cigarettes. I’m talking homemade dinners.”
“Oh, you mean the shit that I already do because I l-love you, or whatever.” Steve’s face went bright red, and he turned away from Billy, standing in a stunned silence, jamming the phone up to his ear. “Yeah, hi, I’d like to purchase some tickets please.” His voice sounded strained, and he reached up to tug on a lock of hair near the crown of his head.
Billy was stuck fucking dumb.
He’s never, fucking never had someone tell him that they love him. He thinks maybe his mom did back in the day, but it’s been a long fucking time since he’s felt the slow spread of warmth down his spine that comes with hearing it.
Steve loves him.
Steve was rambling away on the phone, tugging on the phone cord, and tapping his foot maniacally.
Billy doesn’t think he could move.
And eventually he hear the person on the other end of the line hang up. He registered Steve placing the phone quietly on the hook once again. 
He stayed with his back towards Billy.
“Steve.”
He took a deep breath, turning around to face Billy with a big fake smile.
“I got tickets! We’re going on Saturday. So, uh, yeah. If you need to borrow some clothes, it’s, it’s pretty fancy. So, like, uh, yes.” Steve was babbling, his eyes darting between Billy’s left ear and the wall behind him.
“Steve.”
“I got mezzanine seats. That’s where I like to sit, uh, you can see the stage better that way, and they’re usually cheaper. I mean, not that that’s, like, the thing, but, it’s a bonus.”
“Steve.”
Steve rolled his lips into his mouth, his leg shaking.
“Can we, like, not talk about it?”
“I feel like we should, though.”
“I don’t, wanna.”
Billy fought the urge to roll his eyes. He should be, like, sweet for this conversation. Or something. Adjacent to it.
“At least, did you mean it? What you said?”
Steve bit his bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
“Good. I mean. I liked, liked hearing it. And, uh, me too. You know. Uno reverse.” Billy gestured like he was putting a card down between them. Steve gave him a blank stare.
“Did you just, Uno reverse my confession of love? Is that seriously what just happened?”
“Well, like-” the thing is, it’s a big fucking word. And he doesn’t think he can actually, like, say it to Steve. But, he feels it. He definitely feels it. Like, fuck, he’s going to the goddamn ballet for this fucker. Obviously, there’s some big fucking feelings there. “What you feel. Is also. What I feel.”
“Oh. Good, then. Yeah. Good.” Steve looked around the room. “Should we, like, shake on it?”
“Shake on it? Steve, fucking Hell. Just come here.” He reached out, looping his fingers through Steve’s belt loops, tugging him into his arms. And Steve stumbled forward, crashing with very little grace into Billy.
He sighed as Billy kissed him, a sloppy, desperate kiss. A kiss that Billy tried to shove every word he couldn’t say into Steve’s brain the same way he shoved his tongue into Steve’s mouth. 
And when they broke apart, Steve began humming, grinning wildly.
And Billy figured the song was from the fucking ballet he had agreed to see with Steve. Which he can’t stress enough, the fact that he is going to see a goddamn, motherfucking ballet just to make his favorite person happy, that’s as close as Billy can possibly come to a declaration of devotion at this point in his life.
But Steve pulled out a brightly decorated record from his family’s collection, explaining that the ballet had many different iterations, but all choreographed to the same compilation of music, and apparently, this was enough for him.
To have Billy hold him while he talked for hours about the story of the ballet, the history of it, the music the costumes he likes, everything, maybe it was okay that Billy couldn’t say the words. Maybe it was okay that he was there, that he did the things Steve liked just to see him smile.
Billy’s never been enough for anyone.
But then again, neither has Steve.
(And when they finally see the show, it’s the most beautiful thing Billy’s ever seen in his life. They go once more before the run is closed and establish a new tradition together.)
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thewatermelloncat · 4 years
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Summary: A Five sickfic I wrote inspired by @too-many-umbrellas post here and the notes from it, because people have amazing ideas and this story barely scratches the surface.
Author’s Note: I might do a whole story with all the siblings causing chaos like in the original post eventually. 
I also have a bonus story which I will post up later on tomorrow that I’ll link onto this one. (Edit: Linked up top)
Warnings: Swearing
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The weather report said it would be sunny – it lied. Thunder crashes outside as Five staggers back into the living room, the booming sound reflecting his frustration. He looks exhausted as he makes his way back to the couch where he had been seated a minute earlier.
“It’s really kicking your arse isn’t it?” Luther observes.
Five nods minutely, closing his eyes and sniffling miserably into his sleeve.
Taking pity on him Luther tosses him the box of tissues from the coffee table. Surprisingly Five manages to catch it before taking a few and blowing his nose as he sits back onto the couch.
“How far did you go this time?” Klaus asks from up on one of the barstools.
“Upstairs and round the corner a bit” Five tells him, sounding weak and raspy.
“Why didn’t you just jump back?”
“Gee, Klaus. I wish I thought of that” Five’s voice drips in sarcasm before he covers a few hollow coughs behind his fist, wincing slightly afterward.
“How’s your throat?” Five’s pained expression doesn’t pass Luther by.
His seemingly younger brother only shakes his head, both not answering and answering his question at the same time.
“How many times has it been today that you poofed off somewhere?” Klaus chuckles slightly as he spins on the chair, his feet lazily dragging behind him in the air.
“Lost count.”
“Well there was when you got sent to the kitchen. Oh-ho and the one where you teleported into Diego’s room just as he was about to leave for work. That was so funny, scared the living daylights outta him” – Klaus laughs, ticking them off on his fingers before Five cuts him off.
“Klaus, stop… It-it really doesn’t matter” Five sighs pulling the blanket from on the couch around his shoulders and tucking his legs up to his chest, resting his head on his knees. He knew his brother was only having fun but it wasn’t helping his headache any.
Klaus pauses his listing while his brother speaks but decides to scrap his list entirely seeing the pointed look Luther gives him. Pursing his lips, he swings his legs forward propelling himself off the chair then makes his way to sit next to Five.
“This has really got you down hasn’t it, old man?” Klaus teases him.
“I’m fine” Five’s voice already muted and now muffled by his knees, does him no favours in proving his point.
“No, wrong letter” Klaus says, wrapping an arm over his brother and pulling him into his side. “It’s said ‘Five’ not ‘fine.’”
Five immediately pulls out of Klaus’ grip, fixing him with a look which would have been a lot more threatening if he didn’t look like he was half asleep.
“Come on!” Klaus whines. “That was clever.”
Five only just has time to roll his eyes before his turns away into his elbow, “Kihh'tschh!!!” and in a flash of blue he’s gone.
Klaus blinks in bewilderment at the now lonely blanket in a heap on the couch before he immediately turns to Luther. “Bet he went” – his voice is cut off by Five’s unimpressed tone sounding from behind the wall near the doorway.
“Klaus if you’re placing bets, I swear” – Five’s raised voice cuts off, leaving them in silence for a few seconds. “Huh’Tschh!”
Suddenly there is a crackle of energy and a faint blue spark that casts rays of light on the doorframe.
“Fuck!” Five’s curse sounds muffled through the floor boards, having been teleported further away up to the third floor.
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The first few times Five had spontaneously teleported he’d come back looking annoyed, now as he re-enters the living room, he seems completely over it. If anything, he’s glad that neither of his siblings make a joke out of it. Sure, he might find it funny later but not now, exhausted from the long trek down various flights of stairs.
“Come here” Luther interrupts Five’s beeline for the couch, gesturing for him to come over to him.
Five bites back a huff of frustration but obliges, only because he can’t be bothered arguing. Slowly he comes to stand in front of Luther who reaches out a hand to place of his forehead.
None of them need anymore clarification to know that Luther’s hum of disapproval means that Five’s fever is going up. “You dizzy at all?” it wouldn’t surprise Luther if he was with all the teleporting he is doing.
Five shakes his head, one of the few things he is grateful for. “Just tired” he sighs as he sinks back into the couch next to Klaus, who wraps the blanket back over his shoulders.
“You hungry?” Luther asks. “Think we’ve still got leftovers in the fridge.”
Five shakes his head.
“Get some sleep then, yeah?”
Five’s hum of content as he goes to snuggle back into the couch quickly turns into a groan of frustration as he pushes himself back up, rubbing his hand against his nose. “Please God, no” he begs, closing his eyes tightly trying to will the itch away. He just got back for fuck’s sake. But there’s nothing he can do and his chest inhales involuntarily. “Ktt'schh!!” and in a poof of blue sparks he’s gone again.
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As the last of the blue sparks fade into nothing, the steady sound of footsteps echo from around the corner.
“Is Five here? I swear I just heard him” Allison says as she stops in the doorway to the room.
“Sneezed and poofed away” Klaus tells her.
“Where did he go?”
“Dunno” Klaus admits quietly, seeming confused that they haven’t heard Five cursing from somewhere by now.
Allison seems confused as well as she looks around the edge of the upper floors from the base of the staircase, “Five?”
At the lack of response to his sister’s calling, Luther pushes himself out of his chair and walks forward to join her. “Five!” his deeper voice carries further, echoing around the foyer.
“He can’t have gone far, can he?” Klaus asks worriedly, coming to join them.
“Doubt it” Luther shakes his head, “it is been draining him.”
“Do you think he could have passed out?” Allison’s question is answered nonverbally as they all share worried looks before splitting off in different directions.
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The raindrops Five blinks out of his eyes may as well be tears from the amount of resentment he currently feels. Except crying is a waste of time, and it would be pointless to cry over an ability he can’t change. So instead he draws in a deep breath beginning to trudge through the puddles on the footpath, already drenched by the rain.
He’d tried to jump back when he first landed but only succeed in turning the air around him blue, too weak to teleport again. He’d given up after his third try and surrendered to the cold walk home.
There aren’t many people around to judge why a boy is wondering around the street without an umbrella, only a few who run along sheltered by their coats above their heads, ducking under overhangs. He makes it to the next street down before he draws in a breath and ducks into his elbow, “hah’kshhhuu!”
He wishes that it could have teleported him back to the academy, but it only manages to fizzle out blue sparks like a battery dying.
His teeth chatter as he crosses his arms with a shiver, and he forces himself to think of something positive. At least he knows where he is and he’s not too far from the Academy. Still, he wishes his uniform had a hood or he had teleported with the blanket that had been wrapped around him, either way he would have had something to shelter him from the rain.
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Diego’s brow knits in confusion as he walks through the foyer seeing no one around. He’d left them all in the lounge before he left for work, and he’d thought they’d still be there. At least Five who was supposed to spend the day crashed on the couch.
Seeing nothing but a blanket he shrugs before heading for the stairs up to his room. Suddenly he turns around at the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, running up the stairs from the kitchen.
“What’s wrong?” he asks Allison as she looks around frantically.
“We lost Five?” she says, barely sparing him a glance as she moves back into the lounge to have another look around.
“What do you mean you lost him?”
“He sneezed and disappeared!” Klaus calls out from the railing of the second level.
“Have you tried his room?”
“He’s not there!” Luther’s voice echoes from a place where Diego can’t see him before he steps into view behind the railing on the third floor. “I hate to jump to conclusions, but you don’t think he” – he doesn’t need to finish his sentence to get his point across.
A few seconds of silence fall over the siblings as they contemplate whether accidental time travel is even on the cards for him.
Allison is the first person to shake her head. “I doubt it, he wouldn’t have enough energy” she speaks assuredly, but part of her doesn’t know whether it’s denial.
“Is there anywhere you haven’t checked?” Diego asks immediately, not feeling that it’s necessary to dwell on it.
Klaus’ sarcastic comment about how there are over 60 rooms to look around in dies in his throat at the sound of the front door handle turning.
“Oh my God, Five!” Allison all but squeaks as she rushes forward to her brother shutting the door behind him, drenched with rain.
As soon as she’s next to him her hands are all over him, brushing his hair out of his face, checking for fever on his cheeks, then pulling off his soaked blazer after noticing how violently he shivers.
“Where’d you go?” she asks as Klaus steps forward with the blanket in his hands, having raced down the stairs and into the lounge.
“Half a block down the street” Five stutters through shivers before his breath hitches and he raises a hand to his mouth in preparation for a sneeze.
Klaus, having almost touched the blanket to his brother’s shoulders, yelps and jumps back using the blanket as a shield, not wanting to touch him and be hurtled through time and space.
Allison having a completely different reaction, quickly reaches forward placing a hand on his shoulder, hoping that he won’t have the strength to teleport the both of them.
“Heh’tshh!” Five pivots slightly away from her and she feels static run up her arm.
Shaking it out she steps back from Five as he turns back to them.
“I can’t – uhm” he swallows seeming distracted with his eyes unfocused. “I can’t – Ah’Tchhhh - teleport, anymore” he finishes sniffling into his elbow.
Deeming that it is safe to come near him again, Klaus gives him the blanket and the tips of his cold, red fingers turn white as he grips onto it like a lifeline.
“Shower, go” Allison instructs, her voice demanding yet compassionate.
Five nods, and Allison keeps her eyes on him as he walks through the group of his siblings and up the stairs. “Not too hot, all right?”
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Five doesn’t mean to announce his presence back in the lounge by coughing loudly into his elbow, that’s what Klaus would do for attention, but completely against his own character. Either way it couldn’t be helped.
He tries his best to ignore his siblings’ looks of sympathy, particularly Luther’s, as he makes his way to the couch dressed in a pair of Allison’s trackpants and a hoodie. It’s weird to see a guy that big with a face that looks like a kicked puppy. Then again, it’s weird for anyone to see Five out of his standard uniform, let alone with his hands bunched up in the sleeves.
Fighting back the want to shiver, Five sinks into the couch and makes to lie down before Allison stops him.
“Hold up Five” she says, stepping closer to him with a thermometer in hand.
“Do I really have to?” he mumbles, not really seeing the point. He’s had a fever all day and doubts that it would have gone anywhere.
“I just want to check.”
“I just want to sleep.”
“And you can after this” Allison promises him.
“I’m fine” Five groans. “I’m just tired.”
“That would be a lot more convincing if you could speak clearer” Diego jabs at him over the stuffy quality of his voice.
“You’re one to talk” Five bites back, immediately realising his mistake even before Diego falls into silence. That was too mean, even for his standards. “I’m sorry Diego. I-I don’t mean that” he sniffles congestedly into his sleeve, adjusting his position on the couch out of awkwardness. “Just feel horrible.”
“You’re all right, bud” Diego murmurs affectionately, shaking off the last of his hurt expression.
Allison breaks the last of the tension waving the thermometer in the air. “I’m about to start making aeroplane noises.”
“You will not” Five staggers out a response, taking the thermometer out of her hand before she has a chance to shove it in his mouth for him.
As Five goes to slip the thermometer under his tongue Klaus takes his chance at making an aeroplane noise, but quickly cuts off when Five glares at him. Though he can only look so threatening with a pale face, pink nose and cheeks, and a stick of glass protruding from his lips. Still Klaus feels sorry for him and picks up the blanket from the couch and wraps it around him as a peace offering.
His peace offering seems to be overly effective as Five leans into him, resting his head on his shoulder. After taking a second to get over the shock of Five wanting physical contact, Klaus wraps his arm that had slightly flailed in the air around his brother’s shoulders.
Before anyone can make a comment about Five and Klaus showing affection to each other, the front door opens and footsteps head towards the lounge.
Even before they can see her, they hear Vanya’s voice starting to ramble something about one of her violin students, and stopping at the store. When she comes into view, she greets them and they respond in various ways. Klaus feeling Five move underneath his arm, raising a tired hand in a small wave.
“How’re you feeling, Five?” she asks him, her expression falling into sympathy that could rival Luther.
The question doesn’t really need to be answered given how Five has surrendered to physical contact in order to remain upright. He can’t really answer her either with a thermometer in his mouth. So, he tiredly blinks at her, figuring that she will understand.
“We’re not doing too great” Luther answers for him anyway.
“Had a little adventure out in the rain, didn’t we?” Klaus adds squeezing Five closer into his side, making him shift uncomfortably. Whether it was because of the increased contact or the fact that his siblings are speaking about him as if he is a child, Klaus doesn’t have the brains to question it.
“Ah-ha, the glitching” Vanya chuckles lightly as she turns around to place her violin case on the bar.
Diego hops up from his chair and goes over to help her unload the snacks and things that she got from the store, explaining the events in more detail.
At the same time Allison moves back in front of Five to collect the thermometer from him.
After handing it over to her Five releases a few coughs that he had been holding back into his elbow, leaning away from Klaus. In the midst of that activity he misses Allison reading out the verdict and he’s not interested enough to get her to repeat it. Figuring it can’t be too bad or she would have placed her hand back to his forehead or gone back to study the measurement again.
“You can go to sleep now Five” Allison withholds her promise, smiling sadly down at him.
He sighs deeply as he shifts against Klaus who moves so his brother can rest his head on his lap. As they get settled, Allison turns and walks toward the bar to wash the thermometer in the sink. With her back to them she hears Five sniffle slightly before sneezing softly causing Klaus to yelp dramatically.
“’m not going anywhere” she hears Five mumble to him tiredly.
“The blue flash says different!” he accuses.
“We’ll he didn’t go anywhere, did he?” Luther points out so Five doesn’t have to.
“If even if he could go somewhere, there’s no way he could take you with him” Allison tells Klaus as she reaches the sink and turns on the tap.
Her reasoning doesn’t seem to settle Klaus and she looks up from the running water to catch Vanya’s eye, shaking her head and rolling her eyes playfully.
Vanya returns the look, switching up the rolling eyes for a smile before she turns back to the group. “Five, I got some NyQuil from the store if you want any.”
“I don’t think we’ll need it” Klaus says, his voice much quieter than a few seconds ago. Adjusting the blanket over the shoulders of the boy who rests his head on his legs, already asleep.
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kitkat1003 · 3 years
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On the Issue of Mortality
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Chapter 2: Whether weather whether weather, whether you're invulnerable or not!
“Hey, I’ll have you know that I can control my powers now!  The only downside is I’m not invincible anymore, sooo I could die.”
“WHAT?!”
Same, Pigsy.  Same.
Monkey King doesn’t do much, when it comes to his successor.  Not at first.
Sure, he watches the Kid from time to time, just to see what’s going on.  Which isn’t creepy, not at all, it’s just...well, how else is he supposed to check on Kid?  Besides, he’s not watching him 24/7, and he can tell when the Kid is in trouble now, from the flare of power he feels whenever Kid is using the staff or some other ability.
Sometimes, though, there’s no fight.  Like when he lets Mei shoot rockets at him.  Comical as it is, he can tell Kid is letting all this power get to his head.
But hey, why not?  Kid beat DBK, let him have a little fun.  Monkey King isn’t going to knock him for that, not when he did much worse back in his day.  Way worse
Yeah...he really had an arc, didn’t he.
He lets it go until he feels a massive flare, one that definitely isn’t controlled.  He summons nimbus and heads off, and finds Kid in a crater of his own making, looking lost.
Then, Kid tries to shove the whole “stopping the bad guys” thing onto him, and, like, hello??  He gave Kid the staff for a reason.  He’s retired.  Totally, definitely retired.
“Every time I try to do something I just gunk everything up!  Something’s wrong...” There’s something deeper to those words, more vulnerable and hurt than Monkey King is ready for.  He isn’t Kid’s dad.
Wait, does Kid even have a dad?  Is that something he needs to be concerned about?  Whatever, the Kid’s at least eighteen, he’s an adult.  Adults don’t need dads.  Monkey King didn’t need one, just look at him.  He’s the great Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Monkey King.  Who needs parents?
Monkey King gets up, hops on the Kid’s shoulders to get a closer look, as well as groom the kid a little, because his hair is a mess.  Humans have all these advancements with soap and showers and they can’t even get their hair clean.  Clearly, monkeys have it figured out.  Nothing gets someone cleaner than a good grooming.  And hey, he finds a little snack in there!
He uses his golden vision of his for a second as he grooms Kid, and, yup.
There’s the problem.
Making the Kid freak out a little is all for fun, but the root of the issue is something Monkey King didn’t want to have to deal with.  A general lack of martial arts skill is easy, you just teach them the basics and work from there.  What’s wrong with Kid is going to take a lot more work, emotional work, and Monkey King didn’t think he’d have to expend that sort of energy for this.
 The issue, of course, is simple.  Lack of self confidence.
“I have self confidence!”
“Nope.  You’re just loud.” And that’s the thing, Monkey King understands.  He was always loud but he was confident not long after.  Then again, he got his powers gradually.  Poor Kid has them all at once, probably hard to find the confidence for all of that out of nowhere.
Jeez.  Why’d he have to pick the Kid with baggage?
Fake it till you make it is what Kid says, and he wants to scream, because that isn’t how it works.  If it was, then everyone could use the staff.  It takes a specific breed of something that Monkey King knows the Kid has, but isn’t letting out.  Self confidence, at its core, comes from a strong foundation.  If Kid doesn’t have that, then they have to start from scratch, which takes time.
And he’s not that annoyed, he’s willing to wait, but the Kid isn’t.  And, sure, yeah, there’s the thing with Red Son (and holy shit, Red Son?  That brat is still around?  He’s not using the fire, but still) and the Kid’s friends, but they would be fine!  Probably.  He doesn’t think they’re that incompetent.
But the Kid isn’t satisfied with that so he insists, and Monkey King pulls out a card he doesn’t want to play.
Control over your powers for the price of invincibility.  Seriously, if it were him, he’d never. He likes living, thanks.  But then again, this Kid is apparently loyal to a fault, because not two seconds after he gives out the idea the Kid is taking it.
And he’s confident, when he seals away the Kid’s powers, but inside he’s terrified.
Suddenly, this Kid can get hurt, can die.  This Kid could get hit by a car or smashed by a demon or fall to a host of any other preventable death scenarios because he’s vulnerable now.
And the thing is, Kid doesn’t seem to care?  As if the idea of facing unknown horrors with the added bonus of being able to die is just a regular Tuesday, nothing to worry about.  Which, that is so, so weird, and startling and Monkey King is a little proud that he picked a student so selfless, so willing to face mortality for the sake of keeping others safe.
But is it even selflessness or a lack of self worth?  A lack of self confidence is bad enough, but he doesn’t even know if Kid thinks he’s got value and that’s far more concerning to him than it ought to be.
He’s also got a lot of anxiety now, because he has to watch this Kid, to make sure he doesn’t die randomly.  Great.
He flies the Kid to the weather tower, because time is of the essence, and he watches.  Every wrong step the Kid takes, he tenses.  Every slip up, as Bull Clones go flying and chase after him, as Red Son rushes him—Sun Wukong clenches his fists and physically stops himself from jumping in.  He’s retired.  Kid’s gotta learn to clean up his own messes.
Kid is actually pretty good at using the staff to block blows.  Offensive fighting with it is slow going, though, and Monkey King files that away for plans of future training.  He watches the Kid run towards the control panel and the Bull Clones close in, and, for a split second, he feels a little flare.
Golden vision.  It flickers in the Kid’s eyes and he doesn’t know what the Kid sees, but Monkey King is sure it’s enough.
Or maybe not, as the Kid gets dog piled on by Bull Clones, Red Son jumping on top of the pile.
Monkey King holds his breath, wondering if he should step in—because he knows Kid needs to learn but what’s the point of learning if you die in the process—and then.
Then.
He lets out a sigh of relief and heads out as lightning strikes the staff, watching the Kid duck behind the control panel to avoid the shock, the explosion.  Smart.  He always used brute force.  Good to know Kid has a head on those shoulders that have more use than just a battering ram.
He vanishes into the horizon as the skies clear, back to Flowering Fruit Mountain.  Once there, he takes a deep breath, eats a few peaches.  Lays back on his cloud and grooms a monkey or two to try and destress.
It doesn’t work.  Dammit.  His successor is mortal and vulnerable.  This is going to add, like, 5 times the effort he thought he would have to put into training this kid.  He has to be careful.  He has to be cautious.  He can’t just throw things at the kid and expect him to be fine.
Okay.  This is fine.  Is it?  Maybe.  Probably not.
Because if the Kid is going to really take up his mantle, he��s going to have to deal with the enemies that come with it.  Which means dangerous demons, creatures Monkey King doesn’t dare name, all sorts of dangers that can easily kill someone, if that someone isn’t invulnerable.
He has to give the Kid space, can’t smother him, doesn’t want to.  But how is he supposed to breathe easy when his successor can die any time?
Clones, maybe?  But those always come back to mess with him if he keeps them around for too long.  And he’s an easily bored guy, his clones need action.  He doesn’t think babysitting will make them happy.
Ugh, he needs a nap.  If he can even find it in himself to sleep, with all these thoughts and questions.
He’ll figure it out.  He always does, in the end.
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voltagesmutter · 3 years
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Mammon x Shove
Pairing: Mammon x Shove (F).
Fandom: Obey Me. Description: Shove enters the club, only she never expected to leave with a devilishly handsome, white-haired male.
Warning: Clubbing atmosphere, OC and Mammon first meeting, drinking/alcohol, lusting, reference to smoking, fingering, male oral, rough sex, spanking, hair-pulling, dirty talk, slight degrading talk, unprotected sex, demon sex, mammon with a tail. Dedicated to the most wonderful @theshove​​
“So your place or mine,” The question sent a buzz of electricity down her spine. Sharp teeth catching the cusp of her earlobe before releasing it after a pinch, the soothing of his tongue lapping over it and tracing the shell of her ear before pulling back. 
I’m not one to do this, she told herself. But who was she to resist him. How could she resist him? Turning away the glow of his tanned skin where white hair illuminated by the moonlight highlighted his devilishly handsome features. To reject the six- no wait was that an eight pack? pressing up against her. Her handsome stranger bound only in black leather pants which hung dangerously loosely off his waist, the chiselled lines of his v lines, running down from his torso, giving a teasing peak to the beast that was packed beneath leather. Shirtless with an open leather jacket with only a gold chain around his chest connected to two golden nipple rings, with a smug grin on his face.
She’d felt his gaze on her all night, everywhere she went a pair of golden orbs tinted with blue followed her. A smirk shared across the room as they danced separately with their groups, her with her girls and him with a stray array of men. Brothers perhaps? The boy continuing to catch her eye was far from the smallest, but also far from the tallest, but definitely the most handsome. 
As the night went on, so did their lusting gazes, turning from playful stares into teasing actions. He started first, throwing a wink to her as he lets his hip roll and sway to the beat of the music. Her response was rolling her hips back, playfully grinding against one of her girlfriends, seduction held in each tight roll. Their game continued as the heat of the room rose, the thumping of the music pounding in their ears and electricity between their heated gazes shook them to both to the core. Her last move broke the boy, a friend buying her a drink which had a lollipop attached to the rim. Keeping eye contact, he watched the flesh of her tongue swirl around the sticky candy before puckered lips pulled it into the cavern of her wet mouth. He would have given anything, all the grimm in the world, even his own brothers, just to be that damned sweet.
Her beauty struck stranger finally made the first move, striding towards her with his hands in his pockets, a walk of confidence - which was true, most men wanted to be him and most women wanted to be with him. But he only had eyes for the woman he’d be focused on all night. 
“Seen ya standing there all alone, thought I’d come and stand with ya. No need to thank me, not like a like ya or nothin,” A raise of his eyebrow as he came close to her. Her friends had already left, leaving her standing alone. But she had no intention of leaving, not just yet. “Maybe I can get ya a drink whilst ya wait for ya friends,”.
“They left, it’s just me now.. but a drink sounds pretty good, will your friends be okay?” She asked but the glance over his shoulder to see the group he was with dancing and laughing, she was sure they hadn’t even noticed he’d left.
“Nah, they’re good,”.
She beamed brightly at the man beside her, letting him lead her away to the bar outside. It was less crowded there, giving them a better chance to talk without more strangers getting in the way and barging into them. He ordered a whisky on the rocks for himself, letting her pick whatever she wanted off the menu whilst flashing his golden card, a wink and click of his tongue said everything he needed too.
“You know what will look between them lips,” Holding out a straw as he placed it into her drink, guiding her to an empty table behind the bar. The outside was silent apart from them two.
“Hmm, the straw?” Bringing the round plastic to her mouth, pouting purposefully as she drew up the liquid of her cocktail.
“My cock,” He grinned, flashing the white of his teeth as his eyebrows rose and down a few times. If he wasn’t so damn sexy when he said it, Shove would have laughed, but the way he came off so calm, cool, collected and just intensely alluring. Normally if a guy said that she would have told him to stick it, throwing her drink and turning on her heel. But him. There was something about him, he didn’t seem like a misogynistic jerk, that even though on the outside there was this hard shell just oozing with sex there something deeper, mysterious and intriguing about him. And she was lusting to find out what it was. 
“Maybe, just maybe,” Leaning in, placing her drink on the table, her lips only a few inches away from hers. Bringing an index finger to run across his lower lip, collecting the small drops of liquor that lingered before bringing it to her lips and sucking her finger clean in a low, suggestive way. Pulling the finger away with a lewd, wet pop and slapping her lips together in a ‘o’. His eyes focused, a deep growl coming from his throat, mesmerised by her actions. 
How long they sat outside was unknown, an almost spell cast upon them as they conversed. Him introducing himself as ‘The Great Mammon’. 
“I’m a demon, ya know,” He teased. An eye roll was how she responded, “Yeah, yeah, a beast in bed”, playing off his words for a simple pick up line.
If only she knew the truth…
The tension grew, lingering thick between them until finally, simmering like an over boiled pot that had reached boiling point. It snapped. Mammon’s mouth on hers, her fingers buried in his hair to pull him closer as he pushed up her against the stone wall behind them. Slow kisses rising with passion, lips parting in opened mouth movements as time passed by without care as their tongues twisted against each other. Never had anyone kissed her with such need, such darkness, such rawity. The taste of whisky mixed with tobacco was strong in her mouth, previous smokes he’d had throughout the night leaving a devilishly addictive taste in her mouth.
A palm held flat on her waist whilst the other reached to grab her knee, hoisting up her leg to hold it against his waist, allowing him to close the space between them. A subtle grind to the faint rhythm from inside, neither caring where they were as they lost themselves in each other. 
“Mammon” Unable to stop the moan, leaving her as his mouth pressed to her jaw, moving to the crook of her neck.
He went to respond, a buck of his hips against her sent a gasping, slightly jaw slacked to feel a bulge- a pretty monstrous bulge rutting against her. But another voice spoke first.
“Mammon?” A deep voice called out, followed by several whispers. The group he attended with, looking outside for him. Luckily the bar they were behind kept them from view. “I can sense you're out here, we’re departing in five”. 
“Damn it Lucifer,” Mammon growled, a shiver dancing across her spine to feel a fang running across the pulse of her neck, “Fuckin cockblock,”. 
“I- You don’t… I mean you don’t have to go just yet do you?” She questioned, biting her bottom lip as her hands fell down to toy with the bottom of his jacket. The need was clear between them, that this was something they both wanted. And she’d be damned to let this opportunity be wasted. 
It was decided to go back to hers, Shove feeling uncomfortable at the thought of going home with several strangers. At least going back to hers, there would be only Mammon and her. And the bonus of if things went south, she was home and safe, no travelling across the city alone at night. 
The ride home was little more than a blur of reality, the flashing lights of the city rushing by as lips found each other the whole way back. Hands groped, moans murmured into mouths and an eye roll from the Uber as he grunted, turning up the radio to drown out their sounds. Both drunk off alcohol and their chemistry for each other. 
A cough pulled them apart, Mammon throwing a ten, maybe a hundred at the driver- he didn’t know and he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get inside of her with her.
Her front door had barely shut when he pressed up against it, hands flat behind side her head, caging her in. Hunger, lust, almost demonic in his eyes as his tongue steadily licked over his lip. 
“Are ya sure you want this?” Leaning in close, but refusing to touch her until he had full consent. 
“God yes,” Catching him off guard with a kiss to his lips, letting her tongue mimic where his own had just licked. He needed nothing more to spur him on, holding her waist as he hoisted her up into the air, standing between legs around his waist as he pushed her further into the wall. 
Teeth harshly nipped down her neck, leaving a trail of red and purple- a visible reminder for weeks to come of her night with him. A deep hum of approval as a large palm pushed up the short material of her skirt, skin pressing against skin until he met the apex of her thighs followed by a swipe of a long digit against the silk of her underwear. 
“Ya already wet baby,” Pulling back with a smirk, the same finger dancing over the material to feel the pool of wetness against her core.
“And your already hard” A raise of her eyebrows and a small roll of her hips to press against the confidents already straining against his pants causing a low groan to fall from him. 
“How attached to these are you?” Moving back up the silk to hold the small waistband of her underwear to curl them over his fingers.
“Not very why-“ Her response cut short, the rip of fabric making her eyes widen. Silk now curled up in a ball in a fist, stuffed quickly into his pocket. Exposing the heated flesh between her thighs. “Fuck ya smell so good,” He groaned with a deep inhale, pupils blown wide to see the glistening of her cunt on full display from her legs spread open around him. “Just wanna fuck ya now,” His hips rutting against her, wetness that seeped from her now leaving a trail against the leather of his trousers. 
“Do it!” She mewled with a gasp, a thick digit prodding against her entrance to coax itself in her arousal before running up the silk of her folders to circle tightly over her clit. 
“Gotta prepare you first baby,” He tutted with a wink, moving back to his artwork of love bites and placing more upon her skin. His free hand worked quickly to tug down the front of her dress, discarding her bra in the same manner of her panties making her wetter by the second. Small hands fisted to the back of his white hair, tugging at the frustration of his fingers teasing her and just as she was about to beg. Two wide fingers pushed into her sopping core- a delightful stretch at that her eyes roll automatically to the back of her head and a low draw of moan filled the room. His fingers worked quickly inside her, the feeling of his mouth of her breasts heat throughout her body and spread quickly into a tight pool across her stomach. Unable to stop the noises from her mouth as her back arched her breasts further into his greedy mouth, any thought of neighbours or people passing by outside was wiped from her mind- all she could do right now was focus on the beast of a man bringing her to the highest depths of pleasure with his fingers alone. 
“M-mammon!” Hips bucking against his touch as the palm of his hand pressed against her clit. A raspy chuckle pulled him away from her, shiny white teeth tugging the pert of her nipple before releasing it with a wet pop. The clench of her walls over his fingers was enough to portray the words she couldn’t find.
"What's this... Already there?" Mammon mocked, a grin on his lips full of confidence and all too smug, "I can feel how you're clenching around me... Such a dirty girl.” Only spurring on her arousal further. A third finger added and the harsher grind of his palm was all she needed to push her over the edge. Her moans muffled by his mouth over hers. And she slowly came back down from her high, in  the dim glow of the room, her eyes slowly fluttering open to see the reflection in the mirror on the wall facing her. Her lipstick smudged and hair askew, dress pulled down and bunched up around her waist, fingertips grasping at crystal white hair, marks trailing down her neck and over the wet trail of her breasts and was when she saw it. Two thin spiked horns a top of his crown, jet black wings like a bat laced with white detail, glowing white tribal marks upon his tanned skin and a long tail in the same shape of the horns tipped with a thin curve at the end. He really was a demon. The sight alone was enough to make her pussy clench once over his fingers, a deep groan followed by a smirk came from Mammon knowing his transformation was just as arousing to her as it was him.
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“That’s it baby, put them pretty lips to work,” Glowing eyes staring down with a smug grin. The wet suck of her mouth over his inhuman sized cock was drowned out by the growl that filled the room. The only article of clothing remaining on the two of them was his golden nipple chain, everything else tossed across the house as they stumbled to reach her bedroom. “Yeah, that’s it. Such a good human,”. His hands framing her hair off her head, bunching it into a ponytail before wrapping it around his wrist. Guiding her movements until he bottomed out and began thrusting into her mouth. Reviling in the way she choked and gagged around him. The constriction of her throat each time he pushed further, eyes ablaze to watch the sight of her so weak and desperate on her knees with his cock shoved deep down her throat. “Shit ya give the best damn head,” His head thrown back, the fistful full of hair tightened as he thrusted harsh against her, sending his cock harshly down her throat leaving her slightly lightheaded as her hands gripped tightly to the side of his thighs to keep her upright. 
“Tongue out,” He commanded, slightly breathless, tugging her sharply off of him with the hair in her hair. His other hand wrapping around himself and with a few quick tugs, hot white spurted across her tongue, lips and jaw. Marking her in thick trails of his seed, abstract lines painting her skin in a resemblance of the markings of his own skin. 
Watching her whilst her tongue poked out to swipe over her lips, her fingers collecting his plentiful release to pop them into her mouth and sucking them clean before open her mouth wide. A silent gesture of more. A gesture that made his cock instantly re-harden.
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She begged. Oh how she begged. And how Mammon felt powerful for the tiny human begging so needingful to be fucked by him. For his fat cock to stretch her, to pound her, to fill her with everything he had. -And that was what he did.
“What do you want baby?” Stroking his cock in his hand, saliva dribbling down her chin as she looked up. With her eyes heavily lidded, her cheeks flushed, she already looked ruined. And with her eyes dead set in a gaze on his, “I want you to fuck me, fuck me raw Mammon.. make me yours”. 
“Did I say you could cum?” His question was followed by a sharp slap, the palm of his hand coming down onto her rear. A blow that made her fingers curl, digging into her palms, her moans vibrating against the pillow in a muffled attempt to keep quiet. - A failed attempt to say the least. “Well did I?” His hand coming down again, her back arching to press her hips tighter against him, sending him deeper inside her. 
“N-no,” She whimpered, her body riding down her another high, losing count of how many times Mammon had brought her to climax. 
“Such a filthy slut,” Hissing at the way she tightened from sensitivity. He had her on her hands knees, taking her from behind with her chest and face pressed down against the mattress, her hands resting on her lower back and pinned down by one of his large palms. His pace was punishing, his thrusts so powerful the headboard creaked and left marks of where it shunted against the wall. Bodies slick with arousal and sweat, her thighs were drenched with her previous releases, the squelch of wetness filling the room every time he pulled back to be followed the strong slap of skin when he thrusted back in. Harder and deeper each time. 
“Fuckin’ look at this perfect little pussy, so wet and tight,” Palm soothing over the reddened skin of her behind before leaning of her sloped down spine, keeping his hand to fist her hair again and pull her up by it. His teeth catching on her ear, witnessing the tears rolling down her cheeks, the face of someone who had been fucked to the point they could no longer form words. “And it’s all mine,”. His words and actions being her to yet another release. The back of her thighs aching as they trembled, quick breathes in gasping moans fell from her mouth as it hung open in a ‘o’, eyes screwed tightly shut letting the intense fire in the pool of her stomach drop. Spreading bliss across every nerve in her body, muscles inside and out spasming, her cunt clenching and her hips bucking as she came. Pressure released from her, squirting was never something she had done before but as Mammon continued to drill her like it was his last day on earth, it happened. Essence spreading all down the front of his thighs, his lower stomach soaked as he saw red. The epitome of pride swelling inside him, all of his winnings in his lifetime compared to nothing at this moment, how she was screaming his name into the sheets whilst her body rocked violently against his. 
“Shh,” He cooed softly, “Yeah that’s it baby, let go. Let everyone know just how good the great mammon is fucking ya,”. His grip on her wrists tightened, piercing the skin slightly causing her to tighten ever more from the pleasurable pain.
As he chased his own release, he pulled out, flipping her over whilst she panted down her high. Too dazed to realise the position change until she felt her body being bent in half. Her legs thrown over his shoulders as he pressed down to kiss her, his lips hit against her as he pounded her into the mattress. Hands gripping her ankles to keep her legs spread wide 
Tears pooled as her head rolled to the side, tongue lolling out slightly as her body shook. Her body overly sensitive, letting the strong waves of pleasure wreck through her. Her throat sore from the screams of her moans, the only noise leaving her now was choked gasps and incoherence pleas of his name. Mammon had fucked her until his name was the only thing she could think, fucked her until he was the only thing could imagine and fucked her until he was the only thing she could feel for days to come.
And as his climax came, he pulled out. Kneeling up, fingers curled around one ankle as the other wrapped around his cock, jerking quickly as he came intensely over her stomach. His wings shuddered along with his body, creating a strong breeze in the air as they pulsed quickly. His tail which had been toying with her clit for the most of the night wrapped quickly around one of her thighs, squeezing as he came undone. Marking her skin once more with his release, searing hot-white shooting across her torso and coating her. The groan that left him made the bed rock, his brothers now back in Devildom would have been able to hear his growl if they listened closely enough. As his movements came to a slow stop, the grip on her ankle slowly loosing, he leaned back down to kiss her softly. The tenderness of the kiss made them both relax into each other, her arms wrapping around his shoulder to pull him closer to her. Her fingers brushing gently downwards to tease and finally feel the leather-like skin of his wings causing a low, drawn out groan against her lips. Legs falling to the side of his body as he rested his weight atop of her, roughness now replaced with passion. 
“I hope your not worn out just yet…” He whispered, pulling back just enough to gaze down on her. Fanning the hair stuck to her forehead away. His newly forming erection pressed against her thigh and a sense of need taking back over them. 
Only this time it wouldn’t be mindlessly fucking, it would be time-slowing movements, savouring the touch of each other. Lasting from the early hours of the morning until the sun rose and their bodies had reached their limit. The Great Mammon showing the tiny human, the true power of a demon.
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bnhaclaimedmysoul · 4 years
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how would midoriya, bakugou and todoroki react to a tough s/o bringing their little sibling to school?
an anon requested: Hello! Can I request a s/o who is tough and strong all the time and totally acts like a delinquent but when they bring their little sibling to school one day they act like a soft mom and everyone is surprised? Can you do it so s/o is kinds like the parent to their sibling since their real parents are never there. Can you do it with the main three if possible? Thank you and have a nice day/night!
characters: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki & todoroki shouto
genre: fluff
note: helloooo, i’m sorry i’ve been m.i.a. the past week, i’ve been stuck with a week long school activity but !!! can i just say that this request is cute as shit?? and it’s wholesome, so thank you for requesting this, anon! hope you enjoy this bit ♡
–– medusa. 
midoriya izuku
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- first of all, it’s a wonder how he managed to get a tough cookie like you
- people are still shocked by the fact that you two are together
- both of your personas seem to clash, but really, it’s all cute
- midoriya isn’t too fazed by your brash actions and way of speech given that he’s dealt with bakugou most of his life
- but that doesn’t exactly stop his awe whenever you act all tough
- this pure boy is so starry eyed around you
- who wouldn’t fall for his adorable demeanor? not even you could resist him
- once you two are in a later stage of dating, he makes an effort to get to know you a lot better
- you two may be together, but he wants to get to know you in a deeper sense
- like what’s behind the brash front that you hold? there must be a softer side to you!
- and this, he finds out in the best way possible
- midoriya knows your family situation, understanding this quite well given that his father wasn’t around
- he also knows of how you have a younger sibling
- but what he didn’t know was how you acted towards your younger sibling
- it all starts with how you stepped into the room during lunchtime, looking all smug with an aura that steals everyone else’s attention
- only it wasn’t just you that had stolen everyone’s attention
- it was the much smaller being that hid behind your leg, shy at the sudden attention
- his jaw nearly drops because?? who on earth?
- then it hits him
- this is the little sibling you mentioned?
- if that wasn’t enough, his shock increases tenfold once you reveal the lunch you had accidentally brought for the much smaller entity by your side, kneeling down to offer the box before patting your sibling’s head
- the scene set before his eyes reaches his heartstrings
- who knew you could be so soft?
- he makes his way over to greet you and your younger sibling, who beams up at him
- even outs how they know him from the sports festival along with the stories you would tell about him
- cue a flustered midoriya because you talk about him??
- you shush your sibling for outing you, sauntering the little rascal off with the lunch you provided
- he doesn’t allow this, of course, instead offering your sibling to join the both of you to take lunch
- midoriya’s good with kids
- takes this as a chance to get to know more about your family and how you really are at home
- instantly gets along with your sibling, immediately earning the big brother title
- his heart ACHES
- if that isn’t enough, your sibling develops the habit of clinging onto his arm to trace the scars littered there, which is a habit you have
- again, his heart ACHES
- it’s honestly so heartwarming to see your tiny sunshine getting along with your other beam of sunshine
- he makes a mental note to visit your place more often to bond with your sibling
- maybe even lighten the heavy load of work you have to do back at home
bakugou katsuki
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- a hothead and a baddie, oh boy
- you two are such a badass pair, practically untouchable from how strong the both of your personalities are
- but what can he do? he’s a sucker for feisty ones
- never pictured you as an extra, instead saw you as some challenge with the way you never took crap from anyone
- which lead to an attraction he would deny whenever the squad would point out the stares directed to your place
- you couldn’t resist it either, he was a whole catch
- difficult at times, but his passion was irresistible
- but anyways, your relationship isn’t all about bickering and challenges, he has a soft side behind doors
- all about tangled limbs beneath the sheets after a long day
- like midoriya, he knows all about your family state and vice versa
- doesn’t comment much on it, instead tries to focus your energy on someplace else instead of a dreary matter
- but the act of avoiding the matter doesn’t last very long once he’s faced with the munchkin running to your side a little after the final bell rings
- is all like ‘what the fuck is that’
- his eyes widen once you pat the kid’s head, raising the tiny frame up into an embrace
- he’s in shock, eyes widened at the scene before him
- was that really his significant other?
- not that he was complaining though, you looked ethereal holding so much affection within your eyes
- turns away after awhile, clearing his throat and complaining about how it was to early to be so soft
- his cheeks are flushed to a faint tint of pink
- your younger sibling is all scared at first though because look at that intimidating ass face because not even kids are safe from his glares
- warms up to him eventually due to his attempts at acting softer
- by softer, that means less yelling and more forced smiles
- kinda works as he’s soon recognized to be your little sibling’s future, big brother
- the idea sends a darker shade of scarlet to his face
- kind of likes the idea though
- the event leads to more hangouts at your place, which usually ends in your little sibling snatching your boyfriend
- pretends to be bothered, but you’ve caught the slightest tugs located by the tips of lips
- it’s all tough love, but he really does the trick at carrying the weight of playing caretaker
- playing scary, big brother is a whole bonus for both of your futures
todoroki shouto
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- one of the few things that led todoroki to catching feelings for you would be how outspoken you are
- you didn’t give a damn if your words hurt, just as long as you got them out
- you were unapologetic and todoroki was drawn to the trait
- he, too, was quite blunt with words after all
- getting to you wasn’t much of a problem given that he had his share of experiences with strong personalities on the daily
- his coolheaded persona matched well with your fiery one, sometimes even cooling your side down whenever situations would be too much
- he knew the face behind your feisty front, of course
- he could see right through you
- even if you put up a sturdy front, he could almost feel the amount of care you hid behind your words and actions
- witnessed this firsthand during the first meeting he had with your little sibling
- he’s heard bits about your little sibling and even tinier bits of your family background
- he wasn’t one to pry, but based from what he’s heard, your parents weren’t around much either, which was something the both of you had in common
- back to the first encounter, he had been waiting for you to finish packing up from the outside of the classroom, only you were taking your sweet time doing so
- what was taking you so long?
- todoroki finally pushes himself off of the wall he was leaning against, peering into the room only to find you tending to your bag while a tiny frame was propped up your desk
- now how did that get there? 
- he stares for awhile, noticing the slight resemblance between you two before realizing that this was, in fact, the sibling you’ve been speaking of
- doesn’t stare for long once your sibling points him out, causing you to turn and apologize for taking so long since your sibling had decided to surprise you with a visit
- he didn’t mind the surprise, but it did make a whole difference to the date he planned out for the both of you after school
- not that he minded, he wants to know more of you– the real you
- settles for treating both you and your sibling out for parfaits
- it’s the day your sibling finds out about credit cards
- yes, todoroki uses endeavor’s credit card to spoil the both of you
- it’s also the day your sibling starts pestering you to get one
- you only pat your sibling’s head, joking that it was todoroki’s job to spoil them from now on
- boy takes it seriously though
- not that he minded spoiling an extra person
- seeing you all motherly towards your sibling sends butterflies around his gut, hopelessly swirling at the melted contents of his parfait
- he would definitely put a ring on that
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besanii · 4 years
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Hadestown wangxian au? Because really, what's more romantic than taking your stringed instrument and going to rescue your maybe(?)dead lover from the stygian underworld??? Also, double bonus points 'cause 1) gotta rescue wwx from a realm guarded by a three-headed dog! 2) eurydice's name means "she whose justice extends widely" iirc, which is a pretty wwx vibe.
Hi nonny! Not familiar with Hadestown, but I do know the original myth, so if you don’t mind I’m going to base it loosely on that (and add a bit of Chinese mythology to it too) :) 
The Gusu Lan sect cultivates through music, channeling their spiritual energy through their instruments to resonate with their surroundings. Through this, they can direct the energy outwards to manipulate the world around them, or direct it inward to a person’s soul, to soothe or to harm.
They can also communicate with the dead.
Lan Wangji has played Inquiry thousands of times. It is the first language one learns when cultivating through music and the most widely used. There are ways to pinpoint certain spirits to ask a question, ways to hold them there until they respond, ways to force them to answer, ways to prevent them from lying. The effectiveness of the language depends on one’s skill. And Lan Wangji is a master.
And yet Wei Wuxian does not answer.
He plays Inquiry until his fingers bleed, until the calluses on his fingers crack and tear under the silk strings. He pours all of his spiritual power into each note, calling for Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying—and when that yields no results, he plays the question: Where is Wei Ying?
He draws spirits from far and wide, each clamouring for his attention, offering up stories and rumours and hearsay: Yiling-laozu is wandering the Burial Mounds, the Nightless City, Lotus Pier, Yiling. He follows each one to every corner of the land and sends out the call.
Wei Wuxian does not answer.
Some say Wei Wuxian flew too close to the sun and burned for it.
Others say Wei Wuxian tried to play god with the lives of others and was punished.
They call him a monster, a heretic.
They say he deserved his end, torn apart by the very monsters he created until nothing of him remained but stories.
Good riddance.
He’ll be dragged into the depths of the Underworld and punished for all eternity for his sins.
No one will mourn him.
But they are wrong.
Wei Wuxian had been a boy who loved freely, who had been quick to smile and quick to anger, who had sought nothing more than justice and peace for those who couldn’t protect themselves. He had been clever, too clever, too quick-witted, full of new ideas and thirst for knowledge.
And Lan Wangji mourns.
One day, after years and years of searching, the spirits take pity on him.
There is a way, they tell him, to the Underworld.
If Wei Wuxian is dead, he will be there.
He doesn’t hesitate.
Where do I go?
The spirits flicker and dance across the strings.
We’ll show you.
-
In his travels, Lan Wangji has heard of the Underworld in many forms.
He hears stories of the Eighteen Levels, of Yanluo Wang and the gruesome tortures awaiting damned souls as punishment for their sins. Then there are stories of the Ten Courts through which dead souls pass, one at a time, until they are reincarnated back into the world of the living. There are other stories, of rivers made of the souls of the dead, of ferocious beasts and ghostly guards, and of jealous gods.
“Wangji, this is madness,” Lan Qiren says angrily, when he tells them of his plan. “I forbid it.”
“This is very dangerous,” Lan Xichen agrees. “Please reconsider, Wangji.”
There is understanding in his eyes, a sad resignation that sends a sharp knife through Lan Wangji’s heart. They love him and fear for him and believe his judgement to be clouded by blind devotion. But they do not know Wei Wuxian like he does. They do not understand how his entire being, his very soul calls out to Wei Wuxian—to that beautiful boy bathed in moonlight on the rooftops of the Cloud Recesses he’d failed to save.
So he leaves, Bichen in hand, Wangji strapped across his back, following the spirits down into the chasm between the world of the living and the beyond.
-
They take him to the river, where a ghostly figure shrouded in black waits at the shore. One of the spirits hovers by his shoulder, whispering in his ear.
That is the Ferryman. He will take you across if you pay him.
He produces a silver coin and the Ferryman takes it; when their hands brush, a bone-deep chill runs up the length of Lan Wangji’s arm. He is careful not to come into contact with him again as he moves past him onto the boat. The spirits hover by the river bank.
We cannot come with you, they say. We cannot pay the fare. You must go alone.
“Thank you,” he says, and means it.
They dance about like fireflies in the darkness, glowing brighter and warmer than before as he bows to them.
Please take care of him.
Please take care of Wei-gongzi.
Tell him thank you. For everything.
And sorry, for not being able to help.
Lan Wangji bows again, deeper this time, his heart heavy.
“I will do my best to bring him home,” he says.
-
A three-headed dog snaps and snarls at them as they pass through the Gates. The Ferryman does not acknowledge it, even as they get close enough that its putrid breath makes Lan Wangji’s stomach turn. His fingers clench about Bichen when the Hound’s beady eyes find him, the lone living soul shining warm and bright in the darkness. It roars; the sound churns the river and rattles Lan Wangji to the bone.
He glances at the Ferryman, who continues along, unfazed. 
The Hound is a guard. It is only doing its duty.
He sets aside Bichen and instead unwraps Wangji, laying it across his lap on the boat. The first note of Rest rings out through the darkness; the Hound goes quiet, its barks subsiding into heavy breaths as Lan Wangji continues to play. The song settles over them like a heavy blanket and he pours his spiritual energy into each note until the Hound’s eyes drift closed.
The Ferryman takes them onwards.
-
The passage of time slowly starts losing its meaning the further they travel. The Ferryman continues silently, steadily, a timeless, ghostly spectre.
Lan Wangji realises the waters around them are not empty, as he had first believed, when slimy hands start grasping at the edges of the boat, rocking it back and forth as if to dislodge its cargo. He catches a glimpse of pale, translucent faces floating just beneath the surface, twisted in agony, anger, fear.
He keeps playing feverishly to ward away the chill of death creeping over his skin and the fear clawing up from inside his throat. He plays until his fingers crack and bleed, new wounds spilling over old, staining silk strings and dark lacquer. He pours everything he has into playing Rest, to soothe the anger and resentment that chokes the river.
He doesn’t dare play Inquiry.
-
By the time they reach the shore, his fingers are curled in on themselves, his joints stiff and aching and covered in blood. His lips are dry and cracked from dehydration, his tongue like sand, and each breath crackles in his lungs like tongues of fire.
The Ferryman makes no move to help as he forces himself to stand, every part of his body screaming in protest. He draws upon years and years of discipline to keep himself upright, to move one foot in front of the other until he feels solid rock beneath his feet. Only then does he crumble.
He lays on the cold, rocky shore, Bichen by his side, Wangji just within reach, as he watches the Ferryman glide away. Darkness clouds his vision in flickering patches. He is so tired.
Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan! Where are you?
He reaches for Wangji.
Wei Ying. I’m here.
He closes his eyes.
-
Fingers card through his hair, teasing out knots and soothing the ache away with gentle motions. He is dimly aware that his head is pillowed on something soft; the soul-crushing weariness is gone, replaced instead by a tingling warmth that rushes through his veins and fills his lungs. The air is filled with the scent of flowers.
“You shouldn’t be here,” a familiar voice says. “You shouldn’t have come.”
His heart leaps into his throat. He knows this voice. 
A rush of longing so intense floods his senses, burning behind his closed eyelids, trickling down his throat, twisting and churning in his stomach. He gasps, chokes on the sob that wrenches from his throat and his fingers scrabble at the ground, trying to push himself into a sitting position, to see—
A hand covers his eyes and holds him in place.
“Don’t.” He lays back down. “You mustn’t open your eyes.”
“Wei Ying,” he says, his voice hoarse and raspy from disuse. “Is that you?”
Wei Wuxian chuckles. “Yes, it’s me Lan Zhan. You stupid, stubborn fool.”
Lan Wangji raises his hand, grasping blindly at the air until another hand intercepts it. He clutches it like a lifeline, running his thumb over each knuckle, each finger, over the familiar calluses honed by years of training; he presses it to his mouth reverently. 
“Wei Ying.” His name falls like a litany from his lips. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop. “Wei Ying. Wei Ying. Wei Ying.”
“I’m here,” Wei Wuxian assures him. A thumb brushes over his cheek. “I’m here, Lan Zhan.”
“I lost you,” Lan Wangji says. The words are thick in his throat. “I couldn’t…couldn’t protect you. And then you were gone.”
“I know.” 
“I looked everywhere for you.”
“I know.”
“You never answered.”
“I couldn’t.” Wei Wuxian exhales shakily. “I’m sorry.”
Lan Wangji clutches at his arm. 
“Come back,” he says, pleading. “Come back with me. Please.”
How many times has he asked, when Wei Wuxian was still alive? How many times has he made this plea in his heart, when Wei Wuxian was gone? He’s lost count over the years. And each time, even in his dreams, he is rebuffed; each time, he wakes up alone. He doesn’t know if he’ll survive another.
“You’re one persistent fool,” Wei Wuxian says. His laughter sounds like a sob. “How can I say no to you now, when you’ve come all this way?”
-
“There are rules,” Wei Wuxian explains as he helps Lan Wangji to his feet. “Conditions.”
He must not touch Wei Wuxian.
He must not speak to him.
He must not look back.
“What happens if I do?” he asks, staring determinedly at the approaching Ferryman. 
Wei Wuxian chuckles, but there is little humour in his voice.
“Just don’t do it,” he says. “You’re good at obeying the rules. No touching, no talking, no looking. Not until we’ve both reached the surface.”
Lan Wangji smiles despite himself.
-
It’s harder than he’d expected.
Not the journey, not this time. The knowledge that Wei Wuxian is sitting behind him in the boat, just out of reach, is enough to lift his spirits. But in turn, the temptation to turn around, to talk, to touch him, just to make sure he’s still there, is a visceral ache he feels in his soul. 
What if, somewhere along the way, he loses him again?
What if the gods decide they’d made a mistake and take him away again?
What if this was a lie, to get him to return to the world of the living? 
He clenches his fist, twists it in the fabric of his robes, closes his eyes. He is one of the Twin Jades of Gusu Lan, renowned for his discipline, his determination, his unwavering faith. And he has nothing if not complete faith in Wei Wuxian.
So he sits, and waits.
-
The spirits meet him on the other side of the river, fluttering about with excitement when they realise who is behind him.
He motions for them to be silent as he leaves the boat, but his heart is pounding in his chest. They are close. He starts walking.
After a while, he realises the only footsteps he hears are his own.
The thought strikes fear into his heart like a bolt of lightning and he has to stop and breathe. The spirits around clamour around him, their movements jerky and anxious as they flit back and forth. He grits his teeth, steels his heart, and keeps walking.
He’s still here, he tells himself. He’s still here. He’ll still be here.
Just a little longer.
He sees a light up ahead and relief floods through him.
Just a little longer.
He picks up his pace until it matches his heartbeat, until he’s almost flying.
The light grows brighter, hotter. It pierces his eyes as he steps over the threshold and into the sun. 
They’ve made it.
He turns around, Wei Wuxian’s name on his lips, one hand already reaching out to grab him—
Wei Wuxian gives him a watery smile from the mouth of the cave—
—and fades from sight.
-
In a little village on the outskirts of Gusu, a boy by the name of Mo Xuanyu wakes up in a pool of blood.
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Translation + Analysis of Sylvain and Felix’s Paired Endings
Covering both their AM and non-AM endings, originally posted on Twitter.
Bonus: Discussion about Felix’s Meandering Sword title.
Azure Moon Paired Ending
HONESTLY I FEEL I SHOULD JUST PACK MY BAGS AND GO... The JP version has plenty of subtext but the EN version just blows stuff outta water and takes the lines further than what the JP version already has.
I personally am incapable of topping the way they handled everything and my translation feels so watered down, even if it's pretty close to what the original actually is, ahaha. But I think the JP version is still worth a look, considering how EN glossed over some details in favor of being more romantic, in a way?
One is the specificity of when Sylvain took the Margrave title (aka after his father died). Another is detailing the existence of a Gautier castle, and the detailing of what these two actually did with regard to this "relentless game of one-upmanship."
Like so:
Felix, visiting Sylvain: "/Fuck/ you" Sylvain, visiting Felix: "Fuck /you/"
Or so I imagine it, aha. But yeah, in other regards, the localization really ran away with the wording in JP, notably with "Each led a busy life, but that only seemed to enhance their friendship over the years." and "as if conceding that one could not live without the other."
The JP version did not go that far. Maybe the localization team has a pet bias for Sylvix...? I don't think the changes are unwarranted in any case, it adds a lot of nice flavor to the text!
Friendzoned as they are in this ending card, we all know that's FE code for "yes they were very gay for each other" so take the ending as you will!
Non-AM Paired Ending
THERE'S NO HAPPINESS TO BE FOUND IN THIS ENDING it just tore my heart into a million pieces and I'm--ahem, okay, let me try to get this show on the road before I start crying needlessly over this ending again.
In contrast to the way the localization handled Sylvain and Felix's AM paired ending, they decided to go with a more subdued route in the localization, but the original JP just has so much depressing meat in it that's interesting to poke at, so here goes...!
「捨てる」 (suteru = to throw away/discard/abandon), I feel is such a strong word to use, though that's in part to my personal associations with the word, perhaps. That verb can definitely be used in relation to renouncing one's title, and is not unnatural at all in that context!
But as a common verb, I just often associate it with "throwing away trash" so it just hurt me in a weird way, but that's probably just me. A friend associates it with "letting go", which I think is a more eloquent way to put what I feel about the use of this word here.
Felix, having chosen this path as a wandering swordsman, has no need of his noble title any more. A noble title symbolic of his connection to Dimitri, who had passed away during the course of the war Felix has fought and lived through.
Felix is a vassal without a liege, a shield with no one to protect. This course of action he takes seems to imply that he thinks there's no point to becoming "Duke Fraldarius" or the "Shield of Faerghus" in a route where Dimitri is dead.
So instead, Felix severs his ties with it--his past, his supposed destiny. Left it behind to seek a place where he could die, just as a ronin might do without his master. A matter that is similarly referenced in his non-AM ending with Mercedes.
I am using samurai references here again because in JP, Felix is a walking samurai trope. He usually speaks like one in battles and in reference to seeking worthy opponents, which kinda comes off as pretty edgy at times.
I mean, all those flowery references to his blade and cutting people down and swordsmen can sound pretty extra in my honest opinion, but that's a tangent.
And speaking of Felix fitting the ronin archetype, "Meandering Sword" is written as 「流浪の剣」(rurou no ken) which has the 「浪」 in ronin, which is written as 「浪人」. Take that as you will.
Digging in even deeper, the kanji 「浪」 is the character for wave, and for me it evokes the feeling of being adrift, of going where the tide takes you. It definitely is the root for a lot of words that have to do with the word "wandering".
In fact, my alternative way of translating his title is "Wandering Sword". Which I think is more telling of what he did after he abandoned his noble title and the kind of occupation he took, but admittedly "meandering" has a pretty sweet ring to it that does seem appropriate in this context.
Also, I'm probably reaching so hard, but his title in JP, "Rurou no Ken", sounds a lot like "Rurouni Kenshin", an old, classic manga and anime series about a swordsman that takes up a life of vagrancy after his bloody involvement in a "war" of a kind (revolution, in his case).
Though Kenshin's and Felix's paths differ wildly, especially with Kenshin's vow not to take another life, I can't help but wonder if Felix's title is an ironic nod to that... especially when I tend to presume that Felix living by his sword means he uses it to protect people.
Despite the whole mercenary deal, I feel one condition that Felix attaches to his jobs is that it has to be in line with protecting the weak and innocent. But that's all in the realm of headcanon!
But yeah, waxing poetic about Felix's end card title aside, some lines were cut and changed, I think the most notable here is "ten-odd years" became "decades later" in English. Also, EN chopped off the part about how happy Sylvain and Felix were to be reunited.
Probably because it leads right into Felix leaving anyway and them never meeting each other again, the way it was phrased in JP made them sound so star-crossed that it really, really hurts to think about.
The way they just drop 「運命」(unmei) right there... like it's destiny that they are not to meet again after that reunion... it's just really crushing to read.
Then the last part just twists the knife right in, with Felix's sword making it back to Sylvain a few years later. In the context of this story, there's only one way to read this.
Felix, the meandering sword without a master, has found a place to die. His sword is a memento, all that's left to pass on to those who yet live.
As to whether Felix himself asked that his sword be brought back to Sylvain, or if whoever got hold of it knew it's got to go to Sylvain, we'll never know, but the fact is, the sword makes it back to Sylvain.
Which is oddly touching when you think about the fact that, for a wandering swordsman like Felix, his sword is his most precious possession. It didn't find its way back to Fraldarius territory, to where his uncle or relatives are likely still are.
It found its way back to /Sylvain/, who, perhaps, always held a certain torch for Felix this whole time. Watching, hoping their paths would cross again despite Felix's willingness to just leave him after their reunion. But fate has other plans, and all Sylvain has left of Felix is this sword bequeathed to him. Perhaps, a will, you can even say. Or a sentiment Felix has never been able to properly return in his lifetime.
This is Sylvain and Felix's tragic love story in this route. A story of parting, fleeting happiness, and a promise broken. All that's left for Sylvain now, is to either follow after Felix or carry on by his lonesome, with Felix's sword by his side.
Original Posts:
AM Ending: https://twitter.com/slip_fe3h/status/1205817451595722754
Non-AM Ending: https://twitter.com/slip_fe3h/status/1206000144929345536
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johannstutt413 · 4 years
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While they continued to spend as much time as they could with each other, it was some time before the Doctor and Ambriel went on their third/fourth/fifth date (depending on where one starts counting). Partially because they didn’t feel the need, because simply being in each other’s company was all the blessing they needed; partially because neither of them were sure where to take things from where they were; and partially because both were nervous that, somehow, making it an official date would change something about the experience for the worse. So, rather than make a big deal of it, Ambriel became the Doctor’s assistant so she didn’t have to leave his side, and while she didn’t have much in the way of work to do, she certainly kept him company, and frankly, that’s all he needed her to do to make him more productive than he’d ever been.
So much more productive, in fact, that he earned a raise, including a hefty one-time bonus, and it was receiving this that got him to thinking of another proper date in celebration. The only question was...well, there were a few, but among them, “Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“Hmm?” Amy was in her chair, as usual, spinning in circles until her halo started to wobble. “You mean, like, to eat?”
“Or travel, or whatever. Is there somewhere you’ve just been dying to see?”
Her first few thoughts weren’t terribly helpful, so she dug deeper to try and find something. “Not...really, no. I’m not much of a sight-seer; if we went anywhere, I’d just want to walk around the shops all day.”
“Hm...” That did give him an idea, actually. “I hear Siesta’s got some good shops this time of year, and since we helped out with the Obsidian Festival last time, I think they’d give us a good discount or two.”
“Obsidian Festival? What’s that?”
He smiled. “A big, long concert with some of Terra’s best musicians performing. It was great the day or so we got to watch, but we spent most of the time trying to stop a giant Originum Slug living in a volcano from causing an eruption and destroying the city.”
“That...” Ambriel shook her head. “You should get the movie rights for that. I’m sure you could get good money out of something like that.”
“Oh, we did, actually. One of the company’s FEater worked with in the past is gonna produce it...Where were we?”
She rolled over to him to set her head on his shoulder. “You were talking up Siesta to me, for some reason.”
“I was thinking we could go somewhere nice to celebrate my promotion.” The Doctor booped her nose. “You made it possible, so if you have a place you want to go, I want to go there, too.”
“Oh, well...I don’t know, Doc. All that really matters to me is being with you.”
While there’d never been a doubt in his mind that was how she felt, hearing it out loud was something else. “Amy...Well, is there anything you think would be nice to have?”
“You just want to spoil me, don’t you?” Guilty as charged. “There’s a dress that arrived at the Procurement Division recently that I’ve had my eye on. It’s way out of my price range, so I didn’t have a hope of getting it myself.”
“We can swing by there today after work and get it, then. Sounds like a plan to you?”
 Ambriel nodded. “Yeah, that works...You don’t mind if I keep my head here, do you?”
“Not one bit.” He tilted his head so they were touching. “You’re the best.”
“Aww, don’t go filling up my head with that...C’mere, you.”
Later that day, the Doctor, true to his word, took Ambriel to the Procurement Division’s base of operations - aka, the base’s Penguin Logistics corner. Croissant, watching the register so to speak, waved as they came in. “Ev’nin, Baws! You and ya lady friend need som’in?”
“Amy saw a dress the other day she liked.” He turned to her. “Do you see it anywhere?”
“Uh...Hey, Croissant, do you still have the star print dress that came in a few days ago?”
The Forte shrugged. “I ‘unno, but I’ll take a looksie for ya. Wond’r ‘round while I’m inna back, kay?”
“Sure thing.” As she opened the door behind her, and the creaking echoed ominously into the back of an absurdly large warehouse, Ambriel and the Doctor walked through several aisles of special deals courtesy of Penguin’s not-always-still-alive-by-delivery customer base. “While we’re waiting, see anything you like?”
“This place has everything, doesn’t it? Electronics, clothes, camping gear- oh my God.”
He followed her eyes to what he knew was the dress she’d been talking about. “Oh my God is right...I completely understand the price tag on this thing. Do they have a dressing room or something around here?”
“Yeah, in the back. Wanna see if you can get her back to the register while I try it on?”
“If you don’t need my help with the dress, sure.” The Doctor smiled as she gave him a look. “It’s a zipper-back, after all. Aren’t those hard to close yourself?”
Amy shook her head. “I’ll be fine, Doc. See you soon.”
“I’ll miss you~” A quick kiss, and she was off. He wandered back to the counter, rang the bell a few times, and when no one showed up, he decided to wait by the closet door he’d seen Ambriel walk through.
“Hey, Doc?” She half-shouted through the door. “Could you come help me with this?”
The Doctor opened the door to a shocked Amy. “She didn’t show, so I figured I’d wait out here. What do you need?”
“...I need you to zip it up in the back.” There was a note of defeat in her voice, but he couldn’t quite place it.
“I’ve got you covered.” He closed the door behind him and moved behind her to get to the offending strip of metal. “Huh. It’s broken, I think. Yeah, there’s a knot in the back; it’s not you, believe me.”
She sighed. “That’s good. I thought maybe the sugar was settling in places.”
“I mean, we could get it tailored if that was the problem, I bet...Not the right thing to say?”
“Not really.” Ambriel shook her head. “Well, we can’t get it fixed if we don’t buy it, so...Are you still okay with paying for it?”
He nodded. “Not an issue whatsoever. Besides, we might be able to convince them to give us a discount.”
“Maybe...Doc, are you gonna let me change back or no?”
“Oh, right.” The Doctor left, closing the door behind him. “I’m gonna try to get Croissant’s attention again.”
At this point, the Forte was back at her post, a sly smile on her face. “How’d the fittin’ go, Baws?”
“The zipper on the back’s broken - as in, there’s a major knot in it. We want the dress, but I don’t think I should have to pay that much for it when we’ve got to get it fixed afterwards.”
“Well, we price ev’r’thin’ as-is, Baws.” She crossed her arms. “Trust me, you don’t wanna haggle wi’ me. I know all the tricks.”
He smiled. “Really? What about this one: three days paid vacation for you and a plus one.”
“...70 percent retail.”
“I’ll take it.” The Doctor pulled out a card as Ambriel walked out with the dress folded in her arms. “Here you go.”
As they left the department, Amy’s eyes were focused on the dress in her hands. “Hey, Doc? Can I ask you something?”
“Anything you want, Amy.”
“If...If it turns out I am too big for this dress,” she managed, “what are we gonna do with it?”
He shrugged. “If you didn’t want to get it tailored to fit you better, then I guess we could find someone else to give it to. Are you really worried about it?”
“I’ve been eating a lot of sugar lately. You don’t think I’m gonna get fat, do you?”
“Huh?” The Doctor shook his head. “I haven’t even thought of that. Why do you ask?”
Amy shrugged. “I dunno, I just...I’ve never felt insecure about myself like this until the other day. I’d just gotten out of the shower, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I wondered if I was the kind of girl you really wanted to...you know...”
“Oh. I can understand that.”
“Huh?” She frowned at him. “Doc, now you’ve got me worried.”
He shook his head. “I mean I have the same kind of thoughts about myself. I’ll cuddle you like there’s no tomorrow, but there’s this niggling doubt in the back of my head that says if we decide to do anything more intimate, you won’t like what you see.”
“That’s...that’s exactly it. Sorry I doubted you just then.”
“It’s no big.” The Doctor stopped outside the door to her place as she unlocked the door. “You want to come over later?”
She was about to say yes, but another voice prevailed. “Actually...you want to come in?”
“Sure. I don’t think I’ve actually seen your place before.”
“Well, yeah; I was kinda doing it on purpose.” Ambriel blushed as they crossed the threshold. “Sorry about the mess.”
He chuckled. “This is more like how my place was before our first date. You even have the same baking sheet in the sink I did.”
“Heh. I’ll be right back - gonna put this away for now - so make yourself comfortable.”
“Sure.” He looked around, found a spot on her couch that wasn’t filled with pillows, clicked on the TV, and waited. And waited...and started to wonder how her closet was set up if it was taking this long to hang up a dress.
It turned out, there was a bit more going on, as when she returned from her room, she was in a bathrobe instead of what she’d had on before. “So uh...comfortable yet?”
“Pretty much.” He turned the TV off. “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you, um...wanted to stay the night. With me. In my room.”
The Doctor was walking through his options. “I...I don’t not want to.”
“It sounds like there’s a but coming after that.” She frowned. “Am I moving too fast?”
“Do you think you’re moving too fast? I mean, are you trying to prove something to yourself, or do you really want to...might as well say it, are you really DTF tonight after that conversation we just had?”
Ambriel shrugged. “We won’t know unless we try, right?”
“Honestly?” He looked down at the floor in front of him for a moment before turning back to her. “You know I’ll love you even if we’re never physical, right?”
“Yeah, obviously.”
Okay, so it wasn’t about that. Good…“Then I guess it is a me thing, because I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“I can go change back, then,” she said, “and we can just hang out, if you want.”
“...If I say I kinda want you to keep wearing that just in case I change my mind, would that bother you?”
Amy smiled. “Doc, I sit on my couch in this all the time, and I don’t mind you wanting to keep your options open. Move some of those pillows for me; I’ll get us something to drink.”
“Thanks.” He watched her walk to the fridge, open the door, bend down to look for something- and suddenly he had his answer. “I’m ready.”
“Ready? For- oh! Really?” She closed the door and turned back to him.
He nodded. “Yep, totally, hundred percent.”
“Huh.” She looked down at her robe. “That was quick.”
“I want to take it kind of slow, but...yeah.”
She rejoined him on the couch. “That’s fine by me.”
“Awesome.” The Doctor slowly moved an arm around her waist. “So um...I have no idea what to do.”
“Neither do I.” They looked at each other, hoping to find the answer somewhere in each other’s eyes...and eventually, they did, as independently they drifted closer for a kiss.
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siriuslyblack12 · 4 years
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As We Grow Older
chapter 1
Summer had come and gone. Days bled into nights and sun bled into stars as September rapidly approached. It had been warm and peaceful, quiet in the way that vibrant flowers grew over green fields, given shade by the confident trees and given life from the minimalistic designs of watering cans and the green-thumbs holding them; but thrilling in the way that rollercoasters flew through the sky, friends laughing loud and hard as they made memories they would never forget.
 Remus Lupin appreciated the first much more, as he sat in his garden, book in hand, trying to enjoy the last few hours of his summer holiday.
 This is, no doubt, in stark contrast to his friends. James Potter had bought a season pass to theme parks all around the country that his family had driven between for the entire month of July, stopping at Lily Evans’s holiday cabin any chance he got. Peter Pettigrew had enjoyed concert after concert, dragging his friends to a few and his presumably unrequited crush Mary MacDonald to most. He’d even heard of all about Marlene and Dorcas’ trip to Spain, a trip that they’d been practically begging their parents to pay towards and labelled as a ‘celebration’ of their grades the school year prior.
 Then there was Sirius Black. Leather jackets and muscle t-shits, dark hair falling past his shoulders or loosely tied up in a bun that would come tumbling down minutes later. Brown eyes and perfect lips, spread over his face in a perfect grin that was usually accompanied by a hand clutching at his toned chest. He’d spent his time quite evenly between the three boys, thrill-seeking with James and his family, third-wheeling Peter and Mary and annoying every one of Remus’s neighbours with his antics. There was never a quiet moment in his summer, which was to be expected by the school’s most beloved trouble maker. All four of them were regarded as such, but Remus had always thought that Sirius was the main reason for their popularity.
 He was also hopelessly in love with him.
 Of course, this isn’t at all surprising. Most, if not all of the girls at Hogwarts High fawned over Sirius’s impossible good looks, his charm and flirty remarks, his laid-back, cool stance. Love letters flooded his locker and every one of his selfies got hundreds, if not thousands of likes and comments. He was certainly no stranger to the shallow pining, but Remus Lupin was a boy. A bisexual boy that wasn’t out to anyone. And he didn’t just like Sirius for his looks. That was definitely a bonus, something to make him swoon pathetically, but Remus saw much deeper than that. He loved his sense of humour, his laugh that could light up an entire room. He loved his personality, outgoing and confident but caring and gentle in the right company. He loved the way that his face portrayed every single emotion with such depth, and that his heart was worn on his sleeves. He loved everything about Sirius, but he couldn’t possibly tell him.
 “Remus, honey, tea’s ready.” His mum called from the back doorstep. “Come in before it gets cold.”
 Essentially, he was fucked.
 ~~
 Sirius Black woke up to the piercing sound of his parent’s shouting at him and Regulus to “get the fuck out of bed” and “stop being so fucking lazy”. He could tell they were more aimed at him than his little brother, which filled him with both relief and dread. He was grateful that swim training didn’t start again until next week, considering how awful this was at 8, he definitely couldn’t handle the same at 5:30. A muffled groan escaped from his lips as he rolled over, feet twisted in his silk sheets and a hand carding through his hair. It was finally September, after 6 excruciating weeks of blinding sun, and school was starting again. Not that he didn’t appreciate the rest, its just the only thing he truly enjoyed about it was the thing he had the least of: his friends.
 He’d spent as much time as humanly possible out of his house and away from his dear parents, but nothing could ever be quite enough. They’d been shouting a lot more recently, at him and each other, occasionally even Regulus, and his ears ached with the shrill voice of his mother and booming sound of his father. They weren’t even his mother and father, not really, that title would go to the Potters, whose house he promptly arrived at after he’d spent a good 20 minutes under the hot spray of his shower. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye as he marched out of his door with as much pride as he could muster, practically none of which was genuine.
 “Pads! I was actually starting to think you weren’t gonna show,” James announced as he greeted his friend with a tight hug, as if he hadn’t seen him just the day before.
 “Couldn’t miss the first day of school, could I? I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
 “Sure you do, mate”
 He punched James lightly in the shoulder as the two of them laughed away any inhibitions they’d had about the first day of school. The two took their seats at the breakfast bar as Mrs Potter placed  plates of toast and fruit, always reminding her boys to stay healthy. She’d cut Sirius’s toast into 4 small triangles, exactly how he liked it, and they both ate as quickly as possible, excited for the year ahead.
 “You boys better get going if you want to make it before second bell, I’d rather not have to deal with that on your record” The kind voice of Mrs Potter sang through the room. A voice that made him feel safe, like this was his home.
 “Mum’s right, bet Moony’ll go mad if we’re late again” James added and finished with a kiss to Mrs Potter’s cheek. “Him and Peter are probably there already.”
 He couldn’t wait to see Remus again. And Peter. And the girls.
 “Well don’t just stand there Prongs, we have shit to start!”
 “Language.”
 “Sorry Mrs Potter.”
 ~~
 Remus’ stomach flipped and churned as he saw Sirius approach their table, James strutting by his side. He’s your best friend. Get a grip. He watched James’s eyes go right towards the head of red hair beside him, freckles dotted all over her face and arms and jeans cuffed above her ankles. Prongs had been not-so-subtly crushing on Lily for a few years now, and it was getting quite depressing to watch. Remus had suspected for a while that she did in fact have feelings for James, but it wasn’t really his place to comment. Besides, she’d most likely be too obstinate to admit it even if she did. Across from him, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas were excitedly discussing their holidays, the latter two occasionally pulling each other close and sharing a few kisses. They’d been dating for almost a year, and needless to say everyone in the school shipped them. Someone had even made them a fan account, which Marlene had admittedly found a little creepy, but Dorcas adored.
 “Moons! Is that a haircut I see? It suits you,” Sirius said matter-of-factly, taking the seat the other side of Remus, obviously growing bored of James’s childish pining.
 He’s your best friend. Best friends compliment each other. “Wouldn’t take you as one to notice, Pads.” What? What does that even mean?
 “Well, I did” he replied, before pulling out his phone and opening Instagram, mindlessly scrolling through and liking every other post. Sirius was one of those people who documented his entire life on social media, to the point where at any given moment the entire school knew where he was and what he was doing.
 A few moments passed, everyone exchanging fun stories, laughing at Peter’s animated retellings, smiling as Marlene laid her dead on her girlfriend’s shoulder when she recounted care-free nights. He’d missed this, and he could tell Sirius had too.
 They still had ten minutes until first bell, and they would all go to their first classes of the year. Remus had decided to take chemistry this year, a decision that he now deeply regretted after the amount of summer homework Professor Slughorn had given him, a decision that was definitely not made in the first place so that he’d be in more classes with Sirius. Definitely not.
 Usually on an occasion such as important as this, the 8 of them would pull a prank. He secretly lived for those moments, and had spent all summer planning some more intricate ideas. He was elated when Lily suddenly spoke, as confidently as ever.
 “Not that I don’t love hearing about all of your lovely holidays spent far away from your bitchy sisters and their loser boyfriends,” at that everyone nodded sympathetically, “but I’m in the mood to cause some trouble.”
 “And how exactly would we do that?” James questioned.
 Sirius chirped in, raising his eyebrows, “I think I might have an idea.”
 And that’s how Remus Lupin ended up counting down loudly with his friends, gaining strange looks from the rest of the canteen as James held five Mentos above a bottle of Diet Coke, both from Peter’s bag, that they would drop as they got to one. Sirius shook with laughter from his left, joining in with the countdown and leaning far too close to the bottle to ensure him safety from the explosion that was to come. Remus followed him as he leant further forward, silently vowing to follow Sirius wherever he went. The numbers they shouted got smaller and smaller, and the two boys got closer and closer. He looked over to his left and saw that Sirius had suddenly jumped far back, and before he could question it the bottle erupted right into his scarred face.
 The entire canteen erupted in laughter, including the boy behind him which quickly made Remus forget all about the state of his shirt and jeans. He would do anything to make Sirius happy.
 “Mr Lupin, I’m sure there’s you have an explanation for this,” They were quickly brought back to reality by the stern, Scottish drawl of Professor McGonagall. “And I’m sure it involves Mr Potter and Mr Black being their usual selves, yes?”
 “You’ve got it Minnie.” Sirius chuckled, earning himself and everyone else a lunch detention.
  James jumped on the opportunity to plead with her for a lighter punishment, only to be waved away non-commitedly. Lily sank into James’s side, defeated and slightly annoyed but amused nonetheless. Sirius bumped his shoulder to Remus’s, their faces only inches apart as a beautiful smirk settled itself on the first boy’s face. If Sirius noticed the deep blush that spread over the his friend’s face and neck, he didn’t say anything.
 Maybe detention wasn’t so bad if he could have that smirk directed at him.
 Stop fooling yourself, Remus. He’s straight. He doesn’t like you.
 Maybe not, he thought. But I might as well appreciate what I can while it lasts.
 ~~
 Detention went for the most part as expected: Sirius and James throwing paper planes at each other from opposite ends of the room, Lily doodling on a spare piece of paper on her desk, Marlene and Dorcas eye-fucking for the entire hour. But Remus’s mind replayed the same thought, over and over and over again as his fingers absentmindedly drummed on his desk.
 Sirius had given him his shirt.
 To anyone else, this information would mean absolutely nothing. He always kept a spare one in his bag for after swimming and had offered it to his friend to wear now that his was soaked through. It was fairly big on him, as Sirius was more built, and a few inches taller. It hung off of his shoulders nicely, and felt so comfortable. So natural. What wasn’t comfortable, nor natural, was Remus’s reaction. His eyes had widened comically as his heart imploded right there on the spot, and so Sirius had just placed the shirt simply into his shaking hands and stalked away to share a laugh with James and Peter, leaving a lovestruck Remus in his wake.
 Professor McGonagall left the detention room to run a few errands, and it was suspiciously tame considering the company. Why she would ever trust the marauders alone in a confined space would be a mystery to most. Remus and Lily had turned around in their seats to gossip with James and Sirius, mainly pointless topics to pass the time.
 “All I’m saying is, Dumbledore and McGonagall are definitely fucking.” James stated, arms in the air smugly.
 “Absolutely no way, I won’t accept it!” Lily laughed along with him.
 “You’re girlfriends right, Prongsie,” Sirius began, getting loud protests from both parties, “If anyone is fucking, it’s Dumbledore and Hagrid.”
 Remus’s breath hitched, but he was proud in how quickly he recovered and replied with, “Fair point, but McGonagall and Pomfrey must be considered, don’t you think?”
 The room erupted in laughter, Marlene and Dorcas vocalising their agreement with him and clasping him on the back.
 “Dumbledore and McGonagall are the most perfect example of solidarity my gay ass has ever witnessed.” One of them said, causing everyone to laugh harder.
 “Fucking Preach!” Sirius hollered, folding his paper aeroplane into a ball and throwing it into the air, which was then caught by James and hurled towards the bin with a soft ‘Lebron James’. The paper, unsurprisingly, missed it’s target which served as Lily’s cue to make fun of him even more than she was already.
 “I’d like to see you try, Evans”
 “You’re on Potter.” She sneered, folding her own piece of paper and throwing it towards the same bin that James had aimed for, the only difference being that hers landed perfectly. Remus held out his hand for Lily to high five, and Sirius praised her loudly. She bit her lip happily, eyes trained on James before she spoke.
 “Better not underestimate me again, Potter.”
 “Oh, I won’t.”
 With that, Remus settled back into his chair, and took another look at the brown-eyed boy that he couldn’t get out of his head, who had calmed down a little and was now, once again, scrolling through his phone. His hair fell into his face delightfully and Remus leaned back on his chair and he admired it quietly. He hadn’t even realised how dangerously far back he had leaned, before his back hit the floor with a thud and he groaned in pain. Once again the room was laughing and Sirius wore that smile that Remus loved so much.
 This was going to be a hard year.
 ~~
 “Oi, knobhead, pass the salt would you?”
 “Manners, James.” Sirius countered cheekily.
 “Oi, knobhead, pass the salt, please.”
 The next few days had passed uneventfully, if Sirius was any judge. He’d fallen into the comfortable routine of pissing about at school, pissing about at the park and then pissing about at the Potter’s, never going to his own house until it was absolutely necessary. At first, a few years ago, he’d felt insecure that he was mooching off of people too kind to know any better, but those thoughts had quickly dissolved.
 Mrs Potter smiled and looked between the two boys, elated that she could care for both of them. She’d never wanted to have an only child, but her and her husband had decided that it was for the best, which did nothing to stop the satisfaction that came with taking Sirius in as her own.
 “Are you excited to start training again, Sirius? Do you need me to drive you anywhere?” She questioned politely, silently hoping he says yes.
 “Of course I am,” He replied, mouth full of food. “And I’m afraid I have to decline your offer, as great as it is. My father insists being my personal taxi when it comes to swimming.”
 Mrs Potter nodded her head quietly, not realising the emotion in his voice that was masked by the potatoes he continued to stuff into his mouth. Sirius would be happy to be back with his team, in the water, racing again. It was his sense of normality, his clutch when his confusion got too much to handle. He was hoping that he could get his friends to see a few galas this year, especially the tawny haired boy that he couldn’t recall had ever seen him in the water.
 After they’d eaten, James and Sirius stood over the sink after promising that they’d wash the dishes, a promise that they now realised was perhaps not the best idea. James, sponge in hand, had been scrubbing at the same spot for what felt like hours.
 “How do you actually feel about swimming, Pads?”
 “I love it, of course I do,” Sirius began. “Why would you even have to ask that, mate?
 James gently put down his plate, still somehow dirty, and turned to face his friend. He gave him a look, that look that says ‘that’s absolute bullshit, but I’m gonna let you tell me in your own time.’ That look.
 “Well, my parents are a big part of it. My dad’s the only reason I started in the first place, but I do actually enjoy it. It’s more than them now.” Sirius admitted truthfully.
 “You would tell us if you didn’t want to go back, wouldn’t you?” James was always the mother hen of the group, taking care of everybody else. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
 Sirius sighed, muttered an agreement and picked up the plate that James was just working on, desperately scrubbing just as hard as the other boy was. It was almost visible how his walls had gone up, a blockade of ice that freezed over whenever his parents were brought into conversation. James wished he could press more, but he knew it wouldn’t work. He’d open up when he was ready.
 “Pass me that plate, I’m just gonna put it away and hope mum doesn’t notice.” James said.
 “Dick.”
 “Git.”
 “You love me,”
 “Keep telling yourself that.”
 They both smiled, the first genuine smile of the night.
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ABIGAIL  COWEN ,  CISFEMALE ,  SHE / HER    →   according  to  the  school  records ,  NATALIE  LUCILLE  BEAUSOLEIL  has  been  attending  sacred  heart  for  the  past  three  years .  i  last  saw  them   hanging  around  the  john  bracken  library  ;  i  think  they  were  working  on  writing  her  novel .  at  twenty - one  years  old ,  natalie  has  been  studying  english  literature  and  get  this ,  i   heard  that  she’ll  zone  out  while  writing  papers  for  class  and  come  to  surrounded  by  pages  and  pages  full  of  archaic  languages  she  doesn’t  speak   —   figure  it’s  true ?  everyone  around  here  always  associates  them  with  a  moonlight  sonata  echoing  through  empty  halls ,  seats  in  the  back  row  at  the  opera ,  and  dead  flowers  pressed  between  the  pages  of  an  old  book .  in  the  time  since  these  strange  happenings ,  they  have  encountered  unexplained  occurrences .     
HI ,  hello .  i’m  hannah  n  this  is  like .  the  only  thing  i’ve  been  thinking  about  recently ,  aka  i’m  so  excited .  ok  anyway !  i’m  20 ,  kickin  it  in  the  est !  i’m  a  full  time  student  ( majoring  in  being  a  dumb  bitch  n  gay  rights  and  i’m  at  the  top  of  my  class  baby . . )  and  i’m  ALSO  a  preschool  teacher  so  if  i’m  ever  Not  here ,  i’m  with  my  babies  ! !  but  that  isn’t  the  reason  why  ur  all  here . .   ur  here  for  an  intro  post !  so !  
let’s  talk  abt  my  girl . . .  𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋 !
okay .  so .  first  thing’s  first .  i  have  some  Real  Things  prepared  for  my  girl ,  including  but  not  limited  to :
a  pinterest  board !
a  stats  page !
and  what  i  call  NATALIE :  A  TRAGEDY  IN  THREE  ACTS .  it’s  kind  of  a  bio ,  mixed  in  with  some  stage  directions  here  and  there .  it’s  a  quick  read  n  rly  gives  you  that  Natalie  Flavor  if  you  know  what  i  mean . .  so  if  you  feel  so  inclined  n  wanna  take  a  look . .  but  full  disclosure  it  rly  does  hit  different  than  just  reading  this  intro 
anyway !  i’ll  give  a  more  condensed  version  of  her  bio  here  n  some  info  abt  her  personality  n  some  random  headcanons . .  etc !
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐈 :  𝑨 𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀
alright  SO .  our  girl  natalie  was  born  on  april  13 ,  1952  to  michel  and  colette  beausoleil .  it  was  a  thursday ,  and  it  was  ALSO  eleven  weeks  before  colette’s  due  date ,  so  we  all  know  that  can’t  be  good 
( spoiler  alert :  it  wasn’t )
natalie  was  supposed  to  be  a  twin ,  but  the  other  baby  ( a  boy  named  pierre )  didn’t  survive .  they  didn’t  think  that  natalie  would ,  but  she did !  unfortunately ,  her  parents  were  too  wounded  by  the  loss  of  their  other  baby  and  it  was  all grieving  and  no  celebrating .  
also .  there’s  more  info  abt  her  parents  n  how  they  met  in  the  bio  but ,  a  sparknotes  version  is  that  michel  was  a  playwright  in  paris  and  colette  was  a  ballerina / his  muse  and  they  rushed  into  a  marriage 
michel  made  it  rly  big  a  couple  yrs  after  natalie  was  born  and  so  they  decided  to  use  that  $ $ $  to  send  natalie  away  to  an  expensive  boarding  school  in  london  called  our  lady  of  sacred  suffering .  it  was ,  of  course ,  a  catholic  girls  boarding  school  and  natalie  hated  it  there
but  they  hated  natalie  there  bc  she  was  just  the  WORST  catholic  school  girl  of  all  time ,  so  it  was  mutual
meanwhile ,  her  relationship  w  her  parents  is . .  very  complicated .  her  dad  is  just  kind  of  The  Worst  across  the  board ,  very  reliant  on  drinking ,  definitely  got  into  drug  use  at  some  point ,  had  lots  of  affairs  with  the  young  actresses  in  his  plays .  and  colette  was  just . .  very  sad  and  very  absent  so  the  support  was  Minimal
natalie  has  a  lot  of  issues  that  are  all  rooted  in  her  childhood  tbh .
somewhere  along  the  way ,  she  found  a  deep  passion  for  Writing  and  developed  this  sense  of  purpose  and  for  a  minute  things  were  going  very  well 
which  we  all  know  means  things  are  about  to  get  WORSE . 
on  her  eighteenth  birthday ,  natalie  receieves  a  card  in  the  mail  from  her  mother  for  the  First  Time  Ever .  and  she  immediately  is  like .  huh .  well .  something  is  Wrong .
she’s  right .
( tw :  nondescript  mentions  of  car  crashes  &  death )
a  week  later ,  she  receives  word  that  her  parents  were  involved  in  a  serious  car  accident  at  the  pont  de  l’alma  tunnel  in  paris  and  her  did  not  survive  the  accident .
( end  tw )
her  mother’s  family  is  not  convinced  that  michel  should  walk  away  from  this  without  blame  and  decides  to  take  legal  action  against  him  and  get  him  convicted  with  a  more  serious  charge  than  just  manslaughter . 
they  promise  to  keep  natalie  out  of  it  as  much  as  possible  but  when  it  comes  time  to  testify  as  to  whether  or  not  michel  had  a  history  of  not  caring  about  colette’s  life  and  well - being ,  the  only  one  who  can  speak  to  it  is  natalie .
so  she  testifies  and  it’s  her  testimony  that  is  the  metaphorical  nail  in  the  coffin .  
( tw :  suicide  mention )
michel  knows  it ,  too .  that’s  what  natalie  thinks .  he  turns  up  dead  in  his  jail  cell  the  day  before  he’s  supposed  to  be  sentenced .  she  never  knows  if  he  deserved  the  life  sentence  he  was  going  to  be  given .
( end  tw ) 
so  then !  she’s  an  orphan !  but  she  does  gain  control  over  everything  that  her  parents  left  behind ,  which  turns  out  to  be  a  lot .  
she  sells  their  house  in  paris ,  goes  to  wales  to  begin  university ,  and  hasn’t  gone  back  since  then .  but  like ,  she  grew  up  in  london  for  the  most  part  so  she’s  not  exactly  sad  about  being  away  from  paris  and  all  the  ghosts  there .
and  now  she’s  at  sacred  heart ,  working  on  writing  her  debut  novel ,  which  is  the  ( albeit ,  dramatized  and  fictionalized )  story  of  her  parents !
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐈𝐈 :  𝑨  𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 .
so  basically ,  she’s  got  issues .
fictional  character  inspo  includes :  jo  march ,  alaska  young ,  cheryl  blossom
if  you  know  anything  abt  astrology . .  she’s  an  aries  sun ,  mercury ,  and  venus . .  and  a  scorpio  moon  and  mars . .  and  a  gemini  rising . .  i’m  so  sorry JKDSFM
she’s  very  emotional  but  does  a  super  good  job  of  hiding  it  and  keeping  all  those  emotions  ( esp  the  intense  n  darker  ones )  buried  away . .  deep  down  where  no  one  could  see  it
the  minute  that  ppl  kind  of  ? ?  but  two  and  two  together  n  realize  who  she  is  ( bc . .  in  my  head . .  her  dad’s  whole  trial  was  kind  of .  A  Thing  that  the  public  knew  abt . )  they’re  probably  rly  concerned  w  Little  she  shows  any  real  emotion  to  the  whole  thing . 
rly  she’s  just  the  queen  of  compartmentalizing  n  repressing !
she’s  very . .  Assertive .  like ,  when  she  wants  something  she’s  going  to  do  whatever  it  takes  to  get  her  way  
very  Very  reckless .  she’s  like . .  so  fucking  impulsive  that  it  physically  Pains  me  sometimes .
she’s  very  smart  but  like .  More  So ,  she’s  very  clever  and  very  sharp  with  her  words .  a  very  fast  thinker  and  a  very  loud  talker 
someone  please . .  tell  her  to  stop  yelling .  she  needs  to  Relax . 
she’s  very  charming  i’ll  say  it .  n  like ?  seems  cool ?  the  kind  of  person  that  you  meet  and  immediately  want  to  hang  out  w  them .  
very  flirty ,  has  always  used  that  charming  smile  of  hers  to  get  ppl  in  her  corner  and  she’s  not  gonna  stop  now !  she’s  very  good  at  making  ppl  feel  special  
but  like .  she  means  well  most  of  the  time  sdkfj  her  heart  is  in  the  right  place  okay
big  time  trust  issues .  big  time  commitment  issues .  painfully  independent  and  refuses  to  let  anyone  know  how  much  she  cares  about  them  until  she’s  like . .  Really  sure  that  they  aren’t  going  to  hurt  her
also  very  afraid  of  hurting  people ,  which  is  another  reason  why  she  struggles  to  get  attached  to  people .  she  definitely  has  this  deep - rooted  fear  that  Bad  Things  follower  her  and  she  doesn’t  want  to  drag  ppl  into  that
it’s  literally  a  toss - up  as  to  whether  she’s  going  to  seem  like  she’s  demanding  ur  attention  or  entirely  disinterested  in  it .  bc  she’s  all  over  the  place . 
but  like .  i’m  an  emotional  BITCH  so  she’s  probably  going  to  end  up  being  100000%  softer  than  i  intend  bc  i  project  too  much  soft  bitch  energy  onto  my  characters  Always .
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐈𝐈𝐈 :  𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .
so  many  things .  literally ,  anything .  just  a  disclaimer ,  if  u  read  thru  this  and  had  An  Idea  then  like .  yes  Pls  tell  me ,  i  want  it  xoxo 
but  here  are  some  i  have  up  in  the  old . .  noggin .
EXES .  please ,  please . .  for  the  love  of  GOD  give  me  some  angsty  exes  nonsense .  do  you  need  someone  who  broke  ur  characters  heart ?  consider  natalie  UR  GIRL .  she’s  Emotionally  Damaged  and  has  the  capacity  to  be  the  angstiest  ex  of  all  time ,  okay ?
give  her  a  weakness .  she  needs  someone  who  she’s  Actually  vulnerable  around  and  actually  sees  her  have  emotions  and  knows  she’s  not  just  this  huge  Mess  all  the  time
i  rly  want  someone  that  is  like .  from  the  same  ( ish )  bg  as  her  in  the  sense  that  like . .  they  also  were  surrounded  by  nice  clothes  n   expensive  private  schools  n  Luxury  but  like .  they  Thrive  in  it  the  way  natalie  used  to  wish  that  she  could .  n  just .  i  think  it  would  b  a  super  interesting  dynamic  bc  they  would  just !  clash !  so  intensely ! !  n  tbh  nat  would  probably  b  lowkey  jealous  Still  n .  spicy !
@ all  those  ppl  who  are  into  theatre :  i’m  Dying  for  some  connections  of  ppl  who  knew / knew  of  her  father  n  would  know  what  happened  w  him  perhaps  on  a  deeper  level  than  ppl  who  read  it  in  the  newspaper  a  few  yrs  ago . .  ( bonus  points  if  they  lowkey  idolized / looked  up  to  her  dad  bc  thats  a  Big  Mess  and  could  b  spicy  as  fuck  to  explore ,  u know ? ) 
idk  if  any  of  y’all  have  characters  who  grew  up  in / around  paris ?  but  if  there  are . .  then  Perhaps  someone  who  knew  her  in  her  youth ?
okay .  not  to  be  Trash  but  like .  i  rly  want  her  to  have  a  dynamic  that’s  jo  x  laurie  adjacent ?  do  they  have  to  be  in  love  w  her ?  no !  i  just  want someone  that  has  that  genuine  bond  w  her  and  they  care  abt  each  other  n  goof  around  n  like . .  i’m  already  getting  soft  on  main ,  huh , ,
she’s  soo  fucking  messy  that  like . .  all  the  messy  fwb / frenemies  with  benefits / one  night  stand  type  of  plots . .  yes  pls 
i  always  want  there  to  b  a  badass  girl  squad  like .  a  group  of  ladies  n  theydies  that  take  no  shit  n  get  in  fights  for  each  other  n  rly  truly  ride  or  die  w  each  other . .  we  can  workshop  the  name  ok  but  for  now ?  my  girl  squad  is  open  for  applications 
okay .  let  me  cut  myself  off  right  there  but  i’ll  leave  you  with  my  WANTED  CONNECTIONS  TAG  n  also  again  i’m 10000%  okay  to  just  brainstorm  out  something  else  completely  if  its  what  ur  feeling !
if  u  read  all / any  of  this . .  i  love  u . <3  either hmu on discord ( let's go 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓈 ! #6227 ) ksdjfskm  OR !  like  this  n  i  will  come  to  u !  okay ,  that’s  all ,  bye 
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Halestorm: The Strange Case Of... - Album Review
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As I have uploaded a ranking of this album to my YouTube channel I think it’s finally time for me to review it! This is my first time reviewing an album that’s not new haha also btw for anyone expecting poetic brilliance that’s not here it’s legit just me giving my opinions of the songs 😂. But this is my favourite Halestorm album (so far) and the only one I own (again, so far, I ordered self-titled with a gift card my uncle got me for my birthday haha) so why not review it 😂.
Love Bites (So Do I) - BOP. That’s it 😂. My full post on this song is linked in the song titles (as will all songs on here I’ve already posted about) but for an opener to the record man it’s SOLID. I love how it was inspired by their Slave to the Grind cover, and the tempo is so similar but it’s also really different sounding? Like, they didn’t just copy that song they took the tempo and made something of their own. Love it 😂.
Mz. Hyde - Ahh this song is so dark and creepy and HEAVY I love it 😂. The way it starts off so dark, then the verses are lighter as she sings about the nice side of herself, then the chorus gets dark again, ICONIC. I think I’ve also said this before but the “it’s me Lzzy I swear” is the most iconic line in Halestorm history and you can fight me on that. I also love the way it transitions SO neatly into the next banger...
I Miss The Misery - THIS TRANSITION KILLED ME ON FIRST LISTEN a lot of albums do neat transitions like this but I don’t think I’ve heard one more beautiful than this 😂. I think you should know by now this is not only my favourite Halestorm song but my favourite song just... ever? Like my post gives a proper discussion of the song (although it was one of my earlier posts so maybe I need to amend that lol) but this was the first Halestorm song I listened to, and I was HOOKED immediately. It’s so rock and roll but it has its own elements that just make it stand out, and no Halestorm song since has topped that. AND I’VE LISTENED TO A LOT OF HALESTORM 😂. So yeah, best song on the album, there you go.
Freak Like Me - Ahh my first post on here 😂. So I didn’t talk about the song like at all in this post so I best do that oops 😂. What I love about the song is the anthem quality it has, not just in the lyrics but musically the chorus really makes it stand out just among the freak community, possibly due to the guys’ backing vocals on the “freak like me” line itself, it just makes it a group effort and celebrates the unity of Halestorm and their fans. Another thing I LOVED was Lzzy’s scream before the riff, you know, the one that goes on for longer than the last note of So Much Better? The first time I heard that I was SHOOK, it just demonstrates Lzzy’s vocals so well 😂.
Beautiful With You - Oo, the start of the “ballad section” of the album. I think it’s pretty solid 😂. I’ll admit, when I first listened to this album I came looking for bops, so this section was kinda disappointing on first listen. Not because they were bad at all, I just was looking for songs similar to I Miss The Misery and Love Bites, so they sort of didn’t sit well with my brain? Too many ballads 😂. But having listened to the album and these songs more, and sort of understanding that this section is important to the record, I’ve grown to love them? And this one I did like on first listen, maybe it was the guitar but there was parts of the lyrics that really stood out to me, maybe not on a personal level but they were just nice, so I thought why not and I added it to my playlist 😂. I definitely prefer the heavier songs both on this album and in general usually, but this one has some really strong parts.
In Your Room - I think this was the first song I was really disappointed with on first listen? And it’s still not one of my favourites. The meaning behind this is really great, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong musically. I actually like the subtlety of the first chorus, it blends in nicely with the verses, then when the second one comes round it’s like a pleasant surprise 😂. I think it was the lyrics that bugged me, however, I don’t know if this is just my sadistic mind but I thought an interesting take on it would be a sort of creepy turn? Saying stuff like “I’m right outside your door” and stuff, if you take away the sentiment of the song it has the potential to be like a stalker song 😂. Maybe if it was on their first album it would have taken that direction? I just think that would have been interesting 😂.
Break In - (let’s just ignore the fact I’m buzzing about the studio version with Amy Lee that’s coming out this summer) This one I really have grown to love, again with stepping away from my need for heavy bangers I really appreciate this for what it is. There’s nothing complicated about it, it’s a simple piano ballad with some harmonies thrown in. I don’t think there’s been a song like this since? I mean, Dear Daughter was piano till the band came in, and Heart of Novocaine was acoustic guitar, but this being purely piano really makes it stand out, not just in this record but out of their discography. Idk, it’s simple, it’s heartfelt, I love it 😂.
Rock Show - Oooo... surprisingly this is my least favourite song off the album. I thought I’d love it, the concept and meaning behind it is amazing. I think it’s just something with me personally? Lyrically there’s not a lot to dislike, I love the descriptions of the experience at a rock gig as an audience member, it taps into that deeper feeling than just going to enjoy music, it is an experience on a higher level. However, because of the inspiration behind this song it uses “little girl” to address it... I don’t like that shit 😂. Idk if you know me but I hate being patronised, don’t call me little I’ll step on you 😂. So, I think this is a great song for that girl it was written for, but as an older person listening to this song it just doesn’t get to me.
Daughters of Darkness - Okay, this is where I feel addressed 😂. While Rock Show was dedicated to one young girl who enjoys rock gigs, this one is for ALL the ladies who love them. Similar to Freak Like Me it has an anthem feel to it, with the “na na na na na” bit (felt like I was quoting MCR there lol), but it’s like... specifically for the girls 😂. I think I mentioned this but I love the symphonic / orchestral additions to it? Reminds me of Nightwish (who are actually the only band I’ve seen live so far in my 19 years of existence), so that really adds a whole element of enjoyment for me personally. It’s one of the darker and heavier songs on the record (I mean the title does suggest that), and is one of my absolute favourites, was from the start. When I came to this album looking for bangers THIS ONE REALLY PROVIDED 😂.
You Call Me A Bitch Like It’s A Bad Thing - I relate to this one too much omg 😂. Lyrically, this is absolutely SCANDALOUS, but we love that and that’s the point of the song 😂. Little thing, I love the little chord progression in the intro and instrumentals of the song, just really cool idk what it adds I just love how it sounds 😂. Although I love that I think the lyrics is what makes me love this song, “see you next Tuesday” absolutely iconic 😂. I also love when she says “you call me a freak” and I’m like... WE ARE 😂. Just a little bit I noticed haha, but the concept of let’s sing the most outrageous shit and revel in being called a bitch is absolute class we love 😂.
American Boys - This one is also lower down on my list but it’s not bad at all 😂. It has a real classic rock and roll feel to it, and it is very American sounding which links nicely with the lyrics 😂. I think for most people this song wouldn’t really have a deeper meaning (idk if it does for you then let me know haha), but it’s more of just a casual celebration of the male species in the United States 😂. As I said in that post it does stand out in this album, as it’s not a strong anthem song, a deep personal ballad or embracing being sadistic and scandalous, but that sort of makes it stand out 😂.
Here’s To Us - Oh this song is so wholesome I love it 😂. Aside from this song probably being the only reason I can get through life at the moment (I legit listen to it whenever I get anxiety about anything, my parents, work, general shit I can’t deal with lol), the meaning behind this song is so simple yet so powerful? Just... celebrating Halestorm for who they are, what they’ve achieved, and embracing the bad times and recognising what they are capable of... you really have to know Halestorm to fully appreciate this song. When I first listened to it I had NO IDEA what it was about, I think I legit knew Lzzy’s name and that was it... so hearing this for the first time had no power behind it and I feel so bad, cos your first experience with this song should be the absolute power behind the meaning. Anyway when all the guys sing with Lzzy at the end my weave was snatched and it’s so adorable I love it this song just displays the absolute unit they are, and it really shows how unique of a band they are. Stan 😂.
Don’t Know How To Stop - Bonus tracks time! Honestly... this song is too perfect for the start of the bonus tracks I like... it’s iconic 😂. Since The Pretty Reckless’ Death by Rock and Roll came out today I’ve been listening to a lot of them and I see similarities lyrically between their stuff and this song, like the whole embracing going full force and going too far, like enjoying the rush of it? This song uses a lot of car and road imagery actually (imagery, oo, haven’t used that word since my exams), with “red lights” and “brakes are shot” (I should probably look in my booklet to see if that’s the correct lyric but I can’t be arsed so if it’s wrong soz), as if she’s saying living this extreme crazy rock and roll life is like a car speeding carelessly, and not having the brakes comes into not being able to stop this lifestyle? Idk there’s probably something else there but I’m not getting marked for this am I 😂.
Private Parts (ft. James Michael of Sixx:A.M.) - Okay... can I just start by saying this is a good song. It’s great 😂. Musically there’s nothing wrong with it, the chorus actually bops quite hard considering it’s a deeper song, so there’s nothing wrong there. Lyrically it’s good, I love how the verses are like the argument between these two people, but the first verse is almost like their thoughts aloud? Cos they’re not responding directly to each other, it’s like their own thoughts and feelings coming out, it works really well. But... I cannot listen to this song... I just laugh 😂. I’M SORRY I KNOW IT’S A BOP BUT WHEN SHE KEEPS GOING “SHOW ME YOUR PRIVATE PARTS” I FUCKING PISS MYSELF OKAY IT’S HILARIOUS I’M SORRY I'M SO IMMATURE BUT ALL SENTIMENT IS LOST IN IT 😂.
Hate It When You See Me Cry - Oof I feel this one too much, ngl I’m a little pissed it’s only a bonus track cos it’s the best deep ballad sort of song on the whole album just saying 😂. When they said Lzzy gave into the cheese for this record PRIME EXAMPLE RIGHT HERE PEOPLE fuck I love it 😂. I love how it starts soft, then the band just KICKS IN and while it remains soulful and softer it still SHREDS 😂. But man it was the lyrics that got me, and you know me, I’m not cheesy. I hate cheese both the food and the concept 😂. But for some reason here it doesn’t bother me at all?? Like in fact I LOVE it, the chorus is where it’s most cheesy but I think it fucking works 😂. I’ll inevitably do an individual post on this so I won’t analyse loads but fuck I feel this one 😂.
Overall man this album is a journey 😂. It starts off with the solid bangers, whiplashes into the deep ballads, then brings itself back up before slowing down a little and bringing it to a neat end 😂. I find it weird though that although on first listen I was disappointed with the amount of ballads and how not many songs slapped as hard as Love Bites and I Miss The Misery (fuck those two are the best 😂), but it was still what got me obsessed with Halestorm? Like how could I be “so disappointed” with it yet constantly listen to it and actually fucking BUY the album 😂. I think I was salty cos I came looking for bangers but now I just embrace it all 😂.
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