#they were at a party due to their siblings and my ma mentioned she was walking around and heard my dad's laughter above everyone's

[bluerosefox]

Courting Chaos (to Balance)

A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.

Leaving with a

"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"

And fire and chaos in his wake.

While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.

When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.

"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."

"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.

-x-x-

So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.

Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.

Very simple.

Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.

Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.

And Balance.

Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.

Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.

It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.

Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.

He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.

Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.

Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.

All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.

High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)

Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)

It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.

Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...

Yeah not good.

Only...

Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.

And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.

-x-x-

"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."

".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."

"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #KlarionxDanny #ngl kinda based Klarion crushing off how my parents meet #they were at a party due to their siblings and my ma mentioned she was walking around and heard my dad's laughter above everyone's #said she really liked his laugh and found him at the party #very loosely based on my ma getting her crush on my dad #anyways Klarion is crushing hard #he cant ask Ellie though. He may have just meet her but he can sense shes gonna be a gremlin about it #so he goes to the one person he knows is a in a relationship! in the modern age too! #only he kidnaps Tim and well... #chaos #meanwhile Danny gushes to his friends about a cute chaos lord he spotted at the meeting #he wants to talk to him but Ellie is being a troll and not telling him anything about her new friend

[swissboyhisch]

First Date to First Dance

Pairing: Nathan Bastian x Reader

Summary: A song followed you through your relationship with Nathan, from first date to first dance.

Word Count: 3245

Warnings: Use of Y/N once. Mentions of love, some mentions of a wedding dress and other of nudity. I didn't look up his sister's name, I couldn't find it so I just did a random name. Also swearing.

A/N: This is for the lovely @shinyfalcon4 who is my Hockey Girlies Christmas Fic exchange buddy! I really hope you love this because I loved writing this. @mp0625 for the masterlist :) also unedited so soz for any mistakes.

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Never could be sweeter than with you

Finally, winter break came around and your family was preparing for their annual Christmas Party. It was an all day long list of preparations your mother had perfected over the years. Your family’s closest friends, along with some of the Neighbours, were all invited to yours for a fun evening of food and drinking. 

Your mother called you into the kitchen where she was preparing a chicken to go into the oven. “Can you be a sweetheart and get the oven door for me?” 

“Sure Ma.” You turned to do as she asked before closing it once the food was in. “Do you need help with anything?” 

“If you could make your gingerbread fudge, that would be fantastic. Everyone always asks for the recipe.”

The apron was handed to you. A patchwork of different Christmas fabrics your grandmother had made for you when you became old enough to help with the Christmas baking. Just like it was tradition on Christmas Eve in your family. The women of your family prepare the large dinner and things for lunch the following day. 

When you finished your fudge and it was in the fridge chilling, you double-checked with your mum she didn’t need any more help before finding your father and older brother out the front. The pair were setting up the Christmas lights. Due to work, neither hadn’t gotten around to setting them up before today. 

“Hey jellybean,” Your dad grinned when he spotted you rugged up in your winter coat. 

“Need any help?”

Your brother threw a snowball at you. Right at your face. 

“You bitch! Josh, I’m going to kill you.”

“Language,” Your dad chuckled as you took off to chase your brother around. 

You were soon sent inside for being a distraction to your brother. With your mum all good in the kitchen and your dad and brother nearly finished with the Christmas lights, you decide to start getting ready. You had a couple hours but why not get ready early. It meant you'd be ready by the time the Bastian family arrived. 

A pair of new jeans and your favourite, most cozy, Christmas sweater was the outfit choice. Paired with a red clip in your hair to keep your hair out of your face. Simple but cute outfit. By the time you were ready, you heard the doorbell ring through the halls of your home. There was only one guess needed for who was here early. Your neighbours.

“I’ll get it!” You shout as you race to the door. 

The door swung open to reveal the Bastian family. Nate stood with his older siblings, Nick and Natalie, and his parents. All dressed in festive outfits. 

“Welcome, come in!”

As each member passed you, you got a hug. Leaving Nate till last. The pair of you grinned, sharing a hug before closing the door and retreating to your room. There was still another hour until the rest of the guests would most likely arrive. 

“So I was thinking that we could sneak out and go for a drive to look at Christmas lights,” Nate suggested as he took in what you were wearing. It was like you were glowing. 

“Really?”

It wasn’t a secret that you loved Christmas. Your favourite part was going for a drive around your city to look at the lights. Usually Nick, Natalie and your brother would take you two with them for their annual drive. But this year, both you and Nate had gotten your license. 

Nate blushed, “Yeah, I’ll drive. You can sit in the passenger seat with a blanket and hot chocolate. I’ll even let you choose the music.”

“That sounds amazing! Oh my, a perfect night.”

“A perfect first date?” The boy in front of you asked shyly. His voice trailing off more with every syllable. 

“A date?” You whisper. “Really?”

When Nate nodded his head in agreement – too nervous to speak – you hugged him tightly. Blushing and pulling away when you realised that you probably seemed too eager. “I’d, uh, love to go on a date with you.”

Those words washed away all the teen’s nerves. Nate laughed loudly, picking you up and spinning you around. The pair of you stared at each other with wide smiles. Both clearly happy with the moment. You found yourself leaning in, closing the distance between yourself and Nate. 

“Come on you two, come socialise,” Your mother called from the living room. “We haven’t even seen Nathan before you stole him away.”

The sound of your mother killed the moment but that didn’t stop Nate from lacing his fingers with yours and leading the way to your family. He parted for a split second to hug you mum and shake hands with your dad. Your brother gave him a knuckles before Nate returned to your side. 

“Ever the guard dog,” Josh muttered to Nick, his best friend. 

“Always,” he laughed. 

The party was in full swing by the time that you and Nate decided to ditch it and go on your little adventure. While he made you a hot chocolate for your drive, you changed your pants into a pair of pyjama pants. The two of you snuck out and over to his place. After pulling your favourite blanket from his bed and he changed into his pyjamas, you two piled into the car. Off on an adventure. 

“You look comfy,” Nate smiled softly, glancing away from the road for a second to see you snuggled under the blanket, thermos of hot chocolate in hand. 

Under the glow of the nearby house’s Christmas lights, Nate looked so handsome. Just who you’ve come to love over the years of being best friends and neighbours. “I am so happy right now.”

“Me too.”

One of your favourite songs started to play through the radio. The whistling intro to Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros started to float through the speakers. A song you recognised immediately.

“Oh I love this song,” You smile as Nate goes to turn the song up. 

Nate knew this was a favourite song of yours. Having heard it over the years since you had first discovered it. Now as he drove up to the next house on their list, he listened closer to the lyrics. Suddenly it hit him. This was how he felt about you. He parked in front of the house lit up by thousands of little lights. You turned to him as he heard ‘never could be sweeter than with you’ and it all fell into place. You were the one. Even though you weren’t dating, he knew. 

Nate pulled you closer, caressing your face as he felt your uneven breath on his lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course,” You grin, closing the distance between you two. Lips moulding together as the song goes into the trumpet part. This song was how you felt about Nate.

Home is wherever I'm with you

Nathan had training today and it was tiring but he had something to look forward to tonight. Tonight was the New Jersey Devils’ Christmas Party. That meant he got to show you off to his teammates. Something he’s never shy of doing. Especially at Christmas. 

Since the two of you had been dating, your love for Christmas blossomed. Which meant it passed on to Nate. It was both of your favourite time of the year now. Every light reminded you of your first date together. Of your anniversary. Your love was at the roots of the festive season.

What was even better was that he was back in New Jersey after the frustrating stint in Seattle with the Kraken. Neither of you felt at home while he was there but as had become the motto getting you through each day was ‘home is wherever I’m with you’. A lyric from what had become their song. It was their way of reminding each other though Seattle wasn’t New Jersey, he had you. 

Nate could hear the music coming from his bathroom. Since moving back to Newark, all he wanted was to be with you 24/7. To come home after a hard training to you somewhere in the apartment. Making it come to life. But you had your own apartment you had to return to every couple of days or when Nate was on a roadie. 

Even now, he could see bits of your spread out in his apartment. A few stray pieces of clothing left on the ground from their sexcapades the other night. Pictures of the couple over the years; their first christmas as a couple, his draft, their first christmas with the team. Even the little things like your keys on the hook, your brush sitting on the couch, the smell of your cookies wafting through the apartment. It wasn’t home without you.

“Nate, is that you?”

Without waiting another second, Nate started to peel off layers of clothes until he was only in his underwear, standing outside the bathroom door. He opened the door and saw your naked form swaying to the music. Eyes closed as you watched your hair. His briefs hit the ground and he slid into the shower behind you.

The familiar whistle echoed through the bathroom. Off the tiles. Then your soft voice sang along with the music. Nate sang along as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Hi baby.”

“Hey, welcome home,” You smiled, spinning around and resting your arms on his shoulders. “How was training?”

He grunted in response. His head tucking into your neck as you lightly ran your fingers up and down his back in a calming matter. The two of you just stood under the running water, listening to the soft music echoing off the tiles.

“That bad?”

“Yeah.”

You sigh lightly, scratching the nape of his neck with your nails. One of his favourite things. “Oh baby.”

“I wanna come home to you every day,” Nate muttered, tightening his grasp on you. 

“What was that?” 

The man took a deep breath, deciding it was finally time to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since he had left for Seattle. One he regretted now asking earlier. “Will you move in with me? I wanna come home to you every day. Just seeing your beautiful smile makes my day a billion times better.” 

“Oh baby, of course I will,” You grin, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. The final chorus was playing as you shared a smile. “Home is wherever I’m with you.”

I never loved one like you.

Christmas was always one of your favourite times of year. Especially since you and Nate got together. This year was like every other. Well maybe expect the fact this year you two were hosting both families. Nate had a game both before and after the big day so you couldn’t travel back to good old Mississauga. But that wasn’t stopping your families. 

Christmas morning and you found yourself in the kitchen with both your mothers, Natalie, Anna (your sister-in-law) and Lila (Nick’s wife). It was a full family affair. Waffles, eggs, bacon, and more all planned for breakfast. All three of you had a mimosa close by as the men of the family hung out in the lounge room watching a random hockey game replay. 

“It’s Christmas, can you guys please put something else on for once?” Nate’s mum sighed, hearing the commentating of the game. 

Without an argument, surprisingly, the guys turn off the tv and put on spotify. Nate hooks it up to the speakers you have running through the house and plays some carols. When breakfast was ready, all of you got comfy around the dining table. 

“Kiddo, can you please pass me the bacon?” Josh asked.

“Here,” you smirk, picking up a single piece and placing it on his outstretched hand. 

“You little shit.”

Your mum sighs, “Can we please just save the fighting for a day? An hour even?”

Instead of annoying your mum even more, you did as your brother asked and grabbed the plate of bacon and passed it over. Not before grabbing your own pieces. Bacon and maple syrup would always be one of your favourite combinations. 

When breakfast was finished, the family made their way into the lounge room, finding themselves sat all around. This year it was Nate’s turn at being “Santa”. Which just meant reading the labels and passing them to who it was for. Slowly, one by one, the large pile of presents under the tree was dispersed to the correct individuals. And soon enough it looked empty under the tree. 

Everyone started opening their presents, words of gratitude shared from one person to another when their gift was revealed. Though you were happily opening your gifts, Nate hadn’t touched his. And he seemed nervous. 

“You okay?” You mumble to him, trying not to alert the families if something was wrong. 

The man just sent you a small smile, “Just want to see you open mine.”

One by one, you opened the pile of presents in front of you. Mum. Dad. Brother. Nate’s Parents. His siblings. A present from each person in the room except one from him. 

“Nate, baby, I don’t see one with your name on it.”

Nate stood up and went back to the tree and grabbed a small gift hidden in the tree, behind to tinsel to conceal it. 

“I found it,” He states handing you the present to unwrap. 

As you slowly unwrapped the small present, Nate sank to one knee. When you looked up at him, realising what’s going on, he grabbed the now unwrapped ring box and opened it. Revealing the gorgeous ring he had picked out just for you. With the help of both of your brothers. 

That’s when you heard the familiar whistle echo through the room and house. Filling it with the notes of your love song. 

“I love you,” Nate begins, his hands shaking with nerves. “The couple years have been a ride, that’s for sure. But I wouldn’t want to be on it with anyone else but you. I never loved one like you–”

“Yes,” You interrupt excitedly. You had tears running down your cheeks. Happy ones of course. “I want to marry you. Tomorrow even.”

Nate slid the ring onto the correct finger. Which was shaking with excitement. As soon as he completed the task, you flung yourself at him, tackling him to the ground in a loveful bliss. Just like the laugh he let out. 

“I’ve never loved anyone like you,” You whisper, in time with the song, before pressing your lips to his. The love pouring out as your family all celebrates around you. You were getting married.

Alabama, Arkansas. I do love my ma and pa. Not that way that I do love you.

Mrs Bastian. Who could believe it. Certainly not yourself or Nate. Both of you were still trying to wrap your heads around the fact you two were married. After so long of dating. 

The day had been perfect. From the morning spent getting ready with your loved ones to the moment Nate first saw you in your dress. Yes, he even cried at the sight. Then his speech that made you nearly ruin your make-up (thank god for water proof makeup). So far, it was perfect and you knew the rest of the night would also be perfect.

Here you were with your husband behind the barn doors, waiting on being announced by the DJ. All of the bridal party had already entered the reception tTo a couple party songs. Some of which were a little ridiculous but were a right laugh. Now it was your turn. Well you and Nate’s. Nate pulled you closer, sneaking another kiss. 

“I love you, wifey.”

“I love you too hubby,” You grin, pressing your lips to his once more. 

“Are you ready for this?”

You giggle, “I’m always ready.”

Then you heard the DJ. “Please welcome, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bastian!”

The large doors swung open and you two walked in to clapping and cheering. When you reached the dance floor, Nate was sure to spin you around, showing off your white dress for the reception. Then he proceeded to dip you, kissing you in front of all the friends and family that were present. 

“Get some Big Nate!” A voice that sounded awfully like Jack Hughes shouted. 

The pair of you shared a laugh with many others who had heard the boy’s words. Instead of doing the first dance after the food comes out, you both had decided to do it first. It was how you wanted to start off such a great night of celebrating your love. 

“To kick off the long night, the newlyweds will be doing their first dance.”

The familiar whistle started to play and you two wrapped your arms around each other. Anyone who knew the couple knew this was their song. One that has followed them throughout the relationship. 

“Alabama, Aarkansas,” Nate starts to sing quietly as you two sway to the song. 

“I do love my ma and pa,” You continue.

You both smile as you sing the next words. “But not the way that I do love you.”

You come to rest your head on his chest, just listening to him sing to you as you dance. This, ever since you realized this song was your song, was your first dance song. And being in the moment made you know you made the right choice. With the song and Nate. Sure, you knew before this you two would get married. But it made you feel at peace knowing you and Nate were in it for the long run that is life. 

“(Y/N),” Nate spoke, going along with the song but changing the lyrics.

“Nathan.”

“Do you remember that day I took you to see Christmas Lights?”

You couldn’t help but grin at the change of lyrics, “I sure do, you drove me all around town.”

“Well, you looked out the window, admiring every light you saw and pointing out every house you loved, you remember that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, there's something I never told you about that night”

“What didn't you tell me?” You knew the lyrics but every time you and Nat reenact this little part, it always made you grin that cheesy in love smile. Especially with the change he’s made. Hearing Nate speak about falling in love made those damn butterflies come back. Every. Time.

Nate came to cup your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes. “While you were sitting in the passenger seat, with your blanket and drinking your hot chocolate, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you. And I never told you 'til just now.”

“Aww.”

No matter how many times you and Nate heard this song, it will always be your favourite. As the last chorus played, both of you thought back on your relationship. How many times this song happened to be playing at important moments. From the first date to the day he proposed. This song was a way to show your love to each other. The love of your relationship. Exactly what you were doing right now. 

You two sing the last line to each other, encapsulating both of your feelings into those same 7 words. “Home is when I'm alone with you.”

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[damfinofanfiction]

Chapter 15: The Journal and Roscoe’s Wedding

Over the course of three days since she last saw Buster, Gail heard those knocks again, but this time it was a delivery man who brought her flowers. They were nicer than the ones she got before. On the note attached to the bouquet, she read the message; Dear Gail, it was I who’s the chump when I realized that I should’ve got you something when I came over. No matter, it’s not too late anyway. Wishing you the best of health and hope you had plenty of rest! - BK. Grabbing the vase and filling it with flowers, she smiled at his gesture. Then another day, Gail went out to the movie theater to see The Iron Mule, as Buster had recommended. She hadn't been in a cinema for a while because she was busy working in a background role and so much else was going on. When the short played, Gail recognized the featured locomotive, The Rocket Train, from Keaton's Our Hospitality. She thought it was likely due to Arbuckle's connections to his colleague. Seven minutes into the film, an Indian showed up in the frame to board one of the coaches. When Buster mentioned looking out for that character, Gail wondered he secretly took part as that Indian. She couldn't recognize him underneath the concealing makeup. When the train rolled without the engineer and most of the passengers, the Indian escaped by throwing a rope to the stake, when he made a landing and then performed a somersault when the rope caught up to him, Gail knew that was Buster from his past stunts. He confirmed it when he came over to check on her the next day.

“Yes, I was that Indian fellow for the stunts,” said the comedian, sitting beside Gail at her table. “And you know that Train was one of my films?”

“Right! Our Hospitality!” She chirped in. “I knew as soon as I saw it.” Gail was grateful that he called before to confirm another visit before lunch break is over. Sally had practice, so they wouldn’t worry about her barging in. She had put together cucumber sandwiches for him in thanks for comforting her. 

“My team did a fine job building the Rocket that everybody thought it’s a real deal since it looked authentic,” he said taking a bite.

Gail poured herself the last of the milk for the day, “Did you ever think that you would be a film director?”

“Hell, I never saw myself stepping into the film 10 years ago.” He excused himself for using obscenity in her presence. She didn't mind. She drank the milk as he continued telling his story, “My pop never let us go to the flickers growing up. He thought they were a fad.” He continued, “William Randolph Hearst offered us to make a two-reeler based on the comic strip that ran on his papers, but Pop rejected the idea, saying that nobody would want to watch Three Keatons on a bedsheet for a dime. I ended up working with Roscoe some years before that Hearst bastard helped slander his name on the headlines.” 

“Just too bad he’s reduced to making cheap comedies,” Gail sighed.

“He’ll get back on his feet. I’m sure of it,” Buster looked at her cast, then to her face, “What’ll happen to you once the cast is off?”

Gail could never be more excited to get the stiff plaster off her arm. Of course, she needed to expand her film experience once she was able to work again. “I could go out looking for background roles again,” she said. “I hope to hear from Mr. Sennett again.”

“I thought you quit working on shorts.”

She reminded him, “If he offered me a leading or supporting role, I will do so. I can always make time for features.”

While Buster was about to say something to her, he noticed something on her couch, “What’s this you got there?” He pointed to a larger book on the coffee table. 

Appalled, Gail didn't realize that she left it there, “Oh, it’s nothing- it’s something, it’s not too important- for you.” she carried it with her arm. it then slipped off to the floor. Buster offered to help. The ticket stub was discarded to the floor she picked it up quickly, opened the album, and glued the stub back in its place.

“Ah it’s like a Scrapbook,” he said peeking onto the pages with Gail hiding them from him, “My mother made one of the articles from the time when we performed in vaudeville as The Three Keatons.”

“These are for my eyes only not yours.” She closed her journal and placed it under the table, “We never brought up your parents and siblings. How are they?”

He sat down beside her, “Everyone’s doing alright. Ma and the siblings live together. My brother Jingles works in real estate. My sister Louise is finishing another year of school.” 

“What about your father?”

He sighed as he took a pause. He replied, “My Folks are separated.”

Gail gave him a sullen look, “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“They aren’t divorced, but it felt strange.” he turned away from her, “I didn’t want to talk about it.”

Gail understood right away that Buster was worried about his marriage. She knew he was an unfaithful husband since the end of last year. What she had learned since moving to Los Angeles is that divorce is common for celebrity couples. Buster loved Natalie, but he's unhappy with her and they’ll likely split up. She would tell him that he married the wrong woman and he shouldn't suffer, but instead, she picked up her journal and told him, bringing his attention back, "I wrote something about you."

Gail opened a nicely written page from her journal with Buster looking over her shoulder. The page said as it followed; Sure, Buster almost dresses like Chaplin’s tramp character. but what differs between him and Chaplin is that he didn’t need a greasepaint mustache or that certain make-up to make him more ridiculous. What he needed is his stone face. I’m sure he knew he could be funny on his own.

“This is nice,” Buster complimented, “You wrote it better than what I read from the critics.” 

She smiled, “Oh, thank you.”

She patted him in the back, “I don't know what it's like to have parents split up. I imagine how difficult it must be for you. We don't have to talk about your parents unless you feel like it.” 

“Gail,” He placed his hand onto her shoulder, “I still want you in my next film. Although it may not be the leading role you were hoping for, I will make sure your role is valued.”

“I was thinking of asking for a background role, guess you beat me to it!” She giggled, which made Buster smile as it was the first time she had ever laughed in front of him.

When Buster brushed his fingers to her cheek, the sight of his wristwatch enabled him to check it, “I gotta get back to my studio!” they stood up, Gail escorted him to the door as the comedian took one last bite of the cucumber sandwich, he thanked her as they shook hands. Keaton didn’t let it go after they stopped, “May I kiss your hand?” 

Gail didn't hesitate when she accepted. Buster tugged her right hand by the fingers as he bowed to have his lips make contact with her hand for a bit before leaving her home in a hurry. Through the window, Gail watched him get into his car and drive off as she waved.

 After cleaning the table, she sat down on her couch and turned to a page with a photo of Buster as a child and an old article about the Three Keatons which she had gotten from an old family friend. Gail’s eyes fell on the very hand Keaton planted a kiss on and had her hand to her lips, like if he kissed her.

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Buster didn’t bring up to Gail that Roscoe was getting married in worry that he might jinx it. His former mentor was going to marry Doris Deane almost two months ago. His first wife Minta filed for divorce in Paris as a result, the divorce was not legally binding for weeks according to French law. So it had to be postponed. The Wedding was held in the home of Deane’s mother. The altar was surrounded by flowers. Buster, appointed as the best man, stood beside Arbuckle as the judge officiated the ceremony. Keaton’s eyes went to Natalie, a matron of honor, holding a flower bouquet. It all made him think the last time the Tux wearing Keaton stood on the same altar as his wife was their wedding day. It was in Long Island, They were very much in love. Buster’s ankle was still recovering while he was standing next to Natalie was wearing a white chiffon dress, pure as she was. Right after the wedding, Natalie was congratulated by her friends and family while Keaton was trying to reach his bride, an incident that became the ending scene to Seven Chances. He then took her by the hand and they went into his car to head back to California. Buster regretted it for not including his parents, siblings, and close friends, including Roscoe. At least he got to be present for the time when his former mentor finally went into matrimony for the second time. Keaton grinned when the groom kissed his bride, having the best thing that happened to his friend since his career went downhill following the accusations for the rape that never happened. When it was time for the photographs to be taken the comedian frowned again to maintain his stone face reputation.

Following the ceremony, the guests retreated to a dinner party hosted by Natalie. there was mingling from guests such as Mr. and Mrs. Schenck, Dutch, Peg, and Mr. and Mrs. Lou Anger. 

Buster poured himself a drink from the little table and went outside to clear himself from the crowd.

Keaton took a handful of sips when he heard the groom calling to him, “Here’s to the best man.”

Turning around, he grinned, "I would say the same to you, Chief." he brought another glass, not realizing he already took one, but Keaton grabbed it anyway.

he toasted to his pal, “I wish you and Doris a happy marriage.” At least happier than himself and Natalie.

They clinked the glasses together and drank. Arbuckle noticed his sudden down expression, “Are you thinking of that dame again?”

Buster had told him about Gail every time they met up. “I don’t know, maybe,” Buster said while looking at his drink. “I think she has a crush on me.”

Roscoe wasn’t surprised, “You have a likable face, they fall for you, and you take them to bed next thing.”

“Except we haven’t done anything, we’re just friends.” he had friends that were women, some of them he knew growing up. “Sure we enjoyed each other’s company with her being so compassionate to me. All Nate has done lately is treat me as a prize to show off her friends.” he sipped his glass again, “Still, I appreciated her for being a mother of my boys.”

“Do you like this actress?” he asked, having picked up the glass that buster finished.

“Yes, but I love my wife.” he swirled the liquor when playing around with it, “I already pissed her off a bunch of times. And Gail, she had been through a lot. I cannot be breaking any more hopes from her.”

“The last actress you were with took advantage and almost gave you a black eye.”

“I don’t think Gail would be the person who would hit anyone,” he said while shaking his head. “Besides, she only wanted to be my actress. Whatever happens, at least I had someone to lean on. Besides you Chief.”

“Come on Bus, the dinner is ready.” Roscoe went inside. Before joining him, Buster spotted the moon and imagined Gail’s face on it.

#busterkeaton #buster #buster keaton #buster keaton fandom #buster keaton fanfiction #actor rpf #silent comedy #buster fic

[thefivenights]

corpse, business man, and mother dearest?

i put it under a cut bc william is doing that blood tear thing again and i warn to read the tags because i dont just do those willy nilly and if i missed one please tell me so i can add it on!

Inspiration: I'm gonna be honest I have no idea

Micheal was a product of a drunken night between Jennifer and William and the direct cause to their marriage. Takes more after his mother in attitude and most of his looks.

While he had a somewhat better relationship with his father than William did with his own, he didn't have a healthy one. He craved any sort of attention or praise from his dad and soon resorted to bullying his siblings to get some form of attention. He never got any regardless and was told to 'try harder' and he'll be rewarded.

This bullying stopped after he shoved his brother into Fredbear's mouth and got suspended from school due to a nasty fight. This was partially due to being traumatized and also William allowing him to help out with his projects (aka Jen told him to and the couch wasn't comfortable)

He gained a talent for robotics and was even the one who made BonBon for Funtime Freddy

He had no idea until the events of Sister Location that the robots were made to kill, or that his sister was killed by Circus Baby. He genuinely thought that Elizabeth just ran away again.

Moved away from the house after his mom said William wasn't coming home again. Part of him was relieved.

Went to therapy and finally realized that his dad sucked and he can break this toxicity that seems to curse the guys in his family (well, most of them)

Got healthy male role models in the form of Henry and his Uncle and made some friends in the neighborhood

Curiousity kills the cat when he gets a message from an unknown number recommending a job at Circus Baby's Pizza World that featured some familiar faces (he was overjoyed at seeing bonbon again but not when funtime freddy was also involved)

When he took over the role of Mike Schmidt, it was less a new name and more of the actual Mike Schmidt needed to leave town for safety reasons and Micheal offered to just take his place at the pizzeria so he could focus on skedaddling (win-win)

Was unaware of Springtrap/Scraptrap being his dad until he spoke, and then Henry let Micheal have an extra taser because he refused to do his work without it handy (eventually it was agreed that Micheal would be allowed to have metal bat because he kept breaking his computer with the taser)

Grew close to Henry after the move and working with him made them closer, Micheal got a father figure and Henry got to care for someone again (to the point where they sat next to each other in the final moments)

Returned from the dead to assist other spirits with animatronic ties with the task of moving on, regardless of whether it was because of his father or not. Is assisted by his brother who took the form of Fredbear in what he finds to be the darkest joke Louis has ever made

Inspiration: I always think of the Clown from dbd but that's very loosely related but its a lot of the dbd killers tbh

Was always that kid who had animal skulls in his room, or knew just a little too much about medieval torture methods

Had a horrendous relationship with his father that was physically and mentally abusive

Was more or less raised by his older brother (who isn't that much older mind you) and his doormat of a mother, who he cared for dearly

Has only used a firearm once, and it was to finally rid the house of the monster that hurt everyone inside, he hasn't touched one since

Was forced to move to America by his mother after his brother convinced her that he killed her husband

Was favored by his mother over the elder sibling and was effectively free from punishment

Met Jennifer after she threw her stuffed rabbit his face with enough force that she made his nose bleed, she apologized but wasn't sincere ("He looked at me funny Ma!")

Was a little bit unnerving to be around but still managed to make a few friends when he was younger in the form of Henry, Jennifer, and a kid named Casey who went missing (and before anyone asks no he had no hand in this)

Was obsessed with robotics and made a promise with Henry to make robots when they got older

Learned how to play guitar so he could impress Jen, ended up embarrassing himself and also fell out of a tree. Surprisingly, she found this charming and asked him out (while also laughing)

Got wasted on his 21st birthday and take a wild guess what happened that night

Came up with the concept for Spring Bonnie thanks to Jen's stuffed rabbit and even helped make the springlock suit itself

When asked by Henry why he did what he did (aka murder) he just laughed in his face and started talking about freeing them from the monsters while also referring to himself as one. No one had any idea what he was talking about but managed to escape getting the police called on him. He had no reason other than he knew he could get away with it, figured he might as well play tragic villain to amp up the guilt

Probably should've gotten therapy after the move but never did

Genuinely cared for his children but had an obvious favorite in the form of Elizabeth (who wasn't even his)

Figured ignoring Micheal would keep him from patricide but just made things worse

Figured out quickly after a head count during that party with Circus Baby what happened to his daughter and made off with the animatronic as soon as possible, lying to his family that she ran away again but would turn up eventually

Has never laid a hand on his children but was unaware what total ignorance towards them would lead to

After the Fredbear incident he at least paid more attention to Micheal, if only to prevent the boy from shoving his daughter into another bear mouth

Is an excellent cook and good at drink mixing

Never really got along with his own brother but at least respected him for what he did (including the biggest cover he was ever given)

After Micheal made his intent to bash his dad's animatronic face in clear, he decided that Micheal was no longer a child and free to attack (he did get tased and also bashed with a bat a few times before being dragged to hell)

"I may kill children but at least I respect my son's pronouns"

Inspiration: an older friend of mine

Jennifer was always a rebellious child, and an oddity in her mother's eyes

On that note, the two never saw eye to eye on anything, and clashed daily

Resolved to never become like her mother and succeeded

Had a stuffed rabbit named monster truck that she liked to throw at people (namely the new british kid in the neighborhood who looked at her funny)

Was best friends with a kid named Casey Fitzgerald before they went missing

Chopped her hair off at the age of 15 and basically told her mother to suck on a lemon (but with more swearing)

Generally a delightful little child /j

Raised Micheal in a tiny apartment with her then boyfriend before they got the house they raised Louis and Elizabeth in

Saw the situation Elizabeth was in and pretty much just adopted her on the spot (there was some extra hurdles but they got their daughter in the end)

Was the one who actually raised the Afton children due to William being both busy and inattentive for various reasons

Wasn't perfect in raising her kids but was certainly better than her husband

Took dance lessons when she was younger and encouraged her children's creative behaviors

After Elizabeth "ran away" she found out about William's previous... activities and devised a plan to make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone ever again

She told him what she found but mentioned that she was just disappointed in how careless his plan was in terms of the four main animatronics having his face saved in their systems, meaning it wouldn't be long until the police were at their door

When he returned home from destroying Freddy, she insisted it was better to do it all in one night to prevent suspicion, however this almost gave her plan away when he mentioned it was stupidly lethal. She succeeded when he still went back stating that he was smarter than most people

When he never returned home she told Micheal to pack his things and anything else he wanted to take with him, they were moving to another state so they could have a fresh start. She waited til he was a bit older to explain why William never returned home

Encouraged Micheal to get therapy and tried her best to give him a balanced home life. This became easier when Will's brother decided to step in and help and the duo became good friends (what also helped was that he was a teacher at Micheal's new school)

Warned Micheal to be wary about the new job at the pizza world and when Micheal finally rid himself of Ennard she gave him a place to stay while he figured out what to do about his situation

Helped Henry and Micheal set up the fake pizzeria and even wrote up fake lawsuits and ads

Is still alive after all these years out of pure determination to outlive any form of her ex husband

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's au #william afton #micheal afton #oc: jennifer afton #ask game tag #ooc ask tag #tw blood #tw death #tw abuse #tw childhood trauma #tw child harm #tw child neglect #tw neglect #tw patricide #tw murder #if im missing a tw lmk its 2.20am and i cant think of anything not covered already #to be clear william sucks and used to decapitate things so be was never not going to do what he did #none of the afton kids are cishet #micheal and mike used to respond to each other's name on purpose bc micheal was always micheal or mikey #and mike was always michealanglo or mike #they found it hilarious #to be clear: jen was never afraid of what william might have done to her or the kids if she just divorced him. he wouldnt lay a finger on #any of them. it was just important he never harm anyone ever again

[floosies]

Series: La Muneca del Barrio

A/N: One thing I forgot to mention is that there will be a lot of spanish in this series and I do hope you understand it is for both the story and how I wish to tell this story. I’m hispanic myself so I know that using spanish is still very iffy but it’s my story and I mean no harm by it.

Summary/AN: This a passion project really, I’ve written previously using the mob!au so this a second attempt in that genre (i guess you could call it).

Warnings: Blood, violence, smut, strong language, and drug use

Rocio Cruz lives in a Brooklyn block best known for its vibrant and ignored community. What she always ignored though was the underground scene in the borough, the evils that lay in it and its people. That all comes to an end when she’s introduced to those things she ignored.

Chapter 2: Que Comience La Fiesta

Masterlist

It’d been some days since the girl, who’s name was Leticia had spoke to Rocio about Rubio. She wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. She did believe her date with Cubano but mostly because the girl was from Harlem. What exactly did Brooklyn’s dueno have to do with Harlem’s mover? 

Background:

Unlike her mama Maritza, who did know about all the under ground world in New York, Rocio was clueless. Her mama kept it that way from the start. She didn’t want her children growing up in that mess. She would have avoided it herself had it not been for her pajarito Rafael. In order to understand so much, you gotta go to the past. 

Before Rocio was born, her papa worked for just about anyone in Brooklyn who had a say with the mafiosos. He came from Puerto Rico, hidden in a boat and praying that he stayed alive to see America. When he got to the states he started working odd jobs, which is where he caught the eye of Rubio’s mentor, an older man called Blue eyes. He liked the work ethic her papa had and hired him. That’s around the time he met Maritza. She on the other hand was a waitress at her parents’ restaurant. She came from immigrant parents who traveled from Mexico to New York. Don’t ask them how either because they’ll never tell, they didn’t to their children and they won’t to their grandchildren either.

When Rocio was born, Blue eyes started getting sick. However, he got the chance to meet the baby before he went. Maritza wasn’t all that happy about that at first. However, what came after for her and her family was what changed her mind. Blue eyes had made it a point that after his death that’s where her father’s job ended. In return for always working hard and being loyal, the old Blue eyes was giving Rafael a good sum of money and protection for the rest of his life. That the guy who would take over, would respect that decision and the Cruz family for however the “corporation” would continue. 

However, this would not go as planned. Eventually Rubio would come to power but he was too young at the time. So it went to a man who had no business being in power, they called him Mika but no one knew if that was his real name. Anyways, he was a puto through and through. He was a thief to his own men and didn’t care for the business, he just wanted to control everyone. 

That. It was Mika, who everyone considered a little bitch, who was the reason that Rafael ended up in jail and Cubano came to his power alongside Rubio. In 2003 a fifteen year old Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson with help from others within the “corporation” set up Mika. They killed the bastard at a night club well known around the cartel community in Harlem. Unfortunately not everyone got out clean, but true to his loyalty Rafael took the blame for all of it. This was the one time he didn’t sing like a bird. The feds had nothing on him, they tried to get to Maritza but she had already went into hiding, with help from her parents.

Rocio was clueless about all this, regardless it didn’t matter because she was already too pressured into the whole party thing by Leticia who by now had taken her shopping for a dress. They looked through racks of dresses in a little store just a couple of blocks from Harlem.She had her eyes on a pink satin mini dress, “y esta? you think it’s cute?” She asked Leti who scrunched her nose, “mami, I think que mejor you keep looking around.” Rocio shrugged, she was probably right, these men were rich, no just anything would do, but she was on a budget. The bills were due in a couple of days so whatever she got had to be cute and cheap.After a while of looking around and finding nothing they went back to Brooklyn where Rocio knew she would find something. “Como conosistes a Cubano?” Rocio asked Leti quietly while they looked around a boutique where she always shopped since she was in high school. Leticia looked at the dresses, with a look of stress before she started speaking, “one day he came to my ma’s little stand where her and my pops sell street food, el tipo ahi estaba, he just talked to them and then I came from work to help them. He started talking to me, bueno pues ese hombre es tremendo mangon-” she stops to laugh a little, her cheeks getting bright. “We talked for a while and he started talking himself up, about how he could make me a big deal in Harlem. Eh, tu sabes how they talk to girls but Cubano means it. Then he asked me to go with him to this party. Como le voy a dicir que no?” She finished, then grabbing a dress to show for approval to Rocio. 

The dress was cute, so they went with it.They finished shopping and headed to Rocio’s place to get ready. Maritza was cooking when they entered the house. One look at the girls and she knew that her daughter was not going to be home for dinner, “y adonde sales esta noche nina? Buenas tardes, y tu como te llamas.” She said eyeing the girls up and down while her siblings laughed from the table at the end of the room.Sighing at the annoyance of the situation she answered, “mama, es una fiesta. Voy a regrezar, you don’t trust me enough.” She said leading Leticia to her room, “buenas tardes, Doña Cruz, soy Leticia, gusto de conocerla!” She said following Rocio. Maritza rolled her eyes, “I do trust you mija! Es los de afuera a que no confio!” She yelled as she finished cooking.When they finished getting ready it was already 8. 

Leticia kept looking at her phone, waiting for the text that said where they would meet the car at. Some minutes later they text came. Rocio’s siblings were with her mama in her room watching tv. They moved quietly but not quiet enough, “y se piensan ir sin percinarse? eh?” She heard her mom said from the door way of her room. The girls sighed turning around. “Vengan,” looking at the two girls, who reminded her of her younger days she began, “en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo, y del Espirtu Santo.” there was a pause, “ya bueno pues antes de que las dejen. Be safe! Rocio me hablas!” They hurried out.The girls were glad they didn’t meet the car in front of the apartment building where Rocio lived, that car would have all the nana’s talking for days. What they weren’t expecting was that Cubano would be waiting inside the car, a cigar in his hand and the other waiting to take Leti’s hand. To say Leticia was beyond thrilled he was there was an understandment, “papi! You look so good, esta tremendo verdad Roci?” She asked her friend as the car took off. Rocio just nodded, she never thought this would be happening.

He stared at her, something about her seemed familiar, he was trying to see what was up with you, interrupting the conversation he was having with his girl he dragged another puff of his cigar before speaking “your plus one is very quiet mami,” he finally said. She looked at him, “oh sorry, my name’s Rocio. Uh Rocio Cruz, nice to meet you.” Leticia looked at her Cubano, curious as to how he would react to her answer. “Cruz?” Wilson was intrigued now, “By any chance would your papi’s name be Rafael?” He said with a smirk, she looked both confused and startled. She looked at Leticia before answering, “yeah, my pop’s name is Rafael, do you know him?” He just laughed and nodded, “mami, you did a good job picking a friend to bring. Steve is gonna love this.” 

Steve? Steve el Rubio Rogers? He was gonna be at the party? Leticia said he might be, but Rocio didn’t think a man like him liked parties. Her mind was racing, how did they know her dad? Was she about to die? Her thoughts were interrupted by the car shutting off and someone opening the door, the girls were led out. “Ladies, welcome to my little festival, a celebrar mami!” Cubano yelled happily as they entered a studio where salsa was playing loudly and people were taking white lines like shots. They walked to a stall in the back of the studio where a large table was set up with velvet chairs and expensive liquor. “Rocio, you wait here. Mami you come with me, your fine ass can’t be left alone.” Cubano said taking Leticia somewhere, in no time a waiter came and offered her a drink from the liquor which she gladly took at the fear of not knowing what was going to happen next. If this was her last night she might as well go out having a bit of fun. She looked through her phone, seeing what everyone else was doing but knowing better than to post anything herself. It felt like forever until she saw Leti again. Except now, there was a man with blonde hair and beside him a man with blue eyes. Cubano had brought guests to the table, “Cruz, this Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.” 

#mob!steve #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #mob!bucky #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #mob!au #sam wilson #the falcon #anthony mackie #marvel #avengers

[therealfluke]

hello hello ! wld j like to say that if ur already following me and ur like “why” it is because. this is may. i j reserved from my rph so the alias it went under was lucky. which actually,, so fitting w this theme (goes by a name that means an unlikely coincidence, last name is associated with luck, etc.). in addition, if “lucky” by britney spears immediately got stuck in ur head... that was the ultimate goal. also listen,,,, u r not the only one who hates my url. and finally! i saved the old posts on here and j made them private for posterity (obviously) and also,, my sanity.

‹ OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN, HE/HIM, CIS MAN, BISEXUAL. › levi “fluke” fisher is the twenty-seven year old from salem, massachussets / new york city, new york. when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said, ❝ IT FEELS LIKE I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. ❞ they claim final destination is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would form an alliance with the murderer, then annoy the murderer into killing him by asking too many questions. their fears include rats, isolation and living the rest of his life without muse d, and they don’t know we know, but… in spite of a promise he made to his family, friends and self, he has a baggie of heroin on him at all times so he can prove to himself he’s strong (which is a lie – it’s really for a ‘just in case’ situation) . hope they enjoy their stay. ‹ MUSE C from OTHERSIDE penned by, LUCKY, 20, EST. ›

QUICK FACTS:

full name: levi “fluke” james fisher

hometown: salem, ma // moved to new york city, new york at twenty-two

date of birth: march 10, 1992*

*does not perfectly reflect the below Big Three Zodiac Chart™ because that’s so much math

zodiac big three: pisces sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising (he is!! so ruled by his emotions!!)

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: museum night guard ( fired ) / leech off of his older siblings

mbti: infp

enneagram: 4w5

the song i listen to on repeat while i write the intro: “stars” - nina simone ( cover )

BACKGROUND INFO:

triggers: death (under mysterious circumstances, but officially dubbed murder), night terrors / hallucinations?, drug abuse / addiction ( oxy, heroin ), accidental overdose, death by overdose

it began with josephine (“jo”), levi, charlotte (“lottie”), and christopher (“chris”) – in that order. or, perhaps, that reverse order – see: chris was the oldest.

they were all born to very kind and lovely parents. the majority of levi’s memories with his parents take place in a large house they were intending to flip. given its size and the price it would sell for, they spent more than their fair share of time in there. that being said, because their parents were often busy flipping and marketing the house, they all relied on each other for fun, even in spite of the sizable age difference between himself (and jo, who i have forgotten to mention is his “younger” twin) and christopher.

the longer they spent there, however, the more uneasy they grew. i mean, it was basically its own version of the manor – it was also guillermo del toro’s wet dream. levi could’ve sworn he’d had some run-ins with spooks, but no confirmation was ever, nor could ever be, offered. so the manor feels... very normal.

anyway, when levi was eight, his mother and father met an untimely demise. a break-in gone wrong while the kids were with their grandparents, they were told. at the time, levi... was eight and, therefore, had no doubts. now, however, he mulls over the many possibilities – it was a big house, the likelihood that they really could’ve been in that wrong of a place at that wrong of a time felt very unlikely. some form of suicide? something otherworldly? they seemed about as likely. he’s pretty sure lottie and chris know the truth, but...

after that, they were sent to live with their grandparents. while not particularly ideal, they recognized that it was far better than the foster care system. however, these recurring spooks didn’t just stop when he moved. his grandparents and older siblings blamed it on childhood night terrors, jo believed him. 

as they continued into his teen years, they claimed it was sleep paralysis. he confided in jo, in secret, that they weren’t strictly at night. he knew very well that, if he shared that with his grandparents or older siblings, they would think he really needed help. maybe he did, he never truly learned.

when chris moved out to go to college, and when lottie followed just a few years after, levi found it was just jo and himself. their grandparents were beginning to go past old age and reach senility. they had bouts of forgetting. 

levi chose not to go to college, but insisted jo, who’d always wanted to go, go without him. she went to new york city, he stayed behind with his grandparents in salem up until their death when he was twenty-two. it was early in his eyes, but for, say, his brother, it was pretty record-breaking. 

when he was twenty-one, after the death of his grandparents, he left salem and all of its reminders of childhood terrors and lies. he found jo in new york and began living with her and working as a night guard at one of the many museums.

but a mere one (1) year later, jo, usually straight-edge, decided she would finally go to her first college party in celebration of being so close to graduating. yeehaw. levi was invited to go with her, but had been warned far too recently that, if he missed one more shift, he’d be fired.

on the topic of his night shifts, his terrors seemed to go away when he moved to new york. it seemed as though he’d left them all in salem, but there were definitely moments in a huge and empty museum that he could’ve sworn he’d seen something. anyway, back to the main point:

jo didn’t return until the next morning and, when she did, she expressed the excellency she had experienced the night before. she wasn’t afraid of telling him she’d tried drugs for the first time – no, that night, it’d just been weed. he’d tried weed in high school, trying to figure out if it would help with his terrors. for a hot second, it did... which is what led to his own demise.

(OK! so from here on out, i’ll be talking about the other muses in the subplot. i’m gonna do my best to leave their story and keep their drug of choice vague! anyway!)

jo began falling deeper into the drug world after meeting and beginning to date muse b and eventually fell into harder tingz™. she never tried to pressure fluke into trying anything, but he witnessed the reaction to it. between that and having looked up to his younger sister ( by, like, two minutes ) for nearly the entirety of his life, he decided to try whatever she did. 

however, unlike her, he quickly escalated to heroin.

he started out smoking it... then snorting it... then began shooting it. he liked shooting it the best – not only because he reached the high quicker, but also because it required more of a ritual. as a fan of ritualistic behavior, the lead-up was almost as enjoyable as the high itself. unfortunately, it did leave him with many trackmarks and an even higher risk of reliance and overdose.

he didn’t go out to many parties after that. he preferred shooting in the company of the few, not the many. if his sister and friends did, that was their prerogative, but it was just... more peaceful...

suddenly, he didn’t ever think about the terrors or the lies or the shadows in the museum. he was eventually fired, yes, and had to start ‘earning’ money via asking his other siblings. 

when the topic came up between himself and his little group of friends on whether or not they should quit, he had no answer. 

in 2018, at twenty-six, his usual dealer had cut him off due to the money he was no longer good for. finding a much cheaper one, he took the same dose, but the amount of other chemicals it was cut with sent him to the hospital. given plenty of naloxone, he came out of it alive and clean and, due to the nature of it all, was deemed a fluke.

he didn’t take to that at first. he was lucky, yes, but a fluke ? it couldn’t have been that unlikely... especially when he fell back into it after finding another dealer and being totally fine. however, when he heard jo had overdosed and actually died ?

yes, he was a fluke.

he was so blinded with rage at muse a at first for leading his absolute crutch to her death, he was so blinded with rage at muse b for first introducing her to a world of harder drugs, he was so blinded with rage at himself for being the one who survived when she was the one who actually could’ve done something with her life.

so he embraced the word ‘fluke’ – he acknowledged that he was one during her eulogy, he told his other siblings he’d been the fluke at her wake. when he began saying it enough times, it caught on, whether he meant for it to or not.

he’s no longer so angry at muse a  and muse b for what they did. muse b wanted to get sober, after all, and muse a , much like himself, was simply an addict. they couldn’t help not being prepared to give it up. he’s still furious at himself.

now that they've all gone clean, however, fluke is somewhat more pleased. he’s fairly certain he’ll never not be in mourning. quite frankly, he’s fairly certain he’ll eventually relapse. even worse, in spite of the group promise, he’s brought contraband with him to “prove his strength” ( see: that’s what he tells himself ).

riffing off of that, in the manor, his terrors have begun returning and he’s unable to nail if it’s because of the similarities between it and the home he remembers so well or if it’s because he’s now sober of it it’s because... it’s just the manor itself. 

he’s still certain it’s all real.

TL;DR:

basically lived in a replica of the manor when he was a kid with his loving parents and three other siblings. is pretty sure he saw some paranormal stuff goin on. parents were “murdered” but he suspects something else. moved in with grandparents and continued seeing some paranormal stuff. only his twin sister, muse d (jo), believed that it wasn’t just night terrors. jo went to college, he stayed behind. grandparents died rip. he went to nyc where jo was and eventually met muse a and muse b when they all fell into hard drug use. almost died because of poorly cut heroin. jo died some months later. hates himself. rip. alexa, play “my heart will go on” but the recorder version.

PERSONALITY INFO:

sad boi energy

if u read thru this and didn’t think “why does she keep basing her characters off of characters from thohh” then,,, u should go watch thohh bc,,, it’s so obvious (we even over here picturing victoria pedretti as jo unless someone applies for her at some point afhsljk) hlfajdsa

has a terrible tendency to find someone to feed off of – someone to be codependent off of. without jo, he’s floundering.

is very * eyes emoji * at,,, many things. the explanation for his parents’ death? * eyes emoji * the spooks that almost everyone came up with excuses for? * eyes emoji * staying sober? * eyes emoji *

didn’t mean to start going by fluke, but started using the word to describe himself so much, it just happened organically.

i have stated before. that im bad at these sections. so feel free to j consult the zodiac / mbti / enneagram above haofuwdlijk

not rly personality but lil hc is that he goes back to that huge victorian house all the time and uses a ouija board to see if he can contact ANYONE :\ the ultimate eeyore :\

another lil hc is that he’s actually a v talented pianist. his mother sort of taught him the basics and he went on to learn classical through sheet music and schooling, then songs from rock bands/artists who incorporated keys in their music. brought the 7-octave keyboard his grandparents bought him... apparently doesn’t need it because there’s a huge piano hajfdkls

if u want 2 hear abt some of my paranormal hcs lmk i wld put them here but?? some r actually creepy (and/or involve blood) which we luv for me!!

FEARS:

rats: when he was living in that big house™, there were plenty of rat infestations. he often got those mixed up with his spooks™. there were also a lot of rats at his grandparents’ house and at his and jo’s apartment. it’s more of a general fear, but. (also... rat poison? drug abuse? symbolism.)

isolation: for an introvert, he’s really bad at being alone. for one things, he gets lonely which is very detrimental to his already fragile mental state, especially considering he’s pretty sure he’ll relapse. in addition, he’s much worse at dealing with any spooks™ that come his way when he’s completely alone. when someone else is in the room, even if he isn’t actively talking to them, at least there’s the comfort of not being alone in it all. 

living the rest of his life without muse d: even if she was the one who began their drug journey, she was the only person who ever believed anything fluke said – she was the only person he ever felt actually listened to him and cared about him with no ‘if’ or ‘but’ attached. he also always found her much wiser than himself and could’ve sworn she would’ve gone to rehab after getting well with muse a one last time. she was the one who was going somewhere and she was the one who loved him unconditionally. no wonder he’s got sad boi energy :\

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

his other brother and sister! i’ll probs send in wcs for them to the main, but if you think they wld sound cool, lmk. luv that. (update!! take one of them you cowards.)

the dealer who actually dealt him quality heroin

the dealer who dealt him heroin cut with god-knows-what

someone he accidentally starts to sink with himself

exes

fwb

ons

enemies (not super great at making them, but is still able to)

the new person he’s decided to latch onto

childhood friends (if there are other salem (or at least massachussetts) characters!)

idk!! we can also look at urs and/or brainstorm!!

ok ! like this or hmu if you’d like to plot !

#manor.talk #(there's a tl;dr btw ahlfsj)

[thelastspeecher]

for a freeform prompt, could you maybe do the supers au, when ma pines and ma mcgucket meet?

              Stan opened the door.  He smiled.

              “Hey, Mom.”

              “My Stanley boy!” Ma Pinesgushed, embracing him tightly.  “I’m sohappy that you invited me to your little girls’ birthday party.”  She broke off the hug and scowled at him.  “Especially since you haven’t let me see themonce since they were born.”

              “Sorry, it was kinda a messhere.  First, Angie was recovering, thenwe were getting things ready to move in together, then her brother got sick andhad to stay with us for a while.”  Stansmiled weakly.

              “Fine.  But next time, I refuse to go for so longwithout seeing my grandbabies.  Got it?”Ma Pines said.  Stan nodded.  “Good. Now, lemme see Danica and Daisy. I bet they’ll make fine heroes someday.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

              “Heh, uh, sure.  Come on in.” He stood to the side.  Ma Pineswalked inside.  She looked around theentryway.  “Oh, and, uh, don’t mentionanything about our family legacy to the McGuckets,” Stan said.  Ma Pines frowned at him.

              “Why not?”

              “Angie and I had it out when Itold her that I’m a mask.  Apparentlythere used to be some masks in her family, but they died in the line of duty,if you catch my drift,” Stan said, lying through his teeth.  Ma Pines nodded.  “Her family stopped getting involved in thehero/villain game because of it, so she’s got strong opinions about whether my‘job’ is safe or not.”

              “Oh, is that why she acted so oddwhen I introduced myself as Libra?” Ma Pines asked.

              “Yeah.”

              “Fair enough.”  Ma Pines sighed.  “That’s sad. But understandable.  So manypeople have fallen while fighting in the name of good.”

              “Stan!”  Ma Pines and Stan looked over and saw Angieapproaching.  “My Pa’s givin’ the girlshis gift,” Angie said.

              “Okay.  And?”

              “You won’t want to miss it.  Trust me.” She smiled at Ma Pines.  “Hello,Mrs. Pines.  Thank you fer comin’.”

              “Hello, dear.  I wouldn’t pass up the chance to see mygranddaughters.  What’s going on, withyour father?”

              “My Pa gave all of his kidsspecial gifts on their first birthday. He’s doin’ that fer Danny and Daisy right now.  It’s really somethin’ to see.”

              “You’ve piqued my interest,” MaPines said.  “Lead the way.”  Angie turned around and walked away.

              “Angie’s pa really likes thegirls,” Stan said quietly to his mother. “When he found out both the girls had flower-related names, he lost hisshit.”

              “Is he a gardener?”

              “He’s a farmer.  They’ve got a couple gardens at the farm,though.”  Ma Pines nodded.  They entered the living room, where the otherguests had already gathered.  Her eyeswidened.  “She’s got a big family,” Stanexplained.

              “Ah,” Ma Pines said.  Pa McGucket was sitting on the floor withDanny and Daisy on his lap and two flower pots full of soil in front ofhim.  “What is this?”

              “You’ll see,” Angie saideagerly.  She pushed through herrelatives and joined her father and daughters on the floor.  Pa McGucket handed Daisy to her.  He stroked Danny’s wispy, caramel-coloredhair.  

              “Here’s yer present, sweetheart,”Pa McGucket cooed, pulling one of the flower pots closer.  He placed Danny’s hands on top of the soil,his hands laying over hers.  A small, greensprout began to poke through the soil. It grew rapidly, forming a purple flower bud, before bursting into fullbloom.  “A violet.  Genus Viola.  Just like yer middle name.”  Danny giggled and clapped her hands.

              “Cuteness aside, I really hopeshe doesn’t try to eat it,” Stan mumbled. “Danny’s been putting everything she can grab in her mouth.”

              “Hmm.”  Stan looked at Ma Pines.  She was staring intently at Pa McGucket.

              “Mom?”

              “Stanley, did I ever tell youabout Hemlock?” Ma Pines said quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Lute look in their direction.

              “No,” Stan replied.

              “He had the ability to controlplants and was a member of Sirocco’s crew. A villain,” Ma Pines explained. Stan’s heart stopped.

              Shit.  Hemlock must be Mr. McGucket’s code name fromback in the day.

              “I found out about him during myyears trying to track down Sirocco. Rumor had it that he was in a romantic relationship with her.”

              “Mom, you’re not suggesting-”

              “He fits the physicaldescription,” Ma Pines said.

              “Yeah, but look at him!”  Stan nodded at Pa McGucket, who was now helpDaisy grow her flower.  Pa McGucketkissed Daisy on the top of her head. “He’s a nice guy, he loves the girls almost as much as I do, and he’sAngie’s dad.  You’ve met Angie.  She’s a great gal.”

              “Stanley, villains have thecapacity to love and be compassionate, just like heroes,” Ma Pines saidshortly.

              “Okay, well, Sirocco operated inNew York.  Angie’s dad has never been outeast.  He spends most of his time inArkansas.”

              “Arkansas?” Ma Pines muttered.  “That’s where Hemlock operated.  Sirocco didn’t spend all her time in NewYork, you know.”

              Fuck!

              “Get ready to grab the girls andmake a break for it,” Ma Pines whispered.

              “Mom-”

              “If Hemlock is here, Siroccocould be here, too.  I don’t wanna riskmy grandbabies getting hurt by villains.”

              “I thought that voice wasfamiliar,” someone drawled.  Stan and MaPines turned around.  Ma McGucket wasstanding there, her arms crossed, occasional small breezes tossing her hair.  She jutted her chin out.  “Libra.”

              “Sirocco,” Ma Pines said flatly.

              Dammit!  Stan looked back atAngie.  She was trying to keep Danny fromeating her flower, and as a result, hadn’t heard the confrontation.

              “Ang!” Stan hissed.  Angie looked up.  Her face paled.

              “Oh, no,” she mouthed silently.

              “What are you doing here?” MaMcGucket snarled.

              “I could ask you the same question,”Ma Pines said.

              “I’m here to celebrate mygranddaughters’ birthday.  I hoped to doit without retired heroes around!”

              “Wh- your granddaughters?” Ma Pines said, taken aback.  “But Danny and Daisy are my granddaughters.”  Ma McGucketand Ma Pines both looked at Stan.  Stanheld his hands up.

              “Okay, maybe- maybe there’s someexplaining to do,” he stammered.

              “More than ‘some’, Stanley!” MaPines said.

              “Ladies, let’s keep it calm,”Basstian rumbled, getting up from the couch. Stan stifled a groan.

              Andnow everyone’s involved.

              “Don’t you tell me what to do,young man,” Ma McGucket said shortly. She glared at Ma Pines.  “Yourlittle sister’s boyfriend brought Libra into the house!”  There were gasps from Angie’s siblings.

              “You think you’re mad?” Ma Pinesscoffed.  “I just found out that my son’sbeen dating a girl with villainous connections!”

              “She’s got more ‘n just ‘connections’,Libra,” Ma McGucket snapped.  “If you’vestill been tryin’ to find me, then ya know someone took on my mantle.  Who do ya think that is?”  Ma Pines gasped.  “Exactly.”

              “Wh- Stanley Stanford Pines, Iraised you better than to get involved with villains!” Ma Pines growled atStan.

              “Now ya know how I feel!” MaMcGucket shouted.  “My daughter had twochildren with a superhero!”  A wind beganto pick up.  Stan glanced at the livingroom window, before remembering that he and Angie had closed all the windows,due to the heat.

              “Ma, cut it out,” Angie said,appearing next to Stan.  She was holdingboth Danny and Daisy.  “I know ya don’twant to knock down the cute fam’ly pictures we’ve got up.”  The wind slowly died down.  “I recognize that neither of ya are happy,but-”

              “I’m furious!” Ma Pinesyelled.  Angie blanched and took a stepback.  “My grandchildren deserve betterthan a villain for a mother!”  Devastationbroke across Angie’s face.  Stan heardmovement behind him and realized that her family was about to intervene.  He put a protective arm around Angie’sshoulders.

              “Mom, don’t say shit like that,”Stan said.  “Angie’s better at being aparent than I am.  You said it yourself.  Villains aren’t all heartless.”  Someone Stan couldn’t see cleared theirthroat.  “Right, that’s borderline.  The point is, villain or not, Angie’s a greatmom.  She loves the girls just as much asI do, and wants them to grow up happy.  Youcan’t say that Danny and Daisy deserve better than Angie.  That’s impossible.  Someone better than Angie doesn’t exist.”  Stan felt someone put a hand on hisshoulder.  He looked over.  It was Pa McGucket.

              “Thank you, son,” Pa McGucketsaid softly.  He turned his attention toMa Pines.  “Ma’am, I understand that you ‘nmy wife have had quibbles.  But this ain’tthe time nor place to be airin’ all those grievances out at once.  ‘Specially since, well…”  Pa McGucket chuckled darkly.  “Yer way outnumbered.”

              “Pa,” Angie hissed.

              “Sorry, junebug.  Anyways, the two of ya can be mad at eachother.  But ya can’t be mad at Stan ‘nAngie fer fallin’ in love and havin’ two beautiful children together.”

              “That’s not the right order,”Lute mumbled from somewhere outside of Stan’s field of vision.  There was a soft thud, like someone being hit. “Oof!”

              “I won’t deny that it’ll be difficultfer our families, but we can make it easier on everyone involved,” Pa McGucketcontinued.  He frowned at Ma McGucket andMa Pines.  “Fightin’ in front of Dannyand Daisy on their birthday will notmake it easier.”

              “I agree,” Angie said.  “Please don’t blow up at each other like thisin front of the girls.”  Danny caughtsight of Stan and began to fuss loudly, reaching for him.

              “Come here, princess,” Stan said,taking Danny from Angie.  She giggled andgrabbed at his hair.  Ma McGucket and MaPines exchanged a look.

              “I won’t be polite, but I will becivil,” Ma McGucket said after a moment. She glared at Ma Pines.  “And only‘cause my granddaughters are yours.”

              “Don’t worry, I feel the sameway,” Ma Pines said shortly.  An awkwardsilence fell.  Stan cleared his throat.

              “Who wants cake?”

#lmaooooo this is SO LONG #but I couldn't shut up (as per usual) #right after this everyone eats cake and it is silent and v v awkward #but at least no one is getting beat up #Superhero/villain AU #Stanley Pines #Ma Pines #Angie McGucket #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #McGucket Family #my writing #ficlet #ask #Anonymous

[moonshoesweasley-blog]

When Ginny Weasley Scores, She Scores

A oneshot Harry/Ginny fanfic inspired by this amazing artwork by @blvnk-art. 

Summary: Harry and Ginny find a way to celebrate after her (very successful) first game with the Holyhead Harpies. 

Rating: MA/NC-17

Word Count: 2.5k

FF.net link here

Harry knew Ginny was a good Chaser, but he had no idea she was that good. Obviously she had to be pretty talented to get signed to the Holyhead Harpies, but Merlin’s beard she was outstanding. He regretted not having more time to play with her at Hogwarts, because his memories of having her on his team were some of his favorites. But then, being the Chosen One and saving the world kind of gets in the way of playing Quidditch.

He, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasley clan stood around in the box reserved for friends and family of the Harpies. They had just seen Ginny play in her first game, and the box was buzzing with conversation.

“Blimey, she was amazing! Might even give Charlie a run for his money, don’t you think?”

“I was a pretty good Quidditch player too; I think I taught her most of what she knows.”

“Sure, Ron, it had nothing to do with the rest of us!”

“Or maybe it was the hours of practice she had all by herself, seeing as how her brothers would never let her play with them!”

“Now stop that bickering! Can't we just be proud of our Ginevra? Harry, dear, do you know what Ginny has planned for after the game?”

Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasley. “I think the whole team usually has a party after every game, especially after a win.  I think she said something about friends and family being invited. I'm sure she’ll want to shower and change first, though.”

“Ah, well, surely she doesn't want her doddering old parents to come.  Maybe it will be more fun if just you young people tagged along,” Mr. Weasley said. “But I expect we’ll see you all at Sunday lunch? Very good, let’s head along to the Disapparition point.” The Weasley patriarch gestured to the box exit and the group filed down the winding staircase.

As they descended, heads turned to look at them.  They were a pretty noticeable group, seven people dressed head to toe in green and yellow robes with WEASLEY emblazoned on the back. Not to mention all the red hair, plus Hermione’s giant bushy curls (it was a humid day and she’d very quickly given up any hope of taming them). Harry, of course, was used to people staring and pointing.  The Weasley family, however, were not expecting the attention that came their way.

“Mum, look at them! They must be related to that new chaser.”

“Yes dear, and look who is with them! Harry Potter is friends with the Weasley family; that must be them!”

“OI! GINGER FAMILY! Weasley belong to you all? Cracking good chaser!”

Harry smiled to himself as he watched Mr. and Mrs. Weasley glow with pride.  Bill and George waved to the spectators while Percy strutted down the stairs as if he had a “Head Boy for Life” badge on. Hermione looped her arm through the crook of Ron’s, and Harry laughed aloud as he watched Ron start to strut in a manner very similar to Percy’s. They made their way through the crowd to the apparition point and said their goodbyes.  Harry promised to let Hermione and the Weasley siblings know if there was indeed an after party, and the group said their goodbyes.  He watched them all turn on the spot and disappear with a pop before Disapparating himself.

He popped into the bedroom of his home outside the wizarding village of Wimbourne.  He hadn’t lived in the house for long and he actually hadn’t intended to purchase a home so soon after the war, but he couldn’t help himself upon seeing the advert in The Daily Prophet. It was far enough away from the village for some well-deserved privacy and had an excellent patch of secluded land that allowed him to do some outdoor Auror training, as well as occasionally fly his Firebolt with Ginny.

Ginny. He smiled without realizing it as he thought about the magnificent woman he was lucky enough to call his. She had stood by him after the war, when he was plagued by nightmares and often woke screaming.  She listened to him when he needed to speak, held him when he needed to cry, and left him alone when he needed solitude.  She didn't put up with any shit, though, and was quick to tell him when he was taking his emotions out on her unfairly.  She balanced him out, made him laugh, made him think, made him be a better person. He was mad about her.  He was in love with her.

A faint pop from the sitting room jerked him out of his thoughts and he instinctively placed a hand on his wand as he moved towards the sound. He had magical enchantments and wards in place to protect his property, of course, and not just anybody could apparate in.  One could never be too careful, however; his time as an Auror showed that plenty of Dark Wizards were incredibly active across the country. He stealthily moved towards the front of the house, wand at the ready.

“Harry? You home yet?” came a familiar voice, and Harry relaxed slightly. He angled his wand towards the floor as he rounded the corner into the sitting room, only lowering it completely when he saw that it was indeed Ginny.

“You almost scared me to death, Gin.  But what a great game! What was it, 130 points scored?”

Ginny smirked.  “You know damn well it was 140 points, Potter.” She buffed her hand across her robes in a ‘no big deal’ gesture, and Harry laughed.

“You’re right.  Of course I know. I know you don't need me to be proud of you, but I’m really proud of you.  Amazed, in fact.” He smiled at the look on her face, knowing that she relished the fact that he was in awe of her. “Come on and sit, you must be exhausted.  I reckon you want to rest for a bit before heading to the after party? I told your family that they might be invit-”

He was interrupted by Ginny moving swiftly towards him, the blazing look that he knew so well on her face. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him rather furiously.  Harry’s arms immediately encircled her waist and hauled her towards him, her lithe figure pressed firmly against his front. He felt her tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth for her. He felt her tongue slide against his and tasted her smirk as he groaned without realizing it. She smelled so good, like soap and shampoo and outside and brooms and want.

“140 points, and I should be exhausted. I’ve never flown that hard in my life,” she said in between kisses. Harry moved one of his hands to fist in her hair and tug her head back so that her neck was exposed.  She moaned as his lips found her pulse, and he felt her hands briefly at his waistband before they slid up his back, against his skin.

“But you’re not?” he asked huskily. He was having a hard time concentrating, seeing as how she’d nudged his legs apart and came even closer, one of her thighs on either side of his leg. He felt her push against his thigh and he immediately was hard.  He could see where this was going.

“No, I’m not.  I have all this...pent up energy.  It needs to be released, somehow,” she said. She punctuated her words by grinding against him. He laughed softly, but that laugh slowly turned into a low groan, due to the fact that she had reached between him and cupped his denim-clad erection.  “Care to help me out, Harry?”

“I suppose I can lend my services.”

They didn’t waste any more time talking.  She immediately pushed him against the sofa and he fell into a sitting position.  She straddled his lap and ground against him again. He was almost overwhelmed with it all, but this was what being with Ginny was like.  She was powerful, surprising, strong, and she went for what she wanted.  Right now, it seemed an awful lot like she wanted his shirt off.

He raised his arms and she stripped his shirt off, her own quickly following.  Their lips met again and her tongue invaded his mouth, staking a claim.  He reached for the fastener of her brassiere but she must have thought he was taking too long. “Just pull the damn thing off, Harry,” she growled against his mouth. He quickly obeyed and she pulled his head towards her breasts. They were on the smaller side, which he liked, as one of his favorite games was to see how much of one he could get inside his mouth. She apparently liked it too, because she arched her back towards him and hissed “yes” as his mouth closed on her skin.

She shifted their positions on the sofa so that he could lay flat on his back.  He made to pull her down on top of him, but she pushed off him and stood. He was momentarily confused at this turn of events, but then he realized she was wriggling out of her leggings and knickers. Suddenly, there she was, all flushed skin and freckles and a dusting of red hair and he was almost breathless at the sight of her.  He felt like seeing her this way would never get old. He reached for her hand so she could get settled on top of him, but she shook her head.  Now he was really confused. “What’s the matter, Gin?”

“Take your glasses off and scoot down.” She gestured to the opposite end of the sofa and Harry moved towards it, tossing his glasses on the ottoman. “There, perfect.” He barely had a moment to wonder what she was on about when she swung her leg across him. Her knees were on either side of his face and she leaned forward to grab the arm of the sofa, angling herself directly over his mouth. He whispered “fuck” and her hips snapped towards him as his profanity hit her sensitive skin.

“Yes, please, and with your mouth preferably,” Ginny answered above him.  He chuckled and reached his hands up to cup her perfect arse.  He gave her the slightest of pushes and she shuddered as his mouth made contact. His tongue tasted every inch of her it could reach, and he thought he might be able to subsist on this alone for the rest of her life.  She reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair and he let her direct his mouth to where she needed it most.

“Oh fuck yes, Harry, right there right there right there,” she chanted, and he gripped her ass harder, pushing her towards him.  He glanced up to see she had one hand with a death grip on the arm of the sofa and the other at her cupping a breast, nipple rolled between thumb and forefinger. He moaned at the sight and she answered in kind. “Sweet Merlin do that again, Harry,” she panted. Just the sound of her voice was enough to make him moan again, but coupled with the words she was saying? He felt his cock strain against his zipper and thought he might come without ever having been touched.

Ginny, however, was going to come while being touched quite a bit. She reached behind her to grab one of Harry’s hands and bring it to her other breast, and his fingers immediately went to pinch her pert nipple. “Keep going, Harry, you’ll make me come,” she moaned. He dragged his tongue across her clit and then sucked it into his mouth, and she started to shake. Her thighs clamped on either side of his face and she quivered as her orgasm rolled through her, and he licked up every sweet drop.

She collapsed against the arm of the couch and he lifted her off of him. She turned to lay on her back, her skin still flushed and her breathing still heavy. Harry removed his trousers and underwear as quickly as possible and settled himself on top of Ginny. He knew he there was no way he was going to last long, not after watching Ginny lose control the way she did, so he hesitated for a moment at her opening. The tip of his erection brushed against her slickness and she was so ready and hot and wet and he knew then that he really wasn’t going to last long.

She looked up at him expectantly, and he was overcome with how much he just felt for this woman. Her eyes, though heavy-lidded, expressed how much she cared for him, needed him, wanted him, loved him. He softened a bit, his lust for her slaked temporarily, and he gave her a chaste kiss.

“I love you, Gin.”

“Fuck me, Harry.”

So he does, entering her in one smooth stroke and they both gasp at the sensation.  Her legs immediately hooked over his hips and he felt her reach underneath her legs to grab ahold of his arse. She pushed against him and he let her set the pace, knowing that she still needed release.  He was just along for the ride (literally).

“Ginny, you-you feel so good,” he stuttered out. “I’m gonna-”

“Yes, Harry, yes, me too, keep going-”

Harry thrust into her without any pretense of going slow, or being gentle, or taking his time. Before too long they were both on the brink, and it took only a few more pumps before he was emptying himself into her. She arched her neck and he felt her body tense against him and he knew she was close, so he reached his hand down to where they were joined and rubbed against her clit.

“Fucking fuck, yes, Harry, yesyesyesyesyes,” she ground out, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking towards her as she came, her orgasm bursting through her like fireworks. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as they both let their breathing return to normal. After a few moments, she stroked his hair and whispered "love you, too."

Later, after a quick shower (but not so quick that he couldn’t take the mickey out of her for a spectacular bubble beard), they found their way to the Harpies after party.  It was in full swing, and soon enough Hermione and the Weasley siblings joined them.  They passed around celebratory shots of Firewhiskey and they toasted to Ginny’s performance.

“To our youngest and dearest sibling, our favorite sister, in honor of her spectacular feat, no doubt leading the Harpies to victory! Scoring fourteen times, absolutely cracking! To Ginny!”

Harry watched as Ginny tossed the shot back, his eyes following the smooth line of her neck as she tilted her head. She flipped the hair out of her eyes and winked at Harry. “Fourteen on the field, plus one more at home,” she said wickedly.

It took a minute, and then: “OI! I don’t want to hear that about my best friend and my baby sister!”

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36, Clairy Fairy au?

36. “I hate you”

So, I turned this into a sort of teen angst type thing.  And I figured that teenage Clairannette Stana McGucket wouldn’t be a fan of the childish “Clairy” nickname, so at least while she’s a teen, she goes by Clair.

Send me a number and some characters and I’ll write a ficlet!

               Clair walked into the kitchenand opened the fridge.

               “Oh, where are you goin’, allgussied up?” a teasing voice asked.  Shelooked over at the kitchen table, where Ma, Pa, and Lute were sitting.  Lute raised an eyebrow.  “Yer all cleaned up.  There a reason fer it?”  Clair turned her attention back to thecontents of the fridge.

               “Gonna go to a party in a bit,”she said.  “Just grabbin’ a snack ‘fore Ihead out.”

               “A party?”  At the tone in Ma McGucket’s voice, Clairwinced.  

               “Yeah,” Clair replied, trying tosound casual.  “I told ya ‘bout it.  At Jake’s house.”

               “Clairannette, we told ya in nouncertain terms,” Pa McGucket said, “that ya can’t go to that party.”  Clair scowled and slammed the fridge doorclosed, making the coke bottles inside rattle. She turned to face her parents.

               “Why not?” she demanded,crossing her arms.  Ma McGucket sighed.

               “We told ya why.  It’s a school night-” Ma McGucket started.

               “I don’t have any assignments ortests due tomorrow.”

               “-it’s past yer curfew-”

               “Ya didn’t give anyone else acurfew!”

               “-and we don’t know Jake,” MaMcGucket finished patiently.  

               “You keep tellin’ me to makefriends.  I’m tryin’ to do that!”

               “Clair, we are not lettin’ ya goto the house of someone we don’t know, this late on a school night,” PaMcGucket said firmly.  Clair stomped herfoot.  “Throwin’ a tantrum ain’t the wayto get what ya want.”

               “Now, Clair,” Ma McGucket said,still keeping a level, calm voice, “we’ve got fam’ly visitin’.  Maybe spend some time with yer siblin’s.  Ya don’t get to see ‘em as often as ya usedto.”

               “They’re not my siblings!” Clairburst out.  The three McGuckets at thetable blinked in shock.  “They’re not myreal siblings, you’re not my real parents, and I hate you!”  She stormed out of the kitchen.  Lute looked at his parents.  

               “Ya mentioned she was havin’some disciplinary issues.  Thought it waslike me ‘n Angie,” Lute said.  PaMcGucket shook his head.

               “No.  She’s goin’ through a rough time and we wantto help her.  But the way she’s expressin’her frustration and feelin’s, it ain’t somethin’ we’re familiar with.  You ‘n Angie were rowdy in the way thatMcGuckets can be.  Clairy, she- she ain’t,”Pa McGucket said quietly.  Lute nodded.

               “I’ll go talk to her.  We’re pretty close.”

               “Ya sure?  She might need her space,” Ma McGucket said.

               “Nah, I think she just needs herspace from the two of ya.”

—– 

               Lute knocked on Clair’s door.

               “Clairy, it’s Lute.  Can I come in?” he asked.

               “…Yeah,” a voice said after aminute.  Lute opened the door and walkedin.  Clair was sitting on her bed,staring at the wall.  There were dark teartracks on her face.

               “Hon, you should invest inwater-proof mascara,” Lute said, closing the door carefully.  

               “Don’t cry, normally,” Clairmumbled.  Lute took a seat next to hisyounger sister.  

               “Yeah, yer a toughie, aren’t ya.”  Clair didn’t respond.  “Clairy, what’s goin’ on?”

               “Ma ‘n Pa ‘re toorestrictive.  I wanna go out ‘n dothings.  Go to parties, or restaurants,or whatever.  But they won’t let me.”

               “Why do ya think you should beable to do those things?” Lute asked. Clair looked down at her hands.

               “‘Cause I did ‘em the firsttime.”

               “Have ya been havin’ issues?”

               “Not- not like at first, wheneverything did the- you know,” Clair said, unwilling to say what had happenedto her thirteen years ago.  Lutenodded.  “But- a bit, yeah.  I keep expectin’ Ma ‘n Pa to do what my- myold parents did.  Don’t know why itstarted up.”

               “Bein’ a teenager is tough,”Lute said carefully.  “Yer goin’ throughchanges, biologically, socially.  Makessense that you’d get a bit mixed up with yer old memories.  All of ya is goin’ to be mixed up fer a bit.”

               “I guess.”

               “Clairy, try not to lash out atMa ‘n Pa like that, okay?  It won’t helpya feel better.”

               “Yeah…”

               “And since yer a teen, ya prob’lydon’t want to talk to ‘em ‘bout yer problems,” Lute continued.  Clair shook her head.  “But ya can always talk to me.  If it’s ‘female troubles’, ya can talk toAngie.  We’re here fer ya.”  He kissed the top of her head.  “No matter what ya say, we are yer real siblin’s.”

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