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spookyconsultingcriminal · 3 years

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This is my first pride month as part of the aroace community and I'm just so happy!!!

I have identified as ace for about seven/six years now. It just felt so good to finally understand what was going on with me, especially going through high school when absolutely everything seems to be somehow connected to sex and sexual attraction.

After that every time I considered a romantic relationship I'd simply brush it off, because I was afraid I'd not be respected as an asexual person and stuff.

I've been living normally ever since. Until, well...This year.

There is this guy at work and I had one of my platonic crushes. He was just so handsome and seemed so nice and cool. We became colleagues and eventually we started to text. Out of the blue he said he liked me.

I was shocked!

Mostly because I never saw myself as someone who anyone could feel attracted to. I mean... I don't think I'm pretty and I'm also socially awkward. It just... Doesn't make sense for me.

Yet... He was there, saying he liked me. Saying I was beautiful and funny and awesome.

So I thought "why not?". I had a crush on him after all.

We started to... I don't want to say date, because I didn't feel like we were dating and the whole thing happened within a month. But we started to talk about our situation and stuff. He asked about my asexuality and after I explained the whole thing he said he was completely alright with it.

I WAS THRILLED. If I had any doubts before they almost went away completely after this.

Almost.

I was trying my best to make it work, because he said he was alright with me being ace and that NEVER happened before.

But then things started to get weird.

He always said he liked me just the way I was (I know, Bruno Mars vibes) and yet he tried to change me every now and then

I mean, I'm not the most affectionate person in the world. I have my own way of showing affection and I reckon THAT'S OKAY.

But he would constantly ask for physical affection like kissing (he was my first kiss EVER) and hugging, which I loathe (I only hug people I REALLY trust and love like me mum and me best friend). And when I didn't give him what he wanted he would simply rant about how life was hard for him and how he just needed care and physical affection. He even mentioned on one of his rants that he had such a busy sexual life in his previous relationship and that I "would never understand it" because I am ace.

He would also talk about the future so often. I might be crazy on this one but it made me feel trapped, ambushed in a way.

I talked about getting a master's degree in a different city? He said we should look for flats.

I bought this beautiful ring that looked like an engagement one? He said I was engaged to him.

I said I never wanted to have kids? He said it was okay, we could get lots of cats or dogs.

All in less than two weeks.

He also seemed very comprehensive, but he constantly disrespected my boundaries to the point of hugging me during an anxiety attack when I was feeling hyper sensitive ( everything was just too much. The lighting of the place seemed too bright, the sounds were too loud, every touch or movement physically pained me) and I clearly said that I didn't want to be touched.

By then I was more than uncomfortable, I was a proper mess. I would have BIG anxiety episodes only thinking about changing and being more touchy or more affectionate because I needed to be what he wanted.

He was so understanding about my asexuality, after all.

I was freaking out with everything and one day I simply started to wonder why I was feeling that way. Everyone seemed to do it and handled it just fine. It seemed so easy. Why was it excruciating for me?

And then I started to analyse my whole journey.

For a few times I questioned my romantic attraction because I had such a hard time developing feelings and even an innocent crush seemed awkward. I had no problem acknowledging some people's beauty and always thought that this was my way of having crushes on people. I never once had a romantic relationship, but I had fallen for a guy back in High School. We never dated but I am sure I felt something for him.

He was my best friend and we had such an incredible bond. But before having a crush on him he was my friend. It took me a whole year to realize I had feelings for him. I never entertained the idea of settling in with someone, but I'd certainly do it with him.

And then it hit me.

It only happened because I had a strong emotional bond with him. That's why it was being so hard for me to be in a pseudo relationship. Because I felt nothing whatsoever. He was basically a stranger so feelings weren't exactly on the table. I had only started this because he was a person who seemed nice and that showed interest, and besides thinking he was cute I felt nothing more.

I had searched about the aromantic community before and was quite the advocate. One of my best friends is a strict aroace and I always talked to her about the aro spectrum.

I remembered the definition of demi aromantic and it just clicked.

I felt so damn good. SO DAMN GOOD.

I never thought I could ever feel the way I felt when I first said I was ace, but here it was again. That same incredible feeling of relief.

I wasn't broken, I wasn't wrong, I was just different. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

As soon as I understood this, I decided to break up with the guy. I was just so thrilled to tell him.

I thought "well, he was so understanding about my asexuality. He sure won't mind me being demiaro"

LET ME POINT OUT I WAS DELUSIONAL!

I reckon I was the most polite person (is this correct?) in the whole world. I explained it all. The communities. The way I experienced both romantic and sexual attraction. The way I didn't have romantic feelings for him, but I still wanted to be friends.

He said it was cool. That he was happy for me and that he still had a friend.

I really thought it could work.

Less than 24 hours he texted me a bunch of atrocities. Said I was a bitch. I broke his heart violently. That he was going to k*** himself.

I felt so divided, it was like there were two of me fighting inside.

The first one was desperate for him. Feeling so bad for being who I am. If I were normal, this wouldn't be happening. I would be able to have a normal relationship like everyone else.

The second was skeptical. This might sound very hard, but I'm being truthful. I had no shame and no guilt. I felt nothing whatsoever. I wasn't responsible for the version of myself he created on his mind.

+ I didn't feel like I had been cruel or emotionally irresponsible.

Two days after these, he texted me again with a completely different attitude. One that made me really annoyed and that completely destroyed the first version of me that was still saying it was all my fault.

He said he was ready to continue our relationship. That he wasn't going to feel bad for loving someone WHO COULDN'T LOVE HIM BACK. That it was alright and he just wanted to kiss me and be with me.

I don't even know why I got so mad, but these made my blood boil. I just felt like he was offering himself as some sort of cure. That if we continued what we had, I would eventually develop feelings for him and he was willing to wait for it.

I cut him off completely.

I could never EVER be with someone who makes me feel guilty of being myself.

He has been making my time at work a proper hell lately. Still trying to make me feel guilty, and though it's been hard, I honestly don't care.

Ace, demiaro, an introvert, not prone to touching...

I am not changing to please others. And I sure won't change for him!

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gucciwins · 4 years

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Hate or Love

Harry and Y/N are stuck between two emotions, love and hate.

Word count: 5424

A/N: enemies to lovers, and yes there is a bit of smut.

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"What does the note from Harry say this time?"

Y/N doesn't have to turn around to know it's Dani who could not hold back her laughter. She turns her head to give her a stern look, ignoring the smile on her face. She turns her attention back to the folded sheet of paper addressed to Miss Cupcake.

Y/N sighs. Her name is definitely not Miss Cupcake. Her neighbors know how to push her buttons. Hard.

Asshole.

The door to her bakery swings wide open, and Sailor makes herself known. "Book club, ladies!" She yells. "I don't want to be late." Sailor stops right in front of them. Her eyes flicker to Dani's then Y/N's last to the note in Y/N's hands. A smile takes over her face.

"Stop. You both are too happy about these notes. It's ridiculous. May I remind you he's rude and very uptight." She slams the note down on the table.

Dani gets up and makes sure to push her chair in to keep it nice and clean because she knows that's how Y/N likes the bakery.

Dani and Sailor are wearing matching grins, and when together, they become a lot to handle. Dani is always the sweeter one, but not at this moment, she can melt the glare being sent to them both. Hand on her growing pregnancy belly and the other offered to Y/N. "Come on, let's see it."

Y/N knows not to fight her and hands it right over. She knows that she loses all fights to her when she's cute and very pregnant. "Take it. It’s not even important."

"Sure, hun."

Sailor practically skips over to Dani as they huddle together to read the paper. Dani laughs before clearing her throat, obnoxiously.

"Miss Cupcake-" She sends an amused look over to Y/N, and she rolls her eyes waiting for her to continue. "As I've mentioned in previous notes, I don't think your cat knows where it's home is. May you please get this under control, or I'll be forced to take action to fix this situation of ours. H"

"That wasn't so bad. It's sweet." Y/N rolls her eyes, knowing it's hopeless.

"Y/N, you should definitely go on a date with him. He's got a nice sense of humor. You agree right, Sail? If I didn't have Marco, I'd want a chance with him."

Pregnancy makes Dani crazy.

"Nope. You are both out of your mind."

Dani waves the note as if the answer is right in front of her. "It's obvious he's only doing this to get you to talk to him. He wants to rile you up, which is obviously working."

"You can't really believe that. He hates me. And Alpine, obviously. He's the biggest sweetheart, he always comes home for a cuddle. I don't understand why he keeps going over there, I give him his favorite snacks, let him take over my pillows." Y/N sighs.

Sailor taps her finger on her chin before pointing at Y/N. "He doesn't hate you."

She shakes her head in denial. "No, he does. He has from the moment he moved in."

Dani disagrees. "You almost hit him with a hockey stick when you first met him."

"Nope, you can't judge me for that. He started moving at four am. It was still dark, I got scared. My first thought, just like everyone else's, would be that someone broke in." She shakes her head at her friends.

Sailor nods in agreement. "I think I would have hit him before he was able to get a word out. I understand your reaction."

Dani snorts at her. "Fair enough. I still think that you just got off on the wrong foot. He doesn't actually mind Alpine, but he does send you the notes because he can never use his balcony." She stops for a second before pointing her finger very close to your eye. "You're also partaken in the game."

"Me?" Y/N says in disbelief. "I'm an angel."

"Yes, you. You're just going to ignore the catnip incident." Dani smirks

Heat rushes to Y/N's cheeks rather quickly. "Once. I did it once, and I was half sober."

"Half sober?" Dani raises her eyebrows.

"I don't get drunk, so yes, half sober."

"I'm sure it was like two times, you called me after each time."

Sailor throws Y/N a big grin. "Two times. You threw catnip on his balcony two times."

She shrugs. "Maybe I did, or maybe I didn't."

Sailor walks over and throws her arm over Y/N's shoulder, laughing. "Naughty, girl. You're bad, probably learned from me."

The room fills with laughter at her comment, they calm down a moment after. Her face is still hot from her secret admission.

Sailor's phone rings, and quickly after checking the screen, she nods as if answering the text. "As much as I want to know more, Abigail texted me. The girls are waiting for our arrival."

Y/N lets out a slow breath of air. "Lead the way."

Dani leads the way, she looks back at Y/N over her shoulder. "Can't wait. Hot neighbor, here we come."

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The first Thursday of the month. One of his favorite days, just like the third Thursday each month. It brings Harry lots of joy seeing his neighbor after each note. The color on her cheeks, stomping into the store as soon as she walks into the store. It's satisfying and sexy as hell.

Harry enjoys her sass and her beauty; their fun little game has allowed him to accept his new routine. He didn't expect to run a book/coffee shop. But he could never say no to his grandmother when she announced she was ready to retire. After losing his grandfather, she hasn't been the same. Gemma and Harry try their best to support her. He runs the shop, and Gemma visits as much as she can with her kids. He's lucky his mum runs the book store allowing him to focus on the rest.

His grandmother never mentioned the book club of ladies that came included with the store. It's only two days a month, but it's nice. He enjoys having them there. Dot, Abigail, Margie, Sailor, Dani, and Y/N are the core of the group and a few others that attend sporadically.

Y/N, his neighbor with her business next door and her apartment above and right next door, is Harry's favorite. She brings the delicious treats, everyone, raves about that she shares even though he knows it pains her. Bless her good manners. She's also a stunning woman. The most beautiful person he has ever seen. A true masterpiece.

Harry walks over to the group, he stands directly behind where Y/N is sitting. "Good evening to you all."

Harry knows all the other ladies have picked up on their flirty game. They caught on pretty quickly, everyone but her. Y/N's great, but how can someone so cute have no clue that he’s interested. Harry knows there has to be something there because she steals glances at him.

"Would you all like your usual?" Harry's gaze moves across the group, catching everyone's collective yes's. "I'll get right on it."

Harry walks out a big grin on his face. He's quick to finish their orders and bring them out. He heads back for the last two when he stops from entering the back room when he hears Y/N voicing her thoughts.

"It seems unrealistic. No man will sweep you off your feet then kiss you breathless. Even less press you against a wall and kiss you until you forget your own name. The men we read about are fictional and hard to find if there are any left."

Harry would love to kiss her, give her all the pleasure possible. He'd give it to her whenever she asked.

The women are nodding along to her. Dani spots him standing there, and Harry has the sudden urge to go back to the station. She has a hard gaze set on him, and he feels like it's trouble waiting to happen.

She smirks, her eyes not straying from Harry's "Oh, I believe there are men still out there. Don't you, Harry?"

Shit.

Just as quickly, all eyes turn to me, and he plasters a grin on his face as he sets down the drinks for Dani and Sailor. He is quick to gather his thoughts, knowing they are waiting on him. "Yes, those men are out there. No one is perfect, but they are passionate and kind. The right partner brings out the best in you, all bets are off all is fair game for them both. Think it makes a relationship stronger and definitely spices up the bedroom."

Y/N mutters something under her breath that sounds like, "Okay, sure."

Harry is quick to look her way and catches her gaze. "Sorry, I missed that Y/N."

"What?" She questions back as her blush deepens, not breaking the stare.

"You don't think that man is out there. You don't think a man can be passionate?" Harry wants her to see it in him.

She shakes her head, causing loose hairs to fall out of her messy bun framing her face. He wants to reach out and brush it back. "No, they exist. I do believe they are out there. It's just incredibly rare, and most likely already taken.

Harry nods, agreeing with her, as do. the ladies around her. "Could be that you aren't looking in the right places. Maybe," Harry pauses, looking her right in the eyes. "you aren't open to finding someone like that. or you're just picking the wrong ones."

She leans back, and a look of hurt passing through her eyes, and Harry feels terrible. He didn't want to come across as an asshole, but that is precisely what happened. Hae's doing it all wrong. Harry hears the small chime of the door opening and takes that as his cue to leave. "Excuse me, ladies. Sorry to interrupt."

Harry is happy to leave, unsure if he stayed there any longer he'd do something stupid like actually kiss Y/N.

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Y/N is whisking the batter for cupcakes when her thoughts drift back to Harry.

Maybe you aren't open to finding someone.

Three days since the book club and his voice is stuck in her head on a loop, it drives her crazy. He hurt her, but maybe he's right.

Or you're picking the wrong ones.

He doesn't know her, how can he be right. Y/N is going to drive herself crazy thinking about this. Maybe every guy she's met has been perfect, and she's the one who ruins it. Perhaps, she's meant to never be loved. She sets down the bowl and whisk and sighs. Love might not even be for her.

"Looks like lots of fun being in here."

Y/N jumps and turns around quickly to wipe her face of the tear that slipped down her face. That male voice is unfamiliar in her back room. Her heart continues to pound as her eyes meet bright green ones.

She sees his eyes shift to her outfit before landing on her eyes. She knows they're puffy and red because she got little to no sleep last night. Harry's got a shining smile, and she currently doesn't want to deal with his remarks no matter how right or wrong.

He looks good in a loose white t-shirt and mustard flared pants that compliment his thighs well. Y/N stops staring when she reaches his eyes once more and sees the smirk on his face with a hint of concern. Y/N can't believe she's attracted to Harry, hell she might like him. She looks behind Harry and sees the piping bags waiting to be filled with pink frosting. She'd like to lick it off Harry. Y/N takes a step back to shake his thoughts out of her head.

"Did you need something, or was ruining my day the only thing you had on the agenda?"

"Harsh." His hand flies to his chest in mock. That feeling is quick to disappear, and it's replaced by what looks like concern or even worry. "I heard a noise when I came back from a small delivery thought I'd check it out. These close back doors come in handy."

"Well, all is good here. Your presence is not needed." Y/N shoots him a fake smile, hoping it'll get him out of here. She feels guilty, she might have been a little mean. She was never known to be mean, but she doesn't know what it is about him.

There's so much to say to Harry, but she knows he won't even hear it. Harry probably doesn't even realize how the words stayed with me, especially after saying it in front of the other ladies. He's judged me just like everyone else has, and for once, they might be right.

Maybe the men she chose did suck. She hated having high expectations, but it's what her mother taught her to do. Allow yourself only the best love and not to stop until she finds it. Until now, she's still looking. Maybe, she should stop.

Harry takes a step inside, he's four steps away. He looks too good, and what she wants to do is say he was right about her. That she wants him to show her what she's been missing all along. Then he'll grab her by the waist, sit her on the table and kiss her senseless.

Too bad, life isn't a romance novel.

She turns back around, going back to whisking. "Your grandma's cupcakes will be ready soon. Brandon is going to box them up, take them over, and save you the trip.

"Did I do something?" She hears him take a few more steps, meaning he's right behind her. "I can tell you're upset. I can help."

Y/N grips the table, trying to keep her calm. "You just made me realize that I was the problem in all my past relationships. That I'm the problem, all those past guys were never good to me. That it's my fault I was—" She cuts herself off before sharing more than she intended. “It doesn't matter, I see your point."

She can't see Harry's reaction, but she knows he's shocked. She's waiting for him to say something.

"That wasn't what I meant when I said that," Harry says slowly as if she'd turn around to hit him.

"Tell me what you meant then." She meant to say it softly, but it came out harsh.

"Y/N, there is someone here for a cake and want to have a consult with you." A worker of hers peeks through the door.

"I'll be right there, Tamara. Please have them wait for me in the consulting room." Y/N shoots her a smile, and she leaves.

Y/N heads to the sink to wash her hands and then leaves through the door Tamara left through. All without another glance or word to Harry.

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It's nightfall, and Harry feels awful. If Harry didn't know why he was feeling so bad, he'd think he would have a heart attack. The way she broke down on him. Harry hurt her, he didn't mean to, but he did. He's the biggest idiot. Instead of having her fall in love, he made her hate him.

Harry had just turned off the lights and headed to his room when he heard a knock on his door. He turns the hallway light on before heading to the door.

Y/N and Harry share the main door to get access to the apartments meaning someone has to buzz to get in, but since it's a knock. Harry knows it's her. He's never been more thankful to see her beautiful face.

There she stands in all her beauty. Her hair is a mess atop her head, makeup-free face, and a pair of short cupcake pajamas. Very fitting for his nickname for her. Her stunning eyes stare into him, sparking and ready to attack.

She lifts her hand to point the finger at him.

"I'm angry with you."

Harry nods. "Okay."

"You started this downfall I fell in. I can't stop thinking about all the dating and pleasure. I don't like it, and I don't need it, you got it?"

Her cheeks go red before her next words.

"It's not my fault. I haven't been able to find a good guy. It's also not my fault; they didn't treat me well."

"Okay."

"I know my worth, and you and your words aren't going to mess that up. I'll keep my standards high, and I'll keep respecting myself."

"Okay."

"Harry, you're driving me crazy. Stop saying okay."

"Ok—" He's cut off by her finger landing on my lips. Her touch sends chills down his body, and he honestly craves more. Harry wants to take that finger in his mouth, lick it, and suck it as he wants to do the rest of her body.

A gasp leaves her mouth, and Harry swears must be having the same thoughts as him. It's sexy, and Harry only has so much self-control. Harry wants to take a step forward, wrap his hands around her hips to pull her close to finally feel his skin against hers. Six months, he's been waiting six months for the very moment he could make her his.

She's quick to move her finger away. She doesn't know what to say, and for a moment, neither does Harry. Her eyes meet Harry's finally, and he sees the desire burning in her. He steps close, giving her a chance to stop him or tell him, no, but that small nod is all he needs.

Y/N is in his arms, and her mouth is on his. They attack each other like they're starving.

Harry wants her. He wants her forever.

All his life was leading up to this very moment. She's letting him in, and he couldn't be more grateful.

Wine and chocolate Harry tastes that on her tongue.

Intoxicating

She moans into his mouth and presses closer, his hands begin to wonder as do hers. Her fingers tightening in his hair. She's driving Harry crazy, igniting a fire deep inside him. His hands grab her ass tightly, needing her close.

Y/N breaks the kiss, her breathing harsh and warm in my face. "More...Harry, I want... more."

That's all Harry needs to drag her into his apartment, shutting the door. He presses her against the cool wood, all thoughts the only focus is bringing her the pleasure she deserves. She bites his lip, and Harry lets out a low moan. She gasps when she feels how hard he is against her, wrapping a leg around his hips to get them even closer.

Harry groans, he bends a little to grab her other leg. "Hold on, baby."

She holds on tightly, her hands around my neck. Harry tries his best not to lose control, he doesn’t want to come in his pants. He would never recover from the embarrassment.

Y/N arches her back, and she exposes her beautiful throat to Harry. He doesn't think twice before attacking. Biting, sucking, licking. He gives it all to her. Her moans and whimpers allow him to keep going knowing that she is enjoying it. Harry has never been this hard in his life, he wants this forever.

Harry feels her breast and looks down to see her nipples straining against her top's thin fabric. He tugs on one through the material, and Y/N writhes against me, rubbing herself desperately against him. Harry's just as desperate feeling the friction.

Harry shifts her weight in his arms to move one of his hands between their bodies, finding her sensitive spot. He wants to see her come, he craves it.

Harry returns his lips back to hers simultaneously, his fingers slip between her shorts and find the right spot. Harry's the one holding her, but Y/N's the one in control controlling our kiss and moving against his hand that is against her wet silk panties.

Harry swallows every moan and whispers she lets out, it's all for him. She lets a loud moan against his lips then breathes out his name. Harry knows he's ruined forever after watching her come.

Harry knew how amazing she was from the moment she almost hit him with a hockey stick while wearing her sunflower pajamas. He didn't expect her to change his entire life.

He helps her come down her high as they both try to catch their breaths. As he set her down, he didn't pull away, keeping his hands on her waist and lips close by. Harry feels on fire, having her so close still. Harry brushes away the hair framed around her face, and he cups her cheeks, he's making sure he has her full attention. "Let's make one thing clear. Every single man you dated was an idiot. Any man and I mean any, would be lucky to have you."

Y/N swallows. "Okay."

He nods, "Okay?"

She nods her head up and down. "Okay, yes."

Harry slips his hand in hers and brings it to his lips to kiss her soft hands. "Let's get some sleep."

Harry leads the way with a smile on his face. As soon as they enter the room, he scoops in his arms and drops her gently in the bed, he climbs in the act. Once they are both comfortable, he drops the covers over them.

Harry hugs her tight. He's never been happier than he is right now with her in his arms.

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"Can you repeat that?" Sailor's and Julia's voice blasts from the phone speaker. Y/N's thankful they aren't there to witness her embarrassment. Her face feels on fire.

"Uhh...I left. I walked right out."

Silence fills the air of the apartment.

Dani sighs. She knows it is Dani because she's dramatic and likes to really drag it out. As much as they tease her, they love her, and she loves them.

"Explain, please."

Y/N takes a sip of her chamomile tea that always helps her relax, but that's not the case this time. "Well, you know what happened last night. I woke up a little freaked out in his arms. Not that it was bad, it was amazing. I panicked."

"Continue," Dani urges her on.

“I gave him a wave and walked out." Y/N knows that's embarrassing and doesn't want to see Harry.

Dani is the first to laugh then Sailor follows suit.

Y/N lets out a little laugh because it was funny, not her proudest moment.

"Harry seems like an understanding person. Talk to him." Sailor suggested, all while still laughing. "Please stop embarrassing yourself."

The doorbell rings before she gets a chance to answer. "I've got to go. My pizza has arrived. Thanks for listening."

The girls say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N stands to go check the intercom but is only greeted by silence, she slips her shoes on to go check downstairs. Instead, she opens the door, Harry stands in front of it with her pizza in hand. The smile he gives her is one she hasn't seen before, but she'll be craving to see more. His dimples in full display, his eyes crinkle in a way she's never noticed before. She likes it—a lot.

"Hi." She glances down, and she's suddenly reminded of the clothes she threw on after her shower. Not her cutest top and shorts. Definitely, nothing impressive.

Her nerves lessen when she catches his eyes roaming her body. She sees the lust in his eyes, the desire growing as he reaches her face. She wants to kiss him, but that's not the smartest move. "Is that my pizza?" She points to the box in his hands.

He nods and lets out a small laugh, "Yeah. I saw the delivery guy and thought I might convince you to share it with me."

"Oh."

"What do you say?"

"Well, what do you have to offer? I'm not keen on sharing my pizza." She raises an eyebrow at him. The playful banter is back, but now the butterflies in her stomach are in full attack.

Harry moves the pizza box to his side, allowing him to step forward.

"Because—" He captures her lips with his. "I know," his lips brush along her jaw, "how to repay you." He sucks gently on her neck, a shiver running through her body.

She knows exactly what he's referring to, and she's more than happy to accept. He pulls back and has a smirk on his face remembering the effect he has on her. Y/N bites her lip, allowing Harry to think she's thinking it over when his hand connects with her butt in response. He then squeezes, having her lean forward and fall against his chest.

"I want all of you." She feels his chest rising faster, having her so close. "Please, no more running, Miss Cupcake."

Y/N takes a breath to try her best to get herself under control, but she can't because all she smells is him. He smells like home. The smell of coffee and sugar mixing perfectly together.

"Sorry, Harry. Last night was really amazing, but it just got to be too much in the morning. I mean, you know I've never done any of that." She pauses for a moment, mind-spinning because they do know a lot about each other. Life kept pushing them together. "And…I wasn't sure if it was a one-time thing or—"

His lips are on hers, his tongue urgently demanding entry, all words completely gone. A thud is heard, and the next second Y/N is in his arms, and she never wants to leave. His hands are in her hair, she moans the only noise filling the quiet apartment.

Y/N pulls him closer by his shirt. She feels Harry flex as her skin touches him. Alpine lets out a cry from the chair he's sleeping on, pulling them out of the moment.

Harry clears his throat, and she knows he's as messed up as her. She's trying her best to get her thoughts in order. "Would you like to come in?"

Harry's eyes go wide, shining bright. "You're willing to share your pizza with me?"

"On the condition that you behave." Y/N laughs at his shock expression as if he could not be on his best behavior for her.

Harry picks up the pizza box from when he dropped it. "Not fair, especially when you tempt me looking like that."

"This turns you on." Y/N is surprised, closing the door as Harry makes his way to her couch.

"Oh, baby. You're stunning. You make me lose my mind every time."

She's blushing. Harry really likes her, she didn't expect that confession. She had gone most of her life not liking her body or looks, but over time she's come to love who she is. It was not easy, and there are still bad days, but having Harry tell her this makes her feel special.

"Harry, have you liked me the entire time?"

Harry's grin is sheepish. He holds his hand out, and she grabs it without a second thought. "Yes. God, yes, how could I not. I watched you go on a date with those idiots, giving you the time you needed to figure out what was right in front of you." He kisses her knuckles before he raises his head, allowing her to see his smirk. "Enjoying our game."

"Harry" It's all she manages to get out.

"Don't gotta say anything. I'm all in." He tugs on her hand, having her land on his lap. "Don't think I'm ever letting you go again."

Y/N loves the sound of that. She doesn't know why Harry thinks all of this about her, but she's all in.

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Eight Months

"Honey?"

Harry can't help the grin that takes over his face when he hears Y/N call him that. It'll never get old.

"Yes, what do you need?" He's wrapping the towel around his waist, coming out of the bathroom.

"Bedroom, please."

She is quick to look over her shoulder as Harry walks in. He sees her eyes lingering on his butterfly tattoo, her favorite he's come to learn. Harry loves it when she looks at him, he sees all the love she has for him.

Y/N is holding something, and as he steps closer, he is quick to recognize it. He cracks a smile. He doesn't bother keeping in his laughter.

"I did not remember that was there."

"Harry, please tell me why you have catnip hidden behind a Spice Girls ‘SpiceWorld’ hoodie?" She lowers the catnip and slowly closes the distance between them.

He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair. "All I wanted was sweet Alpine to be my friend."

She shakes her head. "You're telling me that you put catnip on your balcony so he'd come over?"

Harry nods. Of course, he did; it was his most excellent idea. "Yes."

"So did I." She whispers.

Harry's eyes go wide. "You did?" He pulls her against him, causing her to let out a small shriek. "Do you have to be so perfect and crazy?"

"Just for you, Honey." She leans in close, breaths mixing together. "Two big reasons you love me."

Harry nods. "Two of the million reasons."

He reaches for her shirt and slips it off relatively easy. "Will you let me show you other reasons with my mouth, and my tongue and. . ." He cuts off as he grinds into her. His hands gently cupping her breasts. He drops his head and licks a path down her throat.

A sexy moan leaves her lips. "This is going to be quick, you in these black leggings always drive me crazy." He kisses your neck, and he guides you to the bed.

Harry slides his hand down her leggings, and just as he was suspecting she's soaking wet. She's ready for him. He's quick to take them off, making sure there's no tear before letting his towel drop.

Harry sinks in one swift move, making them moan in unison. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good."

His thrusts are fast and hard, never slowing down. Harry can tell she's close when she begins to fist the bed. He leans down close, missing the feel of her lips against his. "Come for me, baby." He goes a few more, not slowing down, he feels her walls tightening.

"Harry!" She moans, just as her high hits. Harry is quick to follow, her expressions always helping him find his release.

Harry falls against the bed pulling Y/N to lay on top of him. He wants her close, he always does.

"I love you." He locks eyes with her wanting to see them sparkle.

The sweet smile she gives Harry is his favorite. "I love you."

Harry sits up against the headboard bringing Y/N closer to his chest. He begins to look around his almost empty room. The idea to turn their apartments into one was brilliant, but it has been a lot of work. Harry isn't fond of getting rid of items in his closet, which is why Y/N was there earlier.

"Are you happy, Harry?" Y/N asks as she traces a sparrow on his chest. It's soothing.

He brings his hand down to her cheek, and he lifts her face gently to have her look at him. "Never been happier." She leans in to kiss him but doesn't allow him to deepen in. "Are you?"

"Very." She kisses his dimples and settles back on his chest, continuing with what she was doing.

At this moment, Harry knows he's never been happier, and they has a lifetime of happiness waiting for them.

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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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“Everybody's been there, everybody's been stared down By the enemy, Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing -- Bow down to the mighty... But don't run...stop holding your tongue! Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live; Maybe one of these days you can let the light in... Show me how big your brave is! Say what you wanna say and let the words fall out! Honestly...I wanna see you be brave With what you want to say and let the words fall out Honestly...I wanna see you be brave!”

~“Brave,” by Sara Bareilles

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For my next installment in my Valentine’s Day series where I focus on each of my MC’s with someone that they care about, I’m going to do something different again for my MC Anastasia “Ana” Read and focus on her relationship with her beloved stepfather, Bradley Pinkstone!

After Ana’s mother Bonnie divorced her father John Read, Bonnie -- being the sort of person who’s unable to be on her own -- dated several other men in rapid succession. Unfortunately none of those men were much in the mood to “share” their new girlfriend with her daughter from a previous marriage. Not only was Ana a constant reminder of Bonnie’s relationship with “the ex,” but she also was a socially awkward, chubby little girl who would cause weird “accidents” whenever her mother’s boyfriends were over. Ana would claim she never meant to do anything wrong (and honestly, how could she have done those things anyway, one might think -- no one can make a glass shatter from the other side of the room), but she nonetheless took the blame onto her shoulders and, in response to those boyfriends’ active dislike for or avoidance of her, soon learned to hide away in her room whenever they came over. After all, none of them came to see her, and none of them wanted to -- so it was probably best that she just stay out of the way. And she thought things would be the exact same way when her mother met and fell in love with Bradley Pinkstone.

Ana had heard plenty about her mother’s new fiance before meeting him, but it was only after she received her Hogwarts letter that Bonnie -- looking oddly nervous -- told her that Bradley would be coming over to have dinner with them. Ana dreaded the prospect: she just knew something was going to go wrong. All of the weird things that had happened to her mother’s old boyfriends had to have been her fault, after all -- what if she messed everything up for her mum again, just like she always did? And sure enough, not long after the bright-eyed, curly-haired man in the obnoxious yellow-diamond-patterned pants named Bradley Pinkstone had entered their flat and walked over to Ana as if to offer her a handshake, part of the floor disappeared out from under him, making him trip right into a side table and send several knick-knacks crashing to the floor. Distraught and ashamed, Ana bolted out of the room and up the stairs, even as Bonnie tried to call her back. Ana slammed the door of her room, locking it behind her, and then huddled up in a miserable ball on her bed, dead-set on never coming out again.

You can imagine Ana’s surprise, therefore, when her bedroom door swung open, unlocked, to reveal Bradley Pinkstone standing there, a small smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted gently.

Ana flinched, but didn’t answer. What could she even say? Should she apologize? How could she, without explaining that what had happened was her fault? Witches and wizards weren’t supposed to talk about their magic, right?

Noting the girl’s nerves, Bradley entered the room, quietly closing the door behind him, and slowly migrated over toward her bed in the same manner one might approach a scared animal.

“That...wasn’t my smoothest introduction, was it?” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve fallen flat on my face plenty of times figuratively, but never literally.”

Ana hugged her knees close to her chest. She hated him standing over her -- it made her feel even smaller and more pathetic than she already did.

Bradley tilted his head to the side and considered Ana for a moment, his expression becoming more serious.

“...I know it wasn’t your fault, Anastasia.”

Ana looked up at him, startled.

“Those sorts of things happen, when you’re feeling an intense emotion,” said Bradley sympathetically, “and what you did was easily undone. The floor’s been put right, everything on the side table’s fixed...even my pride will recover eventually.”

He gave a bright white grin.

Ana stared at him, very confused, as she absently let go of her knees. The way he was talking was so matter-of-fact, so nonplussed. It was...well, bizarre.

Bradley raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes twinkling.

“Would you like to know a secret?” he asked.

Ana’s throat was too tight to speak, but she gave a small nod.

Bradley reached into the back pocket of his yellow-diamond-patterned pants and slid out a long stick made of ebony wood with an intricately carved, gold-encrusted hilt for her to see.

It was a wand.

Ana’s gray eyes grew very, very wide.

“You...?”

Bradley tucked his wand back into his pocket with a white smile. “Yep -- I’m one too.”

Ana was stunned. Her mother’s fiance...was a wizard? So he...he knew everything? About the Wizarding World, about Hogwarts, about...how to do magic? ...Was that what he meant, by everything being fixed? He’d been able to undo what she did with magic?!

Her posture was still slightly guarded as Bradley lowered himself down onto the bed next to her.

“This is why your mother and I decided it was time we meet, before the school year begins,” he explained. “I hadn’t known you had magic when I met your mother...I couldn’t tell her about me being a wizard, thanks to the Statute of Secrecy, so I had to act as if I was non-magical myself. Admittedly I don’t like to use magic as much as many wizards do. There are many non-magical methods that work just as well if not better than magical ones. And there are many advancements people who don’t use magic have made that witches and wizards are still woefully ignorant of.”

He gave Ana a small wry smile.

“But...well, Bonnie would talk about you sometimes on our dates, and some of the things she said...well, it reminded me of Jasper and Preston, when they first started showing signs of magic. My sons,” he added, upon seeing Ana’s confused expression. “They’re both quite a bit older than you...but they went to Hogwarts too. Preston just graduated, actually. I’m sure Jasper and he will be really happy to tell you all about Hogwarts. And after you and Bonnie move in, I can always help you with some spells over the summer. Normally you shouldn’t do magic outside of school, of course, but the Ministry won’t punish you if you’re in a house that’s already filled with magical signatures...”

Ana could hardly believe what she was hearing. Of all the people in the world her mother could’ve decided to date, she’d somehow managed to meet a wizard? Not only that...but he actually wanted to help her with her magic?

“...Why...”

Bradley raised his eyebrows. “Hm?”

“...Why do you care?”

Bradley blinked in surprise. Ana knew her question had come out more harshly than she meant, so she tried to backpedal slightly.

“I mean...thank you -- for putting right what I did, but...I’m not your kid. You don’t even know me. I mean...”

She bit her lip and looked down at her hands in her lap.Everything she said kept coming out sounding rude, despite her best efforts.

Bradley, however, didn’t look the least bit offended or hurt. Instead his eyes looked a bit sad.

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “I don’t know you. But, for what it’s worth...I think I’d like to.”

Ana looked up at Bradley, whose face had grown a bit more gentle.

“Let me tell you something, Anastasia -- I’ve lost a lot of people in my life...many people I loved dearly. I even lost my mother when I was about your age. It hasn’t been easy to bounce back from any of that...but one thing I have learned is the value of loving the people in your life, as best you can. We Pinkstones...aren’t the most popular in the Wizarding World, for our stance on magical and non-magical integration...so family is very important to us. And if your mother and I are going to be married, then you will be my family. And that means I’ll do everything I can to love and protect you -- because that’s what family should be.”

He tapped his heart with his fist lightly.

“I know I’m not your father, nor do I ever want to replace him -- but I’d love to learn more about you from you, rather than just from your mother. As nice as it is to hear about how bright and imaginative you are...I’d love to see that for myself.”

Ana stared at Bradley for a long, long moment. Her gray eyes were still guarded and faintly nervous, rather like a stray cat hesitating before letting someone pet them for the first time. Then, after a very long silence, she nodded mutely. Bradley smiled.

“To start with...what are these books here you’ve got lined up on the bottom shelf?” he asked curiously. “They’re perfectly organized by number...I assume they’re volumes of something?”

Ana nodded.

“They’re manga,” she mumbled. “Japanese comic books.”

Bradley’s eyes lit up. “Really? May I?”

Ana nodded again, and he bent down to slide one of them from the shelf and look at the cover, which depicted a blond, blue-eyed girl with a blue-skirted white jumpsuit, a red-ribbon choker, and round red barrettes in her hair buns.

“‘Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon,’“ he read off the front cover.

He glanced from Ana to the book and back and his smile grew brighter and larger still.

“...Ahh, so that’s why you’re wearing a red ribbon around your neck -- you’re dressed as this character today!”

Ana looked down at her lap, her cheeks flushing as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her blue skirt self-consciously. “Mm-hmm.”

“That’s brilliant,” said Bradley brightly. “Oh, Jasper is going to be thrilled -- he’s quite a fashion icon himself. He’s into the ‘Gothic Victorian subculture’ -- from what I understand, it’s a fashion movement that celebrates both period clothing from the late 1800′s and early 1900′s, as well as the darker Gothic aesthetic. Jasper has quite a collection of top hats and waist coats.”

Ana perked up slightly. “...So your son likes to dress up too?”

“Yes,“ said Bradley. “He comes by it honestly, really -- I don’t know if your mother told you, but my sons and I work in a theater, in Stratford-Upon-Avon. Jasper’s the most ‘stage-oriented’ out of the three of us: he works as an actor and stage-combat choreographer. Meanwhile my younger son, Preston, works in our tech department -- he’s a master of special effects. Though that’s partially because he likes to cheat and make some of the stage magic a bit more literal than it probably should be.”

Despite a mild attempt at disapproval, he was smiling mischievously. Ana felt her shoulders loosening a bit.

“What do you do?” she asked.

“I’m a stage manager,” said Bradley, “so I do a little bit of everything. Casting. Marketing. Settling disputes. Putting right what goes wrong.”

Ana shifted over slightly to better face him. “I guess with magic...doing that’s a bit easier, huh?”

“Sometimes,” said Bradley. “But magic isn’t always like how people who don’t use magic depict it, in stories. There are limits to what magic can do -- just as there are limits to what people who don’t use magic can do. Magic is just like any other talent you might have, in the end...like fencing, or mechanics...”

“Or writing?” asked Ana.

Bradley grinned. “Absolutely. It’s something you have to practice at and constantly refine, in order to be good at it...but once you have mastered it, you can be capable of amazing things. Once that happens, though, you then have a responsibility to use those talents for the benefit of others.”

Ana’s gray eyes were very bright as she nodded in agreement.

“‘You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed,’” she said softly. “‘You’re responsible for your rose.’”

Bradley quirked an eyebrow in interest. “Which book is that from?”

“The Little Prince.”

“I’ve yet to read that one. Would you recommend it?”

Ana bit her lip in amusement. “Well, it’s a children’s book...but the man who wrote it ended up writing it after escaping France, when the Nazis took over. I have a biography about him.”

She got down on her hands and knees to reach into the corner of one of her other bookcases, take a white-covered paperback off the shelf, and hand it to Bradley. He took it and turned it over to read the summary on the back.

“‘From a master biographer, the life story of the daring French aviator who became one of the twentieth century's most beloved authors,’” he read aloud.

Bradley’s grin grew a bit broader. “I must say, you have quite an extensive library. Might we exchange book recommendations, once I’ve finished with this one?”

Ana’s face at long last burst into a smile too and she nodded eagerly.

“Yeah.”

#hpma #magic awakened #anastasia read #bradley pinkstone #jasper pinkstone #preston pinkstone #my art #my writing #YAY FIRST TIME DRAWING BRADLEY #bradley is the best dad ever okay??#I love him so much #daveed diggs is his face claim by the way #ana's skirt is really high-waisted because her mother has coached her to wear them that way #as when she wears them at her natural waist she looks like (in bonnie's words) 'a sack of potatoes tied in two' because of her tummy #bonnie does have her subconscious weightist tendencies >>;#but yeah ana's wear a red ribbon a white shirt and blue skirt and her bright red sneakers to try to channel sailor moon #she's also wearing her favorite sailor moon crescent moon earrings too <3 #she's disneybounding before disneybounding is a thing hahahaha #she thought channeling one of her heroes would make her feel braver #once ana and bonnie become part of the pinkstone clan bradley preston and jasper all start calling anastasia 'anya'#and of course all three of them adore her like she was their flesh and blood #and she loves them back just as much!#just like I love my stepmother and stepbrother <3

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 104 - SBT

Here it is!

"When is she due, Micky?"

"A few days, maybe a week, now, Mum."

"And he's always holding her like that?"

"Yep… Holds her more than anythin' else. Even took his week off of work for her."

Mundy and Caroline were preparing a tray of tea and biscuits while Lucien was on the sofa, holding Perle on his lap.

"And how is it goin' with him?" She asked.

"Mum, he… He's amazing. I…" Mundy sighed and turned to look at Lucien, through the door. The Frenchman was absorbed by whatever he was saying to Perle and didn't pay attention to Mundy, leaning on his side on the doorframe. "I don't know how to say this."

"Just say it as it comes, Micky."

"Might come out weird."

"Micky, I'm you mum. I know you. You don't have to make excuses or anything."

Mundy leaned his head on the doorframe too.

"He's… perfect. He's everythin'. He's… Y'know, sometimes I think about how it was before."

"Before you met him?"

"Yeah, and even before we lost the farm, how I used to get mad at Dad and all… And then I look at Lu' and all this frustration that I had with Dad just… melts away. It's almost like it was worth gettin' mad and going to the desert for days if it meant that I'd get with Lu' in the end."

"Aw, Micky… Listen to you, big boy…"

"I-I'm sorry. Might be a bit too much, the way I said it."

"No, please…" Caroline joined him at the door. "Go on."

"I uh… When I think back, I wonder how I managed to live before him. And then I realise that…"

"That what, baby?"

"That I wasn't." He answered in a sigh. "Everythin' makes sense with him, and nothing does without him."

"Aw…"

"I don't even know if that makes sense."

"It does, Micky, oh it does…" Caroline turned to the whistling kettle and dealt with it.

"Really?" Mundy followed her.

"Yeah. I felt the same for your father back in the days."

"Not anymore?"

"O'course I still feel that way for him, that's why I stay with him. For better and for worse, in health and in sickness."

"Yeah… Never thought I'd get it one day, but now I do."

"And it made you grow into an even better man, this relationship with your Lu'."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're so much more calm, and confident too! You used to be so shy and bottle up everythin'. Sometimes even I found it hard to understand you, Micky. But now, you open up more and you even talk about your feelings…! I didn't even know if or when you had a girlfriend or a companion…"

"Never really happened."

"Really?"

"No one came even close to what I'm havin' with Lu' now. It was just uh… y'know… Not more than a few hours, if we're both drunk…"

"Oh…"

"Yeah, 'm not proud of it." Mundy blushed. "But it was never something when I could have decent conversations, or even just feelings for the guy, or the sheila. It only happened with Lu'."

Caroline smiled sweetly at her son.

"Head over heels for him, you are, eh?"

"Yeah, at least." Mundy chuckled.

"By the way, did you think about what I told you the other day?"

Mundy raised an eyebrow but soon he understood his mother.

"Oh, yeah. But he's too busy with the kittens. Will give it more thought after."

"Fair enough. Now please, be a good boy and carry the tray for your old Mummy, yeah?"

"Sure."

Mundy obeyed and followed his mother to the living-room.

"Mon bébé… Oh? Tu as senti ça? C'est un petit! Ils sont presque prêts!"

[My baby… Oh? Did you feel this? That was a little one! They are nearly ready!]

Lucien had his hand on Perle's side, feeling the occasional kick of the young life brewing there.

"Meow!"

"Oui! Je l'ai senti encore!" He laughed and Perle brushed her head against him.

[Yes! I have felt it again!]

"Here we go for a cup of tea…" Caroline brought the tray.

"Mundy, did you think about-?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah, I did, Lu', I got an extra lil' bowl of water for Pearl, don't worry." Mundy and Caroline sat left and right from Lucien.

"Thank you." Lucien said and took the bowl Mundy handed him. He got it close to Perle who sat up and started lapping at the water.

"You seem very worried for her." Caroline gave Mundy his cup of tea. "Did she have a bad delivery in the past?"

"Not that I know of." Lucien answered. “But she must stay hydrated. She is drinking for four now, five including herself."

"There are four kittens?" Caroline asked.

"Oui, that is what the veterinarian said."

"Aw…"

"Lu' even has that book he's reading all the time about it."

"About what?" Caroline asked.

"Cat pregnancy." Lucien answered. "I want to be prepared for the delivery and to welcome the little ones. The bed is ready and waiting in our room, did Mundy show you?" Lucien asked.

"N-no, he didn't…?"

"Lu's a bit…"

"He says I am doing too much." Lucien said. "I am merely trying my best. It is an important event in the life of our baby here, so it is extremely important to me. Besides, it is exhausting for her, mentally and physically." Lucien scratched her, brushed her and pampered her all day long.

"I'm tellin' him he doesn't need to be such a mother hen but it's almost like he's gonna get the kittens…"

"We are, Mundy - oh, oui, ma chérie, voilà. Tu es fatiguée? Tu peux dormir, Papa veille sur toi."

[Yes, my darling, there you go. Are you tired? You may sleep, Papa is watching over you.]

Soot jumped on Mundy's lap to then lie next to his wife.

"Oui, Soot, tiens lui compagnie, brave garçon…"

[Yes, Soot, keep her company, good boy…]

"Even Soot is helpin', eh?" Caroline asked as she took a sip of her tea.

"Oui, he is an excellent future father. He bathes her everyday, thoroughly, and helps her stay warm."

Caroline smiled sweetly.

"May I ask, Caroline…"

"Yeah?"

"Any names you would suggest for the kittens?" Lucien asked.

"Oh, I… I don't really know. I'm not good with names…!"

"Yeah, you are, Mum." Mundy wrapped an arm around Lucien's shoulders. "You chose my name and I'll never complain about it."

"Mundy is so beautiful and exotic." Lucien added.

"Oh, well… I just liked the sound of it." Caroline chuckled. "But Lu', what does your name mean? Where does it come from?"

"Ah, well…" Lucien slowly leaned back on the sofa, paying attention to disturb Perle the Soot the least possible. "My mother told me that she was the one to choose this name for me. My father was missing when I was born. We learnt only later that he had passed. She chose Lucien because of the meaning. It comes from the Latin lux, which means 'light'. My name means 'the luminous one'. She named me thus, hoping that I would bring her the light of hope." He smiled, albeit with bittersweetness.

"That's very sweet…" Caroline said.

"Indeed, she was."

"Is she still…?"

"Non, she passed away a long time ago unfortunately."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you, Caroline."

"Carrie." Lucien's eyebrows jumped. "If I call you Lu', you can call me Carrie."

Mundy blushed from his end of the sofa.

"But enough about old stories and let's look at the future." Lucien looked at Perle, asleep on his lap. "I cannot wait for the little ones to get born."

"It'll be a lot of little mouths to feed, eh?" Caroline said.

"Oui, but it is all ready, aren't we, Mundy?"

"Hey, I raised the previous litter mostly on my own, eh? Did I do a bad job at it?"

"Well…" Lucien teased with a smirk.

"Well, what? Dare tell me they were badly raised, I dare ya!"

"They weren't badly raised but uhm, a few things could have been improved, I believe."

"What?!"

Caroline chuckled at the banter.

"You boys are made for each other."

Mundy blushed beyond his ears and Lucien's cheeks turned pink.

"Mum…!"

"You remind me of Mike and I when we were younger."

"By the way, how is he?" Mundy asked.

"Would you rather I left you alone?" Lucien asked.

"Nah, don't be silly." Caroline answered.

"I would perfectly understand." Lucien insisted.

"Lu', you're family." Caroline said and put her hand on Lucien's. "You need to know these things as much as Micky does."

She put her cup back on the tray and laid her hands flat on her knees.

"He's… Better, I think, in a way at least." Lucien and Mundy listened keenly. "He is talkin' again and living normally, so that's good."

"But…?" Lucien felt it coming.

"But he… He doesn't really wanna talk about you, Micky."

"What d'you mean?" The Aussie asked.

"Whenever I come back from visiting you, I always tell him that you're doin' fine and, y'know, give him the latest news. But he doesn't really react to any of it… He's hearin' me alright, eh, but he just doesn't answer anything."

Mundy lowered his head.

"Is he eatin' and sleeping well?" He asked.

"Yeah, like he used to. I sleep better too. But he's still a bit off for anything that concerns you."

Mundy sighed.

"I… I'm so sorry, Mum, I-I wish I could do somethin'... Other than leavin' Lu' that is, cause that's never gonna happen."

"I know, baby, I know." Caroline said. "I wish I could do something too."

"I might have an idea." Lucien said. "But I need to ask first, would Mike accept to see Mundy coming at your door?"

"I-I don't know." Caroline said. "You guys want to visit?"

"Just Mundy, I think my presence would be too much."

"No." Mundy answered. "We either go together or none of us go. He's got to understand I'm not ready to compromise on you, Lu'. I've always taken his side and taken it on my shoulders, his rants, his anger, everythin'. This time, I won't yield."

Lucien turned his head to face away for an instant. Caroline noticed it and frowned at Mundy for his bluntness. He blushed and looked where his mother was nodding at.

"I-I mean… I… Uh… Hm." Mundy took Lucien's hand in his and pulled it to his own chest. "It's both of us or no one, is all."

"I know, Micky." Caroline gently nodded. "But what was your idea, Lucien? Maybe we can make it work differently?"

-- A few days later, in the evening --

"Meow…"

"Oui, mon bébé, je sais, moi aussi je l'attends. Dad ne devrait plus tarder."

[Yes, my baby, I know, I am also waiting for him. Dad shouldn't be much longer.]

Lucien was sitting on the bed, in his pyjamas with his book about cat pregnancy in one hand. The other was busy petting Perle and Soot, scratching and lazily brushing their black and white fur. From time to time, he would turn a page and read whatever could make the passing of time less dull, under the night lamp.

Whenever some noise would interrupt his reading, his ears would prick up, along with Perle's and Soot's. But he knew that if Soot didn't move - and if Perle didn't try to - then, it wasn't Mundy yet.

Eventually, it did happen. Soot and Perle were bathing each other when the black male slithered out of bed.

"Meow…" Perle pushed herself on her paws to stand up.

"Ma chérie, non, regarde-toi, tu peux à peine tenir debout. Reste allongée avec moi, Dad et Soot vont venir, ne t'inquiètes pas."

[My darling, no, look at yourself, you can barely stand up. Stay on my lap with me, Dad and Soot will come shortly, don't worry.]

Perle meowed in protest but soon agreed with her Papa when she realised that her belly was too much of a burden to jump down the bed. She curled back on her Papa's lap and complained.

"Meoooow?"

"Why, you ask? Because you are bearing fragile children, mon bébé." He brushed her long, white hair and paid attention to never pressure her belly.

"Hey, luv'." Mundy entered the room while Soot slithered back on the bed. "Look at you, babies…" The Aussie removed his clothes to stay in a tank top and boxer shorts before joining Lucien and the cats in bed.

"Won't you be cold with only that?" Lucien asked.

"Nah, you and the cats keep me warm."

"Meow!" Perle raised her head and pushed herself to her feet.

"Bonsoir, mon amour."

[Good evening, my love.]

They exchanged a kiss and Lucien naturally used Mundy's shoulder as a pillow. Perle and Soot lay between them.

"Meow…?"

"Yeah, sorry, Pearl baby." Mundy scratched Perle on her head. "I was busy with work and all… The electricity cut on the workshop and a few other rooms. Turned out it was only a fuse in the end."

"It took you a long time…" Lucien complained and snuggled against his lover.

"Sorry, couldn't tell it was as simple as that at first." Mundy looked down his chest. Lucien was lying on his shoulder, Perle and Soot sharing his chest and stomach. "Look at all of you, I was only gone for a few hours, eh?"

"We missed you." Lucien said.

"Meow…!" The cats answered.

"Aw, sorry. Did I miss anythin'?"

"Perle is getting more and more tired."

"It's gonna be soon, eh?" Mundy answered as he laced his arm around Lucien.

"Oui. I can't wait but I am also apprehensive."

"Why?"

Lucien closed his eyes as he felt Mundy slide his fingers through his locks to scratch his scalp.

"We will be grandparents, Mundy."

The Aussie switched off the night lamp and Lucien put his book aside, on his night table.

"We were grandparents before, eh. It's not the first time."

"Oui, but this time we will attend the event of giving birth itself…! Last time, you saw the kittens days after their birth, and I? I saw them much later!" Lucien sighed with a smile. "We will see them open their eyes and… take their first steps, eat solid food for the first time…"

"You really talk about them as if they're your own babies, eh?"

"It is as close as it can ever get." Lucien answered.

"Would you… Would you have liked to have more children?" Mundy shyly asked and started regretting when he heard Lucien take a deep breath and sigh. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see it, but Lucien frowned.

"I do not know. I don't think I want more children. I just… I would have loved Jérémy to…" Lucien didn't manage to finish his sentence. "Sometimes, I think about the future, not just for you and me, but the future beyond us. Once we pass, nothing will remain of us but a lifeless body. No one will carry our name, our values, us."

Lucien looked down and saw Perle and Soot had fallen asleep, forming one mass of fluff on Mundy's body.

"Yeah, guess you're right but you're also very wrong, baby." Mundy answered with a low voice, and pulled Lucien to rest his head on him. "You're the only reason some people made it through the war, you're the only reason some lives didn't end back then. You'll be remembered, for sure, and if you think about it, the simple existence of these people and their children is your doin', even though they're not your kids, eh."

"Maybe, but it is very impersonal. None of these people will have a part of me in them. But those kittens, as disturbing and mad as it sounds, these kittens do have a part of you and me, as much as Perle and Soot do."

"It's not mad, baby. It's the truth. I mean, I remember the first time I saw baby Pearl stop at a crossroad… That was madness." Mundy chuckled and Lucien smiled. "But also, that showed me what kind of man you were, and turned out you weren't so different from me."

"What do you mean?" Lucien asked as his eyes slowly closed.

"You showed me that you were a family man, a man who could care deeply for people, even though the suit, the tie, the balala-thingy and everythin' didn't show it much. Your heart was bigger than what it seemed and even if your attitude and all tried to hide it, your heart was still bigger and sweeter, baby."

"Aw… Mundy… Did you really think all that when you saw Perle stop at the crossroad?" Lucien's hand slowly slid to Mundy's chest and gently scratched it on the tanktop.

"Yeah, but thing is, I didn't stop to put it into words. But now you taught me to do it, and here we are."

"What, mon amour?"

"Remember I had that chat with you, a long time ago, and I told you that you managed to put words on things I couldn't. D'you remember that, doll?"

Lucien hummed and weakly nodded against his lover's chest, next to Perle's fluff.

"Well, back then, you said that it was because I was scared of lookin' inside me, scared of what I'd find. But now, I'm not, not anymore. I just… I feel like I've got my life together, and in my own hands. I have a beautiful, uh… I-I don't even know what to call you, I mean, boyfriend seems childish, partner sounds like we're doin' business…"

"What about lover?"

"It's nice but… You're more than that, Lu'. You're so much more. I grew up with you, I changed. I'm so much less shy now, I'm more confident and I feel like a proper man, with a family to take care of. Lu', you… You've made me a man."

Lucien opened his eyes and raised his head to Mundy.

"Mundy…? These are very strong words."

"Yeah, I know." Mundy frowned.

"Are you sure about this?" Lucien turned to his stomach to rest on his forearms. Mundy looked in his eyes and slid a hand on his cheek and through his long, silky hair.

"Yeah. I'm sure. You've changed me, Lu'. I'm more responsible now, I'm… I've always feared that day that I'd have a family on my shoulders. I can hardly take care of myself alone so takin' care of other people was just not possible. But I had it wrong in my head. O'course I can take care of a family. If the family is you, Pearl and Soot, yeah, I'll carry you all on my shoulders everyday if I have to. I just… I just love you."

Lucien smiled and pushed himself closer to Mundy, pressing his lips against his lover. The Aussie's hand gently pushed Lucien's hair away from his face.

"I love you too, mon amour."

Another quick peck was exchanged and Lucien laid his head on Mundy's shoulder. It didn't take them long to fall asleep.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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official-weasley · 3 years

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 2, Ch. 2

PART 2: THE YEAR OF MISCHIEF AND SNEAKING AROUND Chapter 2 - A New Year

Nova

In the last week of August, the Weasleys and I met my mum in Diagon Alley just like my mum and Molly planned. We bought our books and got Pip his favorite treats. Charlie and I were drooling and pressing our hands on the window display of Quality Quidditch Supplies.

We then stopped at the café Tulip's mum owned just to find out that Tulip wasn't there but her mum told us that she would tell her to meet us on the Platform 9 ¾ on the 1st September. Molly also took Bill to get new robes as he grew quite a lot over the Summer and Charlie got Bill's old robes. His freckled cheeks turned pink as his mum told that in front of me and my mum but I didn't care.

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On several occasions, Charlie got embarrassed as he talked about his home or his things, most belonging to Bill before him. I have never seen it as a bad thing that they didn't have as much money as some of the other Pure Blood families. My parents had quite a stock of gold in our Gringotts vault as a Curse Breaker and an Auror but what good did that do me if I didn't see them most of the year.

I would've done anything to have my mum or my dad at home as Molly stayed at home with Charlie and his siblings. Their house was also something that wasn't embarrassing at all. I liked the smell of wood and honeysuckle and I liked the fact that it was a bit cramped. You feel more like a family rather than in a big house.

—

When we got all of our things, my mum said goodbye to me as she had to hurry back to work. She gave me a big hug as tears gathered in her eyes. I knew she felt bad that she wouldn't be able to accompany me to the Station in a week's time and I knew she wanted more than anything to spend my last week out of Hogwarts with me but she couldn't get time off work.

That's why I returned to the Burrow with the Weasleys, something I really didn't mind. I couldn't deny that I missed my mum but being surrounded by such a loving family made me forget just how much I miss spending time with my parents.

On 1st September Molly took me, Bill, and Charlie to the Platform 9 ¾, accompanied by Percy, Fred, and George while Arthur stayed at home with Ron and Ginny as it was a Sunday.

She hugged her sons and wished them a great year at Hogwarts and then she looked at me.

“Oh, Nova dear, it was so nice to have you in our home.” She cupped my cheeks.

“Thank you for having me Molly, I had a great time.” I smiled.

“Have a good year, study hard, and take notes.” She stopped for a second. “Your mum told me to say that to you.” She winked at me. “And take care of my boys, will you? My heart is lighter knowing that they have you, especially Charlie.” She pulled me into a tight embrace.

“Mum!” Charlie frowned, embarrassed.

“Bill, you look after these two. Make sure they stay in line.” She hugged both, Bill and Charlie, again and gave them a soft kiss on the cheek.

We wanted to enter the train when I heard someone calling my name. It was Tulip who was looking all over for us in the crowd. Together we got on the train and found that Tonks and Penny already reserved a compartment for us.

We all hugged and I couldn't help but feel happy as we were all together again. Jae, the Gryffindor Charlie spent time with and spent more time with Tulip and Tonks than any of us by the end of our First Year, joined us for a second but couldn't stay as our compartment already had 6 seats taken.

Tulip started to explain what a mundane Summer she had as she was mostly helping her mum in her coffee shop but she didn't mind as she made quite a lot of money and was saving it for Zonko's Joke Shop next year when we are going to be allowed to go to Hogsmeade for the first time.

Tonks showed us all the scars Merlin gave her over the Summer and we were puzzled as to why her parents didn't use a charm to heal her hands. She admitted that she liked spending the time with the cat after all and that she kicked him off the bed one night as she didn't know he was there and felt sorry for him as he came back to cuddle.

She also told us that 2 out of 4 pranks she planned for her parents succeeded and that to her astonishment her parents still loved her.

Penny gave us a rather short version of her beach vacation as all of us sent her a confused letter when she sent us greetings from Brighton. She instead told us that mum taught her how to brew 3 new potions, 2 of which we won't learn in class for another year. She also told us how annoying her little sister was as she kept bombarding her with questions about Hogwarts and wanted to know when she could meet all of her friends.

It was fun to see the Sorting Ceremony from the House Tables instead of being sorted. Ravenclaw gained 4 new witches and 2 new wizards. Tulip and I couldn't help but reminisce about our Sorting Day and admitted that we don't miss it at all.

After the feast, we went to our dormitories, and much to Tulip and mine's surprise we knew exactly how to get to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Our room was still looking good and still had the best view of the entire castle.

A little before we went to bed, Professor Flitwick gathered us all in the Common Room, giving us our class schedules as tomorrow was Monday and the classes were ready to begin.

Our schedules this year were packed way more than the previous year where we only had 2, max 3 classes per day. Now we had at least 4 classes per day except 3 on Friday.

The schedule read:

Monday – Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology

Tuesday - Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, Double Charms, Astronomy at Midnight

Wednesday – Double Herbology, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic

Thursday – Transfiguration, Double Potions, History of Magic, Herbology, Astronomy at Midnight

Friday – Potions, Charms, Transfiguration

We had classes with the same Houses as last year and even though we knew that we had History of Magic, Tulip and I kind of hoped that the teachers would forget about it and we wouldn't have to go. That, of course, was not the case.

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I decided that I wouldn't try out for the House Quidditch Team this year just yet. I still felt that I could use a bit of practice and I teased Charlie that I would let him have the Quidditch Cup this year as we would win every year after that with me on the team.

Charlie tried out for the Gryffindor Team but wasn't picked as the Quidditch Captain picked his little brother as Team's Seeker. He was pretty bummed out about it and we had to go to Hagrid's every day after school for almost a week so Hagrid could cheer him up by telling us stories about different creatures he encountered or owned at any point in his life.

Penny, of course, loved the fact that we had so much more school work and Potions 3 times per week made her heart pump faster.

Tonks however made me and Charlie question our prediction that she would wait until the end of the year to have a breakdown as she already refused to do her homework. She and Penny got into constant fights because Penny couldn't understand how she doesn't care about homework one bit and Tonks didn't understand why she cared so much about it.

I did pretty well and kept up with most of my schoolwork. Penny only had to help me with one of my Potions essays and Tulip and I always did Astronomy homework immediately after class. It did mean that we stayed up almost all night since Astronomy classes were at Midnight but we enjoyed each other's company and the little chats we had together as we didn't have the opportunity to spend that much time alone outside of class.

She was sneaking around the Castle with Tonks and Jae most of the days as I spent my time with either Penny or Charlie by the Lake, at Hagrid's, in the Owlery with Pip, or in the Courtyard, which was still my favorite place to draw.

It seemed that Charlie rarely left Hagrid's and I am sure he wouldn't even do that if it wasn't for me and he wanted to spend time with me. As Second Years, we were allowed to bring our own brooms to school and when the weather was nice Charlie liked to practice his flying by the Lake, me throwing a ball for him to catch.

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One Tuesday it so happened that we had a free period when we were supposed to have Herbology. Apparently, one of the Forth Years accidentally angered a plant and it trapped them in the Herbology classroom resulting in our class being rescheduled for next week. As Tulip and I wandered around the Castle, we decided to see what was so bad about the girl's bathroom on the Second Floor.

See, the day before, we heard a couple of Slytherin girls from the year above us say that they are never going in there again and that they wouldn't wish it upon their worst enemy to get locked in there and that said a lot about Slytherins.

My school bag was unusually heavy that day but I didn't pay attention to it as I was sure that I misread the schedule and put an extra book in there.

When we got to the bathroom it looked quite normal to us. We knocked and nothing happened. We peeked inside and it didn't smell bad or seem in any way out of the ordinary.

We took a deep breath and went in, eyes closed as we were expecting something bad to happen. We thought we came upon a completely normal-looking bathroom and almost left but then we heard something in one of the bathroom stalls. We stopped, turned around and listened carefully.

It sounded like a girl was crying and for a second we were really mad at Slytherins for making fun out of a crying girl.

All of a sudden a ghost of a girl came through the door of one of the cubicles. She looked at us startled as much as we looked at her in shock. At first, she looked quite happy to see us. She told us that her name is Myrtle and that she lives in the bathroom. We didn't see anything wrong with that until Tulip made a very big mistake. She asked her what happened to her.

Myrtle burst into tears and started to cry rather loudly. After the crying stopped she started screaming and became angry and just as we were about to leave, the belt on my bag ripped and I heard something broke inside it.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Tulip whispered as she was quite taken aback by Myrtle.

“I have no idea.” I replied as I watched Myrtle getting closer to my bag.

I took a deep breath and ran towards it. I had my drawing notebook in there and I didn't know much about ghosts so I didn't know if Myrtle could ruin it or not. I grabbed my bag and out fell something that looked a lot like a...

“Dungbomb! Nova run!” Yelled Tulip and opened the bathroom door.

We got out just in time and as the doors were closing, we saw how the bomb exploded straight into Myrtle's face as she was too slow to realize what we were running away from.

We ran down the corridor and all the way to the Great Hall and when we finally caught our breath did we manage to understand what happened. We knew we were supposed to feel bad but just by exchanging looks, we burst out laughing.

We laughed so hard that I was beginning to feel cramps in my stomach and Tulip was clapping in a way that reminded me of a clapping seal.

Our friends ran to us, asking what was going on and upon telling them how we sneaked in and detonated a Dungbomb on a crying ghost, Tonks finally spoke.

“No! I was saving that for tomorrow!” She got sad.

“Wait, the bomb was yours?” My face puzzled. “What was it doing in my bag?” I frowned at her.

“Well, you take care of your bag the most as your drawing notebook is inside and I needed a safe place for it until tomorrow to execute my plan.” Tonks' face was as pink as her hair. “See, I wanted to hide the bomb from myself as I knew I wouldn't be able to resist using it today rather than tomorrow.” She explained.

“And you put it in my bag? The bag that has my most prized notebook inside?” I was trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. “What if I didn't grab the bag and the bomb went off with my notebook still inside?” My eyes narrowed.

“Blimey Nova, I'm sorry. I did package the bomb carefully but I didn't think about that.” She scratched her nose.

I couldn't be angry at her, not after what Tulip and I just witnessed, especially because my notebook was alright.

We had to tell the story again as our whole lot laughed, including Penny who wanted to feel sorry for Myrtle but the whole incident was just too funny. Tonks, however, promised that she would never put anything that would either rip or ruin any contents inside my bag ever again as I sewed it back together with a spell.

I spent most of my weekends after lunch with Charlie by the Lake. We got a few new books from Hagrid as he reckoned we were ready for them. While reading them out loud to each other, we usually daydreamed about playing Quidditch and we couldn't wait until the end of the school year when the Second Year students had to pick Elective Subjects as we already knew one of them was going to be Care of Magical Creatures.

Bill sometimes joined us, however, Charlie and I both thought that he was daydreaming about a girl rather than creatures and that he joined us as an excuse to keep an eye on us. Pip also accompanied us to the Lake often and was quite surprised when I started drawing other creatures, inspired by my Self-Doodler rather than him. Serves him right for not wanting to pose for me over the Summer.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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The Fall 4

Harry Potter AU

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 3

Rating: M

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“Y/n, don’t do it. She isn’t worth it.”

Sirius said carefully as he followed you through Kings Cross. All he could see was the disaster waiting to happen!

“She needs to hear it! She is a horrible toad of a woman and has personally offended me.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder at James, who looked as nervous as he did. All he could see was your little 5’3 self storming up to his intimidating mother and telling her exactly what you thought of her! Sirius was ready to grab you, if need be, and vanish. Between James and himself, they could get you away before the sparks started flying.

The moment Walburga Black came into view, Sirius was pleading with you to just go another direction. He also knew telling you not to do something worked about as well as baptizing a cat. Once that you had something in your head, he needed to be ready to pick up the pieces. Typically Sirius didn’t mind. He was always ready to scoop you out of whatever mess your feisty temper got you into, however, his mother was another story.

“Mrs. Black?”

Walburga knew who you were. Y/n Potter was no secret to the Black family. Walburga knew that you had been with her son for over 2 years now and was probably part of the reason he went around the twist.

“What do you want, child? Haven’t you ruined my life and family enough?”

Walburga said, rolling her eyes. You didn't back down as so many people did when Walburga’s cold eyes fell on them.

“No, you’re done that yourself. How dare you hurt Sirius the way you have! You should be ashamed of yourself for being an abusive cold monster!”

Sirius quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. If Walburga cared for him at all, she wouldn't attack you while in his arms. Sure, it was a long shot but he couldn’t risk you being harmed.

“Stay out of things that you don’t understand. Sirius is no son of mine.”

You were trembling in Sirius’ arms as he hissed at you to calm down.

“I totally understand that you are a psychopath and I am thrilled that I won’t have to deal with you as my mother in law! You don’t have to worry about your son. I’ll give him the love that he deserves and that you are incapable of giving…”

Sirius’ eyes snapped open. He hadn’t had that dream in a long time. It seemed since Harry and yourself arrived a few days before; you were not leaving Sirius’ mind at all.

When Sirius tried to move, he became aware that he wasn’t alone. Looking down quickly, his mouth dropped seeing you draped across him. Your face was snuggled against his shoulder while your left arm was thrown across his chest.

“What did I do last night?”

Sirius thought as he tried to think about the previous evening. The conversation with you slowly replayed through his mind.

“You can kiss me all you want tomorrow.”

If you wanted nothing to do with him that would be one weird statement to make. Sirius slowly turned on his side before you wiggled right back against his chest. He slowly reached down and stroked his finger over your cheek.

Your hazel eyes fluttered open slowly. To Sirius’ relief, you didn’t jump and try to bolt from the room. Instead, you actually smiled at him. It had to be the most beautiful smile that he had seen in a long time too!

“I would ask what we did last night but we both have clothes on.”

Sirius said with a small grin. You smiled again.

“You were super drunk and arguing with your mother’s picture. Me getting in bed to cuddle you was the only thing that would shut you up.

Sirius rolled his eyes. That sounded like himself!

“You know that I’m a needy drunk. Does that promise of getting to kiss you anytime I want still stand?”

He was surprised when you leaned forward and pushed your lips to his. Sirius wanted to kiss you longer. When you pulled away, it took all he had not to protest.

“That should answer your question”

You replied with a shy smile.

“What changed your mind?”

Sirius asked out of curiosity. The day before, you were adamant that you would not take him back now you were in his bed offering kisses. Your hazel eyes rolled back to his.

“I don’t want to hold onto the bad parts of our past anymore. You’re here...I’m here. It's the way things are supposed to be.”

“Y/n, about what you told me...the way I acted...you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that alone. I should have stayed home that morning that I went after Peter like you asked. I was so angry…”

Sirius knew that he should have said more but the pounding in his head made finding all of the right words difficult. He was relieved when you seemed pleased with his apologies.

“I was angry that day too. Not at you, but at Peter. I also knew that there was no sense in arguing with you that morning. I knew that you were going to kill him and as bad as it sounds…I didn’t mind. I’m sorry that I bought into the whole narrative that you spread around. I know you better than that. I can’t even give you an excuse…”

Sirius shook his head.

“I don’t need one. Love, we were young. It was so easy to buy into anything in those days. You had just lost your parents then James and Lily...you were grieving and not in the right state. When I got out of Azkaban, I wanted to come to you right away! I wanted to come to you and just see your beautiful face...but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk you being harmed and at the time I had no way to care for you the way that I am supposed to.”

You pressed your lips together feeling the tears beginning to well up again

“I think that was one reason why I have been so hostile. I was hurt that you didn’t come after me. I thought that you didn’t care.”

Sirius frowned before reaching out, wiping some of the tears away from your cheeks.

“Didn’t care? Sweetheart, I cared very much. I wanted to make sure that I had some way to take care of you properly...be the husband that you deserved.I also wanted to get my hands on Pettigrew. That kind of went to hell though.”

You smiled. Sirius had grown up! When all of this had happened, he was still your rebel bad boy. You had been the responsible one in the relationship while Sirius was still “having fun.”

You reached out kissing him again.

“Sirius, I want you to listen to me. We are going to get him. He’s going to suffer for what he did and you’ll truly be a free man.”

You let your lips linger near his as you spoke. Sirius’ dark eyes locked with yours. This was the first time that he really resembled the man that you loved so much. He could drive you crazy but you had missed that smile!

“As long as you know that I am innocent that is enough for me now.”

Sirius pulled you into the first long meaningful kiss that the two of you had shared in a long time. You winced when Sirius’ hand closed around your injured one. Sirius quickly snapped his eyes open and looked down at your bandaged hand.

“What happened?”

You shrugged.

“I kind of got hit with a curse. You should see the other guy. He definitely came off worse.”

Sirius shook his head.

“We’ll need to get something on it. I mean it when I said that I can take care of Harry and yourself. You don’t have to keep putting yourself in danger.”

You slowly sat up enough to straddle his lap.

“I have been putting myself in danger since we were kids. It's hard to turn that off, love.”

Sirius had to admit that you were right. Both of you had a habit of getting into dangerous hobbies and activities.

“At least think about it.I don’t want to lose you when I’ve just gotten you back.”

You smiled as he leaned down for another kiss.

“So when does the horny boy that used to make me late for class show up?”

Sirius chuckled.

“I suppose the same could be said for the girl that wanted it as much as I did. You’re such a pain in my dick and ass.”

You pushed Sirius on his back before leaning down.

“That’s why you are crazy about me.”

You quickly got out of bed leaving Sirius booking after you with a lust-filled expression. He lit a cigarette before leaning back.

“Your dirty boy is right here. You are the one that got up. I’ve still got it.”

You smirked.

“Oh darling, I’m sure you do but your godson is probably awake now. He goes back to school in a day. I think that you can keep it in your pants until then”

Sirius inhaled before standing up.

“Doesn't mean that I can’t kiss you all that I want. You promised me after all…”

He gave you that cocky little girl that melted your heart. Sirius knew how to use his looks to his advantage with you and clearly that didn’t change.

“Want to go piss my mother’s painting off a bit?”

You didn’t know exactly what he had planned but the idea was tempting. Even though the painting would just screech like a banshee maybe Walburga burning down in hell would get the message.

“Sirius Black, what are you doing?

He gave you an eyebrow wiggle before taking your hand and leading you down the hallway.

You could hear Walburga screaming as the two of you walked down the stairs. Sirius smirked as he moved the curtains away from the portrait. The moment that Walburga saw Sirius she started her whole your no son of mine and blood traitor lines. Sirius glanced back at you before holding out a hand.

“Mum, want to watch something?

Sirius quickly pulled you to him before titling you backward in some 1950’s style kiss. Walburga’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she started screeching louder and louder.

“This painting is getting out of control…”

Remus’ voice came from the kitchen and stopped the moment that he walked to the living room seeing you in Sirius’ arms. This was the last thing that he was expecting! The night before the two of you were barely talking now you were both kissing like the world was ending!

“I see the two of you are doing much better.”

Sirius almost dropped you hearing Remus’ voice for the first time He was in a world totally of his own. Sirius quickly lifted you back up before meeting his friend’s gaze.

“Yeah, Moony it sure looks that way.”

Remus sighed. Something told him that this was going to end badly. While part of him was more than happy to see his best friends back together; the sensible side said this needed to be approached slowly. Judging by the fact the two of you were making out in front of \Walburga’s photo so quickly...slow most likely wasn’t going to happen!

“Y/n, can I talk to Sirius alone for a moment?”

You glanced between the two knowing that this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Remus, I think that I should stay...to moderate whatever is about to happen.”

Sirius patted your bottom before shaking his head.

“It's alright, love. Nothing is going to happen. I'll be in there with you shortly.”

You carefully looked between the two once more before turning and walking into the kitchen.

Sirius waited until you were out of the room before turning back to Remus.

“What?”

Remus sighed, shaking his head.

“The two of you need to slow down.”

Sirius rolled his eyes before lighting another cigarette.

“Remus, calm down and take off your mum apron. You act like Y/n and I have never been together. What is so wrong with the two of us wanting to be happy, huh?”

Remus crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nothing is wrong with it...I just think the two of you need to slow this down. The two of you aren’t the kids that you used to be.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder.

“Y/n and I will be just fine. We were before and we will…”

Remus nodded.

“That’s right….before. You have both changed a lot from when the two of you were together last.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. What was Remus getting at? Where was this sudden hostility coming from?

“Remus, stay out of it.”

Sirius turned to walk after you. Remus was silent for a moment before deciding that he needed to speak up.

“And if she gets pregnant again? What happens if you get caught and hauled back to Azkaban? Are you really waiting to risk making Y/n a potential single mother again because you can’t keep your hands off of her? Sirius, I knew that she was pregnant before. She didn’t have to tell me. I figured it out and had to watch her suffer. I am sick of playing the dumb guy that is clueless to everything. Having another child won’t replace the one that was lost.”

Sirius was silent for a moment before turning back to his friend.

“Then don’t be the dumb guy.”

Sirius turned and left Remus alone in the living room with only Walburga Black’s screeching voice with company.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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My life, The Doctor; 10th Doctor x Nurse!reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys I know it’s been awhile but I finally decided to work on another story outside the Queen/BoRhap fandom. Now this request came from @originalposter96 idk if this is your user name anymore but I hope you’ll be able to see it.

NOW WARNING HERE I AM NOT A DOCTOR OR A NURSE!!! So I know absolutely NOTHING about surgeries or anything like that, so this may seem as lazy writing (sorry) but I hope you all still enjoy this fic. So since this does involve the reader being a Nurse there is a hospital involved, surgeries, blood, removing bullets, gunshots, and a slight trigger warning for Domestic violence (not between the Doctor and reader just some side characters).

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There have been many wonderous places I’ve been to, many wonderful people and creatures I’ve met. They all come and go in my life, whether through my adventures or by time itself all beings enter my life one way or another. But throughout all my previous lives, every single being in the Universe that I had ever known, one person was above and beyond special.

Her name was (Y/n) (L/n). And she—is and will always be the love of my life.

For a human she was extremely clever, sharp as a whip, but she was also kind, loyal, and the one thing about her is that she never gives up on anyone. As a Head nurse—oh did I forget to mention that? Yes my (y/n) is one of the best Nurses in all of England.

Anyone in her time or even in the future when she finally becomes an M.D. will tell you that she is one of the best. In fact she finds out future cures for worldwide pandemics (of course sometimes her board would deny her research and billions of people perish. Rotten bastards). Anyways, my (y/n) truly is one of a kind amongst the humans and I am glad to have met her.

And won’t she be surprised when she sees me. It had been awhile since I had last seen her (maybe since the day she graduated medical school just a year ago her time) and now with the Cybermen and Daleks taken care of, now’s a good a time to go see her.

I set the coordinates for her time period and flipped the switch allowing the TARDIS to activate and soon going through time and space.

*My POV*

April 14th, 2015, 10:05pm. It had been a long day. 5 surgeries, 3 MRI scans, a cancer treatment report, and 2 women in labor later, I was just about to drop right there on the floor. I was thankful that in like 20min. my shift was gonna be over.

“You look like you’re about to drop dead right on the spot.” I snapped out of my sleepy stage to see my good friend Chrissie Lang. She and I had graduated from the same Med school together, and had most of the same classes together. She and I are each other’s support system cause in this line or work—it can take a toll on you.

I remember this one time this woman came in at 6 months pregnant bleeding profusely from her legs. We both knew that she was suffering a miscarriage so we told to do what her Doctor told us to do, but by the end of it Chrissie was completely destroyed. She always wanted to be a mum and seeing something like that happen made her fearful for even trying to go for a baby with her and her boyfriend.

So for the next ten minutes after helping the woman out, Chrissie and I just held onto each other and shed our tears before we had to brush it off and move onto the next case we had. For those that say being a Doctor or a Nurse is the easiest job to do, they’re liars. The job can hit you not just physically, but mentally as well.

“After 2 days of not sleeping, I just might. Put on my tombstone (Y/n) (l/n). Died with a heart of gold and a stomach of caffeine.”

“That’s true cause I swear girl, you’re probably the most caffeine addicted person I’ve ever met.”

“I can stop whenever I want, these are just choices.” We both chuckled softly.

“Excuse me ladies, but would you mind helping me with something?” a familiar voice said to me. We both turned to our right and standing there with a bouquet of my favorite color of carnations was the Doctor.

“Of course, what can we do for you sir?” asked Chrissie.

“Hey Chris, why don’t you let me handle this?” I suggested.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, besides you’re about to clock out sooner than me, you go on and head home. I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, see you later (n/n).” she bid the Doctor good evening and he did the same. Once Chrissie left the lobby, I turned towards the Doctor smiling widely as he did the same.

I immediately embraced him and he picked me up and twirled me around, the two of us laughing together.

“Oh I swear every time I come back, you get more beautiful.” He said as he set me down.

“I’m just happy you got to come back at all.” I said as I cupped his face in my hands. His eyes grew soft as he placed his hands over mine.

“I know what I do is dangerous, but you know why I do what I do.” I nodded in understandment.

“I mean hell it wouldn’t be any different if you were human and worked as a police officer or a fireman. Hell we humans live in a dangerous world, anything could kill us.”

“Which is what makes me the Doctor.”

“It does indeed.” I stroked his cheek with my thumb and that’s when he reached for the bouquet he had set down on the front desk and he presented it to me. “You always know just how to cheer me up.”

“Figured you might’ve had a long, rough day. Thought a little color could be used to brighten up your day.”

“It sure did, thank you my love.”

“Anything for you my life.”

That was a thing between us. When we first started dating each other, we had a little code/nickname for each other. I call the Doctor ‘my love’ because ever since he literally dropped from the sky onto my doorstep, he’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

He’s quirky, bit of a goofball, can sometimes blow his top but that’s only when something really dangerous happens and he’s under stress (yeah I’ve traveled with him a couple of times during my time at Med school), but he’s also loyal, brave, beyond clever, and he always puts everyone else, especially the human race above himself. For the last of his species, he’s an incredibly selfless person.

He calls me ‘his life’ because whenever things get too hard for him, since he and I have been through some rough stuff due to our day to day life, I always try my best to comfort him. I know that he’s lost people, just like I have on a job, and it’s not an easy thing to get pass.

So we both try to be each other’s support system. We know there is always loss in the world, but the thing is to not let that be the driving point that always controls your life. You can use it to make you stronger, not let it drag you down any further.

“So how has my brave Dr. (L/n) been since I last saw her?”

“You know I’m not a Doctor yet, I still gotta go through the nursing program and then rise up in the ranks before I finally get it.”

“Oh rubbish, you should’ve been a Doctor right as you graduated.”

“Yeah well not according to the chief here.” I muttered annoyedly.

“Honestly though, that old fool wouldn’t know a good doctor if it turned around and bit him in the arse.” I shushed him but couldn’t help myself from giggling softly.

“You can be so cruel sometimes you know that?” he playfully shrugged.

“Only when it comes to people who hurt you.” he wrapped his arms around me and pecked my cheek. “How much longer till your shift ends?” I turned to the clock and responded.

“10 minutes. But…..I could clock out a little early since there hasn’t been a call.”

“Playing hooky ehh? You cheeky little minx.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat. As we leaned closer to each other about to kiss, the doors suddenly burst open and a frantic voice called out.

“HELP! HELP! MY BROTHER NEEDS HELP! HELP!” a blonde woman around her mid 30’s came in holding her brother who looked to be around the same age as her. Quite possible they might’ve been twins cause I could see some similarities on the both of them. Her brother was completely covered in blood and his lips were blue from blood loss.

“Okay Miss calm down. I NEED A STRECHER STAT!!” soon enough the nurses who were still here for the nightshift ran off as I walked towards the two siblings. “What happened?”

“My ex-boyfriend jumped us. He thought—he thought my brother was a new boyfriend of mine and he—he—oh god this is my f-fault!”

“No, no, no Miss this is not your fault.” As I tried to calm her down, the stretcher bed soon came in and a group of nurses helped the man on his back and began cutting away his shirt.

“I’m seeing 3 bullet wounds to the chest and one on his abdomen. Let’s move him!” I get onto the top right of him as we wheel him into the OR to save his life while another nurse stayed behind with the sister to calm her down.

I washed my hands and arms frantically and thoroughly before getting my shrubs and mask on. Already the destine nurses, assistants and now our head Doctor, Dr. Murphy came in and he said.

“What have we got?”

“Four shots in the upper body, two in the lower. He might’ve lost a pint of blood at least.” Answered Nurse Yasmin.

“Maybe 2-3. His BP is dropping fast.” Added one of the male Nurses, Derek.

“Okay, any of those bullets rupture an organ?” asked Dr. Murphy.

“The one in his lower abdomen is just a centimeter before hitting his small intestine. If we don’t get that bullet out first he could bleed out internally.”

“Okay keep an eye on his BP. I need fluids, scalpels, suction tubs, retractors……”

“Lucy….”the man groaned out.

“(L/n), do your thing.” Said Dr. Murphy. I nodded and came up to the man and said.

“Sir? Sir can you hear me?”

“Yes. Where—where am I?”

“You’re at the hospital. Your sister brought you in. Don’t worry she’s okay and told us what happened.”

“Good….good……She’s safe. I—I’d never forgive myself if—” he started fading out.

“Hey, hey, hey sir, sir stay with me now. What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?”

“Barry.”

“Okay Barry, I’m (Y/n) (l/n). My team and I are gonna help you but you need to stay with me for just a bit. Don’t give up on me.”

“It hurts….it hurts so badly.”

“I know, I know.”

“Give him a shot of morphine to numb the pain.” Dr. Murphy ordered. Suzie got the morphine bag and needle ready and slowly stuck the needle into his left arm. Barry hissed and I said to him.

“This’ll help lessen the pain. You won’t feel the pain as we try to get the bullets out of you Barry. But you gotta stay with me, okay?”

“I’ll—try……” he mumbled tiredly. I placed my hand on his cheek and looked up at his vitals and saw his BP was continuing to drop and his heartbeat was going down.

As I looked around me, frantically Dr. Murphy and all the nurses were working together trying to get all the bullets out of him one by one, less we risk him bleeding out as two teams tried to work out a single bullet. With the main one near his intestines cleared, Dr. Murphy and Nurse Helen worked on getting the few out of his upper chest.

All the while Barry kept groaning every now and then and his eyes were fading fast.

“Barry. Barry hey look at me boy. If you can’t do this for yourself, do it for your sister. From what she said about who had done this to you, you need to stay alive for her. What you did was heroic, but don’t let her see that that selfish son of a bitch won. She needs you, your family needs you.”

“I got the blood transfusion he now needs. Thankfully, we had our last bag of B+ in the storage bin.” A young male nurse who had only worked here for a year, Cody exclaimed as he came through the doors.

“Alright, start the transfusion now! We just got the last bullet out and his BP is dropping faster and faster!”

“You hear me Barry? We’re getting you your life back. But it’s gonna be up to you now. Don’t let him be the victor, not tonight! You hear me?” he groaned and looked right up at me and he whispered groggily to me.

“Why do you care so much?” I took a deep breath in and said as I stroked the hair from his face.

“Because so many people everywhere are already dying every day. Some because time has run out on them, others for serving their country, but there are the odds of people dying for now reason whatsoever. Or for stupid reasons that shouldn’t be a reason why someone should have to die, especially if it’s protecting their family member from some arsehole who can’t tell the meaning of the word No. Now your sister is out there waiting for you, if she loses you, she’ll have lost her Ace. Her only friend that has stuck by her through whatever it was that her ex-boyfriend did to her.”

“He…..always was a……selfish prick!” he coughed out.

“I’ll bet he was. But she survived him, and now you’ve got to survive too. Don’t give him that satisfaction that he took a life tonight. Can you do that for me?” he nodded softly and whispered out again.

“You’d make a great motivational speaker.”

“I was on the debate team back in secondary school. If you wanna hear more, you’ll just have to stick around Earth for a little while longer.” After his final stitches were in place, the blood transfusion began and it was then Dr. Murphy had Cody, Darren, and Helen wheel him into ICU. From there, Barry would be monitored 24/7 till he woke up from his post-surgery coma.

Dr. Murphy took off his mask and gloves before turning to me and he said to me.

“Nice job keeping him talking.”

“Just doing my job sir.”

*Doctor’s POV*

Unaware to anyone else, I had snuck into the upper levels to witness the surgery in progress. I watched as (y/n) stayed right by the young man’s side and kept giving him encouragement to stay alive. But not for himself, for his sister.

This. Is why she would one day go down in the medical books as the world’s greatest Female doctor’s. She always put the lives of the people her patient’s love over their own, then psychologically, the patient’s bodies would continue to fight on until finally they would find the strength to recover.

Of course she will have her failures cause that’s life. You can’t save everyone but you can work harder at saving the ones you can save in the future. She doesn’t let one failure get her down, that’s sometimes the curse of being a Doctor. When you lose people, it can really affect you. Even when those closest to you are the ones you lose. Believe me I’ve been there millions of times throughout my 10 life cycles (she’s lucky she’ll only deal with one).

By morning, the lad Barry managed to make a full recovery. His sister, Lucy repeatedly thanked all the doctors and nurses who helped out with saving her brother before giving her statement to the police.

I waited outside by the TARDIS for my beloved Doctor to clock out, and when she finally came out the poor dear looked exhausted. I extended my arms out for her and she gave me a tired smile before collapsing into my arms.

“Just when I thought I could get at least one early night in.” her voice muffled against my trench coat but I still managed to hear her. I softly laughed and rocked her gently as I assured her.

“I know, but hey if you hadn’t been here, that young man would’ve died.”

“Oh you know it was Dr. Murphy as well as a few other nurses that actually did the real operation to save him.”

“True, but you were just as important if not more. You kept him awake and talking.” I shrugged tiredly agree-to-disagreeing. “Now then, I think after a night like that, and from lack of sleep these past couple of days you deserve to be pampered and see the wonders of the galaxy.”

“How did you—”

“Besides the bags under your eyes, I’ve seen the amount of Starbucks cups at your apartment.” She groaned embarrassingly. God this girl and her coffee addiction, truthfully I never understood why humans choose that as their beverage of choice. I myself prefer a good Earl grey or even sometimes Jasmine tea but ugh that horrible bland stuff they call coffee?! Never. Again. Will that drink touch my taste buds.

“Care to show me the wonders of time and space?”

“Need a pick me up boost?” she nodded. I kicked open the doors of the TARDIS and hopped inside before extending my hand out to her saying, “First question is though; do you trust me?”

“Always my love.” She replied with that loving soft smile of hers as she took my hand.

“Then brace yourself my life, because I’m going to show you the sound of the Universe.”

“You mean…..”

“Indeed I do my love, the Music of the Spheres.” Her smile grew wider and I pulled her into the TARDIS before shutting the doors behind her and together the two of us ran towards the consoles of the TARDIS and I punched in the coordinates and soon we took off for the Music of the Spheres.

And who knows where our next adventure would lead after that? So long as I got my love, my life, my Doctor with me by my side.

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i-am-just-a-kiddo · 3 years

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favourite male fictional characters

Thank you @vishcount for tagging me, this was a lot of fun! 💞 I originally planned to follow your example and put ten characters here but suddenly it became a lot more oops. also i hope you forgive me for following your format, it’s neat

I am tagging @isabellaofparma , @the-cloud-whisperer and @sassyassassy!

I chose the characters that impacted me deeply on a personal level throughout my life (often shown by how long my love lasts over the years and if i was inspired to write for them).

In no specific order under the cut:

Legolas

The Lord of The Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien.

I think it’s only fitting I start off with this magnificent guy. Maybe I gotta admit, i’ve just had a crush on him ever since I was like, nine years old? He’s the character I will fight tooth and claw for (though I guess he doesn’t need me to do that). I love Orlando Bloom’s portrayal of him, eventhough he is vastly different from the books. Book Legolas is such a delight as well, he feels so whimsical and playful and his banter with Gimli is just gold. I was sad when The Hobbit trilogy came out and I was so disappointed by how they butchered his character, it just did not feel authentic anymore (maybe I am also just bitter about the forced hetero storyline for him. makes no cents, this elf is GayTM your honour. and he will meet his soulmate Gimli in a few decades). Either way, Legolas is the love of my life, thanks for coming to my tedtalk,

Peter Pan

Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie

Another childhood crush of mine. The gif I chose if from the 2005 movie because we always used to watch it and it is to this day one of my favourite movies. It’s so dreamy, so magical, yet also incredibly sad and sweet. I have this very strange fascination with Peter Pan. There is something incredibly unsettling about him, especially in the book. He represents something every child wants - who doesn’t want to escape their bedroom and fly away to experience magical adventured far from the adult world? And yet he also represents the impossibility of it, the curse he carries around with himself because he will forever stay alone, no matter how many lost boys he gathers around himself. And Wendy - it’s a love that was never meant to grow and mature, it’s a fleeting dream for the both of them. I have seen many different adaptations of Peter Pan and I have my favourites, though I want to give a special mention to the book Peter Darling by Austin Chant. It’s a retelling of the story how we know it, in which Peter returns to Neverland after having finally grown up BUT the main points I want to highlight is trans Peter? Heck yes. Gripping and compelling gay love story with our favourite original lost boy Captain Hook? YES.

Snufkin

Moomins, Tove Jansson.

I have discovered Snufkin for myself only last year, and yet I know he will stay with me forever. In short - I vibe with him, he vibes with me. His anxieties about being with people and longing for solitude? His fear of being loved and being important to someone to a point he doesn’t know what to do with himself? This man just wants to roam freely with his own mind and yet he always returns for something that captures him. Mum, I love him because I have rarely felt this seen before. Also, Snufkin said ACAB.

Prince Jing - Xiao Jingyan

Nirvana in Fire (2015)

This too is a darling I have only discovered recently. I watched Nirvana in Fire this year and let me tell you, it’s the best show I have seen in a long while. It’s absolutely amazing and it also ripped my heart out. All the characters are absolutely amazing and I am still not over it.

To be honest, I contemplated between Xiao JIngyan and Mei Changsu, because character-wise I think the latter is a lot more interesting and compelling. He makes for a fantastic heartbreaking and flawed protagonist.

However I have to admit - it was love at first sight with Prince Jing for me and I’m still lowkey mad abt it rip. Seems like I am not immune to Pretty Prince Propaganda. But apart from that, I adore him for his genuine

goodness,

his almost naive drive to be better and seek justice. He lost everything, and for the longest time did not have anything to fight for. So alone and lost and bitter, it makes me sad how much it hardened him. He is heartbreak and clumsy kindness hidden under a skin of scars that was inflicted by his father and many others. I see his sad cat-eyes and I cry, that’s just how it is.

Edmund Pevensie

The Chronicles of Narnia, C. S. Lewis

I grew up with these books and movies - they have always been part of my life and it will probably always stay that way (only last night I rewatched the first movie and sobbed). Imagine my surprised when I finally watched the last movie about five years ago and was incredibly impressed by how they adapted the book; also imagine my brain suddenly going CASMUND in bold letters at Skandar Keynes’ and Ben Barnes’ performance in that movie. From there, I rediscovered this story completely anew for myself. My favourite Pevensie sibling has always been Lucy (and still is, because I identify with her so much and she feels like home to me); however this new discovery of Edmund’s character was overwhelming. It’s interesting to see characters you’ve grown up with from a more grown up point of view. I don’t want to lay out all my thoughts here, just know I am so heartbroken for him, and so so proud as well. His character arc is amazing and maybe that’s how the last movie makes me even more emotional. Seeing Edmund and Lucy still holding on to Narnia but knowing that that door was closing for them? Not to mention what happens in the later books (we don’t talk about that). Also did I mention Casmund. Here, have my incredibly emo and depressing take on Edmund’s character that I started writing four years ago and which will forever stay a WIP.

Nie Huaisang

The Untamed (2019)

My son. My soul. My bane of existence. The tragic thing about him is, that he does not really exist in canon as I have created him for myself. He’s a secondary character in the show, always so relatable yet still brings the ultimate twist of the story, yet he still remains this incomplete shadow. The movie

Fatal Journey

gave him a lot more and I cried tears of joy and devastation. I don’t know why I latched on to him so much, but apparently he is the one that I project on, the one that feels like he sits somewhere inside my chest. I don’t know what else to say - this year he has been everything to me. I spend a lot of time in his head while writing, and maybe that’s how he’s there forever now. Nie Huaisang saw my brain and went it’s free real estate. All my love for you, you dramatic art hoe.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Ah, another lifelong companion. There are many adapations that I adore - starting from the origin of it all, the books and stories which I have all devoured; the 80s adaptation with Jeremy Brett which was incredibly wonderful; to BBC Sherlock which shaped and traumatised me (I still like the first three seaons but I am too hurt to think about it); to the numerous movies - but by far my most favourite performance is Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes. Somehow he manages to capture the Holmes I see in my head when I read the books, the sharp yet polite eccentric detective, who loves his companion so much and who has desire to help others. Sherlock Holmes will always stay special to me, in so many different ways. He shaped my youth and I know he will stay with me. (also what would you say when I told you he helped me discover that I can, in fact, be queer AND ace at the same time? thanks pal). What else is there to say? Sherlock Holmes is a universe that you can dive into and find many amazing treasures.

Isak Valtersen

SKAM (2015)

There he is, the boy that changed my life. SKAM changed my life. All of the characters did. However, Isak is special for many, as I imagine. I remember winter 2016, when tumblr was flooded by these norwegian white boys kissing in a pool and cuddling and I was like ‘nah’, this doesn’t look convincing. I don’t know what changed my mind but I remember sitting down at last and watching all that was released of season three and it was only downhill from there. I remember starting to follow the real life updates religiously while watching the other previous seasons in between. The one clip that completely wrecked me was when Isak went to the school nurse about his struggles with sleep - it felt like for the first time I saw someone on screen that could understand me on so many different levels. The entierty of seaons three is so personal, I would tell you to go watch it if you don’t know what I mean. The entire show in fact. It’s a masterpiece and it feels so real. This show impacted my life in a way that no show has managed to do before. I miss it so much. I miss Isak too sigh.

Shang Xirui

Winter Begonia (2020)

Technically, for me personally, Shang Xirui is the nonbinary, gay and ace representation I need in my life (or at least that’s my own personal take on him), but since that is not official, he’s still here on this list. Of course he is because wow, it’s been a long while since I’ve seen such a compelling character on screen. I went from disliking him to being absolutely heartbroken over him. I don’t think any other character in this show captured me as much as he did. There are so many layers to him and discovering all of his sides is a wonderful, heartbreaking, painful and also beautiful journey. I’m not sure I understand all of him yet, but I am willing to try and dig and just ponder his existence. This too, is a perfect example for a flawed yet authentic protagonist. Also he is the most beautiful thing on this planet, or at least that’s how I have been feeling ever since I watched this. I wish to write more of him in the future.

Aang

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005)

I grew up watching ATLA and my favourite characters have always been Toph, Zuko and Uncle Iroh. In recent years however, I completely fell in love with Aang all anew.

I think especially in the past, I had these prejudices against main characters and found them all the most boring personalities ever. In recent years this changed a lot and especially Aang is a prime example for that. Watching him from the perspective of older me, I find so much wisdom in this young boy. Somehow he represents all I wish to be in my life but at the same time he shows his flaws, he carries this sadness with him that will accompany him all his life. This inner battle and chaos that he has to face day to day and in the end - he is just a young boy. So much has been taken from him and yet he learns how to not let it overtake him, that anger and hurt. He tries his hardest to be better than the day before, even if sometimes the world crashes down on him and he gets overwhelmed. He is a child recruited by adults to manage their mistakes and play into the hands of predestined fate and in this essay I will -

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling

I am surprised myself. I thought I would put Fred and George here, or Remus and Sirius, however I realised that none of them quite capture this feeling of lifelong change, of personal, deep impact that Harry had on me.

As with Aang above, I used to think Harry was the most boring protagonist, yet my opinion took a 180° turn in the past years. Many of the things I wrote for Aang apply to him too - the fact that he was a child, that lost so much, and was always faced with challenges that a child should never have needed to face. Something I want to address is how my favourite book, The Order of the Phoenix, lays all of this out. Harry is just as flawed, just as vulnerable and angry as anyone else. I know some people did not like his ‘emo behaviour’ in the fifth book but for me it just showed how human he is, how he was just a teen like myself at that time. As for many, this boy shaped my entire life, shaped a generation, and I will forever be grateful. I’m sad and angry at how J*R behaves, and how she puts us in the position of doubting our love for these stories. I know I will always love them, but I will not turn a blind eye on all the problematic shit is carries with itself and what the author piles upon us.

Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian

The Untamed (2019)

I will try and keep this short, because if you want to read my thoughts about Wangxian just go to my ao3 and find the over 70k i wrote for them. I decided to put them here together because I can’t seperate them and I can’t choose between them. Each of them carries something I recognise in myself, and each of them is the opposite of me. They each own my heart and soul and I know there will never be a fictional couple like this for me ever again. They’ve snuck their way into my heart and have never left. They deserve to be here, together, because my love for them is indescribable. Bless them. + Bonus:

The Doctor

Doctor Who (1963/2005)

Technically, the Doctor doesn’t count as a “male” character, but since he has been presenting as male up until recently, I needed to include him. I chose the Tenth Doctor because he is the one that broke my heart the most. I adored Nine but he was there too short, and I do love Eleven and Twelve a lot, and Thirteen absolutely owns my heart, Ten has just always been the one that made me cry the most. I loved this era of Doctor Who, I loved how sad and hopeful he was, how heartbroken and yet determined to help wherever it was needed. Doctor Who is always that show, when I return to it, I am reminded that maybe, humanity and the universe isn’t all that bad.

phew, this took ages damn. but i had so much fun! i decided to leave out honorable mentiones because we would be sitting here until tomorrow lol.

#gosh this was nice #a lot of incoherent rambling here #thanks dear #tag game #personal

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Trollhunting Lantern Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Scarlett walks into Bracha’s house the next day with Crystal and Oriel behind her.

“It did something awesome, Bracha!” Scarlett smiles.

Bracha pulls the girls into her bedroom, which oddly enough, had a bed that looked like a sandwich.

“First, I’ve never heard of a Trollhunter. Second, what happened?” Bracha asks.

Crystal frowns, “She hasn’t shown us yet.”

Oriel smiles, “But you need to see something else!”

Scarlett pulls out her phone and plays the video of what happened to Nicholas. Bracha stares, unable to peel her eyes away.

“You did that?” Bracha asks Crystal.

Crystal nods.

“He had it coming to him after what he did to you.” Bracha sighs.

The three sisters sigh, remembering their innocence being taken away.

“Anyway, that’s not what we came here to show you.” Scarlett smirks.

She pulls out the glowing Amulet, excitement in her veins.

She smirks, “For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is-”

*CRASH!*

Everyone runs downstairs to see a cat pushed down a vase, smashing it apart.

“Chaos! Bad Chaos! Bad Cat!” Bracha yells.

Crystal is already picking up the pieces and cutting herself.

“There she goes again.” Scarlett mumbles.

The girls have already gotten used to seeing Crystal act before she thinks.

“Leave it, Crystal.” Scarlett tells her.

Crystal gives Scarlett a strange look. Oriel grabs gloves which she always has on her for some reason and picks the pieces up and puts them in a bag.

“In case you want to put them back together.” Oriel smiles.

“Anyway… watch!” Scarlett exclaims. “For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is Mine to Command!”

She floats, and a few other things float alongside her as the armour appears on her body.

“WOAH!” Everyone gasps.

Scarlett smirks, “I know, right?”

“You got to use this against Nicholas!” Crystal exclaims.

Scarlett facepalms, “Not happening.”

Suddenly, Chaos hisses towards the back door. Scarlett sees a familiar figure outside the window. She rolls her eyes and puts her finger to her mouth. She sneaks over to the back door and stays perfectly quiet. She looks at the other 3 and mimes, “Talk.”

Crystal exclaims, “Why do you guys get all the cool stuff?!”

Everyone stops and looks at her in shock. When Scarlett said “Talk”, she didn’t mean throw a tantrum.

“Crystal, you’ll get something good later. I’m sure.” Oriel smiles, eyes full of hope for her sister.

Scarlett thumbs up the girls and opens the door, causing a familiar blue troll to crash into the floor, and a girl with a white stripe in her hair falling on top of the troll.

“It’s impolite to spy on people.” Scarlett smirks.

Bracha stares at the Troll, and immediately prepares her ring.

“Bracha, no need to go Greeny on them. I’m sure Blinky has an explanation to why he was spying on us with this girl.” Scarlett smirks.

Blinky blinks his six eyes and asks, “Why did you tell her about the amulet?”

Scarlett sighs, “A, she’s my best friend. B, she can possibly teach me important things I may need. And C, she also has something that chose her to be its wielder. Is there a problem with telling Bracha?”

Blinky sighs, “Lady Scarlett, we Trolls have gone to great lengths to keep our existence hidden from humans, lest there be panic.”

Scarlett nods, “I understand that. The government is full of idiots dissecting things they don’t understand. Or so TV tells us. And this girl is one of the few that do know because she’s not gonna kill you.”

Bracha frowns, “So, you know who they are, Scarlett?”

Scarlett sighs, “I know Blinky. He... visited my house last night. Which is when Crystal beat up Nicholas.”

Crystal starts grumbling.

Bracha asks, “So why have you been spying on Scarlett again?”

“Your friend is the Trollhunter. Her sacred obligation is to protect.” The girl smirks as she gets up.

Bracha stares at Scarlett. Scarlett shrugs, as if she knows what is ahead and isn’t scared.

“You are protecting things now, Scarlett? Great. Now you’ll be boring. Here’s a better question. Who would Scarlett be protecting?” Oriel frowns.

Blinky simply answers, “Trolls and Mankind.”

Scarlett sighs, “Let me guess. From evil trolls?”

Blinky nods, “As well as Goblins, Gruesomes, and the occasional rogue gnome. The mantle of the Trollhunter is a sacred responsibility. You are the second human to inherit it.”

Scarlett nods in thought, then asks, “And who’s she?”

The girl smiles, “I’m Claire. I was the previous Trollhunter’s girlfriend.”

Scarlett asks, “So, what was he? A human, or Troll, or what?”

Blinky smiles, “He was a Human/Troll hybrid.”

Oriel asks, “How does that work? Was his Mum a human and his Dad a troll?”

Claire giggles, “It’s not like that. He was actually spelled into being a troll.”

Crystal frowns, “Typical. What happened to the previous Trollhunter?”

Claire looks away for a moment.

“He was slain, by a vicious troll called Venjo. His name was James Lake Jr.” Blinky fills in for Claire.

Scarlett groans, “This is one of those “Till death” kind of deals, isn’t it?”

Claire nods. Bracha stares in shock.

“Great! At least Bracha can be fired from the Green Lantern Corps. I’ll just write up my will early. Bracha, you get my strange object collection.” Scarlett jokes.

Crystal grumbles, “I wanted your strange object collection.”

Claire goes to say something about Crystal not caring about Scarlett going to die when Scarlett puts her hand on her mouth.

Oriel sighs, “Don’t worry, she’s like this all the time.”

“Please tell me Venjo got lucky.” Bracha frowns in concern.

Claire frowns, “I wish he did. But he isn’t one to take lightly.”

Oriel asks, “Was the last Trollhunter off his game or having a bad day or something?”

Claire shakes her head, “If only. He defeated 2 Trolls that no other Trollhunter could.”

Scarlett groans and bangs her head on a wall.

Bracha whispers, “Ignore it. She does odd things when stressed. You can tell the girls are related.”

Crystal frowns, “If James-”

“We actually called him Jim.” Claire interrupts.

Crystal retries, “If Jim couldn’t defeat Venjo, then… What’s gonna happen to Scarlett?”

Scarlett groans, “Didn’t you get it? Unless I get really good training in less than two days, I’m gonna die. It’s pretty obvious.”

Blinky smiles, “We’d never expect Lady Scarlett to engage in battle without any proper training.”

Oriel asks, “How long does the training last?”

Blinky hesitates, “Decades.”

Scarlett groans, “And let me guess. I only have a few days. JUST GREAT! Just perfect! Yippie Ki Aye! I’m gonna die before I hit twenty!”

She bangs her head more on the wall.

“Hey, you’re gonna break the wall!” Bracha exclaims.

She’s already gotten used to Scarlett’s family’s strange impulses.

“Besides, Scarlett, it’s not that bad. Jim didn’t have a day’s training before the first time he met Bular.” Claire smiles.

Scarlett gives Claire a glare that made Crystal, Oriel, and even Bracha duck behind a couch. And everyone who knows Bracha knows that Bracha doesn’t scare easily. Scarlett takes a deep breath, and collapses into a big lump of flesh and armour.

***

“We should start your training immediately, Lady Scarlett.” Blinky frowns.

Scarlett sighs, “Yeah, yeah. With great power comes great responsibility. But I have a life I have to keep up if I want to keep trolls secret and that sort of stuff. Besides, I’m only sixteen. I suppose I can’t give this amulet back, though, can I?”

Scarlett pulls the amulet off, getting rid of the armour.

“You cannot give it back. It called to you. It is your sacred obligation. You cannot refuse it. It is yours until you die. Lady Scarlett, You are now responsible for the safety of two worlds, human and troll alike. If you do not keep the balance, evil trolls like Venjo will come into yours and wreak havoc.” Blinky sighs.

“Great. So Venjo is gonna basically kill my family if I don’t do this?” Scarlett sighs as she gets up off the floor.

Crystal asks, “If she doesn’t want the amulet, can I have it?”

Scarlett facepalms, “We just established I can’t get rid of it!”

Crystal asks, “When did we establish this?”

Scarlett scoffs, “Just two seconds ago!”

Crystal mumbles, “Oh, I wasn’t listening, I was thinking about something else.”

Scarlett sighs, “Anyway... What’s the catch?”

Claire sighs, “Well, with the amulet in your possession, Venjo will seek you out, and... You’ll have to face him. One way or another.”

“Great. Just great. I need to process this. It’s still morning. Only nine o’clock. Come back later. I have a midday shift. I will think about this really hard while I’m at Maccas.” Scarlett sighs.

Claire smiles, “Sure. We’ll come back tonight to begin your training.”

Scarlett nods and looks at the Amulet in her hand, wondering if it could choose someone who doesn’t live in a crazy family.

“Lady Scarlett, if I may,” Blinky smiles. “Destiny is a gift. Some go their entire lives living existences of quiet desperation, never learning the truth, that what feels as though a burden pushing down upon our shoulders is actually a sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights. Never forget that fear is but the precursor to valour, that to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a hero. Don’t think, Lady Scarlett. Become.”

Crystal, Oriel and Bracha look at Blinky in admiration at his words. Scarlett looks him up and down.

Scarlett smirks, “You’ve rehearsed that speech, haven’t you?”

Everyone looks at Scarlett in shock.

“He said that same thing to Jim. So, I assume he did.” Claire smirks.

Scarlett sighs, “Okay, time for you to go. Hurry, before someone sees you.”

Blinky and Claire leave, with Claire holding an umbrella over Blinky for some unknown reason.

***

Scarlett takes someone’s order on the Kiosk because they are very confused about how to use it.

“Which Coke? Diet Coke, Vanilla Coke or regular Coke?” Scarlett asks.

The man replies, “Diet Coke.”

Scarlett nods and finishes his order.

“Cash or card?”

“Card.”

“Eat in or Take Away?”

“Take Away.”

Scarlett smiles as he pays for it and takes his receipt.

“Have a great day, sir!” Scarlett smiles.

Scarlett sees her sisters and Bracha standing nearby.

“Where did you put it?” Crystal asks.

Scarlett answers, “My locker. It’s the only place where I can put it. You don’t get pockets with the uniform. Unless you guys wanna hold it?”

Oriel frowns, “No way, sis. It’s your responsibility.”

Scarlett mumbles, “I don’t even know how Wonder Woman can keep her identity secret. Could you possibly ask the other human Lanterns that are part of the Justice League to give you some tips for me, Bracha?”

Bracha rolls her eyes. “Last time Batman came, we ended up having to clean up the biggest mess in the history of Batman messes. I’m not asking him or his team for any favours.”

Scarlett sighs, “Well, when they find some “Activity” around here, they’re gonna come knocking anyway.”

Crystal and Oriel exchange glances.

“Will that be necessary?” Oriel asks.

Scarlett sighs, “From all I’ve gathered, the League won’t care that there are already people taking care of evil. As soon as they find out children are doing the work, Batman will quite possibly go crazy. I got more work to do. Talk more later.”

Scarlett walks away, feeling really weird around the place. She is glad she only started talking near the end of the shift.

“You okay, Scarlett?” Caillou asks.

Scarlett looks into his brown eyes and shrugs, “Yeah. Just got a weird feeling. Like something’s gonna happen that shouldn’t happen. Like if I take the normal route home, something bad might happen. That kind of feeling. But as long as I’m walking home with Bracha, I’ll be safe as possible.”

Caillou asks, “Why do you think that?”

Scarlett rolls her eyes, while mentally coming up with a good lie.

“She’s been learning Karate. She can take out a guy with a knife. I’m pretty sure that was part of her training.”

Scarlett mentally fist bumps herself, glad it came out without any hesitation and sounded completely honest.

“Alright. If you’re sure.” Caillou shrugs.

Scarlett clocks out of her shift, like yesterday, and throws on her jumper. She grabs her bag and looks at the amulet glowing in the bag. She ignores it and walks out to her sisters and friend.

“Okay, let’s go, guys. I have one of those feelings.” Scarlett smiles.

Oriel looks around and nods. All four girls walk out.

***

“I know we don’t need to worry, but I am seriously worried girls. My gut’s going nuts. It’s as if the Joker’s around!” Scarlett frowns.

Oriel nods, “Yeah, ever since we left, I’ve been worried too.”

Crystal scoffs, “We got Scarlett and Bracha with us. What could happen?”

Bracha facepalms, “Haven’t you ever watched TV? Whenever someone asks that, something bad happens.”

Suddenly, they see a monster in front of them.

“Trollhunter! Merlin’s creation!” The monster exclaims.

Scarlett groans, “I suppose you are Venjo?”

The monster nods.

“Bracha, can you take this?” Scarlett mumbles.

Bracha exclaims, “NO! My ring needs charging!”

Scarlett feels her heart fall to her feet. Oriel already knows what Bracha means. The girls know that the sun is an important role in keeping trolls away from humans.

“Surrender, and I will give you a speedy death!” Venjo yells.

Scarlett deadpans, “And if we don’t, you’ll give us a slow and painful death? Is there an offer where we don’t die?”

Venjo just snarls.

“RUN!” Oriel exclaims.

Everyone runs away as fast as they can, with Scarlett saying the incantation like it would make her grow magic hair. For some reason, Crystal has Scarlett’s phone in her hands and is looking for something.

“This is where Rapunzel’s moonstone hair would come in handy, guys!” Scarlett exclaims.

Crystal asks, “You mean the “Wither and decay, end this destiny, break these earthly chains and set the spirit free” hair?”

Scarlett yells, “No, I mean the one that gives her Pizza! OF COURSE I MEAN THAT ONE!”

Oriel yells, “Well, we better do something good soon!”

Scarlett pulls out some pepper-spray.

“I have an idea.” She smiles.

She ducks and rolls, causing Venjo to fly over her in surprise. She sprays the two glowing orbs called his eyes. He screams in pain as the other three girls hide. Scarlett sees a familiar green light. She runs to a different hiding place, behind a truck.

“Come on, you stupid Amulet! For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command! I’m literally commanding you!” Scarlett whispers to the amulet.

Venjo pulls the truck away, and his yellow eyes are now red in pain.

He hisses, “You’ll pay for that with-”

Scarlett lands her fist in his armoured face.

“No Klingons, please! I’m still learning how to use a Bat’leth!” Scarlett exclaims.

Suddenly, she sees Bracha with the suit on.

“Although, I think you should be more worried about what’s behind you.” Scarlett smirks.

Bracha grabs Venjo with her green construct of a hand and throws him away.

“Okay, let’s go.” Bracha exclaims.

Scarlett grabs her sisters from their hiding place and runs, with Bracha flying behind, ready to attack whatever comes out.

***

The girls finally stop to breathe.

“We’re alive!” Crystal almost yells.

“Lady Scarlett!” Blinky calls out.

Bracha holds her hand out to punch, then relaxes, floating down to the ground. Claire and Blinky are near the bushes.

“You didn’t tell us he looked so scary! He almost killed us! If it wasn’t for Bracha, we’d be dead!” Oriel yells at Blinky.

“And you survived! I knew you had potential!” Blinky smiles.

Scarlett just giggles. Everyone looks at her in shock. She ends up laughing so hard her sides hurt.

“You’re laughing? Dios mio! We really did get a mad one, Blinky.” Claire exclaims.

Scarlett smirks, “Claire, anyone even mildly interesting is mad in some way or another.”

Bracha rolls her eyes, a slight smile on her face. A roar is heard. The girls and Troll run.

“The amulet’s being stubborn, Blinky! Was it stubborn for Jim?” Scarlett exclaims.

Blinky hesitates, “Well, yes, at first! You’re only the second human to possess the amulet.”

Crystal exclaims, “I got it!” as she plays some chase music from Scarlett’s phone.

Claire asks, “Seriamente?! You’re playing music now?”

Oriel smirks, “When a Dubois plays chasing music, you know you’re in trouble.”

They run through a cemetery, jumping over gravestones.

“I hate cemeteries.” Crystal frowns.

Scarlett bumps into a statue of an angel and her fear spikes. The armour FINALLY appears around her.

“Are you alright, Lady Scarlett?” Blinky asks.

Oriel sighs, “She’s fine. She just hates statues that look like people. Especially ones with wings and are covering their eyes.”

Crystal asks, “You mean Weeping Angels?”

Scarlett scowls, “It’s not my fault that I fear blinking when I look at them, and I have to count my shadows when in a forest or library!”

Venjo jumps in front of the group.

“You really thought you could escape me, Trollhunter?” He asks.

Crystal frowns, “We were hoping!”

Scarlett mumbles something.

“What was that, Trollhunter?” Venjo snarls.

Scarlett says, “One word.”

“Harvey Wallbanger!” Crystal exclaims.

Everyone stares at her, then Scarlett exclaims, “How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?!”

Even Venjo is confused by this exchange.

“I don’t know! You’re the crazy chosen one!” Crystal yells.

Oriel just groans, “If you two don’t stop acting like the Doctor and Donna, I’m dragging you both home by the ear! Now, that one word, Scarlett?”

Scarlett sighs, “Loser.”

Venjo stares blankly at Scarlett, confused.

Scarlett rolls her eyes and says in an English accent, “You are a loser. Now, I want to run. I love the running. Gets my blood pumping. I could run now, or I could ask my sisters to get me a Bat’leth.”

Everyone stares at Scarlett’s lack of the fear.

“Then again, I could fight you, totally acting fearless with the sword, or I could get Bracha to throw you into space, but then you’d be a problem for everyone in space, and no one likes someone who hands their responsibilities to someone else just because they didn’t feel like it. Especially if it’s a villain trying to kill them. No one likes that. Am I funny? Well, judging by the evidence, I certainly have a gob.” Scarlett continues to rant.

Oriel slams her hand over Scarlett’s mouth. Scarlett sighs and pulls the hand away.

“Thank you. Now, back to business.” Scarlett smirks.

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She pulls the sword out and puts it in her left hand. Her sisters and Bracha know this trick. Crystal plays “Bad Reputation” from Scarlett’s phone. Venjo pulls out his own sword. Scarlett frowns, slightly disappointed he didn’t use his left hand. She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, before she lunges, keeping her slight fear up, the fear of her sisters getting hurt. Venjo dodges easily.

“That was fast.” Scarlett mumbles.

“You’re going to be dead soon!” Venjo snarls.

Scarlett frowns, “You really think a little swordfight will kill me?”

The fight continues very energetically.

“A girl can do what she wants to do, and that’s what I’m gonna do! And I don’t give a damn ‘bout my bad reputation!” Scarlett sings.

The battle seems to go in Venjo’s favour, with Scarlett’s fear seeping through a little more, but she sticks a smile on her face, and sings with the song.

“Why is she smiling?” Blinky asks from afar.

Bracha smirks, knowing to only stay out of the fight until Scarlett gives the signal.

“We watch this movie every now and then which has many of the moves she’s using. The movie has fencing, fighting, torture, miracles, giants, and more. Just watch. It’s entertaining.” Oriel smiles.

“Keep still! I’ll drink your blood from a goblet made out of your skull!” Venjo snarls.

He pushes Scarlett to the ground, her holding her sword above her head as a shield.

Scarlett smirks, “Not possible. But your form is wonderful! I’ll admit it. You are much better than I am.”

Venjo hisses, “Then why are you smiling?”

Scarlett smirks, “Because I know something that you do not know.”

Venjo asks, “What is that?”

“I am not left-handed!”

Scarlett throws her sword up, confusing Venjo, slips out from underneath him, catches the sword with her right hand, then smacks his butt.

“Did she just-?” Claire trails off.

“Yes, she did.” Crystal smirks.

Blinky grabs a glowing crystal and draws an arc on the mountain they are near.

“Go through the portal!” He exclaims to the girls.

Bracha doesn’t move, watching Scarlett intensely for the signal.

“Lady Scarlett! Come on!” Blinky yells.

“I’m a little busy right now!” Scarlett exclaims.

“You’re not fit to wield the amulet! I’ll tear the armour off your bones.” Venjo yells.

Scarlett yells, “Not listening to idiot warrior, lalalalalalala!”

She runs towards the portal, which is slowly closing with her sisters behind it. The music is ending.

“You can make it, Scar!” Bracha yells.

Scarlett crashes onto the ground with a weight on her back.

“Any last words?” Venjo asks.

Scarlett groans, “Yeah. Volcano Wonderpants!”

Venjo pauses, then frowns, “That doesn’t-”

Bracha runs towards him and slams a giant anvil into his face, interrupting him.

“Run!” Bracha exclaims.

They both crash into the mountain wall where the portal was and groan. The armour disappears from Scarlett’s body. Bracha puts a forcefield around the two of them, making sure Venjo can’t touch them. The portal opens again, and a hand goes through and pulls both of them through.

“Are you okay, Scarlett?” Bracha asks.

Scarlett goes down on her back, breathing heavily.

“I almost… I didn’t… I’m not…” Scarlett gasps.

“Not what, Lady Scarlett?” Blinky asks.

Scarlett laughs, “I almost died!”

“Almost! A very important word. A life of almost is a life of never.”

Claire asks, “Why are you laughing? Why is she laughing?”

Crystal smirks, “Well, it’s pretty simple. Nothing makes you feel more alive than almost getting killed.”

Bracha nods, “True. You haven’t had a moment where you were just laughed after a battle?”

Scarlett giggles, “Just like Movie World. By the way, Volcano Wonderpants would have been the weirdest and worst last words ever.”

“You didn’t seem scared while battling Venjo.” Claire frowns.

“Well, “Do the scary thing first, get scared later.” Plus, I gotta tell Mum I’m gonna be home late.” Scarlett smiles.

She gets up off her butt and sends her Mum a quick text, then walks with them down a hallway.

“Blinky, can I talk to you, alone?” Scarlett asks.

Bracha knows this talk and smiles, “We’ll go on ahead, you catch up.”

Scarlett smiles, grateful for her friend’s understanding. The girls walk away and Scarlett grabs Blinky’s arm, roughly.

“Be VERY careful about what you say around Crystal. She has a… mental disorder. She has something called Autism. It isn’t as rare as it used to be, but you could research it to understand it better. Joshua has it too, which is why he wasn’t surprised about you in our basement. It takes different forms. It makes it so much harder for them to... understand things that normal people can understand. So, be very careful and patient. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to rip off your arm if you insult her.” Scarlett explains.

“What about your friend?” Blinky asks.

Scarlett scoffs, “She’s a Green Lantern. Chosen by an Alien ring to keep the Galaxy safe or something. I didn’t read the whole bio. There are many more rings, so many more can be chosen, but as far as I know, there are only 3 other human Green Lanterns. One’s a jerk, the other’s fun, and I’m not sure about the black one.”

Blinky nods in odd understanding.

***

“So, what’s your story? Scarlett and Bracha are chosen ones, Oriel and I are the sisters of a chosen one, and Blinky seems to be the ancient trainer. Where do you come in?” Crystal asks.

Bracha exclaims, “Crystal!”

Crystal asks, “What? You’re a Green Lantern! I’ve got “problems”, and Oriel had-”

“Crystal!” Oriel frowns.

Crystal grumbles and stays silent.

“Will I ever know how you manage to do that, Oriel?” Bracha wonders.

Oriel shrugs.

“Well, Jim and I met at school. We were auditioning for Romeo and Juliet. He came to the audition, wearing the armour that Scarlett wore while fighting Venjo. He seemed like he didn’t want to be there until he saw me. Then he dazzled the audience with a speech, much like the one Blinky told you. He got picked to be Romeo, and I was Juliet.” Claire smiles.

Crystal mumbles, “I see where this is going.”

Bracha wills a green piece of tape around Crystal’s mouth.

“Continue.”

Claire continues, “Anyway, he started acting weird, I got suspicious, and long story short, I joined him and his friend Toby in being Trollhunters. What about you girls?” Claire asks.

Bracha sighs, “I’m a Green Lantern, chosen by a ring which comes from space, and there’s a bunch of them. There are a few human Lanterns.”

Crystal groans, “Hmmm, hmm mmm hmm mmm hmm mmm.”

Bracha takes off the will tape.

Crystal grumbles, “Yeah, and you get all the fun.”

Oriel points out, “She didn’t join in Scarlett’s fight. She just watched.”

Bracha sighs, “She didn’t want me to join. I could tell by the smile on her face. Until she was slammed into the ground and yelled Volcano Wonderpants.”

Oriel laughs, “Like in Sonic Boom?”

Bracha nods.

“Well, here we are. The Gyre.” Claire smiles.

***

Blinky and Scarlett walk up to the girls at the Gyre.

“That’s one strange ball.” Scarlett shrugs.

“We use it to travel to places, much faster than a plane or train.” Claire smiles.

Bracha mumbles, “I wonder if it’s faster than a spaceship.”

Everyone climbs into the Gyre.

“Be warned, we are going to go to New Jersey in very little time. You may want to puke later.” Claire warns.

Scarlett pulls out sick bags and hands them to every girl and keeps one herself.

“Let’s get rolling, then.” Scarlett jokes.

The girls brace themselves while Blinky pushes strange symbols. They suddenly speed off, and stop what seems almost immediately, and Oriel and Crystal are already puking into the bags, Scarlett’s hair is a mess, and Bracha has terror plastered on her face.

Scarlett gasps, “That was the most terrifying thing I’ve done in my life. Let’s do it again!”

Her sisters glare at her and Scarlett falls out, giggling.

“Just like the Superman ride.” Scarlett’s still giggling.

The girls wobble out of the Gyre.

“Will we be doing that again on our way home?” Oriel asks, still sick.

Scarlett checks her phone and sees the location.

“Holy cow! We really are in New Jersey!” Scarlett gasps.

Claire and Blinky share a look and walk towards another hallway.

“This way, girls!” Claire smiles.

They walk through the hallway to see stones glowing, and one giant one right in the middle.

“This is the world you are bound to protect, Lady Scarlett. Welcome to New Jersey Heartstone Trollmarket!” Blinky smiles.

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 156

Chapter Summary - Danielle needs to give Tom and answer.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1 @black-ninja-blade

Danielle stared at Tom for a moment, trying to comprehend what she was witnessing. Her next reaction was to look around.

“We're alone, it's eight am on a Sunday on a cliff walk, it's just us.” Tom smiled, knowing that her mind would think of such a thing.

“Tom…” Danielle shook her head slightly. “I...You…” Looking at him, she could see this wasn't a simple joke by him as her brain was telling her it was, he genuinely looking hopefully at her, still on his knee in front of her rather than getting back to his feet and laughing it off. “Yes.” She nodded.

“Yes?” Tom asked again, getting to his feet again, a hopeful smile on his face.

“Yes.” Danielle confirmed, her eyes welling tears as she smiled, nodding again. “Yes.”

Tom leant forward and kissed her passionately before laughing slightly with relief at her acceptance. “I love you so much.” He beamed before pulling back slightly and looking at the ring box in his hand. “This...this was my great grandmother's ring.” He explained. “She was married for twenty-four years before she gave it to my grandfather, who gave it to his wife and they were married fifty-two years. Because of that, it was not given to my father and sadly his marriage didn't last but he gave it to me to give to my future wife when the time came, in hopes of…”

“I...my hands are…”

“I know.” He looked at her shorter fingers that she joked were too wide and short for piano before. “I need to confess I did something bold, I borrowed your mum's ring that you said fit that finger to size it right.” He took it out of the box and showed it to her. “It's not very fancy, I know. If you want something else, I understand and we will get you one when we go back to London, but I gathered…”

“No, Tom. It's is beautiful and it means something. You know me and what I like and this proves it.” She smiled, tears coming to her eyes as she looked at the beautiful antique piece of jewellery with a small stone in a twisted gold design.

Tom felt his chest swell I'm the knowledge that he was entirely correct as to her tastes and took her hand, sliding the ring onto her fourth finger, relieved to see it fit perfectly.

Danielle looked at the ring and felt herself almost bubbling with excitement. “It fits.”

“It looks as though it was meant to be there.” Tom grinned with pride. He looked at Danielle's face again to see an elated smile on her face. “You have made me the happiest man alive.” He declared.

“You? You have no idea how happy you have made me. I...I never...I know we spoke about it, but…” She giggled and stepped back, her hand to her face before looking at her ring again and smiling. “We're engaged.”

Tom felt himself fill with more pride as she made the statement. “Yes, we are.” He smiled. When she leant up and kissed him again, cupping his face as she did, he smiled into the kiss as he reciprocated.

When they stopped, they looked to the side and could not prevent themselves from laughing. Mac looked unimpressed by their shows of affection, while Bobby had his head cocked, uncertain as to why his humans were exhibiting such excited behaviour. “It’s confusing for you, isn't it?” Danielle laughed, bending down to play with him. “You two have no idea what this means and as we will go back home and just be incredibly excited but everything else will remain the same, you won't know what that means.” She scratched his ear. Mac immediately came for attention too, as Tom had his lead while Danielle held Bobby's.

Tom joined the fun then, having been busy smiling like a fool at the elation that Danielle had said yes, knowing her hesitation was not a slight on him, merely a lack of comprehension by her mind at what was going on. She had said yes, she wanted to marry him, something he knew meant something important to her, not something she would ever consider lightly.

He looked at the ring on her finger as she rubbed the dogs. He remembered the day it had been given to him. He was too young for it ever to be given to a girlfriend at the time but it had been left to him in his grandfather's will and so, after he graduated Cambridge, it was given to him by his father. He had given it back to him that same day and asked him to mind it for him, knowing that he would keep it safe as had before and that he would argue it going to an unworthy candidate ardently. When he asked for it just before Christmas, James gave it over with a consenting smile, nodding and telling him to get a good box for it while sizing it.

It was not much of a ring really, plain by most people's standards. It would rise comment, he knew, from the internet and media as regards frugality and lack of size but that, he knew, was not what mattered, what mattered was Danielle, his Elle, liking it and he knew it to be authentic joy she had displayed. She loved antiques, she did everything to bring her parents nicest furniture to Britain with her on her leaving Ireland and the slight alterations she made to their home in London were all to add more antique furnishings that somehow blended well into the place.

Danielle only wore small pieces of jewellery, he never saw her wear anything extravagant and knew a more flamboyant ring was not her style. The only jewellery she was prone to wearing frequently was the love knot he had gotten her their first Christmas and the bracelet that Emma had gotten her, which now boasted a few more charms including the harp he had gotten her as well as a couple of others that were as a result of him also. Other than that, she never wore much. The ring was in keeping with her love of smaller jewellery.

With the dogs excited by their owners' excitement, they made their way down the walk again.

“Call me curious, but how long have you been planning this?” Danielle asked, looking at the ring.

“For some time, I will confess. I got the ring sized a few months ago but as for when I planned to ask you, that was more than once considered.” Tom explained. “My original plan was to bring you to that lovely B&B in Wales again and go to that lake above it, but then your grandmother passed away so I delayed it, obviously. Then with this and seeing the cliff the first day, I knew it was the best spot.”

“Have you been carrying this thing around the whole time?”

“I have.” Tom confessed. “Give or take. I mean, it hasn't always been in my pocket but I have had it close and safe, awaiting my opportunity.”

Danielle looked at it again and smiled. “Is this why you didn't want to drive today?”

“I was shaking.” Tom laughed. “I was trying to act normal and think of how to bring it up in a nice way. Ironically, you made the comment about where our lives are heading and that was my opening. I knew then I could bring it into the discussion.” He smiled. “And you really like the ring?”

“Tom, you know I love it.” She looked at it again and smiled. “So it lasted two marriages?”

“Until my great grandfather died and then until my grandmother passed, it's seen as one of the most prized Hiddleston possessions. My father, as you know is not from a wealthy family, and my great grandfather saved and slaved for that ring and going by the design, the jeweller said it seems to be a mid-nineteenth-century design, meaning it is older than our ownership of it.”

“And you think me worthy of it?”

Tom took her hand and kissed it. “I think you to be the only one worthy.”

“I will have to call it Mjolnir if that's the case.” She joked, earning a chuckle from Tom. “Your mam is going to lose her life, or have you told her you were planning this?”

“Tell my Mum? Are you mad? She'd have let the cat out of the bag weeks ago.” Tom declared. “Though, I have an idea…”

“If you suggest something that ends with you declaring ‘Loki'd’ at some point, I am giving you this ring back now and refusing point-blank to marry you.” Danielle stated sternly.

Tom placed his hand in hers and walked happily back the car. “Nope. You said yes, you can't back out now.” He jested.

“I immediately regret this decision.”

#i hate you i love you #chapter 156 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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Wassup this is a throwaway account that I will rant on once before deactivating.

So because of my dirty ex step parent(s) constantly bullying my mum we now have to go to court and stuff, and I have heard that 1.) If the judge here 'Isnt in a good mood' Then the thing ends up biased, and 2.) If you aren't wearing clothing he likes or deems aproprite, you have to sceduele a different date with different clothes. And I'm fuming because the justice system should not work that way! Why should the mood of the judge influence the end of the trial? Why should the clothing of one person decide the ending of the legal battle? Some families don't have the money to own nice clothes and you're just gonna throw them out of court and tell them to sceduele again?! The court might as well not exist given the things I've heard out him.

And before everyone's all like "ShuTuP uR liKe 13 AnD thAtS jusT hOw it woRKs" I know! I'm saying that it is so simple and easy to fix! It's not that I don't understand that this is a commonplace in the justice system, I'm saying that fixing it is so very simple and no one will because crooked judges like that make money for others who really don't need it.

I really hate living here in America and not being old enough or having the funds to move to another country. (Yes I know it's harder than that too, so don't even) Like, the fact that the leaders of the country and most of the past leaders valued labor over lives and capitialisum continued is stupid! I know it doesn't take one president to change that either, but the overwhelming amount of redneck rasict idiots in this country prove how stupid we really are. The fact that so much of the 'adults' in this country are the way they are, prove that maybe some of them have not, in fact, matured.

Like my dad. He's for Trump, rasict and transphobic. This is the man I am supposed to look up to. A man who thinks that some rich cheeto-y douche should be in charge of a country, a man who defends cops and says "All live maters isnt a racist statement." A man who says "You should just be who you are", Is the man who is in charge of me and a supposed ro-model for me and my sister. No.

This is a society where an educated 13 year old like me can think of a better way to run a country whereas a middle-aged rich man cannot, shows a lot. The fact that the rich coperate big cats do not care about innocent people dying, facism, racism, etc, but a group of 13 year olds does is really stupid.

Back before Bernie Sanders sadly resigned, I was speaking about politics as I usually do because my friend group is a well-educated group. I was speaking about how I think Bernie Sanders is a wonderful canidate and would help us make good progress towards fixing this shattered country. Two of my closest friends said they didnt agree with the gun control thing. They said it was fun to shoot guns. Then about a week later a kid threatened to shoot up the school and both of them stayed home.

What is it with people wanting money anyway? Like our superintendent had us come in on Monday when the school had no power in the middle of winter. A Michigan winter. So it was like 19f ish (about -7 in celsius for all of you great people who are smarter than us), pretty warm actully. We had to go home early but we stayed to eat so he would collect money. Later I learned that the power was out on Sunday and he knew about this but still had us come in.

You Boomers and Karens can say whatever makes you look better but in reality, you guys have screwed the planet over, we have to take care of it and instead of educating up properly, you're shoving us in an unheated school to learn about the difference between a simile and a metaphor. You are teaching us Triginomitry rather than important life skills and wonder why the previous generations with the same education isn't able to care for themselves. And then once everyone retaliates and tells you to shut up you respond by calling Boomer and Karen a slur. That's is, by far, the dumbest shit i have ever heard and you need to shut the fuck up.

ANyway, rant over, I am not fuming anymore.

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Black is Back - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Uncle Remus Two Years Later “Mom! Have you seen Lyra’s carrier?” I yelled from my room down to my mother. It was nearing the end of summer and I was frantically packing my trunk to return to Hogwarts. We would be leaving in a couple days to meet the Weasleys at the Leaky Cauldron and I was struggling to find most of my things. “Becca, it is like you got home from school at the beginning of the summer holiday and everything exploded,” she called back exasperated. She had been telling me for months that as I was going into my fifth year at Hogwarts I should really know better by now. “I saw it in the shed last weekend,” she finally answered and I hurried out to the shed to grab it. My dark hair, more of a curly mess than usual, flew behind me as I ran through the yard. Our yard was quite big seeing as we lived on several hectares of land and it took several seconds for me to run to the shed. As I searched in the shed for Lyra’s cat carrier, I had a sinking suspicion that someone was looking at me. I quickly looked around the shed as I grabbed the carrier, but saw nothing. It must have been my imagination. As I left the shed and crossed the yard significantly slower, I got the same feeling that I was being watched. I turned slowly and saw standing in the tree line, a large black dog. I stood staring at it for several seconds, not comprehending what I was seeing. We lived several thousands meters from anyone else, so it was impossible this was a neighbor’s dog. My only conclusion was that this was a wolf. I started slowly backwards and when the wolf didn’t advance I turned and ran back into the house. I stood staring at the wolf through the window until it left seconds later. I stayed there until my breathing had calmed down and resumed my packing. I didn’t dare tell my mom, she would panic.

Several days later we arrived at the Leaky Cauldron two days before the start of the school year. Because my mom and I live so far away, we got into the habit of arriving to the Leaky Cauldron early so we could do my school shopping at Diagon Alley and catch the train to Hogwarts all in one trip. These trips always made my mom nervous. She is not a people person and has lived in seclusion almost her entire adult life. To be immersed again among people, especially walking around Diagon Alley was sometimes too much for her. I had offered many times to do the shopping on my own, but her fear for me on my own outweighed that of her fear of people. So on our first day at the Leaky Cauldron, we spent the day in Diagon Alley getting all of my shopping done. I would be leaving for Hogwarts the next day, so this was my last chance to get anything I needed. “Fifth year and starting your O.W.L. year. That’s a big step and it’s going to be very stressful.” My mom had been making comments like this to me all summer. “Mum, like I’ve been telling you all summer, I am top of my year. I’m not worried about the stress and the workload, I can handle it,” I replied looking at my list of supplies. “We need to stop in Flourish & Blott’s for these books first.” I had kept walking, but my mother had not. She had stopped to stare at a poster in one of the shop’s windows. I circled back to see what she was looking at and stared in astonishment like she was. The man under the “Have you seen this wizard?” title was no one I had ever seen before, but I knew who he was. I put my arm around my mother and guided her away. We didn’t speak as we continued walking to Flourish & Blott’s up the street. As we entered the shop, mom finally perked up at seeing someone she knew. “Molly!” She called and weaved through the stacked books to Mrs. Weasley, who was accompanied by her youngest child, Ginny. “Oh, Luella, it is so good to see you,” Mrs. Weasley responded as she hugged my mother. They began chatting about recent events, seeing as they hadn’t seen each other in months, and I caught up with Ginny. “So Ginny, are you excited to go back to Hogwarts?” I asked timidly. Ginny during her first year at Hogwarts the previous school year had unknowingly opened the Chamber of Secrets. She had been possessed by the spirit of Voldemort and had nearly died. I knew from Fred and George that it had taken her several months during the holiday to return to normal. “Yes, I’m actually very excited. Nothing could be as bad as last year,” she said smiling. It amazed me how a twelve year old girl could be so brave. “Well hello, you,” came from a familiar voice behind me. “George!” I exclaimed and threw my arms around him in a fierce hug. The Weasleys had been in Egypt visiting Charlie for part of the summer and I hadn’t spent as much time with them as I usually do. I had really missed them. “I hope I get the same treatment as him,” Fred muttered from just behind George. “Fred!” I repeated, a little mockingly, as I hugged him as well. “You can still tell them apart better than most of our family. How do you do it?” Ginny asked curiously. I shrugged and returned my attention back to catching up with the Weasley twins. After we had all bought what we needed, we returned as a group to the Leaky Cauldron and had a large family dinner. All the Weasleys were also staying at the Leaky Cauldron to get to King’s Cross in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, plus Harry and Hermione. We were causing quite a scene in the Leaky Cauldron dining room.

The next day we took Ministry cars to King’s Cross station. Everyone was confused as to why the Ministry would allow our group the use of cars, but Mr. Weasley wouldn’t answer anyone’s questions on the matter. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Percy, and Mr. Weasley rode in one car while Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, my mom, and I rode in the other. We arrived at King’s Cross Station twenty minutes later and gathered all of our trunks on trolleys. We made our way to Platform 9 ¾ at a quicker pace than normal. My mother and I hung back from the Weasleys. I didn’t understand why until she started speaking. “Now more than ever, munchkin, you have to be careful,” she warned in a low voice, so as the last of the Weasleys waiting to cross onto the platform couldn’t hear her. “You are in more danger than ever.” “Mum, why can’t we just tell the Weasleys the truth?” I asked turning to face her now that the Weasleys had all gone through the barrier. “It’s too much of a risk,” she said for what felt like the hundredth time. “Mum, we’ve known them for five years now. They’ve accepted us into their family at this point. Don’t you think they deserve to know the truth?” “It’s still too dangerous. Even having the people now that know the truth is too much,” she added turning ever paler. “Dumbledore and Remus are the only ones that need to know. Now let’s hurry. They’ll be wondering what’s taking us so long.” We finally pushed through the barrier, still at odds with each other. As we walked through I spotted Fred and George watching the barrier, waiting for me. As I walked through they hurried over to me. “What took you so long?” Fred asked as he took my trolley and scurried off to bring my trunk onto the train. “We were getting worried,” George added. We walked at a faster pace following Fred. The train would be leaving any minute. “I was just having a discussion with my mother.” My mom cringed when she heard me say this. I very rarely called her mother, usually only when I was upset with her. George followed Fred onto the train so I could say goodbye. I turned to face my mom again and she gave me a hug. “Remember what I said,” she whispered in my ear before letting go and kissing my cheek. The train whistled, signaling it was leaving. I waved goodbye to her and the Weasleys, who had joined her, and hurried onto the train, as it started moving. I joined Fred, George, and Lee Jordan in a compartment and we all waved goodbye to our parents. We sat back on the benches when we left the station and settled in for the trip to Hogwarts. I looked at Fred and George starting a game with Lee and wondered how much longer I’d be able to keep my secret from them. “Alright boys, I have to go to the front compartment. Prefect duties,” I said as their game started up. “No way! You’re a Prefect?” Lee asked in astonishment. “We’re going to avoid getting in trouble now boys.” “I doubt that, Lee,” Fred interjected. “I believe we may get into more trouble now with little Ms. Prefect.” I rolled my eyes as I walked up to the front of the train. An hour later I was back in their compartment watching them playing Exploding Snap as I read one of our new textbooks. It was quite a long journey and felt like it was taking longer than usual. We were almost to Hogwarts and I again returned to the front of the train for Prefect duties. As I was walking up the corridor, the train began to slow. Thinking I was late, I started running towards the front and had to fight through other students getting out of the compartments to see why we were stopping. When I finally reached the front, none of the other Prefects knew what was going on. Suddenly the lamps went out and everything was plunged into darkness. The Prefects decided to travel down the dark corridors to assure students that everything was all right. As we began down the corridor the Prefects stopped to comfort worried students. But I kept going, hoping to find Hermione, Harry, and the Weasleys. As I hurried towards the back of the train where I knew most of them were, I stopped in my tracks. There in the corridor was a large cloaked figure. It was coming down the corridor at me and I felt like the whole atmosphere changed. Everything felt increasingly sad and hopeless. It was like all the happiness had gone away. I felt like I couldn’t breathe or move. I was rooted on the spot staring at this figure and losing all my senses the longer I stared. Finally, the spell broke as it turned into a compartment. I kneeled down to catch my breath and get my head straight. Suddenly there was this flash of light and the hooded figure was driven out the train by that light. I finally understood as I watched it being pushed away by the light. A dementor. One of the guardians of Azkaban, on the Hogwarts Express. I stood and ran to check on the compartment it had just come out of. As I walked in I saw Harry on the ground with Ron and Hermione kneeling over him. Ginny was curled up in the corner sobbing. “Is everyone alright?” I asked, even as Harry lay unconscious on the ground. “Everybody is fine,” a voice responded. It was achingly familiar as I turned to see the speaker. Standing there looking very shabby was my Uncle Remus. I stared and took him in. His robes were a mess and he looked like he was sickly, but he was there all the same. I turned away before it looked like I had been truly staring. I didn’t want anyone to know that I had already been acquainted with this man. Just then, Harry came to rapidly. As Uncle Remus explained to them what happened, I kept quiet, watching him. After explaining he handed Harry a piece of chocolate and stated, “Eat. It’ll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me…” He started for the corridor and stopped in front of me. “I will need to speak with you and the other Prefects about the situation. If you’ll follow me,” he said as he gestured to the corridor. I backed away, letting him go first and then followed. “What are you doing here? Where have you been?” I whispered very violently at him as we started up the corridor. “I am the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts,” he responded, also in a whisper. He stopped speaking then where I thought he would have given me more of an explanation. We kept walking up the corridor avoiding students mingling about. “That doesn’t tell me anything. I haven’t seen you in two years!” My voice got louder of its own accord, but I couldn’t help it. I was very angry. A first year looked at us curiously as we walked by his compartment and continued on. When I was a child, the only person my mom would allow contact with was my Uncle Remus. She explained to me that he had been one of my father’s best friends. When my father had left us, Uncle Remus had taken care of us and had been a father figure to me. Then two years ago he disappeared without saying anything to me. “Becca, it was a very difficult situation and I had to leave,” he responded quietly. We had stopped outside the Prefects compartment. None of the other Prefects were around, probably still checking with students. “That’s the only explanation I can give you.” “So you leave for two years and you have nothing to say for yourself?” I asked harshly. He looked to the floor, unwillingly to look at me. “You were the only person I could count on besides my mom. I had no family, no friends, and only two people in the whole world that loved me. I guess it’s only one person now.” “Becca, please-” He started finally looking at me. “I don’t want to hear it. While you’re at Hogwarts, you’re just my professor. You will never by my Uncle Remus again,” I stated harshly fighting tears in my eyes. Before he could say anything else, I stormed off down the corridor.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley imagine #george weasley #black is back #original female character

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Honky Dancer series - Chapter 3

Chapter title: Caught in the Middle Read the previous installment here: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 Rating: M Pairing: Taron x OC Warnings: Slight cursing, mentions of sex A/N: More mature themes will develop, so be warned! Enjoy! X

I had never felt so tired in all my life. Or so happy.

I knew balancing work, rehearsals and being a mum would be difficult but I had completely underestimated how exhausting it would also be. Still, I wouldn’t have given up my chance to dance for Rocketman for the world, and somehow my daughter intrinsically gathered that her mummy was doing something inherently “cool” and managed to not give me too much grief when I fell asleep at the supper table. On more than one occasion in the past two weeks.

Still, we managed to fall into a rhythm with me actually getting dinner on the table and helping Clara get her homework done and off to bed at a reasonable hour, and after a lot of bitching on my part, my ex started picking up the slack, which gave me more time to actually sleep. I hated missing out on those evenings with Clara when she was with Zayn but I also knew it was temporary, and I needed to still take care of myself too.

Which is what I was doing that very evening, sitting on the bathroom floor and unwrapping the blood-soaked gauze from my poor feet. I sucked in my breath as I treated the various blisters I’d collected. Yes, even though I danced for a living, I could still end up with battered feet the same as any novice dancer. I hadn’t spent a lot of time in character shoes and my feet weren’t happy about it. I ran some bath water, poured in some epsom salts, and perched on the edge of the tub as I soaked my feet, sighing at the mild relief this afforded me.

Just then my phone pinged with a text, and I reached over to grab it from the sink.

I couldn’t help but grin at that. Taron and I had become fast friends over the past couple of weeks. Any time he saw me in the studio he’d stop to chat and was just engaging and charming always, even when he looked beyond tired. I appreciated his sort of positive manner and the way he was kind to literally everyone. He had confided in me about his insecurity over his dancing ability, and even commented that he wasn’t sure he was going to love it, but knowing I’d be there made it feel a little less like a chore. Every time he said something like that I wasn’t exactly sure how to take it.

<We’ll take it easy on you, promise! It won’t be so bad, you’ll see> I texted back with a small smile.

<Yes well, me in tap shoes is an absolute recipe for disaster> Taron texted back, and I had to disagree. It would probably be exceedingly sexy, but I wouldn’t exactly be telling him I thought that.

<As long as you don’t fall on your ass, I’m sure no one will laugh> I teased him lightly.

<There are no guarantees> he replied, making me shake my head and also suddenly start thinking about his ass, which I didn’t need any help with drooling over. He’d alluded more than once to how large he thought his ass was, but I just couldn’t see it. Sure, he was never going to be a lanky man, but that didn’t fit the bill for everyone and I personally thought he was rather fit.

We texted for a little bit longer but I was so knackered that I decided to call it a night shortly after. Dancing already took a lot out of you and required a lot of energy and sweat equity; trying to do that exhausted and semi-braindead was the true recipe for disaster.

Still, I was excited for tomorrow’s rehearsals. We’d already been working on our “Honky Cat” sequence, as obviously our choreography was more involved than what Taron or Richard Madden would have to learn. I’d yet to meet Richard, though he was all the other girls could talk about. Apparently he was rather handsome but I really only had eyes for Taron, even though we would likely only ever be friends.

I crawled into bed gratefully and crashed hard, having a strange dream where the dancers were actually human-size cats dancing around in sequined, sparkling regalia and waking up semi-amused and also slightly terrified. I grabbed my jar of overnight oats and ate them on the tube as I made my way across town to the now-familiar Paramount studios.

I joined everyone else in warming up, stretching out my long legs in a split, trying to stay loose. The older I got, the more of a battle that ended up being. I chatted lightly with Markus, who I’d gotten to know even better as he stretched next to me. A lot of times the five of us, including Dennis, Pietre and Leah, took our meal breaks together and had come to be quite close friends. I was nervous, for some reason, to be rehearsing with Taron and Richard, though I had no idea why that made me nervous. Maybe it was simply because I didn’t know what to expect with the two.

“So I was thinking we could maybe get drinks later tonight. I’m finally free,” Markus said, breaking into my thoughts.

“Hmmm?” I asked, shaking my head. “Oh, right, yes… We should,” I smiled, remembering that I’d promised to do that with him. “That would be nice. Just tell me when and where,” I said sweetly as Markus’ eyes fairly raked over my body in the leotard and sweatpants I was wearing.

I think he was about to respond but then our choreographer and assistants entered the room, and along with them, Taron and Richard. Somehow Taron’s gaze managed to find mine across the room, and he gave me a sweet smile as the choreographer called us all to attention. He introduced Taron and Richard to us [as if we didn’t know who they were already] and I managed to see several girls pretending to fan themselves. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes slightly at their behavior. Just because I found Taron sexy didn’t mean I was going to let anyone else know it.

We soon got down to business, running through our choreography as Taron and Richard were led through their various parts in all of it. Taron seemed engaged and curious, while Richard was quieter and perhaps more observant.

There were multiple facets of the Honky Cat sequence. At one point the choreo required all the men as tailors and waiters; at another, several of us girls were selected for a dressing room-type setup. I was one of the lucky few chosen for that part, and I had a burning curiosity to know whether Taron had anything to do with that. The part we were working on today, though, was the last finale number, which included tap shoes, top hats and a lot of flamboyance.

To their credit, Taron and Richard put in a hell of an effort though it was obvious neither of them were natural dancers. But they laughed at themselves often and didn’t take it too seriously when they totally messed up, and by the time a break was called we were all a bit out of breath and I had the chorus stuck on endless repeat in my head.

“Hey! You’re doing great!” I grinned as I walked over to Taron. His face lit up as soon as he saw me, and when I came near he threw his arm around me casually.

“Well I haven’t completely disgraced myself yet, you mean,” he laughed. “Have you met Richard yet?” he added, as Richard actually extended his hand out to me, so I took it gingerly and he placed a kiss on my hand. I could literally feel the glaring daggers from the other girls behind me.

“Hi, it’s Juliette. It’s so nice to meet you. Taron’s only gone on and on about you,” I said, making Richard laugh. He had a rather cute chuckle and I could see his curls plastered to his forehead with sweat. Let me tell you, it wasn’t a bad look on him, but I also couldn’t forget the fact that Taron’s arm was around me like we were just old chums. He probably wasn’t thinking about how it would look to anyone else in the room.

“Has he now?” Richard grinned.

“Guilty as charged,” Taron just smirked.

“Not remotely surprised,” Richard bantered right back in that accent of his; I could understand how he made girls literally melt. It was also fun to see Taron and Richard’s obvious camaraderie as we chatted a bit longer before needing to get back to rehearsals.

I was honestly impressed with the amount of energy and enthusiasm Taron (especially) and Richard gave during rehearsals, if not actual skill. Sometimes effort made up for a lack of actual technicality, at least in the entertainment aspect, and I already knew this movie was going to be entertaining as hell.

Taron, of course, caught up with me as we were packing up to leave. I had two afternoon classes to get to before I was free for the evening, so my lessons were on my mind and I was in a bit of a hurry to get across the city. “Hey, you seem busy,” he said, walking along with me as I headed toward the exit.

“I’ve got two classes to teach still,” I explained. “No rest for the weary, it seems,” I smiled.

“No, I guess not,” he said, looking as if he had something on his mind but had decided not to ask.

“Did you have something to ask me, or …?” I asked, turning to him slightly.

“Oh, it’s probably not important,” he said, shaking his head. “And I really don’t want to add to your workload.”

“If you were about to ask me for help with the choreo, I’d love to. Text me later and we can figure out a time, yeah?” I grinned, and he looked both surprised I had sussed it out and also relieved that I had already agreed to it.

“You’re brilliant. Thank you,” he said, biting his lip slightly, making his adorable dimples pop out.

“Yeah, gotta run, but we’ll talk!” I grinned, waving and pushing my way out into the still-too-warm day. I made it through classes, texting with Taron off and on until we finally agreed on a plan. I didn’t actually have rehearsals the next day, so he agreed to meet me at work after I was done teaching, and we’d have one of the studios to ourselves. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

I had just enough time to run home, shower, scarf some dinner and try to get ready for my date with Markus. I put on a cute floral dress and a jean jacket over that and pulled on a pair of white slip-on sneaks. I felt effortlessly cute and was excited to spend some time outside of rehearsal with Markus. We had some kind of chemistry and I was curious to see exactly what that meant for us. As Madison had told me, it was time to finally move on from Zayn.

I had agreed to meet up with Markus at a basement cocktail bar called “Happiness Forgets” over in Shoreditch. The place was pricey and popular, and was bustling when I arrived, but Markus found me immediately, sliding his arm around my back and escorting me to the seat he’d saved for me. He looked amazing in tight jeans and a plaid shirt, a grey beanie pulled over his hair and making those steely grey eyes of his stand out.

We ordered drinks and had to lean in quite close to hear each other over the din of the place. The conversation flowed pretty easily and he really made me laugh. I was feeling myself start to relax as I finished my first drink and ordered a second. A couple of times, though, I caught myself thinking things like “I wonder what Taron would think about that,” and I had to wonder what was wrong with me. I tried to make myself focus on Markus and only Markus, because thinking about anyone else wasn’t fair to him.

The night wore on and I admittedly got a fair bit more drunk than I had intended. I was having trouble standing, actually, and was leaning heavily on Markus. “My place is really close to here. Maybe we should just head there first, let you sober up a bit?” he offered, and I nodded at that. Anything to make the room stop spinning would be good. I don’t remember much of the taxi ride to Markus’ flat, to be honest, other than thinking he was absolutely hilarious. God, I was such an idiotic drunk.

He made me sit on his couch and brought me some water, and then sat really close to me, his hand on my bare knee as I sipped the water and tried to focus on his face. We talked briefly - I don’t remember what was said now - before he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t light a fire in me either. But it’d been a while since I’d kissed any boy, and I was drunk and I think just wanting to get it over with. So our kisses turned into a lot more, and somehow we ended up in the bedroom together.

He’d pulled my underwear off and shoved my dress above my hips, and he must have been pretty drunk too because otherwise he might have noticed that I wasn’t really into what was happening. I remember wondering if I really wanted to sleep with Markus, but then he was on top of me and pushing inside me and I didn’t tell him no. Did I want this? Did I want him? Or was there someone else on my mind?

I woke up the next morning with my head pounding, alone in the bed. I was disoriented and my mouth was dry. I sat up, still in my dress from the night before and feeling sore between my legs. I groaned as images from the night before started to come back to me. I rolled out of bed and retrieved my underwear from the floor, pulling them up before going to look for the bathroom. The flat was small, so that wasn’t hard to find. I did my business and then looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my makeup smudged and I felt like a cheap whore. That wasn’t exactly the outcome I had been hoping for. Even worse, I couldn’t actually remember if my paramour had used a condom. How I was always getting into these situations was beyond me, but I was feeling pretty low about myself.

I scrubbed my face and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself look a little less awful before going into the main room. Markus was in the kitchen, the sound of something sizzling making my stomach turn. The last thing I could think about was food. Markus came out and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me sweetly, obviously a lot happier about how things had gone than I was. I plastered a smile on my face for him anyway.

“Hey sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” he asked me.

“Hungover as hell, to be honest,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead as he went to retrieve some painkillers and orange juice for me. He was being so sweet to me, so why did I feel so sour? I thought with a sigh.

It was still early, which meant I wasn’t going to be late for classes, so at least I had that going for me. I put on my best performance for Markus, trying to keep up with his small talk until I could excuse myself without seeming rude. I had no idea what was wrong with me; I’d truly enjoyed his company. He was funny, engaging, and easy on the eyes too. Any girl would be happy to be with him, I was certain. Even worse, he had actually been sweet to me after the fact. Maybe I would have felt better if he’d treated me how I felt on the inside. These thoughts stayed with me the entire rest of the day, and I was exhausted by keeping up a cheery persona through my entire roster of classes.

I had completely forgotten about agreeing to help Taron until he showed up at the dance academy, asking for me at the front desk. They’d sent him up to my studio and I jumped when he peeked his head around the door.

“Oh my goodness, hi,” I said, feeling at once flustered and somehow not prepared, even though there really wasn’t anything to be prepared for. I didn’t like getting caught off guard, but Taron also hadn’t done anything wrong so I tried to once again stuff my irritation with myself down deep.

“Juliette, your student awaits,” he giggled cutely, holding out his arms in a grand gesture before taking in my countenance. I had at least managed to grab a shower on my break, but I still must have looked rough because his brow wrinkled in concern. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Just exhausted, Taron, but it’s the usual lately,” I said, trying to muster a smile for him.

“We could always reschedule,” he said, walking softly across the hardwood floor. “I’m more concerned about you right now.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you, but I promise I’m fine. Dancing will help me forget I’m so tired,” I grinned. Yeah, dancing with Taron specifically would help me forget my troubles, I thought, as we wired his phone into the studio’s speakers. He’d managed to smuggle out a copy of Honky Cat and made me promise not to tell anyone, which just made me giggle. Such a rebel.

“Who am I going to tell, Taron Egerton, my mum?” I asked, making him chuckle at that.

“Well, mum’s the word, m’dear,” he snickered, and his joy instantly lifted my mood.

“Very punny,” I laughed despite myself. “Alright, let’s get something done, shall we?”

We went to work and probably laughed more than Taron actually danced, but I was able to help make some sense out of certain movements for him, things that weren’t natural in the way we normally walked or moved our bodies. Learning that dance language took years to perfect, but I loved seeing the lightbulb go off in his mind; his face was always just so expressive so it was obvious when something clicked for him. I enjoyed how much of a natural performer he was also; I’m sure some of the funny faces he pulled were only for my benefit that day, but he was the most joyous person I’d ever been around.

There was one movement he was struggling with, though, and I crouched down to help explain it. I was so used to physically correcting my students that I don’t think I exactly thought it through when I put my hand square against his hip and told him to give me his leg. I was grateful he wasn’t looking at me because I was blushing hard.

He shifted his weight into his right as I tugged his foot up, making him bend his knee. He tottered like that for a brief moment, trying to figure out his balance, and cursed slightly when he started to fall and had to catch himself but then crashed into me slightly. “Fuck, I’m sorry!” he gasped, embarrassed and red-faced but I had to laugh.

“Taron, you’re not the first guy that’s fallen on me,” I teased, waving it off and realizing how very close our faces were now as we stared at each other. He had his hands on my shoulders to steady himself, but then dropped them awkwardly to his sides.

“Still, I feel like I should apologize,” he admitted, and I shook my head.

“Nonsense. It happens. And no one would feel comfortable in platform tap shoes anyway. I think you’re doing brilliantly, and that you wanted to work on this outside of rehearsals shows how much you care. Now, let’s try it again.”

We worked on that sequence more than a few times, and I think he was getting it by the time I decided we should take a water break. He left to use the restroom and I grabbed my phone, checking it in case I had any updates on Clara I needed to attend to. Instead I had several texts from Markus asking me when we might get together again. The idea of it actually made me slightly apprehensive, but I gave a non-committal “soon! Look forward to it” and figured that wouldn’t actually be happening soon because we were both incredibly busy with rehearsals and teaching. Dating as an adult in my 30s was so completely different then it ever had been when I was younger. I didn’t realize all the time I used to have back then that actually belonged to me; now it was just enough to get myself fed and showered and keep my flat some semblance of not a total disaster.

I must have been extremely lost in thought because I didn’t hear Taron return until he had taken a seat next to me on the floor, crossing his legs and tipping his water bottle back. “Going to tell me what’s bothering you now?” he asked gently.

I wanted to lie and say everything was great, but the way he was looking over at me, studying my face in his introspective way, told me he’d already determined I was using this session to run away from my problems.

“I went out with Markus last night. We had sex, and now I feel awful,” I blurted out. I have no idea what possessed me to tell him that much, but I also intrinsically knew I could trust him. And somehow, it made me feel better to get that off my chest too.

“Why do you feel awful. He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Taron said, narrowing his eyes for a moment but I vehemently shook my head.

“No, nothing like that. It’s just, I was very drunk and I’m not sure I would have made that choice had I been completely sober,” I admitted. “But the thing is, there’s nothing wrong with Markus, and I enjoyed his company a lot. And I don’t know if there’s just something wrong with, well, me.”

“What? Of course there isn’t anything wrong with you, Juliette. You don’t have to be physically into every guy you go out to drinks with,” he said, reaching over and grabbing my hand supportively. And it was comforting, that one small gesture. “That doesn’t make you wrong. It makes you human, and full of emotions and desires that don’t have to make sense to anyone else.”

I’m not sure what response I had expected from Taron, maybe to assume something bad about Markus? But he had said nothing of the sort, was only protective and supportive of me and how I was feeling. I looked over at him, searching his gaze for something but I wasn’t really sure what.

“You are crazy talented, and have the most generous heart when it comes to your students, and your beauty is beyond my ability to describe,” he spoke in a whisper. But the way he drew goosebumps over my skin without a single touch, he might as well have been shouting them in a megaphone. Oh, I heard him loud and clear, my breath catching in my throat like I’d just done 18 fouettes in a row.

“You can’t possibly mean that about me,” I whispered back.

“Oh but I do, and I’ve thought it ever since I saw you dance. Your spirit just commands the space. I don’t even think you’re aware of that, but you put all of who you are out there. You’re not afraid to just be in that moment, completely and unapologetically who you are. And it’s both admirable and breath-taking. Maybe no one else has taken the time to look, but I have, and I see you.”

The tension in the room couldn’t have been heavier at the moment, as I crashed so suddenly into feelings I’d been holding back, feelings I wouldn’t allow because there was no way Taron would have returned them. Only right now, the words he was speaking said otherwise.

“We should get back to our rehearsal,” I said a bit weakly, closing my eyes for a moment, almost as if to break the spell his green eyes had put me under.

It didn’t work, because the next thing I knew, I had leaned in and he met me the rest of the way, kissing me so gently, so achingly sweetly, I wasn’t sure I’d ever really been kissed before. And then I kissed him back, and his hand gently tangled in my hair, and the room started to spin in a completely different way. We got lost in the feeling of our lips against one another’s, our breaths mingling as an entirely new facet of our relationship opened up before us. I could have kissed him forever, but we had to breathe at some point, and we were both panting when we pulled away. I giggled shyly, covering my mouth with my hand and at a total loss for words. I had just made out with Taron freaking Egerton, and I just wanted to do it some more.

“Holy shit, I’m so… I didn’t mean… I mean, was that okay?” he asked me, eyes wide and looking a bit shell-shocked himself, like he had no idea what had gotten into himself.

“Better than okay,” I nodded, a bit breathlessly.

“I don’t want to be taking advantage of you being emotional or anything,” he said, stuttering a bit over his words.

“Taron, just stop. I know you wouldn’t be like that,” I smiled, slowly running my fingers over my lips, which were still tingling. “I’ve been feeling this for weeks about you.”

“You have?” he asked, the surprise evident in his voice. Clearly, I’d done a good job at acting indifferent toward him but the last bits of my resolve had already crumbled away.

“I mean, it’s hard to not be curious. We clearly get along really well. And the more I’ve gotten to know you, the more I’ve wanted to know about who you really are away from the cameras.”

“So, how about that dinner we talked about? I could bore you for hours about all of that,” he said with an adorable grin. “Let me prove I’m more of a gentleman than I just showed you,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair a bit shyly.

“How about Saturday?” I smiled; his nervousness as he fidgeted with his hands was cute.

“Yeah, perfect. I’ll pick you up, so just text me your address,” he said.

“I can take the tube, it’s no big deal,” I laughed.

“But it is to me. I don’t make my ladies get themselves about town. You’ll be properly escorted, m’dear,” he said, smirking at me slightly.

“I can’t argue with that,” I said, genuinely excited about it and looking forward to some one-on-one time with Taron not at the studios. There was so much I still wanted to know about him, and he still didn’t know about Clara yet either. I figured dinner might be the best time to bring it up, lay the cards on the table so the speak.

“So, shall we get back to this rehearsal of ours, then?” I laughed. “We aren’t stopping until you get that sequence down perfectly,” I smirked as he groaned playfully. I stood up and offered my hand. “Well come on, princess,” I teased, pulling him to his feet as he laughed over that.

We finished our practice, sweaty and out of breath and also feeling pretty good about where we were both at. He thanked me so sweetly for helping him out and I could only hope he was feeling more confident than before. He kept me company as I locked the place up and even dared to kiss me on the cheek after walking me out of the studio.

We took our good-byes and as I rode the tube across town, the feeling of his lips against my skin lingered long after we had parted ways. I picked up Clara from my mum’s and after making dinner, helping with homework, taking Troy for his evening walkies, and getting my daughter tucked in for the night, I finally phoned Madison, who was simply dying for an update.

“I can’t take it anymore! You have to tell me how last night went!” she squealed without even a hello when she picked up the call. Wednesdays were always a day off for her, so we hadn’t run into each other at the studio or I’m sure I would have already had to recount all of this.

“Well, it’s been a hell of a night and day, I can tell you that,” I laughed softly. “Last night was… well, drinks were fine, I was enjoying the night but I got way too drunk and ended up at Markus’ flat.”

“Oh no,” Mads replied sympathetically, knowing where this was going. Look, I can only apologize so much for having a predictable history.

“So yeah, drinks turned very quickly into sex,” I sighed, having almost forgotten how bad that had made me feel after Taron had managed to lift my spirits.

“You don’t sound pleased. Was he just bad?” she asked.

“I couldn’t tell you. I barely remember it. I mean, he didn’t really do anything wrong, because I didn’t tell him no. But when I woke up the next morning I just felt used and slutty, to be honest.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, Juliette. That’s not how it should have gone down,” Madison replied, still with that tone of sympathy in her voice.

“No, but again, Markus didn’t really do anything wrong. He was sweet enough, and he looked handsome. But I don’t really think my heart is in it, at least not yet.”

“So are you going to see him again?” she asked.

“Maybe? I don’t know. I feel like I should at least see how it goes without the aid of alcohol, you know? Give him a fair chance before I reject him totally. And anyways, I still have to dance with him.”

“That’s not really a good reason to date someone, you know,” she said, and I could practically visualize the concerned look on her face.

“Yeah, well, maybe it’s what I deserve,” I replied, a bit tritely. “I mean, I did make out with Taron when he came over for his practice today,” I continued, barrelling right through Madison’s attempts to say I didn’t deserve to feel bad or something.

There was complete silence on the other end for a moment. “You what?” she practically screamed, and I tried to explain exactly what had happened, though it was a bit difficult without the full context of the conversation we had been having.

“So… We have plans, for dinner on Saturday. Like a real dinner, I think. He wants to pick me up and everything. Which I’m absolutely thrilled about but how do you go from having sex with one guy and making out with another in 12 hours and feel not like a complete whore?”

“If that makes you a whore then I have no idea what I am,” Madison said, making me roll my eyes.

“That one time you were invited to an orgy and you thought it was a costume party doesn’t count, Mads. You’re the most innocent woman I know.”

“Doesn’t excuse my one night of debauchery,” she giggled.

“Oh please. I think worse things on a daily basis then that,” I joked back. “You saw some naked bits and then called me drunk and blubbering about it to pick you up,” I laughed.

“Well anyway, the point is, doing one ….ahhh person, and wanting someone else, isn’t exactly a sin. And you’re not technically in an exclusive relationship with either. There were no promises broken here. I told you to explore your options and you are, so I think you should be proud of yourself really, because I am.”

“Thanks, Mads. You always know how to make me feel better,” I smiled.

“You overthink everything. I love you, but it’s true. Just have some fun. I mean, it’s not every girl who gets to say Taron Egerton took her to dinner,” she giggled along with me.

“Holy shit, right?” I grinned.

“And I will forever get to say I told you so,” Madison laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” I groaned at that. We talked a little bit longer but it had gotten late and I was completely exhausted by that point.

I got myself ready for bed quickly, trying to not hold onto any guilt or shame. As Madison had said, I’d made no relationship promises to either man. Markus was attractive and lovely, sure, but there was something about Taron that made me stupid in the best way. He was incredibly handsome but I think it had more to do with the way he made me feel like the most important person in the room. When they talked about having that “IT” factor, well, Taron had it in spades. And I was head over ballet heels for him. I knew it, and not denying it anymore was its own kind of relief.

How he would react about my daughter, though, that would be the real test. I would never be able to consider someone who didn’t want to fully engage with her in their lives. I would eventually have to make the best choice for my daughter as much as myself, and this tempered just a little of my excitement over Saturday. I eventually managed to slip off to sleep, wondering how the next couple days of rehearsals, with me caught squarely between Markus and Taron, would go.

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31st of January, 2020

"The One Where Atlas Stumbles"

[LONG POST WARNING]

Another day, another flannel.

Dreaming with her the second night in a row, I really bloody hoped they hadn't changed the supervising schedule and I'd see her when I come in. And I did. What with my impending two-hour rehearsal instead of my first two classes, Debate Friend and Art Friend being outside and just plainly the sight of V, I was way too giddy. Teasing Debate Friend about me and Art Friend not having to suffer in Physics, making jokes, laughing way too loud. I noticed V turning in our direction, I think I might even have seen her watching us.

As we leave, Debate Friend to class and us to look for the always late A, we pass V and I flash her my biggest smile to greet her. Art Friend and I are back soon enough, chatting, and I tell her "Something always happens when I'm having a good morning." This time it's V passing us. There is something gentle about the way she looks at me. You know that particular look on someone's face when they aren't smiling, but they still look happy? Content is the word for it, maybe. That's the look. Oh, how I wish I wasn't right about what I said...

Break between rehearsals, I'm outside chatting to my friends, most of them about to have class with the new (foreign) English teacher. Bookworm Friend is gushing, what if he's young and just out of college (either of which he isn't), cuz then she's gonna be really good at English. I automatically tell her "he's a whole ass adult and you're a minor, you can't do that" before I realise what I just said basically contradicts what I call my current love life. "Though I am one to speak" I add frowning, and everyone laughs. I really am a bloody clown, aren't I?

English with V, in the very same classroom where I spent two hours crossing my arms, yelling at and threatening one of the boys in my year (that's my character, don't be scared), and falling on my knees over and over again until we got the scene right. V is quite visibly a little worn down, still in the process of finishing what I assume was probably coffee, but powering through class. Metaphors, synesthesia, symbols and the such, what they are and how they work grammatically. After spending two hours the previous night deciphering Biblical parables and breaking them down to metaphors and meanings for a test we didn't even write, I felt ready.

Cynical Twat has his finger bandaged, I think he cut it or something, and thus he can't write. V asks him about it, and when he tells her all that, she's just like "Well, I was never allowed [not to write]." in this half surprised, half jealous kind of way.

The words for pigeon and dove are interchangeable in my mother tounge, as the actual word for dove is quite outdated. And although the metaphor was about a dove, V specified "When we call someone a pigeon, we don't mean that they smell and spread diseases." At the end of class, when somebody asked her how specific we will need to get about recognising these things in writing, she mentioned we will need to know which example is a metaphor or which one is, for example, a symbol, and added "but you will only need to know the exact subtype if you're preparing for an A level", and briefly glanced straight at me before taking a sip of her coffee. I smiled. Challenge accepted.

First lunch break, two people from the other class are rushing towards me the moment they see me, to ask for my Literature textbook. V told them if anyone doesn't have theirs, they're going to have to answer some questions for a grade. Me being me, I gave it to them because, as I told Pocketwatch Friend, "I love V to bits, but I wouldn't want anyone having to answer the questions she asks." Got my book back the next lunch break, as they forgot everyone's having homeroom, and getting their first term report cards.

V and I have a bit of a similar way of walking—long and fast strides, shoulders straight, head held high—so it was a bit funny, both of us heading towards the same door from opposite ends of the corridor. (Though I only really walk like this when I'm confident in myself. It's funny, apparently I do it often enough for it to be noticeable, cuz admittedly, V recognises this walk of mine. It's something she told me at the end of last year, when she mistook someone on the street for me, but realised our hairs were different and that I walk differently.)

As I'm sat in my usual place, head on Pocketwatch Friend's shoulder as I was really tired, I notice that there is something off about V as she's typing away on her laptop. I couldn't exactly pinpoint what, but I felt that something wasn't quite right. The feeling further strengthened when she started the lesson, and I saw her eyes. They looked years older than they did merely three hours before. There was this... deep-rooted exhaustion and sorrow in them, and at first glance, I thought she had cried. She did smile a couple times as far as I remember, and by the end of the lesson, when she showed us some romanticism-period music and art, and we all cracked up on how the cable connecting our projector to her laptop constantly malfunctioned and kept colouring everything to pink, she seemed to be in a lot better mood. That's something I noticed about her in the past two months or so, that she's usually a bit off when she starts class with us, but by the end of it, she's much more calm and feeling better. Not to brag, but I think she likes being with us.

On my way out, as she was telling everyone to put their chairs up, I told her to get some rest as I passed her. She usually doesn't hear these kind of comments because she doesn't want to, but I tried. But, while her "thanks" was probably addressed to the others, she did look me in the eye as she was walking out, me already being outside. There is something gentle about the way she looks at me. Maybe she did hear it, after all. Maybe she was glad. These looks of hers are the reason I never know for sure how she feels about me. That's the one thing I never learned how to read about her.

After I spent an hour and half with six little girls clinging to me every other minute of training, I went home feeling great. That's how I know I'm doing my job well. My boys aren't quite so physical, naturally, but I like to think they like me, too. They laugh at my jokes. Anyway, I was in a good mood, ready for dinner, having a good time... then I get a text from Bandana Friend, saying "Look at V's [SNS account]."

Private account.

I immediately got dead scared. What if she found out I was there? What if she saw? Oh God, what if I fucked up? I immediately lost my appetite, and I was in a rather intense state of fear and panic, not at all able to think the situation through rationally and spamming both Bandana and Pocketwatch Friend about the situation. Now, I am aware that I overreacted quite a bit, to the point of nearly crying, and that the situation is nearly not as dramatic as I thought, but I really felt like I betrayed her and invaded her privacy, which, especially after all the shit she's done for me, felt like quite the dick move.

Why was her account public before if she didn't want anyone finding her, you may ask. I actually haven't got an exact answer for that. The best I can say is that—she's human. She made a mistake, and I trust her enough to feel that she did. She was careless, but I'm in no position to throw the first stone at her. After all, I was, too.

For long hours after that, I felt hollow. Disappointed in myself. I could only cry later as well, once my mum was gone. Quite tragic, that. One Friday I'm crying in her arms, the next I'm crying because of her. This is why it took me so long to sit down and tell you this, even just writing all this took me 4 whole ass hours. As I thought it over and over again, I realised V isn't someone I should be fearing. That if she ever confronted me about it and I admitted to it, she would be hurt, but she'd understand. She wouldn't hold a grudge, and I could surely make it right by her, were that the case.

But both my friends offered an explanation that made even more sense. After all, it was my cousin from the other class who found it, and surely all of his classmates know. My friends both said that maybe someone over there let the cat out of the bag—honestly, some people there are the type. If you read things back, the fact that she had class with them between our two classes with her, and that she started class with us really disoriented and worn quite add up. I don't think I'll ever know if she saw I was there. I don't think she'll ever mention it. I still feel a little guilty, and something tells me all this isn't quite over yet, not until I see her again and see how she acts. But spending an hour last night, jumping around barefoot in my PJs while listening to Queen and Abba and lip-synching into my phone worked wonders to get the depression out. You should try it.

We'll see how things go. Maybe I screwed up, maybe we both did, maybe neither of us has. Whatever happens, I'll tell you next time. Promise I'll be on time from now on.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

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Written In The Stars XXVII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I make the notes a week prior i post the chapter and i got my wisdom tooth removed (i only had one cause I’m cool) last tuesday, i hope future me is doing well

Words: 2,706

Warnings: A dead-looking cat and rotten food

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Chapter Nine: Deathday Party.

The rain was especially heavy during October, it wouldn’t take long before winter arrived and took away the little warmth they had in the castle.

Mel managed to keep her word during those months, dedicating most of her time to getting the best grades on every lesson -Potions was still a nightmare- and her mother’s mood improved as well, she was visiting her uncle because he’d gotten sick, and the aftermatch kept him in bed for longer than expected.

Her uncle had gotten sick a few years before, same as now, she was hoping things would go just as well. An improvement was that she didn’t have to write the same thing twice now that her mum and uncle were in the same house.

“-And there’s absolutely no chance will beat Slytherin, they’re a bunch of cheaters and now they’re also fast,” Fred huffed, “We’ve got no chance I tell you, Oliver’s going to throw himself into the lake after the match”

She’d been listening to the twins while finishing the letter for her mum. Only making fewer sounds whenever they paused so they knew she was paying attention.

“Harry’s our only hope,” George said miserably.

“You still have a chance against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, don’t you?” She asked while closing the envelope of her letter. “Make it count.”

“Slytherin’s our first match, Mel,” Fred looked up, he and George’d been trying to feed a salamander one of his Filibuster fireworks, “if we lose that, we lose against the rest”

“Can you talk lower over there?” Ron snapped, he turned to look at his brothers. The boy was weary and bored out of his mind, trying to finish his potions homework, which made him very grumpy. “Some of us are trying to work!”

“Sod off,” George replied. “If we’re annoying how come neither Mel or Hermione are complaining?”

“I can’t complain about it when you’re talking to me, can I?” She smiled. “And ‘Mione’s an expert at ignoring people when she’s studying”

Harry walked in, covered in mud just like Fred and George minutes ago, he mumbled a 'hi’ and went straight to his room to get changed.

“How is he holding?” Mel inquired, pointing to where Harry had vanished moments ago.

The boys shrugged.

“You know Harry, he doesn’t really complain- keeps it to himself…”

“How do you think he’s doing?”

“How do you think he’s doing?” Fred asked back, “You know him better, don’t you?”

“That’s why I’m so worried,” She said grimly, “he looks… not great”

The conversation died after that, Fred and George were catching people’s attention and several students were now around their table, watching eagerly to their experiment. Ron, Hermione, and Mel sat quietly, only asking a few things here in there. After half an hour Harry came back, sitting next to his friend and looking a bit sleepy.

“Want some?” Mel offered him a piece of chocolate, a gift from her uncle.

“No thanks,” Harry replied, then he added, “I ran into Nearly Headless Nick on my way to the tower…”

He told them about his talk with him, and how he’d save Harry from getting detention. As a way to thank him, Harry agreed to assist at his 'Deathday party’. Nick also sent the invitation to Mel, Ron, and Hermione.

“A deathday party?” asked Hermione. “I bet there aren’t many living people who can say they’ve been to one of those - it’ll be fascinating!”

“Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?” Ron was still in an awful mood, “Sounds dead depressing to me…”

“It could be fun,” Mel shrugged, finishing the last piece of her candy and putting the wrapper away, “and educational”

“Way to make it sound thousand times more boring,” Ron said under his breath.

The table on their right exploded into laughter as the Salamander shot up in the air.

“EVERYONE GET OUT!” Percy made its way through the crowd as the twins tried to catch the salamander, “YOU TWO ARE A HEADACHE, I’LL TELL PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL ABOUT THIS AND YOU’LL BOTH GET DETENTION-”

Mel stood up, horrified and wishing for the little creature to be alright, she walked up to where the Salamander landed, still throwing golden and orange sparks.

“Don’t touch it,” Hermione said immediately, “It’ll burn you”

“Is it in pain?” Mel asked worryingly.

“-I SWEAR I WON’T MISS HAVING TO DEAL WITH YOU, ONCE I GRADUATE FROM SCHOOL, YOU’LL STOP BEING MY PROBLEM-”

“Don’t think so, Salamanders are like tiny dragons,” Ron said with an amused expression, he was glad to have an excuse to not pay attention to his homework, “they like fire”

Mel watched the tiny creature disappear in a cloud of sparks and colorful flames.

Mel didn’t think much about the feast she would be missing, Nick’s party could be just as fun, right?

She had to make a quick stop in the library, the deadline to give back one of the books she used for her essay on Vampires was about to expire and she didn’t want Pince scolding her.

She saw Erick returning from his Hogsmeade trip as she made her way back to her common room.

She wanted to ask about the trip, but they hadn’t talked since their little fight -had it really been a fight?- and was afraid of how he’d react.

However, as soon as he saw her, Erick excused himself from the group and discretely pointed to the stairs that guided to a hidden passageway. Mel followed a few steps behind, finding Erick behind the tapestry.

“Hi,” She said timidly, “are we good?”

“Have we ever been?” Erick said jokingly. “I figured you’d be feeling guilty… Gryffindors are so impulsive and then when the adrenaline it’s over they regret everything… I’m fine.”

“You are?” She frowned. “Then why did we stop talking?”

“I’ve been preoccupied,” He shrugged casually. “You never answered my note, by the way.”

“I didn’t know what to say!” She said defensively. “I thought you were angry! How was I suppose to send you a note saying-'Oh, and I want you to buy me some sugar quills, thank you’- Who do you think I am?”

“You’re too nice for sure,” He smirked. “I bought you something anyway, though I don’t know if you’ll like it…”

He searched in his pockets and pulled out a small blue bag.

“They’re all different- some of them are my favorites, some of them I can’t stand,” Erick explained. “Take it as a test, you like the wrong kind and I’ll stop talking to you for real.”

“Very funny,” She said, grabbing the bag. “I have to go…”

“Are you going to the feast?”

“Headless Nick invited Harry to his deathday party and we’re all going”

Erick looked at her in mild surprise.

“Right,” He nodded. “Send him my… condolences?”

“Will do,” She walked away and glanced at him one last time, he had an odd expression on his face.

“Have fun…”

The party was anything but fun.

Erick was aware of it, hence why he smiled at her like that, knowing full well what she was getting herself into and not bothering to warn her. She planned to have a serious talk with that boy about things that were funny and things that weren’t.

Also, she was starving.

The ghosts of the hunt arrived and ruined Nick’s party… Well, it was already bad, but now it was ruined for Nick as well as for them.

“I’m freezing,” Mel whispered, inching closer to Harry and clinging to his arm.

“I can’t stand much more of this,” Ron murmured as well, looking at the table with rotten food.

“Let’s go,” Harry nodded towards the exit.

“Pudding might not be finished yet,” Ron said eagerly, almost running towards the Great Hall.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, he let go of her arm and in a rush he supported one hand on the stone wall, leaning his head towards it.

“Glasses?” Mel stopped too, watching him.

“Harry, what’re you -?”

“It’s that voice again - shut up a minute -”

“What are you-?”

“Listen!” Harry urged them.

None of them could hear a thing.

“Harry,” Mel said, reaching for his shoulder, “we can’t hear anything.”

He gave her one frantic look before replying.

“This way…”

Harry guided them through the entrance hall and up the marble stairs, looking around.

“Harry, what’re we -”

“SHH!” He turned around, eyes widening, “It’s going to kill someone!”

Mel and Ron shared one terrified look before following their friend. They didn’t stop running until they reached the second floor.

“Harry, what was that all about?” panted Ron, “I couldn’t hear anything…”

“None of us, really,” Mel frowned, “are you sure it didn’t come from Nick’s par-?”

“Look!” Hermione gasped in horror.

Mel was the first to move towards it, she read the words without understanding their meaning:

'THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.’

“What’s that thing - hanging underneath?” asked Ron, with a shaky voice.

They inched closer, someone slipped behind her and only then she realized they were standing in water, the floor was flooded.

Mrs. Norris was hanging stiff from one of the torches.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Shouldn’t we try and help -”

“Trust me,” Ron insisted. “We don’t want to be found here.”

“I agree,” Mel nodded, mouth dry, “let’s go-”

The girl backtracked until she was next to her friends, but just as she did, the rest of the students appeared on both sides of the hall. Everyone went silent.

“Enemies of the Heir, beware! You’ll be next, Mudbloods!” Malfoy had found his way to the front and he was disgustingly happy.

“What’s going on here? What’s going on?” Mel felt all the blood drain from her face as Filch approached them. He saw Mrs. Norris and covered his mouth with anguish. “My cat! My cat! What’s happened to Mrs. Norris?”

His eyes landed on the kids.

“You!” He screeched, and Mel jumped in fear walking even further away from the man, “You! You’ve murdered my cat! You’ve killed her! I’ll kill you! I’ll -”

“Argus!” Dumbledore was there too, along with the rest of the teachers.

He moved through the mass of bodies and detached the cat from the torch.

“Come with me, Argus,” He said. “You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, Miss Dumbledore…”

“My office is nearest, Headmaster,” Lockhart spoke up, “just upstairs - please feel free -”

“Thank you, Gilderoy”

They followed the teachers through the hall without talking. Mel felt a thousand eyes on her but only one pair caught her attention: Bright brown eyes stared at her in horror.

Ginny Weasley looked like she was about to faint.

“She’s not dead, Argus,” Dumbledore said after carefully examining the cat.

“Not dead?” Filch cried. “But why’s she all - all stiff and frozen?”

“She has been Petrified, but how, I cannot say…”

“Ask him!” Filch, yelled, pointing menacingly to Harry.

“He didn’t do anything!” Mel replied in disbelief.

Dumbledore raised his hand to ease her.

“No second year could have done this,” He admitted, “it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced-”

“He did it, he did it!” Filch kept yelling, “You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - in my office - he knows I’m a -I’m a… He knows I’m a Squib!”

A what?

“I never touched Mrs. Norris!” Harry exclaimed, “And I don’t even know what a Squib is.”

“Rubbish!” Filch spat, “He saw my Kwikspell letter!”

“If I might speak, Headmaster,” said Snape, talking for the first time, “Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time… But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the upstairs corridor at all? Why wasn’t he at the Halloween feast?”

“We were at Nearly Headless Nick party,” Mel replied quickly, “there were hundreds of ghosts, they’ll tell you we were there -”

“But why not join the feast afterward?” Snape pressured, “Why go up to that corridor?”

“Because - because -” Harry stammered, “because we were tired and wanted to go to bed”

“Without any supper?” said Snape, a nasty smile on his face, “I didn’t think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties.”

“They don’t,” Mel continued, “that’s why I had these…”

Mel showed them the bag of candies Erick had given her hours ago. It was full, but Snape couldn’t see that at plain sight. The Professor squinted at her, unconvinced.

“I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter and Dumbledore aren’t being entirely truthful,” he said. “It might be a good idea if the kids were deprived of certain privileges until they’re ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel Mr Potter should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest.”

“But we’re being honest,” Mel stepped forward.

“Really, Severus,” said Professor McGonagall, “I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn’t hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong.”

Dumbledore stared at the children with his deep, icy blue eyes.

“Innocent until proven guilty, Severus,” he said firmly.

“My cat has been Petrified!” Filch whined, “I want to see some punishment!”

“We will be able to cure her, Argus. Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs. Norris.”

“I’ll make it,” Lockhart offered, “I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep -”

“Excuse me,” said Snape dangerously calm. “But I believe I am the Potions master at this school.”

“You may go,” Dumbledore said to Harry, Mel, Ron, and Hermione.

They rushed to the door. Instead of heading straight to their tower, they sneaked inside a room so they could speak privately.

“D'you think I should have told them about that voice I heard?” Harry asked.

“No,” said Ron. “Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.”

Harry gave Ron an eerie look.

“You do believe me, don’t you?”

“'Course I do,” Ron nodded, “But -you must admit it’s weird…”

“I know it’s weird,” Harry frowned. “The whole thing’s weird. What was that writing on the wall about? The Chamber Has Been Opened… What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means trouble is coming,” Mel pushed a chair with her foot, “again.”

“You know, it rings a sort of bell,” Ron wondered. “I think someone told me a story about a secret chamber at Hogwarts once… might’ve been Bill…”

“And what on earth’s a Squib?” asked Harry.

Ron laughed lightly, Mel raised a brow.

“Well - it’s not funny really - but as it’s Filch… A Squib is someone who was born into a wizarding family but hasn’t got any magic powers. Kind of the opposite of Muggle-born wizards, but Squibs are quite unusual. If Filch’s trying to learn magic from a Kwikspell course, I reckon he must be a Squib. It would explain a lot. Like why he hates students so much. He’s bitter.”

“Why is every rubbish staff member in the school bitter about something?” Mel grumbled, “Grow up, they’re supposed to be the adults…”

A clock in the distance reminded them they should head to their tower.

“Midnight,” said Harry. “We’d better get to bed before Snape comes along and tries to frame us for something else.”

Once in the common room, Mel grabbed Harry’s wrist and stopped him as Ron and Hermione kept climbing up the stairs.

He turned around with a confused expression, “Mel?”

“I… I just wanted to say I believe you,” She let go of his hand, playing with her sleeve anxiously, “no one will think you did that to Mrs Norris”

“Tell that to Filch,” He said sarcastically.

Mel smiled.

“Well, no one but Filch will believe that. Better?”

“Better,” Mel stretched out her hand and ruffled his hair, “don’t! The natural mess it’s enough…”

“Glasses,” She chuckled, “you’re asking for the impossible”

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