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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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Made a post about Eddie's mother and now this is happening apparently | now also on ao3 as a multi chapter fic

Two years after Eddie discovered the identity of his mother, Nancy Wheeler arrives at Hawkins High. She's still tiny – comparable to Eddie when he was fourteen and had yet to hit his growth spurt – and she's practically glued to this tall ginger girl with thick glasses at all times.

Eddie can't help but look at her whenever they cross paths, and it doesn't take long before he has to draw the disillusioned conclusion that the two of them couldn't possibly be more different from each other. She's nothing like Eddie, with his perpetually loud and boisterous presence, but rather the kind of girl who's always quietly giggling with her friend in a corner of the cafeteria or in the library doing homework. She's very pretty and Eddie strongly suspects she could easily be hanging out with the popular crowd, if she wanted to – he sees how certain guys look at her. But she doesn't seem too interested in any of that, rather sticking with her nerdy friend and dedicating her time to the kind of extracurriculars that ambitious girls are supposed to do.

'Eddie! Hey, Eddie! Munson!'

Jeff has to snap his fingers in front of Eddie's face before he finally gets his attention.

'What?' Eddie startles.

'I've been talking to you for like, the past ten minutes. What the hell can be more important to you than the plot of The death of Captain Marvel?'

Eddie has to muster all his self-restraint to not look over Jeff's shoulder across the cafeteria to where Nancy Wheeler and her friend are sitting two tables over. But alas, he is not exactly known for his vast amounts of self-restraint.

Jeff follows his gaze and gasps.

'Nancy Wheeler?' he hisses emphatically under his breath, leaning closer towards Eddie. 'Dude, are you kidding me?'

'Jeff,' Eddie says, flatly, to stop him.

But Jeff marches on. 'The jocks won't stop talking about her, man! Don't you dare become like that, you –'

'Ew,' is all Eddie has to say to that. 'Dude, you are so wrong, it's not even funny.'

Jeff risks another glance over his shoulder.

'Her friend is cute,' he says.

'Wasn't looking at her friend either,' Eddie answers, accompanying his words with an eye-roll.

A smile crosses over Jeff's face. 'Good,' he establishes.

Luckily, if there's anything Eddie is good at, it's to take an opportunity when he sees one: he latches onto this fascinating piece of information and spends the rest of their lunch break teasing Jeff relentlessly about his little crush on a certain freckled freshman.

He's pretty sure that Jeff is way too shy to ever ask any girl out – and even though Eddie might be pretty damn stupid, he's not exactly stupid enough to meddle in this one. That'd be a recipe for a disaster of boundless extent.

He can't help but wonder what it'd be like, though. He knows it's an utterly useless daydream in multiple aspects, the most important one being the way he sees Barbara Holland looking at Nancy. It easily betrays to him that the chances are very slim that Jeff would be her type in any way. But he still can't stop imagining what his life could be like if Jeff and Barbara were dating. He imagines the four of them hanging out together. He imagines getting to know Nancy, really getting to know her. He imagines the two of them seeking out each other's company whenever their two best friends would be doing stupid date stuff. They'd become fast friends, even though they'd seem like an unlikely pair; they'd simply have this instant familiarity around each other, connect like they were always meant to be bound to each other in some kind of way, despite all their differences. He'd come to her house all the time, get to know her - his - family, learn all about her secrets, her hopes and dreams... She'd joke about Eddie having become like an older brother to her and he'd get just as close to Mike and baby Holly... Maybe he'd even grow closer to Karen. She'd take him under her wing, make him homemade cookies like she's done for all her other kids, and give him a look, every now and then, that told him that she knew who he was, and that she was sorry...

He knows it's not good for him to lose himself in those kind of daydreams. He's always been a big daydreamer, but this one is becoming an obsession that borders on being unhealthy. More often than not, he'll zone out in class losing himself in scenarios where he's somehow a part of the family in the big house in Maple Street. Not only does it feel ungrateful towards Uncle Wayne and is it ruining his already questionable grades, it's also a special kind of torture for himself, to be dedicating so much of his time inserting himself into a family that will never actually be his.

'You're Eddie Munson, aren't you?'

He almost drops his lunchbox one day when he's at his locker and Nancy suddenly appears out of nowhere behind him.

'Jesus, you scared me, can you not sneak up on me like that?!' he blurts out to conceal how his heart is suddenly beating in his throat. Fuck, he never really wanted to talk to her, that was never part of the plan. He didn't even know she knew who he was in the first place!

Looking into her eyes is the most difficult thing of all. No matter how different the two of them are, those eyes are proof of what they have in common: almost too big for their faces and so expressive that every emotion they have is easily betrayed in their gazes. Looking at her, really looking at her, shows him the phantom life that could've never been his anyway more clearly than anything else.

He sees himself, two years old, holding a newborn in his arms. He sees the two of them giggling and playing with a baby through the bars of a playpen four years later. He sees them on a playground, swinging side by side and getting mud on their hands in a sandbox. He sees the two of them grow older: him making her laugh by making up silly stories about her barbies, her practicing with make-up on his face, him sharing his newfound love for good music with her; the two of them dramatically complaining about their parents together, him teaching her to play guitar, her on his bed talking about boys; all taking place in that big house that Eddie will never even set foot in, because he belongs there just as much as the raccoons that sometimes plague their trashcans.

'Are you stalking me?'

Eddie blinks. The way she looks at him knocks the breath right out of his lungs: her chin is tilted upwards and there's something almost defiant in the way her eyebrows are curved. Suddenly, she seems to have much more in common with Eddie than he thought, this freshman girl with neatly braided hair challenging the local trailer trash drug dealer without an ounce of timidity.

'Uhhhh,' he dumbly says.

'Do you want something from me?'

'N-no,' he stutters.

'Then stop staring at me all the time, creep,' she says sharply.

Before he can say anything else, she turns her back to him and walks away.

He knows pretty damn well he shouldn't stare, but he finds himself glued to the floor, unable to look anywhere else while Nancy's tiny frame disappears among the crowds of students filling the school halls.

This one hurts more than anything else; even more than that time just after he found out, when he was soaking wet and staring into the Wheelers' warmly lit kitchen from behind the bushes in their garden.

She has no clue who he is; no clue how closely their lives are intertwined. She didn't see in his eyes what he saw in hers. Of course she didn't. How could she? He's just Eddie Munson, the school freak, after all. Completely and utterly incomparable to little miss perfect Nancy Wheeler. He's the weirdo whose creepy gaze she had intercepted one too many times in the cafeteria, making her so uncomfortable that she felt the need to stand up for herself and say something about it.

God, he needs to let this go.

Update: pt3 is now here

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #edancy siblings #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #jeff stranger things #barbara holland #fruity ficlet #stranger things #fanfic

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niabang · 5 months

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The Summer it Came True

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Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

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Two days had passed since you bumped into him at the store.

Two days had passed since you saw his face again after what felt like forever.

Two days had passed since you realised my feelings for him were still very much there.

Two days had passed since you exchanged numbers.

Two days had passed, and he hadn't texted you.

We're you supposed to text first? Was he waiting for you to text him? You surely couldn't do that. You didn't want to seem thirsty. You had to take your mind off all this. You still didn't have designs ready for the collection. Some summer this was.

You were making myself a quick sandwich when you saw your phone light up from a message, and you just knew it was him, so you instantly dropped what you were doing and picked up your phone.

...

Chan

Hey

You

Chan

I stopped by the old neighbourhood today to visit friends, and your house still looks the exact same way it did before I left. The only difference is that no one was in it. I would have loved to see your parents again. Maybe I'll check back another time.

You

Chan... my parents died in a car crash six years ago. I stay at the beach house every summer now. That's why no one was at home.

Chan

Are you pulling my legs right now, Kel?

What do you mean?

No one told me anything, not even my mom

I'm so sorry that happened, Kel

I shouldn't have said that

I'm so sorry

You

No, don't worry, it's fine.

You didn't know

How could you have known?

Just forget about it. I'm okay.

Chan

So what's going on with you?

You

Well, for starters, after mom and dad died, they left everything to me. The houses, cars, and the entire company. I became the ceo of a multi-million dollar company at the age of 20. And I'm currently drowning in work. Other than that, nothing too interesting. You?

Chan

Oh, that's definitely not what I expected to hear. So, no parties or boyfriends or?

I already told you everything that was up with me when we bumped into each other at the store. That was pretty much it.

You

Oh, so what do you plan to do while you're here?

Chan

Well, I have two weeks here in Sydney and two weeks in Melbourne because of family, so I'm just trying to meet up with old friends, but things have changed a lot. No one actually still lives in the neighbourhood except you, Ryan, and Jade.

You

Yep, everyone did leave eventually. Some of them probably live in other countries now. I didn't keep in touch that much to know what happened to everyone.

Chan

Oh...

It'd be nice to catch up sometime

You

I'm sorry I have to go now

I'm getting a call from work

Bye chan

Why did Angie have to call you now? Why now? She called was probably calling to know how the designs were going and how were you going to tell her that you didn't have anything yet?

You looked back at your sandwich on the table and reread the chats from your conversation. Why did he ask about boyfriends? Why did he care? He said he wanted to meet up with you. Did he truly want to see you, or were you just his only hope because everyone else was gone?

Hours passed after your little conversation with chan. It was evening now, and your butt had fully merged with your office chair. You had made some progress with the designs, but you didn't really like them, so you decided to keep those and start new ones.

You got thirsty, so you went downstairs for a drink, and that was when you heard a knock on your door. Nobody except Angie, your secretary and CJ knew knew the address to the beach house, and from what you knew, CJ was in Paris for a show, and Angie was still at work. Who could it be? You didn't order anything either, so you weren't expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" You asked, looking through the peephole, but you didn't see anyone, and no one answered, so you threw caution out the window and opened the door.

You opened the door only to be met with no one. Was someone pulling a prank on you? You were just about to shut the door and go about your business when someone wedged their foot in between it, and this wasn't just a random person it was HIM. It was Chan. What was he doing here? Why did he have a box of chocolates in his hand?

"Hi." He said with a smile on his face. You had fully opened the door now, so you just stood looking looking at each other.

"Oh my God, chan, you scared me. What are you doing here? More importantly, how did you find your way here?"

"C'mon kel have some faith in me. Things did change but not that much. Of course, I still remember the beach house."

"Oh." You said, not knowing what else to say.

"Can I come in?" He asked. You totally forgot that you were just standing on opposite sides of your door staring at each other.

"Oh yeah, sure. I'm sorry." You moved out of the way so he could make his way in. As you turned back towards him from locking the door, you were met with Chan handing out the box of chocolates to you.

"Oh, thank you. But why?" You said while stretching out my hands to collect the box like you weren't about to explode.

"It's the least I could do after disappearing for years. It's nothing." He answered your question.

It wasn't nothing. In fact, it was everything. The man you had feelings for just gave me a box of chocolates. You were losing it.

You told him to have a seat on one of the couches, and you made your way to the kitchen to drop the box of chocolates on the island

"Do you want anything?" You asked from the kitchen.

"Just water is fine." He replied. You got a bottle of water out from the fridge and handed it to him.

"Thank you. I honestly came by to see you because everything you told me about you working reminded me of me. You shouldn't keep yourself cooped up in here. I spend so much time working that i barely have time for anyone. Not even myself. I don't want that to happen to you." Chan said when he had taken a sip of water

"Well, you're about six years late, but I'll give you an A for effort." He laughed a bit when you said that and then patted the empty spot next to him on the sofa to signal you to sit down. You honestly forgot that you were still standing. This whole situation was still a bit shocking to you.

"What I'm trying to say is it's summer. You should take a break. Let me take you out tonight. Just to clear your head."

Did you hear properly, or were you having auditory hallucinations? Did he just offer to take you out? All of a sudden? Was this like a date? Of course, it wasn't a date he just wanted to catch up because he hadn't been around, and you were the only one accessible to him.

You stood there not knowing what to say so he told you that if you didn't want to come you didn't have to but you reassured him that you did want to (like you would ever pass on the opportunity to go out with him) and he should give you a few minutes to get ready. He was dressed in black cargo pants, a white shirt, and a black hat, so you decided to mirror him a bit.

You put on black cargo shorts and a cropped white tank, then coupled it with a black shrug, white socks, black platform converses, and a black mini backpack to keep your things in.

You combed my curls out, put on some light makeup, and made my way downstairs.

"Okay, I'm ready. Where exactly are we going?" You asked.

"Is the old amusement park still open at this time? I haven't been there in years." He replied your question with a question.

"Yeah, it is." You said.

"Okay, so let's go there."

"Wow, so so you didn't even have anything planned. What if the park had closed down or something?" You said sarcastically.

"Then we would have driven around till we found something to do. Now stop talking and let's go."

"Let me just grab my keys." You told him.

"Give them to me. I'll drive." He said, stretching out his hand to collect the key

"No, it's my car. I'll drive and you be my passenger princess." That was funny if you said so yourself.

"No. I insist I drive since I'm the one who suggested the outing." It was clear that you were both stubborn, and this debate on who should drive was not going to end anytime soon.

"Should we just rock, paper, scissors for it?" You suggested. He agreed, and he ended up winning. He happily took the keys from your hand and started the car while you turned off lights in the house and locked up.

You joined him in the car through the passenger seat, and he reminded you to use your seat belt for safety. You wanted to tell him that you knew very well how cars worked, but decided it was best not to say anything.

You both ended up talking about his experience in Korea, and you were more than shocked to find out that he trained for seven years without any assurance that he would debut. He only debuted in 2018. He had been a trainee longer than he had been an idol.

"We're here." He said when you arrived at the gate.

You both got out of the car and made your way to the ticketing booth, and there you had another argument about who would put money on the ride and games card.

You ended up agreeing to split the bill half and half, and proceeded to go on the rides. You couldn't help but notice just how much of a baby he still was. The way he squealed and giggled when we got on particularly scary rides, was so precious to you. He even begged for you guys not to go into the haunted house and you almost cried laughing.

It made you think about everything he told you about being a trainee for seven years and how his childhood was basically taken away from him because he wanted to pursue his dreams.

He gave up his youth for his future.

After you had gotten on basically every ride in the park, you found some benches and sat on one together. There was an awkward silence for some minutes, and you were lost in his beautiful features, but you were snapped out of thought when he got up from the bench and told you that he'd be back.

You almost wanted to follow him, but for some reason, you decided to sit back and wait. Some minutes after, he came back with an entire tray of food.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I just got the same thing for the both of us." He said sitting down.

You looked at what he had got, and it was hotdogs, fries, and milkshakes. You were about to combust. This man was so nice and caring. He was perfect.

By the time you were done eating, it was a little bit after 11, and you definitely couldn't go on rides after eating, so you decided to get going.

He wanted to return the games card to you before you parted ways, but you told him to keep it because he might want to come back sometime before he left, and surprisingly, he didn't argue. He just said thank you and kept it in his wallet.

The Uber that he had ordered to take him back to his hotel room had arrived, so he handed me my keys. we both said goodbye to each other and parted ways.

You didn't want him to leave yet, but what were you supposed to say? Chan, don't go. I have feelings for you?

By the time you got home, you had received a text from him.

...

Chan

Thank you for today

I haven't had this much fun in a while

You

What are you thanking me for?

I should be thanking you. You finally got me to have some fun, and plus, you suggested it

Chan

Hey, I was wondering...

It's kind of lonely in my hotel room, and I have no one to hang out with, but you.

If it's not too inconveniencing, could I come stay in the beach house with you for the remaining time I have in Sydney?

You

Typing...

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK?

Hi guys! ❤️

If anyone here wants to be added to a permanent taglist for this series feel free to tell me. I would really appreciate it. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!

-Nia

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overdevelopedglasses · 5 months

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Sunday Six time!

My Sunday is very hectic today, hence the early post, and I was worried I wouldn't have much to share bc of finals week, but a 4 hour road trip pulled through!

A lot of fics got released this week by the conglomerate (including mine!), and I need to read them (only got to 2, iirc) but I'm sure they're all great!

Speaking of, the usual peeps are getting tags: @carbonatedcalcium @fire-tempers-steel @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @mike----wazowski @four-white-trees and @skysquid22

If you see this, you write RGG stuff (or even if you don't!) + you want to be included, tag me in your post and I'll throw you in the tags next week!

Got some more Survive!Mine food for all of you guys (hey @lordichamo come see your son), with a fun annoucement: it's a multi-chaptered fic now! (My first one too oh good god) Either all chapters will (essentially) release at once this week, or they'll come out day by day. One of the two.

With that, here's a bit from Chapter 1!

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Using the differing pieces of furniture strewn at various points of the room, Mine makes his way to the large yet still pretty empty closet. He puts on a faded maroon shirt, buttoning the buttons one by one, and grabs a sky blue tie. It would be a bit too bright of a shade for him to enjoy normally, but he's grown to like it. He slips on a pair of jeans that aren't too tight, a black vest, and slides his black sneakers on. He shuffles to the door, grabbing his support canes and descends down the stairs.

He rounds the corner and enters the main space of Survive proper. Kashiwagi waves at him from behind the bar.

“You really should try the hair-down look one day. I think it'd suit you, and it'd help to change things up once in a while.”

Mine blows a strand of said hair out of his face in lieu of a vocal response. He had been meaning to get his hair cut, but he wasn't in the state to get to the hair salon, nor did either of them own a vehicle.

“Maybe one day. I'm going to get cleaned up in the meantime.”

Kashiwagi chuckles at his response.

“Suit yourself. Don't trip on your way there.”

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #sunday six #survive!mine au #mine yoshitaka #kashiwagi osamu #this thing can fit so many ideas *slaps fic like that one meme*#i have to change the summary of the thing now since its multi-chapter LMAO #i'll worry about that later #excited to see everyone's stuff #this AU is running wild and that's fine by me

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george-weasleys-girl · 3 days

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North Star Series

Chapter 49 - Two April Fools

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Summary: The twins celebrate their birthday.

Warnings: a couple mentions of sex

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Two cakes for two brothers. Orange and chocolate for Fred and strawberry for George. Y/N insisted on baking George's herself, causing a minor fuss with Molly, who considered it her motherly duty to bake all her children's birthday cakes.

In the end, they compromised by using fresh strawberries from Molly's garden, which Y/N planned on using in the first place and baking it at the Burrow under Molly's close supervision.

"You know, you could've just made me one at home and not told mum. Then I'd have two cakes," George whispered to her as they relaxed on the sofa after cake and presents.

"Oh," Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment. "I didn't think of that." Then she shrugged. "Well, it's the first time I've been able to properly help you celebrate. If you remember correctly, our first year together, you were down with the flu. And, the second year, I was in the States. It was important to me to do this for you."

George's eyes softened at that, and he pulled her closer.

"And besides," Y/N continued, settling into his warmth. "Molly's gonna have to pass the torch at some point."

"Hey, it's your head on the chopping block, not mine," her husband shrugged and chuckled.

"Oh gee, thanks, dear. Your support is overwhelming," she said with mock sarcasm and playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hey now, no need to get violent!" George joked, tickling her and making her squeal much louder than either of them expected.

"What's going on in there?" Molly's voice bellowed from the kitchen.

"Y/N's giving George a special birthday gift," Ginny hollered back, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"WHAT?" Molly thundered around the corner.

Arthur, who'd dozed off in his chair, snapped awake, looking around in confusion.

George and Y/N froze and stared at Ginny before pulling her into their melee.

Fred burst out laughing. "Bravo, Ginny, bravo!" He exclaimed with pride.

Hermione's face turned a bright red, and pointedly turned away to hide her embarrased giggle.

And, Ron nearly choked on his second slice of cake, prompting Harry to slap him hard on the back several times.

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"Ah damn, wish I could've been there. Sounds like our little sister isn't so little anymore," Bill laughed, taking a swig of whiskey. "Shame Fleur couldn't make it either. I'm sure she would've gotten a good laugh out of it, too."

Ginny beamed and Y/N smiled at her sister-in-law's happy expression. She was glad that Ginny had finally accepted Fleur into the family. It'd irked Y/N that both Ginny and Molly had spent the past couple of months treating Fleur like a pariah. Y/N knew exactly what that was like, having once been on the receiving end of Molly's discontent, but at least she'd had Ginny on her side.

Poor Fleur didn't even have that. Y/N did her best to make the french girl feel welcome when Bill brought her around, but it had been hard with both of the Weasley women punching down on her.

"...well, we're happy you got to come to the after-party," her husband spoke, pulling Y/N from her thoughts.

"Me too," Bill raised his glass. "And it's a lovely evening for it."

After the official birthday party, all the siblings headed over to George and Fred's apartment, where they all relaxed on the rooftop, enjoying the warm night with bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer.

"I love this seating area you put up here," Hermione said, sinking into the pillowy sofa. "So comfy and cozy. You must spend a lot of time up here."

"Used to," George said. "Not so much anymore, what with the cold winter winds and now Deatheaters flying about all over the damn place."

"But this is a special occasion," Fred said cheerfully. "And we put some extra wards up earlier to make it safer, including one that will render us invisible temporarily," he added, hoping to ease the sudden worried expression on Harry's face.

"For how long?" Harry asked.

"Couple hours," George answered. "Don't worry, mate, we're keeping an eye on the clock."

"Yeah, Harry," Ron patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Fred and George won't let anything happen to you. Hell, they won't even prank you - "

"Oh! That reminds me!" Fred interrupted, jumping up. "It's almost time for the grand finale."

"Grand finale?" A confused look passed across Y/N's face, eyes darting from one twin to the other.

"We were up to more than just warding the place while you baking with mum this morning," George winked.

Y/N's expression shifted from confusion to apprehension. "What did you do?" She asked slowly.

"Oh, nothing much," Fred shrugged. "It's just that we were a bit disappointed that we couldn't prank Filch this year. So we decided to do the next best thing. Prank a few Deatheaters!"

"WHAT?" Ginny stared at Fred.

"Hey, you sound just like mum did earlier today!" Fred teased.

Ginny stood and pointed her finger at her brother. "Don't try to change the subject!" She said, stepping toward him.

Y/N continued to glare from her husband to her brother-in-law. "Spill it, you two."

George moved to stand beside Fred, both of them grinning like fools. "Well, you see, Freddie got this last minute idea," he began. "So, we gathered up all the muggle fireworks we had in stock."

"And then disguised ourselves as Deatheaters," Fred continued. "It wasn't hard. We just mussed up our hair and made ourselves look like we haven't bathed in a year."

George grinned and nodded. "And we charmed the fireworks to go off..." the younger twin paused to check the time. "In about ten minutes. Then we snuck down to Knockturn Alley and tossed 'em around in random places."

"YOU WHAT??" Six voices shouted in perfect synchronization.

The two pranksters' eyes widened in surprise for the briefest of moments before their grins returned even bigger than before.

"C'mon, we can see the action best from over here," Fred waved them over to the right side of the roof.

George hung back and wrapped his arm around Y/N, who was still giving him the stink eye.

"I can’t believe you did that," she hissed. "After all that talk about me walking alone at night when I got back, and then you go and do this. This was like ten times more dangerous."

"But I wasn't alone. I had Fred," he explained.

"Yes, but you went into their territory," Y/N pointed out. "That was just asking for it."

"Nothing bad happened, love," he pled.

"But it could have," his wife countered, looking away. "You could've been captured or killed," she added with a trembling voice.

George stopped and stepped in front of her. "We were really careful. No one saw what we were doing or recognized us. We took every precaution." He lifted her chin with his fingers, meeting her gaze eye-to-eye. "And it won't happen again. Promise. It was only for our birthday."

Y/N looked at him for a long moment. "Good," she said finally. "Because you're really damn close to not getting laid tonight." Then she stepped around him quickly, hoping he didn't notice the smirk playing on her lips.

"Hey! Now wait minute, baby!" George hurried after her. "That's not fair!"

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Y/N couldn't help the giggles that overtook her, watching panicked Deatheaters running around, aiming their wands in every direction, trying to stop the never-ending barrage of firecrackers. If it had it been anyone else, Y/N would've been deeply concerned for their welfare and very upset with George and Fred. But these were Deatheaters. They kidnapped, tortured, and killed people for fun. And they had a bounty on one of her dearest friend's head.

Of all the things the twins could've done to them, she figured they'd got off pretty light.

"Well, that was quite the explosive ending to a great day," Ron said as they descended the stairs to the apartment.

Harry nodded. "I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard."

"Glad you enjoyed it, mate," Fred clapped him on the back. "You deserve a good laugh."

"We all do," Hermione chimed in, a sly grin spread across her face.

"Hey, you know you did good when Hermione's praising you," Ginny joked, slipping beside Harry. Fred cocked an eyebrow at the move but said nothing.

"When are you all headed back to Hogwarts," Bill asked, addressing the younger crowd.

"Tonight," Ron sighed. "Gotta be back for classes in the morning. You know how it - "

Ron's voice faded into the distance as George once again pulled Y/N away.

"I know you enjoyed it," he said, grinning. "You were giggling like crazy."

"I did enjoy it," she responded, keeping her gaze straight ahead.

"So..." George probed. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

"Of course you're forgiven," she replied, still not looking at him.

"Cool. Cool," he said, nodding. "And does that mean - "

"I'll consider it," Y/N teased, turning to look at him with a wide smirk.

George's mouth fell open. "But I'm the birthday boy..."

"Indeed you are," she kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, my love." Then, without another word, she turned and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, leaving her poor, confused husband in the dust.

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Up next: The Birthday Boy (NSFW)

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yonemurishiroku · 11 months

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Please tell me you actually plan to write that Time Travel Nico AU or if it's written somewhere. I also wonder in this AU, how Older Nico would manipulate his younger self to act around Percy and the others. Would he tell him to tell Percy about his crush before so they can be real friends from now on or just to be a true lone wolf?

OH MY GOD someone's interested in my Time-Travel AU!!! 😭👀 Hiiiii I just want to say that I'm so glad you like it jadhsajkda

To answer your questions:

Technically, I have no plan for the Time-Travel AU with Nico as the antagonist, since, you know, I don't even have a plot. 🤣 All I have is concepts and random scenes I think would be cool if I were to write that. I don't do multi-chaptered, long fic either. I did once and it didn't end well, so I have been writing oneshots every since.

HOWEVER, I am planning to write a Time-Travel oneshot! 🤗👀✨ It won't follow the outlines I posted but is basically a rewrite (does it count as a rewrite if technically Rick didn't even write it?) of what transpired between The Titan's Curse and The Battle of the Labyrinth; featuring:

1/ An Older Nico, who is a God and cares a lot for his younger self.

2/ Luke Castellan (and Minos if I have enough willpower)

3/ A little bit Hades in Nico's childhood in Venice.

It would take some time since I'm snowed under with schoolwork atm but I'd definitely write this just bc no one else would but me. 🤣 This is a lot different from my original Time-Travel AU plot. If anything, I do hope you'd like it. 🥺

To your second question: I think it'd depend a lot in what kind of people the Older/Future Nico is, but ultimately, he wouldn't force his younger self - both in the canon universe and my AU.

Because more than anyone - he understand the clearest how painful it was to hold that crush, and how horrible it felt to have your secret ripped out of your chest. The Older Nico know how much his past-self was struggling, and he experienced Cupid too. He absolutely would not bestow it upon himself.

The only thing he would do regarding the crush is perhaps reassuring Nico, that it's fine - and it'd be fine. Things may be hard (lowkey foreshadowing Cupid), but there's nothing wrong with him or his feelings. The F!Nico - knowing the challanges awaiting - wouldn't alter the course of events as he believes it'd cause consequences, but he can offer the Present Nico some support he knew would be appreciated to overcome said challanges.

I did write in another post (in the same Time-Travel AU), that the Future!Nico would demolish Cupid once the god finishes his business with the Present Nico. The F!Nico wouldn't stop Cupid - the past needs to stay as the past - but whatever doesn't affect the Present Nico's experiences, he can do as he wants. Including taking revenge on Cupid.

As I've said - it'd be widely different if we follow the canon universe and imagine the F!Nico as a happy person, nonetheless, since we're taking this in MY AU - aka where the Nico of the Future has fallen to his devastating fate, I'd say all concepts of friendships and companions (with Percy or the Seven - Hazel is a bit of a special case) are unforgivable to him.

Since I've built this AU with the Older Nico as the antagonized antagonist, it's natural that this Nico would be filled with despair and vengance. He would know better than be outright hostile to the Seven or the other demigods, but he doesn't have any reason to be peachy with those who would later betray him either. So yeah, basically more of a Lone Wolf.

He'd also manipulate his younger self, yes - that's the whole thing why I came up with this AU in the first place jashdjkahdksa. The Nico from the Future has gone through horrible betrayals - he definitely wouldn't wish that on his younger self, now that he's here to warn him.

But time has its course, and the Older Nico would know better than accuse people of something they technically haven't committed yet - we all know how protective Nico is of his friends. He would stay by the sideline, planting seeds of doubt in Nico's head whilst preparing him of what's waiting.

That's everything I currently have in store for this AU. 🤗🤗🤗 Again, thank you a lot for the chance to ramble LOL this AU is my dedication and I'm dedicated to it on a spiritual level, the same goes to every Time Travel AU that has Nico taking care of his younger self ajksdhkjd.

If anything, don't be hesitate to share with me what you have in mind for time travel AUs too!!!

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #yone au #time travel au #selfcest au #time travel #older nico #selfcest #cupid (pjo)#percy jackson #luke castellan #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw?#yone writing

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vermillioncrown · 1 year

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✨ 👀 🤲

something something flattery gets you everywhere lol

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

uh... i have a very strong and distinct narrative voice. i think that translates into clear delineations between character voices in my fics

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

so, i don't have a definitive new wip and want to work on what i currently have. but! i was planning talks w @rozaceous to maybe think of a short multi-chapter naruto oc. very two-kids-in-a-trench-coat vibe.

hm... i guess it counts... there are a bunch of what-ifs one shots for ball is life. that's where i was practicing writing stuff. yknow 😏

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

(uuggghhh... so a lot of the 'later' stuff i have is either too far ahead and will be extreme spoilers, or are too far ahead and are now outdated... and i don't wanna give false promises)

so here's something from dream before daybreak ch 20

"Our last duel ended in a draw," Wei Wuxian called out in a singsong tone. "We should add incentives for this bout!"

I ignored him to stretch out my shoulders. Cultivation or not, it was still best to be gentle with my rotator cuffs.

"Let me call you by 'Zhu Lin' if I win - that is your birth name, right?"

The fucking audacity of it all had me turn my full attention back to him, stretching neglected. "Stakes should carry equal value. This one wants nothing that Wei-Gongzi can offer."

"Zhu Yunxun is known for his strict observance of propriety… among his peers, at least," Wei Wuxian said with mocking. "What if I offer 'Wei Ying' in return?"

"An unnecessary gesture."

"Ha, that's what Lan Zhan said at first, and yet the indomitable Second Jade of Lan was worn down." Wei Wuxian's cheeriness was endless. "If it is like that with Lan Zhan, then surely we're as close as that?"

What even was 'that'? In front of all my fellow sect disciples and honored master, you allude to a 'that'?

All the Shuangfeng kids were watching like vultures, and Hou-Shifu's earlier smile turned back to his normal sweaty grimace. And yet, here Wei Wuxian stood, with shamelessness that could only be topped if he stripped naked.

"At least, I'd like to think so," he continued, grin dialed back to a winsome smile.

My whole back itched as I turned away to position myself at a distance. He took my ready stance as a confirmation and readied himself.

Hou-Shifu waved off our start.

Like I said since my journeyman trip, Wei Wuxian didn't know how to fight hand-to-hand beyond messy brawling. Predictable, over- and under-committing in all the wrong ways and at the same time. Maybe it'd be nice to take this singular moment, this one fated chance, to deck the protagonist as hard as I could in the throat.

(… fuck, it was tempting.)

He stepped in and feinted a cross, hoping to take initiative. There have been enough punches thrown my way in this second life that I moved forward to avoid his attack, using his arm to guide me in rather than retreat with instinctive caution.

Then an automatic hook, swinging wide and already past my arm because of positioning, what would be a tight follow-up if not for his lost feint -

Wei Wuxian's wide-eyed look, as he tumbled over my feet from his fist being pulled forward, didn't bring me as much joy as I thought it would. It was like that instant you overeat an indulgent dessert - immediate loss of appeal and appetite.

My hand pulling him switched to stopping his collapse towards me with a forearm. The jab to the throat lost form and resulted in a flick across his Adam's apple with the back of my index and middle fingers. It would, at the very least, feel weird and annoying even if harmless.

For once, Wei Wuxian didn't need someone to call him off. He nearly tripped backwards, rubbing at his throat and coughing. "… then, this would happen to be the area of expertise for the Yenan-Gongzi," he said, looking ungratefully wide-eyed and doleful.

#inquiry #Anonymous #verm ask game #fanfic #on dbd

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dutifullyshamelessearthquake · 5 months

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If it’s your thing would you write a Xiaother sick fic?

I absolutely can! It'd have to be either be a different au since it would clash with the established relationships in my current au, or I could keep it completely platonic and write it in my current au (as Xiao and Aether are friends in this AU and do spend time together!)

So if this is something you want to request, go ahead! It might just take me a while to get to requests since I have a lot of multi-chapter projects I want to focus on after the Halloween fics.

(fun fact, I used to like Xiaother more than Albether, but this AU has literally made me fall head over heels in love with Albether)

#earthquake author's note

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an-abyss-of-stars · 1 year

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✨Fic Updates!!✨

✵It's Visceral And It's Cruel✵

I'M SORRY!! Writer's block is a bitch and she has me by the throat!!! I've been stuck on this chapter for agessssss and I can't seem to move past the blockage!!

I've got like 2k words done for it and I'm struggling, I have all the plot points in my notes, I just can't seem to verbalize themmm, UGH frustrating 😭😭 I'm going to keep trying this weekend though!! It's an Aemond focused chapter, and I am excited for it, I just need to find an angle on it and then I'll be good!

I might've shot myself in the foot by not including him in the flashback/prologue parts 🤣🤣 Because now I kind of need to catch up with the feelings of his childhood that lead up into the character/man he's become...or I might just skip to his feelings that immediately occurred after his first interaction with Rhaena and deal with the rest later 🤔 we'll see.

☾ He Saw Her At Daybreak ☾

I'M doing a whole lot better with updating this fic! Idk what it is about smut/fluff that's just so much easier to write...well I do know...it's because there's no stress with this one 🤣🤣

Anywaysssss, I've started ch.6, there will be a couple of time jumps in this one. Without spoiling too much, this chapter is definitely the start of the preggo Rhaena arc! She's going to start *showing* in this chapter, cravings might also start!! Overprotective husband Aemond is coming into play, as well as is the horny-preggo Rhaena arc!! I'm actually VERY excited! 😌💖

⚜️One Shots!⚜️

I'm going to blame this on my IVAIC writers block! But I've got a few Rhaemond plots that I really do want to write and I think they could definitely work as One Shots. They're ideas that either don't really work in either of my main fics, or they're not fully fledged ideas that could last for a multi-part series. So maybe I'll drop some! I figure most of them will have at least a little smut to them, knowing me they probably will 😂😂

🔷Sequel Series!🔷

BUT FINALLY SPEAKING OF MULTI-PART FICS! If anyone remembers when I posted that little character bio for Vaella Targaryen from my Her Saw Her At Daybreak universe (Rhaemond's firstborn child...which by the way, I have another one ready to post in my drafts! Coming soon!) Anyways while I've been creating character art and personalities for all of their babies (6 in total at the moment) I started feeling SUPER attached to this next gen of Targ babies! And talking with a friend of mine who's been reading this HSHAD, I brought up the idea of possibly doing a Part #3 to this series!

So Rhaemond would still be the heart and soul of that fic. Except they'd be older and in a more Daemyra era position, like all 6 kids would be in their late teens/early 20s with their own shenanigans and drama, the chaos and wild love stories! We'd also have Jace and Baela's grown kids, Luke and Daenaera's (this ship will be hinted and shown during HSHAD) grown kids. We'd have grown Jaehaera, Jaehaerys, Aegon III and Viserys II too! Like I'm thinking a Bridgerton-type large family chaos mixed with GOT's general wildness, of course Targaryen incest is still a thing so expect some of those ships within this new gen 🤣🤣 but some of the kids will definitely fall for and make matches with other houses, Cregan will definitely make a return with his own son (and maybe more, if I have him marry someone and have more kids).

LIKE I can just see the potential!! 😂😂 Aemond's a very tired dad, his sons are wild, he's very overprotective of his daughters especially now that they're all of age and it's courting season 😂 Rhaena is the sweetest mom ever and she's handling courting season with their kids a whole lot better than her grumpy husband 😂😂 Daemyra stays ruling the kingdom and being the best grandparents 😂 Rhaenys and Corlys (Corlys might not be too present... I think Luke might be Lord of The Tides by this point ) will make appearances too!

So in a way it'd be like a trilogy! And I'm kinda super excited about it because it would all feel so complete if it was 💖✨💖

Idk if anyone would read this, but I hope y'all would! 😂😂

#aemond x rhaena #rhaena x aemond #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen #rhaena targaryen #rhaemond #clearly i have a lot Rhaemond centric ideas bouncing around my head 🤣🤣🤣#but now you're all up to date with me

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o-wyrmlight · 1 year

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Akuza is either a planet or the colony ON a planet (my power is out so I can’t check). Either way, the small human colony on/of Akuza went silent one day and wasn’t responding to any radio contact. As Akuza is outside council space, the humans had to deal with it on their own.

They sent in a squadron of Marines to make contact and see why the colony had gone dark. Upon arrival, the squadron was attacked by an alien creature called a Thresher Maw. Basically think a sandwirm from Dune if it looked like a bobbit worm

The squadron was unprepared and taken by surprise. 50 marines were killed, and the only one to return to the extraction vehicle was Shepard.

As the sole survivor, it was up to Shepard to give her report on what happened to Akuze which gave the Alliance (humanity’s government in space) enough information to either save what colony remained, or restart the colony with protection and prevention from the Thresher Maw pressence. (Thresher maws are located throughout the galaxy due to their way of reproduction which I won’t go into here)

Shepard’s ability to survive and bring back valuable info marked her “the hero of Akuze” and got her to be accepted into the N7 program (which is a whole thing. Basically think super awesome special space soldier). And there is a dedication statue on Akuze for the marines and colonists who died, with Shepard as a sort of poster child for determination and bravery of the Alliance. As such she’s a public figure among humans even if the rest of the galaxy’s aliens don’t really care since this was a purely himan matter.

If you choose this backstory, it colours Shepard’s entire character and what motivates her to do a lot of things she does in the upcoming guys. Mostly driven by survivor’s guilt and a refusal to let good people die.

This event and her acceptance as an N7 class marine managed to get her promoted to Exonerary officer on board the prototype spaceship, The Normandy (basically 2nd in command). And after the first chapter of the first game which has her be accepted by the Council (multi species government that more or less runs the galaxy) as the first human “Specter” (special ops) she gets promoted to Captain and takes over as the person in charge of the Normandy.

Oof. Yikes. That's super cool, but I imagine that it WOULD, as a matter of fact, be very awkward if people just... brought it up.

I feel like it'd please you to know that while I was writing this, I tried to figure out whether or not Mass Effect is in the Nintendo Switch. It is not. But I do have a PlayStation (3 or 4) that I haven't even touched in the months since I got it.

#tw: animal death #yikes #you're making me want to play it lol #dragging me down with you like The Fish

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doukeshi-kun · 1 year

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ONE, YES I AGREE ITS A GOOD STORY FOR A HALF ASLEEP ME— AND TWO, YES IM DOWN BAD AND I WILL MAKE THAT SUCCUBUS AU WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS IF I HAVE TO 😤 /j /lh

its either story idea or small porn story idea from me bcs i cant accept porn without plot for nikolai, im so sorry 😔

-clownfucker

i prefer to read porn w/o plot if it's short... like under 1.5k? a drabble? or maybe the smut was already in the fucking part? that i like. bcs yk, when the smut began with a scene of nikolai already thrusting his cock in me, the other moment does not matter💀🥱 cock. now. kolya.

but in personal preference, for a full smut that began from light kisses, i like it if it has some plot or reasoning at the front. idk it just feels full and built-up? like, there's an undeniable chemistry between the characters? though this long ass porn with plot like this requires me to be patient to not jump straight into gawk-gawking kolya's cock atm.

and also, yea it is a cool mini-series idea but even a mini series requires a lot of planning, yk. it'd be hard to do (esp the last time i write multi-chaptered and actually posting it was in 2018) but i'll consider your idea if i were to make a mini-series of anything, really! thank you!

#道��師-says❃ུ۪ #道化師-clownfucker☔❃ུ۪

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venus-haze · 1 year

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Hey Battie. I was wondering what is your recommendation for where to write your fanfics. I am consider writing fanfics and need some ideas for where I should write them. Please let me know your thoughts. In private chat can also work. 💜

Hey Grace! I only post fics on Tumblr because I think for all of its flaws, it has the best combination of community building, creative freedom, and various types of writing (like you can have a successful writing blog doing full length fics or just headcanons and blurbs).

I don't like Wattpad's layout or search function, and they're stricter with what's allowed on the site. That being said, Wattpad is good if you plan on writing shorter one-shots or multi-part fics with short chapters that rely more on dialogue than description, since that's what seems to do well on there.

AO3 is the site people overwhelmingly recommend and flock to for fics, and it's definitely for good reason. There's unmatched creative freedom on there, and the amount of fics is pretty much endless (depending on your fandom). If you're planning on writing longer, more detailed one-shots or multi-part fics, AO3 is probably the one to go with. The kudos system is great, and comments and feedback on there seem to be really thoughtful.

I don't think either site has much of a community aspect, though, not as much as Tumblr does. It's really easy to message people and make friends on here. I also like that Tumblr allows multimedia in posts, because adding the visual aspect of a gif or moodboard to a fic is fun and adds cool dimension. If I did post my fics to any other site, though, it'd definitely be AO3.

🦇 Battie

#ask tag #writing tips

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skiitter · 1 year

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15, 18, 19 💛💛

15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

oh god. Probably A Darker Blue. It's the only multi-chapter fic I have that isn't just a rehash of a video game plot. It'd be interesting to see the sea cottage and the ~vibes~ of the environment come to life.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Hope is for children, for the infirm, for the fucking deluded. And yet, Alt whispers warnings wrapped tight in a foil of red potential and V is too fucking desperate to turn it away. She wants out, wants free, wants to rip the bars from her binary cage and eat the electric heart out of Night City’s beaten chest. Fingers utterly beyond the scope of flesh and bone grip at the seams of the Blackwall, screaming for purchase. There is a body, somewhere, that used to be hers. And a killer inside that used to be no one’s. She’ll take it, take him, take the bite and the sting. Hand in the vipers nest, venom doesn’t settle into the blood of an undead thing.

This is a snippet from the curse of small desires which is a Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V oneshot I wrote on a whim and is, literally, my favorite thing I've ever written, surpassing even Commit This To Memory. Tbh all 983 words are what I'm most proud of, but this paragraph is particularly fun. I'm overly indulgent at the best of times and this entire piece is very self-indulgent, very purple prose heavy. I wrote it as a response to a prompt ask I got that just said "write whatever you want" and I'm never not in my feels, ever so slightly, over Johnny and V.

19. Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

Easiest is either Draco or Johnny. It's easy when they're angry or anxious or shitty. I am those things pretty much all the time so I can channel a lot of lived experiences into it. Plus I just am overwrought with feelings about them and their wasted potentials and their lack of proper arcs.

Hardest is generally characters that I'm either writing for the first time (me rn with The Doctor and Clara >:E) or with whom I have very little in common with.

#skitterfics #i love that one shot so much #its just so extra lmao #dhr #silvermerc

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nexttrickanvils · 2 years

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2, 14, 38

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

I guess it'd be cool to have a big multi-chapter adventure fic but I don't trust myself to not abandon it when I get bored.

14. Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

Honestly I'm not sure what this question is asking? Is it asking to come up with a sentence for a new fic on the spot or is it asking for the first sentence of a fic already being written? Guess I'll do both?

The cards told Cybil that today was going to be a challenging one.

(Psychonauts fic featuring an OC of mine and a certain AU)

Boybrush stared at the now colorful demonic skull and was trying his best not to burst out laughing as Murray glared at him.

(Future fic involving Murray and the Threepwood kids)

38. "This never happened" fix-it fics or "this happened but" fix-it fics?

It depends. Both on the thing that is being fixed and the attitude of the writer. But really I'm okay with either version.

#meme answers #captmickey

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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months

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North Star Series

Chapter 40 - The Very Short Engagement

Start here:

Summary: Plot twist 😉

Warning: none that I remember

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Someone was knocking at the door.

"Go away, Fred," George muttered and rolled over to pull Y/N close. "We agreed I get the room tonight." He was back at Hogwarts, and it was Thursday night, his and Y/N's night to get the dorm room to themselves.

The knocking continued.

George groaned, rolling back over and rubbing his eyes. "Alright, alright. Gimme a bloody minute." He reached over the side of the bed to grab his pants, only to discover they weren't there. That was strange. He and Y/N always kept their clothes nearby in case they had to get dressed quickly.

George opened his eyes and realized that he was not at Hogwarts, nor was it night. He was instead in his apartment bedroom, and according to his clock, it was almost noon.

That's when everything came flooding back, and a surge of euphoria overtook him. He looked over at Y/N, now his fiancé, and smiled. She was beginning to stir but wasn't yet awake. He was about to lean over and kiss her nose when the knocking started back up.

Except it wasn't knocking. It was tapping. On the bedroom window. He looked up to see Artemis, his parents' new owl waiting outside patiently.

Well, at least he didn't have to get dressed for that. Good thing, too, since his clothes from last night lay in a pile on the floor next to the dining room table.

~•~

"You really don't care?" George looked stunned. "I thought every girl wanted the fairytale wedding."

"Not me," Y/N smiled. "The marriage is far more important to me than the wedding. I'd marry you on the side of the road and wearing a potato sack."

They'd talked about being married many times, but it wasn't until the letter arrived that George realized they'd never discussed getting married. He just always assumed, because of her parents' drunken Vegas nuptials, that she would want a proper wedding.

Except she didn't. And truthfully, he was okay with that. More than ok.

"I'd elope with you right now, except..." He looked down at the parchment on the table.

"Same," she picked up the letter and reread it.

Dear Y/N,

I'm so excited! When do you two plan to announce your engagement? Hopefully soon! I can't wait to help plan the wedding!!!

Love,

Ginny

"It'd break her heart if we ran off and eloped," Y/N sighed. "I can't do that to her."

"Me either," George agreed.

Y/N folded up the letter and placed it back in the envelope. "So, when do you want to make the announcement?

~•~

Two days later, at the Burrow, George and Y/N announced their engagement. It went exactly as they'd expected. Molly nearly smothered them both. Ginny spent half the night bragging that she knew before her mum. And then everyone else gave hugs or handshakes and offered their hearty congratulations.

"We're actually thinking something small and simple," George said before Molly went overboard with grandiose plans.

"And we'd like to do it as soon as possible," Y/N added.

"How soon?" Arthur asked.

"We were thinking mid-January," George answered. "Everything will be wound down from the holidays, and it'll give her grandma and her best friend time to make arrangements to fly over."

"Are you sure that's safe," Hermione asked. "With everything... going on."

"We'll make it safe. We're not leaving her family out," Molly asserted with such finality that no one else dared to argue.

"Well then, that doesn't give us much time to plan," Ginny said, breaking the silence. "So we best get to it."

~•~

Five hours later

Y/N fell face first onto the bed as soon as she and George got home.

"Tired, love?" He smiled, rubbing her back.

"Mmfmhmfm," she answered.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I don't speak muffled pillow."

Y/N rolled over and gave him an apologetic smile. "I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my life. I can't believe we planned the entire wedding in one night."

"Well, I, for one, am quite impressed," he stretched out across the bed beside her.

Y/N smiled and nuzzled her face into his neck.

"I just don't like having to wait a month," he mummered.

Y/N was quiet for a few moments, then she leaned back and looked at him. "So, why should we?"

"What? You mean cancel the wedding?"

"No," Y/N sat up. "I mean, we could get married tomorrow and not tell anyone. Except for Fred, of course, but he'd never breathe a word of it."

George sat up, meeting her eye to eye. "Get married? Tomorrow?"

She nodded.

"This what you really want? Truly?"

"Yes, truly," she admitted. "I don't want to wait anymore than you do. I want to marry you tomorrow."

He stared at her, searching her eyes for any doubts, before a huge grin spread across his face, and he tackled her. "You are the most amazing woman to ever live," he said. "And I can't believe that tomorrow I get to call you my wife." He leaned in to kiss her, then paused, eyes widening. "We need to tell Fred! C'mon!" He started to pull her up but stopped. "Never mind, you're tired. I'll go get him," he jumped up. "Be right back!"

Y/N giggled, watching him run out the door. Godric, she loved that man more than life. George Weasley was her dream come true.

She leaned back thinking about their long-running "argument" as to who was the lucky one in the relationship and finally decided they were both right.

Maybe that's what true love really meant, she thought. Both people thinking they were the lucky one.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x you #hp universe #hp fandom #north star series

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emile-hides · 4 years

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Forgiven

Memorial day weekend is always when my seasonal depression gets the worst so it’s time to write some self-indulgent Widowmaker therapy session ficlet so I can calm down enough to sleep.

In which Zenyatta helps Widowmaker feel in a sad heartache way.

It had been three years sense Talon had been disbanded. With the majority of it’s leaders either trading sides with Overwatch, or currently imprisoned, the terrorist organization had no other choice really.

Amelie had avoided detection, but you can only live a normal life for so long with blue skin and no emotions.

After being captured by Overwatch, Amelie assumed she’d simply be put in jail like Akande, left to rot in prison in some boring orange jump suit. She didn’t care, she couldn’t.

However, the heads of Overwatch, after hearing of what exactly lead Amelie to this point, instead had a different plan. They wanted to fix her. Bring her back into the world of the living.

They tried medicine, all sorts of treatments and contraptions. It was good to see Moira again, working for the enemy now. It was no surprise she’d switch to a side with better funding. However, technology is still limited, and two women can only do so much.

They tried revising the past, Amelie found herself at the grave of Gerard Lacroix, the husband she’d slain without so much as batting an eyelash, along side Ana Amari, the woman who taught her everything she knows, whom she had also thrown down without hesitation. These memories meant nothing to her. Not anymore.

They tried strange methods. A little frog seemed to strongly believe the right music can make anyone feel, and while he was impressed with her dancing, he was disappointed with the lack of results.

They tried and tried, but a spider’s heart cannot be reached in human methods. Amelie grew tired of their antics. She could not feel. She did not want to feel.

Even now, sitting before an omnic monk as he instructed her breathing, she could not find any motivation to attempt a change.

“Why are you trying to help me?” Her voice cut though the silence.

The monk raised his head, his face old and worn, many cuts covered his metallic coating from many battles he’d fought for his people. He was gentle looking, inviting.

“Mondatta... He was your leader. You are much like him.” She tilted her head slowly, it was hard to read a robot, but still she tried, “I killed him, you know.”

Zenyatta stared blankly at Amelie for a moment, then safely touched the ground for the first time today. His orbit resting closer to his shoulders, “I am aware of what you’ve done.”

“Then why attempt to fix me? There is no point. You should hate me.” Her words carried no emotion, much like the rest of her. She meant no malice.

Zenyatta lingered on the words she spoke, then gently passed an orb to her. It gave off a warm glow as it circled her.

“Perhaps... There was a time I did.” He spoke, lowering his orbit, wide around his waist much like in meditation. “My brothers, sisters, and I were watching Mondatta the day he died. We witnessed the live news feed.”

He adjusted his hands onto his lap, clutching them together. There was a sadness to these movements, “For a moment... I probably did hate you. Perhaps longer than a moment. Days. Perhaps even weeks. I lingered on this feeling, rather than the sadness I flt for the loss of my brother, I focused on my anger at you.”

He released his hands, and looked directly at Amelie. “Then... I saw you.”

Amelie found Zenyatta’s orb of Harmony resting in her hands.

“A photographer had caught a photo of you. It was released to the news two weeks after Mondatta’s death.” He twiddled his thumbs, “I remember.. obsessing over it. Your photo. I memorized your face. I refused to allow you to leave my thoughts. You plagued me for months.”

“I thought... What kind of person could do such a thing. Take the life of someone wanting nothing more than to be kind. Someone so gentle.” Zenyatta gently lifted a different orb, it seemed to lack light, making a dark purple aura around it. “I thought on it for many moons. What kind of person indeed...”

He looked at her again, and Amelie felt a rush up her spine. Was she threatened? She felt threatened. Scared? No. No Widowmaker does not feel fear. It’s not fear. It...

His hand took hers, and she flinched.

“You lept of a building to get that shot, Amelie. You had no plan on catching yourself. You either got the shot, or perished trying.” He spoke with certainty. Amelie felt her chest tighten.

Why? She wasn’t in danger. This isn’t threatening. Why does she feel so... feel...

“My brother is gone. Hating you will not bring him back. I know this now.” His metallic hand was cold against her flushed cheeks. “But you are still here, Amelie. You can live.”

Amelie was shaking. When did she start gripping the monk’s wrists? When did her face become so hot? Her heart pounded in her chest for the first time in ages.

Zenyatta’s words brought a great deal of pain to Amelie. Though only one tear fell, she found herself unable to stand. Her forehead rested on his shoulder. Her breath hitched.

“You can be forgiven.”

#Overwatch #Dang this was such a better bit last night #I should have written it down then #This is 100% for me but you can read it too btw #It's just a lot of Zenyatta talking about his feelings on Widowmaker #I thought up a whole comic for this #But sense I'm having a depression low I figured I'd treat myself and just write it out #I have another one for Hanzo and Junkrat team up #but it'd either have to be multi chapter #or comic form #And I'd rather it be a comic #But I can't draw so #*Shrug*#Maybe I'll comission someone to make this a comic who knows #Self-indulgent for me #In which my everyone lives together AU has a function #Which is Widow slowly gets over her trauma and abuse from Talon #I HAVE A STUPID AMOUNT OF FEELINGS FOR WIDOW OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE #People in Winter: Ugh my seasonal depression is so bad ugh rip me it's so cold and dark UGH #Me in Summer haunted by wasps and summer romance failures: help #I hate summer Memorial Day weekend and like all of July/August are the worst #Bad memories and even worse bugs

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