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journey through the reefs [an atwow series] chp. 4

summary: as a friendship between you and Ao’nung began to flourish, your determination at getting him back to the reefs heightened as a new revelation stood right before you.

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pairings: ao’nung [25] x fem!human!reader [20]

word count: 4.4k

warnings: depictions of violence, swearing, blood, death, implied execution, human experimentation, Thomas’ sad backstory, Quaritch (again...).

taglist: @jakesully-sbabygirl @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @eywas-heir @myh3artttt @sweetirilly @fanboyluvr @henhouse-horrors @ghostlyworld @bratsukisworld @yevyyevs @erensbbg @zoetrope1997

a/n: due to being away for the holidays, I didn’t managed to get this up earlier as I wished, so apologies for that. but please, if you can, take some time out of your day to read this and I hope you enjoy!~

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Ao’nung.

You weren’t sure whether the name held any meaning to it, but that didn’t matter at all when it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly, almost as if you knew him your whole life.

He still didn’t talk much with you, responding with either one-word answers, grunts or occasionally a nod or a shake of his head, be it the wariness was still evident, but nonetheless, he didn’t seem fed up with your questions and rambling.

Instead, he found himself listening to you attentively, picking up on your little quirks, such as talking with your hands the more your exuberance started showing, or how your eyes brighten up after earning a small response from him. He appreciated having some company, a friendly and gentle one at that.

While still in the midst of talking his ear off, you paused for a moment before slapping yourself mentally at the fact that he was still injured, and you sat there chattering about God knows what when you could instead treat his wounds while you were still here.

You proceeded to get up from your seated position, about to head towards the two scientists when all of a sudden, you felt a large hand grabbing your wrist in a firm grip. You winced at the sudden manoeuvre, turning your head to Ao’nung’s direction to see him looking at you with what you could only describe as sad puppy eyes that longed for comfort. You couldn’t help but melt at the oddly endearing sight.

“Stay.” Ao’nung pleaded. He didn’t know what came over him to do what he did, but all he knew was that he didn’t want you to leave.

“No worries, alright? I’ll be back, I just need to get something to treat your wounds.” you reassured him calmly, as you brought your other hand to soothe his softly.

“[Y/N], is everything okay in there? I’ve alerted the Recom squad, so they should be here any minute.” Thomas informed, speaking to you through the intercom.

“Oh goodness! Why would you do that? I’m not hurt, he just doesn’t want me to leave.”

“And that’s exactly why I called them? Have you forgotten that we need you alive and well?”

“I’m aware of that, you geek. Haven’t you considered that maybe the poor guy’s just terrified? And here you are, sabotaging my progress of gaining his trust.”

“Okay, okay, fine! I’ll explain everything to the colonel once he and his team get here. Now tell me what you need before I change my mind about having him apprehended.”

“Why don’t you start by getting me a first aid kit so I can get started on these wounds that was inflicted on him?”

Thomas responded by huffing out a sigh and rolling his eyes before heading somewhere to get what you requested.

You cursed under your breath before turning back to face Ao’nung, flashing him a warm smile as you continued soothing the back of his hand.

“It’s going to be okay. Just relax for a little bit, and we’ll get you in good shape again.”

He seemed quite pleased with your words, allowing himself to let go of your hand albeit reluctantly. He couldn’t explain the feeling that he had for you, but he felt safe in your presence despite not being comfortable with sharing too many words with you as of yet. Your sweet and alluring tone of voice, your comforting demeanour, your patience, and your kindness…

…yes.

He could get used to this.

A few moments later, Thomas returned to his station, with the first aid kit in hand. He placed it in the drawer and slid it into the room. You went over to it and picked it up before jogging back to place yourself in front of Ao’nung. You opened up the kit and began prepping to treat his facial wounds first. You used a tweezer to pick up a cotton ball and dipped it in an antiseptic solution. With the tweezer in hand, you got up to your knees to match his seating height and faced him.

“This is going to sting a little, okay? But it’ll help your cuts to heal better.”

Ao’nung eyed the antiseptic cotton ball suspiciously, almost as if the sight of it offended him. The liquid that soaked the cotton ball was a yellowish brown, and the smell that came out of it was piercing, making him crinkle his nose in disgust. You took note of this and let out a small giggle at his expression.

“Doesn’t smell that great, huh? But trust me on this, would you?”

He glanced back at you, looking into your hopeful and promising gaze. He could feel heat blooming into his cheeks and ears, which embarrassed him enough for him to look away shyly. He closed his eyes and gave you a curt nod, signalling you to go for it.

With that, you began your work by starting off with the cuts on his face. He slightly grimaced at the stinging sensation on his cheekbone, but soon relaxed a little as you began tapping the cotton ball on other parts of his face. He still let out small winces here and there as you worked on other areas, but not to the point of interrupting your work.

In the middle of it, he opened his eyes to watch you tend to the injuries on his torso. The pain from earlier had subsided to a near numbness, allowing him to relax at your touch. He watched your expression that was etched in full concentration, making sure to not miss a single bruise or scratch. He admired your meticulousness, which was a quality possessed by his mother and younger sister, the two strongest women in his life.

“Are you… Tsahik?” Ao’nung suddenly uttered, breaking the peaceful silence.

Hearing his voice speaking in a clear sentence, although short, had you looking up at him in surprise. This whole time had been you starting off any interaction between you two. But here he was, making an attempt at getting to know you. You beamed at his words, almost forgetting the question he asked.

“Oh! Ts-Tsahik? No, I just happen to have some basic skill in healing. Always comes in handy when the situation calls for it.” you replied curtly.

You had learned about the roles of a Tsahik from your parents’ video logs and research textbooks. Only a selected number of Na’vi, usually a female one, that had undergone proper and extensive training can be selected to take on the title, otherwise, the rest are just regular healers within the clan. The responsibilities of a Tsahik doesn’t just stop at aiding the injured and ill, they are also known as the interpreter of the divine being the Na’vi called Eywa, who was basically their version of a God, or Goddess. Each clan had one Tsahik, who usually led the clan alongside the Olo��eyktan, or clan leader. The Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, in many instances, are mated to one another, but that wasn’t always the case for every clan.

The tranquillity of the room returned as you continued to finish up the bandaging of his torso and arms. Once you made sure that he was all set and done, you sat back down on the floor and admired your handiwork.

“I’d say I did a pretty good job. What do you think?” you asked as you looked up at him.

Ao’nung pondered for a moment as he looked at the bandages on his body. The feeling of the fabric felt so foreign to him since he wasn’t used to being this covered up. But he supposed that this would help him heal his injuries, he could probably deal with some slight discomfort for a while.

“Thank you, [Y/N].” he replied gratefully.

“It’s my pleasure, Ao’nung.”

Before any more words could be exchanged, the door to the room slid open, revealing Quaritch and his squad behind him. The tension in the atmosphere grew as they marched right inside to where you were sitting. Ao’nung started snarling at the sight of them, but you did your best to calm him by placing a hand on his knee.

“Well, sweetheart, I hope you and the big guy over here are friends now, ‘cause I’m going to need some info, and quick.” The colonel commanded as he dragged you back up on your feet.

Seeing you being treated so roughly made something snapped within Ao’nung, as he instinctively lunged forward in an attempt to defend you from the fake demon Na’vi. Despite the spiked collar choking him and drawing blood, he almost didn’t seem fazed by it as he continued slashing the air, trying his best to stop the colonel’s harsh treatment towards you. You cried out to Ao’nung, hoping he would stop, but it seemed that your cries had fallen on deaf ears.

“Woah! What do we have here? Now, what did you two do while we were gone? He seems a little possessive of you.” Quaritch snickered as he eyed the large Na’vi, who was still snarling at him.

“All I did was talk to him a little and patched up his wounds. Nothing else, sir.” you responded nervously, not too fond of the implication made by the colonel.

“Well, as long as you’ve gathered intel, I don’t care how you did it. Now let’s get you back to your cell.”

As you were being dragged out of the room, Ao’nung continued his rampage, roaring out obscenities towards the colonel and calling out to you. His desperate cries filled your heart with guilt and pain, you turned to him and looked at him with a melancholic gaze.

“Can… Can I just… say a few things to him? Just to reassure him a little.” you pleaded with the colonel.

Quaritch watched the scene before him as he sighed exasperatedly.

“Make it quick.”

Not wanting to anger the colonel any longer, you quickly made your way to Ao’nung, and with that, he managed to tone down his frenzy just a little to not scare you away.

“Ao’nung, don’t worry about me, alright? I’ll be okay. We’re going to be apart for just a little while, I’ll be seeing you again soon. I promise. In the meantime, please don’t get yourself hurt.” you expressed gently to Ao’nung as you patted him on the shoulder.

All he responded with was the same sad puppy look that he gave to you earlier, before looking down and nodding hesitantly. He sat back down onto the cold floor, and watched you leave the room with the fake Na’vis rushing you hastily.

Once you were out of his sight, he pulled his knees towards himself and buried his face in them. The pain around his neck was nothing compared to the pain that he felt in his heart. He didn’t understand why he was even feeling like this for someone he should consider an enemy. A sky demon, or a tawtute, which he referred to people of your kind. But he didn’t believe he had it in him to call you as such. You deserved a title that suited your demeanour and tone of voice, something that he could get used to calling. Perhaps…

Syulang.

Flower.

Yes, that was it.

The perfect name for his newfound friend.

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“You useless fucking bitch!”

Another blow struck you down as Z-Dog continued screaming bloody murder and yelling obscenities at you, watching you cough up blood before delivering a kick to your back.

The other squad members just watched on with matching scowls on their faces, equally irritated at the fact that you had been in the same room with their subject for about a few hours and all you had done was patched him up a little and chatted with him about whatever. If it were up to them, they would’ve had you and Ao’nung killed in with just two pulls of the trigger, but unfortunately for them, they received strict orders from Dr. Aragon to make sure that both you and Ao’nung were kept alive, just until they got all the intel they need at least.

While seeing you getting your ass handed to you was a pleasurable sight to the colonel, Quaritch decided that he would rather not have to explain your sudden death, which prompted him to step in between you and his fellow comrade.

“Come on, sir! Just let me at her for a little longer.” Z-Dog exclaimed, clenching her fist tightly.

“As much as I liked to see more of that, we need her alive, Z-Dog. There’s no use when our spy is dead, so back off for now.” Quaritch demanded as he pushed her back away from you.

Z-Dog huffed in vexation before storming out of the holding cell to God knows where, leaving the remaining recoms to deal with you. Quaritch slowly walked to your pathetically curled up form on the floor before squatting down to meet your eyes, almost glaring into your soul.

“Now, sweetheart, I’m not sure whether you think this is some type of game, or whether you’re fucking with us, but whatever it is, you better start getting your shit together or I’ll have you begging for mercy once we’re done with all of this.” the colonel commanded, his tone of voice dark and intimidating. “Do you understand?”

“Yes…. Yes, s-sir…” you uttered weakly, your half-lidded eyes suggesting you were losing your consciousness.

“Let’s get out of here.” Quaritch gathered up his team and left the cell, leaving you alone and cold.

As you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness, all beaten and battered up with bruises and aches littering your body, your rage from before slowly but surely started to bloom again. How unreasonable could these hooligans be? How do they expect you to gain any info with just a few hours to work with? While Ao’nung was surely getting more comfortable in your presence, his minimal participation in conversation was still clear to you that he wasn’t interested in sharing anything with you as of yet.

No worries, though. You were going to go by their rules and play their game just like how they wanted you to. However, you made sure that you were going to play it better than them, and hopefully reap the rewards of it towards the end.

During your train of thoughts, you almost failed to notice the door to your cell sliding open as Thomas walked in with a first aid kit in his hand. He looked down at you pitifully as you stared at him with a tired gaze. Kneeling next to you, he had you propped up against the wall as he began cleaning and tending to your wounds. This greatly confused you as he was Dr. Aragon’s right-hand man, causing you to be sceptical.

“I know you don’t trust me, and I don’t expect you to, not after everything of course. Just here to keep you alive and well then I’ll be on my way.” Thomas stated as he patched you up.

“I don’t believe you came all the way over here just to do that. You would’ve sent a medic here instead.” you retorted, chuckling a little.

Thomas just looked at you, slightly stunned before sighing dejectedly as if disappointed he got caught on. At this point, there was no reason to hide anything from you as he was part of why you were here in the first place. He felt remorseful and responsible of you, seeing you brought here against your will at such a young age and having to be put through heinous conditions.

No. He couldn’t bear to see someone else go through the same thing he did.

Enough was enough.

“So far, there had only been two human occupants of this holding cell. You’re unlucky enough to be the second one in here.”

“Oh yeah? Well, who was the first?”

Thomas hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“You’re looking at him.” he said, gesturing to himself.

As you stared at him in astonishment at his confession, you opened your mouth to say something, although you quickly shut yourself up again, unsure of what to say about that.

“Yeah, you’re probably wondering how I ended up on their side, when I was put in the same position as you’re in. I remember being brought here too, as well as having the same respiratory procedure done on me all those years ago. Getting thrown around like I was some ragdoll, and having myself a Na’vi cell mate that I was forced to gain intel from and sell out in the end.”

“You mean… you can breathe Pandoran air too? I thought I was the first success case from that surgery.”

“That was because one of my lungs collapsed during recovery. Since then, I still have to continue wearing a mask. At that time, research for the procedure only started six months before my arrival, which looking back, was not even close to being sufficient. Putting my lungs back together really took a toll on me, both mentally and physically. I almost didn’t make it, but by some miracle, here I am, sitting here and chatting up a storm with you and sharing my life story.”

Thomas gave a small hearty laugh at that, which brought a slight smile to your features. Though, you continued to ponder on what else went on in his life.

“About your Na’vi cell mate, what were they like?”

“Oh, him.”

A downcast look glazed his features, although he still maintained his smile. It almost made you feel bad for even bringing it up.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you quickly apologised, looking away in embarrassment.

“No, it’s fine, kid. It’s just… I get a little sad when I think about him. But if anything, guilt is definitely up there on what I’m feeling.” he reassured. “His name was Zäpe. The first time I met him was here, he got thrown in a lot later after me. Like your friend, he tried to kill me as soon as he laid eyes on me, kept banging on the glass for hours on end.”

“And how did you respond?”

“I didn’t. I just hid under my bed like the coward that I was.”

The both of you exchanged laughter at that.

“When did you two start becoming friends?” you asked, curious about the dynamic between the two.

“Well, it took a while, really. In the beginning, all he responded was with growls and snarls anytime I would try to interact with him. But as time went on, he soon started showing signs of trust in me. Eventually, we got to a point where he was telling me about life in the reefs and oceans, even sharing stories about his family and friends. It got to a point where I really considered him a brother, almost.”

Recounting all those happy memories made Thomas beamed, but it soon faded away as he recalled how it all ended.

“But of course, all good things had to come to an end. Although, I wish it didn’t end how it did.”

“Why? What happened afterwards?” you nervously questioned, afraid of what you were about to hear.

“He was from the Ta’unui clan. Their lands harbour a very rare but valuable form of unobtanium, the most sought after by the RDA. My role at the time was to get him to reveal where the spirit tree was, as that was where majority of the unobtanium was located. He eventually did tell me where it was, saying he was going to bring me there one day when we escaped.”

Tears were starting to brim around Thomas’ eyes, a choked sob nearly escaping his throat as the horrible memories flooded in.

“I was then forced to make a difficult decision. Either I reveal the location of the Ta’unui spirit tree, or the entire clan perishes. The thought of having an entire clan’s blood on my hands didn’t sit right with me. While I knew Zäpe would ultimately hate me for it, I told the RDA everything. I couldn’t bear the idea of my best friend dying.”

“That must’ve been so rough. I can’t even imagine how Zäpe must’ve felt when he found out.”

“He did more than just find out. He suffered the consequences of it.”

That statement sent shivers down your spine. Just what the hell happened way before you or Ao’nung’s arrival?

“The moment he found out about my betrayal; he was dragged away by a bunch of soldiers into a heavily guarded room. And the next I knew, a single gunshot resonated from it. I never saw him again.” Thomas confessed begrudgingly, his face contorted in shame and guilt. “It was also the day I saw how atrocious the RDA can get. I can never forget the look on his face when he realised, I turned my back on him, despite it being out of my control.”

“How… How did you get out of that mindset? What made you work for the RDA in the end?”

“I tried ending it all after Zäpe’s death. I saw no point in continuing living this hell. While nobody was looking, I stole some toxic substances from the lab and snuck it back into my cell. Just as I was about to down that thing, it slipped from my hand and spilt all over the floor. Since then, any attempts at killing myself was futile as there would always be some form of interruption. I took that as a sign that Zäpe wanted me to keep on living, as if to punish me by making sure I continue to remember my wrongdoings in my day-to-day life. Eventually, due to my role in assisting the RDA, I got recruited as an apprentice for Dr. Aragon and long story short, managed to climb my way to become his second-in-command.”

“But do you actually… truly feel loyal to the RDA? To Dr. Aragon? To Colonel Quaritch?”

The question had led Thomas to something that he wished he never had to face ever again. While the RDA was still one of the reasons why he wasn’t dead yet, at the same time, the idea of pledging loyalty to an organisation that was built on greed and destruction weighed heavily on his heart. No matter how much benefit this line of work brought him, he couldn’t consider this living. They took everything from him, anything that he ever loved and treasured. All he could hope was that they didn’t strip him of his empathy, which he was afraid was soon dwindling with time.

“You can only pretend for so long, kid. That was all I’ve been doing up until this point, swearing my life to this entire operation even though I never truly believed in it once.” Thomas revealed as he looked you deeply in the eyes, showing that he was speaking the truth. “If you want any chance of getting out of this shit hole, you’re going to want my help, and as hard as it it, I’m going to need you to trust me.”

“But wait! What about… Ao’nung? I don’t wish for him to suffer the same fate as Zäpe. If anything, I’m not leaving without him. Wherever I’m going, he’s coming with me.” you exclaimed.

Thomas sighed heavily and looked away as he spoke up again.

“I may have a plan for that. Come see me before your sessions with him.”

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Ao’nung was brought back to his cell a little after Thomas had left. Seeing him again felt like a breath of fresh air, and even more so when it didn’t seem like he sustained any new injuries. The injury on his neck was bandaged up neatly as well, you silently thanked whoever took notice of that and had the courage to even patch him up.

The Na’vi shared the same sentiment upon laying eyes on you, rushing up to the glass barrier eagerly to get a good look, but the happy glint he had immediately switched to a frown as he took notice of the bandages you adorned as well. Knowing that you must’ve received similar treatment that he endured made him distressed and sick to his stomach. While the abuse was traumatising, his physicality still allowed him to withstand multiple heavily blows for a good while. But with your small stature, they could’ve hurt you even worse, or perhaps…

…they could wound up killing you.

A few knocks on the glass barrier snapped him out of his thoughts, and looking towards the direction of the sound, he saw you flashing a small smile as you gave him a slight wave, to which he responded by mimicking your actions and returning the gesture.

“How are you doing so far? They didn’t hurt you again, did they?” you asked him, slightly concerned for his wellbeing.

“I’m fine. A male tawtute helped me with my neck.” Ao’nung replied as he pointed to his neck. “He said he helped you, too.”

With that, you mentally thanked Thomas for his help despite him probably fearing the giant Na’vi.

“They hurt you badly, like me. Why?” Ao’nung questioned, his face contorted in confusion and anger.

While you wished you could reveal the reason to why you received similar treatment as him, you decided it would be best to keep this information to yourself for the time being, fearing that once he knew the truth, you would be thrown back further from square one. For now, it was best to avoid any question he had regarding of the RDA’s treatment towards you.

“Don’t worry about me, alright? I’m not important at the moment. The only thing that matters to me right now is getting you back home safely, and preferably in one piece.” you declared confidently. “I can get you out of here, but it can’t be done with your support. It’s important to get on their good side, so do as you’re told, and you may have a chance at leaving. Got it?”

He pondered at your words for a moment as he was debating with himself mentally on what to do. He hated the thought of being pushed around and commanded by a bunch of sky demons who have no place in his home, but at the same time, if a little bit of obedience could earn him even a sliver of freedom, he supposed it couldn’t hurt to do so. Besides, once they let their guards down enough, it could present a perfect opportunity for him to strike.

“Understood, [Y/N].” Ao’nung expressed. “Can you promise me something?”

“Of course! What is it?” you chimed in.

“Once we leave…

…I’ll show you my home.”

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a/n: and there you go, chapter 4! this actually didn’t take me too long to write up, but I didn’t have access to my laptop for a few days, and couldn’t make my edits. hopefully, I’ll have chapter 5 up real soon, but until then, stay safe, y’all!~

like and reblog if you enjoyed!~

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addisonstars · 5 months

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think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else

written for day 20 of november for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "nuts"

447 words!

Remus needed to refill his anti anxiety meds. When he wasn't on them, he got more…anxious (if you want to call it that) and his impulse control was much less than what it should be. It was day six without them, and Remus was feeling, had felt, the effects.

He wasn't a huge tattoo junkie like Sirius was. Remus had a few, a couple scattered here and there, little meaningful things to him that he thought would be nice. Much unlike Sirius, who when bored would doodle on himself, bring out the gun and ink, then proceed to permanently ink himself with whatever it was. It looked good on him- it fit him.

But Remus, without his medication to keep him in line, did something he wouldn't normally do without giving it a lot of thought. And Remus gave this exactly no thought.

He was so scared that Sirius was going to look at him like he was nuts, like he was some stupid idiot that was too attached and too obsessed with him. He was scared that maybe, maybe he shouldn’t have done this, that he should not have gone and gotten Sirius’s full name tattooed across his collarbone. It probably wasn't the best idea to have Sirius Orion Black-Lupin sitting right on top of the bone in small, delicate, black ink. Right?

Remus wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to tell Sirius this either. They were married, had been married for two years now and he didn’t know how to tell his husband that he got his name tattooed on him. Sirius had Remus’s initials, but this was a bit more than that, Remus thought. Luckily for him, he didn't have to figure that out. He was undressing to get in the shower when Sirius walked into the bathroom with a smile.

“Can I join-” His eyes dropped to the new words on his chest, cutting off his sentence, and stayed there until he realized that staring at Remus was probably freaking him out.

“I can explain, Sirius, I can,” he rambles off, carding his fingers through his hair. “I just, something compelled me and I…” He stopped talking when Sirius walked in the bathroom and brushed his hands over the name.

Sirius did not look at him like he was nuts. He didn't even look at him like he was one bit crazy. In fact, Siri looked at him like he wanted to devour him right then there, sparing no inch of any surface in the bathroom.

“I love you.” Sirius says simply, kissing the new tattoo then kissing his Moony.

Remus visibly relaxes and kisses Sirius back, “I love you too Pads.”

tell me why it took nothing for me to write the almost 500 words of this and then i proceeded to sit here for 10 minutes trying to come up with a title (and still couldnt come up with one so i stole one from one of my fav songs) ?!?!

title from k. by cigarettes after sex <3

-a.s.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin loves sirius black #black-lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar fic #wolfstar microfic #nuts #addisonstars #addisonstars mircofic tag #addisonstars wolfstar microfic tag:

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clown-necromancy · 7 months

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Just spent several hours infodumping the entire plot of The Locked Tomb to one of my friends from the beginning of the Nona Jod Lore to Get In Line Thou Big Slut.

We then proceeded to deliriously ramble together for 20 minutes about how Palamedes Sextus deserves to serve cunt and get his cunt served and how he and Harrow (and by extension Camilla and Gideon) are the only characters in the whole series who deserve to have sex instead of dying a cringefail virgin.

The things they're doing to that man's cervix on AO3

#the locked tomb #tlt

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witchcraftingboop · 15 days

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Sometimes talking to my dad is like trying to grab a small, stubborn child by the shoulders and shake them into a new consciousness. Mans had the audacity to sulkily ask why it felt like I didn't want to talk to him anymore this morning and then was genuinely offended when I responded that I had to go and couldn't talk anymore. This was, mind you, after he asked how I was doing and I let him know that I was not feeling too great since my friend's death was revealed to be due to her boyfriend murdering her yesterday, and my dad proceeded to go "oh, well I just left the store because this couple was fighting, and I just do not want any negativity around me today" and then, without taking a breath, proceeded to ramble on for 20+ minutes about buying himself some much needed socks and then some shoes to match said socks because why not they're right there... Like, bro, my guy, homie, why would that god awful immediate topic change make me feel like continuing to talk to you?? Gtf off my phone

#ughhh I do not understand this man sometimes #he had literally just been complaining to me about the shitty year he's having but let me mention murder one time and the topic must #immediately be switched #this is why I don't really like answering his calls #he has a pre-formed script sometimes that he Refuses to switch from #boop's rambles #my grandmother also threatened me that I'll have children (already enough right there) just like me one day #so all my relatives are going in timeout #I don't wanna hear shit else 😂😂

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adder24 · 1 year

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Mohawk Reynolds went to Wales Comic con

To all I know and love, here is tagging you

@untilthe12ofnever @nuggsmum @alwayscaskett810 @the-boneyard-rider @hellostickerdoodle @superlc529 @happiness-in-the-dark @my-happy-corner @nfcastle @dailynathanfillions @abettis41319 @captkatecastle @frenchfrostpudding @gracielaposts

Well actually it was more Telford than it was Wales, there is a whole 61 miles between the Welsh boarder and Telford. ANYWAY not the point!

First I did a Video explaining it, just in case you are not keen on reading me ramblings

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I traveled and stayed over night, all by myself and attended the comic con...all by myself! Probably not a great deal to some people but to me it was a huge massive bloody step in my ongoing tussle with my mental health.

Probably asking why I decided to take this leap, welp let me show you why.

THIS GUY!

As soon as I was told he was attending I literally told myself "We're doing this!" because the chances of him attending another comic con in this country were probably slim.

So I took that plunge and yes I was DREADING it soon after I booked up, I was like "Shit I actually have to go" Talk about putting pressure on yourself.

I also made the Decision to dress up and of course it had to be Reynolds, only with a difference...I was having a Mohawk and at the very last minute, I decided "I'm taking Thor's hammer" because it's the most Mal esque job he would do. Can hear Badger approaching him and going "Got a weapon of the gods that needs shipping. You in?" and of course he and the crew would tussle over who can lift the damn thing!

So let me introduce you to Mohawk Reynolds.

I'm not very tall and the jacket was almost as big as me! However...people knew who I was portraying and that was all that mattered (Yes I was wearing suspenders but the jacket was hiding them) and a lot of people dressed as Thor were like "Reynolds, give that back"

So I walked around, got a few compliments , was told I looked awesome, got fist bumps and everything, I even had kids that wanted to try and pick up Thor's hammer. You'll be pleased to know they were worthy.

Anyway to the point Adder..stop venturing off, Yes I went and met Fillion!

He was lovely! At first, before I even got to him (I was one person out) My nerves was making my heart race and I said loudly (because nerves are twats), as I was coming up to be next "Now is not the time to have a heart attack Adds!" Which he heard...and he looked at me and asked if I was okay. Gave him the thumbs up, then I went over to him, he offered his hand and I shook it and then, I swear the guy must have known I was cheeky cause he studied me and went "So who have you come as?" And I was like "Dude!" And his response was "I'm kidding! I'm kidding, cool hair though!"

I got trolled by Fillion!!!

So picture got took and can I just say, the way that man moved me into position...holy hell! Put me under a mind spell I bloody swear.

Look at my stupid face!

Then the next thing was the panel, obviously it was a firefly panel with Nathan, Jewel Staite and Sean Maher (Mal, Kaylee and Simon) And they spoke about how 20 years on, it just won't die, how new fans are still being introduced and how pivotal this thing was for a generation of people.

Then the floor opened up for questions and...Oh man...man do my arms ache...but it was worth it! At first I was using my arms, then I got bored of that and was like "Sod it, I'm using the hammer" So up went the hammer, questions were going in and then after a little while the main presenter guy was like "That's all we have time for" Booo but then Nathan was like "We can squeeze a few more in!" Presenter guy was over ridden, up went the hammer again and HAMMER CAME IN CLUTCH! Nathan went "Last question, make it a firefly one, Go!" I shit you not, a guy with a mic BOLTED to me and went "You with the hammer! Stand up!"

Up I stood! Hammer on my shoulder and my first words were "Whaddup?!"

FOR GODS SAKE ADDER!!!

Anyway I then proceeded to go "I have Thor's hammer but who on the firefly crew would be able to lift Thors hammer?"

And they all went "Ooooooh good question"

Nathan said "It won't be Mal, he's not pure, he's a rogue" They also ruled out Jayne etc, however they all seemingly agreed it would be Simon and I went "Hey what about Kaylee?" And Nathan's response was "Kaylee's not pure!" And Jewel was like "Why not?! All she did was have sex!"

I almost caused a punch up *Evil laughter*

Now what I didn't mention, but I will now, is that Nathan was handing out bits of his script from the Rookie and a sticker, to those who asked a question. Now because I was the VERY last person, didn't expect anything but the guy who gave me the mic, ran down to Nathan and was like "Do you have anymore script bits?" And Nathan nodded his head, handed it to the guy and pointed AT ME before leaving. Turned out Nathan saw the hammer too and indicated to the guy to run to me! I didn't notice that but that was what this runner told me and I was like "HELL YEAH!"

I got some of his script!

I had a freaking amazing time too...Made friends, met some cool people saw some amazing costumes but the one that stood out for me was this guy dressed as Odin

All the leather, he hand stitched himself!

#Nathan Fillion #wales comic con 2023 #Malcolm Reynolds #Serenity #Firefly #Fuck anxiety #Fuck Depression #Mental Health #The rookie #Johnathan Nolan #Youtube

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thegroundsofbrooklyn · 11 months

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I MISSED YOU TOO TUMBLR IS AGAINST ME IT KEEPS EATING MY ASKS THOUGH IT SAID THEY SENT

OKAY SO THE PEOPLE FROM YOUR CORNER OF THE WORLD ONE DIRECTION I love Louis tomlinson so much. I loved him in 1d and loce him now. We had lots of pride stuff at our shows because well do you know the story of Larry stylinson? -Louis probably isn't straight (I mean being in love with your male best friend would suggest) but he has never specifically said what he is also he's so support of his LGBT fans and we love and support him so so much. He's so sweet and his music is great and real and he writes about sad things too!

soooooo I drove 3 hours to Ohio to see him on Thursday after work. I almost got heat exhaustion so hot. They did not have plain water for sale at like 80%of the vendors it was just beer and cocktails (yuck and also NOT HELPFUL IN 90 DEGREE HEAT), got upgraded for free Cuz they had empty seats closer (oh my fucking gosh I almost died of excitement l) IT WAS AMAZING HE WAS GREAT. I then proceeded to drive back and go to work on literally an hour or 2 of sleep and since the pandemic no where's open late anymore so I didn't eat for a day and a half opps.

I went to his Detroit show yesterday and it was lit. He literally said we were fucking unbelieveable a minimum of 4 times and thanked us and called Ohio then michigan(both of which I was at) the best shows his entire tour. I just wanted to hug him like a bazillion times.

#one directioner forever sorry to ramble about my lifelong love for 5 boys from the UK. I just love things veryyyyyyy intensely. Maybe not the normal amount but hey

The staff wouldnt let us get streamers from off the ground :( I know that's probably an odd thing to want what can I say it's a memory. Although I didnt basically sleep for 3 days it was so amazing and completely worth it. I wish I could live it a million times over. Everyone was happy, and Louis was happy:) I am not social, but the atmosphere of concerts and to a different degree professional theater is just something else. We're all there for one thing, and it's so Beautiful. It's one of those times that for me personally my depression anxiety and borderline are far from my mind. I feel euphoric on top of the world and being happy is very nice. Being happy with others; seeing two friends dance or shout words to each other or smile it makes you happy too. Even when I don't know them. So I guess I am social in liking to be around people but just not good at speaking to them.

I also lost my car in a field because they have no signage and in a sea of cars where the fuck did I park. Who knows I wandered for 20 minutes until I finally stumbled upon it. I can't even imagine those people who drink then look for cars like my human you bad decisioned.

My most unfavorite part of concerts is just getting out of the traffic jam afterword. I've learned to get to your car and sit there until there is no line of cars waiting and you're golden. (That usually takes a while bit is worth the headache and wasted gas. )

THAT IS SUPER EXCITING!! I wish you were going next month, lol. I hope you have the most fun!!!! Ahhhh boo tests BUT YAY CONCLUSION!!! That means in a few weeks I can annoy you with all the newsies thoughts xD

I WILL SEND MY FIC IDEA IN A DIFFERENT ASK BECAUSE IM SORRY THIS IS LONG. I kind of apologize for that but you did say tell you all the shenanigans xD

oh my god that sounds incredible and also so chaotic 😭 six year old me had the BIGGEST crush on all of one direction smdmdj i'm so happy you had a great time anon :))

i am going to west endsies next month, but only closing night because i'm away in the usa for about the first half of it anyway ... but i can always buy more tickets ...... 👀

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latinokaeya-moving · 1 year

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my dad picked me up from work today in the car and i was internally dreading it bc the car is Always what he uses to have a go at me but i will say i very expertly manoeuvred the conversation so that he never even got a chance to talk abt anything else :333 (i brought up the little kaeya keychain i had on my bag n then proceeded to ramble abt genshin for 20 minutes)

#x #gi posting #maybe genshin does save lives

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1, 8, 20, 35, 36

1- I don't know about crazy, but a few years ago, me and a friend were hurling water balloons from her terrace and one of them exploded INSIDE a speeding car. It stopped and stood there for like fifteen minutes and we were dying of laughter but also terrified the driver was going to call the police. They didn't, in the end, but it was hilarious. Now that I think of it, I've never actually done many crazy things. Only witnessed them. Sad.

8- Yeah, I have the standard ones. One through each ear, nothing fancy.

20- No one, not even myself. My closest friends will say, 'no, yeah, yeah, I get it' when I ramble, but that doesn't make me feel relieved, only more frustrated. Different people get different parts of me, I guess. But understanding myself is becoming a little easier now. And I'm the one closest to doing it.

35- A niche fact? Or a secret? Well, two birds with one stone and I'll tell you I do not know how to swim. Also, once I was talking to my friend and I said 'blorbo' out loud. And continued speaking. And she was like 'what'. And I was like 'ohhh yeah I remember now' and proceeded to explain to her what that means in Tumblr standards. In great detail.

36- I want to know why you're afraid of talking to people when so many of us are here to talk to you. It's okay if we're not close friends, because not all friends have to be. Also, I want to know if sending more of these asks helps, because it's easier to talk that way.

#mutuals #asks #nova #better than waffles 🧇

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princeanxious · 4 years

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#today is my first missed day in a month for not taking my adhd meds(im out) and #i have: soend a good 3 minutes getting entiretained by my ipads background shifting when i tilt the ipad in dif directions-#gotten really really sleepy- then got a massive headache-#-then proceeded to be a giggly fuck for three hours-#and then started to entertain myself with the very weird noises my voice can make for the past 20 min #i am. a mess #luka rambles

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sunder-soul · 3 years

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Chapter One: There's just something about those Riddle murders that doesn't quite make sense... Wordcount: 2.3k Content warning: language, allusions to bigotry.

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Name: MORFIN GORMLAITH GAUNT

Age: 46

Wand: fir, 10 ¾ inches, dragon heartstring

Residence: Gaunt Estate, Little Hangleton, Yorkshire

Marital status: -

Offense charge: three counts of murder in the primary degree

Date of charged offense: 1st July, 1943

Offense Detail: prisoner entered the residence of the Riddle family (Muggle, IM-00) and inflicting the Killing Curse (UC-001-1717) upon the three members of the Riddle family present; Thomas Riddle (63), Mary Riddle (60), and their son Tom Riddle (37). Use of the Killing Curse has been confirmed by Prior Incantato (see report DMLE-619-1951-BLE, SA: Robert Odgen).

Date of Testimony: 3rd July, 1943

Prisoner plea: guilty

Sentence: Azkaban, 360 years

Date of Sentence: 3rd July, 1943

You frown.

It’s very late, the candle your desk is barely a stub, the little flame hovering nervously on the surface of a broad pool of wax, and you’ve been copying over these stupid reports to the new, tamper-proof parchment forms for seven hours now – but something is extremely odd about these dates.

“McCollin,” you say slowly. “Did you work this case?”

“Hmm?” McCollin doesn’t look up at the desk beside you, head resting heavily on one hand and his spine curled into a perfect and truly concerning C-shape over his own stack of files. He looks close to passing out right there and then, salt-and-pepper hair a little greasy, scruffy five o’clock shadow, eyes bleary and shadowed.

“Gaunt,” you read, “1943. You were working with Odgen then, right?”

He snorts. “Yeah, I remember that nutter.”

“What happened?”

“Guy was from one of those ancient pure-blooded clans, you know, one of the real fanatical ones, inbreeding and liquidated assets and all,” McCollin yawns, dragging his hand down his face and smearing ink across his whiskered cheek. “Hated Muggles like nobody’s business."

“Yeah he killed three Muggles, right?” you peer at the report.

McCollin nods at the form he's copying. “Went off the deep end one day. Walked right up to their house and murdered ‘em. When they brought him in he was ranting and raving about how they’d had it coming for years.”

“He was arrested, charged, and sentenced within three days,” you say slowly.

He finally looks up at you. “So?”

“That’s the fasted processing I’ve ever seen.”

“The guy admitted to it, kiddo,” McCollin says in deadpan, “he had snakes nailed to his door and his family tree was basically a Christmas wreath.”

“Yeah, but… what made he snap?”

He laughs again, shaking his head despondently as he returns to his form. “You got a lot to learn.”

His tone wants to be fond but it just strikes you as patronising, especially considering the amount of times people have said that exact same stupid line to you. It’s like half the bloody department think being Muggle-born makes you incapable of understanding the subtle and unique intricacies of wizarding culture – as if bigotry and supremacists and assholes are exclusive to the magical world. “What?” you say a little too defensively.

“Families like that… guys like that… they’re not right in the head. Hate Muggles just to hate ‘em, reckon they’re all that’s wrong with the world. Honestly it’s a miracle he didn’t do it sooner.”

You look back down at the report, suspicions anything but assuaged. “Yeah,” you say quietly, “it is.”

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“Did you ever watch Gaunt’s testimony?”

“You’re still going on about that?” McCollin drawls, heaving the towering box of finished files up a bit as he heads for the lifts.

“I looked him up in Records and the memory’s only available with supervisor permission,” you push, following him quickly. “If you signed me off then I could get Owler to –”

He slams the button and stares at the little golden arrow above the elevator grate slowly sliding towards the basement floor. “And why in Merlin’s name do you want to watch the Gaunt trial?”

You slip your hands into the pockets of your purple Ministry robes. “I’m interested.”

“Interested,” he echoes, shooting you a look. “Is that so?”

“He was processed in three days, McCollin. If it was that obvious he was guilty, it must have been one hell of a trial.”

“It was,” he scoffs as the lift dings and the grate grinds to a noisy open. “Fine, but only if you finish Johan’s quota by five.”

The triumph is impossible to keep off your face and McCollin rolls his eyes at your immediate glee. “I’m on it,” you grin, spinning around and racing back to your desk to get started.

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“Merlin’s beard,” McCollin mutters, shaking his head at the stack of completed transcripts. “I gotta hold stuff over your head more often.”

“Just sign the slip, McCollin,” you smirk.

He sighs and grabs the quill from your hand, and you hold your breath as he scribbles his initials on the slip. “You’re obsessed,” he drawls.

You seize the slip and round on the lift, heart racing with excitement. “I’m interested.”

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The trial is absolutely insane.

Morfin Gaunt looks like a Witch Weekly cartoon caricature of a fanatical blood-purist and he rambles in a manic-edged, ceaseless torrent about how much he enjoyed murdering the Riddles as the Wizengamot mutters and blithers disapprovingly for about three hours – but something catches your attention right near the end. Something you can’t help but ask Owler about the second the memory ends and you’re thrown back into the Records Room.

“Who’s Merope?”

Owler’s sallow face looks about as thrilled at your question as he was at your request for the memory in the first place. “Merope Gaunt,” he says in a flat, nasally voice, waving his wand at the Pensieve and sending the memory swirling back into its phial.

“Merope Gaunt?”

Owler’s thin, anaemic lips downturn even more. “His sister.”

You stare at him. It is not at all what you’d expected. “And why did he call his sister a mud-soused, scumsucking slut?”

“Ask your supervisor.”

“He seemed to be saying he killed those people because of Merope, why on earth would his sister be why he –”

“I keep the records, I don’t conduct the investigations,” Owler interrupts with not inconsiderable disdain. “Now if you could please –”

“Did they bring Merope in for testimony?”

Owler gives your continuing presence a very dirty look. “No.”

“Why not?”

He pushes the door to the Records room open and stares at you.

You try to hold your ground but Owler is unrelenting, and you're forced to step past him with a curt sigh. “Right, well, good afternoon, Owler, thanks for –”

The door slams shut behind you.

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“Get what you wanted?” McCollin smirks as you collapse stony-faced into your chair.

“I forgot how impressively unpleasant it is to talk to Owler,” you mutter, resting your head in your hands. “Did you know about Merope?”

“Merope?”

“Yeah, Morfin’s sister.”

“Didn’t know he had one,” McCollin says disinterestedly.

“He was saying some stuff that made it sound like she’s why he killed those Muggles.”

“Uh huh.”

You lift your head, giving him an incredulous look. “He said she’s why he murdered three people, McCollin. How does that not interest you?”

McCollin throws down his quill and sighs sharply. “Look kiddo, the guy’s rotting in Azkaban, he admitted to the murders, they found the curses in his wand, and he had a memory of the whole thing. What exactly are you hoping to achieve here?”

You can barely believe it. “Why isn’t Merope Gaunt mentioned in any of his trial documents?” you say sharply.

“Either she wasn't relevant to the proceedings, or she's dead, or he made her up,” McCollin shrugs, “like I said, the guy went off the deep end.”

“But why doesn’t it say –”

“Just drop it,” he sighs impatiently, “you have work to do, and I won’t have you wasting clocked time on some case from nearly a decade ago.”

“Come on, McCollin, can’t you admit that it’s weird that –”

“I said drop it,” he says sharply, “don’t make me be the big mean supervisor here, you know I hate it.”

You glare at him. “Fine,” you say through gritted teeth.

It’s almost too easy to pull Morfin’s old file from where it’s still sitting in the refuse pile and subtly charm a copy of it that evening.

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Merope Gaunt, as far as you can tell, fucking vanished off the face of the earth in 1925.

There’s nothing, no addresses, no marriage or death notice, no registered Floo connections, no DRC calls for gnomes or doxies or even the odd kappa, not a single trace of her after Morfin and their father Marvolo had a stint in Azkaban for assaulting Bob Odgen back in the 20s.

It seems like the second they were locked up, she scarpered.

You sit back in the Archives Hall and let out a long breath, flipping the folder shut dejectedly. Morfin’s file is a thick wad of anti-Muggle hate crimes rivalled only by his father’s, and closer inspection had revealed that the Gaunt family estate sat a cool twenty minutes' walk from Riddle House where the murders had occurred. If Morfin had lived so close to some of the Muggles he hated so much, he’d been sitting on a clear motive for murder for years.

So why suddenly snap?

What had pushed him over the edge?

Why did he cite Merope in his deranged testimony?

Why talk about her in that way?

Where the hell did she go?

There are endless questions and zero answers. Plus, you kind of get the feeling that if McCollin saw you hunched in the Archives after-hours trying to find those answers, you’d get your pay docked.

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That night, you sit bolt upright in bed with a surge of electric realisation.

Mud-soused… scumsucker…

You’ve heard that language before. You’ve processed about four hundred case files of harassment with that language.

“Idiot,” you breathe, smacking your forehead and falling back onto your pillows with a thump. “Idiot, of course…”

Because that’s the way Pure-blood extremists talk about witches and wizards who've fallen in love with Muggles.

Suddenly, you have a pretty good idea where Merope might have disappeared to the moment her blood-obsessed brother and father were out of the picture, and a pretty good idea of where you might be able to look to find her. Because you’ve been looking in the wrong place.

You’ve been looking for her in the wizarding world.

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“I have the craziest news for you,” you grin, slamming a silver Sickle on the counter and taking your seat at the bar.

“You say that twice a month,” Mori grumbles, setting your drink down and sliding the coin into his huge, calloused hand.

“It’s true twice a month.”

“It’s true half as much as you think.”

“I found her.”

Mori’s dark brows raise. It makes his gruff face look slightly less intimidating. “The lady from that old case you're into?”

“Yeah,” you beam, seizing your drink and leaning forward. “Started going through marriage certificates, and –”

“You’re telling me that your big-shot Ministry intern arse has been working this thing for a month and you didn’t even check marriage certificates?”

“Not Muggle ones,” you smirk.

Mori takes a glass off the bar and starts to clean it as he peers at you. “Go on.”

“She married the same guy her brother murdered, Mori,” you breathe, glancing around to make sure none of the shady denizens of Moribund’s are listening – it’s not like the bar's regular patrons are so welcoming to your big-shot Ministry intern arse on the best of days considering you’re half-way down Knockturn Alley in the dead of night. “They fucking ran away together!”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Mori mutters.

“Exactly!”

“What are you going to do about it?”

You shrug, taking a sip of your drink and feeling supremely pleased with yourself.

“What, you spent that much time investigating this thing for no reason?”

“Nah,” you say quietly, lips still in a smile. “I have a feeling there’s more to it than this. I still have to find out what happened to her after they got married and her brother murdered his new in-laws.”

“And what’s this guy’s name again?”

You give him a dry look. “You know I can’t tell you names, Mori, I’m pushing the bounds of my contract telling you this much already.”

He shrugs his massive shoulders, casting a wary look around the dark bar. “If you’re looking for people who might know a thing or two about murderers and Muggle-haters, you’ve come to the right place.”

“I’m here to talk to you, Mori, not the murderers and Muggle-haters.”

“You’re here to drink cheap and rant to someone who won’t rat you out to your boss,” he growls.

You give him another grin. “Cheers to that.”

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You find Merope’s name in a record tome of an old church parish almost by accident. There’s barely any information there, just one name on a huge list of those buried in the pauper’s graveyard less than ten blocks from where you’re sat amongst the looming shelves of the Muggle public archives at that exact moment.

But there is something.

It says she died in a place called 'Wool’s Orphanage' on New Year’s Eve in 1926. It’s not hard to guess why she might have been there, and how she probably died.

Merope Gaunt had a child.

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justmochi · 3 years

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Moral Support

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 1.8k

summary :: eden supports seokmin and seventeen at practice for their world tour.

time :: august 2019

a/n :: more wholesome eunmin content. do u know where this is going?

Things like this didn’t happen often, but when it did, everyone welcomed Eden with open arms. She knew that her best friend and his group were working hard preparing for their world tour. She had made sure that it was okay to stop by the practice room before proceeding to make plans. She carried an insulated bag into the building and made her way upstairs.

She looked like just another staff member who would peek their head in. She was in awe at the synchronization and elegance of the members. She would always be impressed by the difficulty of their choreography and how everyone managed to pull it off even though it looked so exhausting.

It was getting harder for Seokmin and Eden to keep up with each other, mostly because seventeen was booked and blackpink were into the dungeon again. Their texts were dry given how drained he was. When they did talk on the phone, Eden would be rambling on for 20 minutes before the line was quiet and he fell asleep soundly. She knew that she wanted to do something nice for the group despite how tired they were.

The song ended, the boys keeping their composure until the choreographer would clear them. He happened to glance over to see Eden, the short haired blonde with extremely grown out roots, dangling her bag around her fingers.

“Okay, break!” His voice echoed through the large room, earning grunts of relief from the members. Her eyes scanned for Seokmin, watching him fall and sprawling his limbs out on the wooden floor. Most of everyone would keep it on the low when break was called, scattering to the perimeter for their water. But Seokmin always made sure to make it obvious he was ready for a break.

“Minee,” She called for him, waving her arm in the air until he lifted his head and scanned the room. His face was full of surprise as he gasped. He flipped onto his stomach, using his hands to slide himself across the floor. She snorted, sitting in her place and digging into the bag to pull out all the different flavored milks she had packed.

She was quick to select his favorite and poke the straw through. Now laying in front of her, he dropped his head to the floor and was catching his breath. She placed it in front of him, proceeding to run her fingers through his hair that stuck to his forehead with sweat. She took her hand back and wiped it on his hoodie.

“Why do you wear such heavy clothes to practice?” She scolded him as he raised his head and grabbed the milk to start drinking.

He let out a sigh of relief as the milk was refreshing and pleased his taste buds. He ignored her question, but she knew that there was no reasonable answer in his mind. He just wore the baggy clothing to practice and would pay for it a few hours in.

“Eden has refreshments!” He announced to the room as it echoed off the walls. Seungkwan hurried over, dragging his soles as they squeaked against the floors. He snatched two cups, thanking her for the treats. It was the least she could do. It also had sugar, so it would energize them just a little bit.

“Wow, thank you Noona. These hit the spot.” Seungkwan had almost completely drank one dry by how thirsty he was.

“There’s enough for everybody.” Eden took it upon herself to grab a strawberry milk. Seokmin rolled over on his back and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing.

“Are you drinking your water?” She knew she had to look out for him especially when he was this busy.

“Mhm, after every song I get a couple chugs in,” Jeonghan smiled, thanking her with his body language as he sneaked in to get some milk. After poking his straw through, the older member gently kicked Seokmin’s leg. “This is our first break of the day though, so thank you for coming when you did.”

“It’s my treat. I was a little worried about coming, I didn’t want to intrude or distract anyone.”

He smiled, wiping the floor with his hoodie as he slithered to lay his head on her lap. “If I had a rag, I would definitely wipe all this sweat off.” She snorted as she was careful not to touch any of the beads of sweat.

“It’s kinda warm in here, I don’t understand how you manage with so many layers.” When Eden was at practice, she usually wore a long shirt and leggings. She didn’t want sweatpants or layers upon layers weighing her down.

“They try to keep the temperature in the middle, but we sweat too easily so it’s inevitable.”

She held his head in her lap, massaging his temples with her thumb. “You better remember to eat too.”

“I know because if I don’t you’re gonna-” He exaggerated his imitation of her.

“Dislocate your shoulder.” The two spoke in sync. It was one of the things that Eden would say so that he would actually take care of himself. She may have been smaller than him, but she can be scary.

His members looked at them, keeping straight faces over how cute they were. The youngest made their way over to Eden, picking themselves a milk out of the selection. It meant the world to Seokmin that they liked Eden and would look forward to whenever they would hang out or she would drop by the studio.

One day back then she showed up at their dance practice, perfecting one of their choreographies as a group. Eden had cheered each of them on when someone would have a misstep or finally getting a move down after struggling for hours. She would even follow their lead and learn the dances with them as she had nothing to do other than watch them.

Whenever they would call for a break, Eden would be right there to pass Seokmin his water and even volunteer to the others to refill theirs. They’d sit by each other against the wall and she would always vocalize how fascinated she was by their dances. Even though she was there for them all spiritually, it was a distraction for him. He would always try his best, making sure not to mess up in front of her. He’d find her reflection in the big mirrors on the wall and it encouraged him immediately.

By how many times she’s visited during their practice, he adjusted so he wouldn’t be exposed for zoning out. Somehow it seemed like she was a member of the group by how well she knew their techniques, routines, even their favorite drinks and foods. He was thankful that she didn’t single anyone out.

She was always there for moral support, uplifting not only Seokmin, but the staff, the members, and even the choreographers.

“Isn’t it funny how I just finished my world tour, and now you’re going on one?” The corner of her lips curled as she patted his cheeks, handling him like a toddler.

“Which is why we’re hanging out after I get out of practice.” He started, laying in her lap with tired eyes. They would arrive at the practice room as early as 5am and leave as late at 11pm.

“I know, but you have to remember to sleep. You’re not gonna do well with 3 hours of sleep.”

“I could say the same to you.” He opened one eye , squinting to look up at her.

“Hey, in my defense, I’ve had insomnia ever since I moved here.”

They would always go on venting about their trainee days, sharing funny and stupid stories. He was always interested in hearing about her life back in Germany. He understood the entirety of her family situation more than anyone else. Of course, her members knew and offered their support, but they lived together for years.

She never talked about it to just anyone, it would always be hard to understand and they would just nod their head as the information went in one ear and came out the other. So whenever her past bothered her in her present days, Seokmin knew how upsetting it was for her.

His subliminal inserts of english words when he talked was funny to her. She would always repeat his ‘okay’ and ‘oh my gosh’ because it was so cute. He would then say it again as they went back and forth spitting words out in english.

“Yah, Eunhye, how did you get past the entrance?” Seungkwan shouted from across the room, sipping on his milk.

“Your manager.” It wasn’t hard for her to get in. Actually, she befriended their manager and would always ask when she could stop by and surprise them.

“At this rate, she’s gonna break into our dorms when we’re asleep and steal our things.” Soonyoung joked while holding his water. Even though it was their break, he was still trying to figure out the routines.

Seokmin laughed, causing Eden to roll her eyes and push him off of her. She pouted as she sucked on the straw and listened in to the boy's conversations. She knew breaks would be shorter today and she couldn’t hang around as long so they could focus.

The man was starting to feel claustrophobic in his hoodie, pulling the fabric over his head and into his lap. He fixed his tank that hung low around his neck. He crawled on his knees to grab another milk and began drinking it like a baby.

“Ooh Seok, have you been lifting?” Joshua ogled at his prominent biceps with high brows.

He took a big sip before swallowing, “Yeah, lifting Eden.” He looked in the opposite direction of her with an innocent expression. His members were quite shocked at his comeback.

Seokmin felt a hard, loud slap against his arm as everyone gasped into laughter. Eden didn’t take it too lightly. It echoed through the room and they’d be surprised if it didn’t bruise tomorrow. He held his arm, mouth hanging open as he turned to her, acting as if he was on the verge of tears.

Eden was not expecting the slap to be that hard or loud, and she instantly felt bad afterwards. She whined as she got on her knees to hug his head close to her.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” She apologized profusely and worried if she actually hurt him. This caused tears to well up in her eyes, pulling away and massaging his arm. Seokmin was still in shock, his arm stinging as she tried to comfort him.

“He deserved it after that comment.” Soonyoung clapped his hands as Eden continued to apologize.

“I’m sorry! Are you hurt? Do you need ice?” She whined as he tried to collect himself. He was silently laughing, trying to tell her he was fine but the words wouldn't come out.

“I didn’t mean it!” He held her hands to halt her rubbing and pulled her into a hug. His stomach hurt from laughing too hard, out of breath as he patted her head and brushed her hair.

“It’s okay, it’s fine. I’m sorry, that joke was completely out of line!” He tried to convince her everything was okay and that he was alright, but she still carried on crying.

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