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mvltisstuff · 9 months

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hii!! i hope your summer has been/was wonderful!!

if it’s possible could you do an evan buckley request to “begin again” by taylor swift?

where reader was in a really rough relationship and now with buck he’s treating her like an actual goddess and she’s constantly questioning to herself how she deserves it and mentioning how weird it is that he actually cares about/loves her.

thank you so so much in advance!! 🫶

begin again - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @meep-meep-richie

a/n: guys i’m SO sorry i have been so slow again w the fics, i’ve just been trying to enjoy summer as much as i can, but i certainly have some coming your way ;)) thank you for the request love, and i hope the rest of your august is lovely <3 i did a bit of a different style with this, hope you enjoy

“can you keep your location on this time?” her boyfriend asks, seeing her getting ready in the mirror.

“i’m just going to work, thomas,” y/n chuckles, thinking it was harmless, but she was his eyes roll almost to the back of his head.

“i’m just asking you one thing, y/n,” he groans.

“i just think you could trust me, i have a long shift today,” she brushes her hair back into an elastic, getting her belongings before grabbing her phone. she always tells herself that she’ll stand up for herself, but she falls into his traps anyway. she presses the small button hesitantly, showing him her location.

“hi, buck!” she greeted, as he walks in the door. he jogs right up to her, kissing the side of her cheek as she giggles into his touch. “i’m going out with some friends tonight, but i’ll be back before you know it so we can spend time together!”

“don’t rush, baby,” he laughs. “take your time with your friends, have a fun night.” he goes to love his stuff onto his counter, but she follows up behind him.

“oh, here, i’ll send you the link to find my friends,” she looks down at her phone, so she doesn’t see the confusion written all over his face.

“the link to what?”

“i’m just gonna send you my location, so you don’t have to ask.”

“honey, i don’t need your location,” he smiles lightly, giving her reassurance and it’s her turn to be confused.

“a-are you sure?” her nose crinkles along with her brows.

“of course, i trust you, always,” he tells her, letting the weight on her shoulders drop. she was hoping he wasn’t mad, but he would never, ever get mad at her for something as silly as that.

“oh!” she says, shocked but still appreciating him. “okay, thank you, i’ll be back in a bit.”

“don’t thank me, just be safe,” he pecks her lips again, watching her skip happily out the door.

y/n looked back in the long mirror again, slipping on a pair of heels to compliment the adorable dress she was wearing. they went along perfectly, and now she finally had an occasion to wear them. she was thrilled to show thomas her outfit, feeling pretty in her own skin and twirling the dress out in the mirror. she turned around, expecting a bright smirk on his face, but she was met with a flat expression.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, concern written in her words.

“nothing,” he grumbles, moving over to adjust his sleeves and grab something from the nightstand.

“no, somethings wrong. i can tell in your voice.”

“y/n, leave it,” he sighs, looking over at y/n who’s still waiting for a response. “are you sure you want to wear that?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, its a bit too much, don’t you think?” y/n looked back at the dress, not seeing anything wrong with it. maybe it was the design, her body, but clearly something was wrong with it. maybe she just couldn’t see the way he does. “we’re not going to the club, are we?”

“no, but i wanted to look nice.”

“maybe you should keep looking,” he tried to disguise his heartbreaking words with a light grin, but y/n saw right through it. he loves her, he just wants what’s best for her and she knows he knows best. so, she hung the dress back up and put the heels back in their box. she ran into the bathroom to change again, practicing happy smiles and tried to fight back the stinging tears in her eyes. he doesn’t want her to ruin her makeup.

buck and y/n’s schedules had aligned again, letting her finally be able to meet his real work family. she was so happy she could finally enter this part of his life, and only wanted to support all of his team at the 118.

y/n had been in the bathroom for a while, a little too long for buck to not have any concern. she was examining her outfit, the same dress she wore when thomas told her to take it off. she still felt beautiful in it, but not as much as she did. she never realized how easily someone could take away her confidence. she figured she’d at least leave a pair of new heels out, thinking buck would appreciate the simple sandal.

“y/n?” he knocks, lightly. “you doing alright, honey?”

“yeah!” she answers, suddenly getting that nervous feeling in her stomach. she hesitated on opening the door, but she clicked the lock and pulled it open. she felt more vulnerable than ever standing in front of him. she knew his reaction and that he’d want it off, but she was only met with complete admiration.

“woah,” he exhales, looking at her gorgeous dress and wonderful figure underneath.

“i can change if you don’t want me to wear this, i have a few more options in the bathro-“

“are you kidding? you have to wear this, you look so beautiful in this, y/n!”

“i do?” she asks, looking into his genuine eyes.

“of course you do, what makes you say that?”

“it’s just that, you know, it’s nothing,” she tried to walk back over to the shoe rack, looking for her sandals but his hand stops her.

“hey, talk to me,” buck requests, softly but also wanting her to be able to open up.

“my ex didn’t like this dress, he didn’t think i was good enough for a piece of fabric,” she laughs sarcastically, but buck can tell it hurts her still.

“well, he’s a dumbass, a dumbass who lost you,” he replies. “i’ve never seen someone more gorgeous than you, i don’t care what anyone says. i’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

“just make everything so much better without trying?”

“oh, you know,” buck jokes, putting his arm around her shoulder. “im a natural, that’s all.” she slaps his shoulder, laughing at him before going off to see his family.

y/n stood in the corner of the room in an outfit she never wanted to wear today. she watched everyone converse in a friendly way, only few people stopping by to say hello. even if they did, it lasted a few minutes. she quickly became a decoration to thomas, just being there for silent support before he ditched her for more rich businesspeople. she sipped lightly at her small glass of champagne, wishing she had the whole bottle with her.

he didn’t see any potential in her, not even caring to introduce her until someone asked who she was. she never had felt more out of place, but it became a regular thing. he’d venture off to talk to other people, leaving y/n in the dark. she felt like she was just swept under the rug, something to deal with later.

“bobby, come over here!” buck shouted across the room, waving his hand for bobby to come over. when he did, he had a welcoming smile on his face and shook y/n’s hand. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“it’s nice to finally meet you, y/n,” he says. “we’ve heard a lot about you, like a lot.”

“thank you for having me today,” she replies gracefully, looking at buck who’s glancing back at her with pride in his face.

“it’s our pleasure, really, you’re a delight, y/n.” athena walks in, wrapping her arm around bobby’s waist and offering y/n a drink. buck guides her over to chim and hen who sat together on one of the benches in the grants backyard.

“y/n, this is henrietta, or hen, and then chimney,” buck smiles, his hand still connected with hers and letting her say hello to everyone.

“my real names howard, by the way, not sure if that one bothered to mention that,” chimney pokes fun at buck, who pretends to be offended for a moment but just lets it be.

“i’m glad we can put this lovely face to the name,” hen beams, looking at y/n and feeling the positivity radiating from her. “maybe you can rub off on that one.”

“my names not ‘that one’ by the way, and i’m right here!” buck fake complains, but knowing they all have a good heart. “i’m about to leave and take her with me.”

everyone groans in complaint, making y/n laugh and buck leading her to sit next to everyone. she makes her rounds saying hello to athena’s kids and eddie, everyone finding her to be so graceful. the acceptance from everyone was fully unexpected on y/n’s part, barely being able to comprehend how buck could be so in love with her. she had stepped out for a moment after assisting athena and bobby in the kitchen, buck following right after her.

y/n never got this treatment from thomas, always feeling like she had to beg for it but it was so easy for buck. it made her years of insecurity and questioning vanish, only to be replaced with the security from her loving man.

“you alright?” he asks, meeting her by the steps of the home.

“yeah, i’m perfect!” she tells him. “i just didn’t expect this.”

“they all love you, what’s not to love?” he replies softly, looking her up and down. “you’re smart, you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met, you’re wonderful in every way, y/n.”

“i remember when thomas took me to work events, and i was just in the corner with a drink. no one really noticed i was there, so it just came as a surprise to see you so affectionate.”

“i’ll always show you off, you’re the best woman i’ve ever met. i want the whole world to know that i managed to get you, and also,” he kisses her lips, bringing her thoughts back down to earth to ease her worries. “i love you, a lot.”

in that moment, y/n knew buck was everything that her ex could never be.

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littlecrittereli · 3 months

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Random WK Headcanon dump

Here's a silly list of headcanons I have about team Wild Kratts, in no particular order other than what comes into my head first:

Heights:

Martin and Chris are based off their real heights and I filled everyone else in based off how they look standing next to each other. I exaggerated Aviva and Koki's height a little bit, just for some variety.

Koki is the tallest at 6' (182.9 cm)

Martin is 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Jimmy is 5'9 (175.3 cm)

Chris is 5'8 (172.7 cm)

and Aviva is the shortest at 5'3 (160 cm)

Reference:

Ages:

Martin is definitely the oldest at 25

Aviva is 24

Jimmy and Koki are both 23, Jimmy being a few months older

And Chris is runner up at 21

The reason for the small age gap is because Martin was ultimately the person that put together the Tortuga team when he graduated college, and he picked students that were also close to graduation at the time. Chris would have just been starting college, but would join them upon graduation because of his connection through Martin. Other freshmen at the time would not have qualified for the research grant.

Birthdays!!!

Martin: Dec 23rd (he's a capricorn)

Aviva: Nov 4th (She's a scorpio)

Jimmy: April 20th (He's a taurus)

Koki: August 27th (She's a virgo)

Chris: July 19th (He's a cancer)

Identities:

(Disclaimer this is referring to the fictional Wild Kratts animated characters ONLY. Not the actual people they are based on.)

Martin: he/him, bisexual. But his preference is women.

He's probably had a handful of girlfriends and a couple of boyfriends throughout high school and college, but unfortunately had too big of ambitions to settle down with anyone.

Aviva: she/her, bisexual. She doesn't have a preference.

She has probably been on like... 2 dates max. She has always been much more focused on her education and bettering her inventions than dating. Her only standard for a partnership is someone who can keep up with her intelligence. Or at least someone she can learn from and grow with.

Jimmy: he/him, straight.

He literally does not care, but he would probably kiss a man if the opportunity arose. Had a girlfriend in kindergarten and they spoke twice, but since she moved schools and they never officially broke up, he's still technically off the market.

Koki: she/they lesbian. SHE LIKES WOMEN

tried to date a man. regretted it. Has probably been in a couple semi-serious relationships, but didn't work out for various reasons. She's content to focus on her career for now but someday would love to be a mom.

Chris: he/they aroace

only proclaimed to have a crush on a girl in high school because everyone else was talking about crushes and he didn't want to feel left out. Doesn't really like to be touched in general. Would rather cut off his hand than be forced to hold someone else's in a non platonic way. When someone has a crush on him, he does not know how to respond so he literally just ignores them.

Silly Stuff:

-As a zoologist, Martin knows more about animal behaviors, classification, and identification. Meanwhile, Chris as a biologist knows more about the anatomy and general science of animals. For example, Martin would be able to explain the reasoning behind a firefly's glow while Chris would be able to explain the chemical reaction that makes the glow possible. And they are constantly sharing and learning from each other as well.

-Chris has glasses, he just doesn't really use them very often. They would get in the way of creature adventuring so he only wears them if he's reading or something. They aren't super crucial, it just helps with small words.

-Game nights are VERY serious on the Tortuga. Jimmy is suspiciously good at card/board games. He pretty much always wins. It's to the point where everyone else is on a team against him. Sometimes he lets them win and it has sent the entire team into a fight. Sorry has been banned in the Tortuga because of this.

-Koki's a huge theatre nerd. She participated in plays recreationally throughout high school, and will often hum or sing while she's doing a task.

-Martin plays the guitar and has a mediocre singing voice. It's nothing spectacular but he can carry a tune. Sometimes when the Tortuga is parked somewhere remote for the night, they will make a campfire and sing a few songs.

-Aviva has roller skates built into her shoes (SIDE NOTE: This is something we see very often in season 1 but they seemed to have forgotten about it??? or retconned it??? BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE THEY WERE SO COOL PLEASE BRING BACK THE ROLLER SKATES)

-Martin is a terrible driver. (The oldest sibling curse) He knows he's a terrible driver, but pretends he's not. Chris will usually try to take the driver's seat to prevent Martin from driving, but sometimes Martin beats him there. Will deflect any evidence of him being a bad driver. "That curb shouldn't have been there" Someone please revoke his license, he's a danger to society.

-Jimmy is definitely the best cook out of all of them. He makes food for the team most of the time, unless they are on a longer flight and he has to pilot. Koki and Chris are pretty competent chefs "Just read the recipe it's not that hard". Martin's basically limited to ramen noodles and microwave mac and cheese. Aviva, try as she might, can NOT cook. She will BURN water. (she always overcomplicates the recipes by trying to utilize an invention or something)

-Koki likes to crochet. She likes to keep her hands busy so whenever she's doing a rather boring task, like monitoring for bad weather/villains while the bros are out, she crochets.

-Jimmy gets insane jet lag, and since they are bouncing from different time zones all the time, he can never really catch up. Not to mention he has to stay up for irregular hours to fly the Tortuga. This is why he's always napping, and why the others usually leave him alone to sleep unless it's important.

#wild kratts #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #wild kratts koki #jimmy z #wild kratts headcanon #littlecrittereli #These are so random but they are just thoughts that have been stuck in my head for a while #also its just for fun and how I personally view their dynamic :)#found family Tortuga Team

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spoopup · 3 months

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realised ive never posted my timeskip pearl design ideas here ..!! i wanted to wait until i did some more but ill just post them now since i made them a bit ago now. None of these r final because my minds constantly changing ! maybe posting these will motivate me to make some more

errmm my rambles under the cut!!!

disclaimer i have a bad memory so i dont remember much of what pearl was like after the timeskip (i played SOJ in august and i didnt get to play the DD dlc where she shows up i think) (i also dont think about SOJ that much) so im going off what little i remember and also making my own stuff up👍! sorry if my pearl lore is off in general

i wanted to make a casual outfit for her eventually because i feel like as she grows and gets more freedom to do things and makes more friends she’d develop more interests outside of spirit channelling. i think she’d still be a spirit medium and stuff but she’d find interests in other things. i also think pearl would spend some time with iris and would visit her sometimes to get to know her , i like the thought of iris teaching her how to braid her hair too! i also think that pearl would like cute accessories a lot , so i gave her some small stuff like hair clips, cute socks and a pearl bracelet(which was a gift from trucy, in my head)

i made these because i dont really like pearl’s timeskip design, it doesnt feel like much effort was put into it. in my frog opinion. and also her having the hair bead (unsure if it has an actual name) on a small strand of hair at the front has always annoyed me i feel like that’d be very annoying for pearl lol .. again none of these r final because im indecisive !! thank u for reading my rambling \(^_^)/

#ive made an athena redesign too i think i forgot to post here #i made it a bit ago so i might redraw it before i post it here :D #pearl fey #ace attorney #my art

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retrieve-the-kraken · 1 month

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Okay, so I’ve finished my taxes, and I’m basically out of the woods with some overwhelming work stuff, and everything turned out well with a medical situation with my mum, but I am still very tired, but I also cannot keep going without putting my preliminary thoughts on my very first viewing of season 3 down on a post…

It seems my worst characterization so far is assuming that these two idiots would learn to communicate. They haven’t, they’re stupid teenagers, they’re really bad at it, they get mad at each other for everything, and they don’t listen. And that needs to change soon if we want Wilmon endgame.

Boris, do you do couples therapy? PLEASE HELP THEM.

I think a big reason Wilhelm lashes out, besides getting caught up in his own head, is the fact that he’s also constantly afraid of saying the wrong thing and pissing Simon off. But the stakes for Simon are clearly higher. Wilhelm really needs to learn to communicate, but he’s dragging a whole life of terrible communication and zero support, so HOW is he supposed to learn, if he naturally feels afraid to open up?

It shows in the way he reacts to learning about Erik. Simon might be right, and Erik maybe just gave in to peer pressure, like everyone else in that school (which we see over and over again, like with the strike, and that guy who just repeats ‘yeah hilarious’ when Vincent tells him, and the graduation rituals and basically everything that everyone does at that fucking school), and maybe he wasn’t particularly homophobic. Or maybe he was, but if he had found out about Wilhelm maybe he would have changed his views (after all he was a stupid kid too)… But how would Wilhelm know? Erik is dead, there’s no way of asking him, confronting him about it. And people still call him perfect, and still compare him to his brother.

It must be so traumatizing to have held this person in your head as the one you trusted for everything, the one who would support you most, the one who probably knew you better than anyone else, who would love you and be there for you no matter what, and it turns out that he might not have accepted you at all. And just like that Wille is all alone and angry and afraid again.

(This is why it’s extra cruel that August posted that fucking video, especially how premeditated it was to share it over the whole world, but also then tell Wilhelm that his brother was possibly a homophobe. It doesn’t matter that he went through that horrible hazing, it doesn’t matter that he put a stop to it, and it doesn’t matter that he’s a stupid kid too, the fact that he did THAT to someone, anyone, is awful and he should have known better.)

So that scene in season 1 when Erik teases Wilhelm about his crush potentially changes completely. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it was just a coincidence that he never used any pronouns…

And that makes it even more traumatizing that his parents still think of Erik as the figure of perfection, and Wilhelm, who is queer and scandalous and rebellious, is the real thorn on their side. Fucking Ludvig saying that Erik really was perfect, that he didn’t have “that darkness inside of him”, to his surviving son… But for all we know maybe Erik’s death was not accidental, maybe he did have “a darkness” inside of him.

On the other hand, that “darkness” doesn’t excuse Kristina at all. I am convinced that this depression/burnout that she’s going through is absolute bullshit. Sure, she might be depressed, she’s still grieving her “perfect” heir, and she’s going through a lot. But it’s like Wilhelm says, how convenient that she shuts down and breaks down now. She wasn’t like this when the video happened, because she could still cover it up. And she wasn’t like this when Wilhelm called her to scream that he was going to abdicate, because she could still drag him out of Hillerska. It was only when he told the whole world, and there was no covering it up anymore, that she suddenly became fragile with grief.

And even if it were true, even if she’s going through a severe depression or burnout, as a result of everything that’s happened, that doesn’t excuse her previous lies and manipulations. And it makes the fact that she still really wants Wille to become her successor, despite knowing what it could do to him, despite knowing that he’s already extremely anxious and that he does not know how to manage his own emotions, is evil.

(And even if she wants August to be the backup too, knowing how he is, knowing his own family history, and how it could affect him too, is evil too.) MORE on this later.

Kristina uses her breakdowns to emotionally manipulate Wille into trying to do his best to be the perfect crown prince, now indirectly through Farima and Ludvig. And Wille’s so concerned with her and her fragility that it affects his relationship with Simon. Because he’s anxious about the possible imminence of having to take over, of being the new monarch, when he can barely control his own feelings, when he just wants to enjoy his first relationship and just be in love.

Of course he made things worse for himself and Simon when he publicly revealed their relationship, but we can understand where that’s coming from. He didn’t want to hide anymore, he didn’t want to not be able to be himself anymore, not be able to be with the boy he loves. But they’re still forced to hide, because people start hating on Simon, because people won’t stop talking about them (as much as I HATED Wille shushing Simon, I also understood that he didn’t want anyone to hear their argument, because he didn’t want to give people more reason to talk about them, but also there’s probably a lot of ‘keeping up appearances’ embedded in his mind), because they are very different and almost incompatible for many reasons, and because being the crown prince means conforming to a lot of things (no tattoos, no cutting your hair shorter than, no nail polish, no expressing political opinions, etc etc), and so he has to remove the nail polish and he doesn’t want his foundation to be geared toward LGBTQIA+ people or mental health issues… He can’t express himself, he can’t be himself, because what he is or who he is for real is not compatible with his role or what is expected of him… he’s so repressed still.

(The whole nail polish scene, and the scene where Simon suggests that Wille’s foundation could be geared toward LGBTQIA+ youth, reminded me a little of Isak in SKAM saying that he wasn’t just going to start marching in the Pride parade or wearing makeup. Wille is not necessarily about identity expression, or at least he doesn’t think that he should be. He just wants to be himself, and be with the boy he loves, and that’s it).

As for Simon, he can do no wrong, and I absolutely agree with everything he says and does, but he has always been very idealistic, and he does come across as a little more naïve than I expected, especially with the whole social media comments and his song. It wasn’t the first time he experienced it, because things went south for him when he appeared on the video, so for him now to think that people are magically not going to be cruel.

But I understand how much he’s sacrificing for Wille, and Wille not appreciating it at all must sting. Just like he points out that he didn’t have contact with Micke for years, for Sara’s sake, and suddenly she’s living with him… that fucking hurt. Simon has always been very opinionated and outspoken, and he’s very authentically and proudly himself, but he’s also always molded himself to what other people need, like being a parented child and taking on too much in the house to relieve Linda, and taking care of Sara, and worrying about his father, and letting himself be manipulated by Marcus, and now basically giving up a lot of himself to be with Wille. And as a result Linda treats him like he’s a drug addict, and Sara goes to the father she didn’t want to have contact with, and Marcus talks shit about him to the press, and Wille doesn’t listen to him…

Sara saw the light (sort of), so maybe hopefully Wille will too. More on that later too.

Anyway, it would have been nice for someone from the royal court to sit Simon down and explain to him what being the boyfriend of a royal involves, so that Wille doesn’t have to figure out how to tell him all these difficult things himself. Wille is so used to some of these things, they seem so obvious to him, that he might not immediately think of how weird or outlandish it might seem to Simon. (THat scene with the cake, I mean… it was funny in a way, but I wonder how many terrifying thoughts crossed Simon’s mind, the obvious “wait what??? did I just eat poison???” but also “wait what??? someone’s trying to poison my boyfriend????” and “there are kids here, have they also accidentally been poisoned????”).

I really really hope that, since he’s being forced to go to Boris with August, that Wille will think about going with Simon, and trying to work things out. They need to be able to say all these things to each other, get on the same page.

More importantly, I need a callback to what Boris said to him in season 2, about the expectations of his family, about being able to make his own choices. Which Wille internalized beautifully with that speech to Simon outside his house.

Anyway, this is already very long. Moving on to more general thoughts:

- I did think that the fact that they sort of resolved the whole issue with the police report and the drugs felt a little anticlimactic. It was built up and built up and the whole season 2 finale was about that, and we had a cliffhanger and everything, and then… bye. I wonder if it will come back (more on that later).

- And for that matter, Alexander just became a background character. Did he even have any lines? I could barely spot him.

- August telling Wilhelm in front of everyone at the table that he’s sure Wille will fuck up on his own… rich.

- Also Stella and Rosh was sort of hinted at, it happened in a blink, and then Fredrika was… jealous? Confused? Homophobic? All of the above? But then… NOTHING. Stella was even missing in the last episode, because she was “sick”… (scheduling conflicts for Felicia? Actually sick?)

- I think it’s interesting that Sara preached and preached to Simon about giving people a second chance, including their dad, and then she… goes and does it? It wasn’t the first time she did, she was with August despite the awful thing he did. And then she goes and… gives August ANOTHER chance????

- Someone needs to tell Sara that she needs to stop getting wtih August, because every time they get together somehow, Wilmon go south… It seems these two couples cannot exist simultaneously…

- So I still have to rewatch, but… is August then in the middle of selling his father’s estate to pay Simon? Are any of his friends aware of this?

- I have a cultural question: what was the whole deal about travelling to the US? I mean, I thought they were asking if these kids have never travelled abroad, but they mentioned the US specifically, several times… Is that a thing in Sweden, traveling to the US? Not any other part of Europe? Not Asia? Just wondering. Made me curious.

- Still waiting for this season’s Elias song… just one episode left… If we don’t get one, or a callback to Revolution, I might claw my face off…

- Nils repeating that maybe Wille would have been better off with someone from the inner circle. Seriously, Nils, who do you mean? WHO? Who could you be referring to? Hmm?

- Something else about Nils… a part of me really wished that Wille would have asked Nils for confirmation on the Erik thing. Wille obviously doesn’t want to believe it at first, but then he does, and hearing it from August makes it even worse, so maybe hearing it from someone like Nils would be the final confirmation that he would need, that his brother was the worst. On the other hand, for him to ask Nils to confirm something like that, as a gay, and possibly hearing what happened to him as a result of it… that would have probably made it even worse.

- Really hate that Marcus was mentioned, that he came back to haunt Simon in a way, even if it was minimal. But props to Simon for not rising to the bait in that moment.

- Simon, my love, i understand that you’re upset and heartbroken, but… it would have been nice if you tried to get Wille to talk to you one last time, before breaking up with him on his birthday… especially seeing everything he’s going through. Not that your feelings are any less important than his, of course, but… are you trying to get him to jump out the window????

-Eternally saddened by the disappearance of the orange sweater. Eternally saddened by the fact that Wilhelm did not set foot in or around Simon’s house this season. Although who knows, still one episode left…

Things that I liked most:

- Seriously the chemistry between Edvin and Omar is OFF THE CHARTS. The intimacy coordinator this season was very good.

- Especially that sex scene. Not just because it makes me immensely happy when my favorite ship fucks, because holy shit that was hot, but also because there’s a whole theme around all the hate mail and messages and classism and homophobia and toxic masculinity that Simon is a target of, especially being Latino, whilst Wille, being white and privileged and high class and the heir to the throne, is probably seen as the “man” of the relationship (especially since in the video he’s also the one “in control” whilst Simon is the receiver), so it’s very VERY satisfying to see that they are both top and bottom at times, and they both equally enjoy it.

- Also the use of choir music during the sex scene, giving it a very holy feel, much like Elias’s Holy playing when they have sex again in season 2… seriously I NEED my Elias song this season or I WILL START A REVOLUTION.

- At first I was annoyed at the whole “school possibly closing” plotline, because I thought it was unneeded. Or that maybe it would play a bigger role in the whole video-drugs controversy. But the truth is that it was really good, how it highlighted these kids’ privilege and the absurdity of wanting to cover things up and uphold traditions, and it also worked wonderfully to highlight the divide between Simon and Wille. As Simon says to Wille, he only takes a stand when he has nothing to lose.

- Felice. Felice this whole season was magnificent. Her whole breakdown over the end of her friendship with Sara, showing how truly important it was to her. And Madison saying that sometimes breaking up with a friend is worse than getting dumped, and I AGREE SO MUCH. But then I also think she loses her sense of self, because despite being popular and beautiful, she still gets used and treated badly, by August (obviously), but also by Wille (the kiss), and worst of all by Sara (who in a way used her for her horse, but also for the clout). And in the meantime, she’s treated differently than the other students for being one of the few black girls, and she gets singled out for her hair… and yet, the school is using her to make themselves look good. And now she decides to give Sara a second chance, because she really missed her, because it really hurt to lose that friend, and Sara goes and… does that…

- One of my favorite things about Simon is how he is proof that just because you’re gay doesn’t mean that you have flawless fashion sense. And i can’t help but wonder how fashion and style icon/ELLE’s Best Dressed Man/OMR Beauty founder Omar feels about Simon’s fashion choices. Never change, Simon, never change.

- Vincent was every bit of the tremendous asshole that I hoped he’d be this season. Did not disappoint. I wanted to punch him in the face every time he opened his mouth. Marvellous.

- I’m happy that we got more Madison, but still not enough. Still, iconic. Forever one of my favorite characters.

- I don’t know what to say about Sara and Micke. Just maybe that, when he played that song in the car, even before they started singing, i just knew “oh fuck, it’s all going to shit soon…” I guess Sara felt lost enough that she was suddenly willing to give him a second chance. And the whole “is that going to happen to me?” bit really made me sad. That she understands that mental health and mental illness is unfortunately many times hereditary, and worries that she might become just like him… But despite not being entirely like him, with addiction problems and such, she was still unreliable like him, she did bad things to her family like he did… I was rooting for you, Micke, we were all rooting for you.

- I feel that August’s love for status and for the monarchy might be starting to fray at the edges. First with the fact that he was reminded of his own traumatizing initiation, and reminded of how the crown prince, his cousin and friend and idol, himself was part of that. Second with the fact that Simon points out that he might have an eating disorder, how he would probably not fare any better than the queen if he were in such a stressful position as crown prince or king, how difficult it is for him to handle stress and anxiety. And third with seeing how it affects Wille and Simon and realizing that something similar might still happen to him and Sara. And the fact that he reveals to Sara why he is the way he is, that he lets his guard down with her, might point to even more growth (even though I hate that Sara sort of gave him a “second chance” again). Also I feel the reality of how they, the Royal Court, would control his life is finally sinking in. Hopefully he will also soon realize that they also use him as a manipulation tool. So maybe he won’t let himself be manipulated by them much longer.

- I loved Wille’s ultimate outburst at his mother and father, i love that he told them everything they needed to hear, about their emotional abuse, their neglect. Unfortunately they still refused to acknowledge how terrible parents they have been, and walked off, instead of trying to resolve it. So Wille throwing around the gifts, as impulsive and tantrum-ish it might come across, makes perfect sense. He tries to talk and gets nothing in return. If he’s repressed it’s bad, but if he expresses himself then nothing happens either.

- And I love that Simon got to see what Wille is really dealing with. As privileged as he might be, he’s still lacking the most important things: unconditional support and love. No amount of money or status can make it better, and Wille is broken. The only thing is that, Simon saw how broken Wille was over the death of his brother, whom he loved very much, but I don’t think he quite grasps the gravity of Wille learning that maybe that beloved brother wouldn’t have been so cool with him, because he has never had to deal with a parent or sibling rejecting him for his sexuality. It’s something very different to be rejected by society at large than it is to be rejected by your own family, and not everyone has the emotional strength to deal with that. So for Wille’s parents to still like his potentially homophobic dead brother more than him, is heart-wrenching. But I don’t think Simon really gets that because he’s probably not surprised that Erik might have been like that, because in his eyes those privileged kids in that school (except obviously Wille, and Felice and Madison, who is asking about the non-binaries) are probably all massive homophobes.

- Despite this, I love that Simon sets boundaries nonetheless. I mean, it hurt like fucking hell for him to tell Wille, on his fucking birthday, that maybe they shouldn’t be together. But just because Wille is hurting doesn’t mean that Simon has not also been hurting too. And if they can’t comfort each other, and try to support each other when they both obviously most need it, then maybe they’re just not going to work. And it took a lot of guts for Simon to bring it up in that moment, in Wille’s bed, in the palace, where he’s basically trapped, with nowhere to go, no way to get away (I doubt he called Linda in the middle of the night to come pick him up more than two hours away in Stockholm).

My hopes for the final episode (I don’t think I have any predictions other than, open ending or not, Wilmon will be endgame and there will be a revolution, I just don’t know how):

- Wilmon talk. An actual, healthy, heartfelt talk. A reconciliation for the ages.

- That the fucking school will close and August won’t be able to graduate, and he’ll realize that maybe he shouldn’t have “lived for that school”, as Erik once put it.

- That Wille will realize that, if Erik was not the person he thought he was, then maybe he no longer has to live up to his legacy anymore. @foreverunraveling pointed out how, now that the big Erik revelation is confirmed, then maybe the queen’s trump card to manipulate Wille into being the ideal crown prince is gone. Wille doesn’t care about the monarchy really, but he did care about not disappointing his brother, the “perfect crown prince”, and now we know that he was far from perfect. Erik lived a double life, as Wille points out, there was “public Erik” or crown prince Erik, and there was “private Erik”, or the real Erik (or so Wille thought, now we know there was a “secret Erik” which was the real Erik) and Wille struggles so much with the idea of having to split himself in two, . Wille cannot live a double life, he withers away when he has to hide himself, and now he gets the opportunity to leave that stifling life behind, and blossom.

- That Simon will get a fucking break. I hate that his whole life was turned upside down from the moment the video was leaked, and it’s just never going to be the same, whether he stays with Wille or not, he’ll always be the boy from the crown prince sex tape, he’ll always be the crown prince’s ex, or the crown prince’s boyfriend. But I want some positive feedback for him, someone bigger than the woman and the little boy wanting a selfie. I want him to have his own fanclub or something. Maybe that’s too idealistic…? (I may be imagining something like that scene in Red White and Royal Blue, when they realize that there’s a whole crowd outside the palace all excited to the the Prince and his First son boyfriend… one can dream).

- I want whatever Felice said during the interview to be taken seriously, and for her to stop doubting herself.

- I want a genuine apology from August.

- Also one from Kristina.

- I get the feeling that the fact that August leaked the video might still come out publicly, what with the whole school issue. And in that case, I would like for it to be Simon might to do it, tossing the money from the settlement in his face. It looks like Simon still feels guilty about accepting it, especially when he chided Wille about his privilege and Wille (figuratively) threw the money back in his face. What if Simon does it literally?

- I really wanna know what’s going to happen between Felice and Sara now. The outlook is not good.

- Is it too much to ask to know what’s going on between Stella and Fredrika?

- Most importantly, is the whole thing with Erik going to come out eventually? And how will people react? With support for the monarchy, or with support for Wille?

I have so many more thoughts, but I’m slightly burnt out, and I really should take a break. Also this is way too long. Might have more thoughts once I’ve rewatched the first five episodes, calmly over the weekend…

Also this is very long and I’m sorry.

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Jack O'Lantern Kiss | Eddie Munson

Day One of Kinktober

Summary: Carving pumpkins with your best friend Eddie leads to confessions you may or may not have always wanted to hear.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, brief mention of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

wc: ~2k

Content Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, unrequited love, allusions to smut, hickies. This story takes place in an au where the upside down is not a thing. Although this is a pretty tame story, my blog is 18+ so Minors DNI.

A special thank you to my love and collab partner @darknesseddiem. I am so thankful to know you. Here's to an amazing October!

It was your favorite time of the year. The unforgiving Hawkins summer had ended its assault and the fiery leaves crunch underneath your boots and you can finally have an excuse to curl up with your favorite metalhead and read books all day. You had been best friends with Eddie Munson since 10th grade math (when he was in 11th grade) where you helped him figure out how to find x in beginner algebra equations. You immediately fell head over heels for him, but when he began dating Chrissy Cunningham, you learned how to stoke the fire in your heart to embers. Eddie and you continued to get closer throughout high school. Chrissy never made a fuss and you felt like a constant plus one in their little universe. Eddie was the first one to give you a swooping hug after walking the stage (about 20 minutes after he did). You both had dreams to leave sleepy Hawkins and find yourselves in some big city where you could cheer each other on from your shared apartment. You never imagined Eddie not being in your life; you knew he was your soulmate. It wasn’t until this past August that you considered it might be as more than friends.

Eddie called you at 3 in the morning on August 12th. You jolted up, body dusted in a light sheen of sweat from the near 30 degree night. You reached for the receiver and held it to your ear with a groggy hello. You were met with a small sniffle. You knew it was your Eddie.

“Ed? What’s wrong?” You immediately were shaken from your sleepy daze.

“She… she-” Eddie cut himself off with a pitiful sob. You let out a long sigh and hung up the phone with a soft ‘I’ll be right there, Eddie’.

The drive to Forest Hills Trailer Park was usually 15 minutes. You were there in 5. You had never heard Eddie cry before, and never expected to hear him cry that hard. You spent the night petting his head and hearing him weep into your body. Three years he had spent loving Chrissy Cunningam, when she had fallen out of love with him a while ago (if she had ever truly loved him at all).

Since that night, you and Eddie had been inseparable - the impossibly close bond getting closer. You barely knew what your own bedroom looked like as you were almost constantly sleeping at Eddie’s trailer, him being too upset to sleep alone. You watched movies, went to hellfire ‘alumni’ meetings (Eddie called them that but you knew it was just a way for him to make sure that Mike and Dustin were running the club properly), and watched any and all Corroded Coffin gigs you could get to. Hugs became more frequent and Eddie would use any excuse to hold your hand. He was touch starved, and you could tell he was taking this out on you. But why would he not, you were his best friend, and even though you knew that’s where your relationship drew a line, you liked melting into Eddie’s arms or smiling at his forehead kisses.

October brought more scary movies and smoke sessions around the bonfire in Steve Harrington’s backyard. As the month wrapped up, like the weather, Eddie got colder. You knew that Halloween was going to be the first holiday without Chrissy and he was feeling it. You still grabbed his hand and gave him small smiles, but you often got glassy brown puppy dog eyes matched with a small smile. You wanted to take this pain away for him and had just the idea.

You fiddled with the old lock on Eddie’s trailer door, fumbling the grocery bag in your hands and careful not to step on the two bright orange pumpkins that stand on the concrete steps. You knew you had minimal time to prepare this surprise until Eddie was back from the body shop. You wiggle the knob one more time before it gives and you spill inside the homey space. You drop the bag on the kitchen counter and hastily grab the pumpkins from the step. 15 minutes later, you had flyers sprawled across the counter, the pumpkins sitting neatly on them, adorned with different carving tools and sharpies around them. In small bowls on the stove, Eddie’s favorite snacks: cheese balls, M&Ms, skittles and a bag of cool ranch Doritos. You startle at the door slamming open and stomps of Eddie's feet on the linoleum. You get up from the couch and greet him at the door.

“Hey sweetheart… what’s this??” Eddie’s frown turns upwards when he lays his eyes on your set up in his kitchen. He wraps you in a tight hug.

“Just something that I thought would cheer you up” you muffle your words into his chest. You look up at his chocolate eyes. “I know Halloween is your favorite, so thought we could start the festivities.” His eyes glass over, tears threatening to spill. “No, no Eddie, please don’t cry” You reach your hands up to cup his face.

“No, sweetheart. These are good tears. Thank you for thinking of me.” He grabs your wrists to lower your hands and he kisses you on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change out of these dirty coveralls and then we can get this party started” The boy’s lopsided smile returned before he pushed away from you and trotted down the small hallway to his room. You made your way back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a dumbstruck smile on your face and butterflies threatening to erupt in your stomach. Your cheek burned where Eddie had kissed you and you raised your hand to trace over the spot. You wanted this feeling to last forever. You are pulled out of your trance when Eddie meets you in the kitchen, his hands trapping you against the counter. You smile up at the boy and your heart takes a tumble. Eddie had put his hair back in a low bun and you thought you were going to pass out from how good he looked, how close he was. His lips look so plump and his cheeks a perfect blush to give his alabaster skin some color. Your best friend was perfect. You smile back up at him.

“Well, since you set all of this up, the least I can do is make us some hot chocolate.” The boy quips. When you nod and smile in agreement, he grabs your hips and sits you up on the counter. You watch him in content while he putters around his kitchen. He passes you your favorite tomato soup mug full of steaming hot chocolate. He sips at his mug, eyes never leaving yours. You could feel tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife - but what kind of tension? You were unsure.

You spent the next two hours throwing pumpkin seeds at each other across the kitchen while Eddie’s new Black Sabbath cassette played in the background. Two faces full of shy adoration and a room full of giggles. You finally turned your pumpkin towards Eddie to show him your final design - a simple outline of a black cat and a bat stares back at Eddie. Eddie reveals his own pumpkin to show two skeletons holding hands.

“Well that doesn’t look like a scary pumpkin at all” you tease. Eddie throws a handful of skittles at you. Both of you Erupt into a fit of giggles as you both grab handfuls of snacks that you can find and toss them at each other. Eddie lunges at you in an attempt to halt the food war. His hands wrap tightly around your waist and your laughter gets caught in your throat. Your smile falls as the tension finally feels like it is going to snap. You can see Eddie studying your eyes for any sort of discomfort. Although he finds some hesitation, he knows you feel safe - that you want him to be there with you. It’s the most devotion he has honestly felt in almost a year. Chrissy never looked at him the way you do; but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t look at Chrissy the way he looks at you either. His eyes flicker to your lips as he licks his.

“Eddie,” you whisper. You feel as if all of the air around you has become thick, unable to breathe it in. The curly haired boy inches his face closer to yours, foreheads resting on each other. His breath fans lightly at your face and you can tell Eddie is feeling the same way as you. You nudge your nose against his as a silent plea for him to come closer. He obliges and presses his lips softly to yours.

You felt electricity jolt down your spine, goosebumps riddled your body. This is what you have wanted for longer than you would like to admit. Eddie’s hands migrate up your back to cradle your face. His long fingers find purchase in your hair while his thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks. You pull yourself away to look at the boy.

“Eddie… please don’t do this because you miss her…” you whimpered. You couldn’t handle this being a one and done situation. You had gotten a taste of what it would be like to have Eddie as yours and you would rather die than give that up now.

“Sweetheart… I… I have been so stupid. I should have broken up with Chrissy long before she broke up with me…” Your eyes search Eddie’s and all you can feel is warmth. He’s telling the truth.

“Eddie, why??”

“Because I’m in love with you… and I have been for a while” Eddie lets out a chuckle while tears threaten to spill over his lashes again. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and you couldn’t help the ear splitting grin growing on your face. “I thought that being with Chrissy was supposed to be… right. But it way you all along. I tried to forget my feelings for you because I fooled myself into thinking that I was in love with her… But these past few months…” Eddie trailed as he studies every detail of your face; waiting for you to tell him to fuck off, or to push him away, but you keep him pleasantly waiting.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Eddie. I just tried to push it down, I wanted you to be happy”

You barely have time to finish your sentence and Eddie’s lips are back on yours. His move in sync with yours like you were made for each other. You lift your chin up to grant Eddie access to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you let out a content moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you backwards so you are again trapped between his body and the counter, pushing you up to resume your previous position. Eddie moves his kisses to the side of your mouth, then trails them down your jawbone to the pulsepoint behind your ear. He can feel your breath hitch when he sucks down to form a beautiful indigo bruise on your neck. He can’t help but smile against your body. He wants to devour you whole, leave you nothing but a gasping mess underneath him. His hands run up your sides, desperate to feel more of you. You break the kiss to help Eddie discard your shirt. His hands were magnetic - they now needed to be a permanent fixture on your body. His eyes fixed on your skin with such adoration your head spun. your own hands track up his torso to his neck to pull him back into you. As your lips reconnect, Eddie’s hands move south to the tops of your thighs. His hands find purchase at the apex of your hips and he feels you shudder against his mouth. The anticipation of feeling him where you want him the most was killing you. But Eddie pulls away from you suddenly, his eyes lower and he grabs for your shirt that had been discarded on the floor haphazardly.

Your brows furrow in confusion while you search his face for hesitation. Your heart begins to beat wildly… Was this just a joke? A heat of the moment type deal? You could feel beads of salty tears dot your waterline.

“Eddie… Did I do something wrong?” Eddie looked at you with golden eyes full of passion. He wriggles your T-shirt over your head and holds your cheek in his hand.

“No, but I did something wrong. I don’t want this to feel like just a stupid hook up. I want to do this right because you deserve it. I love you, doll, and I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates and buy you flowers. I want to make you laugh and dress up nice for you because you deserve it.” You can feel your smile growing wickedly across your face.

“Okay, Eddie. I like the sound of that” you giggle.

“So what do you say? Wanna be my girl and make this official so we can take this to the bedroom?”

“Eddie… I thought you’d never ask.”

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anaki-boo · 6 months

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“NOT SCARY AT ALL”

This stone bird appeared in the second half of winter. Even at Christmas she was not there, and in February she was already looking at Harry with her blind stone eyes. The bird was definitely conjured, because it was one with the tombstone, as if it was born from it. It was a raven with folded wings and a slightly open beak. As if he wanted to say something.

One could only guess who decided to decorate the grave of the professor, and why it was a raven. Not some bat, not a snake, finally. A raven. Perhaps it was the symbol of wisdom and death. Yes, Harry even read about it specifically in Agatha Daredevil's book "Symbolism in Magical Transformations".

"Raven," she wrote, "has long meant mind and has been associated with death. He embodies prophecy and insight. Crows in stories often act as psychopomps connecting the material world with the spirit world."

Don't ask why Harry needed to know about the raven. And even more so, don't ask why he visited the grave of his former professor so many times in a row. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

They say that criminals are drawn to the crime scene. But it was there—in the Screaming Hut, where he left him to die all alone, bleeding. But here… This grave was just a pit with a stone coffin in which Snape's remains were placed — evidence of Harry's crime. But he remembered the basics of first aid, he remembered, and then for some reason he thought that he was powerless before fate itself.

Harry still dreamed of Snape, paralyzed by Nagaina's poison, unconscious. His light warm breath, his eyes glazed with pain (but not from death). How long had he been lying there when they left before he died? A couple of minutes? An hour? Or maybe more?

Harry first visited his grave in June. He came alone and at dawn, sneaked in there like a thief. He was going to make some kind of speech, ask for forgiveness. But even though there was no one to eavesdrop on her, Harry couldn't get a word out of himself. Instead, for some reason, he burst into tears like a child. At the funeral — Lupin and Tonks, Freddy, baby Creevey, Snape himself — did not cry. But then... the speech was successful only in August.

Since then, Harry had been dropping in on the professor at least once a month, on one of the extra-curricular Saturdays. I told him about my life, shared all sorts of nonsense. He did not ask for forgiveness, as if he knew that the professor no longer holds a grudge. And as if he understands.

***

“Do you mind if I sort out your things?” Harry asked in May.

Only yesterday, the Hogwarts cemetery paid tribute to the memory of those who died in the battle. Today, the usual silence reigned here again.

“No one has touched them all this year. However, the elves have recently collected... how should I say... personal — clothes and all that. There are papers left in your office. No one knows who would need them, and I told McGonagall that I could take them. Not all of them, of course. But... something important. She said she would have given it to my mom if she were alive. But she's not alive, and you're out… So you don't mind, I think.”

The grave did not answer, nor did the raven. Their tacit permission was granted.

There was a warm spring calm. The sun was hot, the back and the back of my head were hot. It was like someone's tight embrace.

***

Surprisingly, there were few papers. So — study plans, several business and personal letters (Harry decided not to poke his nose into envelopes with the Malfoy coat of arms, but to forward them to Draco) and books, most of which were with a library seal, and over which Madame Pince then groaned.

"Professor Snape was constantly delaying the delivery of books! But about this one — he lied to my eyes in an impudent way, said that some scoundrels stole it and burned it!".

In the top drawer of the desk, under stacks of blank paper, Harry found an old, battered diary. The entries in it were completely irregular, sometimes Snape forgot about the diary for several months. There were potion recipes, whole phrases in runic notation, addresses (Harry assumed they were potion customers or ingredient suppliers), and drawings and squiggles that Harry remembered from the Potions textbook.

The guilt that seemed to have calmed down over the past year came flooding back to Harry. He randomly leafed through this old notebook and thought about how much he had personally deprived the magical world. If Harry had stayed, he would have helped Snape, if he had called for help, the professor could have been saved. And with him — his developments. Dozens of useful potions and spells. Cured diseases, solved problems and saved lives…

Harry shifted the notebook to his other hand and started leafing through from the end. On the last filled page, at the very bottom, a bird was drawn in ink. Smooth body, large open beak and folded wings. It was the same raven that appeared on Snape's tombstone in winter. Words written in the professor's familiar small handwriting seemed to fly out of the raven's mouth:

"Feed the bird."

In the lower right corner there was a postscript made in pencil:

"If you go to feed, take a broom."

Harry loved riddles, but he didn't like being overcome by excruciating excitement. Like, for example, this time.

***

Harry took with him a broom and treats for the raven. There was a piece of bread and a sausage wrapped in a paper bag in his pocket. In his mind, the raven would definitely have been treated to some of this.

It looked stupid. He was standing in the middle of the cemetery with a broom and trying to stuff his breakfast into the mouth of a stone statue. She refused to eat.

“Feed… Feed the bird. But how?!” he muttered, feeling himself getting angry.

Why did he even think that this was the same bird? What makes him think that the professor left him a hint? And what was he going to find anyway? A hiding place? A cache with something important? For example, by a will? Snape didn't care about earthly things, and he had nothing to bequeath, except for the old house, which, as McGonagall told him, he hated with all his heart.

Angrily, Harry threw the spoiled food on the ground and began sorting through everything he knew about crows in his head. As a child, these birds scared little Harry. Aunt Petunia knew about it and said: "Don't look at them, or they, bloodthirsty creatures, will peck out your green devilish eyes."

“Bloodthirsty… Bloodthirsty creatures," Harry whispered thoughtfully and bit his finger with his teeth.

The blood did not appear immediately, it had to be squeezed out of the wound. Harry put his hand to the bird's beak and smeared it with blood.

The stone moved. At first, the raven moved its head, then cawed soundlessly — just opened its beak several times. Then he spread his wings, stamped on the spot and fluttered up.

Then Harry understood why the broom was needed.

***

"Why the hell were you going through my papers? Arrogant, stupid, curious, shameless... why are you silent? Can you feel your hands? Do you feel it or not?!”

Snape was furious, his eyes were shooting lightning, but Harry was not afraid. To see him—pale and with bloodless lips—on the floor of a Screaming hut, to see him off on his last journey a few days later, to come to his grave for the first time — that was what was scary. But now I'm sitting in a chair, leaning closer to the fireplace, licking drops of firewhisky from my lips and watching the professor rub his stiff fingers… It wasn't scary at all.

Let his hands be completely frozen from the long flight, let them turn red. Let this village house be unfamiliar and creepy, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time and only recently a person had settled here. Let Snape, aged and with a torn, scarred throat peeking out of the collar of his robe, shout at him (thank Merlin, his voice remained the same). Harry was happy. And he couldn't get a word out of himself.

“Do you feel it? Are you going to answer me?”

Harry nodded, somewhat drunkenly and sluggishly, and only then did Snape leave him alone.

He sat down at a table—a long one and probably intended for a large family that once lived here, and now almost completely covered with dried herbs- and began to unwrap one of these dried bouquets. His fingers nervously fingered the thin stems and selected suitable ones.

“I…” Harry finally managed to say, but then he trailed off.

Snape looked at him sternly, and there was a threat in that look.

“I was hoping it would be Minerva. Or, in extreme case, Miss Granger…

“Weasley”, Harry interrupted automatically. Hermione, who had been Ron's wife for three months now, was constantly correcting her acquaintances who called her by her maiden name. “She's Mrs. Weasley now”.

Snape snorted. As he was doing it before — ironically , disapproving and arrogantly.

“ I had a better opinion of her. Well… What the hell did you want in my desk? What were you looking for there? Memories? My diary, in which I confessed to crimes? They wanted to sell his Skitter, probably, and…

"I wasn't looking for anything," Harry interrupted him again. "McGonagall gave me permission to take your papers, that's all. The office had to be vacated for a new teacher. She allowed it… She allowed me to take what I think is necessary.

“Allowed you? And why on earth would that be?”

“I needed it.”

“Why did you need it? Couldn't leave me alone even after death?

“Couldn't," Harry muttered, reaching for a bottle of firewhisky. It was standing at his feet.

The esophagus burned with heat, it became difficult to breathe at first, and then immediately felt better. Even the excitement has subsided.

“Why would that be? Tormented by guilt?”

"No, no guilt," Harry lied. “ I just fell in love. You know, it happens like this… You know a person for many years, and then he dies, becomes less disgusting and malicious, and you even have a communication. So you can fall in love. Even... with such a… you.”

He took two more big gulps, and a very pleasant heat spread in his chest.

Snape was silent and stared at the herbs on the table. It seemed that now they would break out and a fire would start.

“And how did you...? The antidote? Or did someone help?”

"Someone helped," Snape echoed and, apparently deciding that Harry had had enough to drink, called for a bottle with non—verbal and non-verbal spell.

He waved his hand — and it jerked and flew to the table, hitting the bottom on the edge.

“Malfoy? I've seen his letters… You were friends, right? … Are friends, I mean”

"Can you take the stairs?" Won't you wring your neck? Or do you need to be levitated?

It took Harry a moment to realize what the professor meant.

“ Are you inviting me... to stay? After what I…”

“ You won't be able to fly back in this condition. I won't let you apparate drunk, and I don't have a sobering one. You will spend the night here, and in the morning I will erase your memory.”

“ What are you going to do to me that you will have to erase my memory?” Harry laughed.

“I don't like you, Potter...” Snape looked at him as if he suspected some kind of bad change in him or someone else's evil influence.

“Yes, to be honest, I don't like myself ... but you…” Harry paused, feeling like a drunken fool. “Don’t erase my memory. I'm coming back anyway. In a week or a month…”

“Yes, you are coming back. I have no doubt in your stickiness, Potter.”

A few things didn't happen next morning. Firstly, they did not quarrel, although they could have. Secondly, Harry did not apologize for what he said drunk in the living room yesterday. As if he felt it was wrong to apologize for telling Severus the truth. Thirdly, Snape never erased his memory.

And, to be honest, Harry didn't go anywhere. Neither in the morning, nor in the evening, nor the next day.

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Late Night Dip ☀️

Happy Weasley Wednesday everyone! Here’s my contribution to the “hot” theme this week! (But also this falls into the "wet" theme from last week) Enjoy! ✌🏻

Late Night Dip - Garreth Weasley x house neutral F!MC

2.1k words

Smut/NSFW/18+, characters are aged up and in their 7th year. Do not read if you’re under 18!!

Summary: After an uncomfortably hot day, Garreth comes up with an excellent idea to keep him and MC cool, but a visitor foils their plans.

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It was unseasonably hot for this time of year. It was almost the end of September, but it felt like mid August, peak summertime. The heat was sweltering, and left every student feeling like there was a constant layer of sticky sweat on them.

MC, like every other student, had ditched her robes and opted for just her white shirt with her sleeves rolled up, fanning herself with her hand to no avail. Class was being held outside, as if that made any difference. It was equally as hot outside as it was in. She looked around at her classmates, all in a similar state of disarray, before looking over at her boyfriend, Garreth Weasley. While he too looked like he was about to be overcome with heatstroke, he somehow managed to look so good in this state.

Garreth also had the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, so his very freckled and slightly muscular forearms were in full view. He had ditched his tie and had unbuttoned several of the buttons so that his also very freckled neck and upper chest were exposed. He was running a hand through his luscious head of red hair which was slightly damp from dousing himself with Aguamenti spells like many others had throughout the day. His lips were parted, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead and neck. He looked so delicious that had there not been other students around, she would have gladly leaned over and licked the sweat off his neck. Seeing him like this gave her flashbacks to the many times they had been similarly hot and bothered together, but not because of the weather, but because of-

Her naughty thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her name being called. “Oh no. Did we lose you to the heat, sweetheart?” Garreth was in front of MC when she came back to reality, waving his hand in front of her face. “I’m fine! Just thinking.” MC replied, blush forming on her face. “Well, don’t think too hard!” He chuckled. “I’ve been doing some thinking too. This heat has been ridiculous the past few days, but I have an idea of a way we can cool off!” He gave MC a wink. MC looked at him with intrigue, wondering what sort of trouble the two of them were about to get into.

It was normal for Garreth and MC to get into trouble together. Ever since they started dating in fifth year, they were constantly causing mischief. Between pranking their fellow students, causing explosions in potions class, and getting caught snogging in empty classrooms, they were always in detention together, and they never regretted a moment of their time together (except that one time they were caught snogging by Garreth’s aunt. He didn’t regret doing it or getting caught, he just regretted who had caught them.).

“What did you have in mind, my little troublemaker?” MC asked with a sultry tone to her voice. “Ah, it’s a surprise! Meet me tonight, midnight, by the boathouse. Oh, I’ve got to get to class! You know Aunt Matilda will be royally pissed if I’m late!” Garreth planted a big kiss on MC’s lips and took off, leaving MC to stew in her excitement for tonight’s activities.

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It was a little before midnight when MC stealthily snuck out of her dorm. With a Disillusionment charm in place, she made her way over to the boathouse. The weather had cooled down slightly with it being nighttime, but it was still quite hot and humid out. MC hadn’t wondered much about what Garreth had planned tonight. She tried not to think about it to avoid spoiling the surprise. It was a long trek down the stairs leading to the boathouse, and she was winded by the time she got down there. MC didn’t see Garreth at first, but she knew already from their countless excursions that he likely had the charm on as well. She called out his name, and he removed the charm from himself, as MC did the same. His smile was wide as he made eye contact with her. His adorable smile made her heart swell. No matter what silly activity they did together, he was always so happy to be doing them with her, and she shared in the happiness as well.

“So what are we doing out here, darling?” MC asked. “Well…being that it’s…so hot out…” Garreth was drawing this out in an attempt to raise her anticipation. “I thought maybe we could cool off…by going for a swim.” He gestured towards the Black Lake which surrounded them. “A very naked swim…” He gave her a sultry smile.

“We’re going skinny dipping?!” She asked in a tone that was equal parts shocked and equal parts impressed. “Mhmm! Now get undressed!” He said as he began to unbutton his shirt. “But what about the giant squid?” She asked cautiously, but already taking her own clothes off. MC was 100% on board with the idea regardless, she just wanted to ensure he planned ahead. MC had seen the tentacles of the famed giant squid pop out of the lake from time to time, but she was pretty certain that she (MC decided the squid was a female) inhabited a much further out and deeper portion of the lake than the two of them were going into.

“Uhh…” Garreth had a look of confusion on his face, unsure if she was serious or not. “I think we’ll be okay…we’re not going super deep, and the second we see the squid we’ll hop out!” A smile was on his face as he removed his underwear, the last article of clothing that was left on his body. MC paused her undressing to appreciate his body, which is something she did every time she had the opportunity to see him naked.

He was fit. He wasn’t the most muscular guy in school, but he had a tight, fit stomach and had some bit of muscle in his arms. She took a moment to fantasize about his arms, thinking back to all the times he supported her ass and thighs with those arms every time he fucked her against the wall of the tiny supply closets they sometimes found themselves in. MC continued ogling him. Appreciating the light brown freckles that covered him from head to toe. She loved all his freckles, especially the little one he had on his tip. She always made sure to give that freckle a kiss before anytime she used her mouth on him. Her eyes then grazed over his happy trail of red hair that led down to more red hair, and below that red hair, his impressive length, which was currently in a semi-hard state, somewhat aroused by what they were about to do, but not quite there yet. And although it was cooler out than before, he still appeared a little sweaty from the heat. Like before, there were beads of sweat on his forehead. His hair was a bit unruly, which it often was, and she couldn’t wait to run her fingers through it. She couldn’t believe how perfect he was.

“See something you like?” He said as he broke MC’s concentration. MC blinked rapidly to get her mind out of the naughty place it was in. “Yes, actually, all of it!” She replied with a wink as she finished removing her clothes.

They stood completely bare in front of each other. Nerves were beginning to overtake them, but it wasn’t going to stop them. After a moment or two of standing in silence, Garreth broke the silence first by smiling wickedly, dashing over to the dock and jumping off with a loud “WOOOO!” and a splash as his body made contact with the water. MC rolled her eyes, although he definitely didn’t see it. She walked over to the dock, and hopped off of it and into the water as well, in a much less dramatic fashion than Garreth.

Once they were both in the water, she threw her arms around Garreth’s neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their bodies were flush against each other. MC began to feel a heat between her legs, letting out soft moans in between kisses. Garreth’s hands moved from MC’s hips down to her thighs, pulling them up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. MC could feel Garreth’s length rutting against her entrance. His mouth then moved down to her neck, as their bodies moved against each other, eager for some friction. One of Garreth’s hands then snaked between their two bodies, making its way to MC’s center. Garreth began to rub small circles, drawing out loud moans from MC’s lips. The point of this late night dip was to cool down from the heat, but it was beginning to seem pointless with how hot and heavy the pair were getting. Garreth reluctantly removed his hand from MC’s center, taking himself in his hand and lining himself up with her entrance. His tip had just breached her entrance when a slight booming sound in the distance made them pull apart from each other.

Much further out into the lake they saw two tentacles shoot up out of the water, stretching out before they dropped back in, causing a ripple effect that the pair felt even being such a far distance away. Garreth and MC looked at each other in shock before they both let out high pitched screams, and scrambled to get out of the water. Once they were out, they both burst into a laughter that lasted several minutes before they could compose themselves. Once the laughter ceased, MC moved to begin dressing again when Garreth, aroused again as a result of the adrenaline, pulled her into a deep kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Garreth walked MC over to the dock, where she laid down with Garreth between her legs. He wasted no time sliding himself into her, an easy feat as MC was still aroused herself. His thrusts were quick and hard, both of their releases rapidly approaching. MC and Garreth had shagged in questionable locations before, but on the dock overlooking the Black Lake after encountering the giant squid was definitely in the top 5, and MC spent all of two seconds worried about splinters before she gave into the pleasure Garreth was giving her, letting out sultry moans in response to his thrusts.

She wrapped her legs around Garreth’s waist, allowing him deeper access to her, which Garreth took as his opportunity to speed up his movements. Garreth was letting out his own groans of pleasure, and the two of them were overheating quickly, the cooler weather and the wetness of their bodies doing little to cool them down. Garreth was very familiar with MC’s body at this point in their relationship, and knew she was about to break at any moment. Eager to make her finish, and knowing he himself was close to the moment as well, he dipped his head near her ear and whispered softly “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” MC let out a drawn out moan in response. “Good girl!” He whispered harshly through gritted teeth.

Her release came first, her body tensing up as she screamed his name. Garreth’s came right after, burying himself deep into her as he released, filling her insides with himself. He remained inside her for a moment while they caught their breaths and came down from their highs. Once they had composed themselves, the pair got dressed. “Holy shit!” Garreth proclaimed. “That was something!”

“What we just did, or…?” She lifted her arms in the air and waved them around, imitating the squid’s tentacles. “Both!” Garreth said with a breathy laugh. They both began to giggle again at the terrifying experience before MC pulled Garreth into a sweet, soft kiss. “We should probably get back, assuming we haven’t already woken up half the school with our ruckus.” Garreth said when MC pulled away from the kiss. “You’re right, you did scream after all!” She said with a teasing tone.

“Uh, so did you!” He shot back. “Yes, but you were louder!” The two of them laughed as she took his hand, and they walked away from the boathouse.

“You know Garreth, the next time you want a way to cool down from the heat, maybe we should sneak into the prefect’s bathroom instead!” MC said with a laugh. “That’s actually not a bad idea!” Garreth replied as he squeezed her hand, the pair making their way to the long stairs to begin the trek back to their dorms.

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communicationthroughlyrics · 8 months

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 10

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: I'm speeding up the timeline a little bit, so some of the next few chapters will leap forwards in the timeline. Bear with me :]

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Ch 10: I Pulled Off Your Wings, Then I Laughed

Jimmy knew that this was not going to be an easy go of it for you. In the many letters and correspondence between the two of you, you had let him know that you were constantly scared of one thing, and that was this character from your past showing back up. Now, that is what your entire company was staring down the barrel at. He knew that Waters affected you deeply.

“Y/N, what happened?” He asked, knowing that there is more to this than just the job at hand.

“He showed up at my apartment, Jim. And then followed me from MY HOME. He followed me from McCall, here. He has my number- in more ways than one. He has already called me twice. I don’t feel safe.” You felt small with the admission, but it was true. If there was one person you could be vulnerable with, it was Jimmy. Your normally stoic demeanor faltered, and he could see right though it.

“Ok. I’ll keep tabs on him.” He looked at you, and rose from his seat. He walked over to you, placing his rough hand on your shoulder. “You better get your ass going, you’ll miss your morning meeting.” He said, looking down at the time on his watch. You looked down at your watch as well, jumping up when you realized it was already 8:30 and you hadn’t finished what you needed to before going to Scarletts. He laughed at your response, and walked out of your office.

“That was quite the meeting.” Kris stated as she asked back into your office. “Is everything ok? I’m sorry for interrupting earlier.”

“Everything is fine. I just needed to go over some things with him, and give him a new assignment is all.”

“A new assignment? What assignment? I didn’t see anything in the books.” She asked, visibly confused by the change.

“Kris, it’s fine. Just a temporary shift. No biggie. I have to go up to the job site today, so I need you to take care of things here. I also need you to look into the mystery car from yesterday.” You alluded to the fact that no answer had been provided on the black vehicle that followed you the majority of the way here. She nodded, before turning around and heading back to her office. You sat down, finishing the emails and tasks before you as quickly as you could, and switching the setting on your emails to forward them to Kris. Groaning as you looked at the time, you knew you would be late in the LA traffic to Scarletts house. Currently, you wouldn’t get there till 9:45 at the earliest- but she still hadn’t called to tell you she was leaving yet, so there was hope for you.

You freshened up in the bathroom, reapplying some cologne, and grabbing your black suit jacket and slinging it over your shoulders. You weren’t sure if you would need it, but it was an unseasonably cool day for LA at the end of August. Equipped with your pistol on your hip, and your black sunglasses, you walked out of your office, typing the code into the lock, and made your way to the parking garage. Remote starting the truck, you sling a smaller black duffel onto the passenger seat, and walk around to your side, climbing into the lifted vehicle. You checked in the rearview, slicking your manicured eyebrows into the correct position, your gaze lingering on the bald area where the hair refuses to grow through the scar tissue. Plugging your phone into the truck, and begin driving towards the address in your navigation, you receive a phone call from the starlet herself.

“Resolute Security, Y/L/N speaking.”

“You don’t have to say that every time, ya know. I know who I’m calling, and you know who I am.”

“In the name of professionalism, Ms. Johansson.” You rolled your eyes.

“Scarlett. Please. I’m about to leave now, are you on your way?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m driving now.”

“Okay Y/N. I’ll be seeing you. Bye.” She hung up before you could say anything further. You thought about texting her to tell her no rush, that you were hitting traffic, but just decided to focus on the hour drive ahead of you. You really loathed the traffic here, making a drive that would normally take half an hour and easily doubling it was highly irritating. You turned up the music, knowing you could vent some of your frustrations into the air around you, singing the songs that reflected your feelings at the current time.

As the drive neared its end, you were feeling slightly better after singing to your hearts content on the way to the north side of Calabasas. You cringed at the thought of how typical this was, but remembered the idiot you were going to be protecting someone from. You were pleasantly shocked when the directions took you through Calabasas proper, and up into the canyon, further north, and further and further away from the majority of the celebrity that fell below. The green truck rumbled up to a gatekeeper, you rolled your window down and gave the gentleman your information. He looked you over a few times, gave back your ID and waved you through. You made a mental note of changing that- it was way too easy to get into this neighborhood. You romped your way through the winding canyon roads, finally approaching the work in progress perched on top of the bluff, overlooking all of the city below, and looking straight towards the greater LA area. Parking the truck up near the house, you check your appearance once more, making sure your hair was how you wanted, and situating the necklaces on your tattooed chest. You shut the truck off, and hopped out, brushing yourself off and straightening your outfit out further.

“Well, well, it isn’t nice to leave people waiting. But I can honestly say it was worth the wait.” The gravelly voice came from behind you, causing you to spin on your heel. Once you made eye contact, she began to run her eyes up and down your figure.

“My apologies, traffic was a real bitch.” You respond, drinking in the appearance of a slightly shorter Scarlett, wearing white sneakers, torn light blue jeans, and a striped blue and white polo, with a grey sport coat. Her eyebrow was cocked as she watched you.

“I bet it was. Come on in, pardon the mess.” She said, grazing past you and heading straight for the house. The majority of the massive abode seemed to be done, but there were obvious odds and ends that needed to be taken care of. You found yourself looking at all the details, taking in the mid century styling of the structure. “Make yourself at home,” she motions towards a room that already has some furniture, dark walnut paneling and large overhead geometric lights. You sit on one of the chairs, allowing yourself to look out at the view of the Valley floor below.

“Gorgeous house Scarlett.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Water? It’s bottled water.” She asked, her voice resonating from the area you resumed to be the kitchen.

“Please.” She approached with a bottle of water, before sitting on the chair across from you, and removing her sunglasses.

“For a woman of few words, I am surprised you wanted to talk, Y/N. I think this is the first time we’ve been able to sit and have a conversation, just us.” She says with a playing smirk on her face.

“Yeah, it is. I don’t typically see my clients, so this is new.” You state, taking a large swig from the water bottle. You couldn’t help but notice the slight deflection on her face, showing a slight disappointment at your statement.

“I’m surprised your assistant isn’t in tote,” she comes back cooly, trying hide some of the jealousy she felt towards the woman who saw you almost every day.

“She’s a big girl, she has her own things she needs to do at the office.” You smirk over the water bottle, raising it to your lips once more. Scarletts gaze shifted from your face down, watching the muscles in your neck and collar flex as you drank. At this moment, you were glad your sunglasses were still on, hiding your amusement at her reactions. Once you were happy with the amount of water you had consumed, you set the bottle back down on the floor next to your chair.

“Mmhmm, that she is. You said you wanted to talk to me in person about some things?” She asked, leaning forward towards you.

“Yeah, actually,” you removed your glasses, allowing your full face to be visible. Scarlett quickly begin to look over every facet of your facade. “I wanted to ask you if you have had any reasons in particular, that you sought out more help than what you have currently.” You leaned back in the chair, holding your glasses with one arm resting on your lips.

“I’m not really sure what you mean, Y/N.” Scarlett looked utterly confused by the question.

“I noticed you had quite the security detail already. Have there been any scenarios or events that made you feel your current security was not adequate enough?” You probe again, trying to leave the question more open to a longer answer. She leans back as well, taking the time to think to herself. “While you think about that, I’m going to take a brief walk around. I need to make a phone call.” You state, raising from the chair, and pretending not to hear her breathing shift as you leaned in her direction, exposing more of your chest for her to see. “I’ll be right back.” You slide the phone out of your pocket, texting Jim to see if he had been able to get any leads on Steve. You walk around the perimeter of the estate, looking at everything in a tactical, defensive manner. This house was a sitting duck, with hardly any covering foliage, but it did have neighbors just down the hill. This place was a strategic nightmare. Your phone buzzed, you looked down to see who it was from.

10:23 AM UNK- “I know you’re plotting the place out. Just know I will see everything.”

10:24 AM JIM- “Yes, I have a bead on this slimy little fuck. He sure has been following you hard.”

10:25 AM YOU- “Jim, he’s texting me, I’m at Scarletts.”

You cringed at the thought of this, and went back inside to discuss things further with Scarlett. She must have caught a slight change in your demeanor.

“Everything ok, Y/N?”

“Yeah, everything is.” You smile, faking it for the time being. “So, do you have an answer for me?”

“Yes and no,” she responded, wringing her hands together. You had noticed that she does this a lot, when you were doing your research for this project. You studied her body language in various interviews and tv spots to know when she is distressed, upset, or nervous would be crucial to knowing if something was going on. “I’ve play my fair share of interesting characters. Black Widow was one of my most popular. But playing a Russian spy can attract some unwarranted attention by the more… unsavory crowd.” She looked off towards the wall of windows before the both of you. “Up until recently it’s been manageable. As a celebrity, you get your occasional hate mail, but hey, that’s what assistants and PR is for, to go through the mail and sort out the negative.” She continued to play with her hands, spinning rings on her fingers, and tracing the tattoo on her right wrist. You resumed your place across from her, so you could watch the behavioral shifts, but also wanting to feel closer to her. “As of late, I’ve been pulled out of interviews mid-sentence, shuffled around like some secret service pet. I can no longer fulfill my obligations, and I no longer feel safe.” She looks down, just staring at her now still hands. “I constantly feel like someone I don’t want around is watching. I’m paranoid.”

“Scarlett,” gaining the weary gaze of the blonde from her hands. “When you say you feel like you’re being watched, have you ever noticed anyone lurking around, or any vehicles that don’t belong?” You had a feeling you knew this answer already, but she needed to be the one to tell you. “I am fully aware of the group that has been threatening you. Best case is to be fully transparent with me.” She looked directly into your eyes, hers slightly misty, holding back tears. She carefully wiped her eyes, trying not to mess up her makeup.

“I always see a car hanging around, but never anyone with it. Like it’s taunting me. Just far enough away to make it seem like it’s there for something or someone else, but always where I am.”

“What does the car look like?”

“It’s black. But beyond that, I couldn’t tell you. I’m honestly terrible with cars.” She laughs, wiping her eyes again. “I have a picture of it in my phone.” The memory suddenly strikes her, and she searches through her phone for the photo. “Here. This is the one always around.” She hands you her phone which you confiscate to examine the photo. Not surprisingly, the vehicle she photographed was identical to the one that followed you out from Idaho.

“Hmm… are you okay if I send this to my phone?” You ask her permission to forward the photo to your personal cell.

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“It’s a Chevy Malibu, for the record. But they probably change the plates on it regularly to avoid detection.” You hand the phone back to her. “Any time you see it, try and get a photo, as long as it's safe.”

She nodded in response, a slight smile on her face. “Okay. I should have known you would know what kind of car it was.” You look at her with a confused expression. “I saw you leave the morning of the first meeting. You seem to have a very particular taste in cars.” She nodded out to your truck. You raised your eyebrow, and smirked. Your phone dinged at the receipt of the photo from Scarlett, and you forwarded it to Jimmy, typing a quick message that she’s been noticing it hanging around.

“If you mean fast and loud, then yes, yes I do.” You leaned back in the chair, laughing and crossing your right leg over the left. “I collect cars, actually.” She clicked her tongue, obviously pondering her next statement.

“I would like to get to know the person who will be taking care of my safety for the unforeseen future.” She turned towards you, a nervous smile on her face. “I would imagine that this issue won’t go away over night, and I’d like to keep you around. Your crew has already been here installing so much more than I had anticipated, and it shows how much you care.” You hesitated, not knowing how to approach. You were not used to being face to face with your clients, particularly one of this… caliber. Sensing your hesitation, she visibly panicked. “But I totally understand if you won’t due to your professionalism, I just thought…“ Your laugh caught her off guard. She hadn’t seen you smile, or laugh, at all up to this point.

“Scarlett?” You quirk your scarred eyebrow, leaning in her direction. You were letting your guard down a little at a time with the blonde.

“Yes?”

“You don’t need to panic. It’s ok. I think that putting a person behind the client title helps. I would love to get to know you more, at least more than I’ve read.” You smirk at the last part, knowing that she probably didn’t realized you had done some homework.

“You’ve read, huh? What have you read about me?” She asks, suddenly intrigued by the admission. “I should have known you would be the studious type.”

“That’s classified,” you wink.

“How on earth could it be classified when I’m who it’s about??” She laughed, questioning the deflection.

“No, but seriously. I’ve read literally everything about you already. I know how much you bought this place for, that you’re not technically divorced or separated, but that your ‘ex’ and you are no longer together, all the way to how much money you’ve made every year you’ve been working. That top secret clearance gets me access to everything, Ms. Johansson.” You emphasize the last name, just to get a little bit more of a rise out of her. “But what I read and who someone really is, those are two different things. It would be nice to learn the things from the source, not just some government file on everything you have, have done, have had on paper. ”

“You must be a real hit at parties, Y/L/N.” She chuckled.

“Eh, that would require going to them. I don’t generally do that any more. I’ve made more enemies than friends in my line of work.”

“I can’t imagine why, it’s such a straightforward job to work with the government,” she quipped, rolling her eyes., grabbing her water bottle and taking a swig.

“Oh it totally is, very black and white. No wiggle room at all.” You snark back. She almost spit her water out at the comment.

“Is that a sense of humor I detect, Y/N?” She laughed again, leaning again in your direction.

“Yeah, it’s in there, don’t get used to it though.” She rolled her eyes, leaning backward again. “However, I did want to discuss one other thing with you, Scarlett.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“With the understanding that you have seen a car hanging around, I want to give you some information. Not to scare you, but to empower you. The more you know, the better. Understood?” She nodded, eyebrow raised as is to question what could be coming next. “There are likely two people in that car you keep seeing. One of them is former military, and he- from everything we have investigated so far, is extremely unpredictable. ” Scarlett takes a deep breath, putting her face in her hands.

“Is this supposed to make me feel any better? Because it doesn’t, Y/N.”

“It may not right now. But you have to know what you’re up against.”

“Well, Y/N, it sounds like your homework didn’t uncover the ‘fan’ that has been showing up to all my appearances.” This caught you off guard. There was nothing in the file or anything you read about a recurring fan- typically the fans all over the Internet pick something like that apart.

“You’re correct. I haven’t heard of this, so please, discuss further. I need to know these things. You okay if I record what happened?” You grabbed your phone, waving it in her direction.

“Yeah, if it helps keep this guy away from me.”

“Let’s get everything going, see what we can take care of for you.” You set the phone on the middle of the coffee table, signaling for her to start with your hands.

(CHAPTER 11)

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Blood Curse Ch.2

Pairing: TBD

“I’m sorry.” Melody said, bringing her head up from her hands. “Run that past me again? My ancestor cursed your guys’ ancestor into turning into a wolfman on the full moon?” She sounded incredulous and they didn’t blame her.

“Sounds batshit, doll, but it’s true.” Sy said. He had shown up at one point and was leaning against Walter’s desk while Walter sat on the short couch he had in his office with Melody.

“Trust me, Melody.” Walter said, “If someone did to my daughter what Albert Marshall did to that little girl, I would put a bullet in his head and call it a day. Consequences be damned.”

“Okay, then.” She said, dropping her head back in her hands.

“The man was a monster, so the girls’ momma cursed him to be monster.” Sy said, “I don’t think she expected it to get passed down, though.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Melody said, picking her head up again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Sy said.

“I’m not saying I believe you guys, because it sounds pretty fucking unbelievable, but I—earlier I felt...something.” She said, “And when you came into the room, I felt it again.”

“Your blood cursed ours.” Walter said, “It feels the curse.”

“You’re takin’ it better than your relatives, though.” Sy said, “Last Cartwright witch I met tried to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“New boot in Iraq, just outta Basic. He got transferred to my command. First patrol we ran, he shot at me. I told the brass it was an accident and pulled some strings to get’im transferred.” Sy explained briefly and she blinked at him. “Yeah. He was probably told that if he ever ran across someone like us, shoot first and ask questions later. We sorted shit before his transfer so he knows that not all of us are rabid beasts, but ya know.”

“Right.” Melody said and looked over at Walter. “You have a daughter?”

“Faye. She’s twelve.” He said, “Her mum and I are divorced and Angie has primary custody. I have her every other weekend and on school holidays. “ He shrugged, “When work allows.”

“Does she—don’t tell me your daughter...”

“Only hits the men.” Sy said, shaking his head.

“Oh thank god.” She said with a relieved sigh, her eyes closing briefly. “So, wait, that means you two are related, right? I mean, distantly. Obviously not directly, you obviously grew up in vastly different environments.”

“Second cousins.” Sy said, “We share great-grandparents. My grandma, his great-aunt, moved from the UK to the US, settled in Texas, got married and had babies. His grandpa, my great-uncle, stayed in the UK. We have another second cousin, August, whose grandma, our great aunt also moved to the US and settled in DC.”

“How the hell did you guys find each other?”

“One of them mail in family tree things.” Sy said with a shrug, “It’s how I found Walt, and a few weeks later August, who’s got some shady government job, rung us up.”

“O-okay then.” She said, “I mean, wolves pack together, right?”

“Never thought of it that way, but yeah.” Sy admitted. “Actually, hold on. Walt, can I use your phone?” Walter made a gesture and Sy went around his desk, punching in a number and putting it on speaker.

“Walker.”

“Hey, Auggie, it’s Sy.” He said, “I got a...well, we got a Cartwright witch here.”

“Are they still alive?” August asked immediately and her brows jumped slightly.

“Yeah she’s still alive, ya donkey!” Sy said indignantly.

“Hi there.” Melody chimed in.

“Why is she still alive?”

“Because we’re sitting in the middle of a goddamn police station and we ain’t fuckin’ animals.” Sy said, “Thought we should give you a heads up, bye.” He hung up the phone, almost slamming the receiver down. “Donkey.”

“He seems...nice.” Melody said and Walter snorted, laying his hand on her back and rubbing slightly. “Sy, Walter said...he said I “made it quiet”. What does that mean?” Sy explained the growling they all constantly heard and she gave a heavy blink. “Well that sounds like an aggressive form of tinnitus.”

“Ya get used to it.” He said with a shrug and she pushed up from the couch, going to him. His hands clenched at his sides at her approach, but he shook them out. Laying her hands on his chest, his jaw clenching at the contact, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. All tension suddenly left his body and he pressed a hand to Walter’s desk to keep himself upright. “It’s gone. Fuck, I didn’t realize how loud it was until it stopped.” Leaning into her, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Shit.” Her hands came around to press into his back, moving over his t-shirt. “It’s so fuckin’ quiet.”

“Glad I could help.” She said, her hands still moving over his back in soothing motions and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. A sigh deflated his chest as he held her and one of her hands went to the back of his head, her nails moving through the dark stubble covering his scalp.

“Shit.” He sighed, holding her tighter and Walter got up from the couch, going to them. She looked at him as his hand laid between her shoulders and he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closing.

“So quiet.” He whispered. The growling had started to come back but it faded again as he stayed close to her, taking in deep breaths. There was no anger, none of the red hot rage that was constantly boiling just beneath the surface, threatening to break free if he didn’t maintain control. There was...peace. He never let Angie see that side of him, never laid a hand on her, or even yelled at her, but she could see it, could feel it, some primitive side of her brain reacting to his Beast. It had ended his marriage.

“Your office door is locked, right?” She asked and he nodded. “Okay, good, wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see this. It’d destroy any shred of professionalism or respect.” Walter chuckled slightly, Sy huffing a laugh against her neck.

“We ain’t makin’ ya uncomfortable, are we?” Sy asked.

“No.” She said, “Surprising, seeing as I just met you two today.”

“Uh, Lieutenant?” There was a knock on his office door. “Your cousin is here. Your other cousin.”

“What the fuck is August doing here?” Walter asked, pulling away from and Sy gave her some respectful distance too as Walter went to the door.

“I swear, if he tries to draw on you darlin’, I—”

“I’ll be fine.” She reassured him and Walter stepped aside to let him into the office. He stood a couple inches than Walter, shoulders wide and build powerful. A neat mustache covered his upper lip, offset by the heavy stubble covering his jaw. On anyone else, it would look ridiculous, something out of a 70’s adult film, but it suited him. His eyes hardened when they fell on her, the pale blue going icy, but she didn’t back down, meeting his eyes with her own. He wasn’t the first man she faced with a top notch death glare, he wouldn’t be the last.

“Easy, Walker.” Walter said but he pushed past him, heading for the desk with purpose. Sy pushed her behind him, putting himself between her and potential danger.

“Get out of the way, Derek.” He said, standing in front of him.

“Not until you take a fuckin’ breath, August.” Sy said, “She ain’t her family.”

“She’s a Cartwright.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t even know about that whole mess until an hour ago.” Sy said.

“Melody’s parents died when she was little.” Walter said, echoing what she had told him earlier, “She was adopted by another family with no connection and was ignorant of her family history until we told her.”

“Bullshit, she has their name.”

“Changed it when I turned eighteen and I dug up my adoption record.” Melody said from behind Sy, “I want nothing to do with my adoptive parents so I sure as hell don’t want to carry their name.”

“She didn’t know, Walker.” Walter said, “She didn’t know. The daughter shouldn’t be punished for the actions of the mother.”

“And the sons shouldn’t be punished for the sins of the father.” August said, his jaw clenching.

“You’re right.” Melody said, “You, all of you, had nothing to do with what happened. You had nothing to do with what your ancestor did, just like I had nothing to do with what mine did. You can hate me all you want, but I didn’t put this on you.” There was a pause where he did nothing before he gave a single nod and took a step back.

“I’m movin’, but if you try anythin’ we’re gonna have problems.” Sy said and August nodded again, watching as Sy stepped aside. They stared at each other for a moment before she extended her hand and August looked at it before placing his hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, shaking her hand. “Now, I can try something with you that I did with the others. I did it without realizing it to Walter, and Sy was a successful experiment, but if you’d like I can turn down the volume of the...growling. If you’d like.”

“She made it quiet, Auggie.” Sy said, “I can actually fuckin’ hear myself think now.”

“You can do that?” August asked.

“Sy said earlier it’s because my family gave you the curse, so I can control it. Kind of. I can’t...to be honest I don’t know what I’m doing or how I even can, but...but I’d be willing to try with you. It worked for Walter, it worked for Sy, but again, I won’t do it without your permission. Seeing as you have...issues with my birth family.” He just stared at her for a long moment, as if weighing his options.

“Do it.” He said.

“I think—I’m going to have to touch you. Is that okay?” She asked and he nodded again. His gaze was unwavering as she stepped in close, reaching up to lay her hands on his chest and he pulled in a sudden breath, his jaw clenching as his hands came up to hold her shoulders.

“Easy.” Sy said cautiously. Melody closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Whatever she felt made her brows knit together slightly.

“There’s...resistance.” She said, “I can’t—with you two it came forward on it’s own, but with him, I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Whatever,” August sniffed, “You—”

“Wait!” She said, cutting him off, her brows jumping. “There!” His shoulders suddenly slackened and his breath left him in a rush.

“It’s gone,” He said, “It’s quiet. It’s been so long I—I forgot what the quiet sounded like.”

“It’ll come back.” Walter said, “She turns down the volume, but it’ll come back. It’s only temporary.”

“Still.” August sighed, “It’s quiet. She made it quiet.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #blood curse

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2nd of August Jegulus prompt: constant, by @jegulus-microfic

(Word count: 1,158 ok maybe this one isn't a microfic, I might've gone overboard, oops. Hope u still enjoy)

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"Hey Reggie. I've been looking for you." James went up to kiss his boyfriend but was gently pushed away. "Did I do something…?"

"I can't- I can't deal with this…" Regulus's voice slightly broke, which was highly unusual for the youngest Black.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jamie looked into Reg's eyes, looking for an answer.

"This- This constant pressure and fucking anxiety! I'm never good enough no matter what I do!" Potter was about to retaliate but the Slytherin was not finished "I'm not strong, nor resilient, nor dedicated enough for my mother. I'm not brave and good enough for my brother. I'm too closed off but then I'm ignored if I try to talk, I just- there's no winning! There's no fucking point! I just constantly disappoint everyone and I'm going to disappoint you eventually and you're going to fucking leave me like everyone else!" Icy blue eyes looked away from worried brown ones. He didn't want to cry. But fuck was it getting difficult.

"Hey, I'm not going to leave you…" A tanned hand reached to cup a pale face, but it was pushed away.

"You say that now! When the war begins you'll go back on your word." It was true. James Potter wouldn't have a death eater boyfriend, no matter how much he loved him.

"You just have to join us, or stay on the side lines. As long as you don't side with Voldemort." The bloody encouraging smile was infuriating and Regulus snapped.

"You don't fucking understand, Potter! It's not simple like that! I'm trapped! I'm fucking trapped! Dumbledore won't trust me even if I wanted to join you and my parents would come after me. After Sirius. After you! The only thing stopping them is having an heir!"

"Nothing will happen! We'll be careful!" That was such a load of bullshit. The Marauders? Being careful?! When have they ever?! They lived off adrenaline and recklessness.

"We both know you bloody won't. You lot are fucking insane, you will go head into the war without caring for the consequences!"

"We're doing what's right!"

"For you!" He didn't want to sound accusatory, but Potter wasn't able to see the other side of the coin. "And it's great you're doing it. But I can't!" Voice cracked, much like the boy speaking. "I would be putting you in danger and betraying my friends!" Barty, Evan… They didn't have much of a choice either. Barty could be a tad lunatic sometimes but he wasn't a bad person underneath. He had always been there for Reg. They all have.

"You shouldn't be friends with bloody death eaters to begin with!"

"You don't fucking get it Potter! You will never! You're not part of a purist family! You're not a Slytherin!"

"You're not your family! Nor your house!"

"We get marked as evil the moment the sorting hat shouts Slytherin! We get constant comments and looks! Even from you! You fucking hate Slytherins! I'm a bloody Slytherin, Potter!"

"But you're different-" No. He wasn't going to have this crap.

"I don't want to be a fucking exception! And I'm your exception! The rest of the school sees me as nothing but a blood purist who wants to kill muggles! I don't give a bloody shit about them! I don't care if someone has muggle parents or pureblood wizards ones! I just want to be left the fuck alone!"

"You can ignore them! All of them! Prove them different! Everyone can make their own choices!"

"Not all of us! Sirius only left our house alive because our mother knew she had me!" If Regulus wasn't there to 'save' the name of the House of Black, Sirius would have been a goner. But they simply couldn't seem to understand that! "Sirius didn't 'escape'. Our mother let him go. It was convenient for her. Not having to deal with him anymore. She won't have that courtesy with me."

"Dumbledore will protect you! He will help!" Black scoffed. Albus Dumbledore. The one thing he agreed with the purists was that he was fucking insane, disguised behind words of wisdom and kindness. When in reality, he didn't care. He didn't give a shit about anyone. Not his students, not the muggleborns, nobody. He would sacrifice all of his allies if he saw fit. If it gave him power. Even if he was fighting for a good cause, he wasn't so different from the Dark Lord himself.

"I will not trust that old rag with my life, James. I'm sorry but I won't." Round glasses were pushed up and red lips turned into a line.

"So that's it? You're going to give up?" The desire to both punch and kiss this tanned boy was unreal. Couldn't he fucking understand that Reggie was doing it for the best?! Again, he was never good enough. Not even for his bloody boyfriend.

"I knew this would happen. I'm fucking stupid. I shouldn't have allowed myself to fall for you. And I surely shouldn't have accepted to date you." Dark eyes widened and James bit his tongue.

"Wow… Wow! Really? Are you bloody for real?!"

"We're both going to get hurt, Potter. You will break from not saving me. I will break from losing you." What the Gryffindor didn't know is that it was already happening. The small boy had been slowly tearing apart for the last several weeks. Anticipating this moment. Because nothing good in his life could last.

"There's still time! I can still-"

"No, James! You can't!" Fucking hero complex that wouldn't move for anything. One person could never save everyone. They were wizards, not bloody superheroes. "Hate me for what I'm going to say if you want. But I'd rather kill dozens of people than get you or Sirius killed."

"Reggie…" The expression of the oldest boy wasn't readable. It could be sadness, fear, disappointment…

"I think it's best if we part ways." Their hearts breaking could possibly be heard through the hallways of the castle. A tragic story of two people who deeply loved each other but weren't meant to be. The unfairness of the world splitting the ground beneath them.

"No, don't do this…" The next words were spoken in a different tone. They were soft, caring, and tremendously melancholic.

"You can't save me, love." That had been the first time Reggie called James that. He thought it many times before. But never out loud. "And I will not drag you down with me. You were the best thing that has ever happened to me." As a goodbye, Regulus placed a tender kiss on James's lips. Barely kissed back. Too stunned to react. "Take care of my brother for me." Potter only snapped out of it when the love of his life was walking away.

"No, wait! Regulus! Reggie, please!" Disappearing into the shadows, the Slytherin slid down to the floor and cried and cried. No matter how much he cried, it wasn't enough.

#i'm sorry #might've slightly drifted away from the prompt? Who knows?#james potter #jegulus #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #regulus x james #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #harry potter marauders #the marauders #angst #marauders angst #sad marauders

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Just a Dream (Tomura Shigaraki) - Pt 1

A/N: My life has been on hiatus lately. So much bad happened all at once. But everything is finally looking up and one of those bad things took quite a positive turn! I have a few new things I've actually been inspired to write... but they're not ready to be posted yet. Soon tho!

I debated posting this here for a long time. I've been writing and rereading it since August 3rd, 2022. It's the first story I drafted with an actual ending. Cause, major shock coming I'm sure, I usually just wing it. But anyhow, enough of that. Chapter 1 of 🤔 potentially 12. I don't know if I'll post them all. That's kinda a lot.

And then, suddenly, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt.

Warnings: First go at an 🤔 isekai. Unedited... unless you count the 50 million times I've read it before being brave enough to post it on Wattpad 😂 Also, I kept the dates what they were when I initially posted this cause I'm lazy. Maybe bondage of sorts... but not in that way. LOL! I love Shigaraki a lot.

Saturday, September 16, 2022 - 9:45 pm

I stepped foot through the door, and the smell of stale bar snacks and locally brewed beer hit me harshly in the face, making me wince and squint my eyes. I was mentally cursing myself as I peered around the room, attempting to spot my work friends before trekking my way through the groups of overly zealous people eager to be here tonight.

I spotted Cindy at a table across the dancefloor, sighed heavily to myself, and began to push my way through the cluster of strangers.

“Oh, wow… you actually came?” Cindy stated, shock evident on her face, as I stepped up to the edge of the table, “I always assume that you’ll stand us up. We’ve been inviting you for months on end to no avail.” she smiled, leaning against her friend I wasn’t familiar with.

“And yet you still invite me,” I state, a little irked at Cindy’s snide comment, “every single weekend.”

“Calm down, killer,” I heard over my shoulder, causing me to spin and come face to face with Daniel, my only work friend who I actually could stand to be around, “Why did you come tonight?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink and smiling his award-winning smile at me.

I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t have anything better to do.”

“Nice, so we’re the last resort. Must be all caught up on your anime shows, huh?” he smirked, pushing me towards the booth of their claimed table.

“I can always go home and let Netflix recommend something, ya know?” I snarked back, sliding my way into the inside of the booth, making my escape a little bleaker.

“Yeah, yeah.” he laughed, sitting beside me, closer than I needed him to, “No way am I letting your cute ass head home now that we got you here.”

I felt my cheeks burn at his comment and quickly looked around the bar to hide my reddened cheeks, praying the dim lighting in here would help hide my embarrassment.

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I couldn’t keep my eyes focused on any one particular thing. Daniel had left to get another drink from the bar and was stopped by a few brave girls who made him smile wide. Cindy and, who I eventually figure out was her girlfriend, Rose had left to grind up on each other on the dancefloor to the brash music the local band played. The other work acquaintances who remained nearby weren’t people I’d typically socialize with.

I sat with my head in hand, slumped over the slightly sticky tabletop, gently spinning my straw around the melting ice that remained after my beverage had graciously cooled my overheating throat from constantly having to shout over the local band doing their best to keep us entertained. Shouting over the music, shutting down advances before they could even utter words of admiration, all just to sit here alone and kick myself for agreeing to do something I knew I didn't want to. For the sake of friendship and normalcy. Something I never truly cared about, to begin with.

Why the hell am I actually here?!?

I wasn’t one for social outings. I had a beyond-low social battery when it was fully charged. Combine that with my awkwardly shy demeanor, and anything social was a natural disaster waiting to happen. I understood why Cindy made the comment she did about me standing them up. I knew this wasn’t my scene, yet here I was.

I grabbed for my purse that had been tucked away in the crease of the booth and gently placed it over my shoulder, taking out the money for my soda and placing it on the table.

No one noticed me make my departure, which I was ever grateful for. Having to explain why I only lasted 45 minutes for our friendly outing wasn’t ever something I’d categorize as fun. No one seemed to understand me, no one ever seemed to take the time, only ever criticizing why I wasn't normal like the rest of them.

I slyly moved around the bar patrons, making sure to not jostle anyone too abruptly, and started my trek home, ready to slip into my favorite pajamas and cuddle up to my childhood teddy.

Today was emotionally and physically tiring, but tomorrow would hold a promise to be better. It would be my last free day before I had to force myself to trudge back to work and sit behind a desk all day.

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I woke up gasping for air. Panic sat deep in my chest, making my heart beat a million miles a minute. I tried to clutch my chest to mellow out my erratic beating, but my hands wouldn’t move. I looked to my right side, noticing that my arm was strapped down to the bed with a leather cuff. The panic started to bubble over, unable to be contained, worsening at the possibilities of what could only come next.

What the hell is happening?!? I remember going home and climbing into bed, as planned. Did someone break into my home?

Tears began to spill over my cheeks, causing trails to flow down the sides of my face, dripping coldly into my messy hair. Before I could even get myself together, his scratchy voice spoke into the void.

“You’re awake,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

“Where am I?” I asked, panic heard so evidently in my voice.

“You’re here with us, the League of Villains,” he spoke, causing my mind to run around in circles.

The League of Villains? Like in My Hero Academia?

“This can’t be real, you can’t be serious. That’s… that’s a tv show, an anime." my heart was fluttering like crazy in my chest. Good thing for ribcages, as it was the only thing holding my heart hostage.

That voice was far too familiar. I could hear rough fingers scratch erratically, causing the noise to echo in the eerily quiet room, only confirming what my mind was already thinking as it rushed into overdrive.

Please let this be a bizarre nightmare! Wake up!!

CH.2

#shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #league of villains #isekai #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki

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cataztrophi · 5 months

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TAZ November Celebration 14: Vampire AU

This @taznovembercelebration story was brought to you by my firm belief that Angus McDonald should be able to roast every adult in the TAZ universe at least once. My card for this one was "vampire AU," so I had some fun playing around in a deeply unserious vampire space.

Kravitz first noticed the boy watching his apartment in late autumn. He always showed up a little before sundown, so Kravitz wasn’t sure if he had just started this behavior or if he was just noticing it now that the sun set before he left for his shift at the bar. He was a strange little guy, always clean and well-dressed, with big round glasses that he was constantly pushing up his nose. He kept a journal with him that he was always scribbling in, though Kravitz couldn’t guess what he was writing.

His first clue to the boy’s intentions came in early December. He had just closed and locked the door to his apartment, giving the boy an awkward little nod as usual, when he saw an older woman striding purposefully towards him.

“Angus McDonald!” she exclaimed, strained worry in her voice. “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

Kravitz took this as his cue to be on his way. As he turned the corner he heard Angus hush the woman frantically.

“I’m investigating the vampires!” he hissed, probably a little louder than he intended. Kravitz laughed to himself on his way down the stairs. It was nice to know his gothic flair was being appreciated. It had been a while since someone had accused him of vampirism, though. Clearly the kid had a big imagination.

The next time he saw Angus, he decided to introduce himself, and maybe lay some of his fears to rest.

“Hey,” he began, “you’re Angus, right? I’m Kravitz.”

Angus eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then stuck out his hand. Kravitz took it, a little surprised by his grave professionalism as Angus shook his hand with a carefully-calculated amount of eye contact.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Listen, Angus, I just wanted to let you know, while I might enjoy borrowing some vampire aesthetics, I’m not actually-”

“I’m ten years old, sir,” Angus said, with barely-concealed irritation. “I know what goths are.”

“I- oh.” Kravitz did not spend enough time with kids to know how to handle this.

“And you’re not the one I was talking about, sir. It’s them.” Angus inclined his head towards the apartment next to Kravitz’s with a wary expression on his face.

Kravitz frowned. “Them? Well, I haven’t seen them around much since they moved in, but it seems a little extreme to jump to conclusions like that.”

Angus shook his head. “But I’m not jumping to conclusions, sir. This is the result of months of careful reconnaissance. Let me review the evidence.” He flipped open his notebook. “First, they never come out during the day. I’ve tracked this very carefully since August and they have never left their apartment before sundown. They even moved in at night.”

Kravitz thought about it. That was unusual, and certainly explained why he didn’t hear them moving in. But still, vampires?

“Lots of people have jobs they go to overnight,” Kravitz offered. “Like me, for instance. Maybe they have jobs like that.”

Angus gave him a pitying look as though Kravitz had just tried to explain that two plus two equals six. “That may be true, but even people who work a night shift come out during the day sometimes. It’s unavoidable since our society is set up with the assumption that people are diurnal. People who mostly come out at night may be common enough, but people who only come out at night have a reason to avoid the day.”

“Okay, you may be right there, but vampires? It still seems like a bit of a leap.”

“I have more evidence, sir!”

“Of course you do.”

Angus flipped to another page in his notebook and scanned it for a moment. “When they moved in, they had two large boxes with them that were just over six feet long. By my estimation, these boxes were exactly the right dimensions for a pair of coffins or caskets. I also examined the floor outside their apartment that night and found traces of dark, sandy soil, which doesn’t match the soil in the complex. It’s my belief that this was grave dirt that fell from their coffins during the move. Furthermore, if you look up at their windows from the courtyard, it appears that they’ve covered them in black plastic or a similar light-blocking material.”

In the midst of this head-spinning rundown, Kravitz found the time to wonder how often Angus looked through apartment windows from the courtyard, and reminded himself to close the curtains during his next impromptu lip-syncing session.

“I have other tests I’d like to run,” Angus continued, “but they would require more direct contact with the subjects, and I’m understandably a bit wary.”

Kravitz stared down at him. “That’s certainly…something…. But what would you do even if you did find out they were vampires? Try to stake them?” He might have to warn his neighbors to be on the lookout for a kid running around with a wooden stake and a crucifix, although he figured Angus wasn’t likely to follow through on such a plan.

Angus shook his head emphatically. “No, sir! As far as I can tell, they don’t seem to be a danger to the community, and I think vampires, if they do exist, have just as much of a right to live as anybody.”

“So why bother investigating at all?”

“To get to the truth!” He said this like it was entirely obvious. “Besides, if vampires exist, think about the implications! We might be surrounded by all sorts of fantastical beings and phenomena that we just don’t know how to look for yet! Wouldn’t you like to know if that was the case?”

Kravitz had to hand it to him, the kid was convincing. “You know, Angus, I suppose I would. Tell you what. I’ll keep an eye out, and let you know if I see anything strange. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

Angus extended a hand again and Kravitz shook it, bemused. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some cross-referencing to do.” He turned and started back towards his own apartment, leaving Kravitz feeling like he was somehow Angus’s sidekick now.

~~~~~

Saturdays were some of the worst nights at the bar, and this one was no different. It was nearly four a.m. before Kravitz dragged himself back to his apartment building, and he couldn’t face the stairs to the fourth floor. Instead he waited for the elevator and slumped against the railing when it arrived. The doors were just sliding shut when he heard someone shout to hold the elevator. He lunged for them, just managing to get his hand between them before they closed completely.

The doors slid open, revealing one of the most beautiful people Kravitz had ever seen. He had long blond hair tied back in a thick braid and eyes sparkling with mischief and ringed with glittery silver eyeliner. He was wearing an incredibly fluffy-looking knitted sweater and holographic platform boots, plus at least three separate statement necklaces. His earrings were made of bubblegum pink plastic and shaped like deer skulls.

“Thanks, my man,” he said as he stepped into the elevator. “Cha’boy was not going to do those stairs tonight.” He grinned, revealing a gap between his front teeth, and Kravitz felt his face heat up instantly.

“No problem,” Kravitz managed to get out, having already turned off the part of his brain responsible for socializing when he left the bar. “What floor?”

“Fourth. Oh! You too, huh?”

Kravitz nodded. He didn’t think he’d seen the man before, but that was hardly surprising considering the hours he kept with work. He’d certainly like to see more of him, if at all possible.

“Fellow night owl?” he asked, hoping he could somehow turn the conversation in the direction of their respective activities, and then activities they could do together, and then a date and time they could plan for those activities.

The man smiled again, softer this time. “You could say that. I’m Taako.” He extended a hand heavily adorned with costume rings.

Kravitz took it with an answering smile. He was surprised to find that Taako’s hand was even colder than his own.

“You’re freezing,” he noted. “Are you alright?”

Taako wrinkled his nose. “Poor circulation. Maybe you could help with that, handsome.” He winked, and Kravitz felt his knees turn to jello.

“They say exercise can help,” he said, still feeling out the space a little.

“Ooh, I’d love to get your heart racing.” He looked Kravitz over, clearly taking his time, and it suddenly felt incredibly warm in the elevator.

“I think you already did,” Kravitz said, truthfully. Nothing wrong with his circulation, that was sure.

Taako laughed, sounding genuinely delighted, and Kravitz’s heart leapt. “I’m sure we could think of some other things that would work, too.”

The elevator dinged before Kravitz could reply, and they both stepped out onto the fourth floor.

“This one's mine,” Kravitz said ruefully, gesturing towards his door.

“What a coincidence. Looks like you’re right next door.” Taako took out a key ring that was more novelty keychains than actual keys and unlocked the door to Angus’s suspected vampire nest.

Kravitz couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn't imagine anyone who looked less like a vampire than this sunny, freckled blond, even if he was almost supernaturally pretty.

“Well, now that we've met I can report your vampire status back to my superiors,” he quipped, realizing the moment he said it that Taako didn't have any of the context needed to make that not sound insane. A moment after that, he realized that, in the absence of proper context, Taako had apparently assumed that he was saying something awful. Taako’s inviting smile disappeared so quickly it seemed like he'd flipped a switch, and his eyes grew dark and flat. Before Kravitz could explain, or apologize, or really think, Taako’s hand closed around his shirt collar and he was being pulled into Taako’s darkened apartment.

Unable to clearly reconstruct the sequence of events that led to this moment, Kravitz found himself pinned against the back of the door, with Taako pressing one hand over his mouth and the other on the center of his chest. It didn’t hurt, per se, but there was enough pressure behind it to indicate that it could hurt, if Taako felt like it. Kravitz was having a lot of mixed and quite frankly contradictory feelings about this turn of events.

“Listen.” Taako's voice was quiet and carefully measured. “I'm not going to hurt you.” Kravitz found this hard to believe. It would be just his luck if his hot new neighbor turned out to be a serial killer or something. “I know you're not just going to stake us, cause then you wouldn't have said anything. So tell me who you're working for, and what you know, and then we can talk about a deal.”

Taako’s eyes looked strangely reflective in the dim candlelight of his apartment, almost like a cat's eyes. And was Kravitz seeing things, or did his teeth look longer and sharper than before?

No fucking way. If Angus had been right Kravitz was going to throw himself into the sea.

“I'm going to uncover your mouth, okay?” Kravitz nodded, as much as he could with Taako’s hand pressed against his face. In other circumstances he would have been enjoying this. Honestly, part of him was enjoying this, which probably said something about his self-preservation instincts, or how long he'd been single, or both.

Taako pulled his hand back, leaving the one on his chest. “Who do you work for, and what do you know?”

Kravitz swallowed. His mouth was uncomfortably dry now. “I work for The Astral, it's a cocktail bar downtown. And I know… well, apparently a lot less than I thought I did. Speaking of which, I'd actually like to go back to something real quick?”

He began to put his hands up, but as soon as his muscles shifted Taako pushed against his chest a little harder in warning. “Are you telling me you are actually a vampire? And you think I'm… what? Some sort of vampire hunter?”

Taako’s eyes went wide. Then his shoulders slumped and he let go of Kravitz. “Son of a bitch. You didn't know shit, did you?”

Kravitz shrugged apologetically. “If it helps, I see how you would have gotten that impression.”

“Fuck!”

“Taako?” Another voice came from around the corner and a woman in a long red bathrobe who looked startlingly like Taako appeared. “Is everything-” She broke off when she saw Kravitz. “Who's this?”

“Kravitz,” he introduced himself, at the same time Taako said “Nobody.”

The woman crossed her arms. “Getting some contradictory messages here, gang.”

“I live next door,” Kravitz offered. Now that it didn’t seem like he was in immediate danger, he was taking comfort from the fact that everyone else seemed just as clueless about how to deal with this situation as he was. “I think we had kind of a misunderstanding, and well….”

The woman turned to Taako. “Does he know?”

Taako winced. “You know, Lup, funny story about that….”

Lup rolled her eyes. “You told him, didn't you?”

“I thought he already knew!”

“Taako, I swear, if we have to move again-”

“I'm not going to tell anyone, if it helps,” Kravitz said.

She rounded on him. “You’re not going to tell anyone that you’ve just discovered bloodthirsty monsters living in your apartment complex?”

Kravitz raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re making some unfair assumptions about me. I haven’t seen any evidence that you’ve been hurting people, and if you were just mindless killers I have a feeling I wouldn’t be talking right now.” Gods, he hoped he was right.

Taako and Lup exchanged a thoughtful glance. Finally Lup shrugged. “You deal with this, Koko. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She headed back towards the hallway before freezing suddenly. “In water, and maybe a bath bomb. Whoever invented the whole “bathing in blood” thing did not know how coagulation works.”

She walked off, leaving Taako and Kravitz staring at each other.

“Can I… ask you a question?” Kravitz asked hesitantly.

Taako shrugged and sat down on the arm of the faded, floral-patterned sofa behind him. “Ask away, my man.”

“Where do you get the blood?”

He laughed. “Volunteer system, baby!”

Kravitz stared at him. “Really.”

“Scout’s honor!”

“And that fits the demand? I mean, there’s enough people who’d let a vam-” He stopped himself. “Okay, yeah, saying it out loud it makes sense.”

“Welcome to 2023, my dude. Everybody’s horny for vampires.”

Kravitz was in no position to dispute this.

Taako perched, birdlike, on the arm of the sofa, that mischievous light back in his eyes. “Okay, Taako’s turn to ask a question.”

“Go ahead.”

Taako squinted at him, contemplating. “What do you get out of it? Not telling anyone, I mean.”

Kravitz’s heart skipped a beat. “Dinner?” he said, before he could talk himself out of it. There were some things you just had to do for the sake of your depressed teenage baby goth self.

Taako smirked at him and climbed down from the couch, walking towards him with a sort of feline grace that had him mesmerized. “Oh, I’d love to have you for dinner, handsome.”

He blinked. Was that a threat or a come-on? Should he be more concerned about this?

To be clear,” he added hurriedly, “this isn’t some sort of blackmail thing, where I go find Dr. Van Helsing if you won’t go out with me.” Taako laughed, and Kravitz couldn’t help but smile as well. He already loved the sound. “I’d just… I’d like to get to know you a little better. It doesn’t have to be dinner, either, if that’s an issue….”

“I don’t know, I was really looking forward to sucking you dry.” His smile was knife-sharp, and probably just as deadly, as he continued towards him.

Okay, that one had to be a come-on, right? Surely. Right? Whichever it was, Kravitz was beginning to wish he was still pinned against the wall, just to give his legs some much-needed support.

“I-”

Before he could ask for clarification Taako grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, rough and eager, pressing him against the back of the door.

“When’s your next night off?” Taako asked when he pulled back, a little breathless. Wait, did vampires breathe? Shit. Focus up, Kravitz. He would have to ask about it later, though.

“Wednesday.” His voice was low and unsteady.

“Pick me up here at 7? You can take me dancing.”

Kravitz nodded, and a moment later he was back in the hallway. Still a little dazed, it took him longer than usual to unlock his door. One question kept circling back around in his mind, in the space between the drastic reshaping of his worldview and the agitated excitement for his upcoming date. What was he going to tell Angus?

#taz november celebration #taz balance #taako #lup #taz kravitz #taakitz #angus mcdonald #troph writes

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ticklishraspberries · 2 years

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Shiver With Anticipation (Inej/Kaz)

Summary: As the couple grows more comfortable with physical affection, Inej finds out that Kaz is ticklish. Instead of striking then and there, she promises to remember that information for later, putting him on edge. (So...I accidentally deleted this fic off my blog, lmfao. Still not sure how, must have been in a 2am haze or something. Anyway, this was originally written for Day #1 of @august-anon‘s TickleTober prompts.)

Slowly but surely, Kaz and Inej were growing used to physical touch. It started with holding hands, first with his gloves, and then without. The first time they hugged, it had ended in mutual panic, but they had since gotten the hang of that, too. They even managed to kiss on occasion, but it was saved only for special moments, like when Inej first docked her ship back in Ketterdam after a few months away, or when she was about to set off to sea once again.

They could share a bed as long as they used separate blankets. Sometimes they woke up cuddled together, and most times, it didn’t put their mornings off to a bad start.

Inej’s issue was more with being touched, but she didn’t mind doing the touching. It made her feel in control of the situation. A reminder of her freedom. Kaz was the opposite; if someone else was touching him, he could feel the heat of their skin, the movement of their body, their pulse. Proof of life.

And so, Kaz kept his hands to himself and offered himself up for Inej to initiate touch, as long as he knew what she planned to do. First, she wanted to play with his hair, which he had enjoyed immensely. Then, she tried pressing soft kisses to each of his knuckles, bruised after a fight. It had been such a tender moment, Kaz could have cried.

Before her last departure, she had asked to try massaging his shoulders.

“You always seem so tense,” she explained. “I thought it could help.”

Although his pride wasn’t thrilled at accepting the offer, he found that it was hard to say no to Inej, especially when she had to be so goddamn kind about everything. Of course she would ask permission to help relieve some of his pain. That was just the kind of girl she was, and it was one of the many qualities that made him fall for her in the first place.

So, he had sat on the edge of his bed and let her kneel behind him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Her thumbs pressed little circles into the muscle, and Kaz couldn’t help the small sound of pleasure that left him.

“Is this alright?” Inej asked.

He nodded. “I thought you said you’d never done this before.”

“Well, I may or may not have asked Nina for some pointers,” she replied.

As she worked the knots out of his back, he found himself relaxing into her touch more and more. He shut his eyes and listened to her hum a tune he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t until her hands moved up towards his neck that he felt goosebumps rise on his skin, but it wasn’t from a flashback. No, there was no nausea or panic, only the way that his nerves suddenly seemed on high alert, and the strange urge to…smile?

Well, shit. He thought he’d grown out of that. No one had roughhoused with him in such a way since Jordie died, and he had assumed that after a decade of being stony-faced and constantly pissed off that being ticklish had somehow escaped him.

Apparently not all weaknesses could be tackled so easily.

Inej’s fingers accidentally brushed against the side of his neck and sent him flinching away.

“Are you alright?” she asked, retracting her hands immediately. “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head. “No, no, you’re fine. Just wasn’t expecting it.”

Inej knew pretty much all of his secrets, but there was something so embarrassing about telling her the truth. He knew she wouldn’t tease him too harshly, and she definitely wouldn’t attempt to tickle him any further without asking, but it just felt vulnerable and childish to admit. His ears burned at the thought, and he prayed to the Saints he didn’t believe in that the blush would go unnoticed.

“Do you want me to stop?” Inej asked.

He turned to look at her, with her big, worried eyes and cursed himself for being entirely susceptible to the kicked-puppy expression. “No, you can continue if you’d like.”

She perked up, and it made his heart soar to know he had caused that happiness. He managed to keep still for a bit as she started to massage once again, but his nerves were alert and Inej’s touch was becoming far too ticklish for him to ignore. She had moved from his shoulders to his upper back, and her thumbs kneading into the muscle made him feel as though fizzy bubbles of champagne were running through his veins.

“The point of a massage is to be relaxed, you know,” she said. “If you aren’t enjoying this, I can stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kaz sighed. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. I just…”

Inej scooted over so that she sat beside him rather than behind him. She didn’t speak, didn’t try to pry his words from his mouth sooner than he was ready to speak them. She just sat, waiting. Sometimes, the things that they tried just didn’t work out. They never shamed one another for needing a break or putting an end to it entirely. However, not speaking up in those moments was something that both he and Inej took very seriously. The last thing they wanted was to upset the other, to send Kaz back to the water, or Inej back to the brothel.

Yes, Kaz was a cheat and a liar and a pretty big asshole, but ever since he let his walls come down around Inej for the first time, he found it hard to put them back up. If Inej thought he was hiding his discomfort, he would feel as though he was betraying her trust.

“Don’t laugh,” he finally said. “And if you tell anyone about this, I will take the ship back.” It was a thinly veiled threat, but she got the message anyway.

Inej raised her eyebrows at the comment, but the words that followed were gentle. “I would never laugh at you.”

“You were tickling me,” he said, trying to ignore how warm his ears had become.

Inej didn’t laugh, although he swore that the corners of her lips tugged upward for just a second. “And so instead of telling me to stop, you were just going to hold your breath and try to ignore it?” she asked, voice thick with amusement.

Well, it sounded pretty stupid when she put it like that. “I didn’t want to interrupt you. You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

She did laugh then, giving a fond shake of her head. “You know you can always ask me to stop.”

“I know.”

“Well, maybe next time I’m back from sea, I can find out where else you’re ticklish,” she said.

“Okay,” Kaz replied after a moment. Perhaps love had really made him an idiot.

Inej looked at him, clearly surprised that he had agreed to her half-joking suggestion.

The rest of their night went by without incident. They simply fell asleep beside each other, just far enough apart on the small mattress to be barely touching, only their fingers were lazily interlaced.

In the morning, Inej quickly pecked his lips before getting onto The Wraith and sailing off, leaving him on the dock like a wife watching her husband go off to war.

***

Inej was due to come home tomorrow, and the anticipation was eating Kaz alive. Yes, he was excited to see her. He was excited to kiss her, to see her smiling face. He had missed her terribly, all of the Dregs had, but he hadn’t forgotten her proposition in the month she had been gone.

It seemed that the universe was taunting him with it, as he watched Jesper squeeze Wylan’s knees beneath the table, or Nina prod at Matthias when they thought no one else was watching.

He had even tried to replicate the feeling on himself, running gloved fingers down the expanse of his own side, but it didn’t give that same goosebump-inducing sensation.

As Kaz tried to sleep, his mind was reeling. What if he hated it? What if it reminded him too much of Jordie, and sent him into a panic? What if he wasn’t half as sensitive as he thought, and Inej was disappointed? Or, what if he was twice as sensitive as he thought, and couldn’t handle it?

He felt ridiculous. He was the leader of the Dregs, Dirtyhands, the Bastard of the fucking Barrel and he was losing rest over a little tickling. When he finally willed his brain to shut up, he fell asleep and dreamed of Inej with mischief glinting in her eyes and a smirk curled on her lips.

The Slat was all aflutter the next morning, everyone buzzing in excitement for Inej’s return. Kaz, along with Jesper, Wylan, and Nina made their way to the docks when the sun hung high above the streets of Ketterdam.

It was a joyful reunion, as usual. Inej departed her ship with a glow about her, all the confidence and bravery of Captain Ghafa not a wavering mask, just who she truly was. She hugged Nina first, then Wylan, then Jesper, and then she reached Kaz, and her smile grew just a little wider.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied.

She gave him a quick kiss, which still never failed to surprise their friends, and they were off to spend the day celebrating her return with drinks and probably a bit of crime.

Kaz found himself watching her hands all day: The way that she held her glass, fingers curled, almost poised in a claw. How she picked a lock, the precision and speed with which she moved. She would surely be the death of him, but he would be alright with that fate.

As the festivities died down, Kaz retired to his room. Usually, Inej spent her first night back in Ketterdam with Wylan and Jesper, so he began changing into his bedclothes and was startled when Inej’s voice came from his window.

“Please, don’t stop on my behalf. You never had a problem being half-naked in front of me before,” she teased.

Kaz’s ears turned pink. “I thought you’d be staying at Wylan’s tonight.”

Inej shrugged. “I can, if you want me to.”

He shook his head. “Stay, please.”

She didn’t need to be told twice.

As he finished changing, he handed Inej some clothes as well, respectfully averting his gaze to the papers on his desk as she put on the much-too-big clothing. The sight of her nearly swimming in his shirt made him smile.

“How was your trip?” he asked, placing his cane beside the bed before sitting, relieved to have the weight off of his leg after a long day.

“Productive,” she replied, sitting at the opposite end of the mattress. “Rewarding, you could say. But I’ll spare you the details this evening.”

“I can’t wait to hear,” Kaz said. “If you want to sleep, I can grab an extra blanket.”

“Trying to get rid of me so soon?” she asked. “If you’re tired, we can rest, but I still feel wide awake.”

“What would you like to do then, my darling?” he asked.

“Talk to you,” Inej replied. “Maybe hold your hand, if you’re feeling scandalous this evening.”

He chuckled. “Both of those are well within my ability tonight,” he assured her, reaching out his hand, gloves sitting on his desk a few feet away.

She took his hand and interlaced their fingers. Her skin was warm and smooth, save for the callouses on her fingertips.

“There is something else I’d like to do, if you’re up for it,” she said.

He had almost forgotten, but her words quickly sparked his memory. The feeling of anticipation set in almost instantly. Still, he played dumb. Nonchalant, if you will. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’d like to try tickling you, if you’re okay with it,” she said. Even she looked a bit flustered at the concept, which made Kaz feel slightly less silly.

He cleared his throat. “Have you been thinking about it since you left?”

Inej nodded. “You rarely let yourself laugh, or have fun. I think it might be nice to witness.”

“I have fun all the time,” he replied. “I find heists quite fun.”

That made her laugh, that carefree laugh that made him feel intoxicated. Perhaps he understood why she would want to hear the same from him.

“Have you thought about it?” she asked.

He nodded. “A bit.”

If she knew he was selling it short, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she moved closer on the bed, so close that their knees brushed through the safety of cloth. “Well, where should I start then?”

It was rare that words failed Kaz Brekker, but Inej had a carefully crafted way of rendering his brain and mouth entirely useless. “I don’t know,” he replied. “Wherever you like, I suppose. I assume in a normal situation, I wouldn’t get much of a say in that anyway.”

“Is there anywhere I can’t touch?” Inej asked.

Kaz considered it. “My bad leg. And stay above the clothes, please.”

“Of course.”

The tension was thick enough for Inej to cut it with one of her many knives, and Kaz wasn’t sure if his emotions were better described as nervous or excited. The perfect middle ground between the two, perhaps. Gently, Inej coaxed him to lie back on the bed, and she sat beside him, cross-legged, seemingly scanning his body for a place to start.

Her hands slowly reached out and hovered a few inches above his stomach, making him instinctively suck in a breath. Time seemed to move in slow motion as she brought her fingers down and experimentally wiggled her fingers.

Kaz’s breath caught in his throat. The fabric of his shirt did little to dull the sensation, but the barrier was appreciated for reasons unrelated.

“Is this okay?” Inej asked.

He nodded, because if he opened his mouth, something embarrassing was going to spill out. Like a giggle, and Kaz Brekker did not giggle. His lips were already attempting to curl into a smile, but he sucked his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to give in so soon.

Her touch was still semi-bearable, more like an annoying itch than anything hysteria-inducing.

“I guess you aren’t too sensitive here,” Inej said, and he could hear the smirk in her tone. She was clearly enjoying herself, and Kaz…Well, he would die before admitting that he was too.

Fingers scampered over to his side, and the new spot sent him squirming away in surprise, a little huff of laughter escaping him. He opened his eyes with the intention of glaring at her, but he only managed to look stern for about a second before she picked up the pace, blunt fingernails scratching at the bottom of his rib cage, and the laughter spilled out before he could stop it.

It had been a long time since he had laughed like that, hard and without concern for seeming weak, or for keeping up the tough face of Dirtyhands. He felt youthful when he laughed that way.

Inej smiled down at him, bright and genuine. If it took making a fool of himself to see that smile, Kaz would become a jester for the king of Ravka. He would fumble every game of cards, let Jesper tease him more often, do cartwheels through the streets. All to make her smile.

Her fingers brushed a sensitive spot by the top of his ribs and the noise that escaped him was much higher in pitch than he thought he was capable of. To save what little amount of dignity he had remaining, Inej did not comment on it. However, she did hone in on the spot, searching for the sound again.

Kaz brought a hand up to cover his face, hoping to both muffle his laughter as well as hide the color rising in his cheeks.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Kaz,” Inej said softly. “I love hearing you laugh.”

Her words were enough to make him melt. Tentatively, he let his hand fall from his mouth, just for a second, so that she could hear the raspy sound of his laughter.

Inej only tickled him for a bit longer, not wanting to wear him out. The sound of her laughter intertwined with his residual giggles and attempts to catch his breath.

“Was that alright?” she asked.

Kaz nodded, because he didn’t trust himself to speak truthfully if he opened his mouth. It was hard for him to admit things, sappy or flustering things specifically.

She grinned and leaned down to kiss him, softly and he returned it.

They did go to sleep then, the spare blanket pulled out of the closet and the two of them curled up on the mattress. Kaz fell asleep with a smile curling his lips, secretly hoping that Inej would do that again soon. He had waited so long for her to follow through on her words, so he figured it was only fair to indulge in the act some more. And besides, she had plenty more spots to find.

#kanej #kanej fluff #six of crows #soc fic #soc tickle fic #soc ticklefic #grishaverse #grishaverse fic #shadow and bone tv #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #fic #raspberry writes #six of crows fic #ticklish kaz brekker

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ms-snape · 7 months

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Old Friends, New lovers

PART 1

Masterlist

2st december

The Slytherin common room was empty, students of all levels had gone to bed after spending the last hour learning dance steps with their head of house, Slughorn was certainly a good teacher, gifted in potions, but he wasn't was not the best person to teach the students of Salazar's house to dance. But 3 students were still awake, two boys and a girl.

“Are you planning to invite Evans to the Ball Sev?”

asked the girl, she prayed inwardly that he wouldn't, even though she could never admit to her crush which, as the years passed, would transform into much more than just Beckham at his best. friend with onyx eyes.

“Impossible, he called him a mudblood, remember?”the one and only Regulus Black drawled.

"I'm not going to get stupid Ball anyway" said Severus Snape in turn.

"What? You can't come! I'm not going with anyone either, so the three of us could go together and have fun with friends." Y/n was trying hard to convince the long-haired boy to attend the Ball.

“and yet the boys from all the houses have asked you to accompany them and you all refuse, why?”

Regulus remarked, he glanced at his best friend in the days was all red, Severus in turn looked up from his book to better hear the interaction.

"I...It's getting late, I'm going to bed, good night"

she stood up, avoiding the looks that the boys were giving her, as she left she didn't notice the looks of envy that the young man with long raven hair was giving her, but Regulus didn't miss them, a smirk appeared on his face.

"so... when are you planning to tell her?"

he asked when his friend was within earshot.

“Tell what to whom Regulus”

He was hopping his friend hadn't noticed the loving look he was giving the girl who was one of his only true friends.

“That you didn’t invite Evans because, for several months now, she’s no longer the girl you’re attracted to”

Regulus' smirk grew when he saw Severus' cheeks redden, the latter looked away from the youngest Black, and tried to continue reading, but decided again when his thoughts were filled with the young Slytherin girl.

“Do you think she noticed?”

He grimaced at the all obvious panic in his voice that he had tried and failed to hide.

“No, she’s too busy giving you the same looks.” Said Regulus before heading to the boys' dormitory, leaving a confused Severus wondering what his friend had insinuated.

29th August 1991

"Albus, I don't need an assistant, I am perfectly capable of managing my classes on my own"

"And I'm perfectly aware about it Severus, and it won't be an assistant, but rather a second potions teacher, you always complain about all the, like you said, incompetent students and how you always deviate from everything you teach them, and she will learn everything they need to know while you teach them how to do it."

"She?"

Severus was completely concerned with the choice of the headmaster of Hogwarts, already that his life had not been a pleasure in recent years, but this year was going to be much worse than the others, one he had the duties to support a company during his course, but in addition the Son of Man who constantly harassed him during his years as a young wizard was going to join Hogwarts this year.

“yes She, and she should arrive soon, let’s see, don’t make that face, you’ll get along fine”

At that moment Minerva walked into Dumbledore's office accompanied by a beautiful young woman, and the moment Wean laid eyes on her, he gasped, feeling himself returning to his college friends when he had fallen in love of his best friend, but this time it was totally different, he was no longer a teenager, he was a man and the young woman in front of him was no longer his best friend, not even his friend, she was a a stranger, he had become a stranger the moment he accepted the dark mark and swore loyalty to or to the Dark Lord.

“You could have warned me that one of my former students was going to join the staff”

The Transfiguration professor's voice broke the son out of his thoughts, he forced himself to stop staring at her and turn to Dumbledore who now had a bright smile.

“Welcome Miss Y/l/N, it’s a pleasure to have you with us again”

“The pleasure is mine, Professor Dumbledore, you have no idea how much your letter pleased me.”

She beamed at him and Severus felt his heart skip a beat.

“You know Severus of course.”

She nodded with a forced smile as she looked at Severus who had an impassive expression.

“Y/n darling, I heard you had a child, how old is he?”

which Minerva said made Severus want to vomit, while he hated himself day and night, and felt guilty about their last conversation, she had moved on, met another man, and was married had had a child.

“She turned 10 this summer, she’s a girl”

and he smiled proudly while the images of the most important person in his life came back to his mind.

“It will be a pleasure to have her as a student next year, I am sure she will be as brilliant as you”

complementary Minerva with a sincere smile, was the only Slytherin who had never disrespected him, was more gifted in transfiguration than most Gryffindors.

"Severus could you show miss y/l/n where she will stay?"

he immediately stood up at Dumbledore's words, and rushed towards the dungeons without bothering to check if he was following him, and inwardly hoping that she didn't, they were disappointed when they heard the talents click behind him

When he finally arrived at his destination he stopped in front of the door and turned towards her, now that they were closer to each other he could see her more clearly and better admire her beauty, she had always been magnificent, the one that all the students from all the houses accompany you to the ball.

he will be called the beautiful spark that normally shone in her eyes, the one that was now replaced by a tired look that showed she had been through a lot, and once again felt a guilt emerging in him after all it was him who life comforted after Regulus was the first to join Voldemort, and a few months later he too joined the Death Eater clan, a decision he immediately regretted after seeing the betrayal in his eyes when he had announced, but it was already too late, after graduating she had left England for God knows where and apparently built a life, all he could do at that point was leave towards Dumbledore, begging him for help to hide the Potters, despite what James had done to him, and to hope that when she came back, if she came back to him, she would see what he had contributed to defeating the Dark Lord and that she would forgive him, but at as the years passed the hope faded away, until it died a few years ago.

And today she was in front of him, and he was going to spend the next few years with her in an environment where he had promised never to mix with his emotions, and now that she was here it was impossible for him to keep his promise.

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So this is the first chapter hope you enjoyed the reading, if you did tell me about it in the comment and btw I'm searching for a name to the reader's daughter so if you have any idea tell me about it.

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