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smusherina · 1 month

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yard work - chapter 4 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): homophobia becomes a central theme. mention of a close dead relative. internalized misogyny.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You were sitting on the grass under the bleachers when Janis 'Imi'ike came up to you.

"I'm not selling right now." You said, suspecting she was here to see about buying alcohol or something. You had a contact and made a small bit in commissions around the school selling stuff.

"I'm- what? What're you selling?" Oh, well, guess not then.

"Nothing." You didn't want to incriminate yourself. It was bad enough you were smoking a cigarette right this moment. You took another drag. Usually, you didn't smoke during school but today was turning out to be a shittier day than usual.

"I'm not a nark, I could-" She seemed to shake herself. "Anyway. Why did you come to school with Regina today?"

"You saw that?" You inquired, alarmed but making an attempt to hide it.

"Yes. Now, why?"

"We live on the same street. Her car was having issues." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"How'd you know her car was having issues?" She did not seem inclined to just let it go. It was beginning to annoy you.

"Because I fix it from time to time. Like I said, we live on the same street. We're not friends or anything." While you didn't like lying, especially not when you yourself were bitter about it, protecting Regina's rep was more important.

"I think that's a lie. We went to the same middle school for a while. You were close back then." She accused, crouching to be at level with you. You were officially annoyed now.

"You used to be close too." You took another drag and, noticing your cig was on its last leg, stamped it on the ground. "And how'd that turn out?"

Janis gritted her teeth. "Not well."

"Exactly." You gave her a tight, snarky smile and stood up. "Bye."

"Wait a minute!" She jogged after you as you made for the school building. "I'm not done!"

"I think you are." You called back, hastening your step. "There's nothing for us to talk about, Janis."

"Dude! You're being a huge dick right now." Janis caught up to you, gesturing as if she were offended. "Why are you so touchy?"

"I'm not touchy, I'm pissed that a stranger is getting all up in my business." You informed her curtly. "Lay off."

She held her hands up in surrender, an infuriating smirk on her face. "What business do you have with Regina?"

You halted and dropped your backpack on the ground. "What is your problem?" You advanced on her, not exactly squaring up but still getting a little too close for comfort.

"Woah, protective, aren't you?" She wasn't intimidated in the least. That only angered you more. "Has she ditched Cady already and found a new pet?"

"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth." You said as menacingly as you could.

"We could help each other out, y'know." She said, playing innocent.

"Why would I help you with anything?"

"Because she hurt both of us." You had to agree with that, however reluctantly. "I want revenge. She needs to go down." Now, that you did not agree with.

"What do you mean?" If they were planning a coup or something, you needed to get the details. You wouldn't be putting up with that shit.

"Cady's gotten an in with the Plastics." You'd never liked that stupid nickname Janis insisted on using. "She's still on the fence about them, but it's only a matter of time before I'm proven right."

"You've infiltrated the popular girl group like 007, great, because Regina wronged you somehow in middle school? Grow up." You rolled your eyes and picked up your backpack.

"She outed me, you douche!" She exclaimed before probably even thinking about it. Realizing what she'd said, she glanced around warily. Nobody was nearby since you were away from the courtyard.

Okay. Well. That made this a lot more complicated. You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was the exact reason you hung around skaters and stoner-wannabes. At least their drama was about graffiti and who had the good kush, not about whatever the fuck this was. You weren't aware you were living in a teen drama.

"Okay." You breathed in deeply. You did not want to be involved, no matter how justified Janis could've been. However, you needed information if you wanted to get in the way. "What've you got?"

A mean grin nearly split her face. Then, in just a second, it melted away. "You won't tell anybody, right? About, uh, that earlier-"

"I sell drugs behind the school, dude." You put it flatly. "You have more flak on me."

"True." She conceded. "So..."

Their plans weren't very well constructed, to be fair. Janis wanted to prove to Cady that Regina was a bitch, her words, and that was sort of just a waiting game. In the meantime, they were collecting information. So far they'd found out about the Burn Book, supposedly a scrapbook that Regina and her friends had filled with mean things about everybody at Northshore. Staff and teachers included. Apparently, Cady hadn't had much time to peruse it, so neither Janis nor you were in it for all she knew.

The concept made you nervous. You could very well be in that book and Cady just hadn't seen it. If everybody was in it, including nobodies like Mary Stigson and Amber D'Alessio, the chance was incredibly high.

You didn't even know what she could've written about you. Over the years you'd shared incredibly vulnerable bits of information with her. She'd shared with you too, but you weren't in any position to weaponize her secrets. You'd been through embarrassing moments that just the two of you knew of, had seen each other cry and rage and experience all sorts of overwhelming emotions, had made it through mortifying tweenhood phases together.

Regina could've written your whole life story, the nastiest highlights at least, without breaking a sweat.

You were like a zombie for the rest of the day. Barely paying attention in class, twirling a pencil in your fingers listlessly as whatever teacher went on and on. You looked up when a sharp, female voice called your name. You apologized to Ms Norbury and pretended to start working.

Calculus class, huh? You looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. You met eyes with Cady Heron. She quickly turned back to her work, writing numbers furiously. So Janis had told her about their new accomplice. Of course, you had every intention to tattle first thing once you talked to Regina again.

You knew she wouldn't want to be seen leaving with you, so you shot her a text that you'd be behind the bleachers waiting. You were her ride, after all. It would've been rude to leave her.

Relaxing somewhere quiet and alone wasn't too bad. You lifted your headphones over your ears and put on a Nirvana CD. Just this morning Regina had called you 'a hobo with a liking for grunge', or something along those lines. You did so love proving her right.

You lit a cigarette in honour of Kurt and closed your eyes. Something about this day, the utterly exhausting events, made you desperate to feel some release. Ever since dropping Regina off, you'd been a fucking mess. Janis having seen the whole thing and then coming to conspire against Queen Bee hadn't helped. You wished things could be spelt out for you.

Did Regina like you? Yes or no. You knew it wasn't that simple, that things weren't simple for her like they were for you. You liked her and so it was easy to let her walk all over you. You liked her so, of course, you sided with her even when Janis and you had a camaraderie. You liked her and so you chose not to think about the horrible thing she'd done to Janis.

Was it only a matter of time before she'd use that secret against you, too? Did it hang above your head even now?

"Hey, loser, stub the cig and let's get outta here. I'm sick of this joint."

"Who taught you to talk like that?" You opened your eyes and looked up at Regina. "Certainly not your father."

"What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." She offered her hand to pull you up. "C'mon. I have a nail appointment to get to."

You hauled yourself up with her help. Over-balancing a little bit you tipped into her space, and for a moment there you breathed the same air. You took a hasty step back and tuned back into the conversation.

"And- and how're you gonna get there?" You already knew.

"We don't have enough time to go to mine first, so..." She smiled sweetly at you, getting that calculating look in her eye as she grabbed your arm and pulled it close to her chest. Looking up at you through her lashes, long nails stroking down your forearm, a smile so alluring it was evil on her face, she knew she had you. You couldn't say no.

Gulping, you inclined your head. "I'll take you."

"Thanks, babe." And with that, she pressed her purse into your arms to carry and skipped ahead.

Fuck. Fuck. You closed your eyes and fought off a groan. You'd almost forgotten the crush you'd nursed for her back then. It hadn't ever left, you knew that much, but it hadn't smacked you in the face quite like this before. You were familiar with moments that made your heart beat fast, scenarios that played on a loop in your head, and dreams you could never really make sense of. Now, though, hearing her call you babe and the physical reaction it evoked, there was no plausible explanation other than the obvious fact: You had a crush on Regina George.

You knew—knew—that it was hopeless. There was no world in which you and Regina could be a thing. Or maybe there was, but that was a pipe dream you'd do no good in entertaining. Your dad didn't care about who you dated, but you were sure he would be none too pleased. Regina's dad was a whole other case. He was way stricter than your dad, though just as distant.

You'd done this before. It would be fine. Admittedly, back when you'd been actively crushing on Regina you had been twelve and under. Back then you'd still tolerated skirts and girly hairstyles. Back then it'd been socially acceptable to cling to your friend like a koala, kiss her cheeks and hold her hand. If you tried that shit now, especially looking like you did, it would not slide.

(You'd been called slurs around the halls before. While you didn't generate much rumours or hubbub, you knew that you existed in people's peripherals in a certain way. They'd snidely ask if you liked the Ellen Show. Make vile hand gestures at you when you passed by. Garry Fort, resident church boy and social outcast, had even offered to pray for you. You had refused.)

"Jorts! Get a move on!" Regina shouted, a good distance away.

"Yeah yeah," You muttered, but picked up the pace.

"What took you so long?" She asked as she settled into the front seat.

"Lost in thought, I guess." Waxing melancholy about how we could never be together, sweetums. You opted not to say that. "So, where's this appointment?"

"Just drive to town, I'll give instructions."

"Sure thing." You bit your lip and tapped your fingers on the steering wheel. You hadn't had your licence for long but you'd been driving for much longer than that. You were a good driver. Back when you'd been young enough for your dad to feel obligated to spend time with you, he'd taken you to some backroads and taught you. Then, when that stopped, you'd done it illegally. Hey, girls gotta keep busy somehow.

"What's on your mind?" Regina asked, breaking the silence that'd turned uncomfortable.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." You swallowed. "How was your day?"

"How was my day, seriously?" She turned her body to face you, arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. "What is it?"

You tried to think of something to say. You didn't want to ruin her whole day by revealing she had a spy, of all things. You'd planned on waiting a little bit before telling her. You would've maybe taken her for a ride and then gently broken the news.

So, that was a bust.

"Cady Heron is spying on you. She's retelling everything you're doing together with Gretchen and Karen to Janis and her friend Damien Leigh." You blurted it all out. "I was smoking in my usual spot and she just came up to me. And, uh, recruited me. Apparently, she saw you leave my car this morning."

"What?" Regina screeched, face slack with shock as well as strained with fear, panic, and all sorts of jumbled emotions. "Did anybody else see?"

"I don't know!" Your shoulders lifted all the way up to your ears in a panicked shrug. Her emotions were rubbing off on you and you did not like it. "Did people act weird around you today?"

"No," She paused to think. "No, everything was fine. Karen liked my top."

"You mean my top?" You corrected.

"Whatever." Regina looked out of the window contemplatively. "Are you plotting against me?"

You rolled your eyes, and took your sights off the road for a second to shoot her a look. "If I was, would I be telling you?"

"I dunno, I vividly remember you being sorta stupid."

"Wow, thanks, Reg, that's high praise coming from you. Only sorta."

"Shut up. You're so annoying." She unfolded her arms and leaned back in the seat. "Cady Heron. A spy."

"Janis told me, and I quote: "She needs to go down." Which was pretty dramatic in my opinion." Regina didn't say anything. "I mean, we're in high school."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina inspected her nails. Pretty acrylics, sharp and lethal, decorated with gems and swirls. A little grown out, sure, but still in perfect condition.

"I just mean that..." You thought about what you wanted to say. "Y'know, on average women in America die, like, between seventy and eighty years old. We're less than a quarter of that right now. Five years from now, I bet the problems we have now will seem stupid and insignificant. And then five years, or ten, from that, the issues then will look the same way."

"Morbid." She turned to look at you. You couldn't tell what her expression was like, in the middle of changing lanes to pass a car going way under the limit. "Are you always this philosophical?"

"I could be. If you wanted me to be." You wondered if that edged a little too close to flirty.

"No. It's insufferable." You didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't fucking care about the grand scheme of things. My problems aren't stupid or insignificant now, so it's no fucking use thinking, oh, it'll all be fine with time! Well, it won't be, if I don't do something right now." She ranted, waving her hands as she did. "And I will argue that women die much earlier than that."

"It's a statistic, Reg-"

"No, women die at menopause at the latest. They get sad, saggy and undesirable and they die." She said with such conviction that it shook you. "When you stop being beautiful, it's all over."

"Regina, that's..." Wrong. Incorrect. A horrible way to think. "I don't think that's true."

"Women like my mom have nothing to offer. When dad stopped wanting her and started looking elsewhere, when she stopped being asked out at the grocery store and they started asking me, when Kylie poked at her flab and asked what her stretch marks were, she died."

Listening to her talk like that, about her mom nonetheless, was heartbreaking. Still, you couldn't help getting angry. "Your mom is alive and well, Reg. Your dad cheating isn't her fault, it's him being an awful human being. Being asked out at the grocery store isn't like receiving a fucking Nobel prize. Flab and stretch marks are what you did to her body. What Kylie did to her body." You bit your lip when it started wobbling. You bit down harshly to stop it.

You continued even when your voice crackled. "My mom's always gonna be young and beautiful. She's gonna always gonna have smooth, wrinkle-free skin. I won't get to ask about her flab or stretch marks. Not ever." Regina was quiet. You could feel her eyes on you. "You don't get to complain about growing old. Mrs George's been like a mom to me, you know that, so don't fucking insult her in front of me. You can get all the botox and surgeries you want, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to that shit."

"Sorry." She said, quietly. She'd never been good at apologies.

"It's fine." You wiped at your eyes. "I'm sorry for freaking out."

"No, it's... That was stupid." She mostly muttered, now sunken into the seat.

You shouldn't have raved at her like that. Unpacking all that she said would've been much easier with a clear head. Now you were both stuck in this tension. Tears drying on your cheeks and snot in your nose, you wished things would be easier. You wished Regina had never been taught to think like she did, that she'd see herself like you saw her.

"I think you'll still be pretty when you're forty." You put it out there, going for casual.

"You don't have to lie." She huffed, assuredly rolling her eyes.

"I'm not lying. I don't think a few wrinkles are enough to ruin your face."

"I'm not gonna get wrinkles. By the time I'm old enough to get them, there's gonna be technology to prevent signs of ageing entirely."

You laughed at that. "Are you gonna pioneer that?"

"You think I'd be smart enough?"

"I think you're very intelligent, Regina."

"Hm." You could tell she was pleased, though she was looking away. "Take left here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Notes: I'm writing these abnormally fast. Usually, I'm a total sloth with these things. I guess the instant gratification of notes really is addicting. If I suddenly drop off, I promise I didn't die I just ran out of steam.

I have no idea how long this series will be. I have a general outline and character arcs going in my head, but I'm purposefully not drafting anything. I've noticed that when I plan too much I just feel like I've already written the story and don't wanna put any of the work in. So, with this method, though it has its flaws, I won't get bored of my own ideas!

Also, just to sort of put it out there in writing, they're meant to be flawed characters. OC might be self-aware to a point, but she too has her shortcomings. While Regina's more obviously flawed, neither of them are saints. They're teenagers with shitty home lives, they're gonna be fucked up. That also includes Janis and Cady. They're all dumb teenagers with unresolved issues.

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#mean girls #mean girls 2004 #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #regina george x oc #regina george x you #regina george x ofc #mean girls x reader #reader insert #wlw #lesbian regina george #mean girls musical #janis imi'ike #janis ian #fic: yard work

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sinfullyrosey · 2 years

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The sheer contrast between Mrs. Rosehearts and Ms. Spade’s response to their son being sexually active tho.

Mrs. Rosehearts: You stole my son’s virginity!

Y/N: Sorry, won’t happen again, ma’am.

vs.

Ms. Spade: I heard you and my son have been getting rather intimate lately. Is this true?

Y/N, nervous: I, u-uh, yes Ms. Spade, we have…

Ms. Spade, smiling: Oh, well then be sure to be safe. I have condoms if you need any, along with pills, and snacks if either of you get hungry.

Y/N, embarrassed but appreciative: Y-yes ma’am, of course! T-thank you!

Like, Mrs. Rosehearts just doesn’t approve of the relationship at all and doesn’t want her son to be distracted from his academics. Meanwhile, Ms. Spade is the kind of mother to offer cookies (and condoms) to her son and his partner when they spend the night over, knowing darn well they got intimate (they think she doesn’t know, but mama Spade knows). She’s just glad to see he’s found someone that makes him happy and wants to be sure they’re practicing safe sex. Mama Rosehearts just believes in outdated ideas of celibacy till marriage, like the nark that she is.

Actually, hang on, I gotta get Grandma Bucchi and Granny Felmier in on this ‘cause they’d have similar ways of handling this with Ruggie and Epel too!

Both women are stern, but understanding with their grandsons, allowing them to make their own decisions, bu~ut also putting emphasis on not getting an STD or getting their partner pregnant (if said partner is capable of doing so). Both emphasized consent and respect towards their partner and put the fear of the Great Seven into those boys to make sure they’d follow these precautions.

Grandma Bucchi: So help me Ruggie, you better be using a condom! If you bring another mouth to feed that we can’t afford into this household I am tanning your hide! And you! *Points to Fem!Y/N*

Fem!Y/N, pointing to self: M-me?

Grandma Bucchi: You better be on the pill missy! I know darn well that if Ruggie can’t afford a baby, you sure as the savannah is hot can’t either! You understand me?!

Ruggie and Y/N: Yes ma’am!

Granny Felmier: Epel, are you ‘n Y/N sexually active?

Epel, used to this by now: Yes, ma’am.

Granny Felmier: Are you using protection?

Epel: Yes, ma’am.

Granny Felmier: Every time?

Epel, sighing: Yes, ma’am.

Granny Felmier: Don’t get snippy with me boy. Is your partner on the pill?

Epel: Grandma! I promise you, we’re being careful! So please, enough with the questions!

Granny Felmier: Good. But I am still expecting some grandbabies in the future.

Epel, flustered: Grandma!

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Suggestive #Riddle Rosehearts X Reader #Deuce Spade X Reader #Ruggie Bucchi X Reader #Epel Felmier X Reader #I'm not tagging the mamas and grannies sorry :/#if I ever reference them again in the future then maybe I will #GN!Reader #Fem!Reader

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saturniidaess · 4 months

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I need people to understand something. No one sees my vision. No one. Nark works because of how Taylor would react. (this is super long btw) (yes i have made a post about this, but i feel the need to go into more detail lmao)

Like imagine this, Nick and Lark start going out and Lark is trying to keep it on the down low, but Nicki just, isnt that good at that so Taylor notices right away. So he starts trying to figure out whats happening because to him Nick and Lark are enemies, they obviously can't be dating, and he just comes up with more and more insane theories. He eventually gets Normal in on it who at first is just going along because he gets to hang out with his friend, but eventually just tells Taylor 'hey I think your dad is dating my uncle' and Taylor is in to deep now. he doubles down that they are plotting something.

Than Nick figures out that Taylor is just, going insane, and comes clean that him and Lark are dating and that its not really something they want to talk about with other people because well, Lark is Lark. Taylor is, again, in too deep and refuses to actually believe they are a thing. So he goes up to Scary and Linc and is like 'my dad and Lark are obviously up to something, and its even more clear now that my dad tried to throw me off his trail by saying him and Lark are dating. But my dad would never date his enemy. so clearly they are up to no good and we need to stop them' and Scary is like 'Nick has flirted with him before in front of us, so I think they are just boyfriends' and Linc is like 'oh wow, I didn't really know what was up with them, but this actually does clear things up' and Taylor spends the next two months trying to get them to understand that no, his dad is not dating Lark.

and eventually Linc tells his dad about it, trying to get advice on how to get Taylor to drop it, but he words it poorly because he doesnt want to tell his dad that Nick and Lark are dating, but than his dad thinks that one of his friends is like an aliens-built-the-pyramids-and-also-had-children-with-humans sorta guy so Linc just ends up spilling the beans and than his dad promises not to tell anyone about it and gives him semi-decent advice. But this causes Linc to feel bad because this means that everyone but Lark's brother knows about Lark and Nicks relationship, so him and Scary tell Sparrow who is chill with it because he already knew Lark and Nick where dating, but then ends up telling Lark because clearly Taylor is not taking this well.

So Lark ends up sitting down with Taylor and is like 'hey kid, listen, yes me and your dad where plotting an evil scheme (they literally weren't) but we fell in love along the way and now we are boyfriends, alright?' and Taylor is like 'i was right! But....I know you might still be up to something...I'm keeping my eye on you' and would generally act suspicious around him but at least, you know, actually believed they where dating.

#words #long post #dndads s2 #dndads season 2 #idk what else to tag this as #also i will not be making this into a fanfic

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watchingyoufromthestars · 1 month

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the appeal of gun control is (to me) the absolute comedy of terry being immune to larks bullshit in a way that pulls them together- it’s basically the other half of the nark mischaracterization to me grant/lark is the toxic yaoi making each other miserable pairing but terry/lark is the i can fix him i can make him worse pairing if that makes any sense. also hiiii waves at you cutely

Oooh yes I do see the appeal in that. And definitely I feel like the “I can fix him/make him worse” is people try to write nark if that’s what you meant. I know we’ve already done a whole rant on twitter but there’s seems to be a running theme of Nicky trying to ‘save’ Lark in some way idk I’d still have to go back and reread all the nark fics to be able to comment on my issue with it properly but I don’t want to do that. But I can see that trope working better with Terry!

Also hi waves back at you

#caden asks #dndads #dungeons and daddies #lark oak #terry jr stampler

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fanartandfanfiction · 9 months

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Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! I LOVE getting requests. They’re always welcome and I enjoy this challenge. This one was outside my comfort zone, an angsty fic featuring Sebastian! I think it turned out well.

I’ll Never Stop Fighting For You

She’d made a mistake. That was clear now. But it was too late.

“What do you intend to do with it?” She was back under the school, looking at professor fig. Sweet professor fig, the man who’d mentored her, taken her under his wing.

“No one needs this much power. If I leave it here, how long will it be before another genocidal maniac tries to take it?”

His face fell as he absorbed the meaning of her words. “You can’t.”

“I have to!” She screamed at him. “Never again! This ends now!” The memory became flooded with red. She saw Fig’s face twist up in horror.

“NO!” She bolted upright in the bed, her whole body shaking and sweating.

“CHRIS! What’s wrong?” Sebastian bolted up beside her. She’d given up sleeping in her dorm. They’d unofficially moved into the undercroft. Ominis understood that she couldn’t sleep alone and gave them their space.

“I’m fine.” She gasped, her breathing labored.

“Chris, it’s alright, I’m here with you.”

“I SAID I’M FINE!” Sebastian saw her eyes flash red for a moment. It was happening too often.

“Ok.” He said quietly.

“I need some air.”

“Chris, it’s two AM, I don’t think-“ he stopped when he saw her hazy red glare. “Be careful.”

Christina changed out of her pajamas and grabbed her cloak and her wand. She stomped out of the undercroft and began heading for the nearest exit.

“Chris, you’ve gotta stop doing this. I can’t overlook it anymore.” She heard Leander’s voice behind her.

“Just let me go, Prewett.”

“Chris, they know I’m letting you get away with things and they’re going to take my prefects badge.”

“Really, Prewett? Really? I’m SO SORRY you’ll lose your stupid nark badge! It really is the most important thing isn’t it? Nothing else matters but your fucking badge!” She didn’t care that it was 2 AM as she shouted at him in the hallway.

“I’m worried about you, Chris! You leave at all hours of the night and come back bloody and bruised! Yes, I’m a prefect, but I’m also your friend and I won’t let you go!” His heart ached seeing his friend suffer like this. Her eyes began glowing red.

She didn’t even mean to do it. She barely twitched her finger. It didn’t matter. Leander was knocked off his feet and slammed into the wall.

“PREWETT!” She rushed towards him. “Oh my god! What did I do? I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!”

His head was bleeding, but he was conscious. And the terror in his eyes broke her heart.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial of wiggenweld she always carried. She extended it to him gently. “Please forgive me.” She sobbed and then took off at a run.

She didn’t know where she was going to go, but she had to get away from here. She couldn’t hurt anyone else. The fear in Leander’s eyes would haunt her. He’d tried to help her and she could have killed him. She ran until her lungs burned and then she ran some more.

She ended up in the middle of the forbidden forest. She thought about everything leading up to this point. Ranrok, the keepers, the trials, the death, the pain…it flashed like a slideshow in her brain until everything was tinged with red.

And then she exploded.

She let out a primal scream as waves of ancient magic pulsed through her entire body. Trees were cracking, the ground shook, lightning struck. She blacked out and woke up in a pile of destruction. And then she burst into tears.

Christina hadn’t come back last night. That wasn’t unusual lately, but it didn’t mean Sebastian liked it. He decided to go to gryffindor and see if anyone had seen her.

“Sebastian!” He heard Prewett call out to him.

“Not now, Prewett!” He turned and his jaw dropped. “Merlin’s beard! What happened to you?!” Leander’s head was bandaged and he still had dried blood caked on him.

“Last night…Chris was leaving. I tried to stop her and she got really angry with me. Her eyes turned red like they do sometimes and then she…well, she threw me into a wall.”

“Holy shit.” Christina loved Prewett (for reasons that were unclear to him) and would never hurt him.

“Then they looked normal again and she looked horrified. She gave me wiggenweld and ran off. I shouldn’t have let her, I should have tried to stop her.”

“And get yourself killed? No.” He took a deep breath. “Has anyone seen her?”

“No. And I didn’t tell anyone what happened. I was going to get Garreth, Ominis, and you to help me look.”

“Thank you. I’m going to look outside the school, you guys look here. You know her spots.”

“We’ll find her, Sebastian.” Prewett said seriously, looking him in the eyes. Sebastian nodded in response and took off.

Once he got outside the school, there was a clear trail of destruction. Broken trees, cracked pavement, burn marks on the ground…the damage grew as he entered the forest.

He followed the trail deeper into the forest until he saw her. She was on her hands and knees, sobbing.

“Chris!” He shouted and ran towards her. She looked up in shock.

“What are you doing?! You can’t be here!”

“I came to get you, it’s alright.” He reached for her and she shoved him back.

“No, it’s not alright! Look at this! Look at what I did!” She screamed. “I nearly killed one of my best friends last night! I can’t control this anymore, Sebastian! It’s too dangerous! Go away before I hurt you too!”

“We can get through this together, Chrissy. You didn’t give up on me. I’m not going to give up on you.”

“Why won’t you just listen to me?! Go!” Her eyes were starting to glow.

“I’m not leaving without you.” He said firmly.

“Yes. You. ARE!” Her eyes were glowing more intensely than he’d ever seen them. He rolled out of the way as a red blast burned past him.

“I don’t want to fight you, Christina!” He rolled out of the way of another blast. “Depulso!”

The only thing it seemed to do was piss her off more. She screamed and he saw the clouds beginning to form. He cast protego just in time as lightning bolts struck the shield, which wavered from the attack. “DEPULSO!” If he could just hit her hard enough to knock sense into her without hurting her, they’d be alright.

She screamed again and the ground beneath his feet began cracking. He sprinted out of the path as waves of red magic shined through the cracks. He watched in horror (and amazement) as Chris picked up a fallen tree with her magic and launched it at him. It was too big to dodge entirely and the branches tore through his skin. He hissed in pain but knew it was just a surface wound.

“Christina, please! I love you and I know you don’t want to do this!” He depulso’d a rock she’d flung at him. “Remember the good things, Chris! Snuggling in the undercroft, drinking butterbeers with Ominis, doing whatever the hell you do with Prewett!”

She didn’t seem to even be breaking a sweat as she summoned a barrage of lightning bolts to strike him. His protego was barely strong enough to deflect the lighting.

He had no choice. He had to stop her. “BOMBARDA MAXIMA!” The powerful explosion shot out of his wand. She’d been about to launch another boulder at him and didn’t have time to deflect it.

It struck her square in the chest.

“CHRISTINA!” He screamed and ran towards her. He saw her crumpled form on the forest floor, surrounded by smoking embers. She wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, Chris, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, please don’t leave me like this!” He was sobbing as he cradled her in his arms. “I can’t live without you!”

Her eyes fluttered open, a light blue with no trace of red magic whatsoever. She let out a soft cry of pain and he helped her sit up. Things were still coming into focus and she could see a blurry figure with her.

“Chrissy? Chrissy, can you hear me?” It sounded like Sebastian. She closed her eyes, feeling nauseated from the double vision. When she opened them again, Sebastian was sitting in front of her.

“SEBASTIAN!” She launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh my god, please tell me you aren’t hurt, your arms are bloody! Oh god I’m so sorry!” Tears were falling down her cheeks as she realized what she’d done. “Are you ok? Please tell me you’re ok!”

“I should be the one asking you that!” He brushed a spot of dirt off her cheek with his thumb.

“Why didn’t you go?! I could’ve killed you!”

“Because I needed to fight for you, Chris. I’ll never stop fighting for you. You needed me. And I need you.”

“No, if you stay you’ll only get hurt! I’d die if I hurt you, Sebastian. Please, please, just-“ her words were silenced as Sebastian’s lips crashed into hers. She collapsed into sobs and he held her against him, stroking her hair.

“You’re worth fighting for. You didn’t give up on me when I was going down the wrong path. And I won’t give up on you. We’ll fix this. I promise. I love you too much to leave you.” They stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms surrounded by the destruction she’d caused. Eventually they went back to the castle and Christina fell asleep in his arms.

-some time later-

They stood in an open field in the highlands, the wind whipping through their hair.

“Are you ready?” Sebastian asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“As much as I ever will be.”

“I’ll be here if you need me.” He kissed her tenderly and stepped back.

Christina closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She could do this. She knew how. She put her wand by her face and focused.

She’d caused so much pain. Taken so many lives. She thought of everyone that had been lost because of Ranrok’s reign and the ancient magic. Her mind was filled with a montage of memories of the ancient magic, none of them good. It had done nothing but cause pain. That ended now.

Sebastian watched the swirling ball of ancient magic growing larger. He could tell it was causing her pain, but she’d given him strict instructions to stay back.

With a primal scream, she pointed her wand straight in the air. The magic swirled in a tornado as she forced it up and away. With one last thrust of her wand, there was an explosion of red, and Sebastian shielded himself. Then there was silence.

“Chrissy?” She was on her hands and knees on the ground. “Chrissy!” He ran to her, cradling her in his arms.

“It’s gone.” She was shaking and in pain. “All of it. Even my own. Good riddance.”

“Here, love, drink this.” He gave her a vial of wiggenweld and she downed it. Some of the color returned to her face. “I’ve got you.” He held her tightly, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “It was a burden you never should have had to bear.”

She finally let herself grieve. She knew professor fig would be proud of her. She missed him so damn much. But sitting in the field with the boy she loved, she felt for the first time like things would be ok.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x mc #angsty fic #hogwarts legacy angst

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2dents · 1 year

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Fic Teaser

So, I have an idea for another Nark fic.

Cults, Demons, and Accidental Marriage.

An AU where Lark and Sparrow are elves and have been raised by their grandfather. One day when they're messing around with some of their grandfather's books they accidentally summon a demon.

A demon who Lark makes a pact with and now is bonded to forever.

Nick realizes pretty quickly that they're in a cult, and if he wants to stay clear of the family drama going on back in Hell, he's going to have to help his new life partner figure his shit out.

I'm thinking it's going to be non-linear, and it's going to have a bunch of tags so I'm probably going to take some extra time planning it out.

All that to say, here is my teaser of the fic I'm loosely calling "Don't Call Your Dad, He is the Cult!"

Lark stared into the depth of the creature's obsidian eyes. His fingers traced along the chain as he removed his chosen crest from his neck. Lark had earned the right to select his symbol by going through several trials and tribulations, so beyond its meaning in the family, it was a source of pride for the elven man. A soft sigh leaves his lips as soundless steps move him closer to the barrier between them.

The creature, a demon, stood still. Its form, while mainly lacking in shape as it seemed to burn before Lark, was just enough that he could tell it was watching him approach. It was locked behind a barrier of magic and vines, keeping it from leaving or getting too close after he and his twin summoned it.

It wasn’t entirely intentional. They had just been reading through their grandfather's journal, playing around as they were one to do, when a dark crimson gash appeared on the floor as a cacophony of sounds they’d never heard before screamed through the air.

Lark had watched the being crawling up from the hole, and he braced for an attack when his brother stepped in.

Sparrow used his druidic gifts to seal the recess and encase the demon in its little cage.

As Lark finally stood beside the barrier, he watched the demon drop onto his knees before him.

It was a familiar gesture for Lark. One that brought pride to his chest as it stroked his ego, bringing a satisfied smirk to his face. Despite crawling from a literal hole in the ground, the demon appeared to understand who was standing before him.

“I give this to you, and in exchange, you establish communication between us,” Lark says as he holds the necklace outside the barrier’s reach.

His other hand gestured to the necklace before pointing back at the demon and then at himself.

The demon seemed to understand. As it nodded, a laugh (or what Lark hoped to be a laugh) spilled from its lips. Then it spoke back with words that sounded like screams and crackled like wood in an open fire, a new language that Lark couldn’t wait to learn. How terrified would the non-believers be when He and Sparrow could speak fire and hiss embers at them?

The demon pulled up one knee, resting its arms against it while bowing its head to Lark.

“I will take that as a yes, then.”

Lark carefully leaned forward, hands crossing the barrier as he extended the chain to lower it past the demon’s horns and face so it may rest upon its neck. Lark’s smoothed over the chain as it fell from his grip, tracing down to the crest upon it and watching the flames shift around the cool metal. His family symbol was a tree, branches full as it stretched tall with roots twisting down. A small pair of ornate songbirds rest just below, hanging from their two-link chain, Lark and Sparrow’s marker. A similar matching design was branded into his and his brother's backs upon their twenty-third year. Lark smiled at the memory as he softly patted the crest before moving his hands away.

Only the demon doesn’t let him get that far.

It quickly took Lark’s wrist, pulling him forward as it jerked up from its knelt position. As his upper half breached the barrier, Lark stumbled, surprised at the action. He attempted to catch himself, but the demon held a searing grip on his wrists.

Lark attempted to pull back the burning grip, but since he was still falling, that didn’t work in his favor. The demon had been moving up, and he was falling down. The next thing Lark knew, flames wrapped around his hair as its lips burned against his own.

Blinding light swelled before his eyes as Lark’s mind worked to catch up with the situation.

Heat traveled down his throat and across his skin as the demon’s tongue snaked past his lip, dragging Lark closer until he was fully entrapped within the barrier and flush against the demon's body. Everything was suddenly hot and burning. The smell of ash and mint engulfed Lark’s sinuses as he attempted to break the tight grasp the demon held him in.

“Oh hell…” The demon breathed out, laughter in its words as it finally broke their kiss.

Those obsidian eyes met Lark’s own, and for a brief moment, the elf wondered if he was dying.

“I understood that!” The words fall out from Lark’s lips in a baited whisper, shock coursing through him as the words are translated into something he could recognize.

“Good.” The demon whispered back, closing its eyes as it rested its head upon Lark’s shoulder.

Flames still danced across Lark's body as he threw his head back and laughed. He laughed loud and hard, the sound twisting high and nearing maniacal as exhilaration washed through him. He laughed as he felt something grab onto the back of his tunic, adjusting slightly in the demon’s embrace as he waited.

With a quick jerk, Lark sailed backward through the barrier and into the safe and cooling embrace of his twin’s magic.

“Brother,” Sparrow breathed into his neck as he held him from behind. “What was that?”

“It worked!” Lark exclaimed, turning in the embraces to face his twin with wild eyes. “Sparrow, it worked! We did it!”

“I’ll say,” The demon remarked, matching eyes snapping in its direction. “You know, at first, I was like, do I really want to bind myself to an elf of all things, let alone one that reeks of death? But then I thought about it as I watched you two attempt to communicate with me and decided, what the hell, you’re good-looking enough. I’ll probably outlive you either way.”

The demon no longer stood in its mostly shapeless form, having taken on a disguise of a more human-like variety. There were still horns protruding from its skull, and Lark could see the steam coming from its breaths. But now it had a face and features that seemed well matched to the cocky words coming from its lips.

It crosses its arms as Lark can now clearly watch it take its time looking him over before meeting their eyes.

“So, now that we’re bound together for all eternity, what’s your name?”

“Excuse me?”

#Nark #Dndads #fic teaser #There will be a spotify playlist filled with so much Hozier #nark nation #nick close #lark oak #lark oak garcia #Going to put my special interest of cults and demonology to good use in this one #But first I need to finish my hanahaki fic #so its going to be a minute #Hope you enjoyed reading it anyway

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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Incredibles AU: Can we see some of Malon using her powers? I don't recall us having actually seen it, unless I missed a fic?

Does the ever growing super household have a pet that narks on the boys being naughty?

TYTY love your writing

The only fic where Malon has ~vaguely~ used her powers is Lost Time, but other than that it hasn’t really been shown. Mostly because for the longest time I wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was lol

And sadly no, the boys don’t really have any pets since they move fairly often. Wild caught a frog once though, and kept it for a bit... but this story isn’t about that XD

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“Do you see her Twilight? This is Epona, she’s my horse,” Malon said gently, holding her son up to the chestnut mare. “Epona, this is Twilight, my son.”

Twilight blinked up at the horse, then Malon guided his hand to pet her soft muzzle, Twilight giggling a little when Epona blew out a soft puff of air. He gently patted her nose, and Epona looked at him with the beginnings of adoration in her eyes.

He’s absolutely adorable, Epona snorted, and Twilight smiled at her, despite not being able to understand.

“I knew you’d be friends,” Malon said with a smile, and Epona snorted again.

How couldn’t we be? I can already tell he’ll be a natural with us. Are you sure he can’t understand?

“Well if he can, he’s shown no signs of it yet,” Malon shrugged, “I wouldn’t get your hopes up girl. It’s rare the same exact power gets passed down through families you know.”

Then she showed Twilight how to hold a carrot out to Epona without getting nibbled. He quickly got the hang of it, and Epona whinnied eagerly as he held out several more carrots towards her.

Yep. He’s my new best friend.

“Malon!”

She looked up at the shout, and saw her father running out across the yard towards her, a harried look on his face.

And her father never ran.

“Malon, something spooked the cows and the fence by the cliff is down!” her father panted as he reached her side, resting his hands on his knees. “I just checked that section yesterday too, it was fine then—”

“Don’t worry about a thing father, I’ll handle it,” she soothed, then handed Twilight over to him. “I’ll have them back before you can even miss ‘em.”

She gave a whistle, and Epona turned herself around, offering her back to her. Malon jumped on without hesitation, and giving Twilight a little wave, kicked Epona into a canter, off towards the cow pasture. It wasn’t long before the panicked cows came into view, and Malon watched as the last few disappeared through the broken fence.

“Alright girl, lets round ‘em up,” she said to Epona, and she whinnied eagerly in response.

It’s been ages since there was a good stampede around here!

“Epona, really. We stopped a robbery just yesterday.”

Yes but he wasn’t stampeding.

They quickly caught up to the main group of cows, their eyes wild and panicked as they charged across the grass. Malon drew up next to them and gave a piercing whistle, watching as the cows’ pricked their ears, but continued to bolt across the grass. Malon frowned, but had expected the response. She could only reliably communicate with horses; other hoofed animals tended to be more difficult to get through to.

Especially when they were in a large, panicked group.

“Let’s try and cut them off,” she said, and Epona sped up into a gallop, running steadily until she was ahead of the herd of cows.

Malon began to urge them to turn, occasionally letting out more sharp whistles, and the frightened cows started to change course. Malon and Epona managed to get them to turn all the way back around, and she began to speak more soothingly, but still loud enough to be heard.

The cows in the front began to slow the longer she spoke to them, and the ones behind began slowing as well. By the time Malon had guided them back towards the pasture, they were merely trotting steadily along, the panic from whatever had spooked them gone.

Talon and Twilight watched her from a safe distance away, and Epona trotted over to them once all the cows were back in the fence, a smile on Malon’s face.

“There you go, all rounded up,” she said as she dismounted, and took Twilight back with a small spin. “Strange about the fence though, I wonder what happened to it?”

“I don’t rightly know...” Talon said with a suspicious hum. “...it might be nothing. Anyways, thank you Malon, it’s a good thing you were here.”

Epona let out a small huff of air.

“...and you as well, Epona,” Talon amended, and Epona looked content as Malon shook her head and Twilight reached out to give the mare another pat on the nose, along with a carrot.

That’s more like it.

#I realized I’ve never actually *written* Epona before #not like this anyway haha #lu Malon #lu Epona #lu twilight #Incredibles au #linked universe fanfic #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #mineralrabbit #thanks for the prompt!#incredibles au fic

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newtdoods · 1 year

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Not happy, but not disappointed here :D Just take it xD ( @anna-neko don‘t mind me tagging you in that Au related stuff)

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads nark #doodler hazard #this Au gives me motivation #Let’s go songbird!!#lark oak #nick foster #lark represents Jill #and Nick represents Carlos #hehehe #heh #Gonna draw more tomorrow after work again #yes I still draw more nark #on yesterdays sketch I forgot that Nick has only one arm #so in this drawing he only has one arm

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koymoa · 8 months

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For ship requests, may I request some nark??

14 year old Narc, and yes Nicky still uses glasses but it's only for reading. My personal head-canon is that Nicky tutors Lark since he gets horrible grades he used to just copy from sparrow but Henry found out.

(Sorry I had to catch up on assignments but I'm gonna power through the rest >:D)

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #nark dndads #dndads ship #dndads fanart

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

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The girls were sitting in the living room with a cup of tea. When Thomas barged in again. 'Ada, Fran, Pol. You need to get to the Bull Ring where there are lots of people.' Thomas said 'What's going on?' Franny asked.' We've been fucking betrayed.' Thomas said. 'Someone let slip, Kimber's men are on their way here.' Thomas said while caressing his hand over his face.

Thomas was usually very calm and collected but this was not what he had hoped. 'Yea, but you can handle them, Tommy?' Polly asked.

'It's just us.' He answered. 'All the Lees are on their way to Worcester we're outnumbered.' 'FUCK!' He smacked his hands on the table. 'Who else knew today was the day you were moving on Kimber?' Franny then asked. 'You said you kept it secret. Who else did you tell'

Suddenly Thomas fell quiet. 'There's only one thing that could blind a man as smart as you Tommy. Love.' Polly said. 'Grace.' Franny said. 'I'll deal with Grace.' Franny said while standing up. 'If you set eyes on her again, you might kill her.' Franny explained. She gave Thomas a hug which he did not give back.

'Focus Tommy. I'm not going to let you get John killed.' She said as she lifted his chin. 'I'll deal with her.' Thomas left the house and Franny put on her coat. 'Ada wear black. We're going to stop this nonsense.' Franny said as she smacked the door shut. The Garrison.

Grace was about to leave and put her purse on her shoulder when Franny stepped in through the back. 'Going for good?' Franny asked Grace. 'I heard there's trouble.' Grace answered. 'Instinct is a funny thing.' Franny told her. 'See normally I can tell about a person. But with you... '

'Look the fighting is about to begin. We need to get out of here.' Grace said.

'We know who you are.' Franny then said sliding a butterfly knife out of her hair. 'Tommy knows as well. Turns out that copper as good as told him this morning. But I wanted to hear it from your lips.' Franny said holding the knife in her hand. Grace opened her purse. and held a gun up in Franny's face.

'I'm an agent of the crown. I have the power to arrest and right to use force. So please step out of my way.' Grace said still pointing it at Franny. 'Like I say, Instinct is a funny thing.' Franny started as she walked over to the bar. Grace followed her with her gun. 'You fell for Tommy for real, didn't you?' she filled a cup with whiskey. 'This gun is loaded.' Grace told her. 'I'm not afraid of you.' Franny said shaking her head and taking a sip.

'I feel sorry for you.' she told Grace. 'Slip of a thing. Thought you'd come in here and stitch us all up. Well we have had some coppers narks in here before but you? You're the queen of them all.' Franny said finishing her glass and picking up her pin again. 'So who are you?' Franny asked her looking at the gun. 'A little rich girl, I'd guess? Unionist, an Ulster volunteer? you thought fenians, communists ,low people, they're all the same. Scum.' Franny explained looking her in her eyes.

'then you met Tommy.' Grace walked to the bar and put her gun on the bar. 'I'd fight you with my fists and show you how a rich girl fights. I'm from a tough family too' Grace told her. Franny who was still holding the pin stepped closer to her. And then put the pin back in her hair.

'Nah.' she said and then turned away from her. 'Pour the both of us a drink.' Franny said sitting down getting her cigarettes case out. Grace actually did what she said and took a bottle and two glasses from the bar. Franny lit a cigarette. And offered her one. 'So am I right?' Franny asked. 'Did you fall for Tommy?'

Grace didn't say a thing before sitting down and then softly said yes. 'Then I pity you.' Franny said with a smile taking a sip from her drink. 'I think he'll try to kill me.' Grace said looking horribly scared. 'Nah.' Franny said putting her drink back on the table. 'He's too soft.' 'Soft?' Grace asked. 'Soft like you.' Franny said. 'You saved his life the night the coppers came. That's why we're drinking and not fighting. We owe you.' Franny said taking another sip from her drink.

'What was he like before France?' Grace asked. 'I'm not sure.' Franny said earning a funny look from Grace. 'Polly hired me when everyone was in France. So I'm just like you, I know them since France.' Franny said.

'But. Polly told me He laughed a lot. And he wanted to work with horses.' 'He won medals.' Grace said. 'Threw them in the cut.' Franny said. 'All of them.' 'Not a single man came back the same.' Franny said. 'You know.. after all this is over, he might forgive you. He might take you in. You can never tell with men. They go for whoever their dicks point at and there's no changing their minds.' Franny said.

'But I'll tell you something.' Franny said looking at her. Her happy face was again replaced. 'The girls will never forgive you, trust you or take you in. And it's Polly who runs business of the heart in this family. And as far as I'm concerned, you're a snitch from the Parish.' Franny her facial expression turned again. 'And if you're not gone from this city by tomorrow, I'll kill you myself. And If John get's killed here in a few minutes. It won't be tomorrow morning.' Franny said.

'Now go.' Franny told her putting her cigarette out in the ash tray in front of her. Grace went and left. And Franny thanked Harry for the time she's got here. before walking off. She saw John and he walked up to her and explained the situation. 'I'll kill him for you and what he has done to you.' John said to her as he kissed her. 'Good.' she told him before she let him go.

It didn't take long before Kimber's men had arrived and they all stood across from them. 'All guns and no balls, right Billy boy?' John said with a dirty smirk on his face. 'It doesn't have to be like this Kimber.' Thomas told him. Kimber scoffed. 'To late for all that. You bit off more than you can chew, you little toe rag. And now I'm gonna take over this shit hole.' Kimber told him.

'Well if we have to use guns. Let us Proper guns!' Thomas spoke up.

In came Freddie Thorne. 'Sergeant Thorne reporting for duty, Sir.' Freddie said holding an enourmess gun. 'You were saying something about being out-gunned?' Thomas said as they looked around to the guns Kimber's men had. And everyone held up their guns pointing at each other. They all looked at each other and the men were waiting for an command. When suddenly their were heels clicking.

'Move!' Franny's voice sounded. In came Ada with Karl in a pram. Behind her was Franny both completely dressed in black. 'What are you doing?' Freddie yelled up seeing his wife. 'I believe you boys call t his no-mans land.' Ada said. 'Fran.' John then spoke up. 'Shut up.' Franny said to him. 'have you both lost your mind.' Freddie then spoke up and they both yelled 'SHUT UP!'

Kimber looked paralyzed at Franny. To which she turned around looking at him. 'Now most of you were in France.' Ada started 'so you all know what happens next.' 'I've got brothers and a husband here but you've all got somebody waiting for you.' Ada said. 'Now, I'm wearing black in preparation.' she said. 'I remember you.' Kimber then said as he pulled on Franny's arm.

'You were that who...' he couldn't continue his speech. Because Franny had taken her gun out of her pocket and placed it on his forehead. 'Tell me. what were you going to say.' she told him. Kimber didn't answer. 'FRAN!' John yelled. 'Stop it.' 'No.' She said coldly. She pulled Kimber on his arm to the middle of the street. He followed her.

'Now let's see Mr. Kimber Do I look like a whore with the clap?' she asked him sweetly holding the gun of his head and taking a step back. He still didn't say a thing. 'I'll answer that for you here. No I'm not. Tommy saved me from you that day because you're a horrible person who thinks he can get what he want.'

'I've been mad at Tommy for putting me in a situation like that. But then I realized he isn't the problem here.' Franny said now squatting in front of him.

'You are. Thinking girls are all just whores who you can get with lot's of money and being a complete ass.' 'Well Mr. Kimber. I've come to a solution to everyone's problem here. 'He finally spoke up. 'And what do you think you're going to do about it, you're just their little play ball putting you where ever they please. I bet you've been pushed to fuck all of these men.' he had the balls to say this out loud which Franny was rather impressed by. She turned around.

'No just by one. And very good too, I've compared your sizes. And now I know why you need all this money and big ego because that's all you've got.' she said while cocking the gun back at his head. 'To come back to my solution. The only way to make everyone happy here. Is to pull this trigger.' she told him.

'She's right you know, why should any of these men die. It should just be the ones who caused it.' Kimber said as he fastly pulled out his gun from his pocket and shot it towards Thomas.

'Fuck me.' She told him as she jumped off him and wanted to shoot him.

But John was faster. 'She's great by the way sad that you couldn't have it.' John said to Kimber before shooting him through the head.

'ENOUGH!' Thomas then yelled at everyone. There was blood dripping of his finger tips. 'Kimber's dead. Go home.' He told Kimber's men and they wisely listened to.

'Tommy you're hurt.' Franny said as she walked over to him. 'Why did you do that.' He looked Franny straight in her face. He was mad but he was also proud.

'you were outnumbered. John was here. Freddie was here. I couldn't just do nothing, I've wanted to do it myself since we drove of his property. I wanted him to know it was me.' she told him. 'Now lets take a look at that wound.' Franny said as she pushed him towards the Shelby house.

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mindless23 · 2 years

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““What you lot doing up so early?” Remus asked, nodding at Doss. “You were passed out on top of my shoe this mornin'. Reckoned you were dead, actually.”

“Seesaw woke us,” Doss said. “And I’m not dead yet, yeh lil' wanker.”

Tomny pushed off the wall beside Remus and clapped his hands together. “Then you’ve arrived just in time, my friends,” their leader said, audaciously, “to wish our lil' John a tearful goodbye. 'Course though, we won’t be the ones cryin'.”

Hand shooting up to the sky, Tomny whirled around and pointed directly at Remus. His eyes were happy, his expression cheeky. “Lads, sick ‘im.”

With grins like devils, both Lee and Doss ran forward, and before Remus could so much as turn back to the phone booth, they had him by the arms, hauling him off the wall to hold him between themselves.

“Let go, you nobs!” Remus shouted, but he was laughing because it was all good fun anyway, just Tomny’s idea of a show.

“Our boy, Lupin ‘ere, is leavin' us!” Tomny exclaimed. “He’s being sent far, far from our kindly corners. Yes, awaitin' him is nothin' but green pastures, bleedin' narks, and—I’m sure—several fine poshy mares.”

“Boo!” Flacky yelled.

“He would leave us for them! For the poncy, well-heeled, upmarket—”

“Careful Tom, or you’ll run out of adjectives,” Remus said pertly, still pinned between his two friends.

“He’ll leave us for them’s who knows what an ‘adjective’ is!” Tomny cried, stifling laughter.

Remus twisted the arm Lee was holding and flourished his cigarette. “S'not my choice! You know my dad—”

“Excuses,” Tomny cut in. “It’s nearly heresy.”

“Treason!” Doss shouted in his ear.

“Sedition!” Lee added, which surprised Remus, who would’ve assumed that the boy had no idea what the word meant.

“It’s an offence of the highest degree, leaving behind grimy ol’ London to become some Fat Cat swot.” Tomny popped his own cigarette into the corner of his mouth, smoke puffing out his nose like a dragon. Remus dropped his head, fighting the small smile on his lips.

“Then what,” he asked, wrenching his body around in Lee and Doss’ grip for good measure, “would you have me do? Give you a kiss goodbye?”

Tomny’s smile widened. “No, nothin' so sweet. We’re not here to impede your education, Lu. We’re jus’ gonna teach you a lil’ lesson s’all. Doss, give him a taste of the ol’ barley-sugar, eh?”

“Oh f—no!” Remus wailed, but Doss simply twisted his arm behind his back, nearly popping out his shoulder. A moment later and Lee was wringing his other arm out like a dishcloth, burning and pinching his skin while he cackled.

“Rest assured Lu, that this is only a small taste of the pain we feel knowing we’re about to let you go forever,” Tomny called, before finally stepping up and ushering both boys away, freeing Remus from his school-yard torture. He was tempted to point out that a single school year was hardly forever—and that was only as long as he didn’t get himself tossed out like all the rest— but instead he just shoved both of his friends away for good measure and made to swat at the older boy. Tomny caught him by the wrist with a smug expression and gave it a slight squeeze. Held in place, Remus returned the smile and Tomny pulled him in for a sudden hug, patting his back and locking both arms around him with enough force that he was nearly lifted onto his toes. Over his shoulder, Remus got a good look at the other boys’ faces, each one marred with dirt, freckles, or little white scars, but happy anyway.

It was going to be hell to be without them. He would miss these boys no matter where he was going and he was going toward a future nothing like the summer they’d shared, a realisation that made it all the worse.”

-my favourite part of the cadence of part-time poets by motswolo

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