#i will have so uch fun finishing this

[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicmas23 Day 7: Hybrid Jasper

Good evening! Tonight, we have something experimental. I was trying to put together a one-shot that focused on Jasper as a hybrid because I'm equal-opportunity with my nonsense.

It's still in parts, and I'm not sure that I've captured the vibes that I'm aiming for, but we persevere. I kind of love the idea of Jasper being the vulnerable one and Alice being the protective one and wanted to riff on that concept. Some of the 'rules' and world-building are a little iffy at the moment, but first drafts always need a little work.

Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, tagged, and messaged me. Those tags and messages absolutely make my day and I love every single one of them.

I'm off to sleep off this cold, in the hopes that I can recover fast enough to finish off a couple of planned entires <3

on the edge of dawn.

His past is knotted up in secrets and lies. 

And blood, he can’t forget that. 

(It starts and ends in rivers of blood, in so many lives worth of blood, that it would be disingenuous not to acknowledge it.) 

When he meets the eyes of the recruitment officer and tells him that he’s of-age, he’s not lying. He’s been a grown-ass man for a decade now; just because he’s sixteen in human terms is meaningless. He is more than capable of fighting a war. 

(He fights to protect the people that raised him, the cousins who were really his little sisters. He goes to war to make sure that he can send money home, enough to keep them fed and warm and safe. He doesn’t need much, and it’s nothing compared to what they gave him.) 

When he runs afoul of Maria, he expects it to be his death. One that is surprisingly appropriate considering his own origins. Instead, it is a fever that cooks him from the inside out, one that he stays lucid throughout, begging for answers, to explain what is happening for water, to know what has become of his poor horse. He sees a lot of people, strange people, that feel like they are all wrong but he doesn’t know why. 

He thinks of his little sisters, and hopes that they’ll be okay. He saved a lot of his pay, sent it home, so maybe they will. Maybe they won’t go hungry or get sick.

Maria is exceptionally intrigued by him. This man who doesn’t die, who rambles at her, begs her. And even when the fever ebbs, his eyes are still a piercing hazel. He still bleeds and sleeps and breathes. But he feeds on blood, he can move at least as fast as the slowest newborn, and has a gift that he almost effortlessly weaponising. 

He is a marvel, a miracle, a prize. 

So she keeps him, and Jasper is mostly reminded of stories about hell from the Bible. 

(He can never go home again.) 

—

Her visions have shown him since she awoke, but he’s always been very strange in them - like he’s made of smoke and memory, faded and halfway gone. She doesn’t understand it, and it scares her - that very first vision, where he tucks a flower behind her ear and says her name - is her north star, and her touchstone. She doesn’t know who she is without him, and the idea that he could disappear terrifies her to the bone. No one else does that in her visions, and she can’t work it out. 

Then she realises his eyes are hazel. Somehow she missed that little detail as she watched him fight and feed and rule Mexico in Maria’s name. They are such a beautiful shade, impossible for a vampire. 

And then she sees him sleeping, and it terrifies her that he is so vulnerable and unguarded in such a terrible place. She feels sick at it. 

He’s still an enigma, she still has questions, but it’s a clue. It’s something. It helps her shape and frame their future in her mind, knowing that he is not entirely the same as her. 

It makes her feel useful, and that’s a nice feeling. 

—

He remembers his mother a little too well. She had sharp hazel eyes and hair so light it was almost white. She’s already dead by then, washed out and still, and it’s a single frame in his memory. Something he should never be able to remember. But he does. 

(Jasper remembers her best when faced with the bodies. The ones who were taken as a meal, and the ones that don’t survive the change. Bloodless and broken in every way that counts. Her face is always clearest in his mind as he gathers up those dead people, and maybe he remembers his upbringing and says a quick prayer for them. But it doesn’t take long for those prayers to be meaningless mutterings under his breath, part of the routine without any of the meaning.) 

Sometimes he wonders what would have become of him in another life, with his mother perfectly dead. His grandmother had no love for him, not in those earliest days; a pious woman, she would have cast him out young if it hadn’t been for his mother’s brother. 

For a long time, he’s raised by his Uncle Jed. Jed looks at him and seems to see past all the things that shouldn’t be and the things that make him strange, right down to the lost boy he is. 

Jed gives him the family name - Whitlock - and puts him to work on the ranch. It’s a good life, and he likes working with animals, likes that the things that make him different make him useful on the ranch. He likes that he never has to see the old bitch of a grandmother that never let Jasper forget that he was the reason his momma was dead. 

(His momma named him. She picked the name out herself and started embroidering it on a blanket because she became too ill. That’s something he tucks in the back of his mind, that possibility that maybe she didn’t hate him, maybe she even loved him.)

Then Jed meets Gracie Wainwright and Jasper is terrified that he’ll have to leave; that being reclusive and unseen is the only way he can stay there, outside San Antonio. Jed doesn’t even let him go to church except at Christmas; for Jasper to grown up, he must be invisible and it’s the one family law they all obey. 

Except… Aunt Grace is his greatest champion, the mother he never had before. She is quick to teach him, bringing him books and teaching him his sums, how to sew on a button and darn a sock, and cook a hot meal - “Everyone needs to know these things Jasper, no matter where you go in life.”

And then there are the girls, he beloved cousin-sisters who climb over him and cling to him and are nothing but laughter and soft, kind things. Jed and Grace produce five of them, one after the other, all golden-eyed and blue-eyed and his favourite people in the world. Girls he would die for. 

So he does. He goes and signs up for the army because he’s been grown for years, because he’s faster and stronger and doesn’t need food or water. Disease never seems to touch him, and there’s little-to-no chance that they won’t have to leave the ranch. They’ll need to eat and travel, and his stipend will help with that. It’s the least he can do. 

(In her letters, Aunt Grace worries about him incessantly, tells him that Little Emma wanders around calling for him, not understanding that he’s not coming home any time soon; that his stipend has been useful in keeping them fed and well. Jed writes him and scolds him for running off and for sending them his money, but always ends his letters speaking of his pride in Jasper, and wishes to come home safely. Jasper’s always felt guilty he never made it back.)

Maria is oddly fascinated by the concept of his family, by how dearly he holds them, and how he still remembers them, still adores them. Vampire memories are supposed to decay; it’s considered a rebirth for a reason. He doesn’t know why his memories stay so vivid, but he treasures them. In the end, it’s easier and safer to stop mentioning them, to pretend the memories are starting to decay, so that Maria stops interrogating him, so that she thinks he’s finally behaving how he should. 

//

The first time Alice sees Jasper bleed, she nearly screams. It trickles into his eyes and he swears, and she’s frozen in a vision that she cannot escape from. He swipes it off his forehead and sucks on his fingers a moment to swipe over the shallow wound. 

And it’s sealed. Does he have a healing gift?

She doesn’t know. 

But the visions start showing her the things that are to come. The Cullens are still a possibility, but Jasper will be more skittish about joining them, about letting others know about what he is. About having to live with more vampires after South. He’s terrified of Carlisle on so many levels, and the idea of school goes against everything his uncle taught him. 

But she’s gratified that he seems happy when they’re together. That he sees something in her, the lost girl, that maybe he recognises. 

I love you Jasper, and I know that we’re going to be so happy together.

And she does. She loves that he can walk in the sunlight without notice, but he still hates doing it. She loves that he has no special talent for languages, but has still managed to learn Spanish and French fluently. That he’s never learnt to dance, but he’ll dance with her. That at some point she’s going to try to cook for him, and it’ll be a messy disaster and he’ll just laugh until there are tears in his eyes and tell her that he loves her for trying. 

Sometimes she wishes that she could share visions, pass them from her head to another’s because she wants to be able to save all of this for him, to show him that everything is going to be okay. Better than okay; perfect. 

//

Peter is a blessing in disguise. At first, he’s only there to make trouble, only there to test the boundaries and question authority. He hears Jasper’s sluggish heart, sees the way Maria watches over him, and decides that Jasper is the weak link, and he just needs to exert the right amount of pressure to break him. 

It goes about as well as expected, and something about the fact that Jasper is the one that returns Peter’s arm instead of throwing it on the pyre cements something between them. Loyalty, understanding, and a sense of fairness. 

Friendship and brotherhood comes in time. But that evening, as Jasper realigns the joint and explains to Peter that Maria has tried to rip off Jasper’s arm before but the joints are weird because he was already venomous before being bitten, that it didn’t work. Did fuck up his shoulder for a while though. 

Peter is fascinated. That he can be cut and bruised and broken, but they can’t do something as simple as tear him into pieces. That Jasper takes days to heal, and on the long sunny days they stay inside for, Jasper sleeps.

//

She finds him in Philadelphia and, oh, her heart breaks. In her well-loved dress and too-big shoes with the creases deep across the toes, she looks like a real lady compared to him. 

He’s outside in the alley, trying to convince himself to go inside. She’s seen it happen both ways, and that’s why she was late. To make sure that either way, he’s going to find her. She refuses to risk it any other way.

In the flesh, he’s a lot further gone than she expected. Enough that she discards her coat and her shoes as she enters the alley, moving quietly towards him. He’s so thin, and his hair is a tangled mess around his face, and he bares more than one bruise. His clothes are woeful, filthy and too thin for the cool weather. He’s not going to survive another winter like this. 

“Hello,” she says, and when he looks at her, his eyes almost pass as hazel, with the ring of fading red around the pupil. But he also looks hunted and haunted, like an animal backed into a corner. “I’ve been looking for you.”

She smiles at him, and he stares back for a moment before he relaxes a little. “I didn’t realise I had an appointment,” he manages, his voice cracking with disuse. He lets her get a little closer, looking at her bare feet, her green dress that has seen better days, the less-than-clean gloves, and the ribbon in her hair. Oh, and her purse. 

“That’s okay, because I’m here now,” she decides to brazen it out, and goes closer to sit beside him except he stops her.

“You’ll spoil your clothing,” he says, getting to his feet and he’s so very tall. He has to look down at her, and she feels very delicate and precious as he does so. 

“I have a lot of clothing to spoil,” she says honestly, and he still looks uncomfortable. “I’m Alice.”

“Hello Miss Alice.” He sounds uncertain but for her, it’s the most beautiful sound because it’s the very first time that she’s ever heard him speak her name out loud. 

—

#jasper hale #alice cullen #jalice #my fic: hybrid jasper #ficmas #ficmas23 #twificmas23 #jasper being 'special' would make maria even more posessive #and peter more protective #and alice going 'oh no i have to look after both of us' when jasper picks a fight and ends up with a bloody nose #poor alice trying to make pancakes and it going so so wrong #alice and jasper trying to work out how to conceal his condition so the cullens don't find out #i will have so uch fun finishing this

[strwberri-milk]

Kaeya streamer?

Yeah, kaeya streamer and a pro player:3

Not going to put an scenario just because I want to see yours!

i'm just gonna give some!! general hcs maybe not too uch because i havent been given anything specific so my mind is jus wandering a little lol - i decided ot make him a variety streamer but i definitely think he got started playing games before branching out!!

Kaeya's voice is amazing for streaming. He's got a perfect little lilt and he's so entertaining. He's got great people skills so he can hold a conversation with chat seamlessly, a bit of a smirk always sitting on his face as he interacts more casually with the chat!

He likes to do a bit of everything from just watching videos, giving his opinion on things, or playing video games. He doesn't want to constrain himself to just one thing, so he likes to try things out all the time!

He probably likes playing story-oriented games, giving the characters voices to add dimension as well as RPG combat-based games. He's got a lot of skill and is really good at clearing levels or bosses, but also loves trying to see where stories go.

Sometimes he's a little overdramatic with his reactions, definitely playing it up for the camera but jumpscares really get him. Once he gets the predictability and cues then it's not nearly as bad but nobody will ever forget the time literally jumped out of his chair and ran off camera to scream at an absolutely horrible jumpscare.

Definitely also loves analog horror. He has some boards dedicated to the theories and if he feels like he's got some extra brainpower then he'll pull it out and go through theories on websites with his chat to discuss them and try and guess what's happening.

With his games he tries his best to do completionist runs, leading to either super long live streams or him playing the same games for a few months at a time if that's what it takes to 100% it. He's very determined to finish them all the way, and is really good at them anyway so it's fun to watch.

Has cried once or twice on camera thanks to really sad cutscenes or subject matter, making his fans swoon.

Also, sometimes if he's feeling extra generous he might occasionally do a karaoke stream. He's got a good voice but doesn't really sing all too often because he's not that interested in it outside of having done some singing in a choir because of school. Fans love it, he just doesn't care much for it.

#kaeya headcanons #kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin impact

[reestallized]

Ok so I just. Finished all 30 chapters in the PML arc and I just. I never expected almost any of what came in the last chapter. I mean. I mean it.

Blue's response to defeat, Red accepting his challenge before that, seeing all the Sync Pairs I've met before the finals, Lear snapping (lmao), the second PML tournament being announced, mY TeAMMAtEs bEiNG RiValS. Yk. And uuh that thingy that appears after the ending of the cutscene. All that like yk. If you saw my reaction in person you would be seeing me chuckle and laugh and goof and stuff but. Specifically for the end. I WAS LITERALLY TEARING UP MENTALLY OK. SEEING ALL THE FRIENDSHIPS I'VE MABDE. THE PEOPLE WHO WERE INFLICTED BY MY ACTIONS. I WAS SO MENTALLY EMOTIONAL OK. but I have a very annoying issue with expressing physical emotions ok like. Symptoms of neurodivergence. If that's even a word. But literally. I never expected any of that to happen but. It's only been like 26 days?? All that is already over wtf

but seriously thamnks you DeNa and Game Freak ty ty ty aauuuuughh ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I might even make an artwork for that later after I wake up from sleeping ok. Oh and also that fcuking Giovanni ruined my happiness when it only lasted a few minutes he's so anno iinmg 😠 and he reminded me that the Villain arc was a thing like you could've let me forget about that but nnaaaaauur you fcking idoit you didn't . I hate that so m uch. And uuuh uummmm eeh idk it was fun while it lasted. Yeah that's it thanks for reading.

#pokemon #pokemas #pokemon masters ex #reestal wanted to talk #long reads #long post

[countessofravenclaw]

The 2022 writing Advent calendar: Day 18

18. Writing the perfect Christmas song

We are picking up with the Studio Kids' convert once more

“That was amazing! Lets give the one more round of applause!” Leon shouted as he appeared on the stage after the students had fined playing Jingle Bell Rock. “Like we probably said hundred times already, the no alike talent the people from the studio. And now let's invite to the stage one of our brightest stars who I have the great honor to share this next duet with. Violetta Castillo everyone!”

Leon was able to just and just get his lines out without bursting into laughter. They had had so much fun writing the introduction lines when they had to be kept semi-formal and the guys had made a bet about who was able to deliver them the most majestically. 

“Thank you so much Leon,” Vilu appeared on the stage next to him and dropped into a curtsy, “So, this duet has been near and dear to my heart for years. It was my mother’s favorite Christmas song. We are in Buenos Aires, so we, unfortunately, do not get ,uch snow her during Chirstmas, or any day really… but that still can’t stop us from dreaming of a White Christmas.”

With those words the music started playing Leon and Violetta started singing the song while also partaking in some choreo they had prepared with Broduey’s help. It in some ways actually reminded the Abrazame y Verás choreography, the truth be told, Vilu also was wearing a white dress.

“Aren’t they incredible?” Francesa, who had been watching the performance from backstage with Diego, Camila, and Ludmila, sighed. “Reminds you of the good old days.”

“Well, we are gonna be much better than them,” Ludmila rolled her eyes, but Fran was able to see that she was smiling, “But they are incredible. That is my sister after all.”

“Surely after this, there will be so much more demand for Violetta Castillo and Leon Vargas collaboration.” Camila sighed, “The other band boys may need to watch out.”

“What?” Maxi and Broduey turned their heads from the snack table to the girls. 

“Nothing.” Cami just shook her head. 

Everyone applauded immensely after Leon and Violetta finished and the students took the stage once again and Last Christmas started playing

“Okay, whose next?” Federico asked after Andres had managed to lose the setlist. The student was performing the majority of the concert and the gang’s numbers appeared every three or two songs or so. 

“We are,” Ludmila linked her arm with Naty. “Get ready to be blown away.”

“We are going to shine like stars and you all will be eclipsed by it.”

“Helly everybody!” Ludmila, Naty, and Camila walked to the stage. 

“It is time for the most eclipsing number of this whole show,” Ludmila started. 

“Well, don’t excacarate,” Camila nudged Ludmila, “This is not a competition.”

“So, the next song is a song that I wrote. Sometimes it is hard to write the perfect song that reflects the season.” Naty started speaking, “I was inspired by all the Holidays I have spent with my family at Spain. Christmas is all about daily after all and sisterhood.”

*

“See, I told you we’d be the best,” Ludmila remarked after the girls arrived back to Backstage.

“We’ll see about that.”

*

“Okay, time to get the energy up in here!” The guys took the stage and Leon started speaking, “There had been so many incredible performances already and fun aint ending yet.”As you know we are All Four You, and we something spec”

“As you know we are All Four You, and we have something special in store for you,” Federico continued, “You could almost say… that you, our beautiful audience are all we want for Christmas.”

#Violetta #2022 Writing DCLA+ advent calendar

[getallemeralds]

doip.: session.. 3?? / 8.30.21

oh shit i cant hear the recap music bc of my fucking headset

I FORGOT WE STOLE(?) A BARREL CRAB

LAST TIME ON DRAGONS OF ICESPIRE PEAK: we killed the shapechanger and stole(?) a barrel crab!

michael: i feel like we have to use the barrel crab now, because the announcer guy included it in the recap jorb: the announcer guy. michael: i don't know his name!

notes may be sparse bc im doodling alidaar while listening to the others talk

we have given the funny little animal arson powers

time to go to the dwarven excavation! also i finished doodling so im listening now

"i'm going to roll perception to see if some shit is up-- ahaahaa. aaahahaeehahaahaa . aaa"

michael to the rescue! with a better explanation of what he's trying to look for (if anythings been raided or messed up) and also a better roll in general

are the wyatts still arguing about horses? (no! somehow.)

nyx: are you trying to perceive jorb: are you trying to use your eyes, sir?

dwarven excavation has a big ol temple! which has dwarven statues out front that have "evil grins" or smth. so, uh, this is fine

michael: i dont think i trust those stone piles, they look like theyre drawn on an animation frame.

it has been 4 sessions and nyx's character still doesnt have a name btw

nyx: i am the most stealthy binturong that has ever existed, i am squeaking out loud, i am throwing rocks everywhere nyx being a Funny Little Animal is so good bc even tho his stealth check sucked, the dwarves he's stalking just ignored him bc it's a lil binturong vibing on some rocks

every day im shufflin'

(jorb shuffling tokens around trying to remember which npc is which)

nyx: [coughing] leo: ..is nyx dying? jorb: no - wait no i thought that was part of the ambience but yeah that's nyx dying

dwarves :>

alidaar is fun. snarky bastard. pronouns aren't real

temple has an infestation of goops!

michael: hold on let me cast a spell on myself before i recall high school physics

alidaar: i'm gonna be real i'm just here for violence and p much nothin else, sooooo

alidaar: alriiiight! venture forth, fuckos!

oh hey ali has darkvision. apparently that's a house rule thing bc for some reason dragonborn?? don't have darkvision???? normally??????? ty based jorb

leo, as alidaar: i've just discovered i have darkvision! i've never been in a dark room in my entire life! michael: alidaar scratching the side of his head like "what does this little switch do?" click. "oh my god i have darkvision!"

jorb: you're checking out the ceiling, huh? leo: y.. ye a ...

uh oh, oozes!

leo: i'm.. going to back away. jorb: that's probably a good idea. leo: i'm going to knock on the wall [over by tobias] and go "hey uh, i found a problem. i found TWO problems."

having a group huddle!

WHOOPS I FORGOT TO EQUIP MY RUNES good thing i figured that out right before combat started lmao. alidaar's a rune knight now!

leo: [checking something] jorb: [@ nyx] ..you now have an initiative of 23. leo: w

PEPPER'S HERE

distracted from d&d by cat

LITTLE GUY HAS DEPLOYED AN ORBITAL LASER (moonbeam) lmao the jelly walked right into it bc. int of 2-- WHOA guiding bolt op

one jelly down! -AH BEANS im getting owned

whap

woo, combat done! i was the only one that got hit lmao

nawball is talking abt eating grass.

alidaar found a secret door! while both tobias and nameless failed lmao

man i keep not taking good notes bc its mainly us fighting stuff and then exploring around. which is fun! but not interesting to take notes of asides from funny quips

remember how i said the wyatts werent arguing abt horses? i was wrong

HELP I'M INSIDE A WALL

AH FUCK NOTHER JELLY

I'M GOING TO PARKOUR OVER THE JELLY. LET'S GOOOOOOOOO I'VE GOT A PLUS SIX TO ATHLETICS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO i lost like half my hp and fell over prone but IT WAS WORTH IT NOT WORTH IT NOT WORTH IT NOT WORTH IT WOW. THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.

SOMEHOW THIS LET ME ESCAPE BC THE JELLY SUCKS THATM UCH

jorb: ..okay, because its a 1, im gonna say youre prone again leo: GODAMNIT

jorb: do you want to spend half of your movement to get up? you don't have anywhere to go-- leo: LET ME UP. I WANT TO STAND UP jorb: okay! whatre you gonna do now- leo: VIOLENCE. I WANT TO KILL [rolls to attack]

jorb: how do you wanna do this? leo: i am going to fucking splatter this jelly like jam on toast.

I KEEP GETTING STUCK IN THE WALL

little guy is putting on a cool necklace they found in a strange tomb! This Is Fine

rubbing my face on a pillar to investigate it leo: [rolls a 5] i go up to the pillar, and i put my face against it, and i just.. stand there leaning on it with my face smooshed on it

leo: i'm gonna keep rubbing my face on it [rolls a 10] jorb: your face hurts a little bit.

npc: hey, uh, whatre you doing over there? alidaar: my best.

tobias: alidaar, did you find anything? alidaar: i found a pillar.

leo: okay, naptime. i fall asleep where im standing - im leaning on the pillar, face smushed against it, and i fall asleep standing there

oh shit, orcs these are the like. generic angy orcs. which is a shame but eh at least i ooc get to feel less guilt about ic alidaar going off the shits in 0.5 seconds surprise round! tobias bisected the first orc and alidaar's breath weapon nearly knocked out the other two. in the surprise round. man i love alidaar's breath weapon WOW. LITTLE GUY JUST DID A CRITICAL HIT. I FEEL BAD FOR THESE GUYS

leo: i feel kinda bad for these orcs! michael: they probably eat babies its fine

michael: i'm going to go full todoroki on this ass [...] yes i had to google to make sure i was getting the name right

all the orcs are just. Obliterated. OH MY GOD THEY DIDNT GET A TURN. THEY DIDNT GET A SINGLE HIT IN WE JUST ANNIHILATED ALL OF THEM michael: ..are we the baddies?

potg: michael sniping an orc in half

#leo chirps #ttprg #doip.

[ginnympotter]

72/73 for jily please! Love these writings :)

A/N: thank you! i combined the two. hope you like it! :)

“Lily Evans, are you drunk?”

“Shhh,” she said, and as he reached her she put her hand over his mouth. “My reputation is at stake here.”

James laughed, moving her hand and intertwining their fingers. “No worries, Head Girl, I won’t deduct any points from you.”

She shook her head. “It’s not that.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Then what-“

“I bet she couldn’t handle my signature drink, The Blackout by Black,” Sirius said from the couch across, smiling victoriously.

James gasped as he looked at the almost finished drink in her hand. She did not protest as he snatched it from her and put it on the coffee table between them and Sirius. “You gave her that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Sirius put his hands up. “Don’t blame me, she agreed to it!”

“How do you feel?” James asked her, concerned.

“Dizzy and nauseous. Not even any of the fun parts of being drunk,” she lamented.

“That’s the magic of The Blackout by Black,” Sirius explained, pride in his voice. “The journey is different for everyone, but the destination is always the same: blacking out. You’ll get there, don’t fret.”

“Why do I get myself wrapped up into your lot’s marauder madness?” Lily moaned, putting her head in her free hand. “Sirius, I’m going to kill you, then myself for being such an imbecile.”

“Not if the drink gets to you first,” Sirius mumbled.

James rubbed his girlfriend’s back soothingly. “I leave for 30 minutes and my best mate almost murders my girlfriend with her permission. Great.”

“Do you have that little faith in me?” she asked, her voice muffled by her hand.

“Lily, I can’t even survive that drink.”

“Well, you’re a lightweight.”

Sirius laughed loudly. “Too true.”

James snorted, affronted. “No I am not.”

Lily lifted her head back up and did something that indicated she was trying to roll her eyes, although she couldn’t quite get there. “You literally had to go to the hospital wing after the last Quidditch victory because you got so drunk.”

“That wasn’t because I was too drunk, that was because someone,” James emphasized as he glared at Sirius, “distracted me while I was trying to levitate myself!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so pissed, you wouldn’t have lost your concentration,” Sirius quipped, throwing back a shot of firewhiskey.

James groaned, and Lily leaned her head on his shoulder. “So when did you almost fall victim to this drink?” she asked.

“He’s the reason it was invented in the first place,” said Sirius, smirking.

“What d’ya mean?” she mumbled, eyes closed.

“You tell it, Prongs,” said Sirius, as he got up. “I’m going to go get myself a butterbeer. Want one?”

“I’m fine, thanks mate,” James replied. As Sirius walked away, James let go of Lily’s hand and instead wrapped his arm around her waist, tucking her closer to him.

Lily snuggled closer, nuzzling her face into his neck. “So what’s the story? Why were you the inspiration for this poison?”

James cleared his throat, nervous. He never told her this before, but he supposed he had nothing to feel embarrassed about anymore with her. “Remember when you started dating William Coster in sixth year?”

She made a gagging noise. “Uch, don’t remind me. I have tried to actively erase that from my memory.”

“Yeah, well, the night I found out about it, I was trying to do the same.”

Lily leaned her head up to look at him. “Huh?”

“I was crushed,” he told her honestly. “It was also the same night that we lost our match against Slytherin. So I told Sirius to put me out of my misery, and that I didn’t want to be able to remember the night. And thus, The Blackout by Black was invented.”

“Did it work?” she asked in a small voice.

“In blacking me out? Like a charm. In making it so that I wouldn’t see you and Coster for the next three months together? Not so much.”

She frowned sympathetically. “I’m sorry, James.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he reassured her. “It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

She pulled away a bit, her eyes glazed. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I didn’t even like William that much,” she whispered. “Towards the end, I mean. And now, don’t reinflate that beautiful head of yours, but part of the reason I chucked him was because I realized I was starting to fancy you��but only a bit!”

James grinned, warmth filling his chest at this newfound knowledge.

Before he could respond, Lily snorted. “Oh, don’t look so smug about it.”

He laughed and caught her face in his hands. “I love you,” he told her as his thumb gently stroked her cheek.

“I love you too,” she responded, before moving in and kissing him. Even while intoxicated, Lily knew how to kiss James in a way that practically rendered him immobile.

She pulled away a minute later and said, “People are staring.”

James opened his eyes and looked to their right. “It’s just Sirius.”

“Well, I see three of him.”

Sirius chuckled, plopping back down on the other couch as James tried to get Lily up. “Alright, Evans, let’s get you some water and food.”

Lily stumbled as she stood, holding onto James’s arm tightly. Then she pointed to the right of Sirius, most probably where one of the three of him she saw was. “I will emerge victorious, Black!”

“Sure, I’ll see you tomorrow morning for your memory quiz.”

[klaviergavinwiki]

i never finished lis 2 so i decided to restart it and god damn i forgot what a little asslicker sean is at the start like he’s just such an asshole like he’s a teenager so i get it but every time his dad is like hey can u hand me a wrench or play a fun little game with me and ur brother and he’s like “UCH like i didn’t have anything BETTER to do tonight” i’m like bro relax

#like dude just find ur dad the wrench #u came in here to ask him for money my man

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Fallen From Grace

A/N: Hi this is my first time writing anything like a/b/o dynamic stuff, so be kind, I’ve been reading a lot lately and I’m quite liking it. I’m hoping to make this a series, just gonna test the waters and see how this goes.

Series Summary: Before the incident she was one of the most powerful Alphas on the Avengers team; admired, idolised and possibly feared, nothing could stand in her way. However, after a mission goes terribly wrong, and she is brutally attacked, the injuries she sustains take all of her Alpha strength, reducing her status to a weakened Omega.  By the way of nature, the team can’t help but treat her in a completely new way. Especially her two closets friends, who now see her in a whole new light.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (and the fun stuff that comes with that!), strong language, sexual content (smut is coming much later, and there will be added warnings on those chapters), fluff, angst, manipulation, corporal punishment (18+ only readers)

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six//

Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve//

Part Thirteen: Infectious Love 

Chapter Warning: Needles, Medical Themes? 

Word Count: 2.9k

The sweat dripped down your face, running into your eyes, your whole body was covered in a thin layer of moisture, as you summersaulted around the bed. You couldn't breath, with the pain that was radiating through your body. You had managed to keep quiet enough, to not wake your sleeping Alphas, who lay next to you, as you tried to find comfort in your bed.

The pain and the sweating had started a few hours after you had fallen asleep, once you had finally bonded with your mates. You couldn't understand what was happening, you had recently just finished your heat, so there was no possible way it had come back so soon.  The pain came in waves, it rippled through you, starting from your head, before finishing in your stomach. You clawed at your stomach, just wanting it to end. 

As another heavy wave, rolled over you, you couldn't stop the small cry that escaped your lips, as you hunched over, in the bed.

“Baby. What’s going on?” you hear a sleepy mumble come from the side of you, as Steve rubs his eyes, and raises himself, so he was propped up on his elbow, a tentative hand resting on your hip. It recoiled slightly when it felt the temperature of your skin, but returned more firmly with concern. 

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” his voice was a lot stronger now, as he sat up further, so he could look at you easier. His voice had caused Bucky to stir, as he turned to face you and Steve, he rubbed his eyes before, they fell on your whimpering and sweating figure. 

“Y/N. What’s wrong, honey?” he sits up as well, both him and Steve now towering over you, whilst they tried to work out the cause for you ailing.

“It...hu-rts.” you spit out through your teeth, that have begun to chatter uncontrollably.

“Where does it hurt, sweetheart. Can you show us?” Steve asks, pushing some hair away from your face. 

“It...ju-st...hurt-s.” all you could think about was the pain, you couldn't form any basic words without stumbling, let alone full sentences. 

“We need to take her to Helen and Bruce.” 

Before anymore could be said, Steve and Bucky were rushing around the room, pulling on any available clothes they could find, before Steve wrapped your naked figure, in one of your blankets, and picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He could feel you trembling in his arms, as well as, your increasing temperature. 

“It’s alright, baby. We’re gonna find out what’s happening?” you just wince, as he rushes you to the elevator, Bucky following closely. 

“Floor Three. Residential”

The lift door opens, Steve rushed you in, Bucky almost smashing the button for the Med-Wing.

“FRIDAY, call Bruce and Dr Cho. Tell them we need them in the Med-Wing, immediately.”

“Right away, Captain Rogers.” 

You lot out a few cries, as another wave of pain washes through your body, Steve lightly shushes you, rocking you slightly.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Bruce and Dr Cho are gonna know what’s happening.” Bucky says, rubbing your back. 

“Dr Cho is already in the Med-Wing, I have alerted her, that you are on your way. Dr Banner will be meeting you shortly.” 

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” 

“Sub-Level 2. Medical Wing.” 

The doors are only half way open, before Steve and Bucky are racing out of them, almost colliding with an awaiting Dr Cho.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, signalling for them to walk and talk, whilst guiding them into the Obs Room. 

“We don't know, we woke up to find her shaking, and crying, and in pain.” Steve informs her, “and her temperature is sky high.” 

“When was her last heat?” 

“A week ago.” Bucky conversed, he wasn’t looking at Dr Cho, he was softly stroking his thumb over your damp forehead. You continued to mewl in Steve’s arms, the blanket you were wrapped in, was sodden with sweat, and tears. Dr Cho motioned for Steve to lay you on the bed, you cry out in protest. Steve just hushes you, making sure that your blanket remained protectively covering you. 

“Has she eaten anything or been behaving unusually, recently.” Dr Cho asked, she places a blood pressure cuff, around your bicep, before sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“No, she's been absolutely fine. Yesterday she just spent the whole day laughing and playing with everyone. She was no different.” Steve rattles off, your whole itinerary, nothing unusually cropping up, “and then we bonded with her, an-” 

“Wait. You've bonded with her.” Dr Cho interrupts him, glancing at your neck, she can just about see the two healing bite marks, as you thrash around on the bed. Bucky and Steve keeping a firm grasp on you to stop you from falling off the bed.

“Yes, of course we did. Why is that a problem? Is that what’s causing this?” Bucky asks defensively, worrying encompasses him, when the thought of being the cause of his fragile Omega’s pain, nearly tears him in half.

“I can’t be sure.” the thermometer beeps, and she can’t hide the way her eyes widened slightly.

“What is it, what does it say?” 

“104.”  

“That isn't good.” Bucky says flatly.

“No, it is not.” Dr Cho concurs, she goes to the station behind her, and pulls on a pair of gloves, “do I have your permission to examine your Omega’s bonding marks.” 

Dr Cho knew, even as a Beta, she would need to request permission, to look closely at, let alone, touch and examine these, very private markings.

“If you think you can help her. Yes, we give you our permission.” Steve confirms, looking to you with sorrow in his eyes. 

You hadn't been listening to a word that had been said, the only sound you could really hear, were muffled noises, whilst your heart pounded against your ribs, your nerves were racked with pain, firing off all your receptor. 

You jerk away, when Dr Cho tries to touch your marks, a watery growl ripping through your throat. Your instinct telling you to protect your marks, not wanting to dilute your Alphas’ scents, with her foreign odour.

“It’s okay, my little Omega, Alpha gives her permission.” Steve tries to reassure you, as you bear you teeth, when Dr Cho tries to touch them once again.

“Do-n’t...to-uch.” you stutter out, determined to keep your bond pure.

“Omega.” Steve manages to grab your face, and turn it so you were looking to your Alphas, “Alpha gives you permission, to let her touch our marks.” 

The way his eyes darken, even in your pain ridden state, makes you nod your head in submission, Steve turns back to Dr Cho, giving a single tilt of his head, to show that she has everyone’s permission. 

“Just look at us, baby girl. Just look at me and Buck. You’re okay.” 

Steve leaves his hands on your face, so that you can only look at him and Bucky. You flinch when Dr Cho’s cold and gloved hands begin to prod at your swollen neck. 

“It appears the bites are trying to heal, but there is something that is slowing the process down. They’re oozing some kind of mucus.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting, what have I missed?” a disgruntled looking Bruce, who looks like he’s just rolled out of bed, probably because he just has, comes stumbling into the room. 

He takes one look at your pain induced, convulsing body, and goes wide eyed, before pulling gloves on and joining Dr Cho’s side. 

“Steve and Bucky bonded with Y/N last night. Shortly afterwards, she began presenting with a temperature, and by the way her body is going into spasm, I imagine considerable levels of pain.”

“Could it be delayed side effects of the poison?” Bruce suggested, he tried to look at your marks, but he didn’t ask Steve or Bucky, or you, if that was okay. As his hand got closer, he froze in his movement, when a very audible growl, rolled round the room, from Steve and Bucky. One person was enough, to invade their scent.  

“Possibly. The marks appear to be oozing, but it’s unclear what that substance may be, I need to take a swab. Would that be okay with you?” She looks at both Steve and Bucky, who only look up briefly from your pained face to nod, before going back to stroking, any part of your body, they thought could bring you comfort. 

Disappearing briefly, before returning with a small swob in her hand, she delicately swobbed the area, softly apologising, when you whimpered in pain, when the swob brushed a particularly tender area. She packaged it appropriately, before she got a second one, gently swobbing the other bite. 

When she was finished she handed the protective packaging to Bruce, who said he would go and check it out immediately. 

Your body was still seizing from the pain, both Steve and Bucky struggled to see you like this.

“Please give her something for the pain.��� Steve begged, the fear evident in his voice, did nothing to settle you.

“Until we get the results back from Bruce, I think we can treat this like an infection, as that’s what all the symptoms seem to point to. I’ll give her some acetaminophen to help to reduce her temperature, and that should also help her with the pain.” Dr Cho reassured, turning away once again, only to return a few minutes later. The sight of the needle in her hand, made your weakened eyes go wide, and even in your state of agony, you desperately tried to flee the bed. You were fed up with needles, for two months straight you had to live with endless amounts scattering your arm. You were not prepared to go through it again. 

Steve and Bucky immediately grab you, stopping you from leaving the bed. 

“Sweetheart, you need to stay on the bed. It’s alright we’re here.” Bucky tries to hold you, but you push him away, frantically trying to avoid the shot. 

“No, Alpha. Please no more needles, please.” you beg, trying to hide, in the pillow of the bed. They squatted down, so they were eye level with you. 

“Baby, it’s okay. Just one little needle, then it won't hurt anymore.” Steve’s attempted reassurance just fell on deaf ears, as you continued to push against them. It was clear you were not prepared to give up willingly. They shuffled round in front of you, Bucky remaining in his crouched position, grasping your closets hand, you tried to pull free, but he held it solidly, his other hand coming up to brush the hair out of you face. 

From Steve’s, now standing position, he was able to seize your arm, and hold it securely, whilst Dr Cho lined the needle up, with a vein in your arm. 

“Eyes on me, little one. Just look at me.” Bucky said, stroking your hair, and gazing into your eyes. 

“You’re such a good girl.” he praised, as the needle went in, causing you to cry out, “Sh, well done, my sweet girl. It’s all finished.” he kissed your hand, as your cries settled to hiccups, and Dr Cho removed the needle. 

Gradually you began to feel relief, as the medicine began to kick in. You could now feel how physically and emotionally drained you were, your eyelids becoming increasingly heavy. 

Dr Cho excuses herself, in order to give you some privacy, as Steve and Bucky, carefully manage to untangle you from your soaked blanket, and lay you in a fresh hospital one, you curl up into a ball, mindful of your tender neck. You whine at the loss of your Alphas scents, but are quickly silenced, when Bucky lays his arm over you, Steve’s hand going to your hair.

“Everything’s going to be okay.”

~~~~

A few hours later, Bruce returned with some results, Steve and Bucky couldn't tell if they were good or bad, as the look on Bruce’s face, was mainly one of confusion. 

“Baby, you need to wake up for us, Bruce has your results.” Steve gently shook you awake, you let out a small yawn, before slowly sitting up, you lean on Bucky’s shoulder, wanting to be close to at least one of your Alphas, as Steve stood to attention, arms folded and a frown etched onto his face. 

“So the results from the biopsy I performed on the swobs, showed some interesting results.” Bruce explained as her put his glasses on, and squinted at his notes.

“What kind of interesting?” Steve questioned, the frown on his forehead only getting deeper.

“Well it appears, when you bonded with Y/N, your’s and Bucky’s Alpha DNA, worked it’s way through Y/N bloodstream.” 

“Yes that’s what’s supposed to happen.” Bucky snapped, a little too harshly, as he got a glare from Steve. Yes, Bruce was the professional in this case, but he was still an Omega, trying to explain bonding to two very dominant Alpha Males. Bruce gulped hard, but tried to continue as confidently as he could. 

“Yes, yes, that is all very normal. What isn’t normal is the fact that Y/N, still had some Alpha cells left, within her body.” You sit up at Bruce’s revelation, you had believed all your Alpha cells to have gone, by the way you craved your Alphas praise, the way you could only ever be truly settled by their scent. You believed yourself to be entirely made up of Omega cells, your want to submit, was a key factor in your belief. 

You can’t help but perk up a little, at the possibility you could still be an Alpha, or there was a way to turn you back. The Omega in your head whimpered at your thought. 

“So Y/N, still has Alpha cells in her body, so they’re what...fighting our DNA?” Steve questioned. 

“Had.” you heart plummeted at Bruce’s words, the little hope that you had vanishing, just as quickly, as it had grown. 

“When you both bit, Y/N, it caused a large dose of Alpha particles to enter into Y/N’s system. This triggered an overwhelming amount of Omega cells to be released, in order to supply enough cells to bond with your’s. When Y/N’s bloodstream absorbed the poison, from the blades, it only supplied enough of whatever chemical, they used in order to mutated the majority of Y/N’s Alpha cells, leaving some of them behind. But with the increase in Omega cells, needed to bond with the DNA of two Alphas, meant that any remaining Alpha cells, belonging to Y/N, to be treated as an intruding Alpha, and therefore eradicating any possible cells.”

“So why did it cause, Y/N’s body to go into shock?” Steve asked, his arms were now unfolded, but the frown on his forehead remained. 

“Y/N’s immune system, was treating it like an infection, and therefore it was looking for any possible way to expel the remaining particles, secreting it through the skin, was probably it’s most viable option, as the bite marks are yet to heal. This means there was an opening in the skin, for it to secrete the ‘infection’ out of the body.” 

“But that doesn't explain the fever.” 

“No the fever was caused by a chemical called Pyrogens, which makes it’s way to the hypothalamus in the brain, which is in charge of regulating body temperature. When pyrogens bind to certain receptors in the hypothalamus, body temperature rises. The body does this in order to raise it’s overly temperature, high enough to kill the virus, or bacteria infecting it.”

“So you’re saying my Omega cells saw my old Alpha cells as an infection, and killed them?” you ask, Bucky and Steve can sense the air of disappointment in your voice. They can’t help but feel a little hurt by this. 

“It would explain, why your body reacted so well to the medication, Dr Cho, administered.” Bruce agreed. You nod your head in understanding. 

“Thank you, Bruce.” Steve says gratefully, that was also his polite way of telling him to get lost, as he needed to speak to you alone. Bruce nodded quickly, before exiting the room.

“Are you upset, baby?” Steve asks you, an air of annoyance in his throat. 

“I won't lie to you.” you sigh, “when Bruce said there might have been a chance that some of my Alpha cells had survived the mutation, I was hoping there may have been a way to turn me back.” you explain honestly, you can barely look at Bucky, as the hurt in his eyes, is crystal clear.

“But I don't want that now, I want you.” you try to recover.

“What you don't want it now, you can’t have it?” Bucky snapped, you cower slightly, his accusation cuts through like a knife. 

“No I don't want it now that I have you.” you reason. Bucky stands and starts to pace. 

“You should have said you had doubt, Y/N. We’re bonded now, there’s no way of going back. You are our’s now.” he bites. 

“I know, and I want to be your’s.” you sniffle, tears burning your eyes, “please, Alpha. I want to be your’s.”

Bucky looks up at the sound of your watery voice, and he immediately softens when he sees the remorse in your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, baby. We just we can’t lose you.” he whispered, coming back to sit next to you, and wrap his arms round your shoulders, Steve, sits by your legs, taking your hand, and giving it a gentle kiss.

“You aren't going to lose me, I promise. You’re all that I want. Now and forever.” 

They smile at your words, Steve leaning in to give you a soft kiss, before Bucky turns your head to do the same. 

“I love you, my Alphas.”

A/N: I have an endgame (ha no pun intended) for this series, it’s just how I’m gonna get their I’m struggling with. Hope you guys are still enjoying this little series, and I’m not boring you too much!?

Taglist: @mikariell95​ @sexyvixen7​ @booboobella01​ @rororo06​ @vickstaahh​@krazykatkay456​ @winchester-wifey

Part Fourteen coming soon!

#alpha!steve #alpha!bucky #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #avengers a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #steve rogers #steve x reader #steve fic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #stucky x reader #stucky

[damatris]

I got tagged by @wolf-and-bard. Thanks, dear! <3 <3

What is your total word count on AO3? 527619 which is ridiculous considering I started writing last year's March. How many fandoms have you written for? 5. All but The Witcher and The Umbrella Academy were over 9 years ago tho... And not all made their way to internet.

What were your top 5 fics by kudos? There's Harshness In Your Voice And Softness In Your Hands Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back Silver In Your Veins Born Of Familiarity Such Small Things (All are Geraskier or pre-geraskier)

Do you respond to comments - why, why not? Yes, I'm just woefully behind. :"D I really love and appreciate each comment and want to show it. My readers also have amazing insights!

What's your fic with the angsty-est ending? That'd be Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back It's not technically angsty but it doesn't resolve nearly every problem since there's a direct sequel to it.

Do you write crossovers? Haven't so far. I do like them though, despite being a bit picky.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Not exactly. I did get some angry comments from a reader but they were more of a triggered reaction than hate. I really hope they dropped the fic since it was hitting them strongly and negatively. I wonder whether or not they read the tags.

Have you ever had a story stolen? No.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No. I didn't even translate the terrible Harry Potter songfics I wrote in Finnish when I was like 13 since I never updated them anywhere. Not that my English would have been particularly good at that point.

What is your all time favourite pairing? For all time, Kurogane/Fai from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle. That was the beginning of it all. For witcher, geraskier.

What is a fic you would like to finish but don't think you ever will? I have none. I write only one multichapter fic at a time so... But I'm pretty sure I won't ever write a longform fic about bipolar!Jaskier despite wanting to. I have a bullet point fic and might do a one shot or a couple at some point.

Writing strengths? Hyperfixation Dedication. If I start a fic, I don't know how to let it go. Which is also why I work on one at a time almost all the time.

Writing weaknesses? I hate particles. Finnish doesn't have them and they annoy me :"D I also have a tendency of saying things in a longer way than necessary. A lot of my editing is condensing things.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages? It's fun in small doses but it has to make sense for the scene to use.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter when I was like 13.

What's your favourite fic? Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back It's my baby. I put so much work into it. Dunno if it's conceited buuut I think it turned out really good. :')

Tagging: @jaskierswolf @natthemess @softdarlingjaskier if you feel like doing this

#iida rambles #adventures with writing

[kingsleyuche]

3 Ways To Get Over Failure And Depression

Failure or downfall is something that just happens, it could be on something we most cherished or needed. Consequently, it brings about regret, depression, shame, guilt, self-pity and tears. One get downtime after such an unfortunate incident, it's a heavy blow on the face, that's life, the more we live the more we learn

For instance, I had an ugly experience 2 days ago, as a writer, a blogger in the UK responded to my content writing pitch to write for her blog, you could imagine how excited I was. We communicated for some few hours to seal the deal officially, I conveyed some writing project topic ideas to her through our communication channel which was an email for her to select and give me a go-ahead node to start writing.

She did select and we settled on €150 pounds for my writing payment which she accepted to pay me through PayPal or BACs, I didn't have a fund receiving PayPal so I hurriedly created Dubai PayPal account which I know can receive fund anywhere in the world and transfer directly to Nigeria bank account.

As someone that has had experiences, I wrote the article flexibly and swiftly like an expert, it was fun knowing that I will be paid after the writing journey. I finished on time and wrote to her that I'm done, that it was excellent, she replied that she couldn't wait to take a look at it, as fast as she always responded I thought everything was going as intended. It came to my mind that I should ask for payment or send half-copy then get paid before sending the full article, I brushed off the thought because I never wanted to sound pushy or desperate.

Unfortunately, I sent the full copy alongside my PayPal funding account and she never responded again, I lost all, I gave her some time to get her to respond but she never did, checked my emails a million times but no new mail, time passed still no contact, checked PayPal account nothing, It's a depressing ugly experience that can make go mad but I contained my feelings, though I'm still broke.

Why I'm writing this is to tell readers that I have been there countlessly even worse, sometimes at the expense of my life. It's an article of love, motivation and encouragement in times of depressing downfall.

3 Ways To Get Over Failure And Depression

Now, I'm writing 3 sure ways I used to fight any form of failure occurrence, so as to keep my mental wellness intactt and to avoid being depressed.

1) Distraction:

When bad things happen, we are stuck with ourselves, lying helplessly on the bed or couch, hurtfully thinking and rethinking about what happened, why did it happen, what one did wrong or right, etc. These may seem right, it's a good way to ponder and learn from the situation but one shouldn't overdo it. It can be very detrimental to one's mental and physical health by allowing negative thoughts, emotions or behavior to engross us. One should quickly rise and distract itself with something worthwhile like watching television, movies, reading, hobbies or even hanging out with a loved one against overthinking.

2) Communication

Communication is a positive energy, it's something we need in such time, it's a mental release, it's a therapy. When one experience defeat or failure, it's very much advisable to talk to someone, it could be a loved one, a friend or an expert to get opinions, suggestions, and comfort.

3) Focus

One shouldn't feel lost or give-up due to failure or doubts, concerns of self-worth are very common in such an ugly experience, one starts questioning its capacity to perform effectively thereby losing focus on what's important which gives room for depression and self-doubt. Do you know that we don't lose, we learn?. In as much as we are battered or had lost big time we shouldn't lose focus on our set goals, one should keep trying after a downfall, believing that Mr jackpot it's near.

From

Kingsley Uche

Mental Health Writer

#Depression #anxiety #Mental #Health #Wellness

[ruleofexception]

Fanfic authors tag game

I was tagged by @bubblesthemonsterartist, thank you! ❤

AO3 name: ruleofexception

Fandom(s): Akagami no Shirayukihime

Number of fics: On AO3 - 34 (Tumblr posts and drafts I have yet to post, brings it up to - 49)

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Storm. Good gawd, this fic takes me a long time to write (and it’s only 5 chapters long, so far). There is a lot of research that goes into this one, just trying to get the language right. It takes me a while to get into the right mindset for it, too. It’s not one of those ones I can just pluck away at when I have time. If I’m going to Write It, I have to sit down and Write It.

2. Fic you spent the least time on: Okay, the one I spend the least amount of time researching and having to figure out is probably Damned. I just enjoy writing it and the words tend to come relatively easy. However, the one that I spent like, an hour furiously writing at work (because I was hella salty that day and Joanna encouraged me), would be Rumour.

3. Longest fic: Fall of the Crown at 73,347 and I’m not done it... I just... have to find the motivation to finish it. Endings are hard.

4. Shortest fic: (probably) Loud So Everyone Can Hear with 1,034!

5. Most hits: Knowing You at 2,811 hits.

6. Most kudos: Also Knowing You, with 284.

7. Most comment threads: Surprise, Knowing You, with 90!

8. Fave fic you wrote: Right now I’m having a lot of fun with Unheavenly Creatures. I even have an ending planned out (which might be a first for me). 

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I’m trying really hard this year to finish some of my WIPs. I’ve already finished 2 (yay!). And I am so close to finishing After You. I just have a thing about endings. I’m terrible at them. I’m so sorry. 

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: Well, I’m currently bouncing between new chapters for Unheavenly Creatures, Damned and After You. Because I can’t just focus on one thing, clearly. 

- Unheavenly Creatures: we’re going to see Obi confronting the Slinc and Shirayuki speaking with Garrack about what’s happened. There may also be some talk about Shirayuki’s father (and why she didn’t say anything) and trying to figure out what they’re going to do if he sends another assassin after Obi.

- Damned: all hell has broken loose and things aren’t looking promising for those in the lab. Yuzuri makes a decision that leaves Shirayuki, Obi and Ryuu fighting their way out of Lyrias.

- After You: Shirayuki, Obi and Ancil (with Uche bound and gagged in the trunk) head back to Obi’s to try and regroup but, when they arrive, there are two figures standing on his doorstep waiting for them. We learn more about the Enyi project and why it (and its participants) were terminated.  

OKAY. I have no idea who to tag. So let’s try: @thatwallfloweroverthere00, @thecatwhogrins, @fade-touched-obsidian and @another-miracle!

#ans #obiyuki #akagami no shirayuki-hime #author tag meme #thanks for tagging me! #this is always fun #also makes me realize I REALLY need to finish some of these wips because OH DANG #it's been a while. #<3

[secretblog1212]

What Klaus Needs

finally finished this prompt from an Anon, it only took me five years. XD Ticklish Klaus being a needy lee is amazing and I am here for it, here is some content my dudes.

AHH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY ASK ABOUT TICKLISH KLAUS!! 💓 i can try to give some ideas I’m not too good at it though so I’m sorry, also the one you said is super sweet and would be adorable! Using what you said maybe like Klaus is starting to annoy/tickle someone in hopes they’ll tickle him and they catch on?? Maybe he tickled Diego and then Diego figures out Klaus just wants tickles?? That would be so cute!! That’s all I’ve got baha but thank you so much if you could write it!! 💓            

To put it plainly, Klaus was bored.

    He had spent hours entertaining himself in his room, trying on all of his outfits and makeup. Ben and him had talked through all of their usual conversations already, from random ideas to conspiracy theories.

    After a truly fulfilling  debate on what truly defined a fruit Klaus took to wandering around the lonely house.

    A few of his siblings were out doing their own things, Allison had booked a flight to go see Clair and to finally settle the public on her temporary disappearance. Luther was exploring the city for the first time in his life, finding everything he missed out on during his ‘out of the world’ journey.  Klaus chuckled at his own thought.

    The house was not empty though, he could hear Vanya playing her violin behind her door and practically skipped down the hall towards the serene music.

    Vanya, she had slowly become more confident now that she had her siblings supporting her but seemed most at ease when he or Diego were around. Maybe it was because they had tried to defend her against Luther first, or she saw how they had all suffered most similarly compared to all the siblings paths. Klaus had been one of the siblings to not completely orstricise her during their childhood, they had shared many hours hiding away together until their Father found him and forbade their continuing friendship (not that it ever stopped them fully). Klaus was the disappointment of the Umbrella Academy, and his powers sometimes made him wish to trade places with the smaller girl. Was it better to have something and not be able to use it or to never have it in the first place?

    He was shaken from his thoughts as the melody sped up within the room. She had been working on her control for weeks and while not always 100% she had gotten farther than Klaus had in decades.

    He debated knocking on her door, maybe they could talk like they did when they were young, before puberty hit and he found a different outlet.

    The music stopped and pages turned before another private performance began. As ,uch as Klaus would of loved to barge into the room and demand her attention he had, contrary to belief, some self restraint. Instead he walked back down the hall to his… smaller brothers room.

    Klaus didn’t even think for a second before opening the door. Five sat on the floor, book propped up on his knees and didn’t give Klaus enough thought to look at him before sending him off with a quick “Not now, go find Diego or someone.”.

    Klaus surprisingly didn’t put up much of a fight. He did throw a lovely bird to his brother carrying a kiss from the depths of his heart to his still distracted brother. Five did not react.

    Shutting the door and heading further once more Klaus came to his other brothers room. Number Two. He did not bother to knock this time around either, much to Diegos annoyance.

    “Diego, my buddy, my pal, mi hermano! Wanna hang? I’m bored to all shit and you never fail to entertain.”

    Diego, who had been laying on his bed triedly scrolling through his phone, rubbed his temples. “Not now Klaus,” He sighed, truly looking dead tired. “I just got back from an overnight. All I want to do right now is sleep.”

    “Oh come on. Just a little bit.” We never hang out anymore, y’know? What happened to the good old times?”

    “Klaus please be quiet, I am going to take some headache pills then fall asleep for about a week, then we can do something.”

    Klaus did not appreciate the refusal of his company. With Five it was expected but Diego normally would put up with him for at least a few hours.

    “No fun…” Klaus whined. “I chose you Diego and I am not feeling the love-”

    “Because there isn’t any.” Diego raised his eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.

    Klaus slapped a hand to his chest, agast with this treatment. “Excuse me? Have you been misleading me this whole time sir? The outrage! Complete blasphemy!”

    Diego cringed at the volume, was Klaus always this loud? Diego didn’t know but he wasn’t going to wait to find out. He stood up and moved towards the ex- junkie, giving a playful poke to the ribs as he moved him outside his door, shutting it with a soft thus.

    Klaus panicked, he knew Diego had seen him flinch, he had seen the smirk he was wearing before he shut his door. The best thing Klaus could think to do was walk back to his own room and think. He wasn’t expecting to feel anything ticklish,he hadn’t braced himself for it at all! But it hadn’t felt… bad? No, he kind of wished Diego would try again later but… no. No he needs to go to his room, he can just ask Ben, he would die of embarrassment if he went to Diego now.

    And so he went to his room only to find Ben gone, wandering somewhere. He as left in silence with his thoughts switching back and forth on the exact feeling, repeating the tingles he felt over and over. His face was in flames, he knew exactly what he wanted  but it wasn’t like he could comfortably just go and ask someone for.. that. No, That would get some looks.

    Klaus was at the peak of his delima. He was never shy to ask about this type of thing before with his partners, and it wasn’t that he couldn’t ask he decided. He just wasn’t sure how any of his siblings would react, least of all Diego. Sure when they were kids they had tickle fights, at least when dear old dad wasn’t around, but now they were well into adulthood.

    He had asked Ben a couple of times more recently but he was never able to hold focus for long. It only ended in making him more needy.

    And so the craving began.

He couldn’t stop himself, never one for patience, so it was no surprise when he found himself marching over to Diego’s door only half an hour later, knocking before letting himself in.

    Luckily the other boy was fully clothed and still on his phone. A pillow hit it mark against Klaus’ face before he could get a single word out.

“Rude.”

“What do you want?”

Klaus hummed to himself before deciding to stretch himself over his brothers lap , stomach up, not unusual behavior but this time with an ulterior motive. “Can’t I just want to spend quality time with my family?”

Said family sat up, hands laying innocently on Klaus stomach, unknowing of the mental screaming fit that ensued.

“It’s rarely that simple. I don’t know what you want me to do if you’re bored, I’m tired to you’re out of luck, go harass Five or something.”

Klaus did not move, he was so close but the words he anted to say would not come out. Instead he settled for, “Nah, He’s probably reading some book. BORING.I would much rath-” He stopped in shock.

Never one to keep his hands still, Diego had begun to drum his fingers over Klaus stomach.

Torture. Mean. Evil. Rude. Klause felt personally attacked.

Diego only tilted his head, “You ‘kay? Not acting yourself.”

Klaus cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah fine. Just um. Nothing. “ He said, barely able to force the words past his lips. He could practically feel himself vibrating, but Diego just gave him a skeptical look and his hands, his fucking hands kept horribly drumming along to some pop song.

Diego watched as Klaus sat stiffly, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as he fought an internal battle. Diego had realized what Klaus had wanted as soon as he practically threw himself over him. He used to do the same thing till they were deemed ‘Too old for childish nonsense number two and number four, stop that this instance.”

He could drag this out a bit longer though.

“So wha’cha want to talk about Klaus?”

Klaus wasn’t even sure if he could talk at this point. He could feel every bang of Diego's fingers against his ribs, they were practically vibrating through his entire body. He knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Before he could think of something convincing to say Diego’s hands changed into claws, digging into his ribs. Klaus practically screamed at the unexpected change. Questions flew through his mind, how did he know? He thought he was being subtle. He wasn’t prepared yet!

“Ruhuhude!”

Diego felt his lips pull into a smile looking at his brother, it was the first time in a long time he had heard him truly laugh. The thing was, Klaus didn’t even try to pull away from the feeling besides the usual squirming, and even that seemed less intense.\

Klaus curled into a ball before frantically uncurling after a few seconds. His head tossed left and right.

God, he had forgotten how much he needed this. How fun and free it made him feel.

Diego decided it was time to switch spots, re experience his brothers ticklishness. Of course he remembered his worst spots, his hips and ribs, but he forgot how he would squeal if you lightly tickled over his belly, or cackle and kick when you went for his feet.

It only took minutes for Klaus to feel weak with laughter, he didn’t want it to stop though.

When he opened his eyes he saw Diego looking down at him , a smile across his face. He must of been waiting for Klaus to open his eyes because as soon as he did the teasing began, and boy did it start strong.

“Y’know, I forgot how much you liked this. I mean, you haven't’ told me to stop once or pulled away.”

Well shit. Klaus hadn’t even thought about masking how much he wanted it after it had started. It was much too late to salvage now. Instead he flung his head back and kept laughing. What else could he do? Deny what Diego already knew, he wasn’t Five. No, Diego was the one who used to tickle him most when they were kids, it would be dumb to think he wouldn't remember. Why hadn’t he just gone to Five, at least then he (probably) wouldn’t of had thought Klaus was in desperate need to be destroyed by tickly fingers, he could of convinced him that the entire thing was his idea!

But now he had every coo and tease ever heard of being thrown at him. He knew that the words couldn’t attack him themselves but it sure felt like they were! Each sentence made the pokes and scribbles double in ticklishness. God was this Heaven or Hell? Klaus could only guess a mixture of both.

His face was bright red, both from laughter and embarrassment, but the fingers didn’t stop. In fact once found his wrist and pried his arm away from his body. Shit. Shitshitshit.

“Shihihihihit! Diehego Noho.”

“Awe, is it finally getting to be too ticklish for you Klaus? Because I could go for hours more. I think that would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

Klaus shook his head, hair a tangled mess, while trying to pull his now pinned arm down.

“What about this spot? I remember your armpits used to be pretty bad..”Diego said, he was so cocky and full of confidence that even just looking at him made Klaus tingle. His voice was smooth and almost patronizing in the best way possible.

Klaus couldn’t will himself to respond as his brother slowly brought his wiggly fingers down. All he could do was giggle and shake his head. A completely hopeless case.

“I’m not even touching you yet Klausy, why’re you laughing already?” can you feel it coming? I bet you can.”

Four felt his face getting impossibly redder. Then, when his eyes were squeezed tight and his face tucked into the crook of his elbow that wasn’t quite strong enough, Diego made contact.

Klaus screamed, there is no other way to describe what happened. He could hear Diego laughing after him but couldn't make himself focus on much of anything except the fingers digging into his upper ribs and dancing in his hallows.

No matter what he tried, rolling over, kicking, rolling the other way, trying to pull his arm down, holding Diego's wrist, even at one point trying to fling himself off the bed, he could not separate from the point of contact. He thought he was going to go mad, and he loved every second of it.

Diego’s hands found his hips next. Nope. nopenopefuckingnope.

This must of  gave Klaus some super strength or something because he was suddenly able to rip his hand from Klaus grasp and hold on to his evil, cruel brothers wrists in hope of regaining some control.

Diego jst laughed some more. “Did you think I would forget your worst spot? How could I forget Number Four and his deadly ticklish hips?

Klaus felt himself getting more and more flustered, when they were young he could of been tickled from an hour and barely be phased, now he didn’t even know if he could last a second longer.

“Dihihiegoho! Noho- noho mohohohore. Ihihi canhan’t!”

“You can’t? I thought this was what you wanted Klausy?? Just a minute longer, then I’ll stop.”

Klaus wasn’t sure how he survived. He knew it was only a minute, literally. Diego counted down the seconds, but it had felt like an hour. By the time Diego removed him horrible, mean, absolutely rude fingers Klaus was wheezing for breath.

Diego moved to lay back down, “Next time you want tickled just ask, okay.” was the last thing he said as Klaus got his feet shakily under him.

Klaus did all but run out of the room. He could feel that there would be a lot more laughter filling the halls of the Umbrella Academy in the upcoming weeks. He didn’t feel any shame for being excited for it either.

#klaus hargreeves #ticklish klaus #tua #tickles #ler diego #diego hargreeves #just living my best life #they deserve to be happy #this was way too long for what I thought it would be but im not sorry #oof #the umbrella academy #tickling #tickle fic #fic

[smashy-headcanons]

Each smash character's favorite board game? (Example: Wario loves Monopoly)

Ooh, that might be tough, with how many there are. But I’ll do it because I like to go

Mario and Luigi: Mario Party (that counts as a board game right?)

Peach: Mall Madness

Yoshi and Kirby: Candy Land

Rosalina, Olimar, Corrin, and Lucario: Classic checkers

Bowser, Bowser Jr., and Falco: Battleship

Donkey Kong, Diddy Kong, and the Ice Climbers: Snakes and Ladders

Wario: Like you said, Monopoly

Links: Dungeons and Dragons. They had to adjust the rules since there’s only five of them (OoT Link, Young (MM) Link, TP Link, Toon Link, and BotW Link)

Zelda, Robin, Meta Knight, and King Dedede: Chess (Meta Knight and Dedede have monthly chess night back home in Dreamland)

Ganondorf: This is the king of evil we’re talking about. Are you kidding me? Such a powerful, evil being such as Ganondorf has no use for mortals’ childish games. Besides, he wouldn’t partake in such useless pastimes anyway!

Samus, Wolf, and Bayonetta: Pandemic

Fox, Ryu, and Little Mac: Cranium

(Most of the Pokemon don’t play board games…)

Captain Falcon: Doesn’t have a favorite. Willing to try just about anything but can’t think of any he likes more than any others.

Ness, Pokemon Trainer, and Villager: The Game of Life

Lucas and Mega Man: Operation

Marth: Jinsei Game (a Japanese game that’s much like The Game of Life but with some differences)

Roy: Ban-sugoroku (a Japanese game that’s much like Backgammon but with some differences)

Ike: He doesn’t have much patience for long, in-depth games like Monopoly or The Game of Life, so he prefers quick and easy games such as Tic-Tac-Toe

Lucina: Monopoly (looking your opponent in the eye while absolutely demolishing their chances of winning is fun, okay?)

Mr. Game & Watch: His home land doesn’t have much in the way of board games

Pit and Dark Pit: Pictionary

Palutena and Cloud: Scrabble

Sonic: Why play board games? They’re slow and boring, especially when the person you’re playing with takes a long time to make decisions.

R.O.B.: Doesn’t play board games. He tried playing one once but it didn’t work out due to physical limitations.

Wii Fit Trainer: Doesn’t play board games since they involve sitting down for long periods of time

Shulk: Mancala (it’s nice and relaxing but also has elements of both strategy and luck)

Duck Hunt Duo: It’s a dog and a duck. I’m not sure what else I should say here.

Pac-Man: Likes them all. In reality he actually has no idea what they’re playing yet somehow he still wins a lot.

Snake: Any guessing game or hidden role game

Holy heck did I do some in-depth Google searching to figure all this out. Whatever, I’m satisfied that I finished this.

….Wait do I have to tag everyone?

Okay, from now on, any posts involving all the characters is gonna have the “all” tag to make things easier.

#ask #all #smashy headcanons #super smash bros #headcanon #mine

[eeveequeenjigglypuff]

pegoryu 1,3,4,7,14,19,20,26,29,30

~EDIT: Somehow I posted this before i finished typing??? So I edited it and hopefully that works

SCREECHNO ONE EVER SENDS ME STUFF?????!!!BLESS

1.Who is the most affectionate?

Aaaahhh they both have their moments; this is difficult. I wanna say they’re fairly evenly matched, with Akira barely coming out on top. Unless Ryuji really wants to bug Morgana during a (supposed to be) lazy hangout session then he’ll really bump up the affection. Lots of cuddle sessions, and when out and about or just doing whatever, Ryuji’ll often sling an arm around Akira, play footsies, push his bangs back, or grab his hand; whereas Akira is more likely to lean/lay on Ryuji, ruffle his hair, and boop his nose.

3.Most common argument?

Okay, I lied, THIS one is hard. I feel like a little, sillier one would be“DUDE you gotta READ/DO THIS THING” “Naw, I prefer listening to you read/talk about it bc it’s more fun” “Oh come on, just do it!” “Make me!”

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Just hangin’ around reading manga or playing games. Watching a movie? Really anything as long as they’re together.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

I think Akira kinda always knew and just wanted to be around Ryuji and make him happy, not totally sure if Ryuji swung that way.

Ryuji would try to be close/be more touchy and keep telling Akira how much he appreciated him and telling him how great he is.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Of course, it depends on the situation, but more the most part, Ryuji. That’s not to say he can’t be gentle if he wants to.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Definitely Ryuji, when it comes to biological parents. However, if Sojiro doesn’t find out himself (and possibly say something), Akira would be more likely to go first. When it comes to telling the cru, they do it together, but ultimately it’s Akira.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Ryuji’s mama would cry out of happiness bc her baby boy is happy, and she ADORES Akira. She had a hunch, anyway. There would be a special dinner made, or maybe they would go out to welcome Akira to the family.Sojiro is happy for them both (they’re both good kids who deserve to be happy), but plays it off cool. “Oh? Well, that’s neat, good luck. Just don’t get into any trouble.”The group is excited and feel like FINALLY! Morgana, even though he doesn’t act it as much, is still happy for them. Of course, Ryuji still bugs him, and vice versa, but he really does care. I feel like there would be a celebration. These kids sure do love to celebrate.

26. What would be their theme song?

Y’know, I hear a lot of songs and think ”hmm maybe”. But the two that stick out the most are “There’s Nothing Holding Me Back” By Shawn Mendes and “Better Place” by Rachel Platten

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Even though they are sure to constantly show the other how uch they love them and will be patient and there to help, there will be times for both of them where their self-esteem/self-worth is so low (probably from something in their past) where they will hate themselves and think they don’t deserve this amazing, perfect, gorgeous boyfriend they have and the other one is just like?????? No this won’t do bc it’s YOU who are amazing, prefect, and gorgeous, believe me. Don’t listen to the sounds of your past. I feel like this would happen to Ryuji a little more though.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They cook for each other. A lot. A little thing here and there, or a really big romantic dinner! Yeah, Akira is really good at curry and a couple things, but I feel Ryuji would know how to cook a lot more. And he’s good. I feel like a lot of time Ryuji is up earlier, so he’ll make breakfast sometimes.Make a lunch or a lil goodie bag “Sweets for my sweet” And whEN THEY COOK TOGETHER IT’S JUST PURE FLUFF BC THEY’LL TRY TO COOK NORMALLY BUT ONLY GET SO FAR UNTIL ONE OF THEM STARTS BACK HUGGING OR TOSSING SMALL BITS OF FOOD AT THE OTHER

#thank you anon! #pegoryu #jiggly? #anonymous

[camelliacats]

Liability for This Claim

Another oneshot, but done for a competition.

Fic: "Liability for This Claim" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Zacharias Smith/Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, & Dean Thomas

Rating: K+

Words: ~3,230

Additional info: romance, Harry's era, 1st person POV

Summary: We all know that Zacharias Smith is like. He's a no-good wizard. He's never had any problem with that. Until now. *Mostly post-DH.

                "You should've been in Slytherin," she scoffed. It all began with that one statement.

                Parvati Patil had said it to me after the Battle of Hogwarts was over. I had managed to stay out of harm's way until the fight had finished, but I'd never managed to flee. So I was forced to see the wreckage and decay of the aftermath. Merlin, I've never wanted to see so many corpses. Ever. And I never want to see that many again.

                I had been wandering around, gaping at the piles of, ugh, bodies, when I'd accidentally bumped into someone. It turned out to be Parvati Patil (only identifiable by her mangled Gryffindor tie) supporting her twin, Padma, who was limping very badly. Parvati had glared at me with a nasty look in her eyes. "Uch, Smith."

                I'd drawn myself up, not wanting to be chastised. "What's it to you, Patil?"

                "You coward!" she'd growled. "We were all busy fighting! And what did you do? You ran with your tail between your legs. How you ever managed to stay in Dumbledore's Army, I'll never know. You're no Hufflepuff. That's the House of loyalty."

                "I am loyal," I'd spat. "I'm loyal to life. Chiefly, mine."

                "Of course that would come from you." She had rolled her dark eyes and then fixed me with another glare. "You should've been in Slytherin, you self-righteous creep." She'd shoved past me then and continued on, not bothering to look back.

                I received similar reactions from others, specifically members of the D.A. It turned out I was the only member to have tried to run…but so what? As I'd said to Parvati, I wanted to live. And I would use any means to keep on living.

                It would be a year later when I would have the misfortune to run into that hypercritical witch again.

                After Hogwarts, there wasn't much for me to do. I didn't have any outstanding capabilities, and I lacked one too many O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s for any kind of job in the Ministry of Magic. My best bet was finding work at The Daily Prophet. However, working as everyone's lackey wasn't my idea of fun, either. But I had to put up with it because it was the only job I could find.

                Being at the Prophet, I didn't really see anyone from my school days. …okay, so there was that stupid Brown girl from Gryffindor, but she was a reporter with an advice column, so I never had to go anywhere near her. I was the busboy for most of the other correspondents. Thank Merlin I didn't have to deal with her.

                And yet my words would turn on me.

                I had recently celebrated my first year on the job when she walked in. It had been a day like any other—grab everyone's post, fetch everyone's coffee or tea, get everyone's article to the editor immediately. As if I could split into ten people… There isn't magic for that, dammit!

                Anyway, Brown was waltzing around my lower level, and I had no idea why. My first thought was that she had finally gotten the assistant editor/manager promotion and was coming to lord it over the others. Then I saw she had a companion with her.

                Oh, bollocks.

                "…and she's the witch you go to when there's something going on in the naturalist field. She tends to refer to The Quibbler for her info and that paper's editor—you remember, Luna Lovegood's dad—for interviews. This is—" Brown stopped short when her eyes fell upon me. She grimaced. "Ah. Zacharias Smith."

                "Can I help you?" I said through gritted teeth.

                Brown ignored me and turned to Parvati. How could I have forgotten only a year later that the two were best mates? That was my only pondering as Brown said to her, "He's our errand boy. So if you need anything, you ask him. You won't even have to lift your wand," she finished with a smirk towards me.

                "Look you—" I wanted to finish my sentence, but…

                "Oh? What was that? You don't like your job anymore?" Brown looked at me with feigned care. "I'm so sorry. I'm sure I could find someone else, if you insist."

                I bit my lip from "insisting" that she was a cross between a hag and a Mandrake. "I'm busy, so I must be on my way," I stated slowly, pushing my ruddy cart between them and returning Parvati's shove from that one time a year ago.

                "See you around, Smith," Parvati sneered. Little did I know what was in store for me.

                I had a false sense of security from the start.

                It was fairly nice and quiet when Parvati started. She seemed to be a reporter like any of the others. She was determined, rather talkative (though she and Brown always had been even in our school days), and hardworking. And, at the start, it was only little things.

                I would push my post cart through the pathways between cubicles and a wheel would get stuck. I would take a corner and a wheel would fall off. My tie would get caught in some strange package and tear when I yanked it out.

                See? Little things.

                But then it got a little worse for me. Almost any opportunity for me to trip and take a tumble, it happened. My bloody legs looked…well, bloody and bruised. Once, I had to chase my cart down a hallway!

                My hair was purple one day, I sprouted tentacles the next, and I was covered in boils that wouldn't disappear for a week. Obviously, I was at my wits' end. So I was a chicken and didn't like fighting. So I didn't stay to help "bring about the end of You-Know-Who's reign." So I had always been skeptical of Harry Potter's "amazing" feats. But this was getting tiresome.

                In my opinion, the worst bit was about a month into these jokes. Someone conjured a tree root in the ground to trip me. I crashed into a door, however, and broke my nose. Blood got everywhere, including on the post and caffeine I was meant to deliver.

                The howls of laughter behind me severely incited my anger. I whipped around to let my accursed coworkers have a piece of my mind. But a handkerchief caught me off-guard and pinched my nose.

                "Ow!" I barked, wincing. I blinked a few times before seeing it was that woman.

                "Sorry, I'm just trying to stop the bleeding," Parvati stated. She knelt down in front of me, frowning. "Are you, er, all right?"

                I'll admit, she was the last person I expected ever to want to deal with me. Yet, here she was, looking…rather guilty. Tsk. Go figure. She probably just wanted to look good for everyone else, though she was most likely the culprit. I swatted her hand away, my eyes darkening as I simmered. "I'm fine."

                "No, you're not. At least let me—"

                "I said that I'm fine!" Our coworkers returned to their business while I cleaned up my mess. Parvati, unfortunately, remained.

                She silently watched me for a moment. "I… Smith, I…"

                I got up, fixed my nose with a spell, and siphoned the blood off everything. "You didn't want anything to do with me. I don't want anything to do with you. That's that." I left, my false sense of security gone. With at least two people at work who despised me, I knew I would be looking over my shoulder every waking minute.

                To my surprise, there weren't any practical jokes or pranks the week after that. Nor were there any the following week. Or the next. I began to wonder if Parvati were planning something big.

                On my break one day, I went to the cafeteria (well, more like a small mess hall) for lunch. I sat as usual by myself…until someone slapped a cellophane-wrapped sandwich down across from me.

                "Get lost," I told her without glancing at her face.

                Again, she did that quiet thing and just watched me for a bit. Finally, when I was praying for the lunch break to end, she opened her mouth. "You could've fought."

                "Excuse me?" I said, squinting at her. "Fighting gets you the boot around here."

                "I meant back then," Parvati explained, picking at her sandwich. "You could've fought. You could do the magic."

                I ran a hand through my hair, suddenly lacking an appetite. I pushed my lunch bag away. "You were the one who called me a self-righteous creep. You called me a coward. You might be right, but I don't care. I lived, didn't I? We can't say the same for too many others."

                Parvati cupped her cheek, thinking. "You…were right, too."

                I swear I was deaf. There was no way she was telling me this. "Beg pardon?"

                She stared at the table. "Don't get me wrong. I still think you're an idiot. But… Too many were lost," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "Too many were hurt. Padma still has her limp. The Weasleys—"

                "What about them?"

                The witch met my eyes. "You didn't know? They lost Fred."

                I shut my mouth. Of course I remembered the Weasley twins—who didn't?—but to have to think of even them as anything but a set… "Anyone else I know?"

                "If you recall Professor Lupin…he and his wife were killed."

                I narrowed my eyes. "That…"

                "What?"

                I pursed my lips. "It just seems…impossible. I mean, I'm never one to believe fully in one's powers, but Lupin seemed pretty strong and quick-witted. For him to…" I stopped, my shoulder sinking. "You know, I fail to see how I'm right, actually."

                Parvati sighed and stretched. "Think about it. If more had run, if more had chosen not to engage in certain fights—more would've survived. More wouldn't have been injured."

                I frowned. "Then if you believe me, why did you torment me? Why are you even working here?"

                "I like gossip, but I'm a good reporter. I won't stop until I have the story straight. And that wasn't me playing tricks on you."

                "You always looked guilty!"

                "Because…"

                I paused, realization hitting. "You know who did it." I scoffed and shook my head. I rubbed my mouth and had a hard time not sneering and walking away. "What made you change your mind about me?" I asked, catching her off-guard. Obviously she had been expecting me to ask who it was that had acted.

                "Well… I've had plenty of time to stand back and survey things since the war. I still think you were a coward, but that's the Gryffindor in me talking. The logical part of me is asking why my sister and I remained in harm's way. And everyone's been hurt, either emotionally, physically, or both."

                "Not your mate," I snarled. "Her life's duty is to reign over us, though she doesn't quite have that position yet."

                "It was Lavender."

                "I knew it! If it wasn't you, then it had to be her."

                "Smith, it's because she remembers your actions. At first, she was getting back at you because…well, for me, since you had the gall to tell me you'd put your own life first. But she was getting back at you for herself, too. Greyback mauled her," she finished quietly, her face serious. "It stings to hear that someone who might've done some good refused to do so."

                What does one say to that? Are there even any words? Not even I had a snappy comeback for that. Yes, people, I'm human. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a conscience and emotions. At least one thing made sense now: Lavender Brown wore long sleeves and high collars year-round for good reason.

                Parvati sighed. "I…shouldn't have told you that." She blushed, realizing the gossip in her hadn't helped. "Actually, I probably should've left you alone, as you wished." The Indian woman stood. "Look, just forget I said anyth—"

                "I couldn't have been a Slytherin," I spluttered, my mind not catching up with my mouth.

                She stared at me.

                "I couldn't. If I had been, then I would've been able to come up with some ingenious plan to help. Though, being a snake, I might not have revealed it." For the first time, we shared a laugh, one not as tepid as I'd imagined.

                "You know, Smith, it might be nice not to be a snake or a badger or a lion. Try being yourself," the witch quipped. "I'll see you later."

                "Er, yeah, see you…" Great, that was the best I could think of? I wanted to slap myself as she walked away, because—for the first time since my beginning at Hogwarts—I realized I'd found someone I might be able to trust. And maybe…maybe she had a little faith in me, too. Another first in my life: I prayed that I was right.

                Parvati took to having lunch with me, which was a blessed change from the rest of my time at the Prophet. She didn't hate spending her free time with me; in fact, if I were an idiot, I'd daresay she enjoyed it… Crap. I'm beginning to think of myself as an idiot.

                After two and a half months of cordiality, she imparted something to me that changed things between us. She told me that the reason the jokes had stopped was that she'd managed to convince Brown to stop.

                "I asked her to knock it off."

                "No," I said, chuckling. "Her? She's so…"

                "Stubborn?" Parvati supplied with raised eyebrows. "Don't I know it. She's my best mate. But, yeah, I asked her to knock it off. When that didn't work, I asked her to remember what it was like when others weren't that fond of her."

                "There was such a time?"

                "Yes, there was. That was how she and I became friends, and she kind of outgrew her obnoxiousness." Parvati smirked. "Some don't."

                I gave her a look. "Hey! I'm getting by without questioning everyone's actions or talents."

                The way she laughed and didn't seem to have any walls up around me… I stopped praying that I was right about her changing her opinion of me. I found myself wanting to change her opinion of me.

                I, Zacharias Smith, was going to act and not run away.

                I waited and observed her more, trying to see if I could gauge her reaction. If I moved too early, this would all blow up in my face, and I would be a lone wolf again at work. If I moved too late, Parvati… She was charming. She could have any bloke she wanted. If I never made a move, she could still be my friend, at least.

                But she was charming. And rather beautiful. And she treated me like a human, and she was full of fire and compassion and—oh, hell, I've fallen hard for her, haven't I?

                That's it. It's been almost another month and a half. I'm making my move. … Wish me luck.

                My shift was over. FINALLY. It'd been a truly hard day. Busy, too. The Quidditch World Cup was coming up, so nearly everything was related to the Wizarding sport.

                I had a crick in my neck from being hunched over my ruddy cart, but luckily that cart was in storage for the night, and I could head home. I left the floor by way of Parvati's cubicle, hoping we could catch a bite to eat. I slowed when I overheard her laughing with someone else. A male someone else.

                "You're horrible!" Parvati said. "You're Seamus' mate! You should tell him when a broom design's awful!"

                Ah. So it was Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan's best mate. But why would he be here? Unless… "I can't, Parvati. I'm not blunt enough. Anyway, you've been pretty busy here, not going out a lot. What's got you?"

                "Oh… Well, I have been busy. I've also been catching up with Zacharias. We've become really good friends." Oh, Merlin. Something caught in her voice.

                I heard Dean snort. "Smith? The Smith? The one whom Ron so eloquently and delicately described as a 'tosspot'? What good would come of that?"

                "Not much, apparently," I piped up as I approached, spooking them both, more so Parvati. She looked as though I had the Dark Mark in place of a face.

                "Zacharias! I didn't know you were still here!"

                "Does it matter?" I asked bitterly. "I'm a no-good coward—oh, and a tosspot, too," I added, and Dean had the decency to look contrite over being heard. I shook my head. "I was on my way out, and I thought I'd…" My intention fell dead on my lips. "I'd" what? Take her on a date? Show her how lovely the stars were beneath a sky absent of inter-department memos? I silently laughed at myself. "'Night, Parvati," I finished miserably. I turned my back on her, at least relishing her reprimand to Dean.

                I'd almost made it out of the building when I heard hurried footsteps behind me. "Zacharias! Stop!" The footsteps got closer. "Zach! I want you to stop!"

                I turned around, biting my lip to keep from saying anything idiotic. Ugh, she looked gorgeous even with stray hairs in her face—stupid feelings. "Don't you have your piece on new Quidditch uniform styles to finish?"

                Parvati fixed me with a glare. "Zach, stop it. It wasn't what it looked like."

                "You were talking about me with Thomas!"

                "No, I wasn't! He said that, not me. And he was just wondering about you, since I'm the only one who's gotten to know you and see that you've…changed." She said the last bit with a funny look on her face. She wasn't quite blushing, but she wasn't quite anything else either.

                I glanced behind her. "Don't you have your boyfriend to return to?"

                Parvati rolled her eyes and sighed. "Typical male… He's not my boyfriend."

                "You seemed pretty cozy to me."

                "He's Lavender's boyfriend. Besides, why should that matter to you?"

                "I like you. A lot." Her mouth hung open a little, and I knew it took all of my strength to keep my eyes on hers. This had to have been the only bold thing I'd ever done—aside from joining the D.A. in the first place. "But I guess that doesn't matter much, does it? Everyone looks at me the same way, as if I were the one scratched by Greyback."

                Parvati frowned. "Zach…"

                Well, if this was going to be the end, then I was going out with a bang. I reached for her waist and drew her to me. I kissed Parvati, something which I'd never thought would happen in this lifetime. It was sweet and passionate at once, and I'm sure all of my feelings came across in it. When we broke apart, I rested my forehead on hers. "P, I changed. A lot. I wanted to, for you. But it won't do if everyone looks at you as they do me."

                She wound her fingers in my shirt collar and leaned her head on my shoulder. "So? You shouldn't've been in Hufflepuff."

                I grimaced. "Don't I know it."

                "No…you should've been in Gryffindor, Zach. It takes the most courage to want to change yourself and change things."

                "Did it work?"

                "You tell me." And she kissed me back.

Long and sweet and one of my favorite pieces. I hated Zacharias Smith. And then I wrote the first Zachvati. Now I love him, and I hope you do, too. :D

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~mew

2017 note: It's true. 7 yrs ago, before Zachvati was a thought in my mind, I disliked Zach as much as we were supposed to. Then I wrote this, and I just… -w- Honestly, I think they rly work, so I'm glad I got to write this for a competition. They became part of my overall headcanon, and I'm still working on a chaptered fic for them that's set in my headcanon universe (the Maydayverse), because there's just not enough Zachvati. :3c (I also recall this oneshot pushing the limits of the word-count for the competition, but since it's over, this edited version has some flourishes that make it a bit longer but also flow better. ;P)

#hp #harry potter #zachvati #zacharias smith #parvati patil #<5000 #romance #trio era #rated: PG #1st POV