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#this isn’t meant to offend anyone these are just my thoughts that I’ve been working through lately
mcflymemes · 1 year
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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #3
we can’t stay here.
i’m not here to be spoiled.
how should we go about this?
that’s a spatula.
you should get behind me.
is that a serious question?
that’s what i’m trying to do.
cover me.
have i ever let you down?
i can’t think straight.
i guess i’m out of practice.
what kind of music do you like?
how many people have you been intimate with that you actually loved?
you’re just telling me something i already know.
if anyone needs their rest, it’s you.
i can only assume your life has been rather lackluster without me.
i appreciate that more than you know.
i really enjoy the person you are today.
i’m not accustomed to the cold.
did you just drop my phone? is it cracked?
give me a second. i need to sit down.
where have you been hiding?
you look incredible.
that’s a lie and you know it.
you are a work of art.
we should go on vacation.
how did they find us?
you’re mocking me.
the world isn’t very kind.
i have pictures i could send you.
oh, good, you caught onto my bitterness.
you could have just led with that.
fools will be fools.
i’ve seen you on the news before.
is there a reason you asked?
and now we’re being followed.
it’s pretty nice up here, isn’t it.
if you need any help, just let me know.
perhaps we’re imagining things.
you’ve got better aim than i thought.
i thought you knew everything.
i’m not used to it.
you broke my door!
mind if i join you?
i yearn for quiet holidays.
fancy seeing you here.
i hardly think that’s necessary.
do you have a gun on you right now?
give me your phone.
i’ll try not to be too offended.
you could have called.
i like when you smile.
you’ve got a deal.
are you blushing?
that was the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard.
i thought you were supposed to be hard to find.
trouble always seems to find me.
i need your help, old friend.
i miss the cold weather.
you don’t need to thank me.
it’s just me.
that was cruel.
i deserved that.
i suppose it’s too late to say no.
we’ve all got a past. some are better hidden than others.
are you trying to tell me how to live my life?
what you did took guts.
no, that’s not what i meant at all.
i wanted to be closer to you.
it used to be cheaper.
you have powers, don’t you.
you’re a bad kisser.
that wasn’t supposed to happen.
sorry for startling you.
make sure you keep me in the loop.
did you hear anything else?
should we get moving?
do you want it? free of charge?
you’re just trying to hide the fact that you missed me.
was this always your goal?
i don’t want to put words in your mouth.
did i find you at a bad time?
did you have a good relationship with your father?
please keep your pants on.
we’re closing in on our suspect.
could you get it working again?
if you would take a second to actually listen to what i just said.
are you asking me to pick a favorite?
i wish i could unsee things.
you go that way, and i’ll go this way.
what accent is that?
can i kiss you?
i’m just happy they sent someone nice.
i think you would make an excellent dance partner.
keep telling yourself that.
the picture’s crooked.
hang on, i’m taking a picture.
you never let yourself relax.
we mock what we love.
i trust you. i always do.
i really wish you would ask first before taking that.
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pizzaqueen · 1 year
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Another ficlet of Steve and Eddie dancing
Established relationship / around 700 words / rated T (for being vaguely suggestive?) / teensiest allusion to homophobia
Eddie loves making out with Steve. He loves everything—anything—they do, but sometimes, all he wants is to make out with Steve on his couch, in his bed, in the backseat of Steve’s car. It’s consuming. Everything else falls away when he’s with Steve.
That’s why he doesn’t realize he forgot to change the radio to a decent station until they’ve been making out for… Fuck, Eddie doesn’t know how long. He just knows that Steve is hot above him and Eddie’s working on a hickey at the juncture of Steve’s neck and shoulder that Steve will complain about later but isn’t stopping Eddie from giving him now.
But Steve breaks away for a moment, shifting between Eddie’s legs, and, above the sounds of their breathing, comes the sound of music Eddie would never willingly listen to. He tries to ignore it because Steve’s tongue is in his mouth and his hand is up Eddie’s shirt, but now that he’s noticed the music it’s so distracting. Ugh.
He pushes a confused, dazed, Steve away and shuffles over to the radio.
“What—” Steve starts, then huffs when Eddie reaches for the radio dial. “Wait, don’t change it.” There’s warmth at Eddie’s back and Steve’s hands on his hips. “I like this song.”
And, no, this is all wrong. Steve isn’t meant to get up. He’s meant to stay on the couch, waiting for Eddie to pick a better station, so they can continue their make-out session with the right soundtrack. But now he’s swaying behind Eddie, chin hooked over Eddie’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asks.
“We,” Steve says, turning Eddie around, “are dancing.”
“Are we?”
“Yeah,” Steve says, arranging Eddie so he’s got one arm draped over Steve’s shoulder, holding Eddie’s other hand in his own, fingers interlaced.
“I thought we were fooling around.”
“We can do that later,” Steve says, but he pulls Eddie close with the arm around his waist, so their bodies are flush. And maybe they’re a little less horizontal than Eddie would like, but he can deal with this.
“Kind of an old-fashioned song for your taste, isn’t it?”
“Old stuff is cool now,” Steve says. “Anyway, it was in Dirty Dancing.”
“Oh, so you think you’re Patrick Swayze, or something, huh?”
“Sure.” Steve rolls his hips, thigh slotted between Eddie’s, and winks.
Heat rushes Eddie, and he almost wishes they were back on the couch, but this is a different kind of fun. Still, he clears his throat and says, “Okay, just don’t tell anyone.” He bites Steve’s jaw. “I’ve got a certain reputation to protect, you know.”
“Oh, yeah, I was planning on telling the whole town I was slow dancing with another guy.”
It stings, but Eddie knows it hurts Steve too despite the joke. So, he cups the back of Steve’s neck, bringing their foreheads together for a moment. He sinks his fingers into Steve’s hair and tugs a little.
Steve hums and kisses him, then pulls back so he can sing: “For every kiss you give me—” He taps his cheek expectantly.
Eddie rolls his eyes, but he plants a wet kiss on the spot he touched.
Then Steve sings, “I’ll give you three,” and kisses Eddie three times, once on each cheek, and then on his mouth.
It’s corny and so Steve that Eddie aches, heart too big for his chest. Fuck, he loves this dorky, sexy, romantic idiot. “You’re such a dork.”
“So are you.”
Eddie doesn’t even pretend to be offended. “I love you.”
“I know.” Steve grins, pulling Eddie impossibly tighter against him, and whispers, “I love you too,” into Eddie’s ear.
A shiver runs down Eddie’s spine and his heart beats hard.
Dancing in his trailer to ‘Be My Baby’ with Steve has got to be one of the most ridiculously romantic things Eddie’s ever done. Not that there’s been a whole lot of romance in his life, at least not before Steve. But this is… This is nice. Really nice. He can’t deny that.
So, he lets Steve spin them around, sways along with him, even pulls a couple moves of his own that make Steve smile wide. And when the song fades out, he doesn’t change the station.
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ramspatula · 3 months
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Zinnias | Lloyd Garmadon x reader
This is how our lives worked. We both had such different roles in this life. But I know we can make it work.
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I crept through the woods. Hiding behind every tree I needed too. I was tracking this rogue beast that was apparently harbouring a dragon egg. An object from a realm that wasn’t this one. Being the master of realms meant I had to keep everything in order and objects being in the wrong realm could mean the whole foundation of the different realms could be broken and ultimate destruction. Finally I had reached its nest. I loaded my bow and arrow and listened, apprehensively. Then I heard its footsteps cause some leaves and twigs to crunch and instantly moved to shoot at the beast only to gasp and immediately point my bow at the floor.
“Hey, peaches.”
The man in front of me grinned and shuffled the dragon egg into one hand to allow me to charge at him and wrap my arms around his neck. He spun me around in a princess twirl with one arm and kissed the side of my head as I squealed in glee. I looked up at him in shock.
“What are you doing here?! I thought you were-“
“Tracking some gang members- I was! But I finished early so I got pixal to send me your mission info and I thought I’d come join you for our anniversary.” He said and I gasped.
“Oh my god- first of all, deep voice -second, it’s been that long?” I asked and he nodded, arm wrapping around my waist as we headed out the woods. Leaving the peacefully sleeping (knocked out) beast at its nest.
“It’s been that long…” he said, deflated.
“I’m guessing no leads on Master Wu then.” I said and he nodded.
“Jay and Cole are going to investigate one but I can place all my bets on it being a lost cause.” He said and I leaned on him.
“Hmm… 5 years though. What an accomplishment!” I said and he smiled.
“I’m proud of us… from 17 to 22, well 18-23 for me. How have you stuck with me for so long?” He asked and I laughed.
“It’s not been easy.” I said and he looked at me offended.
“Oh really?” He asked and I laughed.
“Oh yeah.” I said and I moved in front of him and started walking backwards so I could still face him. “Especially when you told me that I was actually in a relationship with a 14 year old.” I said and his face dropped.
“No! No I was not 14! I’m not 19 either. Everything about me says 23- almost 24! The time- if that’s how we’re arguing it works then that would make the others 16 with how young they were turned.” Lloyd defended and I laughed.
“I know, I know. Although, you do sound like you’ve just gone through puberty.” I said and he smiled.
“Y/n, I’ve gone months at a time without speaking.” He explained and I shrugged. He used to be the only who could say my name without me glitching. Now anyone could say it but Peach has stuck for too long now.
“It’s okay, I dig it.” I said and he shook his head in amusement. “Say my name again.” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck and he shook his head and leaned his head against me. “Say it. C’mon.” I said and pretended to bite his nose which made him laugh.
“Y/n, my Peach, Peaches, the Apple of my Eye, my literal prophesied soulmate- your turn.” He said and I laughed.
“My voice isn’t any different?!” I questioned and he pretended to bite my nose this time.
“Just do it, cmon.” He said and I giggled.
“Lloyd, Pookie, love of my life, my literal prophesied soulmate.” I said and he hummed.
“I’m going to ignore the fact you used Pearl’s nickname for us.” Lloyd said and I groaned.
“Pearl! I miss my Pookie!” I said and he rolled his eyes.
“This is the only mission you’ve had without her in a whole year!” He argued and I pouted.
“Still.” I said and he shook his head before remembering the egg in his hand. He moved it towards me. I smiled in thanks.
“What you going to do with it?” Lloyd asked and I smiled.
“Send it home.” I opened a mini vortex into the realm its energy has came from but when I went to put the egg through it almost was destroyed and the vortex closed itself in rejection.
“What was what?” Lloyd asked and I looked at him, perplexed.
“It’s not supposed to go home. I think it’s meant to stay with me.” I said and he frowned before looking from the egg to me.
“I don’t think we can really have pets right now.” He said and I looked at him with big eyes.
“But imagine a baby dragon-“ I said and he deadpanned.
“I can imagine. I can also imagine when it turns into this.” He said and Pooch burst to life in front of us and immediately started nosing around the egg. He then nuzzled me the best he could with his giant snout and I held the lower side of his jaw and leant my head next to his eye. He was a gorgeous dragon. Big and full of glory and power. 4 legs and a wingspan of 340ft. He was giant and powerful but such a beautiful dragon. His scales were green and the shades of the colour varied on all parts of his body with Gold accents and highlights also on his body. His red eyes matched Lloyd’s when he wasn’t hiding them behind his normal green and I kissed next to the dragon’s eye.
“See he wants to keep it.” I said and Lloyd rolled his eyes and he pulled his mask on.
“Get on.” He said, fed up but with a playful tint in his voice and I smiled at him before putting the egg into the large satchel I had with me and pulling my mask and hood on. Mine and Lloyd’s gi’s were a little different. Pooch bent down to allow me to climb up his neck to the saddle and Lloyd followed soon after. I leaned against his back as he grabbed the reigns. “Seriously, we don’t need a massive dragon that cant just poof out of existence.” He said and I looked up at him.
“Please?” I said and he rolled his eyes.
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One, two, three…
One, two, three…
Four, five, six…
Seven, eight, nine…
Four, five, six…
One..
Eight, nine…
Four, three, Ten!
“Wow!” I’d managed to shoot a target right in the middle of the head before it could even pounce at me. I smiled in relief at finally completing this stupid training sequence. Unlike Zane I didn’t have built in targeting system so I had to train mine. “I’ll never get how you do it, Peaches.” Pearl said and I laughed. Supporting me in my inability to hear my own name. Pearl had started going by Pearl instead of her name and it stuck. Cole called her Doll more than anything.
“It’s literally your bow, dickhead.” I said and she shrugged.
“You’re better with it. I just know the basics. Only Zane has ever got this far in the simulator with a bow before.” She said and I shrugged.
“One of us has to train.” I said and she gasped in outrage before nodding.
“True.” She said, immediately giving up her fight and I laughed.
“Heard from Cole yet?” I asked and she shook her head.
“Not since he said there was a massive snow storm they had to pass through- it’s like he knows exactly what to say to me to get me to freak out!” She said and I smiled, raising the bow and shooting at a random target that was launched in the air. It hit it. I was so proud of myself.
“Well, you’d get a vision of it if you knew he was about to die.” I said and she deadpanned.
“Thanks. Now I’m going to be questioning whether that’s a reoccurring nightmare or vision now.” She said and picked up a strawberry from the fruit platter that she had made and eating it.
“Please, the biggest threat to him is Jay’s blabber mouth. Those two will be lucky to come home together and not take separate ways home.” I said and put down the quiver of arrows and the bow and went to grab the katanas.
“Fair enough… what are you going to do with that egg?” She asked and I shrugged. The simulation began and I started slicing through different images as she watched.
“I don’t know… wait till it hatches-!” I said and quickly deflected a laser that was supposed to imitate a real laser shot.
“That was close- anyway! We’re not allowed a puppy because it’s too dangerous for it but a dragon can protect itself!” Pearl suggested and I smiled before blocking another shot and slicing through a target.
“Lloyd already said no but I’ve never been that great at following his orders.” I said and dodged another shot.
“True, true.” She said before pausing. “We’re technically not elemental masters and I’m not even technically a ninja. Well I am but I’m more the medic. I’ve perfected basic ninjitsu but I’d become a flump if I even tried that thing.” She said and the simulation ended giving me a score of 14/15. I nodded. Taking the 90% for now. My form on the last stretch slipped and I know that. “90%! You didn’t even get hit or slip!” Pearl said in outrage for me and I laughed. Panting.
“I got a little sloppy at the end…” I said and stole a piece of fruit from her platter. “You heard from Kai? Heard he was back in Ninjago last months whilst I was away?” I said and she nodded.
“Oh yeah. He’s got a new girlfriend. He’s actually had one for a while surprisingly. It was their 2 year anniversary a couple months ago.” Pearl revealed and my eyes widened.
“That long?!” I questioned and she nodded. “God, I must’ve stopped listening to him too early.” I said and Pearl laughed.
“I also spoke to Skylor! Happier than ever. Enjoying the quiet life. Good for her.” Pearl told me and I nodded in agreement.
“Must be nice.” I said and helped myself to more fruit.
“Girl I’m going to make you a sandwich in a minute-! When was the last time you ate?” She asked and I shrugged.
“A few days ago. I got used to going without food for a few days when I was doing all those tracking down wrong real objects missions.” I said and she nodded.
“I’m ordering takeout then because they never make me pay when I answer the temple door in my gi and mask.” She said and I rolled my eyes.
“Go ahead. Although don’t order me much- I don’t know how much my stomach can handle.” I said and she deadpanned before turning to the fridge.
“Zane’s frozen left overs then.” She said and I laughed.
“Sorry I ruined your binge.” I said and she stared at me.
“It’s okay, you’ll make it up to me when you can stomach things everyday again.” She said and I rolled my eyes.
“But those days you won’t want to do it. You’ll decide it’s ‘my body is a temple’ season.” I said and she looked at me like I was crazy.
“No! That’s Cole’s thing at the moment. Plus I’ve managed to keep the physique! No one can beat me at basic ninjitsu simulator all around.” She said and I laughed.
“What even is that?!” I laughed and Pixal cut in.
“That, title, is to commemorate the fact that Pearl is the only one to complete the standard ninjitsu simulations 40 times.” She sounded exasperated and I smiled.
“Wow, proud of you Pearl.” I said and she smiled.
“Thank you!” She said before putting the now plated frozen food in the microwave. “Anyway! Speaking of anniversaries-“
“That was 2 conversations ago-“
“-Speaking of anniversaries!” She cut me off and I just shook my head in amusement. “How was yours and Lloyd’s? 5 years.” She asked and I smiled.
“Well…”
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“-but that lead to another dead end. I stopped by to see my Dad and Pearl but Pearl, for once in her life, was actually on a mission-“ Lloyd ranted and I laughed.
“Without me?!” I gasped and he nodded.
“That’s what I thought!” He said and I smiled. “So I check the date and I see that our anniversary is in 2 days!… Sorry, I haven’t got you any flowers or anything- I was kinda focused on just getting here.” He said and I smiled before grabbing his hand.
“I don’t mind. Just you is enough.” I told him and he laughed.
“You sure I’m worth it?” He asked and I nodded without hesitation. “I don’t feel like it sometimes.”
“Of course you are. I wouldn’t put up with all this bullshit if my heart wasn’t full of you and only you.” I told him and he smiled.
“I’ve really missed you.” He admitted and I nodded.
“Missed you too.” I said before taking a deep breath. “This isn’t very happy conversation for an anniversary.” I smiled and he did too but it didn’t have any warm behind it. My face dropped. “What? What is it?” I asked and he sighed and leant back onto his elbows. I was laying on my side and resting on my hand as we both were ontop of this cliff that overlooked the whole forest.
“I-I can’t stay for too long.” He admitted and I felt my eyes drift away.
“I guessed that.” I said and he sighed before pulling me up into a hug and I settled into his chest before he gave up and decided to just move me between his legs so he could have a better grip on me too. Lloyd way of showing love limited itself to touch and the way he looks at you. But I always knew when he needed more than other times.
“I just wish we could find Wu and end this search.” He said and I nodded.
“Me too.” I agreed and rubbed his hand that interlinked with his with my thumb and he nuzzled into my neck. He always said that I smiled nice.
“You smell really good.” There it was.
“I’ve been in forest for a month and showering in waterfalls- I can’t smell good at all.” I said and he chuckled before kissing my neck.
“You smell really good.” He repeated and I rolled my eyes before he buried his face again. “Really good.”
“This is addictive for you, you know this.” I said and he just licked my neck. I laughed before he started kissing my neck as well and I could help but laugh, it tickled. There was a scar along my collarbone from where he had accidentally bit me too hard once. We were deep in a moment like this one and he forgot he had little fangs gifted from his father. Said dangers grazed my skin and I shuddered.
“Somehow, I can’t help myself.” He said and continued until I shoved him off and moved my neck to rest on his shoulder so I was looking up at him. It took him two seconds to kiss me. With one hand still interlinked and I lifted the other to hold his lower jaw.
“Wow… we should do this again some time.” I told him and he laughed.
“Agreed… you’re going to keep that egg, aren’t you?”
“You know I am.” I said and I could feel him roll his eyes before he looked up at the night sky. “Do not start spurting your astrology bullshit at me-“
“That’s the bounty.” He said and I groaned to his amusement. He continued pointing at stars. “That’s the green ninja.”
“That’s just stars! I don’t see shit!” I yelled and he chuckled but continued.
“There you-! Oh! And a dragon!” He began laughing through his sentence as I tried kneeling up to cover his mouth yet he escaped all my attempts to before we were both sent tumbling down the cliff into a clearing. He was laughing his guts out as I breathlessly laughed and clung to him. “I think there’s a thorn in my ass!” He laughed and that caused me to burst out.
“I didn’t think we were that close to the edge!” I said and he nodded.
“Neither did I.” Lloyd said before sitting up. “So… you gonna take me back to your place? Show me where you’ve been staying whilst it’s taken you a month to track down this beast.”
“I wasn’t just tracking the beast! And I’ve been gone for longer than a month! Just everything to do with this forest has taken me a month!” I said in offence and he laughed.
“Oh sure.” He said and I made my way back up to the cliff and grabbed the satchel with egg in before carefully sliding down. “This is a great view.” He said as I climbed back up.
“Shut up.” I said and he just smiled, mischievously before grabbing me when I was almost down and pulling me off causing me to yelp. “The egg! Be careful!” I told him and he just smiled before taking my hand as I led him to my camp.
The camp consisted of a small crater in side of the flat cliff that you had to climb down some vine to get to. When Lloyd saw it he made the rocks shift and move to form stairs. I looked at him gratefully as I led him into the crater that I had covered the front of with vines. He immediately lit one of the candles and then looked at me to say something. Multiple various things were in the crater.
“This is where I’ve been for a month.” I said and he nodded before sitting on the make shift bed as I placed the egg in a pot above what normally is my fire. “A little help please.” I said and moved out the way when he sent a little green fireball to the bottom and it lit up. “I usually use it for cooking but it can house this for now.” I said and he nodded.
“When are you heading back to the monastery?” He asked and I shrugged.
“Soon I guess.” I said and he nodded. “I’m going to check in to that village at the bottom of the forest. See if they need anything and then I’ll go home…. Wow. Home.” I said and he chuckled.
“Been awhile, huh?” He said and I nodded.
“Doesn’t really feel like home anymore though.” I said and he just looked down. “I don’t like sleeping in an empty bed, Lloyd.” I told him and he sighed.
“I had a feelings that’s why you keep going on these stake out missions.” He said and it was my turn to look away.
“It’s… at least I know no one else is supposed to be sleeping next to me.” I said and he nodded.
“No I get it…” Lloyd paused before continuing. “I freaked out when I learned you were here.” He said and I frowned. “I came back to the temple for you and you weren’t there… I got scared.” He admitted and I paused before moving to sit on the makeshift bed with him. He let himself rest his head on my shoulder as I held him and rested my own head atop his.
“What did you do?” I asked, softly and he took a deep breath.
“I immediately got Pixal to send me your mission logs and access your last known locations.” He revealed and I smiled and shook my head at his antics. “From your logs I could figure out where the beast was heading and where the nest would be.” He said and I let out a breathless laugh.
“Oh my god.” I said and I felt him hold me tighter.
“I had this moment where I realised I didn’t know where you were and it really freaked me out because if I didn’t know where you were? How could I come find you if you don’t come back?” He asked and I kissed the top of his head.
“We’ll find him.” I said and he scoffed.
“How can you be so sure?” He asked and I smiled. “Not everyone comes back.” He added and I leaned off him to look at him.
“Because Ninja never quit.” I told him and he looked at me for a second before shaking his head in a startled laugh.
“Did you really just use that on me?” He asked and I shrugged. “Oh wow, you did.” He said before grabbing and pushing me down onto the bed as I laughed. He was on top of me as soon as my back was on the floor and I laughed as he held my hands down. “I can’t believe you.” He said and I laughed.
“Hey I like this position! You always manage to get me into it during training.” I said and he shook his head.
“This is a little different than training.” He said and kissed me. “How long again?” He asked and I smiled.
“Since we’ve seen each other? 5 months? Since we’ve done anything? 9.” I told him and he frowned.
“Well that’s just not good enough, is it?” He said and started kissing me. “How the hell have you held up?” Lloyd asked and I giggled and he nipped at my ear.
“I haven’t.” I told him and his face turned into a devilish expression before…
“Damn you, Peaches.”
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“Yeah I’d say it went pretty well since we haven’t seen each other in forever.” I told Pearl who nodded.
“How was yours and Cole’s? 3 years. Thats the changing point there. That’s when a relationship becomes for life in this world.” I said and she laughed.
“We missed it.” She admitted and I said nothing. “It’s okay though because we promised to do something when he comes back. He got Pixal to schedule an order of flowers and chocolates though.” She said and I smiled.
“Carnations?” I asked and she nodded.
“A singular pink carnation for everyday he’s been with me and loved me.” Pearl said and I deadpanned.
“You were watching friends with him again, weren’t you?” I asked and she nodded.
“Thankfully he’s not actually like Ross.” She said and I hummed.
“Joey, maybe.” I said and she placed the microwaved food in front of me and I smiled in thanks.
“Have you spoken to Garmadon yet?” Pearl asked and I shook my head.
“No I’m going to straight after this I just needed a moment to process that I’m home.” I said and she looked at me with understanding.
“Are you doing okay?” She asked and I shrugged.
“It is what it is.” I said and she smiled. “Is everything completely wrong and not normal? Yes. Can I do anything about it? No. So it’s just dealing with it, step by step.” I said and she nodded.
“I get it. I just wish I had more to do sometimes.” She said and I smiled.
“You will. Garmadon not got you training the monks? Since you’re so good at standard ninjutsu?” I asked and she rolled her eyes.
“Garmadon lets me get up late nowadays.” She said and I chuckled. “He’s actually not doing so well… I can see it in his eyes.” Pearl admitted and I looked up concerned.
“Misako still isn’t telling him anything, is she?” I asked and Pearl shook her head. “Her search for Wu is probably as successful as her search for a way to stop the ultimate battle… it wouldn’t be the first time she’s left her family.” I said and Pearl’s eyes widened.
“He cheered up a bit after Lloyd came and saw him… granted I didn’t know he had visited until after but- he has been better.” Pearl said and I smiled.
“That’s probably my cue to go see him, isn’t it?” I asked and she nodded.
“Yeah…” She said and I stood up and bushed the bowl towards her. “You barely ate anything.”
“Thank you.” I said and moved towards the doors that led to the rest of the monastery.
I walked through the halls steadily, with a heavy heart. Seeing how tall some of the young monks had grown in only a couple of months was tugging the strings on my heart. I successfully disrupted a meditation class by walking past the room and waving. When I finally got to the living quarters of the monastery, I knocked on the door of the ‘office’ area which consisted of two arm chairs and a desk with a few scrolls on and a coffee table with a tray of tea on.
“Come in.” I heard his voice and smiled. I pushed open the door and was greeted with a pleasantly surprised man. “Well if it isn’t my star pupil!”
“Miss me?” I asked and he nodded.
“Yes, come, sit.” He gestured over and I gave him a genuine smile as I got comfy on the arm chair and made a little dramatic out of it.
“This is so much better than the forest floor.” I said and he chuckled.
“Never forget where you began, nature’s child.” He said and I laughed.
“Yes, sensei.” I said and he smiled.
“So, tell me of your adventures.” He told me and I sat up and leant over the arm of the chair to talk to him.
“I spent 5 months sleeping on the ground.” I said and he smiled. “Pearl joined me on some of the things I was doing so I wasn’t alone for the whole time but I would’ve been on my own for the last 2 months if Lloyd hadn’t of visited me and helped me to get this dragon egg.” I said and Garmadon lit up at the mention of his son.
“Lloyd came and saw you?” He asked and I nodded.
“Yeah, we spent a few days together over our anniversary and last I heard he was heading towards Ninjago city.” I told Garmadon who nodded.
“Do go on.” He told me and I smiled.
“The dragon egg doesn’t want to go home so I think I’m going to keep it.” I said and Garmadon chuckled.
“Of course you are.” He said and I smiled at the similar response to his son.
“Have any of the others came back?” I asked and his expression dimmed.
“Kai and Zane were here not too long ago but other than that, no one has really been back. Lloyd was here a while ago but I assume that was before he came to see you.” Garmadon said and I nodded.
“He did say he had been.” I affirmed. “Heard anything from Misako.” I asked and he shook his head.
“No.” He sighed. “I’m afraid Misako won’t contact any of us unless she needs to. Whenever she goes on her own journeys, she does it completely alone.” Garmadon said and I nodded.
“Lloyd’s like that… it’s frustrating to be honest.” I admitted and he nodded.
“I am well aware.” He told me and I we shared an empathetic stare. Me and Garmadon were very similar in some parts of our character. I’d always taken better to him than I had Wu. I had met Lloyd not long after he turned older. We met at Mystake’s tea shop. Pearl had wanted to try all these different teas for her birthday and I bought a selection from Mystake as my present to her. I was nervous and didn’t know what I was even talking about. He had asked me what my favourite tea was and I said green with no hesitation even though I had never had it. He looked smug and said that was his favourite too. Before I knew it, I was on the dark island with him and it was where we had our first everything. Everything. I smiled at the memories.
“You know it’s not your fault.” I said to him, I was referring to Misako leaving and Lloyd being Lloyd.
“After being alone for so long, a man begins to wonder if the reason he is left behind is simply himself. I am not the man who wonders but I am the father who wishes he could’ve done more.” Garmadon told me and I took a deep breath.
“Being trapped in an underworld can prevent such things… like being involved in your child’s life. Or knowing he exists. Lloyd doesn’t blame you and his anger is not pointed towards you.” I reassured and Garmadon looked ahead, the desperation in eyes made me feel sick. “Lloyd’s angry at Misako. He struggles with the fact that she left him,… twice now. He cried after telling me he doesn’t understand how to accept her and how he feels so guilty because of it since almost everyone on the team is practically parentless or can only rarely see them.” I said and Garmadon and nodded.
“We’ve had a similar conversation.” He admitted and my eyes widened. “Lloyd’s emotion are that of a dragon. Unpredictable and fierce. The amount of control he has over them, especially for his age, in itself is impressive. The same could be said for you.” He told me and I frowned.
“My life hasn’t been nearly that complex.” I said and he looked to me.
“Even after the dragon has soared over and conquered the world, it doesn’t forget its time in its shell.” Garmadon told me and I frowned. “You need not explain yourself, nor comfort me.” Garmadon told me and looked at him unsurely. “Your mere presence in my son’s life brings me comfort. He trusts no one like he trusts you, my daughter.” He said and I smiled, genuinely. The nickname from my father in law had been established early on and I loved it.
“There’s nothing that means more to me than him.” I assured and Garmadon nodded.
“Then you are lucky that this sentiment is reciprocated.” I smiled and nodded in thanks.
Because it’s true, I love Lloyd Garmadon like no one else could. Because there is truly no other person I could ever be with. In this realm or any other.
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𝑫𝑬𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰:  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻  𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.    a  compilation  of  sentence  starters  from  and  inspired  by  season  two  of  degrassi:  the  next  generation.  potentially  triggering  themes  present.  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary  but  do  not  add  to  the  list.  thank  you!
‘ i have one thing to say to you. get ready because i'm coming after you this time. ’
‘ have you been drinking? ’
‘ i don't know how to tell you this... ’
‘ you're my best friend... but if that's not enough.. ’
‘ maybe we could have dinner tomorrow night? ’
‘ i want to scare him so bad he doesn't ever think of doing this to someone else. ’
‘ hey, you might want to chill... he's a little old for you.. ’
‘ i hear you're quite the basketball star. ’
‘ i'm happy. i'm really happy. 'cause he's dead... 'cause he's gone for good. ’
‘ i'll change seats if you don't shut up. ’
‘ that's the first smile i've seen on him since you left. ’
‘ when i'm offended you know you've really gone too far. ’
‘ you honestly think i would go out in public with them for thirty bucks? ’
‘ let's get some sleep because tomorrow's going to be a long and wonderful day. ’
‘ you leaving was a huge wake-up call for me. ’
‘ you can't stand being around me. ’
‘ you know what you want... so go for it. ’
‘ i hate him, { name }. i hate him so much. ’
‘ it's really hard, pretending to be something you're not. ’
‘ you sure you're not having doubts? ’
‘ we talk on the phone once in a while but yesterday was the first time i've seen them in months. ’
‘ you should do exactly what it is you want to do but make sure you graduate from school first. ’
‘ you're looking rather radiant today. ’
‘ so when are you guys going to have a kid? ’
‘ really, could you two be more meant for each other? ’
‘ i want my friends back and just standing by is not going to make that happen. ’
‘ i still can't sleep without my light on. ’
‘ there's a rule. the youngest you can date is half your age plus seven. ’
‘ you know, for a second there, i thought you were going to ask me out. ’
‘ you're really pretty and anyone who tells you different is blind, or jealous, so just tell them to shut up. ’
‘ hey, i know things look bad but we got to keep going as if the wedding is happening. ’
‘ wow. you look exactly like your mom in her high school photo. ’
‘ stop being a baby and get ready for the wedding. ’
‘ so... the dance. are you still going solo? if so, you're not anymore. ’
‘ the whole squad was great... but you totally stood out. ’
‘ { name }, c'mon... i can't leave.. ’
‘ you sure you're not having doubts? ’
‘ we've discussed it and we definitely want kids. ’
‘ you've been in her shadow for how long? isn't it time for you to step into the spotlight? ’
‘ wait a minute... did you just talk to me without saying twerp or dweeb? ’
‘ lighten up. we had fun. ’
‘ someone warned me about him once and i should have listened. ’
‘ it's so loud out here. you want to go someplace a little more private? ’
‘ if this is going to work then some things have to stay private. ’
‘ i'm not saying never, just not right now. ’
‘ i knew coming here was a mistake. ’
‘ the gym looks amazing. i can't wait for the dance. ’
‘ someone's in a good mood... ’
‘ i thought that maybe we could get out of town tomorrow. ’
‘ sometimes people don't want the whole truth. ’
‘ where am i going to go, huh? where am i going to go? ’
‘ you heard him. he made where he stands very clear. he doesn't want a kid right now. ’
‘ it's my wedding day and the groom has disappeared. ’
‘ we're totally over-dressed. ’
‘ how does information travel in this family? oh, that's right, every which way except from you to me. ’
‘ why do you even bother? i'm just a big, stupid loser. ’
‘ you don't have to invite me to your dumb party. ’
‘ i'm the king of this school and you're my queen. ’
‘ don't touch me. don't ever touch me. ’
‘ remember a certain someone you dated last year? it seems he's still in love with you. ’
‘ you'll always be the most important person in my life! ’
‘ i'm not dating anyone. ’
‘ life doesn't wait for you to get adjusted. it happens. ’
‘ what do you know? you talked to him for five minutes. ’
‘ we need to talk but we are not doing it here. ’
‘ i've seen the way he looks at you. he still likes you. ’
‘ i'm having a party tonight at my house, do you think you can make it? ’
‘ look, my business, my problem. i'm fine. ’
‘ you've stopped blaming yourself. ’
‘ i haven't had this much fun since... well, i haven't had this much fun ever. ’
‘ i know it's not good for me but it tastes like... happy! ’
‘ no one is "fine" after losing someone. ’
‘ someone's in a bad mood. ’
‘ i can't believe i'm actually getting married tomorrow. ’
‘ you've just been thrown for a major loop. you've got to cut yourself some slack. ’
‘ you didn't tell me you were back in town. ’
‘ what's this? i go away for the weekend and you invite the whole school? ’
‘ we do stand out but that's good. ’
‘ the pain's going to catch up to you. ’
‘ your dad? you saw your dad? why didn't you tell me? ’
‘ so much for us "being one," huh? ’
‘ i was thinking about getting my belly button pierced. ’
‘ just because { name } and i are dating doesn't mean things between us are going to change. ’
‘ he hurt me and no one in the world seems to be able to do anything about it. ’
‘ we don't want anymore kids right now. end of story. ’
‘ the mysteries of the universe are infinite to me. ’
‘ something happened to you. ’
‘ we've known each other since junior high... ’
‘ some couples would think of this as a blessing. ’
‘ what you did changed my life. ’
‘ come with me. we'll watch out for each other. ’
‘ your love brings tears to my eyes. ’
‘ are you sure you don't want popcorn? ’
‘ i know you guys had a date, and i know he never called you back, and i know you're jealous. get over it. ’
‘ isn't this the part where we walk home together and are best friends again? ’
‘ { name }, are you mad at me? did i do something wrong? ’
‘ you two don't have the best relationship? ’
‘ if i were to disappear, who'd care? what would it matter? ’
‘ give them some of your world famous attitude. show 'em who's boss. ’
‘ summer's over, i'm back from summer camp, and now you won't ever get away from me. ’
‘ this isn't about your parents or my parents, this is about you and me. ’
‘ i'm out of here. tonight. ’
‘ no, i mean... my dad, he would never have let me have you over like this. ’
‘ it wasn't until later that it hit, that they were dead. ’
‘ it wasn't what i thought it was going to be. i kind of thought it'd be beautiful or something... ’
‘ i wanted him to want to be with me. ’
‘ there must be a mistake. i've never lost anything in my life. ’
‘ i know how much this means to you... but i'm sorry, you didn't make the cut. ’
‘ someone's in love. ’
‘ i think i owe you a dance. ’
‘ how does it feel? to find your one true love? ’
‘ call me romantic but i always imagined my first date ending in a kiss. ’
‘ can i be honest with you? you and { name } getting back together? the stupidest idea i've ever heard. ’
‘ you know, that kind of sounds to me like you're pregnant. ’
‘ i've never liked anyone like this before. it's weird. ’
‘ i love being around you... just not all the time, okay? ’
‘ we don't all have rich parents who'll just buy us whatever we want. ’
‘ if you really love her then why change her? you should love her for who she is. ’
‘ you and me? we'll always be friends. ’
‘ tell her i miss her, okay? ’
‘ don't you have enough to worry about right now? ’
‘ you're funny, but you're intelligent too, and you're just wasting it by always being the class clown. ’
‘ there you are! i thought you left without me! ’
‘ you've been gone forever! ’
‘ i keep trying to forget... but i can't. ’
‘ is it so wrong that i've finally found someone i care about? ’
‘ people can change. ’
‘ we would have fun on a date, guaranteed. all i need is your phone number. ’
‘ you can't tell your dad about us meeting, alright? ’
‘ it's hard to believe there's a baby growing in there. ’
‘ you never stop surprising me, { name }. ’
‘ one day, when a guy likes you, you'll understand how this works. ’
‘ it's all about knowing what you want and then going for it. ’
‘ have you ever heard of knocking?! ’
‘ i got myself into anger management and i've gotten better. i've gotten a lot better. ’
‘ you don't think i should go, do you? ’
‘ i don't think you should talk to her anymore. ’
‘ this is so not the time to talk to me. ’
‘ you were paid to go out with me? ’
‘ sometimes it's like you and { name } are the couple, not you and me. ’
‘ they say we're the schools hottest new couple. ’
‘ i wanted them gone, so why am i crying now that they are? ’
‘ how long are we going to pretend like nothing happened? ’
‘ i know, it's not a real date but i want to wear something you'll like ’
‘ this is turning out to be one of the best days of my life. ’
‘ my mom's having this party and i was wondering if maybe you want to come along? ’
‘ you want me to add anything to this grocery list? ’
‘ what { name } and i do together is none of your business. ’
‘ you... you dance like a wounded polar bear. ’
‘ has my rep declined to the point where a loser like them thinks they can ask me out and get away with it? ’
‘ how could you not tell me that you're pregnant? ’
‘ i'm ready to talk. well... as ready as i'll ever be. ’
‘ i know what you found out it beyond weird but it's not the end of the world. ’
‘ you get, like, whatever you want and i can't even afford... anything. ’
‘ you remember that invite i gave you? well, it was sort of a mistake. ’
‘ i couldn't tell everyone where you went and why. ’
‘ me and you, we're not mom and dad, right? ’
‘ you don't have to worry about that, alright? ’
‘ i know this sounds awful but my parents were wondering if maybe you wanted to come to dinner. ’
‘ i'm so sorry about my parents. what did they say exactly? ’
‘ okay, so you're pregnant. it's nothing to be ashamed of. ’
‘ it'll never happen again? is that what you were going to say? 'cause that's what you always say. ’
‘ are you ever going to tell me what happened with you two? ’
‘ well, it's a lot different here, i suppose. huh? ’
‘ i just can't understand how it happened. i mean, you're on the pill. ’
‘ this is my school and i don't want to see you or talk to you again. ’
‘ i had no idea you had a crush on someone. who is it? ’
‘ what happened to going to the doctor after school? ’
‘ that's why i love you. wait- no, no, not 'love' you, just... like you a lot. ’
‘ you here to steal another one of my brilliant ideas? ’
‘ fun? you think what you did to me was fun? ’
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For the character bingo - Ruggie!
***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***
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Ruggie has some of the same positive traits of Vil (determined and hard-working), but I find him way more approachable than Vil could ever be. I think part of it comes down to Ruggie’s humble roots, and part of it comes down to his overall personality being more mischievous and laidback than Vil’s. He’s the common man, someone that I find much more relatable than a celebrity.
Ruggie has gone through a lot in his life, and all of those experiences have helped harden him without necessarily stripping away his cheer. You’d think that going through such hardships like losing his parents at a young age and growing up in a severely impoverished neighborhood would make Ruggie cold and cynical, but you’ll more often than not find him laughing and smiling in spite of it. He isn’t hopeless about his circumstances or his future--he’s actively working to change it and make it a brighter one for himself using his wits and his resourcefulness, and I find that extremely inspirational and admirable.
I feel that he is oftentimes boiled down by the fandom into two traits: being greedy and liking food. Those are aspects of Ruggie’s personality, but it really does not tell the whole picture and stops woefully short of seeing just how complex he really is. I really appreciate that Ruggie’s past carries over and has consequences in his behavior; I haven’t seen a lot of media that accurately portrays how living in poverty has an impact in how one acts. Ruggie does a lot of little things to save money, such as not wasting food, scavenging leftover materials and morsels from others, reusing/repurposing old items, and haggling when possible. These are things that real impoverished people would do. How do I know that? Because I have friends and family that been through the same and have done similar things in response to being strapped for cash.
We can really see the effects of growing up poor and what that has done to Ruggie’s mentality. He’s always concerned about when and where his next meal will come, and he incessantly saves things and money because he never knows when he might need it. This lends him more depth and complexity than if he was just a random hyena stealing wallets and licking influential people’s boots in hopes of getting in their good graces. Ruggie knows the money he stole and those relationships may not last forever, so he sees the value in a more secure and stable income and being self-sufficient.
Another big misconception about Ruggie is that he’s being “pushed around” and “used” by Leona, and that Ruggie hates it and wants to bring Leona down. Yes, it’s true that Leona runs Ruggie ragged and yes, Ruggie gets annoyed by it, but Ruggie still maintains a certain sense of loyalty because this arrangement is something that he 100% consented to. People tend to make it out like Leona forced Ruggie into serving him, when the truth is that the relationship is MUTUTAL. Leona states it clear as day in episode 6 that Ruggie is not very strong, so he made allies of people who ARE strong to benefit from them. Ruggie is VERY aware of what he is doing, and it’s a sacrifice he is willingly making to get something out of the deal (Leona’s protection, free food and clothes, and presumably wages), while Leona gets Ruggie’s services in return. It’s no different than any other odd job Ruggie takes on for additional income, so I’ve never understood why people are so quick to jump at Leona’s throat for “using” Ruggie, who “uses” Leona just as much.
Outside of Ruggie just being a very interesting character to me, I find him very cute actually, he reminds me a lot of my pet! His laughter and sly grins are really adorable, and I never get tired of seeing them~ Not gonna lie, I have a fondness for characters that enjoy eating (since I like eating and trying new foods myself), so Ruggie feels particularly endearing to me. I also relate to him a lot in terms of that anxiety concerning money and securing a safe future. I don’t have the same cheerfulness that Ruggie has, but I think I could really benefit from being around him. Ruggie’s vibes alone put me in a good mood! He’s the kind of guy I’d love to drag along with me on a food tour, or just someone I’d love to seat and cook for. I can’t help but want to support him and cheer him on in pursuit of his goals.
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✨Western Magical Girl Confessions January 2023 Update!✨
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Hi everyone!^^ Happy New Year! 🎊
How are you all? What’s new? Still here? Lol Anyways, some of you may be wondering what’s going on with me? Maybe? Maybe not?lol Either way, I’m here to give you an update!
I’ve actually been sick with the flu for almost 3 weeks now! Has it been easy? HECK NO! 😆 So unfortunately, that’s a big chunk of the reason why I haven’t been motivated to make confessions. I’m starting to feel better, but I’m not planning on making any confessions until I’m 100% well! So once again, stay turned and thank you for being patient!
I’ve been just taking a break from this blog in general due to past events that have happened on it. Some due to my own ignorance and mistakes, some due to other factors, like anons. Either way, when I do eventually start making confessions again, I want to start off on a cleaner slate.
Just basically life stuff. Some stressful, some just average.
So after all of that is over and done with, I really want to make confessions again! I really miss doing them! Also, another thing I want to mention, throughout this hiatus in the past few months, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. So I have a couple of things that I want to say and mention once more before I start up confessions again. I also want to say that this is going to be the last time that I’m going to repeat myself like this when I explain the bare bones of this blog, and to anyone who still doesn’t get it, I’ll just link the rules or link them back to this post.
Note: This stuff isn’t really meant to be aimed towards a particular group of people or certain fans, I’m just explaining this through my experiences and to make sure we are all on the same page here. My goal isn’t to “offend” anyone, it’s for my followers (and others who may pass this blog) to understand more clearly! So please don’t take what I say as offensive, please?
So, like I just said above, this is a confession blog about different western magical girl shows for different criticisms alike. It’s about people being able to express their feelings about different issues that they have with shows, it’s ships, it’s writing etc. I’m doing this blog for fun, for people to have a voice and to give people a chance to vent and to express their opinions without being directly attacked by certain people.
This blog is not JUST about a particular show. It’s about many western magical girl shows alike. So it’s not really fair to act passively aggressive towards the mod or the blog it’s self just because it allows a confession that said something negative about a show or ship that you like (or vice versa). Every opinion alike is allowed, even negative ones.
The mod’s thoughts and opinions on these shows, it’s ships, it’s characters etc. AREN’T a factor on this blog. This blog is about the mod submitting other people’s opinions and thoughts through cards. Their opinions and thoughts litterally have nothing to do with it, so please don’t act like it does to cause disclosure (or anything else of the sort).
If you have certain concerns about certain confessions on this blog, then you need to come to the mod about it so the situation will be taken care of to the best of it’s ability. If that particular problem is not solved in the way that you like it, then I’m sorry. The only other solution that I can recommend to you is to even ignore said problem, block the tags, or just block this blog in general. I personally can’t solve every single problem, especially since they come from different kinds of people, in which their opinions might contradict other’s opinions. If you truly aren’t satisfied with the way I run things, then it’s probably best if you just block and move on. I won’t get offended nor stop you. Sometimes, things just won’t work out 🤷🏾‍♀️
Like I’ve said above, this blog WILL be filled with different opinions and criticisms alike, even ones that you disagree with. If you can’t accept that, then just block this blog and move on. You’re allowed to reblog or comment on these confessions with your own opinions if you like as long as it’s aimed towards that confession in particular, not the blog it’s self. So if I feel like that your just trolling or what your saying is being indirectly vulgar towards this blog, then I’ll just block.
Again, anon hate will automatically be blocked, plain and simple. I don’t have the patience or tolerance anymore.
Again, like I’ve said many times before (and this will be the last time I’ll say this), Confessions are by DIFFERENT people, not the same person, so not ALL confessions are by the mod, nor are they by the same person. So don’t send hate that’s directed at the mod, since not all confessions are by them.
Look, I’m going to try to say this in the most non-belligerent way possible. I will try to take the necessary steps and make the necessary choices to make the blog enjoyable for everyone, not only me of course. However, sometimes those “steps” and “choices” might not be the same as what you want. If you don’t like that, that’s perfectly fine! However, being rude or gaslighting me about it isn’t going to change my mind. Even block the tags that are added to the confessions, or block this blog in general. Your opinions and feelings matter, but they aren’t the only ones that do.
Before submitting your thoughts & confessions, please read the rules.
If you have any further questions or concerns, please leave it in my ask box!
Now! With that out of the way! When I get back into making confessions, some will be unbanned and some will not!
The following confessions that will most likely be unbanned
Nex (Winx Club) confessions.
Positive Nabu (Winx Club) confessions.
All Chloe Bourgeois, Marinette Dupain Cheng, Zoe Lee, Sabrina Raincomprix (Miraculous Ladybug) confessions, regardless positive or negative. However, repetitive ones will most likely be submitted much later!
Anti Catra/Catradora confessions. However, ones that talk too negatively about its fans are still banned!
Negative Hordak (She Ra) confessions.
Negative Entrapta (She R) confessions.
The confessions that will still be banned or will be banned too
Confessions about Thomas Astruc (the creator of Miraculous Ladybug). You can still make criticisms about the writing or other issues, but avoid directly talking about him.
Confessions that talk directly about Chloe Bourgeois’s “redemption arc” (Miraculous Ladybug).
Nabu’s Death (Winx Club) Confessions.
Winx Club v.s. W.I.T.C.H confessions. You can still talk about both shows together, but NOT against each other.
Bloom, Sky and Diaspro (Winx Club) confessions, mostly ones like “Bloom/Sky are crappy people for what they did to Diaspro!”.
Anti Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony) confessions. I just feel everyone and their grandmother knows how much of a “bad character” she is at this point, and has talked about it enough. I just don’t see the point anymore and just beating a dead horse.
“Bloom (Winx Club) is a Mary-Sue” confessions.
Confessions that claim characters as “Mary-Sues” or “Gary-Stus” in general. I just feel that the term has lost it’s meaning.
“I want the old Winx to come back!” confessions.
Things that could help!
Let me know if there’s any words, triggers, or tags that you would like for me to add to post so you can blacklist/block them.
Explaining your reasons for wanting a certain thing banned or not might help. I might understand or explain why this certain thing is valid/invalid.
The purpose of the blog IS for you to get things off your chest, but positive confessions are accepted too! I would love to hear some positivity about the shows, ships, characters etc. ^^
Please write *SPOILERS* in your confessions before writing it if you know that it’s a spoiler, especially if it’s Miraculous Ladybug and The Owl House. They’re the only active shows right now.
That’s all I really have to say. Sorry if this seems like I’m “making a mountain out of an anthill”, because I understand that this is just a side blog for fun, something that I don’t have to do lol However, I just want to be able to run my blog in peace, without any hurdles from people who refuse to understand. I’m just letting it be known that this is most likely the last time I’m going into detail like this.
So with this said, my little hiatus should be over soon, and I hope to do confessions again! Thank you for listening and if you have any thoughts or questions about any of this, feel free to leave it in my ask box!
Confessions at this time are closed until further notice, so please reframe from sending in confessions and headcanons! If you do so, it will be saved, but be released at a much later time!
Stay Magical!~
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Hello! I'm not quite sure if you've answered this already, but I was wondering if you've heard about Akimi Yoshida claiming Ash died as any killer should (those are the exact words she used in the interview though it's fairly close). Overall, I'd like to hear your thoughts on Yoshida and how she seems in the way she's spoken about Ash and how he's depicted in the art she's created.
Hi there! First of all, I’m truly sorry for the very late answers, but I want to give everyone a proper response and lately I just haven’t been the best of writers out there… Not that I ever was but XD I’m still gonna answer all of them! ♡
But anyway, I’ve touched upon the subject a while ago, talking about how I felt towards Yoshida’s lack of attachment (?) when it comes to her own characters (you can read the post here, further discussed by some lovely users). I don’t believe my thoughts on the matter have changed at all, but I’ll try not to repeat myself too much.
Regarding the interview (or rather, the few interviews) where Yoshida mentioned Ash’s death and the reason behind it, I’ll just say she felt pretty over the whole thing — it’s not that she necessarily dislikes or disregards her previous works, but she just doesn’t linger on what if’s. People keep asking “but hey, had Ash survived what would’ve happened?” and “why did you decide to kill him after everything?” She’s given quite a few answers — if I’m not misremembering things, she’s also mentioned River Phoenix’s death as one of the factors. But quite frankly, she just decided to do so and she doesn’t need to have a major motive for it. Maybe it’s cold-hearted, maybe it’s unfair, but BANANA FISH wasn’t exactly meant to be a hopeful or romantic story, the way I see it — it’s an unfortunate tale. (Please don’t get me wrong here, I do awfully appreciate BF and I’ve always been a huge supporter of Ash’s happiness and the precious moments he shared with Eiji, but I’m talking about Yoshida’s perspective and what was literally depicted in her work.) Even if Ash hadn’t died, he wouldn’t even be by Eiji’s side, is what Yoshida’s said. So what’s the point of me saying all this? Her saying that Ash was a murderer and died as one should, that too I take quite lightly. I’m aware that she likes Ash, you can somewhat get it from most of her interviews and the things she’s generally written about him. Maybe she did have some terribly righteous stance on, y’know, crimes and all that — which isn’t a bad thing per se, I suppose? But overall, I just don’t think her decision for killing him matters to me. I don’t see it as a solely bad thing either, but I’ve said this way too many times now.
I like Yoshida. Quite a lot. I don’t know as a person, and I don’t wish to find out. But as a writer, I really love her work. Even if she doesn’t seem that passionate to some people, the amount of effort she puts into her manga says otherwise. People just have different ways of connecting to their works, of expressing their feelings towards them, of moving on to new projects, of everything… I don’t blame anyone who feels offended by her often sharp-tongued remarks, I also understand that it can be pretty upsetting to see the writer treat their work in a way that we don’t agree with, but that just doesn’t matter. I’m just grateful. Not only for BF, but many of her other manga. And even if I don’t agree with her thoughts on something, that won’t stop me from liking her work and interpreting it as I feel is right. Everyone will see it in their own way, which makes it all the more interesting. It kinda reminds me of the quite famous preface of Wilde’s only novel, with the whole meaning behind Art and what is an artist. Once the work is out there, what it represents tells more about the spectator than it does the artist.
But I digress. Does Yoshida even really not like Ash? I believe that if so many people love Ash, she couldn’t have written him as a character she felt only hatred towards. Forget beauty or intellect, he’s always been depicted as a very human character — not merely a criminal. He’s always been more than that, whether his crimes were to be punished in the end doesn’t really change this. Ash found so much in Eiji, this says a lot to me. Yut-Lung probably died a much sadder death.
Anyway, I hope this answers the question. Thank you so much for sending this in, anon! 🥰❤️
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Like many of you, I saw the images of neonazis threatening a queer event in Columbus recently. I noticed they were using bindrunes on their shirts, and one man had one on his face. This is something relevant to my interests because I’m transmasc, disabled, and also a Germanic pagan and runeworker. I could write an essay about how I feel about Nazis appropriating runes, but that’s not the point.
The first images I saw, it was difficult to see the exact runes they were using. But recently I got a clearer photo. The runes on the T-shirts are berkano, laguz (twice), and tiwaz.
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So, breakdown of how rune magic works. Each of the runes has a meaning, sometimes multiple, usually context-dependent and influenced by nearby runes. You place the runes against each other, they theoretically do magic as a result, and no I don’t care whether you believe that works or not. When you use multiple runes together like that, it’s a bindrune. I like to think of each individual rune as a word and the bindrune as the sentence. You write them on paper, you thus announce your intent, that’s basically how it works. The way I do it, the biggest rune or the rune the others branch out from is the most important and the focus of everything. It’s not complicated nor do you need Germanic/Scandinavian ancestry to do it. Anyone can use runes. All you need is to know the meanings and you get better with time.
I learned to make bindrunes after a friend, who has been a runeworker for around twenty years, sent me a drawing of one for protection. She explained to me what each part did and how to draw it, and it worked. That was enough information for me to begin constructing my own, and occasionally I make extra money doing commissions. I’ve been doing this about three years now.
Coming back from that tangent to the Nazis and their bindrune T-shirts. The construction of these bindrunes felt off to me. There’s more than one way to draw a bindrune meaning the same thing, sure, but I was immediately struck with the suspicion that whoever drew these wasn’t actually a practitioner, was a dabbler at most. It was not well constructed, but I had a bad feeling about the intent behind them, because if it was meant to be purely symbolic, it would probably just be a sowilo, an othala, or a tiwaz.
I sent the photo to my runeworker friend. I asked what she thought they were doing. Her immediate response was they were being aggressive, which I also figured from the use of red, the prominent tiwaz. But she agreed that it was an odd choice of runes, that whoever did it was “an amateur graphic designer” and not a runeworker.
We figured that Nazis probably use a corrupted set of rune meanings, but googling “Nazi speficic understanding of runes” isn’t exactly helpful. The Anti-Defamation League website was somewhat helpful with this, as several runes are listed in their section on neonazi symbols.
Berkano is a rune that I usually see in its contexts where it’s associated with femininity. But it has other associations, like new life and rebirth. That’s the context that made the most sense on a shirt worn by a man in the alt-right movement.
Laguz basically means water, sometimes metaphorically, to refer to things that flow. They use it twice, perhaps for emphasis.
Tiwaz is associated with the god Tyr. It often symbolizes victory in battle. I use a bindrune with tiwaz and algiz on my personal defense knife. Nazis are big on this rune becuse, well, they tend to be focused on very specific aspects of Germanic paganism and history.
So what the full bindrune would symbolize is the rebirth of their movement, it growing and violently eradicating their enemies. It is a threat, but it is also intended to be a spell. I am both personally offended at bindrunes being used this way, and relieved that their side has shitty occultists who by all appearances used Google to pick out the runes they wanted and then randomly threw them together. But it makes sense that they do. I work with runes due to a genuine interest in the occult, folklore, and Germanic paganism, whereas for Nazis their interests in those things are only secondary to their interest in white supremacy.
So rune friend and I have been having fun discussing a counter to this, something that could be drawn on a slip of paper or worn around the neck for people likely to encounter groups like this. We came up with a few different designs.
The runes listed here are mannaz (human), ehwaz (camraderie/teamwork), laguz (flow), wunjo (victory/happiness), algiz (protection), jera (passage of time/harvests) and dagaz (beginnings). It’s basically a rune that helps people stand up to fascists.
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If anyone wants to use this, you have your pick of designs. And as a reminder: Nazi punks fuck off. https://youtu.be/kTs_Q4hEqmA
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(Double Feature)
tagged by: @talesfromaurea & @druidx!! my words: risk, expression, understand, convince, storage, watch, failure, tale tagging: @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @asher-writes, @kaiusvnoir, @muddshadow, anyone who wants to, and the bees that hang out on our back deck. they’re huge and all they do is fly around in circles. your words: strict, stare, steal, stop, steer, start
risk (Rebirth)—
"That would mean you'd be exposing yourself to them," Guetry said. "It'll leave you open for them to trace you back to us and cut you off, you know that."
"Which is why you would temporarily untether us while I disable the security."
Guetry slowed to a halt beside the image of Neptune and turned to the viewscreen, brow furrowed. "...Wait, are you being serious about this?"
"I am."
"Absolutely not. No way. There are too many risks. Your processor isn't strong enough to handle a task like that. If they have fail-safes in place, you could be fried for good."
"My processor is strong enough. It works for thirteen percent of your neural functions and has room for plenty more. Technically, I could operate every system of your body if given the proper adaptation."
"And you think the power of an entire Morrite palace is in the same ballpark as some guy's bodily functions?"
"I have enough processing power to keep a small city running, Guetry."
expression (Meridian)—
Thrive's expression softened, dusted with melancholy.
"I want this," Warren continued. "You said I've sacrificed everything, and I meant it when I said I'd do it over again, but I'm tired. I'm tired of losing everything. You got to tape over the hole in your heart left by the eliyi, but I'm still hurting from losing everyone I've ever loved save for you guys. You...you are the only reason I'm still going right now."
At those last words, Warren choked up, his emotion threatening once again to spill over. Thrive swallowed back the combination of the runoff he felt through their connection and his own guilt.
"It's bad again," Warren admitted. "I barely want to get out of bed most days. I don't feel like I have a purpose anymore other than to fulfill your needs. I don't wanna feel that way. I don't want to end up resenting you."
The silence between them was thoughtful, but heavy. Thrive eventually dropped his gaze to the ground in contemplation.
understand (Aurora)—
"Possibly. We're taking it one step at a time. If they join us, it could be a huge blow against the venevans and the Morrites, and we'd have to prepare for any retaliation to that effect. But for now, we've got an impressive arsenal against the Emmuli, and we're very comfortable about our odds."
The frown digging into Thrive's face indicated that he was, in fact, very uncomfortable about their odds, though he remained silent on that fact.
DeCosta paused. "I'd like to take a second to thank both of you for everything. I know we haven't always been on the same page, but I admire and respect you for accomplishing everything you'd accomplished thus far. I'm truly sorry for anything I've said or done that could have personally offended you, and I hope you understand my intentions are and have always been good."
Thrive nodded. "It's water under the bridge, Delegate. And for the record, I, too, apologize for any and all irrationality on my part. I look forward to…" He trailed off, a muscle in his jaw working as he fought to stay composed enough to carry on with this major omission of information. "I look forward to working with you again in the future."
convince (Rebirth)—
Warren left them to rehearse, running into Varussa as he exited the room.
"You coming to see Skywaste on the Node, Warren?" she asked, pulling her hair out of its ponytail.
He nodded. "I'm guessing you are, too?"
"I've convinced everyone." She smiled. "I've been listening to their albums off the library. Guetry's really good, right?"
Warren inwardly snickered. "Oh, yeah."
"I mean...Alec's very talented, too...I just…" She cleared her throat. "I...prefer the instruments he plays, that's all."
Warren quirked an amused eyebrow. He didn't have to be silhou to know what was up. "Gotcha."
She made a hasty exit and Warren snorted, retreating to the commander's quarters.
storage (Rebirth)—
"Perhaps I can help," Scotty said, voice tinny in the small room.
Guetry placed his rifle in the weapons locker. "Whatcha got?"
"I've lifted files from the data storage on ———'s ship."
"How the hell did you do that?"
"The system purges classified information over a signal similar to wi-fi. For lack of a more comprehensive term, I grabbed them on their way past. The files are heavily encrypted, but with some time I could unlock it. I suspect it leads to Hyret's hidden palace."
"You serious?" Guetry grinned. "God, what would I do without you?"
Warren looked at him, surprised at the sincerity of his tone.
watch (Eternal)—
"We're going to consult the Consortium about commissioning a ship. Do you think we could get back to the—"
Warren stopped short after realizing simultaneously that he was no longer holding the comm device and that his floor looked different. A buzz of static snapped within his skull, and he reeled back as if shocked by a livewire. A mirror directly across from him caught his attention; his reflection much thinner and with a full beard, hair reaching his ears.
He stared, unable to fully comprehend what had happened. He watched his reflection reach up to the collar of his maroon jumpsuit. Stars went out through the window in his peripheral, dying one by one, the power in the station shut off. Flashing crimson emergency lights bathed the room in chilling shadows.
He started to breathe heavily despite every nerve in his body telling him this wasn't real. He wasn't on the Destiny, he was on the Consortium Node. No longer in his cell, but his far-too-small apartment in the Southern Division.
...Here you are.
The stars began to fizzle out much faster, and a cautious glance outside told Warren there was an undulating shape of black smoke outside, billowing around the facility. The pulsing red light grew tighter and Warren felt a sharp, icy finger trail around the back of his neck as the familiar voice rumbled intimately in his brain.
failure (Meridian)—
"I'm getting the news now," Scot said. "There's an investigation underway. There's speculation that it's an attack by the terrorist organization known as the Failure to Thrive, or the FaiTh as they're more colloquially known."
"Not those guys again," Warren yelled. "Jesus Christ, how about just one fucking day where nobody in the universe dies?"
Scot and Hondris took to talking over one another about how impossible that would be and felt the need to clarify that though unfortunate, people die of various reasons every second of every day. Scot went into the odds of there being a single day where nobody died, and Hondris decided to lay on a guilt trip about the venevans and the qrihk that Warren really did not need to experience right then and there.
"Hey!" Warren snapped his fingers between their faces and glowered at them as they fell silent. "Shut the fuck up!"
Scot nodded. "That's fair."
tale lie (Eternal)—
"Just know that when and if it does—"
"Warren," Thrive interrupted, "as much as I am endlessly grateful for your presence and your support, I am not made of glass. I've been pushed past my limits recently, yes, but it's insulting to assume I've never had to cope with this amount of stress before and will fail to do so now."
Warren glanced around at everyone else not even paying them any mind. "This isn't just you dealing with ———. This is ———, the attack on Earth, the loss of ———, the war, the disappearance of an entire other race of—"
Thrive cracked a grin, much to Warren's surprise. "I have no choice but to be the strongest one here."
"You do have a choice. You just as much as any of us have the option to just...let it all out."
"No." Thrive shook his head. "I do not."
"Well excuse me for being concerned after you told me yourself you need to retire because things are getting too hard for you."
Thrive paused as if he'd been caught out in a lie. "Varussa, what is our estimated time of arrival into R'lis space?"
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bridgertonblr · 1 year
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Hi, first I’d like to tell you how much I enjoy your blog! I can tell you put a lot of work into it! Thank you! I’ve actually never asked a question on tumblr before, and I hope this isn’t too weird, but I have a question that’s been bothering me every time I rewatch season 2 (which is an embarrassing number of times). Please feel free to not answer if it’s a ridiculous question, or not important enough to consider. I won’t be offended. I’ve just always wondered……..when the Sharmas first arrive at AH in ep3, none of the Bridgerton women are wearing gloves when they greet them all outside. I thought this was a nice nod to maybe being more relaxed in the country, and possibly to show how the Sharmas had really already been accepted into the family, even if they didn’t realize it. I’ve always assumed that when it’s just the Bridgertons there, they wouldn’t wear gloves to play Pall Mall, bc it’s just their family there, and they never wear gloves around only each other, so there would be no need. When they do start to play, the girls are all now wearing gloves, but Violet, LD and Mary, are not. I also thought this was a nod to the comfort they felt, and the casual atmosphere. So, finally, my question is………in the epilogue, when now it’s just family (and LD, but I think she’s considered family to them), ALL of the women are now wearing gloves. Even Violet and LD. Why would they become MORE formal around only their family, when no guests are around? Especially when they weren’t even wearing gloves to meet Anthony’s future bride, or during the game for the mothers. Maybe I missed an explanation somewhere, or maybe it’s in the books, but I can’t find where anyone has talked about it, and it’s driving me crazy! I would’ve loved to see them all together, as a family, playing Pall Mall, and completely relaxed and comfortable together. I’m sorry this ask is so long! I know I’m putting way too much thought into a scene from a fictional show, but I thought it was an odd choice to increase the formality, and the “rules” when they are there by themselves? Also, Since Kate is very outspoken about her dislike for rules, I don’t think it would be on her behalf. Has anyone ever thought about this, or know the answer? It doesn’t really matter, but I decided I would just ask and see. It would’ve made the epilogue even better than it was, IMO, if that’s even possible. Thanks for reading my rambling message. I hope you have a great weekend! Thanks again for all of your hard work!
hi! firstly, thank you for the compliment!! we're really excited about this blog and happy you're enjoying it too!
re: gloves — I can't 100% speak to the directors/writers/costume designers choice behind the Bridgertons, Sharmas, and LD's glove-wearing in the Aubrey Hall episodes but I did some light research on Regency glove etiquette and here's what I think. under the cut since it's a bit long:
2x03 the Bridgerton ladies + Mary Sharma are gloveless when first meeting outside AH — I can only assume the Bridgertons are more comfortable at their country home (this source mentions rules were more relaxed at country homes) and, having just come from hanging around inside, didn't feel the need to put gloves on. the Bridgertons also have a much more informal family dynamic than others as shown by the youngest children joining them for dinner (which Simon noted in s1). not sure why Mary wouldn't be wearing gloves while LD was though
2x03 pall mall players wearing gloves vs Violet, Mary, & LD gloveless — since one purpose of gloves was to protect the wearers hands from the dirt & the elements (source), I can only guess that the ladies playing pall mall wore them to keep their hands clean from the mallets. you can also see that most, if not all the gloves are the sheer mesh or netted type which seemed to be a choice that allowed more dexterity (source / source). also, for ladies, glove etiquette meant they didn't wear gloves while dining (source). I think Mary & Violet removed their gloves because they were sitting by the treats and tea. I can only assume LD had done the same to eat but got excited and kept her gloves off while cheering on the players. again, country home rules seem to be more relaxed anyway
2x08 all ladies wearing gloves in the final scene — I don't see anyone eating or drinking in this scene, so I can only assume that everyone is wearing gloves to protect their hands from getting dirty (as mentioned previously). specifically, I think it makes sense, with the regency rules, for any of the ladies playing to wear gloves. and, despite them wearing gloves at the start of the game, I also have a good feeling that as the game went on, Violet & LD would soon remove their gloves again
again, I'm not totally sure what the choices were behind when the gloves were on vs off but I can only guess the show tried to follow Regency etiquette as best they could while also occasionally highlighting the Bridgertons' tight-knit, informal family dynamic. I hope this helped put these scenes in a new light for you!
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perpetual-fool · 11 months
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Why does it still hurt so much? Maybe, I'm still trying to be the thing they made me. Like, why did I say that stupid thing? I should have known better. But I would have. Or at least, I would have known to ask. It wouldn't be bothering me if I were really that stupid.
I'm having a strange thought that what I did wasn't so crazy. I wanted love and I asked for love. I wanted understanding and I asked for understanding. I was punished for being myself so I wasn't myself. I was constantly pushed into being something else, so I was something else. And I kept trying to make things work until I literally could not anymore, until there was nothing left to try.
I guess the main problem is reflexively feeling guilty/threatened about things. Want to be ashamed my ass. Is there anything to unpack that haven't gone over already? I guess I can't justify how I could possibly not be wrong/bad. Am I just bricked if I believe my beliefs don't matter? Like, being forced to work when I was sick, for example. If running a fever is just an excuse then there's no such thing as a legitimate reason. So there's no such thing as a legitimate reason.
Really, the whole thing is fucked, isn't it? An excuse entails an obligation. Like I owed him the work. Like I owed him my suffering. A debt that I could never pay. But also there was nothing ever being good enough. Like, being told to pulled weeds, but then getting yelled at for not reading his mind. The few days previous he only wanted a bag of weeds, but that time he meant *all* the weeds, and how dare I think that he'd be satisfied with exactly the same thing he had been satisfied with before. And there was rebuke, if I asked a question or shared something I thought was interesting or relevant then I'd get yelled at. And there was a whole lot of passive rejection, where people would kind of play along or just say nothing. But then later I'd get yelled at, or they'd be angry, or they would leave me. And there was the doctrine of the church, that human nature is all innately evil, which fully generalized those lessons. Like, I remember being compelled by hormones to look up "boobs" on google image search but also trying to look away while I did it.
Hm, how has that changed? After apostasy, it was easy enough to rebel against the things I knew to rebel against. I no longer look away when looking up boobs. But that doesn't mean I'm not evil for liking things, or for not understanding things, or for thinking things don't make sense. It's like anything without explicit approval is not okay. And it isn't. I've literally had only one instance where I did/said something someone didn't like, and they were like "Hey, I don't like that". And she wasn't very direct about it. (Although, back in the day, permission wouldn't have been enough. There was never any stopping that trainwreck.)
"Not okay". What is that? I could say 'deserving of punishment' but that would be circular. What is the feeling? It's not guilt and it's not shame, I've done one or two things I feel those ways about. I guess it's, inverted wrath? Like, people want to hurt others when others do things they don't like, and I feel like I deserve to be hurt. Which I think is just internalizing what's been done to me. Though it's not just from direct abuse/neglect, it's also from ostensibly well-meaning people being 'supportive' or 'understanding' wrong. I guess that would be fine if they just misunderstood. But they'll argue if I try to correct them, get offended, yell at me, leave. Ya' know, all the other stuff. All evidence points to the idea that I should suffer.
"Should"? That it would be good, promote joy or hinder suffering. And I'm bad for anyone I interact with. It'd be better for everyone else if I weren't here. Although, that doesn't explain why it's better that I suffer now that I'm already/still here. I guess like most things people do, I just don't understand it. Though in that case, why then should I believe it? I'd say for the sake of understanding, that it just is how things are, but there really isn't any hypothesis here. There isn't anything there to be understood. And I'm inclined to say that it must just make other people happy, but I don't really have the grounds to believe that either. I do have a hypothesis for that one though, dunno if I've mentioned it here. It seems like people mostly want to see certain emotional responses to things. Like, they feel hurt, they want you to see that they're hurt, and then they want you to feel bad about it. But I can't see what they're feeling, and they don't see what I'm feeling. So just feel bad about everything because I don't know what I did wrong, and they want me to feel worse indefinitely because they're not seeing it. But I guess it's not like I chose this because I think it would make others happy. So why does it feel 'right' to me? I can vaguely remember one instance where I thought someone actually got what I was saying for a moment, which felt good. I think that's on the same spectrum. This is trying to connect. So it's what I've already explained, basically. If connection were possible, it would entail accepting that I'm wrong/evil/stupid, and then fixing it. But I could never figure it out. And at this point, I'm not sure there's anything there to figure out.
~I am tainted, and happiness and peace of mind, were never meant for me
I could fix 'pathetic', maybe. But only on my terms. Music for example, everyone else learns by copying others' songs. And that just isn't learning music to me. I'm having to start with building a musical vocabulary, working out little bits that mean a little something. But I really can't even do that so long as my need for love and acceptance is draining my will. And once I have done that, I will still be an unlovable freak.
But connection is not possible. At best what I say just goes over people's heads. It wouldn't even have had to have been that they understood my ideas. Just basic stuff. Like that people emoting at me without telling me what it means makes me feel unsafe. And if they actually cared, then they would tell me. And they wouldn't fight me about it. So I suppose I shouldn't just accept those things. I should believe others are unfathomably stupid, thinking they know things without experience or explanation, holding onto those beliefs despite any evidence.
And I guess I should stop feeling guilty about the times I wasn't able to hold to that standard myself. I wasn't allowed, ya' know? I wish I could go back and fuck things up properly. But I guess I've done that since. Really what hurts is the idea that I could've connected if I'd just been able to be myself. But that's not true. That's why I wasn't myself in the first place. And it's why everything hurts now, everything feeling wrong. I simply do not belong.
- (https://youtu.be/JAdDkFx0_6o) (https://youtu.be/HaB3kpvZN1Y)
- I think the explanation about the violin frets is wrong. I was trying out the concept on my fretless and it really didn't work at all. Just two layers of masking tape was enough that I couldn't really vibrato, and it caused buzzing if I was pressing too far behind it. So it's not at all like fretless but with frets, it's just bad frets. I think there's probably two things that might be happening. One, I think the issue is less the size of the frets and more so that, relatively speaking, the strings are way higher off the fingerboard on violin. So you can play notes in between the frets without it buzzing. Two, I think the bow doesn't care if the strings are completely pressed down. Extreme example would be the 'viking' thing with three strings, the talharpa. People just grab the strings with their fingers and it works fine.
And I was thinking about it 'cause my bass is buzzing more than I'd like. Though apparently, it just needed more 'relief'. I cranked on the truss rod to make the fingerboard more concave, and it seems fine now. I was worried that maybe I wouldn't be happy with anything short of an upright bass or a cello. Also, I'm still kind of worried about the 'can't hear yourself' problem. Which is stupid, I'm almost certainly never going to be playing on a stage and there are solutions for that even if I were.
Tangent, I saw this thing talking about how acoustic bass guitar is essentially useless. Which I more or less agreed with. One of the points was about how quiet it is, and really it would need to be the size of an upright bass to project well because physics. But they were plucking really softly. That's not something that's obvious just by looking, but the guy said he prefers to use a pick because it's louder. And that's weird, because I expressly don't use a pick (unless my fingers are sore) because it's not as loud. At least, it's very difficult to pluck as loudly with a pick as I can with my fingers. So I realized, I pluck the strings like I'm trying to rip them off. That might be why I need the action so high, ~4mm. And my technique is being defined by this instrument. That's probably a good thing. It'd be better in the long run to learn to do a hard thing first and dial it back later, rather than learn an easy thing and struggle whenever something hard comes along.
And unrelated, I saw an explanation for why the violin family has the soundpost setup, and why guitar doesn't need it. It was from the guy who makes bowed guitars, though the video was about pickups. Broadly, for the instrument to make noise the body needs to vibrate up and down. And supposedly, plucked strings vibrate in every direction, so they can just be attached to the body and project fine. But bowed strings vibrate side to side, a guitar-like body (or magnetic pickups) wouldn't really work. So the violin family gets around this by having the strings pull the bridge side to side, and the bridge then pivots on the soundpost, redirecting the side to side motion up and down.
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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years
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I’m just gonna’ say it cause it’s been on my mind for a few days— why the fuck would I have a baby when I could actually just be happy and go on forty+ vacations with the same money it would take?
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thebluewritingbench · 3 years
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if you’re still taking prompts, can you do happiness #1?
Before we launch into 6b next week, here's a small fantasy of a scene that I wish the cw would give us. Happiness #1 from this prompt list again.
“I’ve loved you since the day we met.”
“Alex calls it The Honesty Policy.”
Lena takes the mug of hot chocolate Kara offers, cradling it between her hands. “The Honesty Policy?” she asks, as Kara sits down on the couch beside her.
“I imagine Kelly probably fed it to her,” Kara says. “But she was helping me try to figure out how we could get ourselves… well, back to normal, after everything, and she was really insistent that this one was worth a try.”
“What is it?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. No more secrets,” Kara says, tapping her own collarbone, then fixing her gaze pointedly on Lena. “No more lying. We tell each other things. We’re honest. We trust each other with our secrets.”
Lena nods, looking down into her mug of hot chocolate. The dim lights of Kara’s loft glow orange across her cheekbones, and in the silence, the sounds of late-night passing cars rumble up from the street below. It’s the first time they’ve really spent time truly alone together since… well everything.
There’s still a lot of awkwardness between them; turns out secrets and betrayal and double-crossing—and the fact that forgiveness was barely hatching between them when Kara was banished to the phantom zone—will do that to a friendship. There was the initial hug, of course, after Kara was rescued, when Lena wrapped her arms around Kara and buried her face in Kara’s neck and held her so tightly that Kara was certain she’d never let go, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her whole body quivering. It was somewhat surreal, the warm shock of having Lena in her arms after so many months, her hair against Kara’s cheek, the muted scent of her shampoo. They’d sank to the floor, still holding each as the ship creaked around them, and stayed there for god knows how long in each other arms.
But since then, since that initial wordless embrace that felt as much like coming home as anything, they haven’t known what to say to each other. They work together easily enough, the animosity between Supergirl and Lena finally gone, but it’s more difficult when they’re just Kara and Lena. They’ve forgiven each other, Kara thinks. Or at least agreed to forgive each other, even if there’s still work to be done. But it’s weird. It’s not like they can snap straight back into how things were before.
Hence The Honesty Policy.
“Okay,” Lena says finally. “Yes. No more secrets. A clean start.”
A clean start. It’s what they need, after an entire friendship where one or the other of them has been hiding things. For the first time, everything between them will be out in the open. Nothing left to hide.
It’s oddly freeing.
Kara takes a sip of her hot chocolate. “So, where do we start?”
“Start?”
“I think we should have just an honest conversation. I don’t want this to be awkward anymore, I want to be able to talk to you like we used to. So, in the interest of honesty, tell me something you’ve never told me before. It doesn’t have to be big—” she adds hurriedly, when Lena’s eyes widen in alarm. “Something small. Something tiny you’ve never had reason to tell me.”
Lena nods slowly, thinking. “In the interest of honesty…” she starts. “In the interest of honesty, I… I really think that those bangs were a mistake.”
Kara makes a noise of offended disbelief in the back of her throat. “I—Rude!”
“You said to be honest!” Lena says, biting her lip like she’s holding back a laugh. “They’re growing out now, anyways. It looks much better.”
Kara gives her bangs a self-conscious pat. They’re still at a slightly awkward length, but they’re long enough to blend in semi-decently with the rest of her hair now. “If we’re being honest, then,” she says. “I think that blouse is really ugly.”
Lena looks down at herself. She sounds slightly hurt when she says, “What’s wrong with it?”
“Everything! It’s—the pattern! The sleeves! The collar! It looks like it’s made of cheap polyester.”
“It’s designer!” Lena pouts.
“Who designed it?”
“Well, I thought that blazer you wore last week was kind of hideous. I didn’t say anything at the time, but in the interest of honesty…”
Kara laughs, and Lena’s irritated expression melts away at her laughter, something in her eyes softening. It’s an expression Kara’s been seeing on her more often, in moments she catches Lena watching her when she thinks Kara isn’t paying attention.
She’s always paying attention to Lena.
“Maybe we should just agree to say that we both have questionable fashion taste sometimes and call it a day,” she says, downing the rest of her hot chocolate and placing the mug on the table.
Lena takes a dainty sip of her own still mostly filled mug. “Fine.”
There’s a long pause, and Kara taps her fingers on her pant leg and tries to think of a new conversation starter. She finally settles on. “In the interest of honesty… how are you holding up?”
Lena shrugs. “I’m okay, I suppose. I’m anxious about Lex—I know it’s only a matter of time before he’s back on our heels. Mostly, I’m just glad to have you back.” She looks over her mug at Kara. “I think that’s more a question I should be asking you, though.”
The look of intense concern in Lena’s eyes makes her feel hot, and Kara squirms slightly, pulling her collar away from her neck with a finger. She wants to say I’m fine, but honesty is the whole point of this exercise. “I’m… still not great. Being back there it… brought up a lot. Brought back a lot. I’m still having a really hard time with it all. It’s—it’s hard to talk about.”
“We don’t have to talk about it right now.”
“I want to talk about with you at some point. I just… don’t want it to ruin every conversation I have, you know? I want some things to be normal, still. I want to pretend things can be normal.”
“That makes sense,” Lena nods. She looks small when she says, “In the—in the interest of honesty, are you still mad?”
“At you?” Lena nods again, and Kara sighs, looking away. “It’s complicated, I guess. A little, maybe? I meant it when I said I forgave you, but there’s still part of me that’s a little angry. You did a lot of things that were… really bad, Lena.”
“I know.”
“Are you still mad at me?” Kara asks, and Lena’s shaking her head before she even finishes the question.
“No. No, I’m done being mad at you. I get it. I get why you hid your identity, and I wish you’d told me sooner, but I’m not angry anymore. I don’t have enough energy to be angry anymore. I’m happier if I don’t hate you.”
“Well, I’m glad for that.”
“I would have done anything to get you back, you know,” Lena says in a rush, words spilling out like she can’t stop them. “You say I did bad things before, but I would have watched the world burn if it meant I could have brought you back.” She looks down at her lap. “Who knows what I would have done if Alex hadn’t been there to stop me.”
“Lena.” Kara reaches over to take her hand. “You know I can’t possibly be mad at you for that.”
“No?”
“Of course not.”
“Okay,” Lena whispers. Kara watches her swirl around the dregs of her hot chocolate and takes a deep breath.
There’s still one more secret between them. One more secret that has the potential to ruin their friendship. Kara thinks they’re both aware of it, on some level. Aware of the way the weight of it shifts their every interaction. The others are aware of it too, have maybe known longer than Kara has. Alex certainly has. It was she who looked Kara in the eye when they were discussing this whole honestly policy and said, “You have to tell her this. You know you do.”
She can’t risk another secret in their relationship.
“Um, in the interest of honesty,” she starts, and finds she can’t quite meet Lena’s eyes. “I have to tell you—in all honesty, I would probably just keep it a secret, if I could, but I don’t think we should do secrets anymore, so I just need to tell you that I, um, have feelings for you.”
Lena straightens. “Feelings?” she says, her voice cautious.
Kara closes her eyes. Takes a breath. Steadies herself. Opens them again. “I’m in love with you,” she says. “Um, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to, but I need… I need you to know.”
“Oh,” breathes Lena. She opens her mouth, and it seem to take several moments for the words to catch up with her. “Well, in—in the interest of honesty, Kara, I’ve—I’ve been in love with you for years.” She gives a wry little half smile. “If we’re being honest.”
“What? You have?”
“Darling,” says Lena. “I’ve loved you since the day we met.”
“The day we met?”
“Why do you think it hurt me so badly when I found out who you were? Why do you think I was so deep in denial about it that I never figured it out myself? Do you really think you were that good at hiding it?”
“I mean, I thought—”
“The disguise. The hair. The glasses.” She puts down her mug, then reaches over and gently tugs the glasses from Kara’s face, folding the arms in and placing them on the table. She brushes a strand of hair behind Kara’s ear. “You mentioned Supergirl far too much as Kara and Kara far too much as Supergirl and one time you told me you flew to my office on a bus.”
“That’s—yeah, that’s fair, actually.”
“You’re in love with me? Honestly?” whispers Lena.
“I am. I really, truly am. Why do you think I refused to give up on you when everyone else was ready to?”
“I thought that just how you are. You don’t give up on anyone.”
“I try not to. But you, I could never bear to, even when it seemed like the only logical option to everyone else. Why do you think I waited so long to tell you in the first place? I was so scared to ruin things between us.”
“Why do you think I bought you an entire media empire?” Lena murmurs, and she’s so close, hand fisted in the collar of Kara’s shirt.
Kara giggles. “Why do you think I flew all over Europe to get you lunch?”
Lena laughs, and it’s such a relief to hear her laughter again, to let the conversation flow between them. There’s a bud of hope for the future that’s been sitting in Kara’s chest for years now, and under Lena’s adoring gaze, it starts to open.
“In all honesty,” Kara says, “I’d really like to kiss you right now.”
Lena slips a hand into her hair, runs her thumb over Kara’s cheekbone. “In all honesty?” She leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “I’d like that.”
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Sukuna requests. S/o makes fun of him all the time, calls him weak, etc. What nobody knows at the beginning is that s/o is significantly stronger than sukuna
The Definition of Human - Sukuna x Reader
Warnings: some swearing but its pretty tame. mention of death, and violence. Sukuna kind of needs his own warning. sfw. gn!reader.
a/n: as much as i love the idea of sukuna being soft for his human s/o i also love the thought of them being much stronger than him and him having no clue what do to with that
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You were just a sorcerer when he first met you, barely an adult, cast out by your village.
Someone so powerful hadn't been born for centuries. A sorcerer like you could turn the world of Jujutsu on its head. And that was the last thing they wanted to happen. The older you grew, the more unpredictable you became. You were far too strong for the village elders to handle. While you could have been a powerful ally, you would have been an even worse foe. The very people that had raised you, who taught you how to use your powers had begun to fear you.
Though you weren't trussed up like a sacrifice, you were sat by one of his altars like one.
It was only by chance you stumbled across such a thing. The surrounding woods were vast, and winding. No matter what path you took, you always seemed to wind back up by them. Perhaps it was a work of sorcery, meant to keep you lost in the woods forever. No trail seemed to lead back home. The village elders never expected you to last long on your own against the elements, let alone the King of Curses. But growing exhausted, and hungry, you had little choice but to stop and rest. The altar had offerings in the form of food, and a place to rest. Far more than Sukuna needed. You figured he wouldn't notice if you took a few things.
At the base of an altar sat a much smaller form. A human, one from the local village. Your shoulders were slumped, your arms curled around a bag. You didn't look sad, so much as you looked furious. You were talking to yourself, listing out all the ways you’d flatten each and every structure, how you’d salt the very earth they stood on, how you’d turn the once rich, fertile soil uninhabitable.
For having Sukuna’s interest in mind, he was certainly ready to burn it to the ground. Your village did little to appease the King of Curses. The humans in it were conniving, and rather quick to betray him. The relationship between the two was strained at best. In exchange for offerings in the form of crops, alcohol, and whoever decided to get on the village elders’ bad side, he wouldn't burn your home to the ground.
In a way, you were their last sacrifice to him, and by far his favorite.
As a child your parents had warned you, telling you never to go into the woods alone. A four armed man wandered out there, and he had a habit of making travelers disappear. Now that very same forest you once feared was your only sliver of comfort.
It took you a moment to realize he was standing there. And when you finally noticed him, you didn't look at him with the fear most humans did. There was a curious glint in your eyes. You sized him up, studied him in a way he wasn't used to.
In your hands you held an apple—an old offering—paring it with a knife. You were carving around the bruises. The texture of bruised apples always bothered you.
“It's dangerous to be out here alone, little one,” he said, eyeing you up like prey, “you should know that by now.”
“You’re the least of my worries, old man,” you said, popping a chunk of apple into your mouth.
You were still human. Strong, but human. You needed sleep, and food. If exposed to the elements too long you would freeze, or succumb to heatstroke or thirst.
“Old man?!” He said, clearly offended.
“What? You don't think I’ve heard the stories?” You asked. “You don’t scare me.”
And you were right. Even as he looked you in the eyes, you didn't back down once. You, unlike every other human from your village, weren't scared of him. He found you curious, and interesting. From the very moment your eyes locked with his, he was infatuated.
“I should frighten you,” he warned.
“You don't,” you said, “in fact, I think I could kick your ass!”
Expecting it to be an easy fight, he took your offer.
What resulted was a fight that would last days. Sukuna had never met anyone who could last so long against him. Let alone a human. Your strength was only rivaled by your unwavering rage. You were determined in a way he’d never seen before. Your village, along with half of the surrounding forest would be razed in the battle.
They had to have seen this coming. The child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel it's warmth.
And it's warmth you felt.
You couldn't imagine yourself being sad. You were too filled with anger and betrayal. There was no room left in your heart for sadness.
He remembers the look of the fires, and how they glinted in your eyes. He thinks that's when you began to turn into a curse.
After the third day, he had grown not only bored, but tired. It was clear neither of you were capable of destroying the other. He figured you were too tough to eat; you wouldn't make good meat. Uraume couldn't do a whole lot with you. And you were too combative to be a concubine. You would not go with him willingly. He's not one to give up, nor is he one to admit defeat, but he knows when he's not going to win. The two of you would mutually destroy the world before you would destroy each other. There was no end in sight. Sukuna simply wanted to leave.
So he simply headed for home.
That enraged you. After days of fighting, there was no climatic end to the battle. You wanted something more.
"Hey asshole!" You said. "You can't just walk away!"
"I know when I've met my match." He said. "Do you?"
"The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means this world will burn before we destroy each other."
The two of you were quite literally a match made in hell. You would be a powerful ally and an even worse foe. There was no point in fighting you.
He did nothing to stop you when you followed him.
You were more of a nuisance than anything else. He often found himself comparing you to a cockroach. No matter how many times he tried to squash, poison, or starve out you always came back. If he couldn't kill you, then he had to have you on his side. You weren't something to be deceived, betrayed, injured, or killed. You were stronger than that. You were sharp, too, with a tongue to match. Whether harsh words he threw your way, you returned in double. It was rare he found a human with quite a tongue on them. He often remarked about having it nailed to his door. You simply pointed at his servants and dared them to try it.
They never did. Anyone who dared harm you often met a gruesome fate, either at his hands, or yours.
He didn't consider himself capable of falling in love. And he isn't. To some extent. But love is what he felt. You were the closest to an equal the King of Curses had ever met. In many ways you surpassed him, but those who admitted it often met a swift death.
He moved onto the next village. So did you. Word had not yet spread of what happened. People knew of the fires, but not of the deaths, and your connection to them. You settled down, taking up work with the local shamans. Though you were a newcomer, your help was gladly accepted when Sukuna first showed up, demanding offerings.
In the beginning you tried to warn them. That didn't help. They never listened. It always ended the same way; with a razed village and a bunch of needless deaths.
Sukuna would visit. Often in the late hours of the night as you were trying to get some sleep. He did little more than steal your food, and make himself far too comfortable. Of course that's how most of your meetings went.
He's not sure when he fell for you. But it was something that happened all at once. After years of a back and forth between you two, something gave. You took a place right by his side. He found himself no longer taking concubines, no longer indulging in the sacrifices presented to him. He found himself consumed with the thought of you. He had to have you.
“I can't believe you’re all out of sake,” he said, one night while visiting.
“I wonder who’s fault that is,” you said.
He cast you a glare from across the room. You'd have to buy more in the morning anyway. But all the good stuff has been put up as an offering, and the only sake left in the market is watered down, and worth nothing to you. You don't drink the stuff all that much anyway, you just used it for cooking.
“I question why I keep you alive,” he said.
“I think if you could even kill me,” you said, “you would have by now. Someone as weak as you doesn't stand a chance.”
He didn't like this, and hauled you into his arms, carrying you away from your cooking.
“No!” You squealed, too busy giggling to put up much of a fight. “The rice is going to overcook!”
Sukuna couldn't care less about the rice. He tossed you rather carelessly onto your shared bed, caging you in his arms. The kiss he pulled you into was fleeting, and soft, like he was almost afraid to touch you.
When the village elders first discovered these meetings, it didn't take them long to exile you. The very people that had welcomed you had ignored your warnings and betrayed you. You had gone from respected, and even loved, to feared in an instant.
At some point you stopped trying to warn them. If you really wanted to, you could stop him. Delay him at best. Give people time to run. At least someone would survive. But after a while, you began to think some of them deserved it. The sacrifices they provided were never enough when Sukuna grew tired of toying with them. It was just you and him. Two constant presences in each other's life. You grew used to his company. Enjoyed it, even. You’d never tell him that. Mostly because you didn't want to inflate his ego even more. You were as much his as he was yours.
At some point you became more curse than human.
You could breathe, your lungs would fill with air, but the action provided no relief. You no longer felt the need to eat, and often found yourself forgetting to do so. Food turned to ash in your mouth. The enjoyment of eating was long since lost to you. You're alive, but you're not. Your heart beats but the blood that courses through your veins is not quite right. Your memories of yourself when you were younger fade. But the anger. That fear, that anger, cast into the past, is the only humanity left in you.
You found yourself falling asleep next to him, and in turn waking up next to him. Sometimes in his arms, sometimes on the other side of the bed. He found himself opening his arms for you to climb into. You would do so, albeit reluctantly.
You were his partner. You were a nuisance, but you were his partner.
"Am I dead?" You asked, one morning in the fall. You think it was fall. You remember the leaves turning yellow and orange, but it wasn't cold enough to be winter.
"I haven't killed you yet, so no." He said. "Why?"
"Because I woke up and saw your face, and thought I had finally gone to hell." You said.
His mouth opened, but no words came out. An offended sounding huff left him. He rolled over onto you, pinning you to the sheets. His knees planted on either side of your body, his hands found your wrists. It’d take no effort from you to throw him off. But you didn't. You never did.
“You’re not in hell yet,” he said.
“I'd beg to differ,”
“Then beg,”
“Make me!”
He attacked your neck with wet, open mouth kisses, sending you into a giggling fit. Your skin was warm under his lips. You were always so warm. You were flushed from your chest to your forehead, blush dusting the tips of your ears and your nose. Your arms wrapped around your neck, pulling him flush to your chest. Your heartbeat was audible, racing as he pressed his ear to your chest.
“Stay in bed a little longer,” he said. He was pleading more than he was asking. And you weren't able to find it in you to refuse.
It wasn't entirely awful having someone stronger than him.
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Would you be up for doing the character bingo with the staff, and if so could you do Trein?
Any TWST character is fair game!
***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***
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Here’s my hot take: Trein gets overlooked just because he isn’t young 😅 ... Too soon? Those are my honest feelings on the matter. I’m pretty sure the most popular of the staff are probably Crowley (because of the ample screen time relative to the rest of the cast), Crewel, and Sam (because the latter two are young and conventionally attractive). (Vargas gets the short end of the stick because his muscular body type appeals to only a certain subset of fans.)
In the early days of TWST, I distinctly recall seeing people who were outright disgusted by Trein because of his age, which... never really made sense to me????? A school wouldn’t hire ALL young teachers, so of course there would be diversity among the demographics of the staff. And like???? Wouldn’t you WANT more experienced teachers at such a prestigious magic academy? Or to see more variety in the cast anyway? 😔 I remember seeing some edits of young Trein around the time of his reveal... and while those edits were fun and must have no doubt taken a lot of time and effort, some of the comments attached to those edits had a tone which implied that the young Trein edits were somehow “fixing” him, or that the original was “inferior”. That just rubs me the wrong way 💦 It’s not even like age is something gross or something to be ashamed of, we’re all going to get to be Trein’s age eventually. Thankfully, I think that a lot of that initial disgust has died down now that the game has been out for a while.
Personally, I’ve always liked Trein. It’s not in the same as me liking uh... say, J word, but I do find him endearing in the way that someone might find a grandparent endearing. (Ortho even says he’d like a grandpa like him, so I’m not the only one!) Yes, Trein certainly looks stern and like he’s a no-nonsense type of guy, but you can also tell that he is competent at his job and deserves respect. We usually see him being stern to his students, but Trein also has his moments of softness. When he fusses over Lucius? Or when he’s worrying for the safety of his students? It’s kind of cute, and it has all the warmth and the good intention behind it as any parent would for their children--and Trein IS a father, so he would know.
I actually would love to learn more about his family? Like his late wife and his two daughters (Trein says they’ve grown up and left the nest now). It sounds like he cares a lot for them and misses them... but at least Lucius is keeping him company! Speaking of Lucius???? He’s Trein’s familiar, which I think is a really fascinating concept that we don’t hear enough about. How do familiars work in TWST? It doesn’t seem to be a mandatory thing, since we never seen any of the NRC students walking around with a familiar; can ANY creature you find be a familiar, so long as you perform the proper steps to bond it to you? Does the familiar contract grant any sort of special powers to either party? Is there only one familiar allowed per person? What if that familiar dies, are you allowed to forge a new contract????? I have many questions and I demand just as many answers 💞
I also wonder if we’ll ever get the staff’s unique magic reveals? I’ve seen some people speculating that Trein or Crowley could have one related to time (a reference to Cinderella III: A Twist in Time and the TWST time loop theory, respectively), but I think time magic might be a little too... OP? Or that it would have to be considerably nerfed to “work”. Malleus was able to temporarily stop time, but I believe it was stated even he needed additional help to do it within just the gates of NRC.
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Could you write a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin !Potter!reader. Y/N and Draco have been dating since first year but haven’t told anyone because people think she might be the only “good slytherin” and to prevent Harry from freaking out they stay quiet till the Quitage World Cup where she goes with Draco and his father and spent the summer with them rather than the weasles . Pansy and Blaise know about Y/N and Draco because the 4 of them became best friends through the years (and reader won’t be only friends with Harry’s friends) . Harry and Y/N get into an argument when they return to Hogwarts the summer of the Triwizard cup and how she’s a traitor (EVEN tho that’s her house) and a disgrace for being with him. So she accepted that and that he hates her so she spends the next year mainly with her house giving the trio the cold shoulder and when the war happened draco and his mother protected her and hid her so Harry was looking for her that time but she was gon so after the war the 4 (Draco Pansy and blasé) walk into the great hall and the golden trio see that Y/N is engaged to Draco and Harry just apologizes and they catch up after all those years.
The Potter Twins
A/n: This has got to be one of the best requests I've ever seen anyone answer. I'm so gratefully you asked me to write it!! Thank you. Also, I did use lines from the book just to make the story work. I could have probably written a whole series so this is very long, I'm sorry. @loxbbg
"Y/n Potter." Professor McGonagall's shrill voice boomed. Just like that, the whole school's attention was on Y/n.
So many students, so much older than her, all focused on her. Probably, she had only just discovered, because of her last name.
The girl and the boy who lived. Apparently, they were famous.
On their 11th birthday, she hadn't expected a giant wizard man to come and whisk the twins away from the horrible Dursleys. But, he was nice and he knew their parents.
Y/n was always treated better than Harry. Aunt Petunia seemed to love her more, even letting her have a big bedroom.
Hagrid, she found out, had taken them shopping and brought them ice cream. While she thought it was all a hallucination when she was able to run through a wall, she knew something strange was happening.
After that, she had met a redhead, Ron. He was dorky but kind to the siblings. And, he seemed to know a lot about the wizarding world.
Y/n took a few tentative steps before sitting on the stool. She was hyperaware of the fact everyone was watching, not able to keep the blush off her cheeks.
The heavy hat was draped onto her head, weighing her down.
"Hmm, the other Potter. You would do good in Gryffindor." The hat whispered to her, making her widen her eyes. She hadn't expected it to talk. It was an object. How could it possibly talk?
Y/n was amazed at the whole thing. It still felt like a dream. The great hall was phenomenal, and she couldn't wait to explore the castle. It was unreal.
Y/n flicked her eyes to her brother. He was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, smiling at her. She hoped she would get to be with him, even though she didn't grasp the house concept. Plus, he was near the other girl, Hermione.
Hermione seemed to know a lot about wizards, and Y/n wanted to be informed. It was like she had finally discovered her missing part.
"I remember your parents. I think you could do just like them." The hat continued. Y/n kept hoping. Hoping she wouldn't go without Harry. The thought of her parents made her heartache, she knew so little about them, but she had heard so much about them in the last few days.
"Slytherin!" The hat roared. Y/n's eyes instantly widened, looking frantically at her brother. How was it possible? The hat had decided she would do good in Gryffindor. She wanted to be with her brother and Ron and Hermione.
Just like that, the hat was off her head. Y/n was speechless as she wandered over to the Slytherin table. Somehow, they all looked mean.
She hadn't noticed who she sat next to until the boy spoke. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He introduced himself, puffing out his chest proudly.
"Y/n Potter." Y/n introduced, despite knowing he already knew.
"I'm Pansy Parkinson." A girl with short black hair interrupted their conversation. "We're going to be sleeping in the same dorm, do you want to be friends?" She asked. A picture of confidence.
Y/n didn't know what to do but nod. "Yeah."
"Now shove off, Parkinson. We're talking." Draco interrupted the girls.
Y/n looked concerned at Pansy, but she didn't look offended at all. "Don't worry. Dracie and I have been friends since we were kids. He doesn't mean it." She reassured the girl, noticing her surprised look. The nickname made Y/n giggle, recognising the look on Draco's face as disgust.
"We're not friends." Draco joked, stoic face. Pansy hit him on the arm.
Y/n liked them already. She could tell they would be good friends. Plus, they filled the gap she was missing, not having Harry next to her.
Harry managed to get a chance to talk to Y/n after the feast. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, comforting his sister.
"I'm sorry we're not in the same house," Y/n told him, feeling guilty.
Harry shook his head. "It's not your fault. It's that weird hat's."
"It's strange, isn't it?" Y/n giggled, not feeling like crying anymore. "I don't know what so much of this means." She continued, feeling nervous about the whole situation.
"I know." Harry agreed with a nod. "We'll get through it together. I just want to know more about mum and dad, and it's good if we don't have to stay with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon." Y/n nodded to that. They were horrible people. "We should go to our rooms now. It'll be okay." He comforted her.
She gave him another quick hug. "Thanks, Harry." She told him before turning around to walk off.
"Wait, Y/n!" Harry called, she spun back around to face him. "I've heard Malfoy is bad news, be careful." He warned. Y/n nodded, reassuring him she'd be cautious.
She didn't believe it, though, as she skipped off to the common room.
~
It was only a week into classes when Y/n figured out not everyone at Hogwarts was nicer than the Dursley's. Mainly Professor Snape. For no reason, he seemed to hate Harry. They dissected it later in Hagrid's cottage.
"'S 'cause yeh look like yer mum." Hagrid offered as an explanation. That confused the twins and Ron, who came with them. Hagrid sighed, realising he had to explain it. "Snape loved her, way back, but she married yer dad. He couldn' stand yer dad. Anyway, tha''s all history now. Unfortunately, he's one to hold a grudge. Don' let it bother yeh." He told the children.
Harry just sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I'm used to Dudley, anyway." He figured Hogwarts was a lot better than the Dursley's house.
"What about yeh, Y/n, how's Slytherin? They're not pickin' on yeh?" Hagrid asked, switched his attention to the small girl.
"It's alright. I've made lots of friends." Y/n had actually had a rather good week. She'd befriended Pansy and a girl named Daphne. As well as Draco, with who she was very close. That was just in her house. Somehow, she'd managed to sit next to Hermione in a class, Lavender too, and a girl named Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff.
"Good." Hagrid nodded. "Yeh best be off now." He told them, taking the last sip of his drink.
The 3 of them nodded, getting up and leaving the cottage.
"You know, we've got our first flying lesson next week?" Ron asked the twins, trying to brighten the mood. He could tell they were both thinking about their parents.
Y/n did know. Draco had talked about it nonstop. He was beyond excited.
Harry nodded as well. "I'm not sure I'm going to be any good." He mentioned, lightly blushing.
"I'm sure you'll both be fine. It is in your blood." Ron told them. Y/n and Harry both looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused about what he meant. However, he didn't elaborate.
~
Y/n went to watch Harry's first Quidditch practise, despite him telling her not to. He said it was a waste of time when it was just practice. But she was extremely proud of him. She knew their parents would be proud too.
So she hid in the Slytherin bleaches, hoping Harry wouldn't spot her.
It was slightly chilly, the night wind whipping at her skin. That's when she felt the drape on a coat on her shoulder.
Y/n whipped her head around to see who it was, only to be met with the blonde's features. She definitely had a bit of a crush on him. He was cute and the first boy who had ever paid her attention.
Draco took a seat next to her, giving her a smile. "Hi." He whispered.
"Hi, Dray." It was a nickname she had quickly picked up, noticing how it made him blush. "You don't have to sit out here." She assured him.
"I want to," Draco confirmed.
Y/n knew he was jealous. Draco had done nothing but talk about how much he loved Quidditch. And Harry, who he thought was a blood traitor, had gotten all his success. So it was big that he wanted to sit with her.
They watched in silence before Draco spoke. "Did you know Pansy is dating Blaise?" He asked her.
Y/n shook her head rapidly. "I thought she liked you."
Draco stuck his tongue out in disgust. "No, I hope not. I did have a question though..." He trailed off, cheeks heating pink. He was bouncing his knee up and down nervously.
Y/n had never seen him like that. "What is it?" She asked.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Draco asked hesitantly. Y/n immediately nodded, accepting the offer. She had never felt happier and more relieved.
"Of course, Dray." She agreed immediately his face relaxed. Y/n reached over and laced her fingers in his, not concerned about how sweaty his palms were. "We can't tell Harry though." She suddenly realised, remembering her brother's words. Draco had never been kind to any of the Gryffindor's, despite them being her friends.
Draco nodded. "Okay." He accepted. Y/n was very thankful he agreed to her request.
~
3rd year was the most stressful yet, for Y/n. She and Draco were still secretly dating, much to Blaise and Pansy's surprise. They couldn't believe how long it had lasted. But Y/n and Draco were drawn to each other, as friends and lovers.
Summer break was also difficult for Y/n. Aunt Marge's visit had ruined the twins birthday. On top of that, apparently, a psychotic wizard had escaped. The Dursley's didn't understand what that would mean. But Y/n and Harry saw just what dark magic could do to Ginny Weasly last year. It was devastating and powerful.
Y/n ran away with Harry when he blew up Aunt Marge. Aunt Petunia had started being much meaner to her, the older she got. While Y/n didn't know Lily, she thought it might have been the reason Aunt Petunia started shunning her.
So, she stayed at the leaky cauldron with Harry. It was the first time she felt happy to not have parents, there were no rules.
Y/n was hiding something. All the letter her owl, Edwige, was bringing her. All from Draco. She figured Harry was too tied up in his own life to think anything was odd. He probably assumed it was Hermione.
The whole train ride all Harry, Ron and Hermione wanted to talk about was terrifying Sirius Black who was trying to murder the twins.
The train's sudden stop frightened Y/n. As the compartment grew cold, she thought it was Sirius, there to kill them. When the Dementor's bony fingers slide open the door, her heart raced, almost beating out of her chest.
This was it. She was going to die from a faceless ghost. It started to suck the life out of Harry and she froze, not knowing how to help her brother.
Thankfully, the cloaked figure in the corner sprung up, scaring the spirit away.
Y/n rushed to get to Harry, but he had already fainted. He was dazed and confused when he woke, Lupin, as Y/n had come to known, handing him some chocolate.
Once Lupin had re-explained what happened, to Harry, he left.
The Potter twins connection let Y/n feel the fear Harry was in, despite being the braver.
Y/n was more than happy to get off the train, being able to sit next to her boyfriend. The Gryffindor table couldn't see them, so they were free to subtly hold hands.
It didn't feel the same that year. Draco was much darker and meaner. He was mean to Hermione and Hagrid, two of Y/n's companions. She didn't understand it.
Their relationship issues came to a head on the date of Buckbeaks execution. Draco and Y/n didn't agree on the situation but it got worse as she roamed the castle with Harry, Hermione and Ron.
As soon as Y/n saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle hiding behind that rock she knew today was going to be her breaking point. She didn't understand why he couldn't just shut his mouth and not say anything.
"Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And he’s supposed to be our teacher!" The look on his face was pure disgust. His eyes flicked up to meet Y/n's, not back down from the remarks he'd made as she stared him down.
It was then she realised it. He cared more about maintaining his arrogant reputation than he did his own girlfriend. The thought broke her heart.
Harry and Ron both marched to him, with Hermione one step ahead. Y/n awkwardly stood there, not knowing how to come between her secret boyfriend and friends.
Hermione got to him first, landing a solid punch to his nose. It was as hard as she could, landing a solid sound.
Draco stumbled back, Crabbe and Goyle rushing to hold him up. He gave Y/n a final look as he ran past her.
Y/n's eyes were already filling with tears. Hermione noticed. "Are you alright?" She asked.
She quickly thought up a lie. "I'm sorry... It's just all of this with Buckbeard is difficult. Can you tell Hagrid I'm really sorry?" She stuttered out, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
They all brought the lie, Harry wrapping her in a hug before they walked off. She stood there and cried for a few minutes, all alone. Like no one in the world cared about her.
It quickly turned to anger, her blood boiling. She stormed off to the Slytherin common room, knowing Draco was too proud to go to the hospital wing.
She found him there, on the couch, Crabbe and Goyle at his side.
"I can't believe Granger," Draco exclaimed, not noticing Y/n. "She's a filthy mudblood I could easily get expelled."
"Tell your father." Goyle prompted. Crabbe and Goyle were the best henchmen, dumb and wanting to cause trouble.
"Goyle, Crabbe, I need to speak to Malfoy," Y/n announced. They didn't understand what she meant. "Alone." They finally understood, scurrying out of the room.
Draco didn't look concerned, his eyes challenging her. "What do you want? Hanging out with your idiot twin, that poor, blood traitor Weaslbee and mudblood Granger." He was just as pissed as Y/n was. Maybe, it was the anger for Granger he was taking out on Y/n.
She couldn't hide it anymore. "We're done." She told him. "I cannot be with you when you hate everyone that loves me."
"Fine." Draco shrugged. "I don't care."
That was the last thing Y/n heard from him as she stormed to her dorm room, a sobbing mess. Pansy quickly wrapped her in a hug, not needing to know what happened.
~
It was the end of term before Y/n even looked in Draco's direction again. She spent all those nights silently sobbing. The slight silver lining was she had gotten much closer to Harry, Hermione and Ron, no longer spending hours with Draco.
He'd trapped her when she was alone in the bleachers, just like he did on their first week.
He didn't place a jacket on her, rather some sunglasses. "Hi." He murmured, hesitantly sitting next to her. Draco was sure Y/n hated him.
"Hey." She replied. The truth was, she missed him. Draco was a part of her, they had grown up in love. They were never meant to fall out of it.
"Enjoying your last day?" Draco asked awkwardly. They felt like they were back in their first year, acting self-consciously.
She nodded, not interested in his small talk. "Yeah, I'm all packed as well." She still refused to look at him.
"I'm sorry." It came tumbling out like he didn't know how to say it. That made her turn her attention to him.
Y/n couldn't help but love him. She never wanted to break up, ever. "Me too." She replied.
Y/n wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He just looked so precious.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Draco asked, the question was phrased differently this time but it still reminded her of the shy first year.
"Yes." Y/n agreed. She had never known heartbreak like being without Draco.
"Also... I want it to be real this time." That made Y/n worry. She didn't want Harry to find out yet. There was no one Harry hated more. "Will you stay with us these holidays? And come to the Quidditch World Cup?" He asked shyly. That was the bashful boy she adored.
So far, Y/n's plans were to go to the Durley's. She'd just lie to them and say she was staying with Pansy. They wouldn't care because they didn't love her.
'Yes." Y/n told him. "I'm terrified to meet your parents." She admitted.
Draco took her hand in his. "Love, you have nothing to worry about." He assured her. In truth, he also had doubts about his father. Y/n was a Potter.
Once they left the bleachers, Y/n went to see Harry. The trio was in the courtyard.
"Oh Y/n, we were looking for you." Ron pipped up as she took a seat next to them. She tried to not blush too much. "Do you want to come to the Quidditch World Cup with us?" He asked. Uh oh.
"I'm really sorry. I told Pansy I'd go with her family." Y/n lied once again. She felt terrible doing it but she had to. Plus, they weren't going to find out.
"That's fine. Are staying with her the whole summer?" Harry asked. Y/n hated to have to nod. She knew they were keeping a brave face on but they were disappointed.
~
Y/n's lie worked. She made it to out of the station with Draco without anyone seeing.
They got in the car and, from there, they travelled to the manor. It was fabulous. Better than she could ever imagine. Pointed towers and perfectly done gardens, she was in another world.
"Hey, it'll be okay," Draco assured her, taking his hand in hers as they made it to the door. She had already met their house-elf, who carried the bags.
Draco knocked on the door, trying to seem brave. Narcissa swung it open, arms wide open to pull Draco in. Y/n admired how close they were. She had seen Narcissa once before when she came to see Draco. They weren't introduced but Y/n admired how elegant she looked.
"Y/n Potter, right?" Narcissa asked once she had let her boy go.
"Yes, Mrs Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you." Y/n politely said.
Narcissa giggled, shaking her head. "Don't be silly, you can call me Narcissa." She said before opening her arms up for the girl. She hugged for just as long as she hugged Draco, making Y/n feel very comfortable.
Lucius walked over, making Y/n's heart race.
"Draco." He greeted his son with a handshake, much less warm than his mother.
Then he turned to Y/n, staring down his nose at her. She had never felt as small. "You must be Y/n Potter?" He held out his hand.
"Yes, sir," Y/n replied, shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Lucius just scowled. Narcissa interrupted the tension. "Come, kids, we can talk in the living room." Just like that, she was part of the family.
~
The Malfoy tent at the Quidditch world cup was impressive. It was grand and dark like the manor.
Her summer with Draco was the best of her life, not that the others were much to compare to. Narcissa was the kindest woman she'd ever know. When she realised Y/n's birthday was the 31st of July, she insisted on throwing a large party.
She let Y/n pick out all the decorations, taking her on a shopping spree to Diagon Alley. Then, they had a spa day and afternoon tea party with Pansy and Daphne and some of Narcissa's friends. As much as she wanted to, Y/n figured it wasn't right to invite Hermione and Ginny.
That night, they had dinner out with the girls, Draco, Theo and Blaise. It was the best day of her life. It only got better when a massive cake was wheeled out, and a cart for of gifts. She was sure it was more than Dudley had ever gotten.
Draco's was the most special. It was a necklace, a traditional Black family one. On it was their initials.
Y/n made sure to stay in contact with Harry, but things had started to slip. She figured he was just busy but she missed him, and their other friends.
It was difficult for Y/n to get along with Lucius, knowing how close he was to Voldemort, the man who was trying to kill her. Somehow, they just didn't talk about it.
"Are you ready to go?" Draco asked, adjusting his black blazer. She couldn't believe how good he looked, a full black suit. His blonde hair parted in the middle. He had grown into his looks majorly over the summer.
"Yeah." Y/n nodded, putting her last earing in. They were a gift from Narcissa, real emeralds. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach she was trying to shake off as anticipation.
"Okay, Mum has already gone to our box. We're going in with my Father." He told her, walking over to grab her hand. Physical contact was something the couple had gotten used to. It was no longer awkward.
Y/n took his hand, lacing their fingers as they walked out of the tent. Draco was taller than her now, he hadn't been in first year. His slim thumb traced over her knuckles mindlessly.
Lucius didn't seem to mind the two of them being so close. The sky had darkened, and the crowds were already cheering. While Y/n had never been to a muggle sports game, she thought this was better. It was noisy but spectacular.
Draco and Y/n talked as they walked, him occasionally bumping into her shoulder. It always made her giggle.
When she heard Lucius' cruel voice, she looked back at him. He was looking up. Y/n followed his eye line. The Weasley's. Hermione. Harry.
Her brain stopped working, and she froze. The look on Harry's face was pure fury. He was looking between her and Draco rapidly, but it was obvious. They were holding hands, and they had just been giggling together.
Those smiles were long gone. The atmosphere had immediately blackened.
Lucius' threat to Harry made her wince. Harry didn't even look bothered, just furious at her. Betrayed. It physically hurt her, and she gripped Draco's hand.
The Weasley group turned to walk off so did Lucius. Draco pulled Y/n closer to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry. It'll be okay. Harry will calm down." Draco told her. She just hoped it was true. Harry didn't like to be deceived, and she had lied so much. Plus, Draco was never nice to Harry, Hermione and Ron. They probably hated her by association. "My father really shouldn't have said that." He grimaced. That's made her confident in her decision. Draco had changed.
Y/n nodded, trying to choke back the tears welling in her eyes. "Yeah, I know."
Draco stopped in the middle of the bridge. He took her face in his hands. "Hey, I love you." He reminded her before leaning down to kiss her. It was soft and filled her back up with warmth, making the chilling look Harry had sent her go away. She just hoped Harry still loved her.
Y/n tried to put Harry in the back of her mind the rest of the break. She did write him a few letters, but he didn't reply.
~
Harry was too busy to talk to Y/n on the first day of school. She hoped Hermione and Ron weren't giving her the cold shoulder, but they did.
So she spent the welcome feast with Pansy and Daphne. And, of course, her boyfriend.
He confronted her on the second day of school.
Y/n was in the courtyard when Draco and Harry had their quarrel. She always knew Draco was short-tempered, but she couldn't believe the things he was saying to Harry about their mother.
Y/n's shock grew when Harry spat back, knocking Narcissa. He didn't know her like she did. Narcissa had been nothing but kind to Y/n. That was when she knew she couldn't let Harry get away with it.
"Harry!" Y/n yelled, his attention flicked to her. His eyes were even more outraged than they were with Draco.
"What do you want, traitor?" Harry demanded, his voice was angry too.
"You can't say those things about Narcissa," Y/n demanded. Now she knew how mad Draco felt. Her jaw was clenched like her fits. "And, I'm not a traitor. I'm a Slytherin, that wasn't my choice."
Harry rolled his eyes and huffed. "You're sickening. Did you not hear what he said about our mother!?" He lectured her. "I don't know how you could be with someone so vile."
"Draco isn't who you think he is." Y/n defended. Draco loved her. He'd never given up on her like Harry had.
"He hates you!" Harry spat. He was closer to her now, towering over her. She had never seen anyone that mad. "You're not a Potter. You don't belong in our family." He said so lowly it made her shiver.
Harry was so close she thought he was going to hit her. That's when Draco jumped in the middle of the twins, pushing Harry back and shielding Y/n.
"Watch it, Potter." Draco threatened, glaring down at Harry. He was only an inch taller.
Harry scoffed, fists clench, ready for a fight. He looked around Draco, at Y/n. "Mum and Dad would have despised you. You're just like all those other awful Slytherins. I don't understand how you could be with someone as low as Malfoy." His words sat deep in her heart, and he didn't stop them from coming. "You're not a Potter." With that, he left, not looking back.
Y/n immediately burst out in tears. She couldn't stop it. Draco spun around to her, holding her so she wouldn't collapse.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." Draco told her, wrapping her in his arms so tightly. He just held her. "You know they would be proud of you, Y/n. You're so strong and clever." He comforted her, his hands stroking her back.
Y/n shook her head. "No, I'm a Slytherin. They were all brave Gryffindors." She choked out.
"It doesn't matter what house you're in. You're so kind and talented." Draco reassured her. His heart was breaking, seeing his girlfriend in such a bad state. All he wanted to do was stop her from hurting. "I know how important Harry is to you. We can take a break until this all blows over." He reassured her.
Y/n shook her head, clinging to her chest. "No, no, please, Dray." She said as she cried out. "You're the last good thing I have left."
"Baby." He cooed, tracing her cheekbones. "I'll never leave you." He promised.
~
Draco stayed true to his word. He supported her throughout the whole year. Y/n was always worried for Harry. Despite the shunning, he inflicted on her.
It didn't stop with Harry. Y/n lost half of her friends that day. Hermione, the Weasley's and most muggle-borns refused to talk to her. She was always so kind that it troubled her.
Draco took her to the Yule ball, naturally. She saw Harry that night. They even made eye contact, but he didn't comment on her forest green dress. It matched her eyes perfectly, though, and Harry couldn't stop thinking about one photo of his mother he'd seen. They looked so similar.
She spent the Christmas break at the Malfoy's, receiving a sweater from Molly Weasley. That meant the world to her, despite none of them speaking to her.
When they got back to Hogwarts, Y/n figured out how irrelevant she was to Harry. Ron was the one that was taken for the second task. Everyone noticed. Not his own twin, his friend.
Y/n still remained close with Sirius. They wrote letters to each other throughout the year. He knew how worried she was about Harry.
The truth was, Sirius felt bad, James and Lily were his best friends and he knew they'd be disappointed to see the twins split up. Sirius was also worried for Y/n, he knew what it was like being part of the Black family.
He had hatched a few plans to get them to talk, but none worked. Not due to Y/n's lack of trying.
The third task was the worst thing Y/n had been through at Hogwarts. She could feel something bad was happening to Harry. When he came back through the portkey, she saw it. And it was distressing.
Voldermort was reborn, whether everyone believed it or not. Y/n could feel it was true.
~
5th year was exciting.
Y/n celebrated her 15th birthday before it started. This time, they had dinner with her friends. She didn't write to Harry.
Sirius sent her gifts, and he was starting to ask whether Narcissa was okay.
Just after her birthday, in August, Draco Malfoy and Y/n Potter were made prefects. They both read the letters at the breakfast table.
Narcissa was overjoyed for both of them.
At 11am, on the 1st of September, they got on the train to Hogwarts.
The rest of that year went on normally, apart from Umbridge's rules.
Christmas break was a sign that a darker power was brewing. Y/n heard the whispers under the door and she assumed the other side of the war also had meetings.
Y/n was shocked when Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban. After the Umbridge drama died down, they had to sit their O.W.L.s. That was rough.
One terrible day of June was Sirius' last. Y/n cried in Draco's arms for days over the death. She always thought Sirius was the only person who was going to be able to reunite the twins. And now he was gone.
~
Y/n knew something was very wrong during the summer. Draco told her he was a death eater. They cried about it together all night. The weeks following were stressful, and they weren't even back at Hogwarts. The war had started.
Draco and Narcissa kept Y/n hidden from Lucius' guests. O.W.L results were the first good thing that summer.
Y/n's 16th birthday was smaller than her last. Y/n, Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Theo were all hyperaware of the dementor attacks.
That weekend, they visited Diagon Alley with Narcissa. Y/n was at Draco's side the whole time, unfortunately, that meant she had a run-in with Harry and the Weasleys. It was awkward, to say the least. Her own twin still wouldn't acknowledge her.
Draco's task started at the beginning of the year. Y/n was the only one who knew about it, besides Snape.
Then Christmas, with even more death eater meetings. Y/n barely saw Draco. Narcissa had made her promise to take care of him, but it was difficult to get him to eat.
Draco continued his task during the second semester. Y/n knew that Harry knew about Draco. Their twin insight gave him the power to just know things.
It was getting difficult between Y/n and Draco. They didn't talk as honestly as they used to. He wanted to protect her. And she knew he needed to open up.
One day in May, Y/n rushed to see Draco in the hospital wing, concerned about how he could have gotten there. Did something go wrong with the vanishing cabinet?
"Draco!" She cried as she saw him lying on a hospital bed looking pale.
Draco waved at her, a little smile on his face.
"Potter." Snape hissed, looking down at the girl. Y/n didn't care he was there as she wrapped her arms around Draco. Snape was nicer to Y/n this year, which she didn't understand.
From a photo Sirius had given her, she knew she looked more like Lily than ever. She always kept the picture near her. It was the Potter parents holding up their twins, smiling.
"He's fine," Snape told her. "As for your brother, he's going to be in huge trouble." He continued before walking out of the hospital wing.
"What happened?" Y/n demanded, holding Draco's face in her hands. His cheekbones were more prominent now, and his eyes were more overcast.
Draco playfully huffed. "I was, uh, in the bathroom. Potter came in and used the bloody Sectumsempra spell on me." He complained, his eyes now angrier. She couldn't believe Harry would do something like that. But, then again, she didn't really know him.
Y/n noticed the way his voice faded when he talked about where he was. "Why were you in the bathroom?" She knew him well enough to push for an answer."
"Uh, talking." Draco offered an explanation. It wasn't good enough for Y/n to accept.
"To who?" She asked.
Draco groaned, rolling his eyes. He finally gave in. "Fine, I was crying to Moaning Myrtle." He admitted. His cheeks were pink with blush and he looked guilty.
"Dray." Y/n cooed, reaching down to hold his hand. "You can talk to me about anything you need to, any time." She assured him.
Draco nodded, thankfully. "He's going to get detention for the rest of the year." He told her, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
Narcissa was one of the last people Y/n expected to see walk into the Hospital Wing. She was in a black pantsuit.
"Mother." Draco greeted her, trying to move in the bed to get up.
"Stay put, you," Narcissa told him with a smile. She walked right over and hugged Y/n. "Are you okay?" She asked. Y/n just nodded. She knew a storm was brewing, but nothing had happened yet. It was only a matter of time. Then she turned to Draco. "Are you?" She asked him.
Draco already had a witty reply, clearly feeling like himself again. "Aside from my own mother preferring my girlfriend to me." He complained, a faux pout on his face.
Narcissa just rolled her eyes, like mother like son. "I can't help it. You get into too much trouble." She told him with a pointed look.
Draco scoffed. "Wasn't my fault." He complained quietly. The girls just gave him a look he knew too well. "Honestly, what are you doing here?" He asked. When Narcissa widened her eyes, he followed the question up with a statement. "Not that I'm not pleased to see you."
"I've actually come for Y/n." She explained.
Both Y/n and Draco looked at her in shock. "What? Why?" Y/n asked, most concerned.
Narcissa looked to Draco who sighed out an 'oh' and then back to Y/n before speaking. "You know about the cabinet." Y/n nodded. "They need it. The Death Eaters. To get into Hogwarts." That made Y/n worry. They weren't coming in to have dinner.
"You don't know this." Draco started, making Y/n's attention turn to him. "My task is to kill Dumbledore." Y/n's mouth gawked open. She could feel her hands shaking. More than anything, she couldn't believe someone would make a kid do that.
Narcissa grimaced. "It's all about to start." Y/n didn't need to ask what 'it' was. "So I'm taking Y/n away." She told them.
"Wait... for how long?" Draco asked quickly, gripping her hand.
"Draco, you sit in those meetings," Narcissa told him. "You know the plan is for them to take over the Ministry of Magic and persecute muggle-borns." That made Y/n wince. "It's not safe for Y/n to stay at Hogwarts, don't be silly about this." She strictly told him.
Draco sighed but nodded. He knew Narcissa was always right. "Can I still see her?" He asked, now thinking rationally. Y/n didn't like that she didn't have any say in the matter.
"Yes." At least there was that. "No one is going to know where she is apart from Lucius, you and I," Narcissa told them.
"Do I get any say in this?" Y/n finally spat out.
Narcissa turned her attention to Y/n with a pleading look. "You know we have to."
"I've still got a month of school left," Y/n argued.
"I know and I'm sorry we have to do this." Narcissa apologised. "It's all going to happen next month."
"Can't I stay until then?" Y/n asked.
Narcissa shook her head. "I promise you, if I thought you could, I would let you. You're a big part of what you-know-who wants, Harry more, but you must stay far away from this." She told her.
Y/n couldn't not agree. "Alright. We're leaving now?" She asked.
"Yes," Narcissa told her. "All of your things have been packed. Draco can come and see you once it's over." She promised.
Draco wrapped his arms around Y/n as he kissed her. It was one of the things she knew she was going to miss. She also knew it was time to go.
"Bye, I love you," Draco told her, waving from his hospital bed.
"I love you too," Y/n replied before walking out of the wing with Narcissa.
From there, they went out a secret passage, making sure no one saw. Professor Snape knew Y/n had to go, so he was coming up with the cover story.
Narcissa and Y/n finally reached a Slytherin scarf, which took them to a house she'd never been to. "Where are we?" Y/n asked, still holding on to the portkey.
"The South of England," Narcissa told her, making her brows furrow and eyes widen. "It's an old Black family house." She explained, opening the door. It was just as grand as the Manor, smaller, though.
Inside it looked just as gorgeous. All the decor was French country vintage. It screamed old money.
"It's beautiful," Y/n told Narcissa, having a look around the inside. There was so much light streaming into the room with wooden details.
"I'll make some tea. Your room is on the second floor, first door." Narcissa told her. Y/n nodded, walking up the stairs to find the room. It was decorated like royalty belonged there. There was a massive window that looked right out onto the coast.
It was then she realised the house was on a cliff. Y/n hadn't seen it from the angle the entryway was at. But it was spectacular. Lonely.
Y/n could spend her whole life there. She set her bags down and strolled around the room. It was smaller than Draco's was, at the manor. But it was much lighter. Almost the complete opposite of the Malfoy family home.
Once she had finished looking around, she went back downstairs to see Narcissa setting tea up on the coffee table. When she walked into the living room she saw the massive windows, showing the ocean.
"Sit," Narcissa commanded and Y/n did so right away. She poured tea for both of them before also sitting down. They sat in silence for a while, Y/n not knowing what to say. "I can tell you have questions." Narcissa prompted.
"Why is Snape protecting Draco and I?" Y/n asked quickly.
Narcissa sighed before answering. "Do you know what an Unbreakable Vow is?" She asked, and Y/n nodded. "Severus and I made one. He vowed to watch over Draco." Y/n nodded again. That vow must have expended to Y/n.
Y/n suddenly had more questions. "You need a Bonder, right?"
"Yes, Bellatrix was ours," Narcissa replied. Y/n was familiar with Draco's strange aunt. They had never met, out of Bellatrix's loyalty to Voldermort.
"Are you going to stay here with me?" She asked, concerned about being alone.
Narcissa shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can only be here sometimes. The story is you ran away, and no one knows where you are, so I can't be here too much." Y/n didn't know that before. Everyone was going to think she'd left by choice. Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, Theo. Harry, if he cared. She knew none of them were going to be able to know why she was gone.
"Am I safe here?" Y/n asked, now worrying about how she would be safe alone. The tea they were sipping seemed to calm her down.
"Yes, there are charms on the house so no one can get in. But, I'm also giving you this." Narcissa stopped what she was saying and pulled out a necklace. It was a heart-shaped gold locket. Narcissa placed it in her hand. Y/n looked at it. That's when she noticed the initials on it. Draco's and hers.
Y/n thanked her. "That's not it. If you open it like this." Narcissa instructed, opening the heart. Y/n noticed the emerald gemstone. "This stone is a portkey, right to the Manor." So Y/n would be able to get back to the Manor.
"I can't thank you enough, and I don't want to intrude, but I do have a personal question." Y/n was hesitant about what she was going to ask. But she needed to know. "You said before, in the hospital wing, that Mr Malfoy knew where I was staying. And I have a lot of respect for him, so I don't want this to come off badly." Y/n could tell she was rambling. Narcissa could as well, she slid a hand onto Y/n's to calm her down. "Why is it safe for him to know? He's you-know-who's number 2. Eventually, he's going to want me dead." It broke Y/n's heart, she knew it was going to ruin Draco's life. But, his father was going to have to kill her.
"Slow down." Narcissa smiled softly. That comforted Y/n a little. "Do you remember when we met, the summer before the World Cup?" She asked. Y/n nodded in agreement, not sure where it was going. "The night we met you, I knew. I knew Draco was in love with you. And, I knew Voldermort was going to come back and try to kill the Potter twins." Y/n's heart started to race at the mention of her parents' death. "I made Lucius make an unbreakable vow. Snape was the Bonder." Oh, it made sense. Lucius couldn't hurt Y/n, Narcissa had protected her.
She just didn't understand why so she asked. "Why? I mean, I appreciate it more than anything. But you risked your whole marriage." It was true, and Narcissa knew that.
"I've never thought you or Harry should be persecuted. My parents raised me as pureblood supremacists, but killing is wrong." Narcissa told her. Y/n was thankful for her honesty. She filled the place Lily had left, and Petunia hadn't tried to fill. "I love Draco, more than anything in the world. The only thing I've ever wanted is to see him happy. I knew he was happy with you." Y/n understood Narcissa's unconditional love for Draco, she felt the same.
"He's lucky to have you," Y/n mentioned, trying not to think about her parents.
"I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I'm very sorry about your parents," Narcissa told her. Y/n could feel the tears in her eyes.
She let a few of them fall. "Did you, uh, know them?"
"My last two years at Hogwarts, they were there. James was only 11 but he was loud and brave. He would even stand up to me with Sirius." Hearing both their names made Y/n cry more. She was crying for the dad she never knew, and the uncle she only had for a short time. "I noticed you at Hogwarts, I think during second year, and I had deja vu. You looked so similar to Lily. She always wore her hair just like you did." Y/n remembered seeing Narcissa but she didn't remember Narcissa seeing her.
"Would they be disappointed in me?" Y/n couldn't help but ask. Narcissa felt her pain, running deep. She immediately wrapped the girl in a hug, letting her cry.
"No, never for a moment." She confirmed. "I know it's not the same, but I'm proud of you." It wasn't the same, but it meant just as much.
"Thank you." Y/n thanked her again.
"No thanks are necessary. I should go back though." Narcissa stated, looking at her watch.
Y/n nodded, gently opening the necklace so she wouldn't touch the emerald. Narcissa held it, and just like that, she was gone.
Y/n found a good amount of things to do. There were movies and music. She still had some of her textbooks. Plus, exploring the house was fun.
But she did miss Draco. And the rest of her friends. Instead of using an owl, she decided to send letters by muggle post to the Malfoy residence, so Narcissa could send them to Hogwarts.
~
There was a knock on the door a couple of weeks after Y/n moved in.
She peaked out the window before seeing a tuff of blonde hair. It was Draco.
Quickly, she swung the door open, embarrassing him in her arms.
Draco hugged her back, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.
"Dray, I missed you." She cooed, head buried in his shoulder.
"I missed you too, my girl." He replied, pulling her even closer. It was so tight she felt like she couldn't breathe.
When she pulled back, she had a thought. "How did you manage to come? Don't you have classes?"
Draco shook his head. "Quidditch match. It's Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw, so I came here instead." Y/n was very grateful for Quidditch that day.
They only had a few hours before people would notice he was gone. But they baked cookies together while Draco filled her in on everything she'd missed. As well as lots of kissing.
When it came time for him to leave, she was upset. But Draco made her promise not to cry.
~
Draco came back after the battle of the tower. Y/n knew there was something wrong. He didn't grin as wide when he met her at the beach.
There were already tears forming in his eyes, and it was late.
"Dray, talk to me, baby." Y/n pleaded as they lay together on the couch. It was far past midnight. Y/n was on Draco's chest and they were a tangle of limbs. She had her fingers running through his hair.
Draco sighed. "I couldn't do it." He sobbed out. "I couldn't kill him. Snape had to do it. It was so horrible, Y/n." He continued, tears still falling. "My father was so mad. He cares more about appeasing Voldermort than me." Y/n's heart clenched as she heard his words.
"Draco, he loves you." Y/n tried to reassure him.
Draco tried to accept it, but it was difficult. "I'm scared for what's going to happen." He told her.
"Me too," Y/n admitted. "How's it all going to end?" She asked him.
The truth was Draco didn't know. And she knew that. "They're talking over the Manor." He didn't want to be the one telling her the bad news. "They're going to go after anyone and everyone associated with Muggleborns. I'm not going to get to be here much." He hesitantly admitted.
"You've done what they needed you to do, though!" Y/n exclaimed, feeling outraged.
"I know. I'm not sure what they're going to do with me. Father lectured me and I just came here." Draco explained. It reassured her there might be some hope he could spend the summer there. "It'll be okay, Y/n."
She tried to retain that. "Can you come back on my birthday, at least?" Y/n asked.
"Of course, baby." Draco quickly replied. That brought Y/n some relief.
~
Draco was busy a lot of the summer. Despite having completed the task he was given, he was still Lucius's son.
He told Y/n all about how the Manor had been taken over by death eaters. It worried her. She also spent a lot of time worried about Harry. He was the only blood connection she had left in the world, and she had no idea where he was.
Draco came back on her birthday like he promised. He had more flowers than she'd ever seen in her life. That wasn't where the gifts ended. Jewellery, new shoes, perfume and a big cake.
Narcissa made it as well for dinner. She even insisted Draco stay the night.
By nighttime, they were lying in bed together. Draco's arms wrapped around her tightly. As usual, she lay against his chest. Draco stroking her hair.
When she looked up at him, she knew something was wrong. After all their years together, she could read him like a book. "What is it?"
"What do you mean?" He asked. His voice was a slightly higher pitch. Y/n recognised that as a sign he was hiding something.
"I can tell something bothering you," Y/n explained. "Let me in, Dray." She pleaded.
Draco knew he had to. "I have to leave early tomorrow morning."
Y/n knew that wasn't it. "I need the whole truth." Draco groaned, knowing she knew him better than he knew himself.
"I have to go early so I can be at the takeover of the ministry," Draco revealed to her. "They're going after Scrimgeour because he knows where Harry is." Oh. That wasn't good. Either the minister would give up Harry's location, and her twin brother would be killed. Or, the Ministry of Magic would be run by Death Eaters. Either way, their power was growing. Y/n knew Harry only had a matter of time. Then she would be next.
"So, no one knows where Harry is?" Y/n asked hopefully. Even if he hated her, she would rather he was alive.
Draco shook his head. "He's hunting the Horcruxes, I'd guess. Scrimgeour knows and maybe a few members of the Ministry." That made Y/n relieved, although she wasn't sure how good Harry's survival skills were.
"Am I going to be okay?" Y/n asked, fearing the worst.
Draco took a deep breath as he prepared an answer. "I'm never going to let him get to you, I promise. My Father's vow will make sure he can't either. No one else knows you're here." He reassured her. Y/n just hoped it was true, Draco could read that.
"So you're going back to Hogwarts?" Y/n couldn't help but ask.
Draco nodded. "I think Snape is going to be appointed Headmaster. I'll be safe there." That reassured Y/n to no end. He chuckled slightly, a smile on his face. "We were going to be Head boy and girl." He explained. Y/n's face dropped as she tried not to cry. "Hey, hey, hey." Draco noticed. "It's just the way it happened."
"I know." She nodded. "It just could have been the best year ever."
"When this is all over, we're going to have the best year." He assured her. Y/n tried to hang onto that.
It got difficult the further the year dragged on. Y/n barely saw Draco. She did receive letters about how horrible things had gotten. Hogwarts was gloomier, no one could find Harry, Snape's regime was intense. Y/n was thankful she was away from the whole mess.
Just before Christmas, she found out Luna Lovegood had been kidnapped. Draco had started to detest the cause he was fighting for. He never said so, but she could infer it from what he wrote.
In March, she discovered Harry had been captured. Draco was the one who had to identify him, and he felt horrible about it. He cried on her shoulder, begging her to forgive him when he came to see her. Y/n was never mad at Draco. She was smart enough to know he had to do it. And, deep down, she could feel that Harry was okay.
Draco was in a worse state when they escaped. Not because he wanted Harry to be killed. Because his own aunt had murdered Dobby. While he was taught to hate the house-elves, Dobby was almost his younger sibling.
All Draco could feel was split, unsure of what to do.
Draco told her it was all going to happen on May 1st. The battle of Hogwarts. Y/n spent the whole day riddled with anxiety. She spent a whole 3 days wide awake, waiting for news.
She felt a cursing pain through her head at some point on the 2nd of May. Then the visions started, of Harry and Dumbledore at a train station. She realised she was seeing inside Harry's vision. When he made the choice to return to his body, Y/n knew everything would be alright.
Y/n anxious sat on the couch until 3 people appeared. It was only the early hours of the morning. She immediately ran to Draco wrapping her arms around him. He was unkempt, and his hair was a mess. He hugged her back, pulling her into his chest. She had never seen him looking as disturbed.
"What happened?" Y/n asked, turning to give Narcissa a hug. Much to her surprise, Lucius shook her hand. It was the first time they'd ever done something like that.
"We left," Lucius told her. That was also the first time he'd ever properly talked to her. She didn't understand.
They explained it all to her. How Harry sacrificed himself, how he died, more importantly how Narcissa discovered he was alive. Y/n hung on every word as Narcissa told her how she had lied to Voldermort. She also told Y/n Harry asked if she was still alive. Harry still cared about her.
By that point Draco, Narcissa and Y/n were all crying.
The sun had just started rising when Y/n realised it.
Suddenly, she had a massive headache. The kind she knew Harry used to have. And she knew what it meant.
"Voldermort's dead," Y/n announced, causing all of their eyes to widen. "I just know. I can feel it. Harry killed him." She felt more connected to Harry than she had in years, but she knew.
There were no words any of them said as they hugged. She could feel her head beating rapidly, the same as Draco's.
"Who died?" Y/n finally asked the question she was terrified to ask. Harry was the only one she knew was alive from the good side.
"Bellatrix." Narcissa sobbed out, Lucius immediately pulling her into a hug. It was one of the first times Y/n had seen them acting so intimately.
Draco continued giving Y/n the list. Every second felt like an hour as she hoped none of her friends died. "Fred Weasley." She could only think about the heartbreak that would have caused her brother and his friends. "Snape too." Draco let a few tears fall and Y/n rushed to wipe them. "Lupin and Tonks." Lupin was the last person alive who really knew her parents. Now her chances of knowing about them were over. "There were a lot of others too but everyone else we are close to is okay."
"Good." Y/n nodded before wrapping him in a hug. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Both couples holding each other, all feeling extremely grateful.
"We should go back home," Narcissa told them, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We'll have breakfast." She promised.
Draco enthusiastically nodded. "I'm starving." He mentioned.
Narcissa reached out to grab his hand. "You haven't eaten in days."
Y/n quickly turned her attention to Draco. "Dray." She told him, hitting his arm. "You can't do that."
"I won't, ever again." He promised, his hand wrapping around her waist. "As long as you're there to cook for me." He cheekily quipped, looking at Y/n with a grin. It was the first one she had seen in a while.
Narcissa and Lucius both laughed at the younger couple who reminded them of themselves. "You're dreaming," Y/n replied, bumping into his shoulder. Y/n opened her necklace.
Narcissa, Draco, Lucius and Y/n all touched the emerald. Just like that, they arrived in the Manor living room. It was like Y/n remembered, still as dark. She did feel better about being there, knowing no death eaters were trying to kill her brother.
Over pancakes, they laughed and talked. The world finally felt peaceful again. It was the first time Y/n had been happy in weeks.
An owl knocked at the window, around midday and Y/n took the two letters out of its mouth.
"Dray." She told him, handing his one over to him. "It's from Hogwarts." She told Narcissa and Lucius. They both opened their letters and read them. "In June, they're having an end of year feast," Y/n explained.
"So, we've got a month off school?" Draco looked thrilled by the news.
Narcissa chuckled. "What does it say about your exams?" She asked.
Draco read further down. "Mine says my grades from last year will be considered my grades for this year and I can become an Aurora. Or I can go back to Hogwarts." There was hopefulness in his voice Y/n had missed.
"Draco!" Narcissa cheered, jumping up to hug him. "Congratulations."
"Mine says the same." Y/n realised. "But how is that possible?" She asked, looking at Narcissa.
"I'm not sure." The woman replied, looking just as confused.
"I may have a few words with the acting Ministry when Voldermort was in charge," Lucius reported. All 3 of them were shocked by the confession.
Y/n was overcome with appreciation. "Thank you, sir."
"Please, Lucius is fine." That surprised Y/n but it was nice to hear he might not have hated her as much as she thought. It was the first time Y/n had seen a smile on his face. "What are you two planning on doing with your time off?" He asked the younger couple.
Draco and Y/n met each other's eyes, they hadn't thought about it. "What are we meant to do?" Draco asked.
"The house on the cliff is empty, if you want to spend more time there, Y/n," Narcissa mentioned. Draco grinned widely, nodding his head. He accepted the offer. "Slow down, Y/n?" Narcissa asked, turning her attention to Y/n.
"Yes, I'd love to. Thank you." Y/n affirmed her boyfriend's acceptance.
"When can we go?" Draco asked.
Lucius chuckled. "You don't want to spend time with your parents, son?" He joked. Another first. "You're going of age now, Draco. Y/n too. I think you've both earned the privilege of being treated like adults." He told them.
"You have to be back for your birthday, Draco. We're going to throw a party." Narcissa instructed, raising her eyebrows at him.
"So I'm not an adult?" Draco quipped back.
Narcissa turned to Y/n. "Will you make sure he comes back?" Y/n nodded. "Then you are both free to leave after I get a hug." She informed them, opening her arms up. Draco hugged her first, standing much taller than her.
Then he left to get his stuff. Lucius followed him up the stairs. Y/n walked over to Narcissa, embracing her.
"Thank you, for everything." Y/n mentioned in her arms.
"It's never a problem, sweetness," Narcissa replied, kissing the girl on the forehead.
~
Y/n and Draco took a different portkey to the house. Both of them were buzzing to have a month together after being apart for so long. They finally felt free and independent.
For a few weeks, they just hung out, reacquainting with each other. They spent time in London, seeing muggle sights and shopping. As well as the small, nearby muggle town. It had the cutest cafe.
Draco and Y/n also hung out with Pansy, Theo and Blaise again. They were all thrilled to see her. She explained the whole situation to them and they completely understood.
Between them, it was like no time was lost.
One summer evening, Draco had insisted on cooking Y/n dinner. He explained it was a date. She was to dress up nice like they were going out. Draco was in a full black suit, matching Y/n's sparkling black dress.
He even set the outdoor table, making Y/n sit there and wait for him to bring out dinner.
It was a pasta dish. The same one Narcissa had made the first time Y/n met the Malfoy family.
"Thank you, Dray," Y/n said as they sat, looking out at the view. The sun was just setting and the whole sky was painted pinks and oranges. In the distance, there was the sound of waves breaking on the cliff.
Draco looked nervous, she hadn't seen him like that for a long time. "Uh, I had a question for you." He stuttered out, cheeks turning pink.
Y/n sent him a soft smile, trying to help him calm down. His nerves were worrying her. What could he possibly ask her? Y/n knew exactly what was about to happen when Draco slid off his chair and down onto one knee. Her hands immediately came over her mouth. Tears were already pricking her eyes. He reached into his back pocket, producing a green velvet box.
"I've, uh, I've thought about doing this for a really long time. When we first met I knew you were the one who was always going to hold a special part of my heart. It was everything about you. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you." Y/n was full-on sobbing at Draco's words. They were the sweetest thing anyone had ever said. "I knew from when I met you that I'd always love you. But I had no idea you'd bear to be around me for long enough. I was kind of insufferable." Y/n and Draco both chuckled. "I'm so grateful I even got the chance to know someone as clever, kind, funny and ambitious as you. Once I'd asked you out, I knew I needed you to be mine forever." Draco let a few tears out, stopping to wipe them. "I've done a lot of stupid things, hurt a lot of people and you're far too good for me, I know that. But, I swear, I'm going to spend every day making it up however I can. I'm going to spend every day making it up to you too. If you let me. I think I knew you before I understood myself. You truly are my best friend and the most important person to me in the world." Neither of them could stop the uncontrollable tears they let out. "So, uh, I've got to ask now. Y/n Potter, will you do me the honours of marrying me?" Draco opened the ring box, revealing a huge diamond ring. It looked vintage and the prettiest thing Y/n had ever seen.
Y/n wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks, leaning down to do that same to Draco. "Yes, Draco. A million times yes." He was grinning as wide as she'd ever seen as he slipped the ring on her finger.
He stood up, holding her face in his hands. "I love you." He told her, leaning down to kiss her gently.
"I love you too," Y/n replied, eyes closed with her forehead intimately pressed against Draco's. When she moved her eyes she looked down at the ring. "It's so beautiful, Dray."
Draco nodded before explaining the story. "It's, um, a Black family heirloom. If Mum, Aunt Bella or Aunt Andromeda were boys, they would have gotten it. Luckily for me, it skipped a generation."
"It's stunning." Y/n leant back up to place a kiss on his lips. "Now, what have you cooked for dessert?" She asked, giggling lightly.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Your favourite, of course, but only because you said yes." He revelled.
~
Y/n woke Draco up on his birthday with an assortment of gifts. After they ate breakfast and unwrapped presents, they went to the Manor.
Y/n knocked on the door happily. Draco's left hand entwined with her right one. Narcissa swung it open and embarrassed Y/n in an enthusiastic hug. She quickly grabbed Y/n's left hand, looking at the ring.
"I knew it would look perfect on you," Narcissa mentioned, tracing over the ring. Y/n grinned at her.
"It is perfect," Y/n said, grinning at Draco.
"You're perfect." Draco simply replied. Narcissa chuckled at the two of them. "Can I have my hug?" He asked Narcissa.
Narcissa dropped Y/n's hand hesitantly to pull him in. "18 but you're still acting like a petulant child." She joked making Draco pull a face of mock offence. "Happy birthday, Draco."
"Are you keeping them in here, Sissy?" Lucius asked, walking around the corner. Narcissa rolled her eyes at him. "Happy birthday, son." He said, wrapping Draco in a hug. "Y/n." Lucius turned to her.
"Mr Malfoy." Y/n greeted. She thought she was in trouble when he raised his eyebrows and shot her a pointed look. The smile on his lips assured her she wasn't about to be told off. "Lucius." She corrected herself.
Y/n held out a hand to shake his but he shook his head, opening his arms. "You're my future daughter-in-law, come here." He insisted, and Y/n hugged him, trying to avoid showing her shock.
After they had lunch and Draco opened more presents, Pansy, Daphne, Theo, Blaise, other friends and several Malfoy and Black family members came over. It was a phenomenal party.
Pansy raced right over to Y/n, flinging her arms around the girl.
"Hi Pansy, it's actually my birthday." Draco sarcastically greeted her.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Happy birthday, you big baby." She said, giving him a hug too. "I'm sorry I missed my best friend." Draco faked offence.
Theo, Blaise and Daphne all came to hug the couple as well. Neither Y/n nor Draco had realised they didn't know about the engagement.
They all quickly got flutes of champagne, raising them to toast each Draco.
That's when Pansy saw it. "Oh, Merlin. Is that an engagement ring!?" Pansy shouted, grabbing Y/n's left hand.
Both Y/n and Draco awkwardly laughed. "Yes," Y/n confirmed as Pansy admired the ring, showing Y/n's hand to Daphne and the boys.
"That's not just any ring. That's a Black Family ring." Blaise noticed.
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "How did you know that?" She asked, looking back at Draco.
He was blushing pink. "Loverboy, here, has been talking about giving it to you since 1st year," Theo informed Y/n. "He wouldn't shut up about it most nights." Her eyes widened as she looked at a red-faced Draco.
"You never told me that," Y/n mentioned, nudging his chest. Draco groaned, wrapping his arm around Y/n's waist.
"Because it's really embarrassing." Draco quietly stated.
Daphne pattered Draco's arm. "Y/n used to talk about you in her sleep." Daphne declared. That made Y/n's cheeks heat. Draco and the rest of the friend group burst out laughing.
~
It was finally the day of the final Hogwarts feast. Y/n didn't ever think, at 11 years old, it was going to end like this. In 7 years, she had learnt so much more than most people learnt in their lifetime.
"Pans, Blaise." Y/n opened the door of the Black's seaside house to invite Pansy and Blaise in.
Pansy and Blaise were both dressed in formal clothing as they hugged Y/n. She was wearing a deep green dress that matched Draco's suit's tie.
"You look lovely." Pansy complimented her.
"Pansy, look at you!" Y/n returned the compliment, instructing Pansy to do a spin of her silver dress.
"Are we ready to go?" Draco asked, walking down the stairs. He was in a full black suit aside from his green tie. He bro-hugged Blaise and gave Pansy a hug before wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist.
Y/n nodded. "Let's do it."
Y/n hadn't seen how destructed Hogwarts was, but it now looked just like when she left. She couldn't help but feel sad at the tragedy that had occurred a month ago.
"It's odd being back," Pansy spoke what they were all thinking. Everyone gave her a nod of agreement.
The two couples walked into the great hall, hand in hand. Everyone was surprised to see Y/n. They still had no explanation for why she was gone.
Naturally, Y/n's eyes met her brother. She noticed how faded his lightning-bold scar looked. But she didn't go over to him, she just went to her house table.
McGonagall spoke, about the losses they had faced and how good always won in the end. Her speech was inspiring. Everyone was still distraught about the battle, it was evident on their faces.
They ate, laughing at their tables as the sky fell dark. Y/n had missed being at Hogwarts, it was like home to her. The couple finally made their way through the castle to go home when it was late.
"Y/n!" That was a voice she hadn't expected to hear. She hadn't heard him say her name in years. Harry. His voice was much deeper now.
Y/n stopped in her tracks, quickly turned around to look at him. She still looked like she remembered. "Hi." She greeted him, awkwardly rocking on her feet.
"I'll give you a moment," Draco mentioned, unlacing his hand with Y/n's and walking off.
Now, neither of them knew what to say. They were family but so disconnected.
"How are you?" Harry finally asked.
Y/n softly smiled. "I'm alright. And you?"
"Good." Harry stuttered. Silence fell again. "I'm so sorry." He blurted out. "I never should have said the things I did in 4th year. I was so angry about what Malfoy was saying and I couldn't believe it."
Y/n nodded. "I know, Harry, you don't need to explain it or be sorry."
"No, I do. I shouldn't have refused to talk to you for 3 years. It was childish and hurt you." Harry insisted. It made Y/n feel like the weight was off her shoulders. A weight she had been hauling for years. "I looked for you when I left Hogwarts for a whole year."
That was new information but it warmed Y/n's heart. "Harry, I had no idea." She replied, tears swelling in her eyes. "Narcissa told me you asked about me."
"I felt the worst I had ever felt. I was immature, and mum and dad would have been disappointed." Harry admitted.
Y/n shook her head, finally letting the tears fall at the thought of her parents. "Harry, no, please. They would be so proud of you for everything. I'm so sorry about everything I said as well. I just need to know if you hate me." She begged, looking into his matching eyes.
"I never hated you, not for a minute. I was mad but I was also stupid and prejudice." Harry told her, finally allowing her to relax. Y/n pulled him in for a hug without thinking about it. "I missed you so much." Harry was sobbing too, hot tears on Y/n's back.
"I missed you too. Ron and Hermione and the Weasley's too." Y/n told him, pulling back. "Would you maybe want to hang out sometime. Talk?"
Harry couldn't nod quick enough. "Yes, please. I'd really like that. We've missed a lot of time."
Y/n pulled him back in for another hug. It was like the two puzzle pieces were finally together. The part of her heart that was missing was now filled.
"Is your scar okay?" Y/n asked, running her left forefinger over Harry's forehead.
Harry nodded, glancing up at her finger. He noticed the ring. Harry grabbed Y/n's hand, examining it in front of her. "Oh my." He exclaimed.
"Please don't be mad." Y/n winced, breath shortening.
"No, not at all," Harry told her. "I just want to be a part of your life. Draco's as well." He told her honestly. Y/n had never felt better than she did right then.
"Thank you," Y/n told him. "Are you with Ginny?" She couldn't help but ask.
Harry smiled as he nodded. "Yeah. This ring is phenomenal though." Harry mentioned, smiling as he met Y/n's eyes.
"I know." Y/n agreed a giddy smile on her face.
Today just might have been the best day of her life. She had a twin brother she spoke to and an amazing fiancee. Life was perfect.
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