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gimmeaglimmer · 10 months
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"We wrote some of the songs for Let it Bleed in Positano, south of Naples, Italy. We'd been there before. We knew the place vaguely and someone had offered us their house there. [...we built] huge fires and we just sat and wrote. Did Midnight Rambler there." - Keith
"Midnight Rambler is a song Keith and I really wrote together. We were on a holiday in Italy. In this very beautiful hill town, Positano, for a few nights. Why we should write such a dark song in this beautiful, sunny place, I really don't know. We wrote everything there [...] And I'm playing the harmonica in these little cafés, and there's Keith with the guitar." - Mick
Mick and Keith writing Midnight Rambler in Positano (read my story about it here)
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waugh-bao · 11 months
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broskiblurbs · 10 months
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In the Undertow (A Tom Holland Fanfiction)
Words: 1.5K
Summary: Basically, the Walmart edition of The Little Mermaid, but with the reader and Tom Holland. I don’t think this is my best writing, but if you guys enjoy, then I’ll make it a series.
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Growing up under your mother’s strict thumb wasn’t easy. The more she would push down, the more you rebelled. There were many rules you have broken, however, you never dared to break her number one rule: do not go to shore. She had warned you of the danger above. Humans. Of course, you have learned about how they slaughtered merpeople for their enchanting scales in school, but that was decades ago. Today was another day for your usual rule breaking. You were exploring the deep sea with your friend Peter when you had your interaction with the “dangers.”
“Y/N, your mom said to not go to this area of the ocean. There’s supposed to be a strong undertow here today,” Peter exclaimed.
“All the more reason to explore.” You gave him a smirk and kept swimming. “Knowing her she just said that to keep me from finding something here.” You heard your friend mumble underneath his breath, but you didn’t care.  “Wow, Peter, look at this coral!” 
The coral was in different colors that you’ve never seen before. It shimmered in the sunlight like glitter. Growing in the coral was the most beautiful flower. None like you've ever seen before. You imagined the nectar would taste amazing as it slid down your throat. It looked almost magical. Entranced by its beauty, you picked the glimmering plant.
“Wow,” you whispered, staring at it in all its glory.
“Y/N! Watch out!” Peter called out but too late. Turns out your mother did not lie about the undertow.
On the beach, four boys would be found surfing the waves. It was getting stormy out, but the eldest insisted on still going. The waves were great but starting to look a little terrifying. 
“Hey, Tom, I think it’s time to go back in. The waves are getting a bit too big,” Sam spoke to his older brother.
“I agree,” said Sam’s twin, Harry. Tom scoffed at his little brothers.
“Alright, let me just ride one more wave.” He gave a look at the biggest wave yet, eager to ride the monster.
“Are you insane, mate? That will squash you like a bug,” his best mate, Harrison, piped up.
“I’m an expert, remember?” Tom recalled the Vogue magazine, in which they got a picture of him surfing and called him “expert surfer of the year.” Without hesitation, he prepared to ride the 25 foot wave.
“He’s going to kill himself,” Sam whispered to his twin, who nodded in agreement. 
Tom slowly maintained his balance. At first, it was fun. He glided along it with ease. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. The salty water sprayed into his brown hair. He even managed to do a tail slide. Then, something caught his eye. A bright shimmering purple thing swimming in the water. 
“What is that?” he asked himself. This caused him to lose his focus. Tom felt the board underneath him shake as he was starting to lose his balance. Eventually, his surfboard tossed him right in the salty sea. He was able to swim back to the surface, but only for a moment because the 25-foot-tall wave crashed right on top of him.
You managed to get yourself out of the undertow, but you were already a long way from home. The flower that you found was somehow unharmed. You put it in your bag for a snack for later. That’s when you noticed the water wasn’t nearly as deep as it typically is. You looked around and saw interesting shells you’ve never seen in person before. Shells you were taught in school to avoid. Shells that meant you needed to swim back the way you came from. Shells that meant you were close to shore. You know you should turn around and go find Peter, but you don’t. You have never seen the blue sky or smelled the fresh air. You were curious. 
The breeze immediately hits your face as you emerge from the water. You tried taking a big sniff, but all you could smell was the sea. You look up, hoping to see the beautiful blue sky, but it wasn’t blue. There were gloomy dark gray fluff balls that appeared to be floating, you would later find out that these cotton balls were called clouds. The life above was nothing like you would have imagined, which disappointed you a bit. Just as you were about to head home, you heard voices. You go closer to investigate, but make sure you go unseen. You hide behind a tall, brown rock.
These must be humans.
You have never seen humans before, but wow, they seemed attractive, especially the one who insisted on surfing one last wave. Whatever that means. You watched the boy climb up on his board and ride along the wave. You were fascinated. How was he able to stand up despite the unstable surfboard? You had to get closer. You wanted to see this man’s face.
Closer you got, indeed. He was even magnificent that you could ever dream of. His brown, wet curls laid perfectly on his head. His eyes glisten as the ocean does when sunlight hits it. He had the most daring, yet charming smile on his face. Unfortunately, you had gotten too close. He caught a glimpse of your tail, causing him to fall off his board. 
He might just want to skin those scales right off of your tail. 
You quickly push that thought out of your mind for how can a human with a smile like his be harmful? He is nowhere to be found. Is he with his friends? No. He’s in trouble. You weren’t sure how you knew; you just did. You went back underwater to search for the mysterious boy. It took you about a minute or two to find him in the water, which is already long enough to be dangerous. He was unconscious and in the undertow. You swear to yourself, knowing your mother would kill you if she ever found out what you were about to do. 
You launch yourself into the undertow. You were able to catch him, but by the time you got him out of the undertow and back above water, you seemed miles away from his friends. Even so, you dragged him back to shore. He was still passed out and that’s when you remembered humans can’t breathe underwater. You started to panic. How does one get other to unbreathe water? You did the first thing you thought of: shake him aggressively. It seemed to do something since he was coughing up water right into your face. 
“Are you okay?” you asked the strange human, but no answer. He seemed to be still knocked out, but he was breathing now. You could tell by his rest rising and falling. 
I see you in the sunlight
You shine so bright
Every curl just in place
That smile that invites me to chase
For the first time, I imagine me on land
With you right at hand
What would it be like to stand
Right here in the sand
For the first time, I desire more
Than life under the shore
What are you like
With me out of sight
With those eyes that shine so bright
You watch him slowly open his eyes and reach for you. That’s when you realize you were singing. In other words, you were using your siren voice. You had never used your siren voice before. You mom tried to teach you, but you never could. Siren song is a special gift among merpeople and it takes an equal special moment to unlock such a sound. 
“Who are you?” the human man asked, intrigued by your song. Before you could answer, you hear his peers in the distance. You jump back in the water before they can see you. “Wait!” You were already gone.
“There you are mate. You gave us a scare,” Harrison exclaimed and helped his friend stand.
“Did you see her?” Tom asked his friends.
“Who?” Harry gave his older brother a questioned look.
“I don’t know. It was a girl. S-she saved me,” he replied. 
“It’s just us here, Tom,” Sam responded. “Let’s get you back home. You probably hit your head.”
“There’s no way she wasn’t real,” Tom insisted, trying to pull away from Harrison.
You watch the other boys bring the human, who was named Tom if you heard correctly, back up to land and away from the sea. You weren’t sure how, but you knew you had to get to know this Tom fellow. You didn’t care that he was human. He was different from the humans you heard about in school. You didn’t know when or how, but you were determined to be with him.
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gddancefloor · 1 year
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Cookie Run: Yin & Yang AU
Here's something I've been working on for a while but never really got to posting it. Do know that I have a CW for violence, angst, and language, but that's it. Also it's really long get ready lmao
I have intentions on making this into a fanfiction, but I do wanna see how well it does with people, so reblogs are so appreciated!
Plot Concept:
Long ago, two Cookies had come to life in sync, their eyes glimmering by the fire surrounding them in the oven and with no knowledge of the world surrounding them.
One had flowing, long dark chocolate hair. Purple eyes. A fluffy, feminine, gentle appearance. In her hand was a black-and-white lollipop with a black "Yin" soul jam embedded into it.
The other had short, shaggy white hair. Cerulean eyes. A tough, masculine, strong appearance. In his hand was a black-and-white candy cane, a white "Yang" soul jam hanging from a charm hook on it.
These two Cookies were the Yin and Yang siblings, two eternally young Ancients with their sole existence revolving around keeping the balance of Earthbread intact with their wonderful powers. Well, that was what their purpose was.
The siblings were separated from each other the moment they were born, leaving Yin Cookie without her brother and Yang Cookie without his sister, the two now taking separate paths because of their split lives. Who separated the twins? The mystery remains unsolved today.
Fast forward 17 Cookie years later, Yang Cookie, unknowing of his real identity would go by GingerBrave and be the famed, beloved "hero of Earthbread", having the bravery to supposedly run from the Witch and stick it to Dark Enchantress Cookie. He was like any other older teenager, excited for adulthood and ready to take the world on by the horns with his longtime partner, Strawberry Cookie.
Yin Cookie, also unknowing of her own true identity, went by the name of GingerBright, and she had barely anything to call her own. She was sharp around the edges, her "cutesy" personality from her preteen years faded away and leaving only the remains of a broken and lonely girl. Similar to GingerBrave, she had a group she was the leader of with the motive of bringing justice across Earthbread with her friends and her own partner, Skater Cookie. Yet, her efforts went unnoticed, and GingerBright was left to be the Unknown Heroine.
When it was time for GingerBrave's 18th birthday, every Cookie of his kingdom gathered round and showered him with gifts, presents, and treats. It was believed that once he turned 18 when the clock struck midnight, magic would surround him celebrating the fact that he was "the first Cookie" finally stepping into his adult years.
But nothing happened.
On GingerBright's end, Skater Cookie was holding her hand as she took in a deep breath, readying herself to blow out her candles, but no matter what she did, they simply wouldn't go out, and nothing happened for her either.
The days continued on, the incident becoming a thing of the past and just time continuing on, but if the twins didn't reunite eventually, the balance of Earthbread will gradually crumble to nothing and the world will fade away like a leaf in the wind.
Will they ever reunite? Will they ever find each other in time before the collapse?
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fakrichie · 1 year
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what are all the fandoms you read fic for? I’ve got some recommendations and I will shamelessly plug my own AO3
unfortunately i'm very particular, which is why i don't read a lot of fanfiction. i pretty much only read crack and smut, i hate fluff, angst isn't my thing unless i'm the one writing it, and i don't like most popular ships because i feel like once a popular fanon is established it starts to seep into creative works and i don't enjoy it as much because i don't agree with a lot of fanon interpretations. i also don't like to get invested in anything over 8-10k words.
anyway... here's my fandoms and specifications. my apologies if this immediately eliminates everything you've got 😬
star trek (any series. preferably no spirk or daforge)
interview with the vampire (no loustat. amc series preferably but either way is fine; i'll just pretend it's amc anyway lol)
succession
the beatles (no ships)
the rolling stones (no glimmer twins)
lord of the rings
bbc ghosts (no patcaps, no humphrey/anyone)
a league of their own (preferably no greta/carson).
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agentidiot · 3 years
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model & photographer au
keith, a photography student, is assigned a photo shoot for a queer magazine. he had no idea that he would learn a lot about himself through this work
[chapter 3]
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farrawayfromthere · 2 years
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Let’s Not Let A Year Pass By This Time
Pairing: Jordan Todd/Emily Prentiss
Word Count: 2k
Summary: After the family annihilator case that had been the last straw for Jordan at the BAU, they don’t see each other for a year.
A/N: for Day 4 of CM Fanfiction Week (Underrated character/pairing); tagging @simmonsmilf and @starry-eyed-spence (gif credit to @j3mily)
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Jordan’s in line at a coffee shop in DC, eyeing a chocolate chip muffin in the display case with her name on it.
She fidgets with the zipper on her wallet then wonders with a small sigh if she’d be better off ordering an egg sandwich for the protein.
Today, her team’ll be flying up to a small city in New Hampshire who’s two post offices have both received bomb threats in the last couple days. She knows she’ll be interviewing postal workers all day; she’s gonna need the energy.
“Jordan? Agent Todd? Is that you?”
It’s a voice she hasn’t heard in what feels like a lifetime.
Jordan looks over her shoulder and finds herself face to face with a woman she hasn’t seen in over a year, just a couple customers behind her.
Emily’s face splits into that same huge, brilliant smile Jordan remembers.
“It is you! My god!”
She looks.... really good.
“Agent Prentiss,” Jordan says, eyes growing wide, mouth dropping open slightly.
Emily’s grown her bangs out, pushed them to the sides.
Her dark, dark brown hair falls smoothly, elegantly just past her shoulders.
She’s wearing a black pantsuit, well-tailored. A black, silky looking blouse underneath and black, thick heeled boots that make her feel even taller than Jordan remembers.
She looks, really, really good.
The guy behind her clears his throat and Jordan realizes the line has moved along.
She gestures for him and the lady behind him to go ahead, and reaches for Emily’s sleeve.
“It’s great to see you,” Emily says.
Jordan’s laugh is a disbelieving exhale.
The other woman extends a hand to shake and Jordan feels a strange, subtle swoop in her stomach when their palms press against one another’s.
Emily’s is still cool; Jordan’s, still warm.
Jordan wonders if Emily’s one of those people who always feels cold, just like she’s one of those people who always feels warm.
Suddenly, all the turtlenecks and sweaters she’d seen her wear around the BAU make a little more sense.
Emily’s hand squeezes hers back, and Jordan blinks up at her.
Emily’s eyes are bright, and even through their automatic, habitual coolness, suddenly, a little shy.
“Um, hi,” Jordan says, the words a little breathless.
“Long time no see,” Emily says.
“You’re telling me.”
Emily blinks and gives her a rueful little half-grin.
“I never called.”
“Well, I didn’t either,” Jordan says, keeping humor in her voice, “I meant to, in that first month, but—.”
“We just got so busy after you left. I didn’t realize how much time was passing, I’m so sorry,” Emily says.
They’d told each other they would stay in touch, but the days and weeks and months had just—slipped by.
By the time Jordan realized that an unacceptable amount of time had passed and she’d yet to make good on her promise to grab lunch or dinner with the older agent, the mere idea of picking up the phone and dialing her number made Jordan feel antsy with unease.
It would’ve been too weird; too awkward.
“It’s okay,” Jordan says, “Neither did I.”
Emily blows air out of her cheeks, expression full of relief.
“So we’re good?”
“Yeah, Prentiss. We’re good.”
She allows herself to take in Emily’s new hair for a moment.
She gestures lazily at it with her index finger.
“I gotta say. I like the no bangs look on you. Very elegant. Very mysterious FBI woman.”
Twin patches of pink appear high in her cheeks.
“Thanks.”
Jordan smiles.
“You still look like you could kill a man with one stomp of those boots though.”
A grin breaks through Emily’s blush.
“Oh, so they’re giving off the energy I’d hoped they would when I bought them?”
“If the energy you had in mind was ‘don’t mess with me’, then yeah, I’d say so.”
“Next,” the young man at the cashier calls.
Jordan winks at Emily, then steps forward to order her sandwich and coffee. She’s surprised when she finishes and the cashier looks over her shoulder to speak to Emily.
Quickly and efficiently, the taller woman orders herself a medium coffee and an old-fashioned donut from the display case. She pays for both of their orders without a moment’s hesitation, before Jordan can even open her mouth to protest.
“Thanks,” Emily tells the cashier, while Jordan, stomach swirling with a deep warmth that’s startling in its suddenness, places a couple bills in the tip jar.
They sit at a small table for two by the window.
When Jordan looks up from skim milk and raw sugar into her coffee, Emily’s eyes are already cautiously on her.
“So how have you been,” the taller woman asks.
“Uh, good,” Jordan says, then after a moment, ”I’m where I belong.”
“I’m glad,” Emily says, grinning as she mixed cream and a Splenda into her own coffee, “You didn’t seem to like working at the BAU very much.”
“I didn’t,” Jordan says honestly, “But some parts of the experience were better than others. Plus, JJ and I have been friends since our time at the Academy so....”
Emily pushes her hair behind her shoulders, revealing small silver disk shaped earrings that glimmer as she takes a sip of her coffee.
Jordan hesitates just a moment before saying it.
“I’ve gotta say: You look good, Emily.”
Emily’s eyes twinkle; a pleased smile spreads across her face, so genuine that Jordan realizes, for the first time, that Emily Prentiss has a perfect pair of tiny dimples.
Her eyes take in Jordan’s pristine navy blazer, her well styled ponytail. They linger briefly on her mouth, today a deep plum.
“Well, you look better.”
Jordan almost spits out her first sip of coffee; She’s acutely aware that her cheeks have just gone very hot.
Emily‘s smile is a bit too smug for Jordan’s liking. She rolls her eyes.
“I know I do.”
“Oh, really,” Emily exclaims with a grin.
Jordan looks down at her egg sandwich for a moment, appetite suddenly non-existent.
The fluttering in her stomach, the smell of Emily’s perfume is making it hard to think.
She smiles a small, tentative smile.
“How’s life?”
Emily takes a sip from her coffee.
“You know. Chasing down serial killers most days of the week, coming home, watching re-runs of The Sopranos, passing out. Rinse... and repeat.”
Jordan tilts her head.
“No special someone or someones’ to keep things interesting?”
Emily meets her eyes.
“Well I don’t know about special.... Distractions? Sure... but... uh... nobody I care very much about, and definitely nobody who cares very much about me. What about you?”
Jordan snorts.
“I don’t know about special,” she says, repeating Emily’s earlier words before half-smiling and shaking her head, “No. Nobody.”
“That’s good.”
Jordan raises a brow.
Emily winces at herself.
“I mean.... hey, that’s... it’s tough out here?”
Jordan laughs, the sound loud and genuine.
Emily hums, taking a sip of her coffee.
“How’s JJ,” Jordan asks, “The rest of the team?”
Emily sets her coffee down and smiles a soft smile.
“Good. She’s good. We all are,” Emily says, then after a pause, “She loves Will and Henry very much. I think they’re what keep her going now... but... I also think they make everything much harder than it used to be for her. She sees them in every case, and it scares her so much, even though she’ll never admit it.”
Jordan nods, understanding.
“I bet it helps though,” she muses, “To have someone to come home to. People to hold you at the end of those long-ass days you all have over at the BAU.”
Emily’s smile grows more faint.
“I wouldn’t know,” she says quietly.
“Well,” Jordan says, just as quiet, “Neither would I. But that’s what I imagine.”
“Yeah, well... it didn’t work out very well for Hotch,” Emily says.
Jordan fixes her gaze on her coffee.
She’d been overseas during Haley Hotchner’s funeral; she’d wondered how her murder had affected the team at the BAU, how it had affected Emily.
They all already had trust issues... she wondered just how much more they all feared intimacy now....
Emily seems to return to her senses, eyes darting up to meet Jordan’s and startling a little when she recognizes the compassion Jordan can’t help but feel for her.
Emily had been the best part of her time at the BAU.
And okay, maybe Jordan had developed a little, truly tiny, irrelevant crush on her in that time, and maybe.... maybe it had been a little devastating that they’d never gotten in touch again after she’d left the BAU—
Regardless, Jordan wants the woman sitting across from her to be happy.
She smiles faintly at her, then her eyes catch sight of the clock hanging over the cafe’s entrance and she starts.
“Shit,” she says, standing up, “I’m gonna be late.”
Emily looks up at her, for a second panicked, then she’s scrambling in her bag for something.
“Uh—please wait.”
She pulls out a pen and takes the cafe receipt Jordan’s crumbled up and forgotten on the table.
“We’ve gotta catch up properly, Agent Todd,” she says, scribbling her number on the back of it, “New number.”
Jordan tugs her phone from her purse.
“Just read it out to me, I’ll add you in right now,” she says.
Emily does.
Jordan smiles at it, then hesitates.
“Can I snap a quick photo of you for your contact? I‘m actively working with four women named Emily on three different continents.”
Emily’s eyes flash with a hint of something Jordan can’t decipher, then she nods.
“Sure—uh—how do I look? You’re gonna have to deal with this picture of me forever.”
“You know you look good,” Jordan says, holding up the phone, “But I’ll allow you one retake if you don’t like it.”
“Just one?”
“Just one.”
Emily straightens her back. She gives a small, close mouthed smile for the picture, dark eyes looking deeply into the camera.
“One... two... okay, got it.”
Jordan shows the picture to her and Emily grimaces.
“Ugh.”
Jordan scoffs.
“Oh, come on. You look like an English rose or whatever. It’s a good picture.”
“An English rose,” Emily repeats, laughing.
Jordan glances down at her still open camera and, lips quirking, snaps another photo.
This time, she catches Emily, eyebrows drawn up in amusement, grinning. She’s looking warmly out at Jordan over the lens of the camera rather than looking into it head on.
“Oh, I’m keeping this one.”
“What? Hey. Wait, let me see.”
Jordan shows her and Emily groans.
“No.... no, no, no.”
“Too bad it’s your one retake, huh?”
“But I didn’t even know you were taking it!”
“My phone, my rules,” Jordan says, putting her phone away and looking down at her with a grin, “I guess I’ll talk to ya later.”
Emily’s still grumbling under her breath.
Jordan lets a hand fall on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before making for the doors.
“Hey Jordan,” she hears behind her.
And Jordan remembers in that moment that she likes the sound of her first name in Emily’s mouth.
She looks over her shoulder.
“Let’s not let a year pass by this time, alright,” Emily calls.
Jordan laughs, “Let’s make it two!”
“Please don’t,” Emily calls back.
“Or three!”
On the train, she tugs out her phone again, smiling a little at Emily’s contact photo.
She dials her number and Emily picks up on the second ring.
“Well this is nice. You gave me your real number,” Jordan says.
Emily snorts.
“I see you have a very high opinion of me.”
Jordan hesitates.
“Well, I’ll be honest... I don’t know you very well. All I know....”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a gentle whoosh.
“All I know was that you were the only thing that made my time at the BAU bearable, Emily. You stood up for me when nobody else did. You cared enough to check up on me when I was having a bad day. Even when I just acted like a jerk in return. And I’ll never forget that.“
She stops to let the honesty of her words hang in the air, then:
“I honestly was a little bummed out that we never hung out outside of work like we said we would.”
Emily seems stunned into silence by Jordan’s honesty.
Jordan doesn’t care.
She’s happy she’s said it.
Happy Emily knows that she brought good into someone’s life, at least for a little while.
“I don’t know what to say,” Emily murmurs.
“You’re one of those people who can’t handle intense sincerity, huh,” Jordan jokes.
Silence again; she must be walking.
Jordan can hear the click of her thick heels even over the phone.
“Not on a daily basis, no,” Emily says at last, but there’s a happy edge to her voice, “Confession from me?”
“Go for it.”
“It bummed me out a little too, that we never got together like we’d planned. You were excellent company, Jordan Todd. And I... I guess I didn’t realize until now how much I’ve really missed you.”
Jordan finds herself smiling.
“Sap.”
Emily laughs and Jordan chuckles in response.
For a second there’s silence on the line, then:
“Let’s get lunch this week,” Emily says, “Someplace good.”
Jordan bites the inside of her lower lip, trying to fight her own smile, knowing it’s a fight she’s going to be having with herself all day.
She knows today will be the day she’ll be called out for asking about bomb threat details with a glimmer of a smile on her face.
She doesn’t care.
“How do you feel about sushi?”
“Name the place and I’m there.”
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himboskywalker · 3 years
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Seeing as we’re a good portion into December with only a couple weeks left of this truly abysmal year and in the meantime that you guys are waiting for an update from me,I thought I would give you guys a favorites 2020 list.Older works tend to take the spotlight in fandom favs so I compiled a list of some of my absolute favorites that were either entirely written or finished this year.Please note there are many many other wonderful fics written this year that I adored,and this is not a mark of lack of merit,but merely a compilation of top hits for me.
Obikin Fics 
Symposium by Intermundia--16,900 words--Rated E--Molly has written probably her own Odyssey worth of fanfiction this year and while technically everything she’s written would go on my favorites list,I can’t exactly have her entire portfolio as my list.But Symposium was her first work for the ship and is still my favorite of hers,for her loving discussion of Plato,and the alien/historical metaphors, as well as some good ol’ dom/sub dynamics.The whole fic is an absolute scream and I can’t believe it was only written in April for how many times I’ve come back to it.
Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos)--8,164 words--Rated E--I’m a little biased on this one since it was literally written for me but seriously,Gwen reached into my brain and pulled every wire I have working.But this fic checks every box I have for Obikin,Anakin’s desperation and lack of control,Obi-Wan’s service dom vibes,dom/sub dynamics, and cock warming,honestly it’s like you guys get a personal scan of my brain.But Gwen did such a gorgeous job with the prompt and then some,and between the unbelievably hot Id pleasing sex,it delivers such love and care and intimacy as well,it’s everything I love about this ship wrapped up in 8k!
Come Down From Your Holy Mountain by Jotunblood--138,362 words--Rated M--When I think about this fic I revert to inarticulate noises and vague bisexual hand gestures.This was one of those stories I’m terribly glad I let be 3/4 written before I nosed near it because Sonny has the amazing ability to leave you breathless from the emotional intensity and tension of the story.This fic will wreck you in the best of ways,and is one of the few I literally cried while reading.It’s tender,and heartfelt, and as delicate as a spring bloom,all wrapped up in some absolutely gorgeous world building and prose.I am neither huge on post-Mustafar or bottom Obi-Wan stories,but for Sonny I make the ultimate exception.
Through a Glass,Darkly by glimmerglanger--49,383 words--Rated M--I’m a huge fan of anything glimmer conceives and is one of my few exceptions that I actively seek out their work when I know they almost exclusively write bottom Obi-Wan.And oh how fun of a dynamic this story is,with both Jedi Obikin and Sith Obikin,all mixed up from a mirror verse to canon.It’s a scream of a combination and goes to show you can have your cake and eat it too with both good and bad Obikin,and offers such a lovely combination of pining,longing,and desperation. This fic has such an intriguing premise and plays with it so well,but I also love glimmer’s writing for their Obi-Wan,who is every bit as tender and gentle as I imagine him.
Needing/Getting by chapstickaddict--134,784 words--Rated E (WIP)--This is another one I was desperately and I mean desperately glad I let get several chapters in before I started reading,it was bad enough staying up till 5am,100k deep only to be like AND?!?!YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WAIT NOW?!?!I am absolutely obsessed with this fic for many reasons,the force philosophy and prose,the truly gorgeous metaphors to describe the force and their minds.I adore this story too for the twins and Ahsoka and how wonderfully they weave into the tale,and Padme too in her own ways,which offers a rare but greatly appreciated story where she has true agency,even in death.But even beyond the beautiful prose and gorgeous descriptions of the force,I love this story for the electric chemistry between the two,even as Sith and Jedi.I love it for how effortless they fall into each other’s gravitational pulls,and how dynamic and wonderful it is to read them interact and fall in love.
Carrier by JSwander--3,366 words--Rated E--*Chanting* Egg kink-egg kink! But really this fic was birthed from the Obikin discord’s absolute obsession with oviposition/egg kink and Jesus Christ did Jo write it masterfully.This fic is not only unbelievably and scorchingly hot and just yanks at every string in my brain,but it’s also a wonderful combination of sexy and loving,which is my absolute favorite combo.Because sure Obi-Wan is capable of holding Anakin down and egging him speechless,but he’s tender about it,and it’s so beautifully written and everything I’ve ever wanted.
deep dive by amidnightlove--5,821 words--Rated E--And speaking of eggs lets throw in some shameless mermaid kink which had me all kinds of bent out of shape.This fic had no right to send me into the stratosphere like it did,but it was the perfect combination of mermaid kink,ovipositing,breeding kink,and that wonderful golden thread of loving/tenderness in Obikin fics that lights my brain up like a pinball machine.What it can be hot and they can almost cry during sex over having babies?!
hilt by Luckee--5,506 words--Rated E--This is one of those fics with such a seemingly cracky premise but Luckee literally always delivers and I worship everything she writes so of course I had to go and fall in love with it.Don’t be fooled by how ‘Oh Anakin’ the summary is,because this fic will tear your heart out and make you pine and hurt alongside him.It’s hot when it shouldn’t be,and when it’s not supposed to be hot you’re in tears from having every heartstring wound tight from yearning and desperation.Double whammy to every braincell I have for Anakin’s desperation combined with Obi-Wan’s service top vibes and gentle care AND suprise cockwarming.
Good Form by Ranianke--4,425 words--Rated E--(WIP)This fic *shakes fist* was a personal attack against my well being and hit so many of my kinks and Ids I felt called out reading it.But really I was promised filthy,shameless porn,and was delivered something more,because there is some astoundingly gorgeous writing in this to be a pornshot,with one of my all time favorite sequences for the pairing where Anakin seeks to reach perfection for Obi-Wan.It’s gorgeous, strangely moving and touching,beautiful to read,not to mention incredibly and wonderfully hot.
A Just Punishment by Achrya (Daiako)--8,482 words--Rated E--This fic hit so many things for me and really leans in on my shameless love for public humiliation for Anakin.Achrya really blends a lot of my favorite elements for the pair,Dom/Sub,Alpha/Omega,with some public discipline in the form of spanking,as well as some good ol’ fashioned embarrassment from being aroused in the first place.It does an excellent job playing with a lot of my favorite tropes,and ones we don’t see very often for this pairing,and it’s done so smartly and has just drawn me back to it time and time again.
Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan
Charting Constellations Unseen by glimmerglanger--18,364 words--Rated E--This fic is just such a gorgeous slow burn of the triad slowly working through their feelings and finding one-another. I really enjoy long,ardous slow burns for this pairing,mostly because while I do love to ship it,I also think Anakin would have a lot to personally work through to reach an accord.Glimmer does such a wonderful job with this,and as I always love in their writing,doesn’t leave Padme out and writes her with such arresting sharpness and agency.
Exposure Therapy by Septemberist--10,183 words--Rated E--This fic does just...so many astounding things in 10k.Sure it’s incredibly,and I do mean incredibly hot.But it’s also a gorgeous and just wonderful character analysis of Anakin and illustrates him working through his jealousy and darker character traits,it also has him balancing on the breaking point while we are given a gorgeous scene of just Padme and Obi-Wan.It’s beautifully written,doesn’t feel like 10k at all for how you burn through it,and is such a deeply mesmerizing view of the characters,as well as being a deeply satisfying and ID pleasing threesome scene.This fic had me laid out on the floor feeling like I’d been clocked with a cinderblock,and takes me out every time I’ve reread it.
like a heathen (clung to homily) by jenmishe--13,486 words--Rated E--I love this fic not just for how extremely hot it is,but also for how truly funny and endearing of a read it is.Padme is such a fun and dynamic character in this story while Anakin is such a flaming disasterous mess,and it certainly doesn’t feel like 13k for how fast you delightedly burn through it.It’s sexy,it’s fun,but also it’s really heartfelt and a wonderful look at not just Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship, but Anakin and Padme’s as well.This fic,aside from the sexy times,gives me the warm fuzzies for how fun and playful a read it is.
Other Ships
Separate Ways by Pepper Prints (The Mandalorian/Luke Skywalker) 80,920 words--Rated E--I need you guys,and I mean really need,you to understand how much I fucking love this fic.This fic came highly recommended to me and Din/Luke wasn’t a ship that had crossed my mind,but let me tell you,it lives RENT FREE in my brain at all times now.This fic,is absolutely gorgeous and I turned around and reread it the day after I initially read it.The characterization for both Luke and Din is one of my absolute favorites and it’s a thousand kinds of arresting and endearing. I didn’t sleep the night I read it.I literally cried my eyes out and it’s not even sad,it’s just that loving and intimate and tender.This fic kicked me between the eyes and held me at gunpoint in a backstreet alley and now I don’t want anything else for these characters.The only thing I’ll say as a caveat for this story is that I do have some disagreements with how the Jedi are written,but I also think it’s easily written into Luke’s perception of them and how they are conceived after their demise.But that is not a hinderance of the fic’s worth,merely a sidenote for you guys with similar opinions of the Jedi as me.But I need every person I know to consume this fic so I can scream about it with others,because I don’t know if I’ve ever reached a finale scene in a fic and been so ready to have a full mental breakdown from the FEELS.
Sitrep: Tango Uniform by kaasknot (Bly/Aayla Secura)--8,143 words--Rated E-- I love this ship so so much and it honestly hurts my feelings there’s not more fics for it. (I say when I haven’t written anything for it yet.)I love the dynamic of Blyla and I really love the character voice that has developed for Bly within fandom and in fanfiction specifically. It’s incredibly fun and dynamic,and this fic is both wonderfully sexy and extremely funny.It’s bubbly and wonderfully gripping to read,with a good measure of situational humiliation to be absolutely delightful to me.
Flotsam and Jetsam by glimmerglanger (Cody/Obi-Wan)--53,831 words--Rated E (WIP)--I love all of glimmer’s Codywan fics,and theirs is probably my favorite for the ship,but this fic in particular has just clobbered me over the head with a brick.I am an absolute sucker for mermaid aus,why do you guys always gotta give me more kinks huh?But glimmer always does such a wonderful job of combining such intense pining for this pairing that I love.This fic is heartfelt and just breaks my soul in half from how wounded and scarred Obi-Wan is.It’s gorgeously written,a wonderful examination of Obi-Wan’s character,as well as a super fun and beautiful take on the mermaid trope.It’s ridiculously hot and just such a dynamic and enthralling read.
like a dark horse made of air by blackkat (John Antilles/Rex)--68,611 words--Rated E (WIP)-- Wondering who the hell John Antilles is?So did I,and after you look him up and give this fic a read you will be 100% ready to adopt this man.Blackkat is literally the only writer for this ship,be the change you want to see in the world,and it’s one you’ve never even conceived of but is all kinds of dynamic and interesting.This entire story’s premise is incredibly enthralling and is a great combination of time travel, excellent characterization of the clones,as well as a super super cool examination of the Jedi Order,but not just the main characters we see from the films.It also features a lot of Aayla,which is what drew me to the fic in the first place,with wonderful spotlights for characters like Quinlan Vos and Cody and Bly.
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my-socialdiary · 3 years
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Cold yet Warm
*drum roll*
another Childe x Lumine fanfiction! i don’t know why but i LOVE this ship so much XD this time, i tried not to write angst even though i’m tempted to write more angst lmao 
my other fanfiction (you can find them on my AO3 account: LoxieAshtyn)
Behind His Mask
Deep Water
anyway, here it is!
Summary: Childe and Lumine decided to camp somewhere near Mondstadt because it’s getting dark and cold. 
It was freezing outside. It’s a snowy season here in the entire Teyvat. The snow is falling down, covering that once green grass with white blanket, giving the sense of dullness but still there’s a beauty in it. Especially when it’s dark and night, you can see a bunch of small lamp grass which emits enough light at night in the wild, when the windwheel aster is no longer blooming for a few months. It’s nice to see life and color in the middle of the monotonous time of the year. 
“It will be nice to have Amber or Klee to lit up this damn fire rather than me doing this,” The blonde-haired girl was mumbling annoyingly to the tree branch she gathered earlier. The air is frozen lace in her skin, slowly numbing her movement. “We will already be  frozen and die when finally this fire light.” She rolled her eyes while roughly rubbing tree branches against rocks with exasperation. 
“Paimon thinks you're doing it the wrong way, Lumine,” her travel companion in the form of a little fairy with a pair of translucent wings hovering near her. “Why don’t we asked Childe to help us? We can even switch tasks with him!” Paimon pointed at that deep blue eyes man who now is cutting fowl meat and mushroom so that they can have chicken-skewer feast. 
Childe, who is noticed that he’s being mentioned by Paimon, turns his head and looks at Lumine’s direction. “Need any help with that?” he said while pointing at the poor tree branches that have been broken several times with his chin and letting out small chuckles. “I pity those branches.” He puts his knife and walks toward Lumine and takes the branches from her hand. “Here, let me do it. We can switch.” She huffed and walked past him. 
Coldness is now wrapping their body even more. It’s even worse for Childe because he’s a hydro user. Lumine’s wondering if she’s almost feeling numb and her scarves didn’t do its job properly, how about Childe? She glances at him just to see that steam coming out from his mouth every time he breathes. But luckily, the fire is now lit up and he tries to make it even bigger by giving more branches. Heh. He seems fine. She shrugged and continued her task.  
“Wow! You are waaay more better than Lumine, Childe!” Paimon spins around in the air and claps her tiny hands. Lumine rolled her eyes. “Now we can eat! Paimon is already feeling hungry.” She said with trembling made up voices along with Lumine who is now walking to them with raw chicken-mushroom skewers ready to grilled. “Yay! Food!” 
Few moments later, they are all already fed, satisfied, and full. Even Paimon was already sleeping because she ate too many. Her tiny stomach can hold so many foods. Meanwhile, Childe is chilling outside his tent in front of the bonfire, enjoying the weather and warmness that tickles his body while his index finger is now poking the snow in the ground. 
“Are you not cold?” Ask Lumine. She has been finished putting Paimon to her own tent and found Childe sitting outside. She hands over a piece of a thick blanket to him.
Childe smiles and takes the blanket. “Not really, the bonfire I made is doing its job properly,” He teased her when emphasizing the words ‘I made’ and let out a small laugh. In response, Lumine nudged him with her elbow and narrowed her eyes. 
“Well, I admit you’re good at this, okay.” She said. 
“I know. Thank you.” 
The gentle breeze brushed off their skin, the fire crackling from the roaring blaze as dying branches and twigs gasped for their last breaths before totally consumed by its heat. None of them speaks. Their gaze is focused on the dancing fire, and seems to entertain them in the midst of Whisper Forest. If it’s not because of the quest they need to complete, they won’t be camping outside in this weather. 
Lumine watches the fire as her mind slowly wanders off to the time when he still has his twin brother, Aether, on her side. They’ve been together since forever and now, she gotta admit that sometimes she’s afraid because of his absence. She breathes a sigh. 
That catches Childe’s ear. “Why are you sighing? Is something bothering you?” He asks. 
“No,” she shook her head. “I’m just thinking about Aether and his whereabouts.” She forced a smile. 
“You miss him?”
“Of course, you silly.” She squints.
“I miss my siblings too,” He looks at Lumine. 
“I’d like to meet them someday,” She already heard so many things about Childe’s trio siblings. “Do you think they’ll like me?” She looks back at Childe just to see directly to his face and the deep dark blue eyes he has. What a beauty. This is not fair. How can he be so charming like this? Her cheeks started to blushed.
“Tonia is a little bit shy, but I’m sure Anthony and Teucer will like you,” He said. “They probably will enjoy Paimon’s companion too.” 
“Y-yeah,” She looks away. Her heart is beating fast. 
“What is Aether like? You rarely speak about him since we met,” He is now placing his face in his palm while that strong, muscular arm… no. Is supporting his upper body weight. He leaned forward to see Lumine’s face and didn’t take his eyes off from her. “Did you two have a super-similar personality, or…?”
Don’t look at me like that! She screamed inside. “U-uh, we resemble each other, I-I think.” 
“It must be fun to have twin siblings,” He一finally一turns his face and watches the fire again. Lumine breathes a sigh of relief. “To know and to be known deeply. No wonder that you missed him so much.” He smiles. 
“Yeah… it’s hard because I have been with him all my life. And now we’re parting ways, it’s…” she’s trying to find the right word. “Terrifying.”
Yes. It’s terrifying. The feeling of not knowing anything about the one who’s being the only support system you have is terrifying. She doesn't know where he is. She doesn't know what he is up to. She doesn't know if he’s in danger or not or if he needs her help. Importantly, she doesn’t know if he’s still alive or not after being taken by the Unknown God. Thinking about that makes her shiver in fear. No… Aether will be still alive, right? She tries to assure herself. 
Just at that moment, she feels Childe’s arm wrapping her shoulder, pulling her closer to his body. Giving her a sense of comfort and safety. It’s warm… and nice. She knows that nothing has happened between her and Childe yet. And she also knows that at this moment she’s been carried away by her emotions yet she didn’t care. And it makes her head leisurely lean to his chest, hearing his heartbeat. It’s calming, she must admit. He stroked her upper arm with his palm. 
“I’m sure he’s fine. You have to believe in him, you know?” He looked down, whispering those words. She can feel his breath tickling her ears, making her stomach flutter with those stupid butterflies. “The only thing you should do right now is keeping yourself safe. Don’t jump into a group of treasure hoarders by yourself.” 
“I’m not that weak, you know,” She murmured. His warmth makes her a little bit sleepy. He tightened his embrace and that made her smile while closing her eyes, enjoying every bit of him. “Do you enjoy making me stay like this?” She teased him, trying to sound like she’s annoyed. 
“Do I?” He asks her back with a chuckle. 
“Seems like you do, Childe.” 
“I guess so. Do you mind?” Childe felt that she was smiling in his arms. And that makes him smile too. “No need to answer that. I know.”
“You know?” She pulled herself and raised her eyebrow.
“Of course. You would kill to be at my arms like this.” 
She pretends to think. “Well, I guess you’re right.” She grinned. 
There’s a pause for a few minutes when finally Childe opened his mouth while pulling himself from her “I will stay with you, as long as you want me to stay,” he said it with determination. “As long as you have not yet found your brother, I will stay. With you.” 
Lumine looks at him. His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern and sincerity her brother used to have. Childe put his hand on Lumine’s cheek, his soft voice made her feel his words calming her more than the actual words. It felt as if she were wrapped in a blanket of his thoughtful words. “Thank you,” She whispered while her eyes glimmered with watery tears. It was a happy cry. “Thank you, Childe. I mean it.”
He smiled and nodded. “I just want you to know that I care about you. I truly do, Lumine.” 
She leans forward and gives him a kiss on his cheek. “I know.” After that she stood up and walked back to her tent. “You’d better go sleep now, Childe. Go to your tent.” 
“How about you go to my tent?” He stood up and held her wrist, preventing her from walking away. “You know, it’s cold, and I’m a hydro user. I could use some warmth.” 
Lumine smiles. “Just to remind you, I’m an anemo user, not a pyro user, Childe.” 
“Well, your specialty is spreading out the effects of other elements, so…” he walks to lessen the gap between them. “I’m sure you can spread out the warmth from the fire to me as well.” 
“I never try that.”
“Now you can try.” 
Heat rose from Lumine’s stomach to her chest and soon enough arrived in both of her cheeks. Childe’s lips were getting closer till his smell hypnotized her beyond reasons. The feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt comforting. She’s not sure who is exactly giving the warmth. Their lips met, transferring the sense of comfort they never felt before. 
He pulled his lips and looked at Lumine. Her cheeks flushed with bright pink. “I will protect you no matter what, Lumine,” When he said her name, she shivered. His voice lingered over the words as it sounded pleasant to her. He pulled her over a hug and placed his head above Lumine’s head. “I never thought that this kiss would happen so soon.” He smiles and chuckles. 
“So you anticipate and really think that we will kiss?” She teased him. 
“Of course.” He said, with a slight confidence in his voice. 
“Why?” pulled herself from the Childe’s arms and looked straight to his eye. 
“Because I really want to cross the boundaries.”
“What?”
“By saying this,” He exhale and locked his eyes with her. “I love you.” 
“Childe…”
“Sometime in the future, I want to cross those boundaries, I want to do many things with you,” He said. “That’s why I need to make sure that you know I love you. So that you will be assured with every action or words I do.”
She smiles. “I love you.”
That cold weather isn’t that bad, after all. 
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Can we get a Catradora fanfiction where Catra gets sick and tries to tough it out and nobody notices except Adora. Despite Adora's prompting Catra refuses to rest until she suddenly passes out in front of everyone?
Okay, this was a really fun prompt and I’m so, so sorry you had to wait so long!! I’m a slave to writer’s block!! without further ado, here's the fic!!
Fake It ‘Til You Make It
|  Rated: G  |  words: 1,934  |  chapter: 1/1  |
“Adora, I’d tell you if I was sick. And I’m fine. Really,” Catra insisted.
Adora sighed then and leaned over to press a soft kiss to Catra’s forehead. “Alright. That’s all I ask,” she relented.
But Adora knew she wasn’t wrong. She’d just have to be extra-vigilant and take care of Catra herself.
Or five times Adora knew Catra was sick, and one time Catra finally admitted it. 
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1.
Adora slipped out of bed before the sun was even up that morning like she usually did. She pressed a small kiss to Catra’s forehead and tucked her back in, exactly like how Adora usually did. She got dressed and ready for her morning run and Catra stayed sleeping, exactly as usual.
So someone please tell Adora why she felt something was off from the moment she opened her eyes.
This mystery was driving her crazy all the way until she sat down at their usual table at the campus cafe, still a little sweaty from her run, next to Catra, who sniffled lightly as she handed Adora her morning coffee and bagel. Adora knew instantly. Catra was sick.
Catra was sick, which is why her worry senses had been tingling all morning.
“You feeling okay?” Adora asked Catra, accepting her breakfast with a little concerned frown on her face.
Catra blushed (which was a sure sign she wasn’t feeling well!!) and looked away. “I’m fine, Adora. Stop acting like you’re my mom,” Catra complained with a roll of her eyes.
“Word, Adora,” Glimmer said with a little playful quirk of her lips. “Ever since you two have gotten together, you’ve become like, significantly more overprotective.”
Adora rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Oh, come on guys. I’m not that bad. Bow’s way worse!”
“Uh, yeah, but I’ve always been a worrier,” Bow said. “You once told me to take a Halls and have a power-nap when I had Strep.”
Adora winced. “Alright, okay,” she glanced over at Catra worriedly. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” Adora said to Catra, sending Catra a painfully earnest look that Adora knew she was weak to.
Just as expected, Catra melted, some of her defensiveness sliding off her shoulders. “Look, Adora, I’d tell you if I was sick. And I’m fine. Really.”
Adora sighed then and leaned over to press a soft kiss to Catra’s forehead. “Alright. That’s all I ask,” she relented.
But Adora knew she wasn’t wrong. She’d just have to be extra-vigilant and take care of Catra herself.
2.
Adora picked up Catra from her last class before lunch, as she always did with a smile. “Hey, how was your morning?” She asked as she linked their fingers together, leading them both to the campus cafeteria.
Catra shrugged. Her hands were freezing. Another point of evidence leading to the Catra Is Sick conclusion. “It was fine. My last class was freezing though. It’s like they just leave the AC on all year in there. I swear I’m gonna get hypothermia some day,” she complained as she shivered again.
Adora frowned a little and grabbed both of Catra’s hands, warming them between her own warmer ones. She leaned in and breathed warm air onto them. “Better?’ Adora asked.
Catra’s cheeks darkened and she nodded. Adora smiled up at her and placed a small kiss to Catra’s knuckles.
“Hey, I think my soup punch-card is almost full. How does chicken noodle sound?” Adora asked as they got to the cafeteria.
Catra sent Adora a suspicious look, “This isn’t about the fake me being sick thing is it?” Catra asked, her voice sounding a little rough until she cleared her throat.
Adora’s worry spiked, but she pushed it down before Catra could see it. “It’s about the punch card and the free soup,” she said with a playful roll of her eyes.
“Oh, I see, it’s your day to buy, so you’re trying to get a discount,” Catra joked back dryly, but gave into the soup idea.
“Oh, unapologetically,” Adora said as she started spooning soup into two tiny to-go bowls. “Plus, it’ll help you warm up. From your freezing last class.”
Catra smiled softly and Adora cherished the look. “Alright, I guess if you’ve thought it through.”
Adora had thought it through. And as they sat across from each other, their feet tangled under the table and Adora’s jacket around Catra’s shoulders, Adora knew it was the right choice. Catra was sick, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, Adora ould take care of her.
3.
Catra was already waiting for Adora in the lecture hall of their last class of the day, her jacket in the seat next to her, saving the spot for Adora, as she usually did. However, the closer Adora got, the more clear it became that Catra’s condition had only worsened. As Adora sat down, she could clearly see the bags under Catra’s eyes and her red nose.
“Hey Adora,” Catra greeted, her voice obviously raspy, and her nose obviously plugged.
Adora’s worry was clear on her face. “Hey sweetheart,” Adora said softly, reaching up to feel Catra’s forehead. “You feeling okay, darling?”
Catra blushed darkly and looked away, moving her forehead away from Adora’s grasp. “I’m fine, Adora. Gosh, what’s with all the pet-names?”
Adora just kept frowning in worry. “Catra, come on. Are you really gonna keep this up? You should go home.”
Catra rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m really fine.”
Bow and Glimmer took this opportunity to sit down right behind them, as usual. “Is Adora still on Catra about this sick thing?” Glimmer asked Bow as they sat down and got situated.
“Yes! And it’s driving me crazy! Tell her I’m fine!” Catra said, turning back to Bow and Glimmer.
“Yeah, Adora, she looks fine to me,” Bow said after a few beats.
“Word. If you wanna skip class with Catra, just say that. No need to make us all worry,” Glimmer said as she pulled out her laptop.
Adora groaned in frustration. “You guys! I’m really not exaggerating. Look at her! She looks ill!”
“Ouch,” Bow winced as Catra shot a cutting look to Adora.
“You saying I look bad?” She asked, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Double ouch,” Glimmer agreed.
Adora shook her head and started backpedaling. “Catra, come on, you know that’s not what I meant! You look great--”
“Oh, perfect, so you admit I’m not sick then,” Catra cut in.
“That’s not what I said!” Adora objected.
“Oh, so you are saying I look bad. Alright I get it,” Catra said and turned back to the front of the lecture hall, completely ignoring Adora.
Adora sighed softly. She really just couldn’t win today.
4.
Catra still wasn’t talking to Adora at dinner. She sat on the other side of the table instead of beside her, and hasn’t even looked at her once since the end of the lecture. Adora caught the look that Bow and Glimmer shared before they sat down on opposite sides as well.
Adora really couldn't stop alternating between being worried for Catra, and hurt by her snub. Especially considering ever since they sat down at the table, Catra had been rubbing her temples secretly as if trying to chase off a headache. Adora knew any help she tried to give would be brushed off, but she needed to help Catra in some way.
So, Adora placed an Advil on the table between them subtly before looking back down to her menu. She knocked her foot against Catra’s softly under the table to get her attention, then gave a lowkey glance to the pill before going back to her menu. Adora watched Catra look at the pill and then back up at Adora out of her periphery. Catra clearly hesitated, before deciding not to take it.
Adora sighed softly. She couldn’t make Catra do anything she didn’t want to do. Even if it was in her best interests.
Adora sulked all through dinner, trying to keep an eye on Catra to make sure she didn’t over-extend herself without making it obvious. Adora was probably not very good at this because conversation at dinner was extremely awkward. Bow and Glimmer tried everything they could to make dinner enjoyable, but even their cheerfulness had an end.
It wasn’t until the end of the meal, when everyone was paying and readying to leave that Catra reached down and grabbed the Advil. She took it while Bow and Glimmer were facing the server. Adora sent a thankful smile over at Catra and she rolled her eyes.
That right there was as good as a verbal confession of illness.
Adora stood and held out her hand for Catra. She looked at the hand, then at Adora and took it.
“Alright Princess,” Catra started, leaning a little into Adora. “Let’s go home.”
Adora smiled and pressed a small kiss onto the top of Catra’s head. “Let’s go home,” she agreed.
5.
All four friends made their way to the train station. Adora could tell Glimmer and Bow were extremely thankful Adora and Catra had made up. They both let out twin signs of relief when they caught a glimpse of their hands intertwined.
Adora and Catra didn’t talk the entire way to the train station, and when they sat down, Catra laid her head on Adora’s shoulder, the day’s activity having clearly drained her of all remaining energy. Adora turned her head slightly to press a kiss to the top of Catra’s head. She didn’t say anything as Catra fell asleep.
Bow and Glimmer who were sitting across from Adora and Catra had twin looks of worry on their faces. Catra rarely sat down on the train, usually opting to stand and hold onto the rail above wherever Adora was sitting. To see her sitting down, let alone sleeping, it was, frankly, worrisome.
Adora smiled at them in a way she hoped was reassuring. “It’s okay, guys. I’ve got her,” she turned to Catra with a soft look in her eyes. “She always does this. Tries to hold on and just push through when she should just take the day off. After the third time she collapsed in High School, I just learned to recognize the signs and catch her before it happens.” Adora smoothed some of Catra’s hair aside, hoping to make her a little more comfortable.
Bow was looking at Adora with that soft, watery look he got sometimes when he saw cute things and Glimmer had her combination grossed-out-but-charmed look. Adora smiled at them. “I’ll get her home safe. But I don’t think we’ll be coming to class tomorrow.”
+1.
The next morning, Adora woke at her usual time, but instead of slipping out of bed and getting ready to go on a run, she just rolled over and wrapped herself around Catra, using her body as a sort of heated blanket. She stayed like this until Catra opened her eyes much later. The sun was already shining through the blinds above their head, spreading cool, golden morning sunlight across their bed spread.
“Feeling alright?” Adora asked softly as she absently stroked along Catra’s side.
Catra sighed softly in defeat and closed her eyes again with a small smile. “No,” she finally admitted.
Adora smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Catra’s shoulder. “Want me to make you some tea? Maybe some oatmeal?”
Catra sighed again, this time more charmed than anything. “Yeah, that might help,” she agreed, her voice raspy and her nose clearly plugged. “Maybe a cough drop and some Vaseline too? My nose is driving me crazy already.”
Adora smiled, happy to finally be allowed to take care of Catra properly. “And you’re warm enough?”
“With your furnace body on top of mine? Yeah. I’m sweating,” she joked dryly.
Adora’s smile turned fond and a little playful. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back then. Try not to freeze to death.”
“You got it, Princess.”
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catradora, glimmerdora, kiribaku, amityxluz for ship thing
bestie it was for characters not ships but ill make it work
catradora: they are so iconic i literally cheered and clapped at the kiss. they said fuck enemies to lovers we're doing friends to enemies to friends to lovers. fav line is the fucking dip and "maybe it already has ;)" that entire scene had no right to be that sexy sir this is a kids show i just know that was the sexual awakening for hundreds of small lesbians. random hc i think catra makes kekeke sounds at her food and adora loves it. unpopular opinion i think catra is bi ive seen people say shes canonically lesbian but literally never seen noelle say that im p sure people just say that cuz shes butch but butch bis own my heart so shes bi. also adora is white passing latina. songs i associate with them are twin size mattress by the front bottoms and sober intentions by apes of the state. fav pic of them is the aforementioned dip.
glimmerdora: i prefer them as a brotp but i can appreciate the femme4femme vibes. least fav thing was in s4 glimmer being nice to shadow weaver i felt really bad for adora :( like i know catra was also Not Great but catra was also abused so i understand why she was like that. that part just hit a little too close to home but im assuming she apologized for that at some point. random hc um hindu glimmer that doesnt really have anything to do with glimmerdora but i like it and its the first thing that came to my head so. OH i def think adora and catra have some religious trauma tho so maybe she gets them into hinduism? that would be sweet. fav pic is them chillin in the bath.
kiribaku: i only watched like the first two seasons of this show and then stopped bc i realized it was not going to get interesting. bakugou is a little bitch and i hate him and i do not care about kirishima. i dont remember if they ever interacted. maybe kirishima can make bakugou less of a little bitch idk. random hc bakugou is gay and homophobic. unpopular opinion the show is boring
lumity: iconic iconic dont even look at me theyre so good literally my middle school selfs dream they are so precious literally only relationship ever. least fav thing absolutely nothing they are perfect. fav line is "oh wow sports" idk why but it is very relatable. random hc luz writes fanfiction that is very clearly supposed to be about her and amity and it sucks ass but amity loves it anyway. also autism4autism rights. unpopular opinion idk they are very good. songs i associate with them little miss perfect by taylor louderman and she by dodie. fav pic is the one where theyre dancing and their noses almost touch i just really appreciate the romantic tension of dancing ok even though i cant dance.
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this popped up in my head when listening to Keith's Lou Reed cover, so I had to write it 🤭
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Hi, for the ask game, maybe number 11 (in hugs) for Mick and Keith?
11. Clinging to each other
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Something to Uplift Us
Ao3,  MasterPost
Relationships:  Romantic DLAMPR (Roman-centric, kinda Remus-centric), platonic Creativitwins!!!
Do I like this??? Meh. Is it something that I wrote? Yes. I will heal myself from SVS-R with Fluff.
Warnings: Remus Typical Nonsense, swearing, mentions of being in Quarantine, all sympathetic sides, non-sexual Pole Dancing
Word Count: 2,667 
Roman was the essence of romance and it showed. For his entire existence, he'd been well acquainted with the hypothetical. If he were his own person, if he had a prince of his own, if he had the chance at a romantic relationship, he knew what he would do. Roman knew relationships, he always had, and it had tortured him to know that he'd never have one.
Which was why it frustrated him to no end that he hadn’t been the one to ask out his fellow sides. He’d honestly never thought that it would be an option. When he first developed his feelings for the others- Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus, in that order- he had felt nothing more than excitement. He was giddy, he was light-headed, just to know that he could feel that way. He would spend hours daydreaming, just musing over the way they made his heart stop, but he never hoped for anything to come of it. He wasn’t sad, or mournful, or pining per se- just so caught up in the joy of feelings that he forgot that he could do something with them. 
So he thought about it a lot, suffice to say. And all he had now was time to think; it was nearly month three of quarantine. Roman had wrung his brain out like a sponge for anything new to think about- The Imagination was practically turning gray! He tried to tend to it, truly he did, but it was getting harder every day. Creativity's fellow sides had all busied themselves taking up new hobbies- Virgil was teaching Patton to draw, Janus had learnt embroidery, Logan took up knitting, Remus made trash sculptures… They all seemed to be having their own little renaissance (complete with plague), and what was Roman doing? Wasting valuable free time!
  In a fit of desperation, the artistic trait dived under his large canopy bed, rummaging around until his hand caught on the lip of a cardboard box. With no small amount of effort, he pulled the enormous container out from under his bed so that it could be properly examined. There, piled high in the box, were dozens of notebooks and sketchbooks- all of which filled to the brim with writing, drawings, and poetry. Having no clue what he was specifically looking for, Roman upended the box and watched the contents crash to the floor. Something in here would surely spark his mind! Perhaps some old work would catch his eye and inspire some redraws!
The side hadn't needed to search for long. Right at the top of the pile- bright pink, its cover dotted with puffy heart stickers- sat a large, spiral-bound sketchbook. You could almost see the light bulb pop up over Roman’s head as he squealed and snatched up the sketchbook. Flopping down onto his bed, he flipped it open in one hand and placed the other against his chest. 
“Ooh, some of my best,” he cooed to no one in particular, gaze turned to the dozens of love poems surrounded by little doodles of hearts that filled the pages. This was the journal he’d confided in before the sides had all officially begun their relationship, filled with flowery prose about anything from Janus’ scales to Patton’s smile; from Logan’s laugh to Virgil’s freckles (a rare sight, usually hidden by make-up). Roman was so lost in nostalgia that when the ideas hit him, he nearly fell out of bed in excitement at his own thoughts.
Of course! He could take all of these old writings and compose them together, into one eloquent amalgam that would illustrate perfectly all those things that he’d been unable to articulate in the beginning! And it seemed only fitting that such a soliloquy be delivered in The Imagination- in the most gorgeous scenario he could fabricate! Somewhere open to a starry sky, for his left-brained loves- but it had to have ornate architecture, of course, and it had to be cozy. Oh, it was all coming together now.
Roman leapt out of bed, posing with his hand above his head and sinking deeper into The Mindscape extravagantly. He didn’t waste time looking around at the depressing half-formed scenery, sweeping his arms up and erasing the entirety of his half of The Imagination. Time to get to work.
Remus was stretched across the Commons couch, his head in Janus’ lap and feet in Logan’s. The TV hummed with whatever show they’d thrown on as background noise, and a few feet away at the counter, Patton and Virgil were hovering over some sort of scrapbook.  Nobody had the energy for conversation; nobody had the energy for anything. 
It was magnificently boring. The Duke already filled up an entire sketchbook, written half a dozen shamelessly smutty self-insert fanfictions, constructed and subsequently destroyed eldritch beings in his room, and bothered his boyfriends. So, all that was left to do was doze.
It didn’t help Remus’ tired state that Janus was running his fingers through his hair. The monotonous waking world was finally slipping away. Maybe there was something buried in his dreams that could hold his attention.
But just before sleep took hold, a white-hot energy ran through the trait’s body, jolting him so suddenly that he tumbled off of the couch and onto the floor. His arms and legs were all pins-and-needles as he looked up at his very concerned partners.
“There’s fuckery afoot!” Remus announced, wide-eyed. He pulled himself up and grinned, “You guys stay here!” 
Without so much as a good-bye, Remus threw himself into the ground, saving himself the time of sinking out properly. After a moment’s silence, Janus resumed working on his embroidery. 
“Should we go see what that was about?” Patton asked tentatively. 
“Meh,” the three other sides responded in unison. After a moment, Janus added, “It is Remus, after all.”
Roman’s structure was coming together beautifully! Wide marble columns rose up and held aloft the glimmering silver ceiling, the middle of which was a sky-light open to thousands of stars and a brilliant full moon. Surrounding the opening was a spiral of stone roof- through the gaps of which even more astronomically accurate stars shone!
The inside of the building consisted of an immense mahogany stage, currently cloaked by thick velvet curtains and overlooking plenty of seats. Rather than traditional theater rows, Roman had arranged the seating like lovely cafe tables, all of which were given generous space from each other (Except for two at the very front, of course). Lanterns hung from the walls, casting the space in warm lighting. Creativity currently stood at the very back, thinking that it could use just a little more of something. With a smirk, the side snapped his fingers and the wall of the room was pushed backwards several yards. With a few more flicks of the wrist and dividing columns, a little lobby was formed. 
He’d given the theater room maroon carpeting and rich gray walls, but the new back section needed brighter lighting and a more cream-canary color scheme. Now he could just finish the decor!
Or he would have, if not for the fact that at that moment someone crashed into his ribs with all the grace of a flaming motorbike. 
“BRO!!!”
“ACK-!” was all Roman managed, as all the wind was knocked out of him. He glared up at his brother, who was sitting on his chest. 
“I knew you were up to something! You wiped half of the whole fucking Imagination! What is this!?” 
Roman wheezed, pushed Remus off of his chest, and finally pulled himself off the ground to catch his breath. His brother was spinning around the room already, eyes sparkling as he took in the building.
“I had to blank it, I needed my full focus,” Roman explained, back to work and filling the back wall with tall bookshelves, “and it’s a surprise, so don’t tell the others.”
“Oh, I won’t. Provided you let me in on whatever this is,” Remus had an ear-to-ear grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. After a moment’s consideration, Roman hummed.
“I’m doing something nice for our boyfriends. I think we all could use a little pick-me-up, so do not ruin this!”
“I wanna do something nice for them! Lemme help!” 
“You don’t even know what it’s for! Plus, it’s personal!”
“I already asked what it was for, Stupid.”
Roman huffed.
“I wrote them something. Hence the stage.”
“So, what, you’re gonna bring them all into your fancy library-opera for your poetry orgy and I sit in a corner somewhere and be quiet?”
“Ideally.”
“Not a chance, Whore!” Remus swung himself up onto the concession stand that Roman had just created, tearing into a box of candy (food made in The Imagination always tasted weirder than food or ingredients they conjured elsewhere in the Mindscape, but he didn’t particularly mind). 
“Fine. What do you want to do?” Roman challenged, hands on his hips.
“I. Want. To. Help.”
Roman raised his eyebrows doubtfully. Grumbling, his twin started gesturing around the room as he spoke.
“The stars are too bright, they take the focus away from the stage instead of accenting it. The color of the curtains are too similar to the carpet. You’ve got Corinthian shit in there and bookstore lobby vibes in here, which is garbage and inconsistent.”
Roman blinked, his eyes following along with Remus’ criticism. 
“Hm. You have a point.”
“I’m Creativity too, you know. I have some taste.” The Duke said, gnawing on the cardboard box that had contained Imagination Candy moments before. 
“You’re wearing crocs and jorts, simultaneously.”
Remus waved his hand dismissively, hopping off the counter and rushing across the room.
“Whatever. Come on, I’ve got an idea how I can accompany your performance, too.”
“Oh, goody.”
Hours had past and little had changed in the Mindscape living room- Virgil and Patton had finished up their scrapbooking and were curled up together in an armchair, so Logan was sitting at the counter space previously occupied by the two and clacking away on his laptop, and Janus hadn’t moved. The muddled energy of the room had remained pervasive.
That was, until the door to the imagination slammed open, the doorknob cracking against the wall. Four heads shot up to see Remus and Roman, standing side-by-side (quite looking the part of identical twins, matching smiles and all). 
“Oh god,” Janus groaned instinctively, carefully setting his embroidery on a side table, “What did you two do?”
“Yeah, I don’t trust that look,” Virgil said.
The twins scoffed in mock-offense, continuing their odd coordination.
“We try to do something nice,” exclaimed Remus.
“And not so much as a ‘thank you,’” added Roman solemnly. Eyes were rolled, but Patton perked up considerably (just as planned). 
“Ooo, what are you talking about?” 
“It’s a surprise!” Said The Duke, bouncing up and down. Creativity Prime gave a sweeping motion to indicate the still-open door to the Imagination, which had been steadily seeping into the common room with a bright new energy that it had been lacking for days. 
“Follow us,” he instructed, disappearing through the door once more with Remus at his back. Patton bounced after them immediately, grinning. 
The three left-brained sides exchanged glances, shrugged, and followed suit. 
The twins were backstage in an instant, trusting their partners to figure out where their seats were on their own. Roman began pacing around as soon as they finished warming up. 
“Are you sure you can do this? I’m still not sure if your performance is well-suited to acoustic guitar-”
He was cut off by Remus groaning exaggeratedly.
“I can work with anything, bitch.” 
“Right, right,” There was a beat. “You’re sure you’re ready?”
“I’ve been ready. What’s going on with you?”
Rather than responding, Roman did another lap around the stage. 
“C’mon! Stop pacing before I take a bonesaw to your legs!”
“Okay! Alright! I’m ready!”
Before Remus could come up with any more gruesome threats, Roman snapped his fingers and the curtains began to rise. He took his place half-sitting on a stool up front, a guitar in his arms. Behind him, Remus stood between two sturdy metal poles that rose from the stage and into the ceiling. You can already see where this is going.
When the stage was fully revealed, the lights above the audience dimmed. Figuring that the show would be rather awkward if said audience consisted of four people, the Creativities had The Imagination render dozens of prop-people. They moved and acted like a crowd of humans, but each individual was too vague to focus on for long. Thus it was made very clear where their fellow sides were, sitting right up front with a wide array of expressions from amazed to amused to bewildered.
Roman took a moment to steel himself and then began playing. Originally, he’d planned on spoken-word for his loves, but traditionally there is music involved in pole-dancing, so he’d made a few adjustments in order for Remus to be able to contribute. 
Roman started singing, melting as the gazes of the real audience members turned awestruck (and also very flushed, likely from whatever surprisingly impressive poses his brother was pulling behind him). He liked to think that he poured his heart out into every performance, but for this one it felt quite literal. 
Roman’s voice picked up gradually, and he could vaguely hear metal clanging behind him. It went on like that for a good few minutes- because if there was one thing the Twins weren’t, it was brief- before the show finally concluded. Roman stalled for a moment as both the imaginary and real components of the audience applauded uproariously. Remus swung down from the pole and hopped over to him.
“We bow now, Dumbass,” he hissed, noticeably out of breath.
“Oh- right.”
They took hands and took a couple bows as the clapping died down, standing back up with wide grins and red faces. 
As soon as the auditorium was relatively silent, Patton rushed the stage. He outstretched his arms and hopped up and down excitedly.
“Lemme up!” 
Roman grabbed his hands and pulled him on stage while Remus was still attempting to catch his breath. Morality leaned down to give The Prince a brief kiss, and then bounced over to the much more exhausted half of the act to give him the same treatment. He was grinning so wide that it looked painful, his face a bright pink. The Duke wore a matching expression, but the smile was much more unnatural in that preferred way of his.
“So you liked it?”
Rather than verbally responding, Patton grabbed the hands of both Creativities and made a cheerful ribbiting sound.
“It was wonderful,” Logan supplied, climbing the stairs on the side of the stage to meet them, Virgil and Janus right behind him. He was much less outwardly enthusiastic as the other spectacled side, but no less appreciative.
“Yeah, did you guys put all this together today?” Virgil asked, throwing an arm around Roman’s shoulders. 
“What else did we have to do?” Remus answered with a shrug. 
“Good point.”
Janus cleared his throat lightly, immediately drawing everyone’s attention. His eyes were noticeably rimmed with redness, a small smile on his face as he outstretched all of his arms.
“Here, all of you, now.”
Patton cooed.
“Group hug!” 
Fitting six people into one hug may seem awkward, but it always seemed to work out for the sides. At least, Roman thought so. Virgil would fake exasperation at the affection, but they could all tell he loved it. Logan would try to maintain his dignity and fail miserably. Patton was a ball of warmth and energy that seeped into the rest of them. Janus was by far the best at giving hugs, though it could be considered cheating to have extra limbs.
At that moment it hit Roman that, perhaps he hadn’t started this relationship, but he was still a part of it. And that was all he could ever want.
These    Performances    inspired Remus’. They are oddly calming to watch, and super impressive!
@shrimp-crockpot
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HATE ME [CH. 1]
GEORGE WEASLEY X OC FANFICTION
warnings/tags: not a lightweight story. setting is ootp onwards. slow burn. angst with happy ending. major and minor character deaths. future warnings in future chapters.
posted in wattpad as well!
CEDRIC DIGGORY had died no less than a year now. Not only his death will be remembered, but as well as who he entirely was. Ever since the school year started after the heartbreaking tragedy during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everything had been different.
The sky looked duller, the wind felt more harsh.
Hogwarts had been infiltrated by the Ministry, with Dolores Umbridge acting as headmistress and High Inquisitor. The Inquisitorial Squad had been created to support the Ministry's decree about the education being taught to them, but that is nothing compared to an army created during the same year. Dumbledore's Army. Determined. Driven. Motivated.
Dumbledore's Army was a secret organization lead by the famous Golden Trio. There were a number of them who joined, maybe about 30. Some out of fear, but most out of their own willingness. It wasn't intended to become an army for an upcoming war, it was only intended for Harry Potter to teach willing students of the Dark Arts, which, apparently, weren't being taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Adhara Burke was one of the unexpected, if not the only one, member of the said organization. Although not a Slytherin, her father was one of the co-owners of Burgin and Burkes, a shop in Diagon Alley that was mostly known of its shady artifacts. She wasn't a bully like Malfoy, but she certainly wasn't as friendly as the others in the group.
"Ready your wands, everyone!" Potter announced once everything was cleared outside the Room of Requirement. Adhara silently took a hold of her wand she kept hidden in the inner pocket of her robe. Sitting at the back made it easy for her to observe everyone. They all had their own circle, their own pairs, she was the only one alone at the back. The Weasleys (excluding Ron) huddled together, the Golden Trio at the very center, Longbottom and the others on the other side, and here she was.
She tried to not roll her eyes. Times like these she wished she joined the Inquisitorial Squad with Malfoy instead of wasting her time here. But then again, she'd learn more of DADA here.
They were being taught to cast their own Patronuses for the third time this week when a tall redhead approached her. "Hey, Burke," the guy, who she realized was one of the Weasley twins, greeted. "Weasley," She replied, acknowledging him.
This was her first interaction three weeks after being a member of Dumbledore's Army.
Adhara saw the Weasley's lips twitch upward into a large smile. His eyes glistening. "Have you already summoned your Patronus?" He inquired. She still doesn't know if he's Fred. Or George. She didn't really pay attention to them as individuals and always saw them as a duo who just liked to team up with Peeves in pranking the whole of Hogwarts.
"Not yet," She replied in a flat tone.
"Well, we got plenty of time. Mine's a magpie, you know. A bird. Lot would say that having a magpie as your patronus would mean you're an intellectual," He blabbered and raised his brows when he said the last part as if it was interesting enough for her.
"And you're telling me, why?" Adhara asked, not even looking back at Weasley and focused on her hand gestures. She sinply didn't care. She's more confused as to why the other half of the Weasley twin bothered to go near her and talk to her.
She saw in her peripheral how the Weasley guy scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. "Right, well, I've been eyeing you for sometime now-"
"You were what?"
The girl immediately looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth open from shock. "Huh? Oh- no, no, it's not like that!" Weasley immediately said and waved his hands in front. "I, I just noticed you were always alone during meetings. So, so I tried to approach you today," His voice slowly went soft after the small panic.
Adhara looked at him accusingly, still. "I don't even know which Weasley twin you are." She said and turned her back before walking away. She stopped abruptly and looked back, "Don't follow me." She added and walked away completely.
She just went to the other side of the room.
Flicking her wand with the right gesture, a circle, she tried casting the incantation. "Expecto Patronum," she casted. A soft glow illuminated the tip of her wand, but it was only a shapeless cloud of mist. Potter had commended her. "Burke, that's a good one. That can shield you from dementors and could buy you time," he then told her to do better and try to cast an actual Patronus. A corporeal one.
So she tried. Again, and again, and again.
Think of happy memories, Adhara. Think.
She rummaged her mind for any memories that were joyous enough. She thought of the time she first landed her feet in Platform 9 3/4.
That's good. That'll work.
She began drawing another circle using her wand and said the incantation once more, this time a little louder, "Expecto Patronum!" This time she felt the magic on her fingertips, as the tip of her wand bursted with light. She anticipated it would be another cloud of mist, but it turned to a beautiful, blinding, and dazzling Bay Stallion. The horse trotted elegantly around Adhara, and then trotted further around the whole Room of Requirement.
Everyone stared in awe.
"That was wonderful! You successfully conjured a corporeal Patronus!" Hermione Granger said, her eyes glimmering with excitement. The rest agreed, and watched the stallion disappear in a mist after a few seconds.
She said nothing and just smiled thin. She could feel someone was staring at her. Clicking her tongue, she looked at her side. The pestering Weasley was looking at her, his smile even larger than earlier. Was that even possible? She felt her jaw hurting just imagining it in her head.
As if on cue, he was already walking his way to her. "That was a really amazing Patronus, Burke. Mine is nothing compared to yours," He immediately said after being near her again.
"I know."
Weasley gave a barking laugh.
"Didn't know you had that comedy in you, Burke. I'm George, by the way. George Weasley."
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keith never thought that he would find himself in a situation where he would have to love a person who no longer remembers him
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