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princessaxoxo · 6 months

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Hopelessly Devoted

Charles Brandon

Forbidden Love

Summary: Falling for Charles surprised you. The only problem? You are forbidden.

Warnings: 18+ Only, NSFW, fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, oral (f recieving)

Word count: 1.7K+

A couple of months earlier.

As your mother adjusted your corset, you let out a loud "Ow!" You saw her roll her eyes in the mirror. She believed that your complaints were excessive. "Stop being whiny." You scoffed at her comment. "No man likes that," she said to you. "There will be eligible men at the ball tonight; you won't complain; you'll just smile and dance with every man who asks. Is that clear to you?" Now it was your chance to sneer. You remarked cynically, "I can't wait.”

The layering of your dress began. Each one heavier than the last.

After you were done, you looked in the mirror at yourself. You did look stunning; the color and sequins of your dress complemented your skin tone well. Your hair fell in two halves, one flowing down your back and the other over your shoulder in divided waves.

Your mother sharply remarked, "We need to start on our way." She then approached you and took an overall glance at you. With pride, she said, "You'll find a suitor tonight." Your mother describes you as 'young and ready to be bred;' her only concern was finding you a spouse. You offered her a fraudulent smile and hoped no man would pay you any attention tonight.

Charles kept a watchful eye on every woman present in the room. He was more drawn to some ladies than others, whom he was just interested in having sex with. but none for matrimony. Until you entered his field of vision, that is. "Did you notice someone?" Charles heard Henry's question. Yes, without a doubt, was the response. He noticed your phony smile that you offer everyone in the room and how bored you appear to be when no one is looking.

“Who may she be?” Charles nodded towards you.

“That is Y/n Howard. Her father is Thomas Howard, Duke of Norfolk. We've spoken before; she comes across as a little pretentious.” Henry commented. That didn’t interest Charles; the only thing at the moment that interested him was meeting you. He said his farewell to Henry for the time being and made his way in your direction.

Your face was turned to the side when your mother whispered in your ear. “Be polite, Charles Brandon. The 1st Duke of Suffolk is approaching.” Breathing deeply, you forced yourself to smile as widely as possible once more. He was standing before your parents when you turned to face him.

His voice went unnoticed by you as you took him in. His hair, which lay on top of his head, was a chocolate color and was slicked back. With tiny waves begging to break free. Even though he was talking to your parents, his blue eyes were gazing at each and every inch of you.

Your eyes, which dared go further south, had a mind of their own.

For such a formal occasion, he wore black. Your eyebrows creased in confusion at that—such a depressing color, you thought to yourself.

You snapped out of your reverie as you felt your mother tug on you. Charles held out his hand to accept it. He met your hand with a kiss and remarked, "Lady y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." A blush appeared on your face naturally. In your stomach, butterflies were circling. The way he made you feel with just his greeting was childlike.

The first man you wanted to talk to that day was Charles, but your father forbade it from happening. You weren't sure what was said, but you were upset as you watched your father and Charles leave together.

"Charles is not the man for you," your father told you as soon as he returned. “Understand that I won't let you see him." Although on the exterior you agreed with your father, you stared past him and met Charles' gaze, his eyes telling you what he couldn’t say out loud.

You two would see each other regardless.

Present Day

When you walked alone in the castle hall, Charles passed you. Your hands and his brushed against one another.

He stopped and looked around, making sure no one was around before he grabbed you and kissed you. Charles took you by surprise. When he released your lips, you laughed, and he hummed in satisfaction. “Hey, baby.”

"Hey, you." Anxiety crept in as you turned to glance around. He turned your face and tilted your chin up to look at him. He comforted you, saying, "I already checked that no one is near." That calmed you.

"Will you be stopping by this evening?" you asked. "Obviously, keep in mind that I'll knock three times." You grinned eagerly, anticipating the evening ahead.

“Now quickly give me a big kiss."

You pulled him close by putting your arms around his neck. His tongue skimmed over your lips. His tongue swirled with yours as you parted lips.

His lips were incredibly soft and full, and the kisses he gave were sweet as ever. "Gosh, you gave me something extra to look forward to tonight," he remarked, pulling himself away. Charles leaned in close to you. "I love you, and I'll see you tonight."

As soon as you heard the three knocks on your door, you sprang out of bed.

Charles smiled as he said, “I’m here, baby,” and crept into your chambers.

Taking off one article of clothing at a time, Charles began to feel more comfortable.

You were dressed in your nightgown as your long, wavy hair flowed down your back. The candles that lit your chamber appeared to heat up even more when he touched your skin. You stroked your fingertips over Charles's chest when he pulled you in for a kiss, and his chest hair easily slid between your fingers.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Charles said this to you in awe.

His touch was gentle as he undid the tie that was in the middle of your nightgown and brought down the sleeves. Your nightgown fell to the floor, exposing your body to him. He looked at you with admiration.

Hugging you tightly, his muscular arms reached down, grasped your thighs with his large hands, and lifted you up. Charles brought you both to your bed, and once you were settled there, he started giving you gentle kisses down your throat.

His tongue swirled around your nipples, nibbling, sucking, and licking relentlessly. Your head was thrown back in pleasure while your hands were in his hair, roaming. One of his hands skimmed down your body. You felt it as two of his fingers slid through your folds. He removed his mouth from your nipples and looked to see how wet you were.

“Shit, love.” He looked at how your natural juices glowed from the candles. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them. “You’re so delicious, honey."

He returned his fingers to their previous place, getting them coaxed before entering two of his digits inside your cunt. “Oh,” you mewled out. He dragged his fingers agonizingly slowly in and out of you.

“Charles, faster, please," you begged him. His devious grin showed, and he picked up his pace. “Mhmm, yes. Just like that."

He saw how your expressions changed as you approached your orgasm. Charles sensed that you were about to arrive as your walls constricted around his fingertips. "My good girl, coming all over my fingers."

"Love, turn around on your stomach."

He grasped your hips to raise your ass when you were flipped over. With a bending posture, he murmured in your ear. "Keep your eyes on the mirror." He gestured to the mirror in your room's corner. "Watch as I fuck you, how I make love to your pussy."

Charles grasped his cock and slid it through your folds before he entered you, his cock stretching you. He leaned forward again and grabbed your chin to turn your head. “Look at the mirror.” His tone became more serious.

He accelerated his movements while his strong hands gripped your hips. There was a slapping sound as his testicles and hips snapped against your flesh. You sighed, "Oh my god, baby..." Your hair started to fall in front of your face and became untidy. Your neck retracted as Charles pulled on your long hair around his wrist.

His concentration was evident on his face. You could see the perspiration that had accumulated on his body thanks to the candles that lit your chamber. He put his hand up in the air and smacked your cheek hard. "Ah!" You gave voice to a shriek that became a moan.

Charles could spend all of eternity watching himself enter and exit your pussy. That hardened him even more. He constantly thought about how much he loved you and that having your pussy was a plus. The only one that actually molded well with him was yours. He thought yours was made specifically for him.

He grunted between gritted teeth, "You feel so fucking good. Taking all of me." A deep groan escaped Charles's lips.

By accident, you closed your eyes because Charles was fucking you so hard. the delight possessing your body. When you opened them up again, Charles was staring at you with a lustful expression. "Baby, you look so hot," you meekly said to him. "Fucking me so so good."

His hand sneakily reached around your body and began to rub small circles on your clit. Your mouth dropped open. “Oh god.” Your fists gripped your sheets. You began to repeat ‘I love you’ at him as you felt yourself coming on his cock.

He started to shake his head. Pulling away from you, I said, "Fuck, I need to taste you." He lowered himself to his knees and started licking your come. Before he stood back up and thrust his way back into your pussy, he sucked and licked at your pussy as if you were his last meal, and he was a starving man.

Charles could feel his orgasm building. Your skin is pricked by his fingernails. As his seed filled you, he growled loudly, "Fuck." Before taking his cock out of you and letting go of your hair, he gave you a couple more slow thrusts. Afterward, he kissed your shoulder.

He stretched out on your bed and welcomed you in. You lay close to him, and he kissed your forehead and said, "Marry me.”

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airyravenmaid · 1 month

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As someone who's been secretly teetering around the SAGAU (that's "Self-Aware Genshin AU" for those who aren't aware 🥁) tag and works while thoroughly enjoying a lot of them, I think today's finally the day I put my own two cents in on it. Particularly, my two cents about how a certain redheaded owl stud would act in that verse. By all means, no hate to anybody who's written him any differently in their SAGAU stuff-- we're all here to have fun and junk; this is just how I personally think he'd be. You are free to disagree with any and everything I have to say under the cut, but I will have no badmouthing or the like.

Being perfectly honest, I haven't really seen much of Diluc in a ton of SAGAU works outside of him either being part of the "get the 'Imposter'" mob or individually attacking us if he comes across us solo and isn't in the know that we the reader are the real deal. Basically, he's more or less just kinda lumped in with the other highly devoted followers of the Creator without really standing out much in the plot. And, nothing particularly wrong with that, no, no, no, but here's where my hee-ho funny hot take comes in:

I don't actually think Diluc would really worship the Creator. In fact, I don't think he'd even like us at first. *Sojiro voice* Let me explain!

Diluc Ragnvindr is, in every sense of the word, a disenchanted young man. Now, we know he wasn't born as such, but we have the Knights of Favonius disgracing Crepus' death while the wound was still fresh and the falling out between Diluc and Kaeya upon the latter's revelation as a Khaenri'ahn spy to blame for that. Blah, blah, blah, that's right, we heard the story, over and over again, so, where does this tie into my personal interpretation of his thoughts on the Creator, you may ask? Well!

In the happier, more idealistic years before all hell broke loose on his 18th birthday, Diluc most likely did worship and revere the Creator per his upbringing since I think Crepus also worshipped them like a good chunk of Mondstadt does. No problems there. But, where was the "all-powerful, ever-benevolent" God of Teyvat when he'd lost his father and brother on that same, horrible night in different ways? What did they do when the Knights of Favonius openly spat on his father's name just to save their undeserved reputation? What did they give him during that four-year suicide mission he spent indiscriminately hunting Fatui agents before promptly getting the ban of a lifetime from the entire Nation of Cryo?

Nowhere, nothing, and radio silence.

Just another unreliable let-down added to the list, and another knife to his back.

(Imposter AU-wise) So, come present day, when the Great Big Phony™ drops and takes a throne that very much does not belong to them, everybody's over the moon and pulling out all the stops for their beloved God... except Diluc. Now, he's not so stupid that he openly badmouths the apparent Creator since that would get him some pretty unpleasant looks and land him in rather hot water, so instead, he shows no open reaction while rolling his eyes and scoffing at them wherever people can't see or hear. And, if we're going with the traditional portrayal of the Imposter being an uncaring tyrant, his already diminished opinion of the Creator's image is only further soured. He does nothing to damper or criticize anybody's faith since it's far from his place to, but they certainly won't see him joining in any day of the week, either.

And then comes the "Imposter", who's actually the true Creator that's been jiffy-popped into Genshin's world from the real one. Now, while he thinks it's beyond ridiculous that the people of Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius (though, not as much surprise for the latter-- always so inefficient...) find it just to hunt down and torture somebody solely for looking like the Creator especially since nobody in town gives a shit that Venti and Barbatos look disturbingly alike for reasons only he (plus Jean and maybe Kaeya, if his Hangout implies anything) knows without actually presenting themselves as an active threat to humanity like, say, the Abyss Order or the Fatui, Diluc still can't help but secretly hand it to the alleged Imposter for being the first to have the guts to knock that "divine do-nothing" down a peg in some way, even if it is considered quite the risky move.

Should he encounter us while we're running for our lives worse for the wear for the above reason (and truly confirming that we mean no real harm and are just a victim of very unfortunate circumstance), Diluc is open to helping us get away safely under the radar and giving false info to the KoF like he did in his Story Quest since getting caught helping Teyvat's most wanted by the mob would not end well for him, either. And, he's pretty amicable when patching us up... but then he sees the dried gold blood and scars all over our body and realizes exactly who we really are. No, he doesn't do a full 180 and start blastin', but Diluc sure is now a lot colder towards us than he already is in general. Still helps us out, but we can taste the sudden mood drop. At some point, we discover his resent towards us for (from his perspective; can't exactly explain that we didn't actually make any of the characters' backstories since we're not HoYoverse and whatnot bc that wouldn't make sense to anyone in Genshin within the confines of the Creator!Reader AU without us sounding completely crazy) being seemingly nowhere to be seen around his and others' suffering despite being the God of All Gods capable of doing literally anything to help it, but simply choosing not to. Even if the Reader rightfully says they didn't do anything, Diluc's cold rebuttal is something along the lines of "No. You didn't.", and it's not the least bit reassuring.

If he were to stick around with us a bit longer during our escape from Mondstadt/whirlwind journey, then Diluc would come to understand that we really weren't as in control of everything bad happening to him or the world as he initially believed, especially if in his misguided blaming, it causes Reader to develop one HELL of a guilt complex feeling like they are responsible for fixing everything if it means putting an end to all the nonsense and abuse some of their once-beloved characters/acolytes are putting them through. Granted, the actual Imposter does have to be stopped and dethroned for all the shit they're pulling, but that's really all that falls on us as the unfortunate hero.

Other than that condition, though, we basically have someone that's thankfully not looking to hunt us down for absurd reasons and even helps us in our need, but at the same time curses us for letting him and many others down by not acting in some way when it mattered most.

#SAGAU #Genshin SAGAU #SAGAU Diluc #Imposter AU #SAGAU x Reader #(Had to rewrite this bc I accidentally deleted it; gdi)#idk if I should tag this as specific character x reader bc it's rly not #Just me brainstorming and junk for better wording #And again; merely my personal interpretation; it is not meant to discredit or diss any other ones

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tinylittleobsessions · 10 months

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What if "Hogwarts Legacy" characters took the MBTI test?

Okay, this is something I do in this blog: whenever I obsess with a new story, I try and imagine what personality type would each character get on the MBTI test. It's silly, I know, haha - but I LOVE character study and discussing character personalities in detail; that's why I love writing this kind of post. So OF COURSE I had to do it with Hogwarts Legacy characters!

If you don't know this test, it's a personality test based on a theory written by Carl Gustav Jung that divides people in 16 different types of personalities. The personalities are defined by different combinations of letters that represent specific aspects of our behaviour and way of thinking: "I" for "Introverted", for example, "T" for "Thinking", "J" for "Judging", and so it goes. This way, your result will be something like "ENTJ", or "ISFP". This test is not universally accepted as scientific, true or correct, BUT I think it's a lot of fun. If you don't know your MBTI yet, you can take the test here.

Of course, this is heavily based on headcanon. Especially in the case of this game, I feel there are characters we barely know anything about - all we "know" is actually headcanon. 🤣 But I also think those headcanons are pretty much "accepted" by biggest part of the fandom, so hopefully you'll understand why I classified each one of them the way I did. I tried to focus on the students, but, when I couldn't find any student that would fit an specific personality type, I resorted to the other characters (Hogwarts staff, Hogsmeade, etc).

So, let's try this. Let me know what you think, please! 💚

THE ANALYSTS

OMINIS GAUNT: The Architect (INTJ) - Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging

Thoughtful. Their inner world is a private, complex one

Love perfecting the details of life, applying creativity and rationality to everything they do. Their minds are never at rest

Pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy

May be cynical about human nature more generally, assuming that most people are lazy, unimaginative, or simply doomed to mediocrity

They question everything and prefer to make their own discoveries. In their quest to find better ways of doing things, they aren’t afraid to break the rules or risk disapproval: in fact, they rather enjoy it (and Heaven help anyone who tries to slow them down by enforcing pointless rules or offering poorly thought-out criticism)

They don't mind acting alone, perhaps because they don't like waiting around for others to catch up with them. They also generally prefer making decisions without asking for anyone else's input. At times, this lone-wolf behavior can come across as insensitive, as it fails to take into consideration other people's thoughts, desires, and plans

Because Architects value truth and depth, many common social practices - from small talk to white lies - may seem pointless or downright stupid to them. It would be a mistake, however, to view Architects as uncaring. These personalities feel deeply: when things go wrong or when they hurt others, Architects are personally affected and spend much time and energy trying to figure out why things happened the way that they did

Architects can be single-minded, with little patience for frivolity, distractions, or idle gossip. That said, they're far from dull or humorless. Many Architects are known for their irreverent wit, and beneath their serious exteriors, they often have a sharp, delightfully sarcastic sense of humor

ELEAZAR FIG: The Logician (INTP) - Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Prospecting

Logicians often lose themselves in thought - which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. People with this personality type hardly ever stop thinking, 'cause they can’t help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe

Logicians are Introverts and tend to get tired out by extensive socializing. After a long day, they crave time alone to consult their own thoughts. But when they connect with someone who can match their mental energy, these personalities absolutely light up, leaping from one thought to another. Few things energize them like the opportunity to swap ideas or enjoy a lively debate with another curious, inquiring soul.

They love to analyze patterns. Without necessarily knowing how they do it, people with this personality type often have a Sherlock Holmes-like knack for spotting discrepancies and irregularities. When it comes to dissecting a tricky, multilayered problem and coming up with a creative solution, few personality types can match Logicians’ creative genius and potential.

The "analysis paralysis" can affect multiple areas of Logicians' lives. People with this personality type can overthink even the smallest of decisions.

IMELDA REYES: The Commander (ENTJ) - Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging

People with this personality type embody the gift of confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. However, Commanders are also characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they've set for themselves.

If there's anything Commanders love, it's a good challenge, big or small, and they firmly believe that given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal. This quality makes people with the Commander personality type brilliant entrepreneurs, and their ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of their plans with determination and precision makes them powerful business leaders.

At the negotiating table, Commanders are dominant, relentless, and unforgiving. This isn't because they are coldhearted or vicious per se - it’s more that Commander personalities genuinely enjoy the challenge, the battle of wits, the repartee that comes from this environment, and if the other side can’t keep up, that’s no reason for Commanders to fold on their own core tenet of ultimate victory.

The underlying thought running through the Commander mind might be something like "I don’t care if you call me an insensitive b*tch, as long as I remain an efficient b*tch".

If there’s anyone Commanders respect, it’s someone who is able to stand up to them intellectually, who is able to act with a precision and quality equal to their own. Commander personalities have a particular skill in recognizing the talents of others, and this helps in their team-building efforts

To people with the Commander personality type, emotional displays are displays of weakness, and it’s easy to make enemies with this approach. Especially in a professional environment, Commanders will simply crush the sensitivities of those they view as inefficient, incompetent or lazy

EVERETT CLOPTON*: The Debater (ENTP) - Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Prospecting

Quick-witted and audacious, Debaters aren't afraid to disagree with the status quo. In fact, they're not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone. Few things light up people with this personality type more than a bit of verbal sparring - and if the conversation veers into controversial terrain, so much the better.

It would be a mistake, though, to think of Debaters as disagreeable or mean-spirited. Instead, people with this personality type are knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor, and they can be incredibly entertaining. They simply have an offbeat, contrarian idea of fun - one that involves a healthy dose of spirited debate. They are respected for their vision, confidence, knowledge, and keen sense of humor

For this personality type, no belief is too sacred to be questioned, no idea is too fundamental to be scrutinized, and no rule is too important to be broken, or at least thoroughly tested.

As Debaters see it, most people are too ready to do as they’re told and blindly conform to social norms, pressures, and standards. Debaters enjoy the mental exercise of questioning the prevailing mode of thought, and they take a certain pleasure in uncovering the value of underdogs and outliers. Their active minds can’t help but rethink the things that everyone else takes for granted and push them in clever new directions.

*this was a very hard one. I ended up deciding for Everett because his most important interaction with MC in the game is basically telling them to break the rules and try something different, lol (and because I think this personality type is very Ravenclaw-like). But I confess I was VERY tempted to choose Peeves for this one, lol

THE DIPLOMATS

NATSAI ONAI: The Advocate (INFJ) - Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging

Idealistic and principled, they aren’t content to coast through life – they want to stand up and make a difference. For Advocate personalities, success doesn’t come from money or status but from seeking fulfillment, helping others, and being a force for good in the world. Their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things.

While they have lofty goals and ambitions, Advocates shouldn’t be mistaken for idle dreamers. People with this personality type care about integrity, and they’re rarely satisfied until they’ve done what they know to be right. Conscientious to the core, they move through life with a clear sense of their values, and they aim never to lose sight of what truly matters – not according to other people or society at large, but according to their own wisdom and intuition.

Advocates are troubled by injustice, and they typically care more about altruism than personal gain. They often feel called to use their strengths – including creativity, imagination, and sensitivity – to uplift others and spread compassion. Many Advocates see helping others as their mission in life, and they’re always looking for ways to step in and speak up for what is right. People with this personality type also aspire to fix society’s deeper problems, in the hope that unfairness and hardship can become things of the past.

Advocates may be Introverted, but they value deep, authentic relationships with others. Few things bring these personalities as much joy as truly knowing another person – and being known in return. Advocates enjoy meaningful conversations far more than small talk, and they tend to communicate in a way that is warm and sensitive. This emotional honesty and insight can make a powerful impression on the people around them.

MIRABEL GARLICK: The Mediator (INFP) - Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Prospecting

Mediators have vibrant, passionate inner lives. Creative and imaginative, they happily lose themselves in daydreams, inventing all sorts of stories and conversations in their minds. These personalities are known for their sensitivity - Mediators can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them.

Mediators share a sincere curiosity about the depths of human nature. Introspective to the core, they’re exquisitely attuned to their own thoughts and feelings, but they yearn to understand the people around them as well. Mediators are compassionate and nonjudgmental, always willing to hear another person’s story. When someone opens up to them or turns to them for comfort, they feel honored to listen and be of help.

Few things make Mediators more uneasy than pretending to be someone they aren’t. With their sensitivity and their commitment to authenticity, people with this personality type tend to crave opportunities for creative self-expression. They can’t help but muse about the meaning and purpose of life, dreaming up all sorts of stories, ideas, and possibilities along the way.

Like flowers in the spring, Mediators’ creativity and idealism can bloom even after the darkest of seasons. Although they know the world will never be perfect, Mediators still care about making it better however they can. This quiet belief in doing the right thing may explain why these personalities so often inspire compassion, kindness, and beauty wherever they go.

SIRONA RYAN*: The Protagonist (ENFJ) - Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging

Thoughtful and idealistic, these personality types strive to have a positive impact on other people and the world around them. They rarely shy away from an opportunity to do the right thing, even when doing so is far from easy.

Protagonists are born leaders: their passion and charisma allow them to inspire others not just in their careers but in every arena of their lives, including their relationships. Few things bring Protagonists a deeper sense of joy and fulfillment than guiding friends and loved ones to grow into their best selves.

They tend to be vocal about their values, including authenticity and altruism. When something strikes them as unjust or wrong, they speak up. But they rarely come across as brash or pushy, as their sensitivity and insight guide them to speak in ways that resonate with others.

These personality types have an uncanny ability to pick up on people’s underlying motivations and beliefs. At times, they may not even understand how they come to grasp another person’s mind and heart so quickly. These flashes of insight can make Protagonists incredibly persuasive and inspiring communicators.

Protagonists are genuine, caring people who talk the talk and walk the walk. Nothing makes them happier than motivating other people to do what’s right.

*I know it’s a bit ironic that Sirona gets “The Protagonist” when she’s a tertiary character, hahaha. But I really see her as a very important member in the Hogsmeade community; seen as a leader figure by some. We have a lot of “if Sirona trusts them, I trust them too” moments in the game. So, that’s why.

POPPY SWEETING: The Campaigner (ENFP) - Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Prospecting

Campaigners are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded. With their lively, upbeat approach to life, they stand out in any crowd. But even though they can be the life of the party, Campaigners don’t just care about having a good time. These personality types run deep - as does their longing for meaningful, emotional connections with other people.

Friendly and outgoing, Campaigners are devoted to enriching their relationships and their social lives. But beneath their sociable, easygoing exteriors, they have rich, vibrant inner lives as well. Without a healthy dose of imagination, creativity, and curiosity, a Campaigner simply wouldn’t be a Campaigner. These personalities believe that everything and everyone is connected, and they live for the glimmers of insight that they can gain into these connections.

They are independent and creative, always on the lookout for the magic and meaning in everyday life. Campaigner personalities are capable of intense thought and feeling - and also of kicking back and having a good time.

Even in moments of fun, Campaigners want to connect emotionally with others. Few things matter more to these personality types than having genuine, heartfelt conversations with the people they cherish. Campaigners believe that everyone deserves to express their feelings, and their empathy and warmth create spaces where even the most timid spirits can feel comfortable opening up.

THE SENTINELS

DADDY AESOP SHARP*: The Logistician (ISTJ) - Introverted, Observant, Thinking, and Judging

These people tend to be reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life. They pride themselves on their integrity, compose their actions carefully and carry them out with methodical purpose. People with this personality type mean what they say, and when they commit to doing something, they make sure to follow through.

People with this personality type believe that there is a right way to proceed in any situation – and that anyone who pretends otherwise is probably trying to bend the rules to suit their own purposes. Logisticians have a deep respect for structure and tradition, and they are often drawn to organizations, workplaces, and educational settings that offer clear hierarchies and expectations.

People with the Logistician personality type rarely hesitate to take responsibility for their actions and choices. Generally speaking, they are quick to own up to their own mistakes, admitting the truth even if it doesn’t make them look good. To Logisticians, honesty is far more important than showmanship, and they’d rather satisfy their own conscience than lie to impress someone else.

At times, Logisticians might unfairly misjudge people who can’t match their rigorous self-control. Even if Logisticians don’t speak these judgments aloud, their disdain can come through regardless, earning them a reputation for being somewhat strict or unempathetic.

*the description of this personality type seems very fitting for an ex-auror to me haha

ANNE SALLOW: The Defender (ISFJ) - Introverted, Observant, Feeling, and Judging

In their unassuming, understated way, Defenders help make the world go round. Hardworking and devoted, people with this personality type feel a deep sense of responsibility to those around them. Defenders can be counted on to meet deadlines, remember birthdays and special occasions, and shower their loved ones with gestures of care and support. But they rarely demand recognition for all that they do, preferring instead to operate behind the scenes.

Though sensitive and caring, Defenders also have excellent analytical abilities and an eye for detail. And despite their reserve, they tend to have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships. They are true altruists, meeting kindness with kindness and engaging with the work and people they believe in with enthusiasm and generosity.

Among Defenders’ most distinctive traits is loyalty. Rare is the Defender who allows a friendship or relationship to fade away from lack of effort. People with this personality type are known for dropping everything and lending a hand whenever a friend or family member is going through a hard time. Defenders’ sense of loyalty doesn’t stop with their nearest and dearest - it often extends to their communities, their employers, and even family traditions.

For Defenders, “good enough” is rarely good enough. People with this personality type can be meticulous to the point of perfectionism. They take their responsibilities personally, consistently going above and beyond and doing everything that they can to exceed others’ expectations. Even then, they are known for their humility, and they rarely seek the spotlight.

Defenders have a deeply social nature. Thanks to their ability to remember the details of other people’s lives, Defenders have a special talent for making their friends and acquaintances feel seen, known, and cherished.

DINAH HECAT: The Executive (ESTJ) - Extraverted, Observant, Thinking, and Judging

Executives are representatives of tradition and order, utilizing their understanding of what is right, wrong and socially acceptable to bring families and communities together. Embracing the values of honesty, dedication and dignity, people with the Executive personality type are valued for their clear advice and guidance, and they happily lead the way on difficult paths.

Strong believers in the rule of law and authority that must be earned, Executive personalities lead by example, demonstrating dedication and purposeful honesty, and an utter rejection of laziness and cheating, especially in work.

Executives are aware of their surroundings and live in a world of clear, verifiable facts - the surety of their knowledge means that even against heavy resistance, they stick to their principles and push an unclouded vision of what is and is not acceptable. Their opinions aren’t just empty talk either, as Executives are more than willing to dive into the most challenging projects, improving action plans and sorting details along the way, making even the most complicated tasks seem easy and approachable.

MATILDA WEASLEY: The Consul (ESFJ) - Extraverted, Observant, Feeling, and Judging

They are attentive and people-focused, and they enjoy taking part in their social community. Their achievements are guided by decisive values, and they willingly offer guidance to others. People with this personality type form the bedrock of many communities, opening their homes – and their hearts – to friends, loved ones, and neighbors.

Consuls do believe in the power of hospitality and good manners, and they tend to feel a sense of duty to those around them. Generous and reliable, people with this personality type often take it upon themselves to hold their families and their communities together. They have a talent for making the people in their lives feel supported, cared for, and secure.

Consuls are altruists. They take seriously their responsibilities to give back, serve others, and do the right thing. And Consuls believe that there is a clear right thing to do in nearly every situation. While some personality types adopt a more lenient, live-and-let-live attitude, Consuls may find it difficult not to judge when someone takes a path that strikes them as misguided. They have a clear moral compass.

Consuls rarely miss a birthday or holiday. Devoted to their relationships, they commit even the smallest details of their friends’ and loved ones’ lives to memory. Loyal to the core, they build lasting relationships, and they can be counted on to show up whenever a helping hand - or a listening ear - is needed. They put a great deal of energy into making other people feel special and celebrated, and they may take it personally when someone doesn’t seem to appreciate their efforts.

For many people with the Consul personality type, one of life’s greatest challenges is accepting that they can’t control anyone else’s thoughts or behavior - not even those who are nearest and dearest to them.

THE EXPLORERS

AMIT THAKKAR: The Virtuoso (ISTP) - Introverted, Observant, Thinking, and Prospecting

They tend to have an individualistic mindset, pursuing goals without needing much external connection. They engage in life with inquisitiveness and personal skill, varying their approach as needed. They love to explore with their hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.

Virtuosos explore ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error and first-hand experience. They enjoy having other people take an interest in their projects and sometimes don’t even mind them getting into their space. They enjoy lending a hand and sharing their experience, especially with the people they care about.

Virtuosos are actually quite enigmatic. Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused, Virtuoso personalities can be a challenge to predict, even by their friends and loved ones.

The biggest issue Virtuosos are likely to face is that they often act too soon, taking for granted their permissive nature and assuming that others are the same. They’ll be the first to tell an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone else’s project, roughhouse and play around, or suddenly change their plans because something more interesting came up.

ABRAHAM RONEN: The Adventurer (ISFP) - Introverted, Observant, Feeling, and Prospecting

Adventurers are true artists – although not necessarily in the conventional sense. For this personality type, life itself is a canvas for self-expression. From what they wear to how they spend their free time, Adventurers act in ways that vividly reflect who they are as unique individuals.

Driven by curiosity and eager to try new things, people with this personality often have a fascinating array of passions and interests. With their exploratory spirits and their ability to find joy in everyday life, Adventurers can be among the most interesting people you’ll ever meet. The irony? Unassuming and humble, Adventurers tend to see themselves as “just doing their own thing,” so they may not even realize how remarkable they really are.

Adventurers embrace a flexible, adaptable approach to life. Some personality types thrive on strict schedules and routines, but not Adventurers. They take each day as it comes, doing what feels right to them in the moment. And they make sure to leave plenty of room in their lives for the unexpected - with the result that many of their most cherished memories are of spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment outings and adventures, whether by themselves or with their loved ones.

This flexible mindset makes Adventurers remarkably tolerant and open-minded. These personalities genuinely love living in a world filled with all kinds of people - even people who disagree with them or choose radically different lifestyles. It’s no surprise, then, that Adventurers are unusually open to changing their minds and rethinking their opinions. If any personality type believes in giving something (or someone) a second chance, it’s Adventurers.

In their relationships, Adventurers are warm, friendly, and caring, taking wholehearted enjoyment in the company of their nearest and dearest. But make no mistake: this is an Introverted personality type, meaning that Adventurers need dedicated alone time to recharge their energy after socializing with others. This alone time is what allows Adventurers to reestablish a sense of their own identity - in other words, to reconnect with who they truly are.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: The Entrepreneur (ESTP) - Extraverted, Observant, Thinking, and Prospecting

Entrepreneurs always have an impact on their immediate surroundings. Laughing and entertaining with a blunt humor, Entrepreneur personalities love to be the center of attention. They keep their conversations energetic, with a good dose of intelligence.

Entrepreneurs are the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior. They live in the moment and dive into the action - they are the eye of the storm. Entrepreneurs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses. They are good making critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.

To Entrepreneurs, it makes more sense to use their own moral compass than someone else’s: rules were made to be broken. This is a sentiment few high school instructors or corporate supervisors are likely to share, and can earn Entrepreneur personalities a certain reputation. But if they minimize the trouble-making, harness their energy, and focus through the boring stuff, Entrepreneurs are a force to be reckoned with.

With perhaps the most perceptive, unfiltered view of any type, Entrepreneurs have a unique skill in noticing small changes. Whether a shift in facial expression, a new clothing style, or a broken habit, people with this personality type pick up on hidden thoughts and motives where most types would be lucky to pick up anything specific at all. They use these observations immediately, calling out the change and asking questions, often with little regard for sensitivity

They are full of passion and energy, complemented by a rational mind. Inspiring and convincing, they are natural group leaders, pulling everyone along the path less traveled, bringing excitement everywhere they go. But they enjoy the drama, the passion, the pleasure: if they aren’t careful, they may get too caught in the moment, take things too far, and run roughshod over more sensitive people - or forget to take care of their own health and safety.

GARRETH WEASLEY: The Entertainer (ESFP) - Extraverted, Observant, Feeling, and Prospecting

These people love vibrant experiences, engaging in life eagerly and taking pleasure in discovering the unknown. They can be very social, often encouraging others into shared activities. Entertainers get caught up in the excitement of the moment, and want everyone else to feel that way, too. No other personality type is as generous with their time and energy as Entertainers when it comes to encouraging others, and no other personality type does it with such irresistible style.

Utterly social, Entertainers enjoy the simplest things, and there’s no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends. They love the spotlight, and all the world’s a stage.

Though it may not always seem like it, Entertainers know that it’s not all about them - they are observant, and very sensitive to others’ emotions. People with this personality type are often the first to help someone talk out a challenging problem, happily providing emotional support and practical advice. However, if the problem is about them, Entertainers are more likely to avoid a conflict altogether than to address it head-on. They usually love a little drama and passion, but not so much when they are the focus of the criticisms it can bring.

Entertainers recognize value and quality, which on its own is a fine trait. They also have the strongest aesthetic sense of any personality type: knowing what’s attractive the moment they see it, Entertainers aren’t afraid to change their surroundings to reflect their personal style. Entertainers are naturally curious, exploring new designs and styles with ease.

They are welcome wherever there’s a need for laughter, playfulness, and a volunteer to try something new and fun - and there’s no greater joy for Entertainer personalities than to bring everyone else along for the ride. Entertainers can chat for hours, sometimes about anything but the topic they meant to talk about, and share their loved ones’ emotions through good times and bad.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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The Christmas Rumble

“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!”

The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you.

Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”

“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!”

It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.

“Kokushibo!”

“Noooo!”

Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon.

“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”

Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.

“Master…please.”

“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”

A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you.

“(Y/n)...”

“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”

“What about me (Y/n)!?”

Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did.

“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”

“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”

The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.

“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”

“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”

“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”

“It?! Why you selfish little b–”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”

You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.

“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”

“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”

“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”

“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”

You tried again, “Zohakuten…”

“Shut up!”

“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.

“I’m higher than you!”

“So? You can barely reach the table now.”

He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.

“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.

“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”

In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.

You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile.

“Alright everybody so the winner is–”

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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”

“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”

“But your always mad!”

“Shut up!”

Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice.

A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create.

Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.

“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–”

The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.

“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”

You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”

Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it.

Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral.

“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”

“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”

That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder.

“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”

“She said somethin’ about there being ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on.

He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork.

“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”

A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”

A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for.

The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”

Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”

Daki let out an offended gasp.

“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”

“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”

“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”

“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!”

From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before.

“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”

“Yes! Of course I would!”

“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”

He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength.

Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights.

Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.

“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!”

He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”

“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”

You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you.

“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”

Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”

He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path. Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.

“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”

“I never said underestimated you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.

You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.

“Was there actually something you needed me for?”

“Does there have to be anything?”

“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”

He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.

“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”

In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face.

“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”

Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders.

“Perhaps but I always take priority.”

You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”

He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you.

“Not like I do.”

In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist.

“Muzan.”

“(Y/n).”

You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear.

“Are you finished?”

“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”

“And I, you.”

“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”

“Then you can help me.”

He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path.

“What do you need help with?”

He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving.

“This is the season of giving is it not?”

Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck.

“It is.”

“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt.

“Give yourself to me and only me.”

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kteezy997 · 5 months

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6 Months- Part Ten//t.c.

Warnings: cursing, ex being toxic, lots of fluff, boob-obsessed Timmy

Cameron met Hayden for lunch a few days later. She picked out a really casual spot that had a nice brunch vibe. She didn't want it to feel too much like a date. She didn't want Hayden to get the wrong kind of idea.

She saw him come into the restaurant and she stood up as he came to the table. She gave him a friendly hug and smile. "I'm so glad you agreed to meet me."

"Yeah, I was surprised. I figured you were just gonna let your boyfriend take care of things." Hayden said smugly.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you, Hayden. Things got screwed up and I wanted to apologize for everything."

"Okay," he raised his eyebrows, waiting, "I'm listening."

Cameron did her best to ignore his arrogance and said, "I'm sorry for the way things ended. I owed you more than just a text." Even though at the time it was out of her hands, her break up with Hayden, she was ready to officially move on with Timmy. She was happy with him. "I want you to know that I always cared about you. I hope you find someone great."

The waiter came over, asking Hayden what he would like to drink and he said, "I don't care, something strong." he nodded to Cameron across from him, then looked back at the waiter, "This is my ex that cheated on me, broke up with me by text and now she's so sorry about it." he said, mocking her. The waiter, not knowing what to say, just walked away.

"Hayden, I didn't cheat on you." Cameron said in hushed tone.

"It fucking feels that way. I never thought you'd be such a whore, Cameron." His words were harsh and angry, but his eyes were melancholic. It was a hard blow for him, losing her, she could tell.

"What I did was wrong, but if you're going to continue to be nasty about it, then I'll leave." She knew she could have done more to ease his heartache, but she refused to continue to endure this verbal abuse. She knew it wouldn't make anything better. Not even Hayden.

He chuckled, "Well, all I gotta say is: I hope you and psycho Chalamet will be very happy together."

"He's not a psycho." Cameron retorted.

"Oh yeah? What do you call a guy that would manipulate photos to make it look like I was cheating on you in order to win you over? What kind of relationship is that anyway, sounds more like obsession to me. He'll probably end up killing you or something Cameron." he said taking a swig of his drink the instant the waiter set it down on the table.

"That's a horrible thing to say. You're completely wrong about Timmy." she said.

"Mmm, I wouldn't be so sure. Oh, and tell him thanks for the courtside seats, it was a lovely gesture." he raised his nearly empty glass to her. "Didn't do much to cushion the blow of him stealing my girl though." Hayden took another big gulp of his drink.

"Maybe you should slow down with the drinking, it's still morning, Hayden." Cameron cautioned, with genuine care.

Hayden scoffed, "I'm not any of your concern anymore, sweetheart. You made damn sure of that."

Their waiter came back over, "So, are we...ready to order?" The poor guy was obviously feeling awkward with the way Hayden was speaking to her.

"No, actually. I'm just leaving. But his drink is on me." Cameron looked at the waiter, kindly saying, "Thank you."

The young man nodded politely, "Very well, you can meet me up front whenever you're ready." He then walked on to service another table in the meantime.

Cameron smiled fakely at her ex-boyfriend, "Consider it another lovely gesture."

Hayden gave her a phony grin.

He wasn't ready to be an adult about the situation. But Cameron was ready to move on. With or without the closure she was hoping for. Perhaps this was the closure, and the reminder that her relationship with Hayden was doomed in and of itself.

She stood up, picking up her purse, "It's a shame it has to be this way. I hoped we could end things with good closure and some maturity. I guess that's not gonna happen. Have a nice life, Hayden." she turned and walked away to pay and didn't listen to another word from him.

.........

"So, how did it go?" Timmy asked her anxiously as she came into the house.

"Not great. But at least I tried."

"He didn't hit you, did he?" Timmy joked.

"No." she laughed, "He's just mad, which is understandable, I just wish it could have went better."

Timmy pulled her close to him, promising, "I'll treat you better than he ever did."

"I know." she grinned, "I never would have fallen in love with you if my relationship with Hayden was actually solid." she kissed his cheek and said, "I'm hungry. I left the restaurant before we even ordered, have you eaten?"

But Timmy didn't answer. He was frozen. She had never used the phrase 'fallen in love' about him, to him before. He was in a daze, not believing that she actually said it, even offhandedly.

"Timmy?"

His attention was now back on Cam, "Yea-yeah?"

"I asked if you had eaten yet." she giggled.

"Oh, no-no. Let's go, lunch should be ready any minute." he said, taking her hand, leading the way to the dining room.

.........

As time went on, Cam and Timmy got into a happy routine together. She got moved back into the house and she put her new office to use, returning to her work, and writing a new book. Timmy was elated that she was inspired, of course, but he was impatient to know what she was writing about.

"I'm not ready to tell you yet." she'd say to him. She wanted to give herself more time to see if her ideas bared fruit.

Paparazzi had caught them out together a couple of times. They looked quite like a couple, because they were. They held hands, walked arm in arm, and stole kisses from one another, not caring that they were being watched or that photos were being taken.

Those occurrences, as well as photos from the party they attended together a month prior, had sent the press and the internet into a frenzy. Neither of them made an attempt to deny anything when news outlets reached out to their agents. They just let the world talk.

The couple was excited to find out that Cam's agent scheduled her a book signing in London at the same time that Timmy was due to promote his new film, Wonka there. Even though it would technically be a work trip for them both, they were thrilled to spend time together in an entirely different setting.

...........

Cam felt like herself again, getting to meet with fans of her work, and talk to them, get to know them for a moment, and really put faces and names to the people that made her a successful author. She felt so happy and grateful.

She couldn't think of any better way to spend her time other than signing books for such sweet fans. Well, maybe spending time with her boyfriend was a close second.

The Wonka premiere and the book signing were happening at the same time, so she couldn't join him for that. But she was going to accompany him to the after party.

They had gone about getting her party dress as a little project to do together. It turned out absolutely stunning, Timmy had it designed and fitted especially for her. He had connections like that, of course. She was giddy, taking a part with him and the designers in making such a beautiful garment. She couldn't believe it was just for her.

Timmy met Cam at the hotel as she was getting her hair and makeup finished. "I gotta go get ready, babe." he said, standing behind her chair, looking at her in awe in the mirror. "You look...immaculate."

Cam smiled and leaned into his kiss that he placed on her cheek. "I'll see you soon." she cooed.

"I can't fucking wait to see you in that dress." he said with a sly grin.

..........

Cam was corseted into her dress with the help of some of her hair and makeup crew. She felt like an actual princess. Like Willy Wonka's princess of the chocolate factory. She knew that Timmy would absolutely love it and freak out once he saw her.

And he did.

Timmy came in just as they were making final adjustments to her look and he just stood there, looking at Cam, taking her in, all done up in her gorgeous purple dress. He was speechless, and he couldn't move.

"You need some water, Timmy?" Cam asked, with a laugh.

"Mm-mhmm." he hummed, taking the bottle of water from her, before taking a big gulp of it down and clearing his throat. "Cameron Reese, you're like a wet dream."

"Jesus, Timmy!" she hissed at him, then looked at her wardrobe helpers, "Can you please give us a few minutes alone?"

Timmy and Cam were then left by themselves in the room.

"Was that really appropriate to say, Chalamet?" she asked, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry, it was the first thing that came to my mind, fuck, you look incredible, baby." he took her hands, putting them both out to the side so he could get a better look at her. He then went off saying some stuff in French, softly and to himself, like he was awestruck.

"Timmy, I have no idea what you're saying." she giggled.

He shook his head, "Sorry, sorry. How about 'je t'aime?'" he grinned, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed his forehead adoringly to hers.

Cam melted, she put her hands on his arms, letting him kiss her forehead. She was so appreciative of and grateful for their life together. She couldn't help but think of how it all started, and she said, "I don't need six months, Timothee." she looked up into his green eyes.

"What do you mean?" he frowned, tucking a piece of her hair back.

"You've got me. You got me in two months." she shook her head in disbelief at how her life had turned out, especially the Timmy aspect, "It feels like a lifetime. I am so in love with you, Timothee Hal Chalamet."

He grinned widely, then leaned in, kissing her. They wrapped their arms around one another, lovingly ravaging each other while being careful to not ruin their clothes, hair, or Cam's makeup. It was a long, tender kiss that neither of them thought would last nearly two minutes. It was like an official declaration of their love. They pulled away and neither could speak, or even breathe properly.

"Um, we should...get going. Don't want to be late." Timmy pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just..." Cam had her hands on the bust of her dress, fidgeting with it a little bit.

"What, babe? You okay?"

"Just feels uncomfortable, under my boob. Can you help me?"

"Yeah, yeah, no worries."

Cam turned around, and he untied the corset in the back of her dress. Once it was loose enough, she brought the top of the dress down, and her breasts were free. She made the adjustment she needed to as Timmy looked on.

"Need me to help?" he asked, obviously more than willing.

"No, no, babe, I got it." she insisted.

"Cam, I'm sorry to say this, but you can't have those things out around me and expect me not to suck them." It was a wildly cheeky statement, but he said it like it was a straight fact.

Cam laughed, "You're ridiculous, you've seen them before." She recovered her chest with the dress, ready for it to be retied.

"But I love them.” he rambled on about her breasts, “They feel so good in my mouth-"

"Timmy! That's enough, now tie my dress, please."

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet

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freak1ish · 8 months

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mbti type. summarize your results however you like.

(INTJ) Architect.

It can be lonely at the top. As one of the rarest personality types – and one of the most capable – Architects (INTJs) know this all too well. Rational and quick-witted, Architects pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy. But because their minds are never at rest, Architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them.

Architects question everything. Many personality types trust the status quo, relying on conventional wisdom and other people’s expertise to guide their lives. But ever-skeptical Architects prefer to make their own discoveries. In their quest to find better ways of doing things, they aren’t afraid to break the rules or risk disapproval – in fact, they rather enjoy it.

This personality type comes with a strong independent streak. Architects don’t mind acting alone, perhaps because they don’t like waiting around for others to catch up with them. They also generally prefer making decisions without asking for anyone else’s input. At times, this lone-wolf behavior can come across as insensitive, as it fails to take into consideration other people’s thoughts, desires, and plans.

It would be a mistake, however, to view Architects as uncaring. Whatever the stereotypes about their stoic intellect, these personalities feel deeply. When things go wrong or when they hurt others, Architects are personally affected and spend much time and energy trying to figure out why things happened the way that they did. They may not always value emotion as a decision-making tool, but they are authentically human.

Architects can be both the boldest of dreamers and the bitterest of pessimists. They believe that, through willpower and intelligence, they can achieve even the most challenging goals. But these personalities may be cynical about human nature more generally, assuming that most people are lazy, unimaginative, or simply doomed to mediocrity.

People with the Architect personality type derive much of their self-esteem from their knowledge and mental acuity. In school, they may have been called “bookworms” or “nerds.” But rather than taking these labels as insults, many Architects embrace them. They recognize their own ability to teach themselves about – and master – any topic that interests them, whether that’s coding or capoeira or classical music.

Architects can be single-minded, with little patience for frivolity, distractions, or idle gossip. That said, they’re far from dull or humorless. Many Architects are known for their irreverent wit, and beneath their serious exteriors, they often have a sharp, delightfully sarcastic sense of humor.

Architects aren’t known for being warm and fuzzy. They tend to prioritize rationality and success over politeness and pleasantries – in other words, they’d rather be right than popular. This may explain why so many fictional villains are modeled on this personality type.

Because Architects value truth and depth, many common social practices – from small talk to white lies – may seem pointless or downright stupid to them. As a result, they may inadvertently come across as rude or even offensive when they’re only trying to be honest.

Architects are full of contradictions. They are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, and curious yet focused. From the outside, these contradictions may seem baffling, but they make perfect sense once you understand the inner workings of the Architect mind.

For these personalities, life is like a giant game of chess. Relying on strategy rather than chance, Architects contemplate the strengths and weaknesses of each move before they make it. And they never lose faith that, with enough ingenuity and insight, they can find a way to win – no matter what challenges might arise along the way.

Positive traits: Rational, informed, independent, determined, original, curious. Negative traits: Arrogant, combative, overly critical, dismissive of emotions.

Tagged by. @nightmarefuele ( thank you <3 )

Tagging. @talentforlying @ravenskeeper @malka-lisitsa @ofwondersandhares @detectivewoof @demcnsinmymind @handgiven @tvintedspvrk ( Asher ) @harmsdealer @beastbitten @kingofthewebxxx @ungraciousknight @blccdharmonyx

#/ What if I say I am not like the others / ( Introspection's )#/ The dismissive of emotions bit is more to do with Lupin being uncomfortable around sadness or anyone upset /#/ He doesn't know how to react but he does try by gingerly patting someone on the shoulder or pulling them into a awkward hug /#/ Hugs do go against his better instincts though /#/ He isn't sure about them /#/ I had to change his myers briggs test on his google doc /#/ As this suits him better /#/ I am only here for half a hour today so I thought I would just post this /#/ into the void / ( queue )

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lostloveletters · 7 months

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Behind the scenes photos of Sonny’s murder and Michael killing Sollozzo and McCluskey, along with a special effects memo from Francis Ford Coppola. I believe the first effects scene referenced in the memo may have been a cut scene where Clemenza beats up the young men who attacked Bonasera’s daughter, per his request at Connie’s wedding.

The memo reads (including any odd phrasing):

The previous special effects memo was a result of the meeting with Howard Jensen and Danny Lee was compiled by a stenographer and really doesn’t set down what I had in mind.

As a result, I would like to lay out more specifically what I had in mind.

In general, I hope to have very stunning and original effects WITHOUT the need of merely going further in blood and guts than has ever been done before. Sometimes a striking detail and original detail, such as a shattered eyeglass or a bullet hole through the hand can be much more unsettling and moving, than a ton of innards and blood. Think in terms of such details; even beyond what is outlined in the script.

BLOOD: In general, blood has never looked right to me on film. I think in reality it is thinner and more liquidy than it comes off in films, where it is thick and syrupy. I noticed in some real crime stills we have, that the victim’s clothes seem to be soaked in blood; almost watery in texture.

There are four scenes in the picture, that I have pre-selected as being the most important scenes, effect-wise, of the movie. Therefore I want the effects in these scenes to be stunning. They are: The shooting of Don Corleone (Pg. 53), The strangulation of Luca Brasi (Pgs. 71, 72), The killing of Sollozzo and McCluskey (Pg. 103), and the series of murders built around the baptism (Pgs. 176-182).

THE EFFECTS by number and page number:

EFFECT #1: Two young men beaten up (Pg. 35)

This is fairly simply, scene I intend to use to the slowness of the action, and the use of sound to achieve most of the effect. We might consider what the brass knuckles would do to the face of the young man. Perhaps have a phony arm made that would bend beyond normal limits. Perhaps a scrape across the young man’s face, which then begins to bleed?

#the godfather #francis ford coppola #sonny corleone #james caan #al pacino #michael corleone #film history #my photos #i don’t know what the blue dot in the photo is sorry!#this memo is otherwise included in the $500 godfather set thing the museum store sells #but fuck that noise i was able to make out what it said for y'all

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ghosty-writing · 7 months

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“goodnight, kid.”

(oc whump thing — 477 words)

Blood.

It won’t go away.

“Fuck.” Shaking, clammy hands find the wound, “fuck, fuck fuck, fuck.” Pressure. Apply pressure, right? Keep the blood in.

“Leon.”

My hands tremble, shoving Misha’s shirt up. The gash is deep, blood redder than wine staining sweat-slicked skin. “You’ll be okay,” Mumbled, “You’re gonna be fine…”

Calloused fingertips grasp mine, not pressing harder, nor pushing me away. “Leon, go.” His voice wavers, cracking in a curt gasp.

“No,” The quick, automatic response comes easily, “Just—Just stay still, okay? I’ll fix this. I’ll fix you, I promise!” My vision starts to blur, but I wipe any wetness away with my shoulder. Quickly, I shrug off my jacket, using the fabric to press more evenly on the gaping hole. A chill enters my pores, ice flooding my veins, but I don’t mind it. I can’t mind it, now. “We’re gonna leave. We’re gonna get out, I swear. I’ll—I’ll find you help. I-“

“Lyonechka.” Harsh, Misha’s shaky voice cuts through me. “Go. Do as I say.” He grimaces, some phony attempt at a smile, it seems. Some of his teeth are stained pink, a sudden cough wracking his body.

I swallow, shaking my head. “N-No.” I can’t, I don’t say, Not without you.

“Yes…” He trails off, gaze turning towards the ceiling, grey cement blocks. He removes his hand from mine, only to reach up and draw a finger upwards, pointing towards nothing in particular. “I’m—“ Another cough, this one spilling blood down his chin. I shut my eyes. Misha continues, “I’m happy here, kid. I’m happy with you. I’m done. Going to see Mama, again.”

I refuse. “No, no, please. Please, Misha. Stay, stay with me.” Not even caring about his wound anymore, I cup his face, smearing blood across his cheeks.

His eyes don’t reach mine, darkened and fixed on something on the ceiling I can’t see. “I made you borsch for dinner, remember?” He whispers, still painting in the air with a trembling index finger.

“W-What?”

“We’re outside… stargazing. A pint of ice cream between us.”

A soft laugh shakes my head, and I feel the tears start to return. I follow his finger, now pointing at the night sky. Grass under us, I remember to brush some hair from Misha’s face, so he can see the stars better. His hand drops to the side. “What flavour, Mik? You can pick.”

There’s a pause, but he decides, “Chocolate. It’s… chocolate. And—And we’ve both got our own spoons this time.”

“Thanks, Mik.”

“You’re tellin’ me all about the space’n stuff. Planets and junk, right? The—The one that has the rings on it. What’s that one…?”

“Saturn, Misha. That’s Saturn.”

“Saturn… That’s my favourite.”

“That’s a good favourite. It’s—It’s a good one.”

“I’m tired, Leon. I’m going… I’m going to sleep now, okay?”

“Goodnight, Misha.”

“Love you, kid.”

“…I-I love you too, Misha.”

“…”

#writing #original character #whump writing #whump #tw death #original whump #misha (oc)#leon (oc)

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Medical licensing officials in multiple states are scrambling to stop nurses with fraudulent academic credentials from caring for patients, after three Florida schools were accused of selling thousands of bogus diplomas.

New York regulators told 903 nurses in recent weeks to either surrender their licenses or prove they were properly educated. Delaware and Washington state officials have yanked dozens of nursing licenses. Texas filed administrative charges against 23 nurses. More actions in additional states are expected.

In some cases, lawyers for the nurses contend states are questioning the credentials of caregivers who earned diplomas legitimately. But there's wide agreement in the industry that nurses with fraudulent degrees need to be rooted out.

"The public needs to know that when they’re the most fragile, when they’re sick, when they’re in a hospital bed, that the individual who is at their bedside has gone through the required training," said Jennifer Mensik Kennedy, president of the American Nurses Association union.

States are acting in the wake of Operation Nightingale, a federal investigation into what officials say was a wire fraud scheme in which several now-closed Florida nursing schools sold phony nursing diplomas and transcripts from 2016 to 2022. Twenty-five defendants, including school owners and alleged recruiters, have been charged, U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of Florida Markenzy Lapointe announced in late January. Those cases are pending.

About 7,600 students paid an average of $15,000 for bogus diplomas, according to prosecutors. Around 2,400 of those people then passed a licensing exam to obtain jobs as registered nurses and licensed practical nurses or vocational nurses in multiple states, prosecutors say.

FEDERAL AUTHORITIES IN FLORIDA CHARGE 25 PEOPLE IN CONNECTION WITH SCHEME TO CREATE FAKE NURSING DIPLOMAS

How did so many test takers pass without the required classroom and clinical work? In some cases, they were experienced L.P.N.s seeking to become R.N.s. Some had been health care providers in other countries.

The nurses got jobs across the country, including at a hospital in Georgia, Veterans Affairs medical centers in Maryland and New York, a skilled nursing facility in Ohio, and an assisted living facility in New Jersey, according to court filings.

Students came not only from Florida, but also New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Texas and Delaware. Many of the students took their licensing exam in New York, where they can sit it multiple times, according to investigators.

Investigators identified the Florida nursing schools as the Palm Beach School of Nursing; Siena College, a school in Broward County that wasn't related to the college of the same name in New York; and the Sacred Heart International Institute, which was also based in Broward County and had no relation to a university with a similar name in Connecticut.

It was not entirely clear how many of the roughly 2,400 nurses with credentials from these schools are currently employed, or where.

Federal officials shared information so states could pursue nurses with phony academic credentials. Some states have taken action.

The Washington State Nursing Care Quality Assurance Commission rescinded the R.N. licenses of 17 people and denied license applications for four. The Delaware Board of Nursing annulled 26 licenses. The Georgia Board of Nursing asked 22 nurses to voluntarily surrender their licenses.

TEEN GETS COLLEGE DIPLOMA BEFORE FINISHING HIGH SCHOOL

The 23 nurses facing possible license revocations in Texas can continue working while their disciplinary cases are pending. Texas Board of Nursing general counsel James "Dusty" Johnston said more charges could come as officials develop "the necessary information for each individual."

A spokesperson for Veterans Affairs said it removed 89 nurses "from patient care" nationwide last year immediately after being notified by federal officials. The agency has not found any instances of patients being harmed.

New York's Office of the Professions posted on the state education department's website that it expects some of the 903 licensees who attended the schools "did, in fact, attend required hours and clinicals and are properly licensed." Those people are being asked to have a qualified nursing program submit verification.

Attorneys for some of the nurses in New York and Georgia say nurses who legitimately earned diplomas are getting caught up in the investigation.

"There are obviously people who bought transcripts who are fraudulent and should not be practicing nursing under any circumstances," said Atlanta attorney Hahnah Williams. "But there are also people who went to those schools legitimately and did nothing wrong. And they are somehow being lumped together with the fraudulent nurses."

Williams said her clients are hardworking immigrants who went to schools that were accredited at the time and have since worked for many years without incident.

Similarly, attorney Jordan Fensterman in New York said he has clients who attended classes at one of the schools to finish up their R.N. degrees and then worked during the pandemic. He said those nurses deserve due process now.

The state board actions are taking place as hospitals across the nation try to deal with chronic staffing challenges.

"Hopefully, the number is smaller once the authorities sort things out," said Kennedy, the American Nurses Association president.

#nunyas news

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bcdwclves · 7 months

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also i finished watching across the spiderverse and man, the spider society is made up of a bunch of frauds and phonies, lmfao.

solely bc you can’t be Spider-Man without some form of loss, but the act of loss doesn’t define you. it isn’t the loss itself that makes you into who you are, it’s what happens after and the struggle that comes afterward when you have to pick yourself back up.

but not saving people? letting them die?????? when YOU, the spider-person w/ great power who comes w/ great responsibility, have the POWER to save someone else doesn’t????? THEN YOU DONT KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT BEING SPIDER-MAN.

#( ooc. )#I get that miguels idea is on a muuuuuuuch grander scale than saving the singular person.#but he’s practically condemning hundreds or millions to death bc of his inaction for that singular ‘canon’ event.#except hobie. he isn’t a fraud. he’s cool. I love hobie.

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A Gathering Storm - All I've Ever Known Part 10

The wind is changing

There's a storm coming on

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And that’s when Sam stepped out of the shadows. I was frozen in place, staring at my brother, unable to process what I was seeing. At first, I thought it must have been a hallucination. Some strange combination of lack of sleep and stress had caused me to imagine my younger brother standing in this dingy room. But he didn’t look exactly as he did in my memory - he looked thinner, warier. And his clothes... entirely unfamiliar. I just looked at him for a minute - trying to comprehend the truth I had always felt but not always believed.

“Sam?” I said, my voice cracking as I stared. And then I was sprinting across the room, throwing my arms around his neck, hugging him as tight as I could. “Oh my god, Sam, you’re alive.” My heart was thudding against my ribcage, tears streaming down my face without interruption. “I fucking knew it.”

“Heya, Mags.” Sam muttered, and I swear hearing his voice just made me cry harder. I was vaguely aware of Jordan muttering something to Hughie but it didn’t matter to me. I pulled back, taking in his face. We’d both been through hell in the past year, but here we were.

“How long have you been here? Why didn’t you find me? They said you were dead, Sam. You have a grave. There was a funeral. How-” I hugged him tight again, being pulled back and forth between anger and relief. “What happened?” I asked finally.

“They were experimenting on me. I was only there for a few days before The Boys broke in, looking for information. They got me out, and I’ve been working with them and hiding out here since then.” He sounded tired, his voice worn and gruff. “But it wasn’t safe. For any of us. I’m sorry, Mags. It had to be this way.” My jaw clenched involuntarily.

“I know.” He sounded exhausted and strained - like he was holding back a lot of emotions, or like he was feeling too many things at once.

“It hasn’t been safe either way, Sam. I...” What could I even tell him? Dad’s friends gave me a bad vibe at a fancy party? Bad things happened months ago and I still don’t really understand them? I sighed.

“What do you mean, you know? What do you know?” My heart rattled in my chest as I tried to process the situation. Now that the shock of seeing Sam has dissipated somewhat, I was reminded of the reason I was so desperate to find anyone else outside of Vought. I pulled back to look him in the eye. The walls were closing in around me and I was slowly realizing how trapped I truly was. I used to say I’d never want to change the past - even the bad stuff. But I wish I could go back to the day Grace found me and scream at my past self, tell her not to listen to anything that comes out of any of their mouths. “Do you know something about the gala? Or...” I searched his face for answers I was almost positive he didn’t have.

“We don’t know much. Once I saw that phony-ass interview with you and Luke, I knew something happened.” My heart constricted painfully, understanding the unspoken message: you broke our promise. Late nights spent crying together when his head got too loud, when my fears got to be too much - we pinky promised to stick together, and to make our own way.

The third worst night of my life was a night when we were in high school together. Sam, barely 14, sobbing in my arms as I tried desperately to convince him not to leave me. I had found his note - a heart-wrenching apology for the troubles he believed he caused us. I promised to stick by him, swore that we would make our own way.

“This is our life, Sammy. We can do whatever we want. We’ll build our own future, and Dad can suck it.” I said firmly, forcing my voice not to crack as I ran my fingers through his curls.

“But -”

“No buts, Sam. Let’s make a promise: we make our own way.” I said, offering him my pinky.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“What happened? I checked on you, you know. After I got free. And everything was normal. Then a few months later, everything changed, and you’re back to playing along with all their games.” He was trying to keep his voice neutral but I could tell he was bitter. And he has every right to be. I looked away guiltily.

“It’s complicated.” I said vaguely, still not able to meet his eyes. And before he could push it further, Jordan came over and cleared their throat awkwardly. “Oh, Sam, this is Jordan. They’re a friend of mine, and they’ve been helping me. We live off-campus with Luke, Cate, and Luke’s friend Andre. Jordan, Sam.” This was definitely not how I’d imagined the two meeting - the circumstances were not great for making friends. They eyed each other warily. Sam in particular looked apprehensive, trying to get a read on Jordan in the dim light.

“We’re going to stay here tonight - it’s already kind of late. We can head back to the townhouse tomorrow, yeah?” They said to me, before smiling at Sam again. “It’s nice to meet you, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“From who?” He asked, eyeing them nervously. I gave him a pointed look.

“Take a wild guess.” I said, smiling wryly. “Anyways, if we’re spending the night here, do you guys have any food? I’m starved.”

After a few frozen pizzas and a bit of whiskey, it seemed like the whole room let out a breath of relief. Hughie’s eyes were darting around the room about half as much, and I think I noticed Frenchie and Jordan sharing a cigarette. It felt... nice. I’d imagined it so many times but actually being in a comfortable space with both Sam and Jordan just felt right. And I felt more like myself than I ever had in a group this large. I was smiling and laughing and I didn’t care that I wasn’t sitting up straight or I was talking too much. At first, I thought it was just being with Sam again, but it was deeper than that. Even the people I just met felt safe. Like they could see me at my worst, and I wouldn’t run and hide.

I was leaning back, listening to the conversation without really listening, when Jordan reached over to fix my collar. My breath hitched, a shiver running up my spine. I just hoped they didn’t notice the way my cheeks were tinged pink the rest of the night.

And as I lay on the ratty old couch, wrapped in a scratchy wool blanket and half asleep, I found myself thanking whoever or whatever was watching over me. Because I got my brother back. I still don’t feel like it feels real, and yet it feels more real than anything else I’ve been through in the past year.

Breakfast was a quiet but enjoyable affair, coffee poured and food made as if it was any normal morning. I left my number with Sam, making him promise to text me when he could.

“You know, it’s not like I’ve got an iPhone out here, Maggie.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“You can call me too, idiot.” He sent me a playful glare but he was smiling. I could still see the questions in his eyes - questions I did not want to answer. “Keep me in the loop, yeah?” He nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ll let you know if we find anything. Stay safe. Love ya.”

“Love you too, Sammy. Stay sharp.” He gave me a final nod.

“Now get outta here! I’m sure you have homework to do or whatever.” I rolled my eyes. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to focus on anything when I get home.

“Thank you guys!” I called out. Jordan had stayed quiet as usual, waving casually at the ragtag group of vigilantes. We walked a few blocks away before calling an Uber, a heavy silence falling between us.

“Well, we didn’t get killed.” I said. “But other than that, I have absolutely no idea how to feel right now. One big question answered, but now I have about a hundred new questions.”

“Tell me about it.” Their voice was nonchalant, but they were looking at me intently.

“Just trying to figure out if you’ll be able to act normal in about... 15 minutes?” I rolled my eyes, flipping them off.

“I can feel you psycho-analyzing me with your eyes.” I said, sending them an exasperated look.

“I’ve been lying to Luke for most of my life. I’ll be fine.” I said. Jordan quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as we clambered into the backseat of the Uber.

But it would turn out that he would not be asking us any questions at all. Because as we entered the townhouse, Luke was inconsolable on the ground, and Cate was convulsing next to Andre. Jordan and I rushed to Cate’s side, trying to see what caused the seizure. And then, the house disappeared.

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#jordan li #gen v #gen v prime #gen v fic #angst #luke riordan #lukes little sister x jordan li #jordan li x oc #gen v fanfic #gen v fanfiction #gen v amazon

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