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estelscinema · 1 month

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Masters of the Air Review

During the Second World War, a group of airmen risks their lives with the 100th Bomb Group, a brotherhood forged by courage, loss, and triumph.

Every decade brings forth a new miniseries dedicated to recounting the events of the Second World War. In the 2000s it was Band of Brothers, a cinematic masterpiece chronicling the challenges faced by E Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment. In the 2010s it was The Pacific, a less focused but harrowing look at the Pacific Theater through the eyes of three Marines of the 1st Marine Battalion. Now in the 2020s, it is Masters of the Air, an intimate look at the 100th Bombardier Group of the US Army Air Force whose staggering loss of life led to it being dubbed, “The Bloody Hundredth”. Given the track record of these series being co-produced by Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks, one would expect nothing short of a masterpiece. Sadly, Masters of the Air struggles to maintain altitude as it is constantly on the verge of stalling.

The series launches with gripping intensity as we shadow three members of the Bloody Hundredth during their initial weeks of aerial combat. What begins with excitement swiftly morphs into sheer horror as they confront the Nazi Regime head-on. The aerial combat sequences are both exhilarating and harrowing, capturing the unsettling juxtaposition of the cold, claustrophobic confines of the B-17 and the vulnerability of the bombers in combat. These scenes are so vividly portrayed that they induce a visceral reaction, leaving viewers on the edge of their seats and marveling at the courage of these men undertaking what seems like suicide missions. Despite some questionable visual effects, these moments represent the series at its zenith. Then, as silence falls and only screams pierce the air, viewers are confronted with the stark reality of war in its most harrowing form.

However, this robust momentum abruptly stalls just shy of the series midpoint, as any semblance of narrative structure and pacing dissipates. The storyline becomes bloated with an excess of characters and side plots that are never adequately developed. Many of these subplots are either magically resolved by the next episode or are dropped entirely by the narrative. Some of these threads could have flourished if given dedicated episodes rather than a mere 10-minute snippet. For example, an entire episode could have been devoted to the harrowing journey of shot-down airmen making their escape out of Nazi-controlled Europe to evade capture. Or a couple of episodes to explore the relationship between the Bloody Hundreth and the Tuskegee Airmen, rather than introducing the Tuskegee Airmen in episode eight out of a nine-episode series. Sadly, because the series refused to give some of these narratives time to breathe they ultimately feel like filler. Unfortunately, due to the series' reluctance to allow these narratives room to breathe, they ultimately feel like filler. Additionally, significant events such as D-Day are glossed over entirely, missing valuable opportunities to bring history to life. While the series does manage to tie things together satisfactorily in the final episode, it struggles to maintain engagement with its disjointed narrative throughout.

Another factor contributing to the difficulty in remaining engaged with the show was the lack of depth in each character, rendering them as mere caricatures of stereotypical World War II soldiers. Characters were a cornerstone of both Band of Brothers and The Pacific, remembered for their intricate portrayal of soldiers facing the turmoil of war with depth and authenticity. In Masters of the Air, the cast strives to inject life into their one-dimensional roles, yet they are hindered by the limitations of their material. Austin Butler, Callum Turner, and especially Anthony Boyle, deliver commendable performances, one can’t help but wonder how much more impactful their portrayal would have been with fully realized characters.

In essence, Masters of the Air delivers a captivating yet profoundly flawed depiction of the 100th Bombardier Group's tumultuous journey. While the series adeptly captures the raw intensity of aerial combat and provides poignant insights into the sacrifices of its courageous subjects, it stumbles significantly in its storytelling, character depth, and pacing. Despite a talented ensemble cast, the series fails to capitalize on its potential as it gets lost in the clouds.

My Rating: C+

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singmyaubade · 1 year

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totally just friends

warning : mentions of smut and cursing

sypnosis : what's weird? we are just friends

james potter x female!reader

part 1 / part 2/ part 3

two weeks.

two weeks since james kissing you, two weeks since your entire friend group resented you, and two weeks since you made one of the hugest mistakes you could've made.

time felt so slow and agonizing.

you could deal with claire not liking you but your entire friend group? that was hell.

you knew that what you had did was awful but not being able to explain yourself or to help people realize how guilty you felt was the hardest and most frustrating part of it all.

james was trying to talk to you, you were trying to talk to anyone in your friend group, and they were ignoring you to comfort claire.

you did try talking to claire as well but she would either get really pissed or walk away from you.

this situation was more dramatic than you could've imagined.

now you were currently trying to talk to lily,

"lily please, let me at least explain myself." you begged, trying to talk to her during potions.

she scoffed, "what is there to explain?" she continued to examine her potion, "you betrayed our closest friend and couldn't be honest with her, that's fucked up."

you frowned, "i never meant to hurt her, i didn't even know it would be a dare, i love claire and i never wanted to make her upset." you explained.

she looked at you, "did you love her while you were kissing james?" she sarcastically asked.

"this is fucking ridiculous." you laughed crazily, "you know i would've never done anything to intentionally hurt claire and yes, i made a mistake but-"

lily cut you off, "there is no but, you made a mistake and as much as i want to sympathize with you in the best way i can, you know claire is in the right and didn't deserve that so stop trying to act innocent." she spat.

you had never seen lily so furious, well at you.

proving to claire that you wouldn't do that her again seemed damn near impossible and the resentment and hate towards you was something you couldn't fight.

you wished you could disappear.

but unfortunately, that was not going to be an option.

the class dismissed as you rushed out the door, not wanting to even wait for the dirty looks or snark remarks from claire.

having most of your classes with your friends was actually not the best thing considering the situation.

you spent most of your time on the bench outside during the ten minute break, thinking. thinking about what you could do or what to even say to claire. even if she did slap you and not be the kindest, she still was your best friend at the end of the day.

you were a little pissed at claire for how she was handling the situation but you couldn't blame how she was acting, she was clearly hurt by your actions.

the bell chimed, noting you to start walking to class, holding your books in your hands.

you were lost in thought when someone bumped into your shoulder aggressively, making you drop the books in your hand.

you looked behind you to see who did it and to no surprise it was claire.

"claire, what the fuck?" you angrily said.

she turned around with a smirk, "oh i'm sorry, did you drop your books?" she sarcastically said, pouting.

"this mean girl look is not cute and you know it, you are just being a bitch." you spat.

she inched closer to you, "maybe i wouldn't have to be a bitch if it wasn't for the fact that you couldn't keep your legs closed for the a hundreth time this year." she berated, earning a couple of 'oooh's' from different students.

you scoffed, "do yourself a bloody favor and just walk away, you are only doing this because you are angry which i will excuse this one time." you snapped.

more students from different houses started to gather around.

"oh thank you for permission y/n!" she sarcastically cheered, "that is so mature of you considering all you do is act like a slut for any boy who gives you an inch of attention," she was now face to face with you, "and just for clarification, james didn't kiss you because you had any personality, he only kissed you because you were easy and was hoping to score some." she scowled.

"fuck you." you spat.

"i'm sure you would love to do that considering you have fucked at least everyone in the school." she smirked.

that comment really got you, causing you to punch claire square in her face which made her fall on the floor.

you angrily looked down on her as she had a surprised look on her face from you hitting her.

you realized quickly what you had just done, "claire, i'm so sorry." you extended your hand to help her which she accepted, "my anger got the best of m-" you started.

you were cut off but the impact of her punching you as you feel to the ground and she rose on top of your waist, "you fucking cunt!" she yelled.

she started clawing your face which caused you to scream to which you punched her in the stomach, trying to get her off of you.

you punched her square in the nose, maybe even breaking it.

she yelped in agony, hitting you harder as you pushed her to which she fell opposite of you and you got on top of her. you began hitting her hardly as she reached and pulled at your hair roughly.

you yelled, punching her harder to which she covered her face as you felt someone grab you.

"you fucking whore!" claire yelled from the ground as you looked to see remus trying to pick her up.

you tried to break out of the persons hold but they weren't budging, "fuck you claire." you spat, blood coming out of your mouth.

"calm down." james whispered in your ear, your body relaxing.

as you became unfocused, claire broke out of remus's hold and began lunging towards you.

she punched you in the jaw so hard that you heard a crack. you yelled louder in pain as multiple students began grabbing claire to hold her back.

you grabbed onto your jaw in pain as james began blocking you with his body.

you felt unable to focus, the pain was indescribable. you felt as if your entire jaw was misplaced, you couldn’t believe claire actually had it in her.

james urgently rushed you to the infirmary where pomfrey took a look at you, “merlin!” she said, “excuse my language but your jaw is entirely misplaced.” she touched your jaw as you groaned in pain.

james was holding your hand as you squeezed his hand when you felt pain.

pomfrey went away for a second, grabbing her wand, “this will only hurt for a second.” she said.

before you realized what she was doing, a simple charm placed your jaw back into place which hurt like a bitch.

you yelled loudly, squeezing james’s hand as tightly as you could.

you calmed down after a minute, not feeling as much pain due to a numbing charm.

pomfrey healed most of your bruises and cuts although the claw marks were going to take time to heal.

after a few healing potions and some fixing of your jaw, you had to talk to headmaster dumbledore.

“can you convince him i’m still sick?” you pleaded with promfrey.

she shook her head in dismissal as you sighed. you looked at james next to you who gave you a comforting smile.

“don’t worry, you know dumbledore won’t be so harsh.” he comforted.

you smiled, calming down, “thanks james.” you said, “and thank you for staying with me the entire time.”

he shrugged, “it’s whatever i guess.” he joked as you pushed him a little bit.

“if i’m not expelled, I’ll see you after?” you said, sounding a bit more like a question.

“of course, would die without ya.” he said, embracing you in a hug then holding your cheeks with both of his hands on either side, “i’m sorry you broke your jaw because of something i did.” he sounded genuine which made your heart flutter and due to his hands heating up your cheeks.

you laughed, “it’s okay, i think the kiss was worth it.” you winked, leaving him grinning from ear to ear.

“between you and me,” he whispered, “me too.”

you smiled, “i should get going.”

“yeah, ill see you soon eh?” he said.

“yep.” you replied before heading off.

you went up to dumbledore's office with nerves radiating your entire body. you couldn't believe this is where you were and you couldn't believe that you and claire actually fought.

none of it seemed real.

you took a deep breath as you entered his office, claire sitting on the left side with a scowl on her face.

"come in miss l/n." dumbledore greeted you with a friendly face.

you stepped inside, sitting down on the right side, about five inches away from claire.

"i have heard from many other students and they have claimed to have witnessed that you started the fight." he said, looking at you, "is that true?"

you swallowed, "it is, i was hurt by something claire had said which is no excuse and i got violent." you admitted, looking into your lap, "i apologize."

he nodded, "is there anything you would like to say miss brown?" he asked.

"i apologize too, i reacted out of anger and should've never called y/n such horrible names." she said, "she's my best friend and didn't deserve that."

this caused you to look at her, you were still her best friend.

"hogwarts forbids any sort of violence and you are both mature enough to talk about your issues instead of resorting to that. usually, this would result in expulsion," he said, causing you to widen your eyes, "but i was a teenager once and know that mistakes are not in the list of characteristics nor do they define you and due to that understanding, your punishment will be detention for two months."

a wave of relief hit you so harshly, you wondered if dumbledore could've seen it.

"i appreciate that, nothing like that will ever happen again." you stated.

"agreed." claire nodded.

"i hope so." he said, "and i hope you both realize that friendship is more important than a teenage boy." you both looked at each other in surprise, "with that being said, you may go off to dinner." he dismissed.

you both thanked him, walking out of the room.

you chose to speak first once you both were otuside, "i'm really sorry claire, i should've never done that to you and i was being selfish, i love you so much and you matter more than any boy ever could." you heartfully spoke.

claire was glossy-eyed, "same with me, i'm sorry for ignoring you and well being a bitch," you both laughed, "and for hitting you, i never should've gotten physical."

you smiled, "i completely agree, i should've never hit you, i just want to be best friends again." you said.

"and that we are." she held your hand, "honestly, i think you know how to throw a punch." she joked.

"me? did you see the punch you gave me, knocked my bloody jaw out of place." you both started laughing loudly.

"i didn't think it was hard!" she giggled.

"i swear my jaw will never be the same." you frowned jokingly.

she kissed your cheek, "there, it's fixed, trust me."

"actually, it is feeling a little better now." you agreed.

"and about james, if you want him, you can-"

she cut you off, "trust me, i do not want james anymore, i have realized i like the idea of him and not truly him. plus, pettigrew is actually very kind and hilarious." she said.

relief washed over you, "i always thought you two would be cute." you admitted.

"really? good to know." she winked, "and we both know you and james are meant to be." she added.

you scoffed, "yeah right."

"you should admit it before it's too late." she sent you a smug look, "the way he looks at you is as if you he could look at you for an eternity." she said, looking ahead.

a grin plastered on your face, "really?" you asked.

"yep." she simply said.

it was silent after that, you were too lost in your thoughts. in that moment, you knew that you wanted to be with james potter.

not because it made sense but because he was always there, he always cared.

james felt like an adrenaline rush that never faded or when you are floating on water with your eyes closed.

he made you feel golden.

and i guess you could say that james potter himself was golden.

you both made it to the dining hall, sitting down with the group as they looked at you both totally confused.

"are you guys going to kill eachother again?" dorcas asked.

"yeah because i can totally record." marlene added.

you and claire both started laughing, "i'm afraid there will be no more killing eachother." claire said.

you agreed, "yeah, i think we will stick to being best friends."

"thank the lord, i was really starting to miss you." mary said, looking at you.

"agreed." dorcas said.

"missed you a lot." lily said.

"missed you too lils." you smiled.

"i'm sorry for what i said." lily said.

you squeezed her hand, "i understand why you said it and i love you for sticking with claire." you said, kissing her on the cheek, "i'll be back guys, i have to go do something." you excused yourself as they all nodded, continuing their conversations.

you went up to james and tapped his shoulder, "may i talk to you?" you asked as he looked behind to see you.

"y-yeah of course." he said, getting up.

you both went outside of the hall, "claire and i cleared everything up."

he nodded, hands inside his pockets, "good good, i'm glad."

"yeah and i obviously didn't even get expelled." you laughed.

he chuckled, "amazing news." he said, looking at the ground.

"and i also realized that i kinda like you." you said as he looked at you in shock, "just a little bit." you joked.

"i think i kinda like you too." he cheesily said.

"so potter, will you give the most extraordinary time of my life by letting me take you on a date?" you asked.

he hummed, tapping his chin with his pointer finger, "i meann,"

he suddenly picked you up as you yelped and carried you in the air, "of course i will!" he yelled.

"okay okay! bloody put me down!" you giggled.

"wait does that mean i can finally fuck you?" he asked, jokingly.

"maybe after thirty dates." you said.

he pouted, "thirty?"

you rolled your eyes, "i'm kidding with you, if you take me to a nice place, you can fuck me." you said.

he cheered loudly as you shushed him, "can i kiss you?" he asked.

you mimicked his pretend thinking earlier, "no shit sherlock."

he smiled, placing his hand on you cheeks and kissing you.

and now, you guys weren't totally just friends.

thank you guys for following in on this little series ! i am sorry it took so long, so many holidays. if this wasn't the best ending/ last little part, i apologize. anyways, i hope you enjoyed, love u all sm.

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seriemorder · 5 days

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caught me off guard this is basically brain to keyboard no filter: what's the best yogurt (if you're a fan of it ofc) what are your secrets to keep white shoes, well, white and a random history fact from 1942 you're really passionate about just because — ready, set, go!

markie i love you more than life itself fr.

ok, so, fave yoghurt its good old greek yoghurt. dont like it particularely thick, with a drizzle of honey and i dont even need extras on it. tho i have to say i have been partial to goat yoghurt lately. its so so so so good!

my personal secret to white shoes is 1) a paste of bicarbonate and white vinegar. you slap it on rub it in and let sit until it dries and then you rub it off 2) if you wet them never let them see the sun until theyre perfectly dry and even then wait another week 3) if youre water is rich in minerals do not even bother washing them its a lost cause

as for the random history fact hehe lets gooooo. ok, starting off with my guys. the 101st airborn were in training in 1942. the division itself was deactivated as an organised reserve division and reactivated as army proper in august of that year. in the pacific the guadalcanal offensive started in august and went on until february 1943. the 100th bomb group was activated in june of 1942 but they were unmanned until october that same year and had no planes until november when they recieved just 4 b-17s fresh off the factory. which is why they didnt join the fight until the following summer. it was a whole clusterfuck until it wasnt. theres a reason theyre called the bloody hundreth. that year the siege of stalingrad also happened from july into february of 1943. easily the greatest battle of ww2 as it kept hitler from having a direct supply line to the caucasus oil fields. and lastly also later that year operation torch aka the invasion of africa by allied forces begins after a summer of losses on the continent. this just shows i have got to make myself a timeline of events cause wow i struggled with those fr. if i triple checked its between me, god, and you. im such a fake history nerd fr.

#jesus i havent thought about the siege of stalingrad since i was 17. im long overdue a read on that.#also lmao the way this ask reached me when i got busy after i lamented going insane #anyway i love you forever and ever youre my favourite easily<3333

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morallygreyprompts · 3 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo 3.0 #2

Villainous Rescue

Characters for this one are: Villain, Henchman, and Detective (Whumpee).

Warning: Contains the aftermath of torture, e.g. describing wounds.

Villain knew when Henchman opened the office door without knocking. They didn’t have to say a word, their expression said it all. “Where are they?” Villain asked, chewing at their nail.

“[Other Villain]. They’ve got a new set up we didn’t know about. Our spy hasn’t seen them, but... they think they’re hurt pretty bad.”

Villain groaned and let their head drop. Not them. Anyone but them. Detective had been missing for almost two weeks, and two weeks with Other Villain… Villain shuddered. They had to save them, they had to get them back.

“Get the team ready… and the medics. We’re going to need them.”

“Already done, boss. I’ve left them prepping the van. Do you want to scout the place out first, or are we just going to go for it?”

Villain started pacing, wringing out their hands, focusing on taking deeps breaths rather than letting the panic control them. They idea of Other Villain having hurt Detective unhinged them. “[Detective] won’t have the time for us to scout,” they said quickly. “We have to go as soon as we can, hit hard, and get them out of there.”

Henchman nodded. “I’ll… go and pass on your orders.”

Villain was left alone, and they put their hands on the desk, leaning over it. They knew they were going to find them in a bad way. They knew there was going to be such a long road to recovery ahead of them… that was, if they were even still alive. “Hold on a little longer,” they mumbled. “I’m coming [relative], I’ll get you out of there.”

Villain checked their weapon over for what felt like the hundreth time. Henchman cleared their throat softly while they drove them to the area. “[Other Villain] tried to keep this place quiet, so there won’t be as many guards. It’s small, but a strong little place, with three floors, but the doors and walls aren’t the type you can just bust through- Boss, you still with me?”

“I’m listening,” Villain said quietly. “Sorry, I’m just worried.”

“I understand. I can’t blame you, honestly, but try to remember to be [Villain], not [Civilian]. I think the last thing we need is [Detective] finding out who you are..

“Being [Villain] isn’t going to be pretty. They hate them, they’re terrified of them… of me. Rescuing them isn’t going to be smooth sailing. They won’t want to come with me.”

“You can make it work,” Henchman assured them. Villain could only hope.

Just as Henchman had reported, the place was pretty quiet. Villain’s men moved fast, taking out any guards and cutting their way through to the building, to where Detective was stuck, suffering. They were here, and soon Villain would have them back. They’d be safe soon.

“Please hold on,” Villain whispered as they picked a lock to a door. It didn’t take them long to break it open, and then all that they could do was search. Villain sent their men to the top floor, to work their way down. They lingered on the bottom floor, searching with extreme care. They looked in the library, frowning at the sight of blood droplets on the floor.

They were getting closer. Villain swallowed hard and pulled back the rug. There they found a trap door; the handle was covered in dried bloody handprints. Villain exchanged a nervous glance with Henchman and then opened the trap door.

The smell of torture hit them like a hammer, but right now, they didn’t have the time to dwell on that. They climbed down the small ladder and waited for their vision to adjust to the darkness.

A whimper caught their attention, and Villain saw a figure in the far corner. They heard them wheezing for air. They heard them cry and whine.

Henchman climbed down after them, a torch in hand. They shone it in the figure’s direction and Villain’s breath hitched at the sight.

Detective was battered almost beyond all recognition. The bruises were deep and the swelling looked agonising to touch. They’d been left in a stress position. Stuck on their knees with their arms behind them, raised too high to be comfortable, and their ankles were tied to their arms, just enough to keep their feet off the floor and make them balance on their knees. Detective’s pain was clear in their whimpers. Then there was the blood, the deep cuts and welts that littered Detective’s body and had been left to bleed. Villain didn’t know how they’d been able to hold on. There had been so much suffering. Detective had endured so much...

Detective was blindfolded and gagged, and it was clear having heard someone come down had them on edge. Villain switched on their voice distortion device on their mask.

“At ease, [Detective], you’re safe now,” Villain said softly, approaching them carefully. Detective tensed, recognising that sound. They were scared, but there was nothing they could do about it.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Easy now,” Villain soothed as they cut them free. Detective crumpled and Villain barely managed to catch them in time. They held them for a moment, letting Detective catch their breath. They tried to go on all fours, but their arms shook so badly that they collapsed under the weight. “I’m going to take your gag out, alright? It’s alright, [Detective], it’s alright...”

Detective immediately flinched, but they were so tired they couldn’t do anything to stop them. Villain hushed them as they unfastened it. As soon as it came away, followed by the blindfold, Detective coughed and choked. Villain could only rub their back and wait a moment.

“W.why a.are you here?” Detective managed, their voice heavy with upset.

“I’m here to save you, I came as soon as I could. I heard you needed help and [Hero] wasn’t up to the task. Try not to speak, just relax, alright? You’re safe.”

“P.please… n.no more... just no more. I.I can’t...” Despite everything, despite all their pain, Detective tried to crawl away from Villain. They barely managed a few inches before they collapsed, mewling despite themselves..

Villain could only sigh. “Take it easy. Come on, let’s get you out of here. Let me help you. You have to trust me.”

Detective barely managed to get onto their side, putting a weak arm out as Villain approached to pick them up. Seeing them so battered and digging for energy they just didn’t have was making Villain want to cry and scream. “N.no...” Detective growled.

Villain took a moment to feel their forehead, how clammy it was from sickness. The bags under Detective’s eyes were big and dark. They tried to get Villain’s hand off of them, but the force they produced was feeble.

“Trust me, [Detective], please. I’m going to take care of you.”

“Please... No more...” they murmured, but they were so weak that they ended up fully laying down on the floor, too weak to even keep their head up.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” Villain tenderly scooped them up from the floor and Detective cried out in pain.

“I’m sorry, I know you hurt. I’m sorry, try to keep still.” Villain endured a pitiful punch to the jaw, but Detective wasn’t able to make anything else. They whimpered and clung to Villain, so ready to be dropped, for the act to disappear now they’d lashed out. Villain didn’t care. They just needed Detective to be alright.

Henchman and the others were ready to act. Villain passed Detective up to them which made Detective cry out in pain again. They looked even worse in the light. In a sudden panic they blurted, “I’m sorry, [relative], just-”

“[R.Relative]?..” Detective murmured. “[Civilian]?...”

Villain bit back a curse. Now they’d done it.

Despite that, once they’d climbed out of Detective’s old… cell, Villain picked them back up. They couldn't bear for anyone else to be holding them. They needed to hold them, to prove they were real, that they were back. Detective clung to them with broken fingers.

“I’m so sorry,” Villain repeated softly. “Let’s just get you back.”

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inglourious-imagines · 3 years

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The Brightest Smile (Fred Weasley)

Summary: You never laugh that much at Fred's jokes and it certainly effects the prankster.

Disclaimer: The pick-up lines used in this story are created by @simps4snape on tik tok so credit goes to them!

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi @lunalovecroft

Requests are open ♡

"Always pity the thinkers, for they are cursed with their own imagination." - Atticus

Y/N Y/L/N infuriated but attracted Fred Weasley beyond words that he was slowly losing his mind - it seemed like she was everywhere. He always found her in the company of his younger brother laughing their asses off, both of them annoying the hell out of professors while Fred stared at them from afar with an upset expression on his face. What did Ron have that he didn't? Y/N's face was like a sunshine with the brightest grin when she was talking with the young red-head but every single time Fred tried to make her laugh or make a joke, it seemed to him that Y/N just smiled politely in order not to offend him. She never really laughed with Fred Weasley like she did with Ron Weasley and it was driving the twin insane.

"Having fun, Y/N?" Fred winked at her sitting right beside her, his left arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Now that you're here I might reconsider my answer." she teased him. The young witch was perfectly aware of the red-head's mission to make her laugh and she wasn't going to give it to him that easily.

"That hurt." Fred faked a cry but a mischievous smirk was set on his face while his hands were pressed on his chest holding an imaginary wound.

Ron grinned next to her as he high-fived his best friend. "Now you're teaming up with my bloody brother? That ain't fair." Fred complained cheekily. In fact, it was like a stab in the chest and when Y/N giggled with Ronald, it felt like the knife was pushed even deeper. Fred had no idea where this sudden jealousy truly came from and watching her lips forming into the brightest smile he'd ever seen that he wasn't the reason behind, only added salt into the open wound.

It was at that moment when his eyes sparkled that Fred decided he's gonna make Y/N laugh, he's gonna get to her heart because he very much realized the girl's more than worth it.

•••

"Stop laughing or someone's gonna find out!" Y/N shushed Fred probably for the hundreth time causing him to let out even more giggles.

"You're the worst," she rolled her eyes, "now all of you get in here."

The heavy door closed behind them leaving the four students in an absolute darkness.

"Lumos!" Y/N whispered as her wand provided them enough light to search around the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. They slowly began to walk from shelf to shelf looking for a particular book with a particular piece of information when Fred broke the silence again, "Did you just say lumos? 'Cause I'm turned on."

"Fred! What the fuck!" Ron managed to whisper real loudly first while Y/N just started at the tall red-head in disbelief and George kept on smirking like an idiot.

Fred on the other hand felt more than satisfied with himself and his statement because her bright red cheeks were telling him that he must had done something right. Yes, it was the worst pick-up line he'd ever heard someone say but he was certain it did the job. Fred left Y/N speechless winking at her walking over to another bookshelf.

"Let's just keep searching. No more flirting with my best friend, alright?" Ron commanded, his eyes narrowed as he glared at his brother.

"Yes, sir!" Fred grinned mischievously, "although just so you know, Y/L/N, I may not be wearing an invisibility cloak but do you think I could visit your restricted section tonight?"

At this second attempt a book fell out of her hands landing with a loud bang on the ground. All of them froze - Fred still had a devilish smirk set on his face, George was slowly laughing in the background mumbling "you're on fire tonight, brother", Ron just rolled his eyes once again and Y/N was a mess of trembling hands and a pounding heart.

No one had ever flirted with her in this way, sounding so confident about it and even though they were terrible pick-up lines, Y/N found herself enjoying Fred's attention.

"Why don't we just use accio to find the bloody book and get out of here so we don't have to listen to this crap?" Ron suggested after 3 long minutes of complete silence when they expected Mr. Filch to appear out of nowhere. But surprisingly no one came.

"Good idea, Ron." Y/N piped up, not daring to look at Fred and his mischievous grin. Her pouding heart was enough to handle.

"Don't want to brag," the tall red-head started slowly again, "but I don't need to cast accio to make you co-"

"Don't you dare finish that bloody sentence, Fred, don't you dare!" Ron finally burst out, his cheeks red and fists clenched. This whole situation was making him uneasy - his brother and his best friend? It simply felt weird to Ron, he didn't want to lose either of them, some of the most important people in his life.

Y/N glanced at Ron letting out a few soft giggles that were barely audible but Fred did hear them and his heart stopped a beat. It sounded like a music to his ears knowing that he just made the beautiful girl smile. Boy, did it feel good.

•••

The search for the book was finished without any other Fred's encounters or Ron's outbursts, it only seemed like a miracle that no one heard them.

"Okay, let's get out of here." Y/N waved at the boys as they quietly ran out of the library aiming for the Gryffindor house.

"Could you at least stop smiling like a marigold on manure?" Ron frowned as he saw how his best friend was grinning from ear to ear the whole journey back to their dormitories. "You two make me sick."

"We better take it somewhere else. What do you say, Freddie?" Y/N suggested winking at the prankster who's mouth was wide open. He certainly did not expect anything like this, at all, but he immediately caught on.

"You're the boss here. See you guys in the morning." Fred sent one last smirk towards his brothers as he disappeared in one of the dark Hogwarts corridors hand in hand with Y/N, George showing him thumbs up.

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xkilljxy · 3 years

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the shop; open

Glass littered the floor. shards of crystal and tea cups creating a mosiac of destruction everywhere. Tables overturned. Cases shattered. Nothing had been safe. In the middle of it, Beatrice, hands cut up and bloody, legs curled under her and face red. She couldn’t see. She could only try for the hundreth time that day to try and call him back to her through the veil. The spell was ancient and forbidden, she didn’t care. The shop was filled with hazy, thick white grey smoke, she didn’t care. The door was supposed to be locked, but it opened anyway, and she immediately reached out and threw whatever was closest to her at it. “Get out! We’re closed!” The catch in her throat gave her away, shattered the anger into a messy wave of sobs.

#beatrice.threads #open #ahopen #injury tw

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capfalcon · 4 years

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The first time Nicolò sees Yusuf, he is walking among dozens of other men, slicing them down as he moves, blood dripping from his face.

He barely registers to Nicolò beyond the fact that he is an enemy, another man to kill, another body that he will soon be stepping over later that night.

He does not know his name, and he does not care. The only thing that matters is the way forward, and if it is through this man, then so be it.

The second time, he has become Yusuf, and Nicolò knows enough about him now. His name, to begin with, and his birthplace, and the fact that he and Nicolò are both damnably good at not fucking dying.

They have stopped trying to kill each other now, and Nicolò no longer considers him an enemy. But they are still on opposing sides, watching each other warily, like tigers in a cage.

Nicolò does not like him, but seeing as how they cannot die, it seems as if they are stuck with each other. But at the end of the day, he is still the man that Nicolò saw cutting through his people, and that seems as if it will never change.

The third time, Yusuf is gasping blood, and it is not the first time, nor the hundreth, or even maybe the thousandth, but it never fails to worry Nicolò.

He grips his love's arms and holds him as he heals, watching the skin knit closed. They have had dozens of different names by now, from Joeseph to Nicky to Nicholas. But at their core, they remain the same, the same men they were at the beginning.

Eventually, Yusuf can stand, and Nicolò helps him up, supporting his weight. As they walk slightly unsteadily, Nicolò catches a glimpse of their reflection in some undamaged glass wall. They are both bloodied and tired, leaning against each other. But against all odds, they are here, together, and it does not matter what Yusuf's name is, because it never has. He is Nicolò's and Nicolò is his, and that is how it has always been, and how it will always be.

#joenicky #joe x nicky #nicky x joe #nicky/joe #joe/nicky #yusuf/nicolo #so i had the idea of like: what if nicolo thinks of yusuf as HIS #like. his name changes #first he is an enemy #then he is Yusuf #then he is his.#anyway dont mind me crying #the old guard #mine #my fic

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candymeowz · 2 years

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I'm glad you found another friend to talk to :3 And don't think that way! I'm sure they don't mind having you around. Maybe you feel awkward because you haven't met them after a long time, but as time goes by, and as you take baby steps, you'll be okay again, I'm sure *wink wink. After all, you have a lot of friends here because of your personality! ❤❤

And yeah! I saw that!!! At first, when my mind was hazy because of the morning nap, I was like '200 summons? Where???' and then went to OM to figure out there's no free 200 summons :'3

But I'm so confused because the others are cheering XD

Turns out it starts later and it's a free 10x pull everyday! So we have to log in and play everyday to redeem the free pull~

I'm excited to know whose card will be the 100x pull in the pity system, because if it's Levi, I'M GONNA CHEER SO LOUD AND FEEL SO JITTERY AND EXCITED FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK ><

Also cause I can pull for other characters if that's the case. If it's anyone else, I'm still gonna pull for Levi XD

What about Tantan, you ask?

You see Sya... I'm just a human... I have a very soft maiden heart... I'm weak *wipes crocodile tears

When Satan refused to come home almost all the time eventhough I cooked his favourite food, washed his favourite pillow, called his favourite cats, cleaned his favourite library and waited for him with my wedding dress, he never came home :'3

And so, I've decided to mend my broken heart and go far away to treat my wounded self. So I can be better. So I can learn how to love again *wipes another crocodile tears

Jk XD If he comes home earlier than Levi, I'm officially signing our marriage certificate XD

... there literally is no difference between me being there and me not being there, so... 👀 And Han... you're so bloody nice 😭

I don't care who's the hundreth pull, as long as I can get the SN trio one way or another! How many URs 'you think will be in one event? Maybe it'd be divided into 10 days brothers and 10 days dateables + newbies?

#meowz talks #han🍊🍭

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visndcaitswhore · 4 years

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Ephemeral|| FRED WEASLEY

Summary: Starting his first year at Hogwarts Hades Lestrange thought it was going to be peaceful and he would keep a low profile. But peaceful and low profile isn't in the twins' vocabulary, apparently.

ONE

Hades Lestrange was a quite boy who didn't like socializing. Well, its not that he had something against socializing. He just didn't like people and he preffered his own company a lot more, maybe that's why he would sometimes talk to himself, it was the only intelligent conversation he could have.

"In two hours" he whispered, his dark eyes following the tree line that disappeared at the speed of the Hogwarts Express.

It was his first year, he was alone and excited, even if it didn't show through the calm and apathetic expression on his young face.

It was weird that he was far away from his aunt and uncle, basically the people who had raised him along side his cousin, Draco. It was the good weird. His uncle and aunt, even if they never did anything to hurt him, where sometimes a bit too tiring with their pure blood beliefs that had reached a level of obsession.

It could be worse of course, he could be with his actual parents.

Two crazy murderers who were loyal followers of You- know- who. Especially his mother, Bellatrix, he had never met the woman but he knew two things about her:

One, they looked alike and two, she was bonkers and not in the fun way.

He followed the outlines of the mountains in peaceful silence and if he knew that those would propably be the only silent and peaceful moments of his school year then he woud have cherished them a lot more. Or locked the door to the comparment

But he didnt, and the twin red heads stormed in without a warning, slamming the door behind them.

Alarmed he watched the copies of the same person take a peek outside, they were obviously running from something. They exchanged a look, wide smiles adorning their features.

"Reckon they lost us, George?" asked one the other

"Probably" answered George as they moved to take the seat across Hades who kept following their movements, buffled.

The person who was not George finally acknowladge the dark haired boy "You don't mind, do you mate?"

Buffled, anxious and angry where three very strong emotions to feel at once and Hades feared he would overload. Which he probably had since he just furrowed his eyebrows at George and not-George, who copied his actions.

"I think he is broken" whispered George to Not-George

Oh, honey, you have no idea, he wanted to say but of course he would never say such a thing outloud since he avoided saying things altogether.

"Hi" Not George said a bit too loudly with an overexaggerated wave but Hades gave no reaction. Undaunted, he continued "I'm Fred" he pointed to himself "And this is George" he pointed at his doppelganger who gave a slight wave. "What's your name?"

In spite of himself Hades managed to say his name back, well, more like whisper it weakly. Too weakly for the twins to catch.

"What was that?"

"Hades" he said a bit more loudly, his nails diggings at the skin of his seat.

This time Fred smiled "Hades? Thats a cool name, right, George?"

His twin nodded.

Overwhelmed, Hades said a small thank you before gathering his hands on his lap, focusing all his attention to them.

The twins decided to let him be, or so he thought.

"What should we do for the dinner tonight?" laughed one twin

"Maybe smoke bombs?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, what do you say Hades?"

He was naive, far too naive to think that they would just give him a few peaceful moments.

"Wh... What?" he stuttered looking up from his hands at the twins smiling, eager faces.

"You say smoke bombs as well?"

"For what?"

"The prank, of course!" they said in unison, kinda scaring Hades.

"Why would you want to prank someone?"

The twins exchanged looks before looking back at him incrediously "For fun, obviously."

That unison thing is something that Hades found really weird.

"Don't you-" started one twin

"-like pranks?" finished the other

Hades had to ask, How the fuck did they do that?

"I've never pranked anyone before, why do you do it?"

"Because we can"

"And because its fun"

"Now, smoke bombs, or not?"

And in spite of himself, he answered and that was the start of a great friendship that lasted a total of two hours, forty three minutes and eigth seconds.

The twins and Hades exited the now stoped train running while the candy lady screamed at them, yet they didn't care, for they were laughing and Hades couldn't remember a time where his stomach hurt so much from laughter, he had never laughed that much in his entire life.

The company of three came into a stop behind some students as a huge man was leading them. Exhausted, Hades realized something else, he had never run that much in his entire life either.

"Blimey mate, you seriously need some exercise" Fred said patting him in the back as Hades leaned forward, with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. The dark haired boy found the strength to raise his hand and flip him off.

"How are you fine after that?"

"Well, we obviously work out. I mean, look out those muscles" the twins flexed their arms trying to show their very non existant muscles to Hades causing him to laugh only to clutch his chest in pain

"Stop being funny"

"Impossible-"

"-its in our nature"

"Alright everyone, move along" called the huge man

Hades, who was now seeing white spots, whispered "Santa?"

"Okay, grab him" Fred instructed George. So, they grabbed him by his sides leading him to one of the boats.

"Put me down, gently"

They threw him in.

"I said gently!"

He got up mastering all the balance he could since under his feet there was a very unstable boat, and sat down on one of the seats as the twins followed suit, along with another boy.

"Oh, don't be angry, Hadie."

"Maybe he isn't angry, Fred, maybe he is afraid of the water."

"Ohhh" cooed Fred, taking the seat next to him" Don't worry, I'll hold you hand all the way to the safe, and stable earth."

And so he did, he took Hades hand to his own even if Hades threatened to throw him in the lake to drown. But Fred continued holding his hand without a care as he opened a conversation with his twin and the other boy who had very politely introduced himself as Lee Jordan.

"Hi" Hades greeted still trying to get his arm free from Fred's iron hold with no luck,

"Fred, let go this instant"

"Mmm, no"

And so, tired and angry as he was, Hades gave up and instead turned his attention to the water of the lake. It was pretty late so the water was very dark almost pitch black, and the only thing that broke the stillness of the waters where the boats that were occupied by students. And a tail.

Hades could have been mistaken but he knew he wasn't, he saw it.

"Fred" he squeezed his hand softly

"For the hundreth time, Hades, I'm not letting go"

"No, idiot, look" he motioned with his head towards where he had last seen the tail.

"Yeah, uh, looking...." he trailed off

"Just wait a second, will you?"

With an impatient huff Fred rested his chin on Hades shoulder as they both looked around the spot. And just when Fred started questioning his new friends sanity, he saw it too.

"Bloody hell..."

He turned to lock eyes with Hades who was giving him a 'told ya so' look

"And you thought I was crazy"

"Never said that" the red head smile, mischieviously

"Yeah but you thought about it"

"My bad"

"Hey, what are you two love birds talking about?" called Lee who was talking with George while Fred and Hades were on their little mermaid observation time.

"Nothing" they said, for some reason not really wanting to mention what happened not wanting to hide it. It's just wasn't necessary for everyone to know...

"See Hades? Told ya, you would be safe" said Fred as they got off the boat

"Yeah, yeah, can you let go now?"

Fred faked a pout letting go of his hand "You don't love me"

"Damn right I don't"

He made an overexaggerated gasp, placing his hand on his chest "That was just rude, young man"

Hades couldn't help but giggle, shaking his head at his friends antics "Come on, idiot"

"Can I hold your hand again?"

"No"

Being shoved away in a small chamber by a stern looking professor is defintely not what Hades had in mind when he heard of Hogwarts famous reputation. The first years were too many for the small chamber to the point where Hades was sandwiched between the twins. Trying to create some distance between them Hades took two steps behind only to step on somebody's toes

"Sorry" he hurriedly said, moving forward. This time stumbling into somebody else. Looking up he found Fred "Sorry"

"Don't worry about it" assured the taller boy putting his hands on his shoulders softly, to keep him in place and still create some distance between their bodies. The stern looking teacher, wh had been explaining Hogwarts' sorting ceremony finally mentioned the one thing that the new pupils where actually interested in;

"You will be sorted into your houses. The houses are, Gryffindor,"

The twins looked at each other in glee and excitement

"Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin"

Hades raised his chin, something the twins missed as they were too busy looking forward to be sorted in their house.

Finally, they moved in the great hall and Hades had to admit that maybe, Hogwarts reputation was well earned. It was a majestic sight with hunderds of thousands of candles guiding their way with the soft and warm flicker of their fire. But the candles that were floating in the air was not what caught Hades' attention, nor was it the size of the room filled with four large tables at where students were seatting looking forward to the sorting in anticipation.

No, what caught his attention was the ceiling, which didn't resemble any ceiling he had ever seen for this one reflected the night sky, filled with stars and the moon, not one cloud in sight.

He could get used to this, he thought.

"Man, I'm excited" he heard Lee Jordan say towards them, capturing the dark haired boys attention.

"Same"

"But we already know what house we will be sorted into" Fred said cockily

Hades arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips "Care to reveal, you highness?"

"It's classified information-" started George, putting a hand around Hades shoulders

"But since we like you-" Fred put his own arm around Hades shoulders

"We'll tell you"

Lee and Hades exchanged glances, seemingly tired of the twins' antics.

"There is no question about it," they continued " Gryffindor"

The youngest Lestrange scoffed "How so?"

"Well, its the best house, of course. Courageous, and they have a badass lion as a symbol."

"Not like those cowards in Slytherin" continued Fred, glaring at the Slytherin table, too occupied to notice Hades unfold his arms "They are horrible, mom says, full of snakes that one. Back stabbing selfish cowards who care about no one other than themselves"

Another thing he should have noticed, but was too busy to do so, was Hades slowly narrowing his eyes at them

"Wouldnt want to associate myself with these ones"

"They wouldn't want you, George, they have very high standards. You have to be as disgusting as them" the twins and Lee started laughing but Hades wasn't in the mood to laugh anymore, or be around them. Instead, he took notice of the arms the twins still had draped over his shoulders and with a swift movement he knocked them away.

Their laughter stopped "Oi, mate, what's-" Fred started but he was cut off when he found himself under Hades cold gaze

"Hades Lestrange"

Without breaking his stare Hades scoffed "Honestly" before making his way towards the stool where the professor was waiting with the Sorting Hat.

Confidently he took his place on the stool and the hat was placed on his head for no more than six seconds when it screamed "SLYTHERIN"

The Slytherin table started clapping and with the same hautly confidence that was almost natural in his family and house he started walking towards his rightful place but not before he looked at his previous companions who seemed shocked and betrayed. He smirked, flipping them off and didn't pay them any mind for the rest of the night.

A friendship that was made in a matter of minutes was crushed in a matter of minutes as well. For that was it's worth. Worthless, to be more precise.

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askderynsharp · 5 years

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Halloween prompt! Vampire!Deryn making sucking innuendos @Alek and Alek not understanding any of them/misunderstanding all of them.

Just another beautiful day aboard the Leviathan. The sun was comfortably obscured by clouds, the wind was more a gentle breeze, and the ship had successfully escaped the glacier just four days ago. Everyone was all jolly and relieved they had made it out in one piece, more so that there was now enough cocktail to go around. With the ship fixed, everyone fed, and the Leviathan out of that stressful situation the crew could even ignore the five unvaccinated humans aboard. Life, or rather, unlife, continued on as normal.

Deryn was losing her barking mind.

Four days. Just four days ago she had feed on a full cocktail only to find it ineffective. Something was just…off. As if everything she needed was there but for one vital ingredient. A missing piece. A pea in her mattress. The cocktail wasn’t enough, and even as Deryn forced herself to be content she couldn’t stop her mind from drifting. It wasn’t a sterile cup of fake hormones she wanted, what she wanted was alive and pulsing. She wanted real blood. She wanted it to be his blood.

It was easy to handle at first. Just a mild itch of dissatisfaction in her gums. Deryn figured her teeth missed how it had felt to puncture flesh. Her habit of gnawing on her knuckle could scratch that particular itch well enough. But the longer she ignored it the more intense it felt. Deryn reckoned she’d need to black out for a week just to forget that warmth beneath her fangs.

And Alek was no help at all.

“I’m not going to bloody blackmail you,” Deryn said for the hundreth time in the past four days.

“But you look awful,” Alek said, “It’s been a while since the last time I gave you any. Are you sure you-”

“I’m fine.” Deryn snapped and looked away to force that little voice who agreed with him down in her mind.

The ninny had got it in his head that he was in Deryn’s debt for keeping his secrets, no matter how many times Deryn argued that Alek had done enough for her already. Ever since the captain had ordered Deryn to keep an eye on him the boy had all but begged her to feed on him to keep from spilling the beans. It took a lot of self-control not to believe he had a point.

It was always awkward for Deryn to smile convincingly with closed lips, but she managed.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Alek.”

But maybe someone should have been worrying about her, because Deryn began to dread her unlife-saving cocktail every evening. Of course it would be mad to refuse it, too barking suspicious. But even still, Rigby must have noticed that she didn’t share Newkirk’s famished relief whenever it was time to feed.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to a month. Then, and only then, was Deryn finally willing to give in.

“You were right,” was all she said when she showed up unannounced after a long and agonising watch.

Alek rubbed his eyes, the thudding of her knocking had woken him in the midst of a night’s sleep. “What?”

He was groggy, disorientated, and the top buttons of his shirt were loose from when he had sloppily pulled them on just seconds ago. It would be so easy to-

“You were right,” she repeated, somewhat forcefully, “About what you said before. Let me in.”

It took some effort to avoid shoving Alek when he lazily shifted aside.

Guilt and anticipation twisted together in Deryn’s gut like ornery snakes, and that damnable thudding pulverised her thoughts to jam.

“Nice room,” Deryn said, mostly to distract herself, “Yours is a lot nicer than mine. Granted- mine’s less a stateroom than a crate.”

She laughed awkwardly at what might’ve passed for a ‘joke’ and Alek yawned a chortle in response.

“I suppose so,” he said, then leaned against the wall.

Deryn waited for Alek to say more. Perhaps for him to ask her what she wanted or even come out and offer all by himself. It’d make things a lot easier if she didn’t have to come out and say it. When he didn’t Deryn groaned, all those days of badgering her about it and now he kept his mouth shut?

Alek seemed to droop somewhat on the wall and flinch awake, still blinking in a daze. Deryn realised with a dull ache that she could not force herself to walk out of the room unless he told her to, and that Alek was in no state to defend himself otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, unable to look away.

“Thats alright,” Alek yawned, “You’re not used to people needing sleep are you? I’m waking up.”

He shook himself somewhat and pushed away from the wall. Already his eyes seemed more alert, but Deryn knew by his pulse that he wasn’t anywhere near his normal state of nerves.

“No, I-” Deryn shook her head, “I mean, I’m sorry for why I’m here.”

“Why you’re here?” Alek frowned, “Ah yes, why are you here?”

Something about the gentle confusion on his face was maddening. As if he really didn’t know what she wanted, but expected it to be something simple like asking to borrow a pair of socks.

“Its about that thing you’ve been bringing up lately,” Deryn said, “You said that thing, and I said that we shouldn’t, but you kept insisting that we should, and now I’m thinking maybe you were right and we should, but I want to make absolutely sure in case you actually feel like we shouldn’t.”

Alek’s eyes scrunched together, his lips moving to repeat the words to himself. When he opened them his frown deepened.

“I’m sorry- was?”

Deryn groaned, breaking the leather of her glove in her chewing.

“That thing you offered,” she said, “We’ve done it before- in the alps, its how we escaped!”

“You want…” Alek said slowly, “You want food..?”

“Yes!” Deryn said, then considered, “Sort of...”

She brought both knuckles to her lips and pointed downward, mimicking her fangs, and pantomimed biting.

“You want me to…” Alek drawled, “…Feed the bats?”

“No!” Deryn cried, slapping a palm over her eyes.

Alek shook his head, “Whatever this is, can it not wait until morning?”

“Aye, it can,” Deryn said, “It should but I…”

What else was there to say? That she was desperate? That she thought she might black out if she retired to her case? Both of those things would only make Alek feel like he didn’t have a choice. Just about all Deryn knew was that he needed to have a choice for this to go right. Well, about as right as stealing your best friend’s vital fluids to sate your bloodlust could be.

“You offered,” Deryn said slowly, “To help me…feel better.”

She studied Alek’s expression for comprehension but found none. She tried again.

“I’ve not been myself lately and I’ve told you that I was fine but I’m starting to not be,” Her last words came out rather haggard, “I really want to feel better now.”

And then he got it. Alek’s eyes widened, his pulse quickened, and before he could stop himself he took an instinctual step back. Nothing was said in the silence, but the mood suddenly shifted from that of friendly befuddlement to terror.

The shift in his mood all but stung.

Why wouldn’t Alek be afraid? Here Deryn was, a bloodsucking monster, waking him up in the dead of night to make good on a threat she’s subtly hinting at him for weeks. It was the stuff of nightmares, she was the stuff of nightmares, and Alek wore that knowledge plainly on his face.

It suddenly felt more possible to walk away than Deryn had previously believed.

“You’re tired,” she said, her voice low and husky, “You have no idea what I’m saying.”

Deryn was slow as she made to leave, a small part of her struggling against the retreat. When Alek moved to stop her she almost let him. Almost.

“Forget about it,” she managed with what remained of her willpower, “Just forget about it.”

And with that Deryn fled with only the hope that Alek would go back to sleep and think it was all a nightmare to soothe her.

#sorry is so late!!!#i technically made it #vampire au #vampire!deryn #prompt #fanfiction

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racingliners · 6 years

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6 hundreths

6 bloody hundreths

#Kimi in P2 though for tomorrow #f1 liveblog #us gp #quali edition

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years

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Apologies (JS)

It was almost a week-the longest fight the two of you ever had in your two year realtionship. You missed him, you barely remembered what even started the fight that morning but it resulted in tears and yelling and a bloody hand from where you tried to pick up the cup you dropped. For the first few days Joe texted and called you but you refused to talk to him. He apologised over and over but you weren't over it. And now...now you didn't know if he still wanted to continue the relationship. On your fourth day of silence he had texted you,

"I get it if you don't want to talk anymore. I'll leave you alone."

Caspar insisted you come by, apparently Joe hadn't showered or ate much the last week and it made you feel guilty but then you got angry over feeling guilty-Joe had started the argument by being an arse. But you could see from his social medias that he hadn't updated and his fans were starting to question the hiatus.

"Y/N you two just need to talk he's been in his room all week. Just come by for five minutes."

Caspar's hundreth text finally pushed you off the couch where you had sat much of the week and you went to freshen up. First-washing your hair which had gotten greasy over the days. Next, a fresh change in clothes. And finally, a coffee.

When you reached Joe's place, Caspar was so happy he squeezed you until you almost crumbled and then ran out claiming he had errands to run.

"Joe?" You peeked into Joe's dark room but all that you saw of him was a lump on the sofa.

"Joe!" You say a little louder and the covers whip off of the body.

"Y/N?" Joe asks excitedly.

"Joe, Caspar's been worried-"

You're cut short as Joe tackles you in a hug, muttering apologies over and over.

"Joe you smell rank!" You manage to get him off and go to open the blinds.

"It burns!" Joe jokes and leaps back into bed. "Are we talking?" He asks from under the covers.

"Are we?" You ask. You just wanted this stupid fight to be over. You missed your boyfriend and his goofy sense of humour and his cuddles. "I missed you even though you're an arse." You say instead.

"I know!" Joe wails. "And I'm so bloody sorry Y/N!"

You yank the covers off Joe and sit beside him. "I love you."

Joe pulls you into him, "I love you more."

You can't help but laugh, "Joe you really should shower."

Instead, he starts rubbing his stubbled face all over you cheeks which makes you yell while trying to push him away.

"Joe! I hate that feeling!"

"I know!" He says gleefully as he pushes you down on the bed and begins attacking you in kisses. You laugh and join him, and soon the two of you are cuddled into one another, trying to hold on as if letting go would push you two away again.

"I am sorry," Joe says again.

"I'm sorry," you say against his chest. "I shouldn't have overrracted and gotten so angry."

"But I shouldn't have yelled and taken out my frustration like that," Joe says.

You move your head away and smile at him, "Let's just never do this again?"

"Deal," Joe says.

"Now go take a shower!" You demand but Joe only wraps his legs around you and locks you closer into his body.

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smiles-4-lifes · 6 years

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Death and Despair Chapter 1: The soul with the dreadful laugh

Kid eases on his skateboard as he nears the end of the line of red toriis that lead to his father’s main chambers. He hops off and does a check to make sure his outfit is symmetrical after his rush. Liz and Patty take this opportunity to transform out of their weapon form when they hear a cheerful, “Hey guys!” The two look over to see Maka with her weapon Soul.

“What are you two doing here?” Liz askes as Patty goes over to hug Maka.

“Lord death summoned us here,” Maka explains after Patty lets her go, “He said something strange happened a few nights ago, something never seen before.”

Soul chimes in, “That’s why all seven of us are here, to beat whatever this ‘strange thing’ is.”

“Seven?” Kid questions now paying attention after doing his outfit check.

Just then a voice calls out, “Witness the amazing, stupendous, and best meister- BLACK STAR!” Kid looks up only to see a figure falling toward him. “Ambush successful!” Black Star, the overly-confident meister, says as he latches on Kid’s back. Kid shrieks and launches Black Star off. “Now I have to re-establish my symmetry,” Kid cries, annoyed by this set back.

Black Star only laughs as Tsubaki helps him back up.

“Now that everyone is here it’s time to give you kids the rundown!” Lord Death announces appearing in his usually looming and zig zapped apparence. Everyone turns to face the powerful man, the one who runs death city and is headmaster of DWMA. “Here's the situation kiddos, three days ago out of the blue a rather disturbing soul wavelength appeared in death city.”

“Was it a witch?” Maka asks a worried, yet strong look on her face. After seeing the witch Medusa’s wavelength, Maka has become more cautious as well as more determined to take the hundreth witch soul for Soul to become a death scythe.

“No and it wasn’t a kishin soul either. That’s so strange about it. The soul was clearly a soul filled with malice and evil but nothing never seen before. And as soon as it appeared, it was gone and no one has been able to trace it so far.

“Of course no one has found it, only someone as skilled as me could find that mysterious soul wavelength!” Black Star boasted.

“Actually that’s not the reason I summoned you. I’m only telling you this because that this mysterious soul wavelength might be connected to the case I’m sending you all on.”

“And what is that?” Kid presses, curious that the soul isn’t their mission. Does my father think all of us combined can’t handle it? That seems unlikely, so what’s the reason?

“About two weeks after that soul wavelength showed up, there have been robberies at a variety shops. There seems to be no connection between the robberies as far as what is stolen. One shop was broken into was a mechanics shop while another was a grocery store.”

“Is that all? Seems rather small of a job for needing three weapon and meister teams,” Soul interjects

“Well mister impatient, that’s not all there is. In fact, several of your fellow DWMA students have gone missing as well. So we are sending all of seven of you in order to watch each others backs, so don’t think of splitting up when you get out in the field!” Lord Death ordered as he playfully hit Soul on his head.

“Yeah yeah don’t split up, can we head out I’m itching to bash some crooks in,” Soul mumbled rubbing his head.

“I agree with Soul, is there any other information to know before we set out,” Kid asked

“Just watch your backs I’d hate to lost such talented meisters!” Lord Death warned as he turned his back to the group signaling that they could head out. As they all leave Kid can’t help but wonder about that mysterious soul wavelength again. What could it be if even his father doesn't know what it is. And how are the disappearances and robberies connected? Kid shakes his head and decides that he needs to focus on the robberies if he wants to discover the truth behind this mystery. Maka suggests that they start by exploring the location of the last robbery, so that’s where they stop first. Unfortunately, the only information they receive is that the robbery happened at night and it occurred so fast the robber couldn’t be identified. Who could even move that fast, they had to be a Kishin. Yet, his father didn’t think it was a Kishin or even a witch, so then how skilled could this person be, Kid thought.

“Hey Kid, do you think they could be how we used to be, a pair of weapons causing mayhem,” Liz whispered to Kid. That could be a possibility, Kid thought remembering what the past Thompson sisters were like when he found them.

“Everyone,” Kid called gathering the group’s attention. “It is possible we are dealing with a highly trained criminal based on how efficient they acted. In light of this, we might find a lead by investigating the seedier areas of Death City.”

“That’s a great a idea Kid,” Tsubaki replied, “What do you think Black Star?” But Black Star didn’t answer, he had a stark look on his face. “Black Star is everything alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah don’t worry Tsubaki! I just got a weird feeling now but it must be all my adoring fans gazing in awe!” Black Star announce in his usual cocky attitude, but something seemed off in that statement. Kid chalked it up to Black Star being Black Star, but kept it in the back of his mind. After Maka and Soul interrogated some local thugs, they headed to a back alley hideout that supposedly had the prior gang had been thrown out of in a bloody pulp. As the Kid entered the building, he instantly got a bad feeling. It seems he wasn’t only as everyone seemed to brace themselves upon entering. Black Star especially, his face seemed to display a sense of tread and confusion upon it.

“Guys that feeling I had earlier is back, I don’t think we're alone here.” Kid opened his mouth to agree when suddenly a bang went off and he turned his head to find the source. Instead he got a mouth full of some gas, piercing his lungs and causing burning coughs to come out. Through the gas he could see his friends start to weaken and collapse.

“Liz...Patty…?” Kid cried out weakly. His vision was starting to blur as his knees went weak. How could he have fallen for such a trap and who could have snuck up such talented meisters? He got his answer during his last few seconds of consciousness two silhouettes tower above him with a gas mask. One bends down, a women with pink, wavy pigtails, and the last thing he hears is her laugh. A laugh the sends despair into his soul.

“Upupupupupu…”

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Can u do an imagine where u and Harry are roaming around New York with paparazzis following u and started feeling bad for him bc he bought u Gucci merch

I think when we talk about Harry buying Gucci we all picture this outfit in our minds. It was sooo hot/ cute/ ajghhagdh

The night has already fallen. A pitch black ocean rules in the sky above. Vague glitter sparkles can be discerned from it, as if they were playing hide and seek at the other side of the thick layer of pollution penetrating the constraints of the city. Dazzling lights coming from each and every of the buildings furnishing the avenue provide the crowded streets with the light necessary to keep up with the name New York enjoyed of: The city that never sleeps.

Harry and you hold hands as you wander around the Fifth Avenue. A dimpled grin is settled on his face, watching the gleam that floats in your eyes. It’s the first time you properly travel outside the so well known borders of London. You are beyond excited. Everything in your sight is worth your utter attention, and you wished you had taken your camera with you to capture everything your eyes lay upon on.

Harry is loving to see the way the neon lights paint a lively landscape all over the canvas your face is. He’s loving, even more, the fact that he’s the only one who gets to witness it.

Or was.

A dazzling flash hit your faces, leaving the image before your eyes dappled in thick dark dots. Harry instinctively throws his hand over your eyes. You may be clueless about what’s happening, but him? no, he’s not.

“Fucking hell”

A bunch of paparazzi is disturbing your way. They walk along with you both, throwing meddling questions with the oddest spontaneity you’ve ever seen.

“Do you reckon this relationship will last”

“Y/n, what do you think about Harry being labeled as a womanizer?”

“Y/n you must be delighted now that you have a man with money. He must buy you lots of stuff. Try to get as much as you can from this, it won’t last long”

If you already felt uncomfortable with the situation that comment made a sea of tears pool in your eyes. Your head drops low, and the hold you have of Harry’s hand loosens until there is no grip at all. You need desperately to get out of the sudden commotion that has been formed.

Harry finds himself with the urge of snapping at the paparazzo, but he’s smart enough to know that’s the exact response he’s waiting for. So he just limits to glare at him and ignore all the derogatory comments, knotting your hand with his and handing you the sunglasses that seconds ago were holding his curls back.

“Harry…” You trail off, trying to untie your connected hands, you don’t want to embarrass him. You don’t want him to be seen with a gold digger.

“Please… Y/n, please”

He knows letting go of his grip is the last thing you want, and that the reason behind your rejecting behavior was that comment. He, himself, has gone through that struggle: letting toxic statements step on his bliss, on his wishful thinking and destroy them all. He remembers the first time he was called a womanizer. After that interview, he cried for hours until he fell asleep. At that time he had the support of all the boys, who managed to cheer him up and always stood up for him whenever the topic was brought up.

He now is witnessing your struggle.

But you aren’t alone.

When the mob turns wilder Harry knows he has to find some way out of it, not only for both your sakes, but for the one of the reporters as well. Sooner or later someone will end up hurt.

Scanning the area he spots the Gucci store he was looking for, at the end of the block. Whenever he traveled to New York he always worked his way to come by at least once, and with every single visit he ended up becoming friends with the manager.

“Harry, please answer some of our questi-”

The heavy click of the door closing on their faces mutes their nosy questions, leading to a pleasing silence filling your sense of hearing.

“Alex, thank yeh’ so much foi the favour. The mess out there is crazy” He says, shaking his hand.

“It’s okay Harry. We’re glad you turned to us. Do you want me to call anybody?”

“Uh, I’ll order an uber myself. But, could you give us some time alone? Please?”

“Of course, I’m gonna be in the office if you need me”

Alex pats on his arm, glancing at your uncomfortable frame standing in the middle of the fancy boutique. Harry nods at him and as soon as he leaves the room, he spins on his heels and approaches you.

Your gaze is lost on the floor.

“Pet, I’m so sorry for wha’ happened out there. Tha’ guy was-”

“Do you think it’s true?” You cut him. “Do you think I’m a gold digger?” A faint quiver can be noticed in your dim voice. You sound like a scared child, a scared little girl who fears to learn the truth. Harry’s stomach clenches when you discover to him your stained face. Yet black paths mark your skin in the most hideous of the ways.

“Y/n…” He digs his teeth in his lower lip to elude the tears from building up in his eyes. With his strong arms, he wraps your frame, reassuring you.

“Sweetheart, by no means I think yeh’re such a thing. Tha’ prick said wha’ he said just to pick on you. He wanted to tease a violent reaction from me by hurting who I love the most. You have to know they will never stop, they live out of it. If there isn’t drama they’re gonna dig for it. At the end of the day, their point is always to have some juicy gossip, and that’s never gonna change”

“But- I mean… you constantly buy me all this fancy stuff worth two-months of my rent. They all see that, so somehow it wouldn’t be difficult to believe it” His scent fills your lungs, easing the anxiety your whole body had been sunk in. “Ugh! I just don’t know who I am anymore. They know bloody well how to get into your mind and fuck you up”

You bite the yellow fabric of his sweater, muffling an annoyed cry. Harry’s countenance softens, now that he sees you’ve calmed down. He leaves lingering kisses on top of your head, brushing his plump lips against the soft strands of hair.

“Y/n, if I get you wha’ I get you it’s because I can afford it and, mostly, ‘cause I want to. You shouldn’t feel bad If one day I get home with the whole Gucci shop in the back o’ my car just for yo-”

“Gosh, I can’t take that as a joke, I’m sure you’d do it”

“Yeah, I would. You deserve that and more”

“But I just want you”

“You already have me, baby girl. You already do”

He backs away a few inches away, to have a proper view of your expression gaining that bliss with which it started the night off. “That’s the Y/n I want, all smiley” He connects his lips with yours, inviting them to perform a gentle dance.

“And look, I’m so generous that I’ve got something for the paps as well”

“What?” You asked confused.

“A huge eff yeh’”

Between the giggles he puts in your mouth you realise for the hundreth time about something:

You love him so much.

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[FN] Just One More

"Do you possess the will to finish this?"

Those words stoked the fire that powered her movements. As the blade ran through the hunched form before her, the opposing blow struck with similar intent.

Recoiling swiftly from the target, as she had done o so many times as a mere child, she glanced around in search of more onlookers.

One more. Just one.

A rather broken feminine appearance, in an ungratifying heap on the dew-dropped grass, breathing with some difficulty some fifteen feet away. Barefoot, she approached slowly, careful of further hidden danger. Her eyes darted from each looming dark tree trunk back to the fallen threat. Shadows cast by the overreaching canopy above hindered her sight.

Slower. Not much further now.

She fought off the vibrations of pain her prior foe had inflicted, and clutched at her limp right arm while also clinging to the blood-stained steel that had kept her safe through all these harsh years. How many had it been now? Four-five hundred? Truth be told, by around the two-hundreth villager, they had lost count.

Wind clattered into her back, seemingly wishing to hasten these next coming moments. The woman did not give in to it's pleas; this was always the kill she savoured. After all, who knew when another hamlet would be so very bold and strong and courageous to rise up against her whims.

No... this was going to last. And she would make sure of that.

Some three feet away from the downed figure, she halted her death march. Taking the time to gaze down at the ever paling woman, she was caught off guard by the sight. A young girl, perhaps only just straying beyond her teens, lay below her.

It was not the youth that stayed her blade though, that simply had not mattered in the many past bloody endeavours. It was... something else. The girl had bright, short cut coal black hair, just like herself. Jewel-like sky-blue eyes that also matched her own. Small nose that sat tight to the face, pursed lips that drew stunted breath, freckled cheeks held taught against the bone, my, it was as if she was staring into her very own reflection in a tranquil lake.

The girl's eyes fluttered, not moving from the pinhole sized gap in the treeline that filtered sunlight through the outlined leaves.

It was this movement that shook the towering woman out of her stupor. With a subtle shake of her head, she strained and lifted her left arm, blade rising with it.

Drip... Drip... Drip. Droplets of blood melded with the young girl's blouse below the blade's tip. Dull grey now mixing with thick crimson.

"I am sorry," the woman set to be the young girl's executioner uttered under her breath, "I possess the will."

And then it was all over. With a swift flash of metal and an exclamation of exertion from the executioner, the girl's final breath hitched and then released softly.

As soon as the girl's chest fell, forever bound to stay still, screams erupted.

From behind her, no westwards, east? She couldn't discern it's origin. Spinning on a sixpence every second, she looked into the depths of the dark undergrowth in the forest and was met with... nothing.

The screaming grew louder now, high-pitched, foreign yet familiar. Desperation tore it's way in. "End this! W-here!?" She clutched at her ears, drawing blood with her fingernails as she did so.

Then came a realisation. Then came reality. There was no one else here.

It was her.

Unable to comprehend this very truth, she sank to the floor. The noise deafening now as it only sought to rise further. Her head threatened to explode with the immense pressure, the ground seemed to shake and started to rupture beneath her. It all was too much. How? Why?

She screamed out.

It... stopped. The noise hadn't died down no, it had vanished altogether. In a singular instant it ceased to be. The ground settled beneath her. Her head now clear but still clouded.

And then she heard it's voice. A deep guttural utterance that enveloped her senses and slipped its way into her very mind.

"It's all ok now," the voice soothed her fears and healed her desolate mind, "be strong, it is not yet over."

A slight shuffling noise could be heard to her right, about twenty-two feet away this time. She readied her blade.

One more. Just one.

"Do you possess the will to finish this?"

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