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voltrixz · 21 days

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OK!!! Time to ramble about auditor and how they would handle grief

(ANOTHER READ MORE BECAUSE THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND MAYBE KINDA INCOHERENT )

Mentioned briefly at the end of my last ramble but I'll reiterate here

Employers arent exactly built to feel grief. Its better to not be built with grief as well they're immortal and will see countless mortals rise and fall, so it would just overcomplicate things.

BUT i already mentioned how Auditor is the most "human" out of the employers as due to him being the one who interacts the most with mortals he picked up their behaviors/habits. Which would largely expand their emotional captiability and emotions are a central part of human life

And a thing with Auditor is the main emotion he usually feels is anger, rage, frustration. They're quite literally a flaming figure and its the emotions that command the most power and control. So its usually its go to emotion in their worst moments.

And well with Phobos' death, its their first experince of grief. And despite the fact their relationship ended on a sour note, they very much still cared for Phobos and are grieving horribily. And since its their first time feeling such an emotion, its incridbly intense. But not only that they're incredibly conflicted with it, that burning hatred and frustation they felt with Phobos stubborness in not letting go of his foolish goal is still very much present, so they're angry, they're pissed off, a part of him should be glad that hes gone. But they're not, they miss him immensly, they're geniuely grieving, and they just dont know how to react to so much grief. And of course their go to emotion being anger, they're pretty mich exploding.

Being a stoic figure they try to keep it under control, they still have to keep face in front of the Employers so they try to remain calm and composed like the rest. But they cant and they hate the fact they're feeling so much. Not helped by the fact by seeing how much Sun is suffering with handling Phobos' death. They see Sun epxressing their anger so freely, so publicly, but Auditor refuses to the same. Which only further distances them and causing more lashing out from the 2.

So basically Auditor is trying to hard to keep calm and composed, but the grief and the anger and frustation he feels with the grief keeps on bubbling. They only let it out alone with no one looking because they cant afford to let anyone see them like this.

And ermmmmm then with Sun gone, its just a complete breaking point. HUGEEEEE HUGEEE pile of emotions, more grief, more furstation and anger towards to that grief as they dont just understand grief because it only showed up after Phobos' death and only continues to worsen with Sun's death!!!! Anyways this guy is just in constant conflict with his emotions now thumsb up emoji (AGRHJJKJ)

#but like #BIGGEST POINT IS THAT #AUDITIOR HASNT EXPERIENCED GRIEF BEFORE THIS #THEY WERENT BUILT TO FEEL THIS #BUT THEY ARE!!!!#NAD THEY DONT UNDERSTAND!!!! ITS MAKING THEM SO FRUSTRATED !!!!!#THEY"RE FEELING SUCH A FAMILAIR EMOTION (anger/rage/frustation) WITH A VERY FORGIEN ONE (grief)#ACTIVELY COMBATTING THE FORGIEN EMOTION WITH ONES THEY ARE MOST COMFORTABLE EVEN IF ITS JUST COMPLICATING THINGS!!!!!#i feel very normal about auditor and how thye handle emotions btw #voltrix rambles

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thomas-y-l0sforeignkidz · 2 months

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Antes que nada, este blog contendrá Gregstella, Cromas, Chrispocket y Dip.

si estos ships no son de su agrado entonces este blog probablemente no es para ti

#gregstella #cromas #south park #forgien kids #thomas south park

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17yearcicada · 4 months

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ok goodnight. sorry for liveblogging recordings of my old shows

#i'm feeling. ehhhh. well okay right now #the deadline anxiety is setting in but not enough to motivate me to actually do what i need to do... come on now #TOMORROW. tomorrow i will work on it. swear to god #but goodnight for now... tomorrow i am learning about STRATEGY GAMES and FORGIEN FILMS #.txt

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abluescarfonwaston · 1 year

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Reminder for folks that unless you private your ao3 bookmarks everyone (but especially the author) can see any additional notes you put in to help you remember the fic. Use this power responsibly.

#'has too many italics and is hard to read'#True true that is fair #you're not wrong #most of the time folks just put the summary in there again which ??? it shows the summary in bookmarks #or tags to help them sort #but i have gotten a few delightful ones #the ones in forgien languages that translate to 'wtf what did i read' are Amazing #i'm so glad you both took the time and energy to read in a second(?) language and liked it enough to bookmark #Did not sound like you enjoyed.#I do genuinely like them i think they're funny #but this is just in case yall didn't know that (cause unless youre a writer who on earth would check that shit)

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br1ghtestlight · 10 months

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personally im ambivalent to touch i dont mind if someone wants to hug or touch me but it also isnt a problem if they never want to be touched it could go either way. i grew up not really experiencing much human contact so i guess i could say im not bothered by a lack of it LMAOO i think that tina is like this too she doesnt really care so she just does whatever the other person wants to do. if she never cuddled a day in her life or if she has someone practically attached at her hip and constantly kissing either is fine with her

#its not hard to respect boundries either way #i feel like i lean slightly harder toward doesnt want to be touched just bcuz i grew up pretty isolated from other people #and its just very forgien to me as a concept?? and it doesnt do anything for me emotionally #i will give you a lil kissy tho #txt

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 years

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Another ofmd implication that I'm obsessed with is Ed's accent. Because it would have been very easy to get child Ed to speak with a kiwi accent but instead the child speaks with a British accent so that means the Kiwi accent was a later development for Ed

#im not the best at accents so i cant tell how his mom speaks #if his dad was british and him and his mom were both kiwi i could accept that hes from bristol but his moms forgien and he speaks like her #but he doesn't #hes a british child and then hes a kiwi adult #ofmd #our flag means death #blackbeard #blackbeard ofmd #edward teach #edward teach ofmd

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weshallallsuffertogether · 1 year

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Oh god I just have a idea for a fanfic... Morgott and God himself teaming up HEAR ME OUT OK imagine if one night when he was younger, morggot finally realized that no his mother does not care for him the tree doesn't give a shit about him and so much more and then at his darkest where he would be willing to have any god to simply give him hope, a small golden light forms from nowhere and breaks his golden chains and then simply flouts away leading him higher, morgott chases it not knowing why until he somehow escaped the tree in all it's glory seemly glares at him and one of it's branches swings at him but it's stopped by a giant who towers above all stars and and the very sun and moon dance within him and what ever happens next we get "morgott sergeant of the Lord" and I kinda want him to perform a miracle that gets rid of malainas rot like "wtf is this shit doin in go on get I SAID GET"

#morgott the omen king #im really not sorry #ive been thinking about this #if someone creates it please post a link please #i might have to create it myself oh god #this isnt going to end well #god is just sitting on a wooden stool in the realm of the gods #and everyone else is freaking the hecc out #morggot also doenst get seduced by the child god #the twins are in aww of this lad #everyone is #the last king worshipping a forgien being #god is ready to kick the graces ass if it so much as singes a hair on his childs head

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loadingloading · 1 year

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Low life

#pnw #seattle #fyp #jdm #drip #car #stance #wa #cannon #red #boost #honda #370z #blue #camber #nissan #forgien #s2000 #fashion #snow #nismo #370znismo

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cupiowaffles · 25 days

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YIPPITY YAY YIPPITY YAY!!

YIPPITY YO YIPPITY YO!!

YIPPITY YAY YIPPITY YAY!!

YIPPITY YO YO!!

#art #drawing #digital art #south park #sp #pip pirrup #damien thorn #estella havisham #gregory yardale #gregory #ze mole #christophe #estella #pip #damien #forgien kids #if there was another spot i would have my boy pocket 😢

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kookslastbutton · 2 years

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Just been off this week in general in terms of school/internship/socially. But a friend of mine looked me in the eye and said, "it's okay" and hugged me. Surprisingly super comforting.

#like the only person giving me hugs is my sister #it just feels so forgien but good you know?

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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real master of the cult shows up, they're eerily similar to monster reader, feeling surprised at finding another fellow of their species, simply deems it so that the monster reader HAS TO BE their designed mate

Otherwise, why would they look alike so much? They're destined to be intertwined together!

(light body horror)

Foolish creatures. To be so easily led astray meant they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. Trapped bewteen their reality and the next, the cult's true master could hear their celebrations to its very core. Their disgusting misguided joy mocks the beast in its pathetic state; its control on their minds weakened now that they've found new faith. No matter. The fools had done enough in their own right that their aid was no longer needed.

Black smog trickles from the fire in the center of the room. The ash in their air solidifies and conjoins into small crystals that float into the vivisected body on the alter. Its glassy eyes fog over, limbs spasming as the forgien angents poke at its blood deprived brain. Their legs sweep over the side of the table; the lack of organs making the body light and easier to control.

The corpse picks up the bowl next to where it lie, blood sloshing down the sides and over its limbs. It stumbles toward the fire and chucks the harvest in bowl and all. As the flames lick the ceiling, the body goes limp and subcome to the heat as the smog leaves and rejoins its true fold.

"I'm full, please!"

You use a claw to keep a stray fork from invading your personal space, much to your follower's sadness. Weak to their puppy eyes, you exhale and steal the bite of breakfast off their plate hopefully before the other's notice, but of course they do.

"My Lord! Would you like to try mine next?"

You moan in defeat. How things have changed. You went from not knowing where your next meal would come from, to being stuffed with home cooked foods daily. You felt horrible for tricking the camp, but in your defense you tried to tell them you weren't their god. The hopeless saps wouldn't here it, falling for your charms even when the veil began to rise. World domination could wait a year or so while they got you comfortable to life in the compound.

A loud boom rocks the entire cabin.

"̸W̵h̶e̶r̴e̷.̸ ̸I̷s̵.̵ ̶I̶t̵?̴"̷ ̷

Panic and confusion spread through the entire table, you all hurry outside to see the cause of the fuss. Fire pours from the main cabin's doors, injured cultists picking their fallen comrades off the ground and to safety in the trees. A large creature wrapped in shadows destroys the remaining foundation of the cabin as it squeezes past the frame, lifting the frightened human in its grasp to dangerous heights as it hiss.

"Where is the one you betrayed me for!"

"Th...ere." The cultist points over to you. They're lowered closer to the ground before being roughly discarded. You can see the deity turn in your direction.

"You."

Its upon you in the matter of seconds, daggered claws rearing to tear you in two as soon as it spots you, but- those eyes. They're just like theirs.

As you cower, it takes a long look at you. Teeth as black as coal, the spilt in your irises. Bit on the small side and lacking horns, but there's no doubt that you're the same breed. The creature thought that the cult's new ruler would be a slick talking mortal, not this.

"You... you're...."

The shadows shrink. They take your jaw in their palm, the anger in their eyes fading as the same realization they had flashes in yours.

"Perfection."

The deity coos as it pulls you in. "Oh, what an adorable creature you fools have discovered. I should smite you all and every member of your blood lineage, but I can't since you've found me such a delicious mate."

Mate?

They pull down the collar of your shirt. "This scar proves of our bond for I bare a similar burden. Tell me, love. How did you come by it."

You cover the scar with your arms. "Bad humans... Researchers."

Its eyes darken, a comforting hand gripping your shoulders. "I am the same. We have solace in that, and being the only remains of our kind. Even if the ancients prevailed, I have a feeling there'd be no better match for me than you."

Groans of pain remind you of the damage they've caused. You struggle in their grip.

"Oh? Are you fond of these insects, love? Do not worry. I may be weak, but I have enough power to restore their health and I will do so.. for a price.

#monster reader #Yandere cult #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere harem #yandere teratophilia #yandere drabble #yandere monster #yandere god #yandere x darling

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luimagines · 2 months

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IT IS I! THE WIZARD!

I wanna write a story, but it would be weird to write so here it is:

(Warning: swearing)

A reader who can speak to the dead, can see spirits. They chat often with the villains because they hang around them often, and often ask the reader to tell the Links messages.

The reader collects cursed items, having the strange ability to quell the corrupting powers (for example, they can use Majora's Mask with no negative effect). So they have like cursed knives, Majora, a few shards of the mirror of twilight glued together (I know it's impossible but let me dreeeeaaam-), that kind of stuff.

So like, something like this would happen:

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Reader walks up to Four, listening to thr whispers of their spirit friend, Vaati. He had asked to give a message to Link, 'The short one that looks like a f*cked up kinstone', and Reader was too kind to say no. They always knew that spirits that lingered often suffered in pain. Maybe it would help Vaati pass on?

"Hey, Four." Reader said, and Four turned.

"Oh, hello, Reader. Do you need something?"

"I have a message for you." They said, eyes glowing a dim blue, like a luminous stone. "Vaati said 'You're a loser, no maidens?'"

Four passed, a mix of confusion and horror on his face. "I'm sorry, WHO told me WHAT?!"

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Reader held Majora in their hands, staring into the great yellow eyes, invested in its whispers. A cough pulled them out of their trance, and Time sat next to it, giving a caughtous glance at the mask. "You seem enamored with that thing."

"I do. . . don't i?" Reader said wistfully. They sighed. "Do you know what it's like. . . seeing the dead? Hearing their woes and being able to do. . . anything? It's painful, watching them suffer."

"Why do you keep it, of you know it's story?" Time asked, frowning. Reader sighed, running a hand on their head.

"You probably wouldn't understand." They explained. "Spirits are more complex than a dungeon clever could be. . . this one has taken a liking to me. . . or. . at least is trying to control me."

Time stiffened. "I've worn it, Majora. He always throws a fit when I do because he cannot invade my mind." Reader explained, turning back to Time and pointing at the marks under their eyes. "These marks are like the ones you have. Proof of my power over it."

Time huffed and Reader suddenly snapped their head back to the mask, eyes glowing blue. Time watched them nod to it, and slowly turn back to Time, eyes still glowing creepily as they slowly asked "He wants to know if you've become a mask salesman too. . ."

»»————-　★　————-««

"You've lost someone important to you. . . haven't you?" Reader asked Legend on night. He was on watch duty, and the others were asleep. He glared at Reader.

"What?" Legend asked, sounding offended.

"I don't mean to insult!" Reader said quickly. "It's just. . ." Their eyes turned blue, as they looked next to him. The familiar humming of a tune oh so forgien yet familiar to their ears clwas heard only by them, sung by the spirit next to Legend in the pretty blue dress and red hair. "I can see her. . . Was she close to you?"

Legend froze. "What the hell are you talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?!"

Sensing and watching him grow angry, Reader gave a sympathetic smile. "She likes to hum a pretty tune, you know. as if she is trying tell you it's okay. She can't speak, sadly."

He continued to glare, about combust until they began to him the tune. That tune which he missed of so dearly. The tune he'd trade EVERYTHING he own To be around again.

Reader continued to hum the tune, closing their eyes and doing their best to match the woman's tune when she felt Legend shaking next to them. They stopped and opened their eyes to see him shaking, head in his hands.

"D-dont stop" He said, his voice breaking and shaking. Reader nodded and continued, and his shaking voice started to sing the lyrics softly, leaning into Reader. They wrapped their arms around them, providing some warmth, to comfort the tired, broken, hero, that the lady in blue could not anymore. . .

»»————-　★　————-««

Either blunt as a dull butter knife or extremely creepy, or comforting. No inbetween. They've got three looks. And That's IT.

Thats all. Thanks for comeing to my Ted talk

I mean.... this could be a pretty decent story if you chose to write it out.

Thank you for sending this in.

This would be like... every Link's worst nightmare. The idea that the people who taunted them and nearly destroyed everything they held dear is still dissing them from the beyond? Horrendous.

They will never be free.

#pinky replies #anon stories #to be completely honest #from a philosophical stand point #I have to disagree with Reader #If ghosts are people stuck in their ways from before they died #then the person who was alive is more complicated than their ghost #and the villains- while alive- chose to do bad #I can't bring myself to feel sorry for them #because they made their choice when they had the chance to change #and you know #not suck #even if it this is fictional and I'm probably taking this too seriously #it just rubbed me the wrong way #probably not the take away you wanted me to get from this #but now I'm here ^.^*

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Home Sweet Home

Ron Weasley x Reader

Ron had always been self conscious about his family, and felt like you would leave him if you saw his humble home. That you deserved better. Little did he know, you were about to live the cottage core dream. Just factor in a bunch of hot older brothers, and Ron’s relaxing it wasn’t the house he had to worry about

Set after The Battle Of Hogwarts, and uh No Dead Fred because FLUFF DAMMIT!

Warnings: jealous Ron, self conscious Ron, teasing, a very loaded house, hurt comfort, canon typical angst(?) and of course tooth rotting fluff

Writing Coms Open

“Well…..Here we are-“ Ron swallowed, as the two of you would step from the fire place. You had been begging to visit his family, but his original excuse was that it was too dangerous to travel. Valid, but the war had ended. Sure, just because the war was over didn’t mean things were all tied off. Still, he can’t just hide you forever. You out right threatened to write a letter to Molly, and ask to come over yourself. That made him cave.

“Woah-!” You just beamed, as you set your bag down. You were already utterly enchanted. It was so cozy, and busy! You could hear the many siblings all around the building. Ron had warned you the place would be packed. After the war, it was a need to be closer to family. So, a Summer at the burrow it was. Oh all the romantic partners, jammed in. You included.

“Who should I meet first?!” You asked, as Ron seemed flabbergasted. You were in love with the madness, and hardly were here a minute. Before he could speak, he was tackled by the twins. Ronniekins was quick to fill the living room, as they ruffled his hair. Pinching his cheeks, and just being a menace.

You knew the twins, and Ginny, well. It was Percy, and up, that were as forgien as their hair was orange. Percy was always so busy with his studies, you sometimes forgot it was a gaggles of seven, and not six. Made it more surprising to see him, but not a surprise that it was in a suit.

“It’s complicated-“ Ron was quick to whisper, to make sure you knew not to bring up the Ministry job. You just nodded your head, as you watched the up tight man hang up his suit jacket. Hardly gave the man time to register you were there, before your were suddenly engulfed by the sent of fire crackers. Along with long arms.

“OUR LITTLE RONNIE-KINS IS ALL GROWN UP-!” The twins would give a mock sob, as George would cradle Ron’s head. It was, painfully, easy to tell who was who. Poor George. Still handsome as ever, but that’s gotta mess with your head after all. From identical, to not.

“Alright, that’s four brothers down. Two to go-!” You tried to make sure the mood stayed chipper, while your poor boyfriend was being a knuckle to his scalp. You could hear Molly tsking, before she shouted. “BOYS-! DONT MAKE ME GRAB CHARLIE-!” She warned.

“As if I’m any better-!” That had you turn your head, and woof. He was, oh he was something. The thick muscles, sun kisses skin, freckles, the fire crisped mullet, currently being tied back by blistered hands. Oh he was hot, and literally as well. You could feel the heat on his exposed skin. Given it was a tank top and jeans, damn was there a burn.

“THEN WILLIAM-!” Molly groaned, as he was next to pop his head in. You tried not to wince, but it couldn’t be helped. Half his face was just….Not there anymore. The right side of his face was rough. Blinded eye, his cheek in a permeant split to always expose his teeth. How the scar went through his hair, so to leave a permeant part. Despite it all, there was beauty. Pale complexion from exhaustion with curses, tall frame, long hair. He was stunning.

“Looks like Ronnie-Kins has competition~!” The twins mocked Ron, which made his ears go red. He was always self conscious. Even before you knew he even had brothers. He was always the last out. Even Ginny seemed to have more superiority than him. Despite the fact she was outside, riding her broom, he still would be last to the table. That’s what he thought, anyway.

“Yeah, the married men are in a contest with their little brother.” Bill snorted, as he waved his hand. Showing off his band. “Yeah, sorry, I like my men like I like my dragons. Dragons-“ You had no idea what that meant, but you were certain you’ll learn eventually. You knew not everyone was here yet, after all.

“Can SOMEONE help me with the cooking already?!” Molly shouted, only for every man in the room to scatter. You found that so rude to do to Molly, but then it clicked. Bonding time for you and her. Ok, that was sweet. They get a pass, this time.

“I’m here, Mama Molly!” You chirped, as you hurried into the kitchen. That smile of hers just warmed your soul, as she patted your cheek. “Oh thank you, love.” And like that, you were busy in the kitchen. Happily listening to the endless stories she had to share. Your favorites were of Ron, of course. It was, however, nice to be caught up to speed about the other couples.

Fleur and Bill were married, of course. Ron wanted to invite you to the wedding, but your family wanted to stay out of England until things settled. Smart choice. Charlie finding someone was a surprise, but rumor has it the guy is literally part dragon. That explains that. Percy seemed to hit it off with Oliver, that caught you by surprised. The nerd, and the jock? No way. Fred and George seemed to be sharing Angelina. For some reason, you couldn’t imagine it any other way. Muggle twins weren’t the same as magical ones, that’s for sure. Ginny wasn’t a surprise. She and Luna became official a while ago. Everyone knew that poor Ginny felt like she had to like Harry. Seemed the same was for The Boy Who Lived. So it was mutual, and healthy. Good for them.

“Jeez, that’s a lot of food-“ You wheezed, as you had to use magic to float said food over. “Seven kids, six partners. Half of said kids eat like they are five kids at once-!” She huffed, but was happy. Ever since things finally settled down, a proper income was flying their way. Curse breaker, Dragonologist, WWW, Aurur, Quidditch Athelet. Good fortune smiled on them, finally.

“Sorry for being late-! You would not believe the-Oh-! Well if it isn’t Ron’s little honey bee. So happy to see you-!” Arthur didn’t even take the time to pull his robe off. Just so quick to hug you. That made you feel so adored. Didn’t even take the time to deformal. You had to be hugged.

“Seems like just about everyone is here for supper. Fleur and Luna are upstairs, Angelina, Ginny, and Oliver are outside, we just need-“ Before she could finish, you screamed. Why did you scream? Because something was grabbing your ankle. You gave a violent kick, and the thing went flying into the sink.

“THAT WAS NOT CHARLIE-!” A voice alerted you, and the parents, as someone was quick to hurry to said sink. Long salt and pepper hair was a curtain down his back, while he seemed to wear a robe of some kind. Yukata-? Hanfu-? You didn’t really know the names. You just knew it was no bath robe.

“Shouren, we talked about this-“ Molly gave a playful scold, as she wasn’t mad at all. The Weasley twins had to get that playful side from both families after all. “Apologies, I….We haven’t seen each other in months, and I-“ He defended, as you were able to process the scene.

What went flying was a mechanical arm of sorts. The silvery eyed man, full of scars, would soon lower the side of his robe. There was a scarred up shoulder, with plating on it. With a simple click, and pop, the arm was attached. Fingers were given a test movement, before Molly dried it off for him.

“Oh, hello-!” He waved, with his working arm. “Sorry about that, I’m Long Shouren-“ He offered his hand, and you took it. “Weasleys, am I right?” You joke, as to show no hard feelings. Least your screams of bloody murder was making everyone hurry to the kitchen. PTSD does that.

“Wonderful! William set the table, Charlie grab the drinks-“ Molly was quick to run down the list, and send out orders. Like a well oiled machine. Robes were hung up, people were set, and everything was in order. Just one issue. There was zero chance everyone will fit at the table. No worries, with Luna.

“Let’s sit where we feel ourselves feel most at peace, so we can take a moment to savor.” Luna said, ever in her whimsical way. So, everyone was kinda scattered around. As if that was an issue. Weasleys were loud. Voices could carry for miles.

As expected, couples found their ways to snuggle. Molly and Arthur remained at the table, with Bill and Fleur. Same goes for Percy and Oliver. The twins had Angelina squished between themselves on the couch, while Charlie was sitting cross legged with Shouren. Ginny and Luna? They stole the free counter space, and happily kicked their feet.

“This house-“ Ron huffed, as you snuggled into him at the dinner table. That seemed to relax him, a little. Still, he seemed to more so play with his food. Compared to actually eating it. His eyes catching glances at his siblings. Everyone seemed so in tuned with each other. Even Percy and Oliver. Oliver the one to lead the conversation, and Percy listened.

“Come on, eat. Someone’s gotta keep fit to kick some death eater behind.” You teased, with a poke to his nose. Made that freckled thing wiggle, and you were a giggle at it. Maybe he was over thinking it. Despite all the chaos around you all, your eyes were focused on him. All his brothers were so loud in their personalities. Ginny all the same. Loud, beautiful, chaotic, then there was him.

“So who wants to be the next test subject-?” Angelina called, while Luna was quick to raise her hand. “LUNA NO-!” Ginny wheezed, as everyone was laughing at her eager nature. “I lost enough limbs, thank you very much-“ Shouren called, waving his fake arm. “I mean-“ Oliver began. “Do NOT entertain them-“ Percy warned. Bill was just shaking his head at them, as the conversation flowed like water. The time going by.

When dinner had long since been finished, and Bill finished helping Molly with washing the dishes, everyone was sent to bed. Travel was exhausting after all. You couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Bill and Charlie were going to handle sharing a room with two extra people. Those thoughts were washed away, as you entered Ron’s room.

“I know it’s not much-“ He began, only for your gasp to hush him. “YOUR ROOM IS SO COOL-!” You beamed, as you spun around in it. You loved it. It was so him. It also had a semi tiny balcony, that you were quick to look over. Enjoying the warm summer night air. The smell of his home. The smell of him.

“It’s so cozy! I love cozy.” You beamed, as you hurried back in. Happily admiring his many posters, pictures and what have you. It was so perfect, because it was Ron. You couldn’t help it, as you flopped on his bed. Messy with quilts, and smelled of wood and rain.

“Yer not just saying that, right?” He asked, with his ears a soft red. He just always had such low self esteem. Everything felt like it was hidden behind other words. That nothing was honest, but you were. You would sit up, and smiled.

“Ron, you think I dated you for some kind of hero credit? Lame. Give me the cute red head helping teach the first years chess, thank you very much.” You smirked, as his face burned red. Course you remembered that. You wanted to learn chess as well, but you felt shy because you were the same age. So you often just watched, and the rest was history.

“Now come on. I’m exhausted. I love your family, but wow….” You yawned, as Ron agreed. He grew up with them, but the energy is hard to match. Before either of you could fall asleep, you bother were quick to change into your sleep wear. That more so being stealing his shirt before he could even get it on. He allowed it, because you looked good in it.

“Think you can handle a whole summer of this?” Ron asked, as you curled up into his arms. Just like a puzzle. It felt so perfect. His strong arms around you, as he gently played with your hair. Legs a tangle mess, as you both hid under a thin blanket. Able to enjoy the summer night air.

“If I have you, I’ll face anything.” You smiled, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. It was returned, as he held you a little tighter. As if you said a spell to lock him in place. He felt a little more confident in the relationship now, and that made you so happy.

Hardly a minute went by, and you two were knocked out cold. His snores just perfect for your white noise. The sounds of nature, Ron, an old house full of love, and the crickets outside. With the smells of love, and home, to soothe you. What more could you want? The whole world was in your arms, and no way will you part from it.

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