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bruisedboys · 6 months

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shy!r x sirius at a halloween party, please? :)

ofc angel!! sorry this took so long, please enjoy my one and only halloween themed blurb hahaha!

sirius black x shy!fem!reader

You’re an odd mixture of nervous and bubbly as you and Sirius make the rounds at James and Lily’s halloween party. You haven’t met all of his friends but some of them, so he’s introducing you to the ones you don’t know. So far you’ve met three people dressed as wizards and you’re starting to think it’s an inside joke.

Sirius, dressed in an incredibly attractive black leather getup, dark makeup and red horns sticking out of his wavy hair to complete the look, leads you into the kitchen where a pretty blonde girl is mixing her drink with a fruit skewer.

“Marl! Hi, doll,” Sirius kisses the cheek of the girl in question. “This is my angel, Y/N.” He gives your hand a squeeze and encourages your forward. “Sweetheart, this is Marlene.”

You feel yourself go hot in the cheeks. He keeps introducing you as his angel, which is probably your fault since you picked the angel costume. A flowy white dress, dewy makeup, white fluffy wings. You thought it was simple and cute and wouldn’t draw too much attention to you. You’re starting to realise how very wrong you were.

“Hi, Marlene,” you manage, embarrassed.

“Wow, you look incredible,” Marlene gushes excitedly, moving in for a friendly hug. You detach yourself from Sirius to hug her back. She looks amazing herself in a lacy black dress and fake blood all down her front. She pulls away and holds you at arms length. “You’re so pretty!”

“Thank you,” you say, more flustered than ever. Sirius is still close but he’s distracted showing off his outfit to Remus in the kitchen doorway. “It’s really good to meet you.”

Marlene beams. “You too, I thought Sirius was hiding you from us!” She laughs, then lowers her voice and leans in close, “He is looking after you, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you laugh. You can’t help but giggle at her serious tone. It’s not the first time one of his friends have asked you this, mostly as a joke, but you know it’s also because he’s so intimidating and you’re decidedly un-intimidating.

“Yeah, he is,” you tell her. He really is. He’s a sweetheart under all the punk. You suppose the angel-devil thing isn’t helping your case much, but it’s true, and you don’t care if other people think you’re an odd match. Sirius likes you the way you are and you him.

“Good,” Marlene nods, satisfied, and leans back. “Was it just me or did I hear him call you ‘my angel’? That’s awful. He’s such a—“

Sirius appears at your side again. You know he’s there a second before he appears because his warm hand finds a place at the small of your back before he interrupts,

“What are we talking about, girls?” He asks loudly.

Marlene squints at him.

“Speak of the devil,” she says, which is funny, because he’s literally dressed as a devil tonight.

“You were talking about me?” He asks, pleased. He slides his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. “Hope it was about how devilishly handsome I am.”

You and Marlene make twin faces at each other.

“Sure, Pads,” Marlene deadpans, her nose wrinkled.

Sirius grins. You’d never admit it but he is actually extremely handsome and you could probably talk about it forever.

“I knew it,” he says. “C’mon, babe, I’ll introduce you to Frank and Alice, yeah? I think they’ll love our costumes.”

You let yourself get tugged away by Sirius, happy to follow him wherever he goes. Marlene winks at you when Sirius isn’t looking.

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theemporium · 1 year

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Ok Remus xfem!reader where reader gets her period on a full moon and her and Remus are just comforting each other pretty please and thank you <3

thank you for requesting!🖤

The two of you were quite a sight to see.

In the year or so you had been dating Remus Lupin, never once had your cycles ever coincided or clashed. Not a single time. They had always been roughly two or so weeks apart, during a period where one of you could look after the other when it was needed. Where you could spend the time comforting each other, being the support the person needed.

Until this month.

Neither you nor Remus had even realised until the dates clashed. You hadn’t been keeping track of your period, especially not so close to the full moon when you knew Remus needed the extra crutch by his side for the days approaching and the days following.

You had kissed him on the lips just before the sunset and he disappeared into the woods with the other boys, murmuring soft ‘I love you’s against each other’s lips before you headed back to your dorm for the night.

Remus was concerned when he returned to the castle the next day, exhausted and on his way back from receiving a simple tonic from Madam Pomfrey, only to find you weren’t waiting for him at breakfast as usual. He hadn’t even bothered sitting down with the others before he made his way back to the tower to find you.

He found you curled up in bed, your duvet pulled up to your chin and your brows furrowed together. He barely remembered his own exhaustion as he quickly made his way to your side, hand on your cheek and he knew from the look on your face.

He knew you started your period.

Remus didn’t say anything as he pulled the duvet up, settling into the bed behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He tugged your body close, warm hands tucked under your top and pressed against your stomach, and you sighed.

“Can we just stay here forever?” you murmured into the quiet room.

“We can stay as long as you like, love,” he murmured back, pressing a long, light kiss to the crown of your head.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t at breakfast,” you said to him, your hands settling over his.

“Don’t be,” he assured you. “This is where I want to be with you anyways.”

Your lips twitched. “Reckon we could convince someone to bring us food?”

“Lily probably has Prongs sending us a whole three course meal as we speak,” Remus mused, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes, his cheek pressed against the light thump of your pulse and he let the feeling soothe him. “Fuck, I needed this.”

“Rough night?” you asked, your eyes falling shut as his fingertips began to draw random circles against your stomach.

“Just the usual,” he murmured, letting out a deep breath. “We can talk about it later.”

“Okay,” you whispered, not fighting off the exhaustion any longer.

You would wake up in a few hours and find that you had turned in your sleep, your arms now wrapped around the waist of your boyfriend and his hand protectively placed on the back of your head. A charmed tray of food that was still warm would be by your bed, along with a small note and a painkiller tonic for both of you.

You wouldn’t move much for the rest of the day but even with the clashing cycles, you and Remus were there to comfort each other regardless.

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nayziiz · 3 months

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Team Dynamics | LN4

Summary: To celebrate the launch of their 2024 car for the upcoming F1 season, McLaren hosts a masquerade gala event that sees two souls connect and lead to a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, the pair realise soon after that they are to work together quite closely after they agreed it would only be a one-night thing.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex, angst (in this chapter)

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

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PART 5 (quite a long chapter)

In the days that followed their agreement, Gemma and Oscar found themselves engrossed in the task of organising the karting excursion for Lily. Messages and calls flowed seamlessly, the excitement palpable in their exchanges. Gemma's characteristic enthusiasm shone through as she meticulously planned every detail, turning what could have been a simple outing into a memorable day filled with racing and valuable tips to get Lily comfortable in the machinery.

Gemma, drawing on her wealth of simulation experience, carefully selected a local karting circuit she frequented known for its challenging twists and turns. She considered it the perfect setting for Lily's introduction to the world of karting. With an eye for detail, Gemma coordinated the logistics, ensuring that everything, from the availability of karting equipment to the timing of the event, was seamlessly arranged.

Gemma arrives at the karting circuit adorned in her black and pink gear, her face beaming with enthusiasm. Lily, slightly nervous yet eager, meets Gemma with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Gemma wastes no time in immersing Lily in the world of karting, providing insightful tips on handling the kart, mastering the turns, and maximising speed on the straightaways.

Lando, always curious and with a mischievous glint in his eye, decided to accompany Lily and Oscar to the karting circuit to meet Gemma there. His motivations are twofold – not only does he want to witness Gemma's karting skills firsthand, but he also wants to observe her in her natural comfort zone. It’s no secret within the McLaren team that Gemma has a genuine love for karting, and Lando is keen on experiencing her in that space.

Oscar and Lando make their way onto a small pavilion overlooking the karting area, where the high-pitched hum of engines and the occasional cheer fill the air. As they settle into a prime viewing spot, Oscar turns to Lando, his eyes focused on the girls hovering around the karts on the track.

“Gemma asked that we keep ourselves out of the way so we don't distract them.” Oscar informs Lando, gesturing towards the busy scene below. Lando nods in understanding, leaning against the railing of the pavilion.

“Got it. We'll be the silent cheerleaders then. Wouldn't want to mess with their groove. I’m just happy to be here.” Lando concedes with a crooked smile.

Below them, Gemma, Lily, and the buzzing energy of the karting circuit command their attention. Gemma, in her element, is animatedly pointing at various parts of the karts, offering guidance and sharing insights with Lily. The two women exchange animated conversations, occasionally punctuated by bursts of laughter.

“How does it feel seeing her in this kind of environment?” Oscar asks when he notices Lando’s eyes fixed solely on Gemma and her movements.

“It’s hot, to say the least. She’s pretty much the perfect girl.” Lando admits with a playful smirk, his gaze unwavering from Gemma as she continues to guide Lily through the intricacies of karting.

“Perfect, huh? I didn't know you were into girls who could outpace you on the track.” Oscar raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“It's not just about the racing, mate. It's the whole package – the passion, the skill, the confidence. Gemma's got it all.” Lando chuckles, shaking his head.

"Why don't you just ask her out on a date?" Oscar wonders.

“She just wants to be friends.” Lando informs his teammate and friend.

“And, you’re happy with that?” Oscar asks, sceptical.

“Yeah.” Lando quips. “I don’t want to let her slip through my fingers because I’m forcing for more, if you get what I mean.”

“She’ll come around.” Oscar assures Lando.

“I know she will.” Lando smiles, turning his attention back to the girls out on the track.

As they continue to watch the karting activities unfold below, Lando can't help but steal glances in Gemma's direction. There's a magnetic pull between them, an unspoken connection that goes beyond their environment. Gemma's presence seems to light up Lando's world, and he's content to let their relationship unfold at its own pace. Gemma, sensing Lando's gaze burning her skin, gives him a warm smile and a small wave, a silent reassurance that speaks volumes.

Gemma has been trying to keep her feelings for Lando in check, maintaining a professional demeanour within the team. Lando is always around, offering his emotional support in a subtle yet consistent manner knowing how vastly different Gemma’s new job role is compared to her previous role at the factory. His efforts to be a friend and provide a sense of security haven't gone unnoticed by her. As Gemma continues to guide Lily, her mind can't help but wander to the unexpected presence of Lando. The realisation that he wants to be a part of the experience, even in a casual setting, tugs at the edges of Gemma's carefully guarded emotions. She can't deny the connection they have formed.

After the exhilarating karting session, Gemma, Lily, Oscar,and Lando decide to grab lunch together. The four of them head to a quaint local restaurant, eager to continue their festivities. Seated at a corner table, the two drivers share stories and laughter over plates of delicious comfort food they are often restricted of. The atmosphere is light, with the thrill of racing still lingering in the air. Gemma finds herself enjoying the company, appreciating the genuine smiles and easy banter between the two teammates and Lily occasionally quipping in to tell an embarrassing story about Oscar.

As they discuss various topics, Lando's subtle physical touches don't go unnoticed by Gemma. A brush of his hand against hers as they reach for the salt, a playful nudge when sharing a joke, his knee pressing against hers, and the occasional lingering eye contact—all seemingly innocent gestures send a subtle current of warmth through Gemma.

Gemma, while savouring the moments, remains cautious, aware of professional boundaries. Yet, Lando's easygoing nature and the genuine interest he shows in her make it increasingly challenging for Gemma to keep her emotions neatly tucked away.

“That was fun. We should do this more often.” Lando states with his signature grin.

“I agree.” Gemma nods in response to Lando’s statement.

Gemma finds herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The subtle touches from Lando have left an indelible mark, sparking a warmth that lingers within her. She glances at him, catching his eye, and they share a moment of unspoken understanding.

- Later that night -

Lando stands outside her hotel room door, bathed in the dim glow of the corridor lights. A hint of uncertainty lingers in his eyes as he raises his hand to knock softly. Gemma, immersed in her late-night activities, is taken aback by the unexpected sound at her door. Her eyes widen as she peers through the peephole, recognizing Lando's silhouette.

Her heart skips a beat, and a mixture of surprise and anticipation dances in her eyes as she quickly swings the door open. Lando stands before her, his expression a mix of vulnerability and something unspoken. The connection between them, that subtle energy that seems to hum in the air whenever they are together, is palpable.

Gemma has been up late, lost in the depths of social media, scrolling through TikTok and losing track of time while watching edits of Lando. The familiar warmth of his presence feels like a serendipitous surprise. Her room, softly illuminated by a bedside lamp, is evidence of her late-night activities, scattered with papers and notes from her work.

Tired from the day's adventures and the late-night scrolling, Gemma finds herself dressed in an oversized shirt that hangs loosely on her frame, paired with comfortable shorts. The fatigue in her eyes is softened by the subtle excitement of unexpectedly finding Lando at her door.

“Lando.” She greets, a smile playing on her lips. “What brings you here?”

“Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd take a late-night stroll, and, well, here I am.” He shrugs, a hint of sheepishness in his demeanour.

“Late-night stroll or an excuse to see me?” Gemma chuckles, a warm, genuine sound.

“Maybe a bit of both.” Lando grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection. “I was wondering if you'd join me on a drive?”

“It's after midnight.” Gemma counters, her curiosity piqued.

“I know. I just need to clear my mind, but I could really do with some company.” He explains, his gaze unwavering. Gemma hesitates for a moment before nodding.

“Let me put on something warmer.” She informs him, leaving the door open for him to enter and he does.

As she retreats into the bathroom, Lando watches her with a mix of anticipation and gratitude. She returns in sweatpants over her pyjama shorts and a sweatshirt that seems strangely familiar.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” Lando questions, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Yeah. You left it in the hospitality suite last Sunday, so I kept it for safety's sake.” Gemma replies, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Mmh, you stole it.” Lando teases, the corners of his mouth lifting in a lighthearted grin. Gemma shrugs with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Consider it collateral. Now, where are we driving to at this hour?” She wonders, quickly diverting the attention away from the topic of the sweatshirt.

Lando grinned at Gemma's playful remark, appreciating the banter that had become an unspoken language between them.

“Let's just drive and see where the night takes us." He suggested with a sense of spontaneity lacing his words.

Gemma nodded, a hint of excitement in her eyes as they ventured into the quiet night. The city lights twinkled in the distance as they wound through the deserted streets, the gentle hum of the car creating a soothing soundtrack to their impromptu journey. The soft glow of the dashboard illuminated the contours of their faces, revealing the unguarded moments between sentences.

The winding roads led them to a scenic overlook, where the city below sparkled like a sea of stars. Lando parked the car, and they stepped out, the crisp night air enveloping them. Gemma hugged herself, the stolen sweatshirt providing a comforting layer.

“Want to tell me what's on your mind?” Gemma breaks the comfortable silence, turning to Lando with a gentle smile.

“It's just been one of those weeks, you know? Needed a bit of a break from the noise and chaos.” Lando glances at her, his expression momentarily thoughtful. After a moment of silence, he speaks with a hint of frustration in his voice. “I need to win a race, and badly.”

“You will. You just have to be patient.” Gemma reassures him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“I know, but it feels like I've been waiting forever. The competition is tough, and every race feels like a missed opportunity.” Lando sighs, the weight of his aspirations evident in his expression.

“You're incredibly talented, Lando. Your time will come. The journey is just as big a part as the destination, right?” She counters, her thumb rubbing comforting circles onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, you're right. It's just hard not to get caught up in the pressure sometimes.” He nods, appreciating her supportive words.

“Pressure can be a driving force, but don't let it consume you. You're doing what you love, and success will follow your passion.” Gemma adds as she removes her hand from his shoulder and replaces it with her temple as she leans against him. He instinctively wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer. “And, I’m happy to go on all the late-night drives for you to see that.”

As they make their way back to the car, Gemma can't help but notice a faint smile on Lando's lips. The stolen sweatshirt, the midnight drive – it all feels like a stolen chapter from a romance novel. The air between them carries a hint of something unspoken, a promise of more adventures and stolen moments yet to come.

As they drive back to the hotel, the city slowly coming to life in the predawn hours, Gemma rests her head against the window, feeling a sense of contentment that transcends the late-night escapade. When they return to the hotel, the quiet hum of the car engine fading away, a charged atmosphere lingers between Lando and Gemma. In the soft glow of the hotel's exterior lights, Lando turns towards her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and restraint.

He leans in, and with a gentle touch, Lando kisses her softly, the connection lasting only for a split second. Gemma, caught in the warmth of the moment, pulls away, a conflicted expression on her face. She presses a hand to his chest, a silent warning.

“We can't, you know we can't.” She cautioned him, her voice a delicate plea.

“I know.” Lando acknowledges, his eyes searching hers. “But, it pains me that I have to stop.”

“It's complicated, Lando. Timing, circumstances.” Gemma sighs, a mixture of emotions playing on her features.

“It's just hard when everything else feels so right.” Lando nods, understanding the unspoken barriers that hold them back.

“It's just that there are things I need to figure out on my own.” Gemma added with a sincerity that cut through the charged air between them.

“Take all the time you need. I'll be here whenever you're ready.” Lando counters, his determination palpable.

“I can’t expect you to wait for me. We don’t know how long that could take.” Gemma continues.

“I’ll be here. Whenever.” Lando, once again, assures her, but her eyes are pained and her heart weighs heavy.

“Just one more kiss. Just one to keep my sanity in check.” Gemma whispers, her eyes searching Lando's with a mix of longing and reluctance.

“You know it won't stop with just one kiss.” Lando hesitates, caught in the magnetic pull of their connection.

Lando, understanding the weight of their shared desires, leans in, and their lips meet in a lingering kiss. It holds a blend of passion and restraint, a poignant moment amid conflicting emotions. As they hesitantly pull away, Gemma moves to get out of the car and Lando follows her inside without another word spoken.

#f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fic #lando norris smut #mclaren #mclaren f1 #lando norris x oc #f1 driver x oc #formula one

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darkfluffydragon · 26 days

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More lore on shadow milk cookie and pure vanilla cookie and wind aecher cookie also since pure vanilla cookie rules the vanilla kingdom what will happen to it and how will the republic and the ancient cookies react to the beast... Please give me lore I crave for it

I have a lot of drawings planned for this au, but actually getting to do them is a whole other thing. I keep getting distracted by little side quests, and my motivation jumps from one project to another faster than I can keep up. Though, most of the little comics are seperate scenarios that occur in the au, focused around the trio.

Despite this, I can still share some of the lore through writing form >:D

I’ll start with the question of how exactly Shadow Milk Cookie managed to influence Pure Vanilla’s Souljam so easily. In the original story, Pure Vanilla resists Shadow Milk with White Lily’s help. In the Phantasmagoria AU, Shadow Milk Cookie tries again and succeeds.

There’s one main factor (or two), that contributed to this. Both of which happened long before the Beastyeast episodes. It happened during the Dark Flour War, when Pure Vanilla Cookie used Dark Moon Magic to banish Dark Enchantress and sacrifice himself. Dark Moon Magic taints the soul here, and the spell had a far greater consequence than anyone realised. Those imperfections in the Light of Truth gave Shadow Milk the perfect opening to sneak his way in and achieve victory.

Or perhaps, the true catalyst was the academy. When Pure Vanilla Cookie snuck into the restricted section and discovered knowledge long buried and lost.

Next up, Windy! Shadow Milk Cookie has met Wind Archer in the past. Briefly, at least. As a scholar and seeker of knowledge, he would have tried to find a way to meet Millennial Tree Cookie. Though he would only succeed when he becomes truly desperate to stop the corruption plaguing him and his friends. He would plead for an audience with the god, and upon meeting him, would be told that they could not help him. That the apparently all-knowing god could not help them because they were creations of the witches, who even the gods themselves did not truly understand.

All those nights of scouring ancient texts, all the weeks, months, perhaps even years, of clinging onto that false hope. It would cause Shadow Milk to feel resentment at the unfair situation. They did not ask for this power, they were simply created with it. What had they done to deserve such punishment? Did they not do everything the witches asked them to do? Why were the witches not helping them?’

He would want someone to resent, someone more tangible than the witches that created them. Who else but the god that stood before him? The grudge would remain, even after centuries had passed in the seal. It would remain long enough that when he comes across the guardian once more, he would gleefully take the wind god and break him at the first chance he had. Anything to provoke Millennial Tree Cookie, who had denied him the salvation he begged for all those eons ago.

Does Pure Vanilla Cookie still love White Lily Cookie? The answer to this is, at first, simple: No. He does not love White Lily, not anymore. Shadow Milk Cookie knew that the affection was a variable, one that had ruined his first attempts at gaining control. He would remove it as soon as possible, to cement his control. Pure Vanilla Cookie is quite literally unable to love White Lily anymore. Surprisingly enough, Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t deem the bond he held with the other ancients much of a threat to his manipulations, so he left those relatively untouched.

While Pure Vanilla isn’t able to love White Lily anymore, it doesn’t mean he’s lost any feelings he had for her. They’re still there. Specifically, he’s in love with the memory of her. He remembers how he used to love her, how he had waited so long for her. How he remained stubborn in his choice of love. Pure Vanilla would love those memories, cherish them even if he could no longer understand them. He cannot love the current White Lily Cookie, but he could love the White Lily and Pure Vanilla that once existed.

This lack of feeling wouldn’t go away in the aftermath either. Shadow Milk Cookie is very thorough in his methods, and the lost love wouldn’t just return. Even if his influence is gone. To regain Pure Vanilla’s love, White Lily would have to earn it again. The problem, however, stems from how much they would have changed. White Lily is no longer the White Lily from the academy that young Pure Vanilla fell in love with, and Pure Vanilla is no longer the virtuous hero and king the stories claim he is. They’ve both changed. So much so that one could even question if it was even possible for Pure Vanilla to fall in love with her again.

It’s very strongly a role reversal scenario.

#fyp #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #crk #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #wind archer cookie #phantasmagoria crk #white lily cookie #I spent so long writing this #the question made me very excited #thanks anon :D

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jfleamont · 3 months

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Jily microfic of the day... let's say Thistle

Thank you @constancezin for the submission! This one's for you :)

Thistle - 639 Words

“How did this happen, exactly? Were you rolling in the grass? At four in the morning? Shirtless?”

The question, Lily realises, is dumb. Of course that’s not what he was doing. She knows very well that this is probably one of James’ many secrets. However, she’s determined to figure this one out, with or without his help.

Lily starts applying the thick paste on his right shoulder, careful not to touch the thorns even if she’s wearing a glove. Her other hand, however, rests on his other shoulder. For balance, naturally. And because the heat of his body is a nice distraction from her annoyance towards him.

He’s sitting on the desk close to the window in the common room and she’s between his legs; she wishes this was happening under different circumstances, but one can hardly complain when James Potter asks - no, wait, begs for help.

“That is precisely what happened. Lily, I’ve always told you how awfully smart you are, haven’t I?”

She fixes him with a glare. She’s not really in the mood for banter, not right now, and he notices. “Then, since I’m so smart, you should know that I’m not buying this. If you want to tell me how you got thistle thorns in your shoulder, I’m all ears. But don’t lie to me, please.”

While the paste does its job, she casts a couple of silent charms to speed up the process, not looking at him all the while. She can feel his eyes on her, studying her.

“Tell me why you were awake this early, then. Were you waiting for me?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I know you and the lads were out all night. It’s the full moon, James! I wish you’d tell me what’s going on.”

James sighs. “You already know why, but I can’t tell you how. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

He looks sincerely apologetic, and she knows he’s telling the truth. “So it is something dangerous! James, I swear—”

“It’s not! Don’t worry, I’m safe from Moony’s furry little problem, trust me.”

Lily takes a step back, but James grabs her hand and draws her closer once again, and she doesn’t protest.

Both of her hands are in his lap, and James squeezes them reassuringly, but this does not pacify her. “Why did Sirius and Peter get here before you? I thought something had happened to you.”

At this, James chuckles lightly. “So what, you thought they’d leave me alone and go to bed? Some nice friends I got, right? I was hungry so I went to grab some food, that’s all, and I noticed that my shoulder was hurting only later.”

A tentative smile appears on her lips. “How is food more important than sleep?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I sleep better with a full belly.”

Lily doesn’t know how to stay mad at him, it has become more and more difficult lately. And there’s nothing to forgive, really, he’s entitled to his secrets. She just wishes he’d trust her, and she tells him so.

“I do trust you,” he says, and the worst part is that she knows it’s true.

Silence falls between them, but neither of them look away.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” she speaks after a while.

“I know.”

“And are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you tell me?”

James seems to ponder this for a moment, then he speaks. “I’ll tell you this: if that lovely brain of yours managed to solve Moony’s mystery, you can easily solve mine.”

“Deal,” Lily replies. It was her plan all along anyway, but she hopes she’ll get more out of him soon. Maybe by bribing him with a kiss. Or a date. Or both, she’s not picky.

#submission #jily #jple #jfleamont rambles #jily fic

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cassiaratheslytherpuff · 2 months

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james lives AU prongsfoot bingo pls? 🥺❤

Thank you for asking! This is one I've been working on recently and hope to finish at some point🤞

It's about what might happen if, instead of dying, when Voldemort came that Halloween, James was temporarily separated from his body and just had to watch what happened without being able to interact or do anything. (Which is probably not good, I think it was supposed to be a fluffy prompt and I made it super-angsty)

November 7th 1982 The Janus Thickey Ward is always quieter than James feels it should be. They moved him here after two months on Spell Damage, and he’s still not used to it after almost a year. He sits on the bed where his body rests and tries to figure out how long he’s been gone this time. It’s happening more often now – and for longer each time. He blacks out, loses time, and wakes up beside his body. It's the only time he comes back to the hospital. The rest of the time he spends with Harry or Sirius, though every moment breaks his heart a little more. When he manages to get back in his body, he’s going to murder everyone responsible for him having to know how long it took Harry to realise no-one was going to come when he cried, to curse them with the pain he felt when he watched his son quiet his own sobs and curl up on himself. James hasn’t heard him cry since, and it breaks his heart with every passing day. He’s going to make them scream for the way he felt watching Sirius turn into Padfoot to howl with grief, because his human voice was too ruined by screaming. He’s going to make them scream for how James sobbed when he realised Sirius wasn’t coming back. He’d been the dog for six months now, and James desperately misses the sound of his voice. Misses how he used to talk to James and Harry to keep sane in his cell. Because James did hear, even though Sirius thought he didn't. James goes to stand from the bed, and for the first time in a year he feels resistance as he does. He looks down at his own face and has to let himself hope. Because that’s the way his existence goes. He watches the people he loves suffer, he mourns Lily, and he forces himself to hope. Forces himself to keep trying, because if he gives up – he can’t give up. So, he has to bear the disappointment when it doesn’t work. He lies down in bed, letting his form line up perfectly with his body. He makes himself focus, matches his breathing with that of his body’s. Tries to feel the sheets under his body, or imagine an itch on his nose. A tiredness beyond words washes over him and he lets it, lets it pull him down until he knows he’ll pass out again if he lets it pull him deeper. And then he strains. He forces his eyes open, forces his chest to draw breath. The tiredness doesn’t abate, and he sighs. He wills himself to Harry’s side, but he stays put. Confused, he sit’s up, fighting the exhaustion. But something is different. He can feel the bed as he braces against it to sit. He hurts. Because his body hurts. And when he looks down at the bed, nothing’s there. An alarm goes off, and in seconds the Healer that checks in on him most days comes rushing through the doors. “Mr. Potter,” he says, eyes wide. “You’re awake.”

#prongsfoot #ask #angst #cw: child abuse #cassiwrites #wip game

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startanewdream · 1 year

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Hey, I was rereading eyes glistening fics (again) and taught if i could ask you for a lily-harry moment. Especially after Harry sees Ginny with Dean and realizes his feelings for Ginny.

"rereading" always makes me so happy! I'm so glad you enjoyed these fics!

Now, I can't exactly fit a Lily&Harry moment there for plot-canonish-reasons (and Lily and Harry discuss his feelings for Ginny at other points), but here's something that could have happen if we can just pretend Lily is a professor at Hogwarts during HBP.

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Right. Left. Down the hall until another left.

A distant corner of his mind knows the path to the Common Room, something for which Harry will be grateful later; there aren’t any coherent thoughts in his mind at this moment—what if he punches Dean—no, forget Dean, what if he is the one kissing him Ginny instead—what if instead of Ron finding Ginny and Dean, he would find Ginny and Harry locked together, lips crashing in a glorious kiss—no, he doesn’t want to consider Ron in that hall at all, let the tapestry shut down so there is only him and Ginny—

“Harry!”

He jumps, heart racing for another reason now; his hand is almost grabbing his wand—for defence or attack, Harry isn’t sure—when he realises it wasn’t Ron that yelled his name.

Professor Potter joins them, which is only slightly better. “You two are nearly breaking curfew—” She pauses. Ron is walking past her without any glance, his mind clearly away, turning to the stairs that leads to the Common Room. “Is everything okay?” She asks, concerned now.

Harry nods quietly, though he never felt before things were less okay; his mum doesn’t seem impressed.

“Are you sure? Are you two fighting?”

That unlocks Harry’s tongue, panic filling him.

“Why? Does it look like Ron is mad at me?”

Ron can’t know, can he? He doesn’t read minds, he couldn’t have glanced at Harry’s face and known which thoughts were harbouring inside his mind, very colourful images of Ginny—

His mother’s eyes wide, alarmed. “No, he looks mad with the world. Harry—are you two in trouble?”

Warm brown eyes flash in his mind; the shape of a smirk on Ginny’s lips; her hair whipping the air as she turns around. “No.”

She doesn’t look convinced; Harry wishes he had learned to lie better.

“We just—” Just give her the truth, he orders himself. The plain truth without any of the realisations that came with it. He tries to look unbothered. “We were coming back from practice and—we tumbled upon Ginny a-and Dean and they—you know.”

She sighs. “I bet Ron didn’t—oh.” Her gaze is fixated upon his face; Harry is sure none of his feelings are showing up there, but she is watching him with eyes that are too maternal and not at all Professor Lily Potter. “I see.”

“There is nothing to see,” he mumbles, but then his mother is already dropping any pretence of professionalism.

“Do you want to come to my quarters?” Lily offers kindly. “We can share some biscuits, perhaps a tea and we can talk—”

“Professor—I’m not discussing feelings with you.”

“I thought you said there was nothing to see?”

“I—” She just blinks calmly, and then a lost part of his mind has a sudden realisation. “You are not surprised.”

“What?”

“You—Ginny—you already knew how I feel.” That cannot be right. Until fifteen minutes ago, Harry was sure that all his feelings for Ginny were very brotherly, he had not considered anything, except—his mind had been exceptionally quick to draw all those scenarios with her, almost as if they were already drafted in a dream that he didn’t remember having, only that he woke up the next morning in an excellent humour…

His mum would look apologetic if her eyes weren’t betraying her amusement. “Harry…”

“No.”

“Yes. For quite a while now.”

“Then—” He thinks about all the time he and Ginny spent together over the summer; his face flushes with the deep implications of how stupid he must have looked, but then he reaches for a way out. “It couldn’t be that obvious, or else… I am alive.”

If any of these thoughts living rent free on his mind had been so clear, Ron would have skinned him alive; that kiss they had just witnessed between Ginny and Dean was looking more and more tamer each time Harry rebuilt that scenario in his mind.

His mum looks confused. “Why wouldn’t you be? It’s not a disease, it won’t kill you.”

“If it were a disease, you would have a potion for it.”

Her lips break in a smirk. “If there was a potion—would you take it?”

The right answer, Harry is sure, is yes. No more conflict. Then he wouldn’t betray anyone, then there would be no reason for him and Ginny to snuck behind a tapestry, hands linked, sharing a giggle over their smartness; he wouldn’t get closer, place strands of her hair behind her shoulder, and she definitely wouldn’t tilt her head, wouldn’t kiss him…

“I guess not,” his mother says, once again reading him easily. She pats his shoulder. “Go to bed, Harry. Things will look brighter in the morning.”

Harry doubts it. In the morning he will still have feelings for his best friend’s sister, who is currently dating someone else. No, he needs to move on, or else just bury deep his feelings for Ginny — could he do it? Just turn off that I-fancy-her button that had been quietly beeping in the back of his mind until its alarm rang gloriously that night, absolutely refusing to crawl back to the depths of his ignorance?

He can’t, and this just puts him in the worst dilemma ever.

And also, how old is too old to cry on your mother’s shoulder?

“Mum,” he begins, one of those few times where he calls her like that at school. “That offer of biscuits and tea is still up?”

She hugs him, and Harry decides he will never be too old for it. “Of course.”

#Harry and Lily #Jily Lives AU #Hinny #Harry needs a hug #and this time someone hugs him

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thefifthsister · 2 years

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Sweet Treats: No Refunds

Post Series

Twins. Of course it had been twins. Twin boys that poked and prodded every second of the day. Twins that had caused her to be placed on bedrest when her blood pressure had been too high, she wasn’t sleeping well and all she wanted was to be able to see her feet and not feel pain in parts of her body she hadn’t realised could feel pain. She’d hoped this time things would be easier.

Then there was Lily. Who couldn’t understand why her mother was limited in what she could do with her. And Rick who hovered, tried to keep the peace but was at the mercy of her hormones and sleep deprived biting remarks.

After some tears this morning, Lily had been consoled into a movie afternoon with her mother. Kate was content to cuddle with her baby girl and watch Frozen again but the way Lily would look up at her when she wanted to sing soothed her.

Castle had disappeared on an errand not long before he’d got them both situated with the screen but the sound of his keys in the door made her realise now that she wanted him to complete their cuddle pile.

He came over to place a kiss on her lips, noticing Lily was glued to the TV and slipped out his surprise from the bag in his hand and handed it to her.

Kate laughed at the cake he handed her. She looked up at him, feeling the tears come and willing herself not to get upset at his joke.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” she told him.

“I’m sorry about my ‘man parts’” he chuckled. Kate groaned. She’d told him that morning, complaining her discomfort was his doing. You and your - your man parts.

“Mommy, what dat?” Lily asked. She chuckled. Of course cake would draw her attention away from the movie.

“Daddy bought us cake,” She told her. “Do you want to share it with me and your brothers?”

“My budders?” Lily asked, looking at Kate’s stomach.

Castle chuckled. “They must have a sweet tooth like us, Sweetpea, cause they keep making Mommy want cake.”

Kate smiled up at him. “Thanks. No refunds. I only need, only want you babe.”

“What it say?” She asked her father, ever curious.

“It’s a joke for Mommy,” Castle explained scooping up Lily and carrying her into the kitchen to help him cut up the cake. “So Mommy doesn’t return me for annoying her.”

Lily’s head snapped around to Kate who watched them over the top of the sofa and Kate couldn’t help but laugh at the accusatory look she got from her toddler. “Don’t worry Lily. Daddy has always annoyed me and I kept him. I love Daddy, right?”

Lily laughed, her small hands covering her cheeks as she looked back at Daddy. “Daddy no annoy Mommy. Let’s eats cake!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Castle chuckled.

#castle fanfic #my fanfic #photo prompt #kate beckett #richard castle #lily castle

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lostmykeysie · 2 years

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(yes i have night mode on all the time i am sensitive leave me alone)

hi bestie thanks so much for popping over here i love you thanks for reading i am sooooo glad you enjoyed the new chapter and i am EVEN GLADDER that you didn't see the twist omg PHEW.

secondly thank you for calling out the spoiler because you made me realise there's no way to chat and have a kiki about the fic without posting spoilers SO if anyone is reading The Missing Link and wants to come chat or discuss plot with me on here, can i ask you to send me two asks - one that has nonsense and the other that has the real question/comment - so that i can respond to asks and put all the spoilers under the cut???? thanks love you you're sooooo sexy

so the Flow of Information is something that will be addressed in a later chapter but it's worth calling out that the thing with the traitor accusations - both remus and peter - was that the boys (sirius, james, and even peter) treated it as a marauders problem rather than an order problem. this obviously isn't the case for remus and regulus as they told dumbledore, but the fact that remus still went to warn james shows that he wasn't too far from that thinking either.

the idea of keeping it between them was originally encouraged by peter, because he wasn't exactly going to support taking their accusations to dumbledore when he knew they were fake - why draw attention to it. but i also think that james and sirius would have chosen to treat it as more of a marauders issue than an order issue because i don't think they ever truly believed it, at least, not enough to raise it outside of themselves.

and with lily, doesn't matter that she's married to james - she's not a marauder. that friendship was just the four of them, not even wives were included. when she wrote the letters to remus over christmas, and when she visited him after the moon, you could tell that she definitely didn't have all the facts or even was fully aware of what had happened between sirius and remus. saying things like 'the boys assured me you'll be fine' and 'they said you had something that would help' - she was only getting the basic facts

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful anon #the horcrux hunt #chimaera & the wolf #the missing link #eurgh talk to me MORE i love chatting #also this means hopefully if i miss a plot hole you'll find it for me HAHAH #the missing link spoiler

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mymadmedleyw · 2 years

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Dani’s First Mother’s Day [ao3]

(in my country Mother’s Day is on the first Sunday of May, so it is for that :) )

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It was hard to put into exact words (after all, it was still weird), but no matter with whom Dani spent time, the feeling was pleasant for her. It was home, the big lettered one, what expression she just lately, being here with Dan and settling down, began to experience or get its meaning for real.

Her skills were also developing to bridge the difficulties of understanding each other with Tris. But even if the younger girl was very patient with her, and Dani was eager to learn, sometimes she could wish to quicken up her progress somehow.

Still, against the obstacles, everything with the little kid was like a second childhood (or first, after all, she didn’t have one either…). Dani loved ‘playing’ with her. Usually, they were drawing or painting, and when she asked about something, Tris signed it for her. It was going back-and-forth until ‘babysitting’ was over. But Dani never counted it as babysitting. It was time spent with her sister – or at least she considered Tris as.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor this afternoon too, and working on some new masterpieces (colouring each other’s sketches), the blonde child suddenly stood up, pulling Dani towards a drawer. The seven-year-old was apparently very eager to show her something, so then Dani followed the lead. The younger stopped at the last moment, hitting a thumb against her lips, telling her that it was a secret that now was on to reveal. Dani, understanding it, nodded, watching as the small hands got out a nicely folded paper.

Knowing Tris for a while and her talent for art, this one, even by its outside felt more special than any earlier saw works. So carefully, Dani took in her hand the precious object, opening it up as it was shown to her.

And indeed, she couldn’t deny, it was the nicest of all, spilling about numerous days spent on it. Dani could imagine Tris perfecting it more and more in her free time until the little girl was entirely satisfied with it.

In the middle of the drawing, there were two figures, both blonde-haired (representing the mother and her daughter), embracing each other lovingly and peacefully, with genuine smiles on their faces. Behind them, colourful flowers spiralled, shifting into each other: tulips, roses and water lilies… Even more types that she couldn’t know by names. Dani was speechless over the masterpiece.

“This is beautiful…” She was amazed. Her jaw seriously dropped. She just couldn’t take her eyes off from the work, examining every detail over and over again. It was mesmerising, with so much love in it…

Something nudged her, grabbing Dani after a few seconds out of the stupor that her mind had fallen into, staring at the unique work. Peeking up from the paper, Dani met with big questioning eyes. It took a moment for her to realise that she had only murmured the comment under her nose.

“Oh, right, sorry,” she cursed, puckering her brows in concentration to recall the needed gestures now to express herself adequately. “This… picture… nice. I… love… it.” Dani signed, hoping that she managed to use the right way for each word.

Tris beamed up at her compliment, taking back the paper from her and turning it around for her proudly.

Happy Mother’s Day! – it said on its back, with a bit of rough handwriting. Dani frowned at the title.

“Mother’s… Day?” she asked the girl. As far as she knew, Hannah wasn’t celebrating her birthday this month, nor did she have her name day, but… “What is Mother’s Day?”

The blonde girl stared at her with narrowed eyes, marking her as if considering whether she meant the question seriously or not. “I… I don’t know what that is,” Dani explained, too puzzled to keep the focus on signing everything.

A minute passed in quietness. Tris looked at the drawing, glancing up at her after that. Then repeated the movement until seemingly something set together in her mind. “You have no mother.”

Needing a short time to translate the signs one by one, Dani shook her head. “No, I have no mother.”

And even, as Dani was thinking about it now, she couldn’t tell if she had any figure in her life fitting for that title. His AI? Definitely not. Then Madeline, Danny’s Mom? Sure, the woman was very nice to her, but it was still bizarre, wearing the same face as the AI had.

To tell the truth, Dani tended to forget that Danny’s Mom was before and not the creation after that program. Besides, she occasionally called the woman Mrs Fenton because that felt less odd than calling her Madeline as he had referred to her, or Maddie – which was the cat in Dani’s eye.

All in all, any other possibility of having any ‘mother figure’ was ruled out over those. Just not possible.

“I’m a clone. I have no mother.” Dani reminded the girl. This fact (lacking any biological parent) strangely didn’t cause her as much emptiness as he had left in her. But Tris was fond of Hannah, which was showing. And as affectionate as this drawing was… her heart now shrank, aching, in that reminder that she was not as ordinary as Tris was. “D-A-N, not my brother. We not… family. His mother… not my mother.” Dani said before Tris could have taken a question about it.

Otherwise, she knew both Tris and Hannah were informed about them, about what she was, who Dan was, what they were for each other, and things like that, so now she really couldn’t get why Tris was trying to state something else.

Rolling her eyes and sighing, the younger kid again stood up from the floor, getting out a drawing from a lower, much hidden place, and placing it in her hand. On this one, there were three figures, and it had much darker colours than the one made for some ‘Mother’s Day’.

“Who is that?” Dani asked, pointing to the unknown third person as Tris sat back next to her.

The blonde girl was avoiding looking at the paper. Until Tris was reluctant to turn to her, Dani had enough time to examine it. Seeing the younger girl drawing odd things before, she soon realised Tris had an incredible imagination for her age, but this drawing was just creepy – for the lack of proper words to express it else. In this piece, Hannah had no face (only if she focused could Dani recognise the woman in the amorphous form). The man beside her had a spreading aura, reaching to the two other people. And then, there was the smallest person of the trio – the embodiment of Tris – almost not even there, fading into the greyness that filled out the entire scene.

“Family is not family!” Tris signed to her, gesturing angrily to press the last word. “That is my family!” The tiny fingers pointed to the much more vivid work. “Your brother is your family. You have a mother too!”

At first, Dani had never seen Tris like this before, this upset, and second… even without speeches, she could piece together the details. The figure with the toxic dark shadows looming over the other two had too much resemblance to him for Dani, being a bogey-man and being someone whom no one liked to think. But still, that didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t like Tris. Maybe Dan was her family now, and she was his family, but…

Suddenly, taking a glimpse at the heartful embrace on the other drawing, the numerous occasions came to Dani’s mind. It quickly became a habit to first check on Hannah and Tris in the past months. And only after that floating up to their apartment. She even hanged around a bit until Dan arrived home from work, and Hannah always listened to her as she talked about school (or her usual monologues complaining about Dan). Some days, Dani stayed so long that she ate dinner twice, at first done by Hannah – against what no one could resist – then home too. (She couldn’t blame herself for this cheap trick when both of them just cooked well, and she needed energy that neither of them could deny).

Thinking about it now, Dani always had a nice time with Hannah. And not just because they knew each other through Dan, they had quality times beyond that: girl’s nights, talks, doing shopping, things like that…

But so far, she had just never wondered about it before what exactly Hannah was for her. Not a sibling, like Dan was for her, but not a friend either as she was with Dan – after all, Hannah was twice her age… But then what exactly was she?

As Dani closed her eyes at this moment, imagining any older female person in her life… the only one she saw was the blonde woman and the little daily scenes with her. So maybe Hannah wasn’t her mother (but either Dan was her brother in truth) but thinking about it, perhaps she was.

Not realising she spaced out, Dani frowned at the reached out red pencil in her eyesight. “What?”

Rolling her eyes at her reaction, the younger girl took ahead of her a clear paper and eagerly started to write on it instead of Dani. The characters were yet a bit lame, but the offer behind the action meant more than the words themselves as Tris then slipped the paper to her: For Mother’s Day – Dani.

Dani just blinked ahead, feeling dumb. Then, maybe using out the little shock, the small girl collected the pencils, placing them around nicely, then tapped on the empty middle space on the paper. It was a reminder to the task that was only waiting for her to be done, but Dani was still astonished.

As much Tris was younger, as much she was out of words compared to anyone, but actually… Tris saw more than anyone was capable of. Maybe even seeing into her soul – if Dani thought about it now.

Pausing over the offered present to make, Dani, for the last time, looked at her (not official, but when anything was ‘official’ in her life) sister, taking the question. “Your mother…?”

Tris shook her head heavily, correcting the statement. “Your mother, Dani.”

Dani swallowed, recognising the sign Tris used for her. It was sister. Any other doubt that remained in her, about this whole, faded away. Now, the only problem she had to figure out what exactly to draw for Hannah.

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(Notes: I have no idea about ASL, just what I’ve learned through google and some videos, but in my mind, Tris uses certain words to refer to people. For example, she uses ‘sister’ for Dani. From getting to know Dan, he is ‘bear’ for her. Valerie - later on - will be ‘red’. Dan calls Tris ‘bunny’ (the cross-handed one).)

#danielle phantom #dani phantom #green and gold #ocs #happy mother's day 🌺

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kulturalnylunatyk · 1 year

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Extract one from Tania Skarynkina’s essay The Strangers

August rain has unexpectedly replaced the July heat. I go out intentionally without an umbrella. After the hellish heat, the wetness is pleasant. Just in case, I’ll take the dust jacket that people used to call koshówez around here. You can tell from the stress on the penultimate syllable that it is a Polish word, and that’s not surprising, because our area used to be Poland. You can tell from the stress on the penultimate syllable that it is a Polish word, and that’s not surprising, because our area used to be Poland. ‘Polschtsch’ says the older generation. I don’t know why it’s called koshowez, because it is sewn from waterproof tarpaulin. Certainly not made of kosha leather.Maybe it's a very light coat (koshuch)? In the Polish dictionary I could not find kożowiec, even the Belarusian reveals no successful search. So probably a dialectal treasure from the past. St. Augustine, one of the first authors of early Christianity, writes in his Confessions that only the past exists, the future does not exist. Incidentally, neither does the present. There is only the present of the past and the future of the past. Augustine builds his entire understanding of human culture from this. I walk through the warm rain without an umbrella and think about it. I find it hard to agree. But I do usually trust Saint Augustine.

I reach the pond in the city centre of blooming water lilies. The surface of the leaf of the yellow-pond rose is supposed to be the level of future history, so while watching the raindrops I imagine how they press the leaf of the pond rose, as details that flow into the text every day and make it heavier. Lake roses also grow in the Perawosy Pond, the village where my mother was born. All of my maternal relatives up to the fourth generation, maybe even further back, lived there. They called the pond kutok –the bracket - and pond roses bulauka - drawing pins.

Extract two from Tania Skarynkina’s essay The Strangers

When the writer Dmitri Bykov asked the actor Konstantin Raikin what Kafka’s Metamorphosis was about, I was amazed. Does a well-known writer and television presenter not know - because the question was asked in the show SSL (Shalkaja samena literatury, Lousy Literary Substitute) – does he really have no answer to this question? He honestly insisted he didn't know, so Raikin gave an answer that made my blood run cold: ‘The worst thing is when you’re not needed but exist.’ I have post-apocalyptic dreams on this subject all the time; that aliens conquer us who transform into humans. Real people with their weaknesses and romantic feelings will no longer be needed in the future. Honestly, what should real people do in a non-existent, post-apocalyptic future?

Dream No. 1

We drive through the mountains in an open car. Up serpentine bends. Maybe to a sanatorium. A light wind blows carefree faces. One more curve and there is the sea. Suddenly, as always in a dream, everything happens suddenly, there is chaos on the street. The cars behave like a herd of wild cows.Any traffic rules, someone says, have been lifted. A truck drives past with soldiers sitting in rows. Something is wrong with their faces. The faces shine in the sun as if they were made of plastic. Made of grey plastic. There is a consistent expression of self-satisfaction on every face. Disgusted and stunned, I turn away, I realise: now it’s all over. We’re going back to town. The sea is forgotten. Our happy society suddenly falls apart. I walk through town alone. I watch, as ‘these’ – that’s what I quietly call the alien occupiers – scrutinise our girls and grin disgustingly and talk about the objects of their desires. When they feel the urge to copulate, they move with giant leaps, like grasshoppers, to a small house on the outskirts. Perhaps their staff sit there and they are consulting those in power regarding these unknown physical impulses. Because among ‘these’ there are no so-called women. Their workers nimbly spread disproportionately large rolls of man-made dirt over the sidewalks and lawns. Cinema was banned. On screens that have been installed in incredible numbers across the city, cartoons drawn by someone with a worm’s imagination and artistic skills are shown. Without music and language.The figures curve in strange rhythms over the screens, their eyes are empty, painted with black paint. I stand and look and almost vomit. One of ‘these’ says behind me: ‘Nice.’ I really have to vomit. Then our little society decides to flee… half a dozen opponents of the invasion who disagree. Into the desert. Dressed like Bedouins. Let’s flee to Africa.

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artzee-bee · 3 years

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Now and for eternity| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer ( netflix)

Request:” Can you write an imagine where Lucifer’s wife is like this well known social light that owns her own luxury fashion brand and she starts receiving gifts from an obsessed secret admirer and Lucifer is unknowingly being targeted by the secret admirer who is trying to kill Lucifer in order to get the reader and Lucifer thinks it’s his father trying to ‘strike’ him down for some unknown reason until Chloe point out someone that correlates with the readers secret admirer and Lucifer’s attacker. Feeling some type away about it Lucifer decides to taunt the secret admirer by upping the PDA and romantic gestures getting a kick out in it much to Chloe’s dismay. And once the secret admirer is caught Lucifer rubs it in their face that the reader is his for now and all of eternity before showing the secret admirer his true face. ”

Genre: fluff? I guess

Warnings:death threats, stalking, attempted murder

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It wasn’t unusual to receive gifts and flowers at your office. After all, with the job you worked and the wealthy people you collaborated with, the presents simply represented one of the many perks of being a designer. Except, one friday morning, while examining a particularly beautiful bouquet of pink lilies, you noticed the little card that came with it

“I know they are some of your favorite - <3 “

Usually, work associates would leave a name. Some way for you to know that they value your work and are thinking of you (and maybe to flatter you into giving them a discount), but there was no name on this card, just a tiny heart in a glittery, pink gel pen. Pink lilies were, indeed, your favorite.

You brought the flowers home and told your husband, Lucifer, all about the mysterious gift. You had talked to your secretary and even she didn’t know where the flowers came from, since no one came to drop off lilies that morning. You presumed the sender must have simply forgotten to sign the card, and perhaps your secretary had forgotten about them, with the busy morning she’d had. You and Lucifer had a laugh, imagining the shy and anxious intern that was probably assigned the job, and the scolding they’ll get when their boss finds out about their mistake.

The next morning, a box of your favorite chocolates were waiting for you on your desk. There wasn’t any note, just the same heart, written in the same glitter pen. You dismissed it as a weird coincidence and moved on to working on your designs.

Without you knowing, this also happened to be the first time Lucifer would be faced with a very interesting note. As he was getting ready to leave the police station, he noticed a piece of yellow paper, stuck to his windshield

“Back off of Y/N. Consider this your first and last warning” no signature. Anyone in Lucifer’s place would have lost their shit, but he paid it no mind. He was the devil after all! If anyone wants to take his precious Y/N away from him, well, they can try. It would make things all the more fun. He folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before heading home.

The couple shared Y/N’s chocolates that night, talking about who this person might be. Lucifer wasn’t as amused as he had been the night before, if anything he was rather concerned but he didn’t want to say anything about the note to Y/N, because she would freak out.

Nothing really happened for the next week. Anonymous gifts stopped showing up at Y/N’s office, Lucifer didn’t get any more notes and things were falling back in their place, until the day right after Y/N’s latest photoshoot went public and viral. It was all to promote her upcoming clothing line. As soon as she walked into the office the next day, she spotted a red, velvet box, the size of a notebook, in the middle of her desk. On top of it, a note written in the same glittery pink as the other gifts

“Congratulations on your new line. Those photos are gorgeous - J.P. <3”

Inside the box was a gorgeous diamond necklace, looking like it was worth millions. If you hadn’t been concerned about the sudden apparition of all these gifts so far, you sure were now. You immediately called your husband to tell him about the mysterious jewelry, but he didn’t pick up. Unbeknown to you, he was busy ranting to detective Decker.

“I mean, not to be dramatic, detective, but the situation does feel like it’s spiralling out of control. Death threats, sure, those come every other weekend, kind of like fanmail, y’know? But actual gun shots fired at my head, well, that’s where I draw the line.” he ended with a giggle. Lucifer was leaning on Decker’s desk as she was examining the bullet casings Lucifer had brought her from his apparent ‘attempted assasination’

“Where did this happen again?” she said, not taking her eyes off of her work

“Right by that coffee shop ms. Lopez always talks about. I may have lost a bet to her the other day and have to get her coffee for the rest of the week, so I was just exiting the shop when a masked man in a dark blue BMW zoomed by, pointing his gun at me and shooting blindly. I mean, that is the most basic attemp at murder I have ever witnessed. At least make it interesting!”

“Lucifer, if someone is out for your life, it’s serious business”

“Why would it be? It’s not like I can actually die, detective! Plus, it’s probably not that deep anyways. Just, dear old dad coming after me again for no particular reason. Very characteristic of him.”

“ You’re getting ahead of yourself. Whoever sent this wants you and Y/N apart, why would your dad want that?”

“Because he’s a prick who disagrees with everything and anything that makes me happy?” Lucifer concludes with an innocent smile “And, of course, Y/N being moral, our marriage goes against the heavenly rules of the almighty, so he’s trying to break us apart, but worry not detective! Me and Y/N are stronger and more in love than ever. My father will simply have to accept that. Nothing will break us apart” he said, puffing his chest out with confidence

“That’s good to hear Lucifer, but I still think we should stay open to different possibilities”

“Oh, come on detective, that would be a waste of our time. I know my father better than anyone, believe me when I tell you this is his hand and no one else's. Case closed! Now, let’s move to the next one! Chop chop detective, murders won’t solve themselves!” Lucifer said, marching out of the precinct. Chloe rolled her eyes at her partner, before hiding the bullets and the note in her desk and going after him.

Although it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t help but notice how much more touchy Lucifer had been with you, ever since the necklace incident. He needed to touch you at all times: when you were out for coffee, at lunch, at the station, in your office, in Lux. His hand was always either around your waist or tangled in yours. You felt sort of bad, thinking he must be a little insecure with this secret admirer being after you at all times, but you wanted him to know that you loved him more than anything and that no matter what, you would never leave him for a faceless man, no matter how many pearls and chocolates he bribes you with. And so, you decided to play along with him, giving him as much attention as you could. Your visits at the station almost doubled, you always cleared your schedule to make time for him and even decided to start work later in the day than usual, so you could spend more time with him in the morning.

One afternoon, as you were enjoying your time with Decker and Lucifer during their lunch time, one of the notes from your secret admirer slipped out of your pocket. You didn’t realise it until Chloe picked it up

“Oh, I was going to throw that out”

“Where’s this from?” she asked, studying the note

“Just one of this week's gifts” you confessed awkwardly. Without a second thought, the detective reached for her drawer, pulling out another note from inside and inspecting them side by side. Eventually, she placed them both in front of Lucifer

“Notice something interesting about the writing?”

“They are remarkably similar…”

“More like identical”

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the unknown note. Your heart sank as you read it

“I’ll explain everything at home dear, I swear” Lucifer said

“You’ve received death threats because of me?”

“I’ll tell you everything at home, I promise”

“You have initials…” Decker noticed

“Yeah, ever since my photoshoot, they’re present on every package”

“What floor is your office on again?”

“5th, why?”

“How can someone enter your office every morning without anyone, not even your secretary noticing, and exit just as mysteriously?” “Unless he found a different way in” Lucifer replied

“My window” you realise “You can step out directly onto the emergency staircase from there”

“He knew when to sneak in without being seen, so he must have known your schedule like the back of his hand. Who could know?”

“The only people who know it are my secretary and Lucifer”

“A stalker?” your husband suggested

“Maybe” Decker turned quickly to her computer “I’m going to check any business owners around that neighbourhood who could have had a close shot of when you enter and exit your studio, see if any initially match the ones on the notes. We’ll go from there”

You thanked Chloe for the help and went home with Lucifer, who spent the entire car ride explaining the note to you and the events of the previous days. You were angry at him for keeping all of it away from you, but ultimately happy that he was safe. You spent the night drinking wine and rewatching all of your comfort movies, to calm your nerves.

You decided to try working from home for the next couple of days, too scared by the idea of a stranger following your every move. It was a challenging process but Lucifer did his best in helping you get accustomed to this new routine. His homemade meals could not compare to anything you would eat while in a meeting with your business associates. Plus, the company was much more delightful.

Chloe texted you, almost a week later, to come down to the station as quickly as possible. They had found the guy. You hopped into your car and when you finally arrived, Lucifer was waiting for you outside

“They found him?”

“Yes dear, they did”

“How?”

“Well, as it turns out he lived in the apartment building next door. His living room window had a great view of everything happening in your office. We’ve found a week’s worth of gifts he was planning to deliver. It’s him for sure”

“Thank you” you whispered before collapsing into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him tight

“It’s alright lovely. It’s over now. Let’s go see how the detective is handling it. I think they’re in the interrogation room now.”

From behind the glass, you watched the man that threatened your marriage and your husband's life, confess to everything. Admit to stalking you, in order to learn your schedule. Break into your office and open fire on Lucifer. More than enough to get him behind bars for a long time. Decker and Lucifer got up and were ready to leave, but your husband requested a couple of minutes alone with the man. The detective agreed, cautioning him to not do something stupid, before leaving them alone. Lucifer turned on his heels to face the man in handcuffs and you could instantly tell he was furious

“Truly an honorable try. Y/N is one of a kind, you were right about that, the only detail you missed is that, you see, she’s taken. By me” the mischievous smile on his face let you know that he was up to no good “Our bond is indestructible and it’s really laughable to think that you’ve risked so much to tear us apart when you didn’t stand a chance to begin with” Lucifer leaned over the table, now his back was facing you “Me and Y/N are, and forever will be, together. There is nothing you or anyone else can do to change that. She is mine and I am hers, now and for eternity” as his little speech came to an end, you noticed the man in handcuffs go pale with terror. He began shaking in his chair, screaming incoherently about the devil. Even tho you hadn’t see what your husband did, you could tell by the man’s reaction. You laughed to yourself, not even mad that Lucifer had used his devil face against this man. You would have done the same if you had the option.

#lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar fluff #lucifer morningstar

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nayziiz · 3 months

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Team Dynamics | LN4

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

Series Masterlist

PART 6

The crisp morning air in Rust, Baden-Württemberg, Germany carries the scent of adventure as Gemma, Lando, Max, Pietra, Oscar, Lily and some other friends arrive at the bustling Europa-Park theme park nestled within the picturesque landscape. The vibrant colours of roller coasters and the joyful laughter of visitors fill the atmosphere, creating a lively backdrop for what promises to be a day full of excitement.

As the group disperses into smaller clusters to explore the various attractions, Lando finds himself instinctively drawn to Gemma's side. Dressed in casual yet stylish attire, they blend seamlessly with the vibrant surroundings of Europa-Park. His sunglasses and cap keeps him hidden enough from drawing attention from potential fans as he hopes to enjoy the day with his friends. The air is filled with the scent of popcorn, cotton candy, and the distant sounds of joyful screams from roller coasters.

Gemma, her eyes sparkling with excitement, leads the way towards the heart-pounding rides. Lando, falling into step beside her, can’t help but feel the energy of the theme park amplifying their shared anticipation. The thrumming pulse of adventure hangs in the air. Max and Pietra follow closely behind the pair.

“Ready for some adrenaline-pumping fun?” Lando queries as he leans down to Gemma’s ear so she could hear him clearly.

“Absolutely! I've heard the roller coasters here are incredible.” Gemma nods, a mix of excitement and a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

“They are.” Lando replies with a confident smile.

As they wander towards the towering roller coasters, the chatter of the surrounding crowd and the distant echoes of screams intensifies. Gemma steals a glance at Lando, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Any particular ride you're excited about?” She asks him, trying to get a glimpse into his thoughts as he studies the rides around them.

“Well, I've heard the Silver Star is a must-try. How about we start with that one?” Lando suggests.

“Sounds perfect.” Gemma agrees. She subtly moves closer to Lando, their arms brushing against each other. As they join the line for the Silver Star, the anticipation grows deep inside Gemma’s stomach. Gemma can't help but laugh nervously. “I hope I'm not going to regret this.”

“Trust me, it's going to be amazing. And if it gets too intense, just grab onto my arm. I've got you.” Lando reassures her with a playful wink.

“Deal.” Gemma agrees as her hand wraps around his bicep as the group bunches up in the line.

The line for the Silver Star moves steadily, and soon enough, Gemma and Lando find themselves stepping onto the loading platform. The sleek silver coaster stands tall against the backdrop of the theme park, its twists and turns visible from where they stand.

As they settle into their seats, the restraint clicking into place, Gemma suddenly grows visibly nervous. Lando, beside her, shoots her an encouraging smile.

“It’s OK. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Lando, once again, reassures her.

“Lando, I swear if I die today, I will haunt you for the rest of your life.” She threatens him.

Lando simply chuckles at her melodramatic reaction as they wait for the ride to start. The Silver Star climbs the initial ascent, the clanking sound of the chain pulling them upward filling the air. Gemma steals a glance at Lando, who winks at her. The panoramic view of Europa-Park unfolds beneath them, a breathtaking spectacle of vibrant colours and bustling activity.

Then, with a sudden rush, the coaster plunges, hurtling down a steep drop that sends their stomachs into a delightful free fall. Gemma struggles to contain her laughter, the wind whipping through her ponytail as they race through a series of twists and turns. Lando's reassurance echoes in her mind, and she finds herself grabbing onto his hand in moments of exhilaration.

The coaster roars through inversions, corkscrews, and loops, each element delivering a surge of adrenaline. Gemma's initial nervousness gives way to pure excitement, and she and Lando share laughter and cheers as they navigate the thrilling track.

As the Silver Star approaches the final stretch, gradually slowing down, Gemma can't wipe the grin off her face. Exiting the ride, their hearts still racing, they join the rest of the group with animated stories of their adventure on the Silver Star. As they stroll away from the coaster, Lando glances down at Gemma, his eyes catching hers with a shared sense of accomplishment and joy.

“That was amazing.” Gemma said, a newfound confidence in her voice.

“Told you. You just need to put a little faith in me.” Lando quips, her hand still firmly attached to his bicep as she follows him through the crowd.

The group decide to explore the rest of the heart-pounding roller coasters that twists and turns with gravity-defying grace. Lando remains close to Gemma, his protective demeanour more evident with each passing moment. His watchful eye tracks their every step ensuring Gemma feels secure in the midst of the exhilarating chaos.

The day unfolds with a series of laughter-filled adventures, from log flume rides to whimsical carousels. In the bustling food court, surrounded by the enticing aroma of various treats, Lando keeps a watchful eye on Gemma, guiding her through the crowd with a gentle touch when needed.

Lando's gaze meets Gemma's, a silent exchange in the midst of the spectacle. There's an unspoken connection, a shared understanding that goes beyond the colourful lights. Gemma, caught in the moment, almost anticipates another kiss, but Lando surprises her.

As evening approaches and the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the theme park, the group gathers for a spectacular fireworks display. Lando, ever the protective presence, ensures Gemma has the perfect view, standing beside her with an arm casually draped around her shoulder.

Instead of closing the gap with a kiss, he draws her in further, his arm enveloping her shoulders as she wraps her arms around his body. Gemma leans into the comforting embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the day's shared adventures. As they stand together, the echo of the fireworks slowly dissipating, Gemma's thoughts drift back to their kiss outside the hotel a few weeks prior – a pivotal moment that sparked something deeper between them.

Lando, sensing the undercurrents, chooses a different form of intimacy. His head rests gently against hers, creating a shared space for reflection. Gemma feels a mixture of emotions – a desire for closeness, an anticipation of what might come next, and a subtle yearning for the kiss that doesn't materialise.

In Lando's world, the struggle is evident. His heart beats with the desire to deepen their connection, to express the unspoken words between them. Yet, he respects Gemma's boundaries, the line she drew after their kiss in the car. The night air hums with unspoken tension, a delicate dance of longing and restraint. As the echoes of the grand finale fade into the night, Gemma and Lando remain wrapped in each other's arms.

Oscar and Lily exchange glances as they notice Gemma and Lando sharing a quiet moment under the post-fireworks sky. The air is charged with a palpable tension, and the subtle nuances between the two do not escape their watchful eyes.

“Have you noticed Gemma and Lando? There's something different about them tonight.” Lily leans towards Oscar and whispers.

“Do you think they're, you know, together?” Oscar, equally observant but more laid-back in demeanour, smirks and replies.

“Maybe they're just enjoying each other's company. But it does feel like there's a spark, doesn't it? I mean, that Silver Star ride? The way Lando's been hovering around Gemma all day?” Lily raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You might be onto something. They've got chemistry, for sure.” Oscar nods thoughtfully.

“Mark my words, something's brewing.” Lily sighs as she and Oscar glance back at Gemma and Lando, seemingly unaware of the eyes on them.

#f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fic #lando norris smut #mclaren #mclaren f1 #formula one #lando norris x oc

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sips---tea · 3 years

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Yandere alphabet for Severus

Warning: Yandere

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Severus shows his love through looks, long and tight hugs, potions he makes just for you and being more gentle toward you. Because Severus is not the best at showing love and affection, it will not get very intense, only if he is feeling very emotional which only happens sometimes.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Severus would do anything for you, he would use sectumsempra, bleeding someone who wants to hurt you and come home, blood dripping from his clothes and hair, both his and the person's. No matter who it is, a fellow death eater, a muggle, he will do whatever it takes to protect you

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Severus would treat you well, he loves you so much that he wishes to keep you for himself. He would only hurt your feelings if he was angry and would not know better, not having someone as close as you before. He will not understand if he hurt your feelings, however, he would feel angry with himself if he hurt you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Sometimes Severus will slip potions into your food or drinks to make you feel better or make you well if you are ill. Apart from that, Severus would not do anything against your will.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

At the start, Severus is very closed and will not tell you anything about his past. However, as time goes on, Severus will tell you everything about his childhood, trauma and past.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Severus would feel sad and be angry that you would not want to stay with him. He would consider slipping a love potion into your food to keep you docile for him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Severus doesn't really enjoy you trying to escape, it hurts him, as he has a terrible fear of abandonment. He would be angry and give you the silent treatment and might slip potions into your food or drink.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

The silent treatment. Severus is very good at giving you the silent treatment and sometimes you don't even know why. This will make you feel even more alone than you have ever been, Severus not listening if you ask for help, food or water until you beg for his forgiveness.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Severus just wants you to stay with him, your future is with him. You are his, his stress relief, his love. The future is unknown and he will take one step at a time with you

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Severus gets jealous, although he does not say. Severus will, with his worry of being abandoned will stare at a person who is the reason for the jealousy, anger in his eyes. If you reciprocate, Severus will give you the silent treatment for as long as he sees fit.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Severus acts more gentle around you, he lets go of his walls to protect himself and he melts into your person.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He was awkward to approach you, meeting you in school, you became friends, however, you lost contact. When you become a professor at Hogwarts, Severus is even more awkward but approaches you with memories of school.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Inside, Severus is quite sad and needs someone to be with like you. He can open up to you, show his kinder and gentler side which he hides to protect himself from those who want to hurt him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Silent treatment, Severus can not talk to you or even react to your voice if you have been bad. This makes you frustrated and angry at Severus, however, he will not talk until he believes it is right. Severus will also if you agree, with sex, tying you up and fucking you until you apologise and spew forgiveness from your quivering mouth.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many, he will want to make sure that you do not leave him or hurt him. The ring which he have you has a little tracker inside so he knows where you are so he can make sure you are safe and not in places you should not be.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

It depends, on some things like your worries he is very patient, however, if you get annoyed at him, don't do as he says or try to leave, Severus is not at all patient with you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

It will be hard for Severus to move on. Like with Lily, he will feel his heartbreak in two. He will spend a lot of time grieving and being unable to believe that you are gone.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Slightly, however, he believes that you being with him is more important than you being free and without him.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His childhood, worry of isolation and people leaving him. Therefore, he wants to make sure that you will always stay with him by taking you to be his.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Severus will not know what to do, having never have had to look after someone who is giving off these emotions. He will at first withdraw from you and then, when you do not stop will hold you until you stop.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Severus does not show how in love he is with you, he keeps it inside him and only shows it after a while of you two being together.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

When he gives you the silent treatment, he will not even look at you, allowing you to escape from him. He also gives you freedoms, and if you take the ring off he would find it harder to find you.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

In sex he will bite you, but apart from that, Severus would not want to hurt you, he adores you and would never want to see you hurt, especially by himself.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Severus adores you, your kindness and personality being a draw for him. He wishes to keep you and have your love all to himself, therefore he will very much revere you as a perfect and beautiful being which he wishes to keep as his.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Years and years. Severus is not good at understanding his emotions and it will take him a while to take you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He may, when he is taken up entirely by emotion, then when he realises what he has done he will break himself by the emotion of what he did to you. He will try and make you better and happy again with him.

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starglitterz · 3 years

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Quill!! Congrats on 300 followers!! You totally deserve this milestone and your event is completely amazing! You're so creative and talented!! 🎉💗

Can I have a chocolate pudding with caramel and whipped cream?? I'd love to eat it with Zhongli.. right after I finish working at the flower shop. ♡

AHAHDSJASKJDKSD THANK UUU BLISS <33 you're way too kind, ilysm ! back at u for sure tho bestie, ur so cool and creative too >_< /g /p

request; zhongli fluff, jealousy, flower shop modern au

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

( @blisschi )

zhongli.

the shop bell dings softly as zhongli enters, ducking his head slightly to fit through the door. soft lo-fi music filters through the concealed speakers, and the wonderful fragrance of fresh flowers wafts into zhongli's nose as he strolls in, instantly feeling a wave of serenity wash over him. your flower shop has always been a place of peace for him, a refuge where he can hide from his hectic schedule and busy days packed with consultations, not to mention his chaotic boss hu tao. and besides being zhongli's nepenthe, the flower shop holds what he holds closest to his heart and treasures with his entirety - you.

zhongli is jolted out of his thoughts by the sight of some other man in front of you, clasping your hands excitedly and pumping them up and down in a very aggressive handshake. the man's wild ginger hair sticks up in all directions, and his ocean blue eyes are filled with joy as he thanks you profusely. "it's no problem, really. i mean it is my job to help customers find exactly what they need," you reply with a pleasant smile, ringing up his total and giving him the change. the peculiar man cups a bouquet of blood-red roses in his hands, hefting it to collect the extra coins before saluting you, "thanks comrade, i owe you one! i'll be back again tomorrow~" he completely ignores zhongli as he walks out, far too engrossed in humming an off-key tune to himself.

zhongli's brows furrow - he isn't exactly sure what he's feeling right now, but it sure isn't happiness, and it's more so anger directed towards that stranger for having the sheer audacity to touch you. you were his, and he was aware of how beautiful you were, and that just made him even less inclined to share you. upon making eye contact with you though, his expression softens, and he presses a kiss on your forehead, "good afternoon, my beloved." "hi, zhongli!" you beam warmly, and zhongli thinks that he could compare the radiance of your smile to the sun breaking out from behind the clouds.

"y/n, who was that man from earlier?" your boyfriend queries, trying his best to seem only innocent and inquisitive, not raging with envy. however, nothing gets past your alertness, so you shoot him a quizzical glance but answer anyway, "just a customer. i think his name was childe? why, do you know him?" zhongli recoils slightly from your question, brain working at the speed of light to think up some excuse, while also planning if he could ask master hu tao to reserve a coffin for someone named childe, "nothing, beloved. just curiosity, i suppose."

"zhongli~" you draw out the syllables of his name teasingly, stepping out from behind the counter, "could it be that perhaps... you're jealous?" a lightbulb seems to go off in zhongli's head as he realises that's how to describe the feeling that's threatening to swallow him whole, the feeling that makes him want to pepper you with kisses till your head spins and you don't have eyes for anyone else. "...i think you're right, y/n," zhongli admits, his golden eyes flickering up to yours with a hint of uncertainty.

a huge playful grin stretches across your cheeks, and you skip over to your boyfriend before hugging him tightly, "aw, zhongli! you know i'd never leave you." "i do indeed, my beloved. but the reassurance does no harm," he smiles at you, tilting his head to capture your lips in a kiss. but then, you say, "also, the guy from earlier was so thrilled because i still had a stock of lilies, which were his boyfriend's favourite flower." zhongli's eyes widen in surprise, and embarrassment paints itself all over his features, "ah. i am rather ashamed."

"perhaps it's time to buy some peonies from me then."

"y/n, if i had the mora, i most definitely would."

quill speaks !

HIII BLISS I HOPE U ENJOYED READING THIS AHAHA

also for the last bit of dialogue, peonies represent shame in flower language LOL that's why i specified it as peonies

me when it has zero impact on the plot or general story but i add childe and chaeya into the drabble:

IT IS CHAEYA OKAY LILIES R KAEYAS FAVOURITE FLOWER *sobs*

quill write a childe fic without mentioning zhongli and a zhongli fic without mentioning childe challenge

but anyways!

i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

( @love-impact )

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