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bitterdrop · 2 years
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Uuuggh SIR!🔥🔥🔥🥵
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delcakoo · 10 months
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So not sure if those short fics are wonki only but i was hoping you’d write on hee seeing you wear another members hoodie pls? Ty!
LOL i write for everyone but my anons seem to be wonki biased,, (jus like me tho)
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“hee, i was trying to watch someth-mmph,” your boyfriend’s lips cut yours off rudely, similarly to his body that crushes yours as he wraps around you like a koala.
“netflix can wait, no?” he mumbles against your jaw, sharp nose digging into the soft skin of your cheek. “boyfriend’s first.”
sighing in defeat, your phone is thrown lazily across the couch before you’re returning heeseung’s embrace, smiling at the content groan he releases once your arms encase him. he’s milliseconds from moving back up and sneaking another kiss, only for his peripheral vision to slowly fall across a seemingly new, unidentifiable green hoodie covering your torso.
he frowns; it definitely isn’t his, and you usually tell him when you get new clothes..
meanwhile — waiting rather impatiently for the kiss he initiated first — your brows furrow. “what?”
not offering a response, heeseung cranes his neck down to sniff the soft material, frowning when the comfort of your scent is nowhere to be found. “baby, where’d you get this?” he inquires, tone laced in utter confusion.
you blink, shrugging absentmindedly. “it was just.. lying on the floor. finders keepers, losers weepers.”
he immediately pouts, bambi eyes turning down sulkily as he grips onto the hoodie’s sleeve. “baby,” he repeats in a whine, “my room is only a few steps away. this looks like jake’s.”
“well.. i was tired and cold and you took too long making snacks.” you attempt to defend yourself, despite knowing damn well your boyfriend may as well break the record for fastest ramen-maker after the countless times he’s served you both.
either way, heeseung spares your pathetic rebuttal, instead squirming out of your arms to pace over to his bedroom with quick strikes and a determined huff. the whole time, you send him whines and complaints from the couch, scolding him for leaving the cuddle session early — even more so when he disappears behind the door accompanied by noisy clacks of coat hangers knocking each other.
“finally,” you grumpily announce once he returns, arms extending to make grabby hands along the way. however, when you try to pull him back onto the couch, the bastard moves away, pointing at the purple hoodie in his grasp stubbornly.
“nuh-uh, hoodie off first,” heeseung demands.
“but hee, i want—“
unfortunately, you’re interrupted once more by a strict glare. “you can have cuddles when you aren’t wearing my bandmates clothes.”
his stubbornness always wins, apparently. as you accept defeat, you roll your eyes while yanking the material over your head. “so dramatic..“
heeseung doesn’t seem to mind your jab, much too busy smiling cutely as you pull his hoodie on instead, snickering at how it looks way bigger than usual. even more so when you expectedly gaze up at him, opening your arms and humming when he falls into them at last.
suddenly, heeseung’s spinning around so you’re the one perched up on his lap, deer-like eyes scanning over you in adoration. “there’s my baby,” he pecks your lips through mumbles, thumb rubbing your cheek to enhance his affection. “so pretty in my clothes.”
your lips descend to gently find a home against his neck — though you never admit it’s really to hide the blush arising from his words. “yours is more comfy, n’ it smells like you.”
he grins, a veiny hand moving up to run through your hair. “good. i plan to pull the hyung-card and make sure no hoodies are lying around here except mine from now on.”
you can only laugh, despite knowing that he’s not exactly joking.
hi loves my exam-fried brain produced this so i apologize for any errors <\3
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fangsbleed · 1 year
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wintermischief · 4 months
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piglet26 · 3 months
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Reylo Scenes: TROS Part 2
After a failed attempt at killing Rey and Rey slashing Ren's fighter. He's relieved he didn't kill her. She's relieved she didn't kill him. He emerges looking fucking glorious while Rey tried to stop a ship from flying off cause she thinks Chewie is on board. What the hell are they doing putting a mask on him at this point?!
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In the novel from Kylo's perspective, "But his impulse to kill Key had almost ruined everything he had been planning..... but his deepest desire, the thing he wanted most (Rey) would require planning and patience."
"It didn't matter what or who was inside that transport that made desperate to prevent it's escape, he was not going to let her have it. He reached out, felt the massive machinery in his mind, yanked it towards himself."
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What's interesting in this scene is Kylo Ren is pushing her and Rey ultimately pulls from anger to best him and keep chewing. That's what always been interesting about Rey is she's the Jedi, but often times she fights with anger, fear and aggression. In the novelization it's revealed that over the course of that year she's been hearing voices. It looks pretty and it's a good shot, but I kept thinking didn't we already see this? Force wise... they're pretty even. While it doesn't hit as hard as the tug-o-war in the TLJ it does serve a purpose. Rey is a Palpatine after all.
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In the movie, as per usual, this next bit doesn't make any sense. Ren seems stunned and just let's Rey, Finn and Poe run off. In the novel it makes more sense.
"Kylo Ren watched the freighter rise into the sky, Rey inside it. She had beaten him again (she thought she killed her friend not really a win but you're emo) and yet, he was filled with triumph. He'd been right to push her. She had just demonstrated unbelievable, mind blowing power. Dark power. Sith Power. The scavenger was almost ready to turn. And when she did, they would both kill their light, embrace their darkness, then the star destroyer fleet and the Sith throne would be theirs."
Kylo Ren is a Reylo and is trying to make power couple goals happen and we have to appreciate that.
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This is concept art from "The Rise of Skywalker" notice how their costumes mirror each other.
The chemistry between Rey and Kylo is electric whenever they share the same space, so much so that sometimes it feels like we, the audience, are intruding on a private moment between the two.
On board Ochi's ship Rey confesses she has sex dreams about Kylo Ren. Let's be honest they both do and she confesses she's had visions of her and Kylo Ren on top the Sith throne.
Next scene is them in Kijimi. Ren is looking for his future Queen who is trying to find the sithway finder or whatever. Arriving in his pretty cool ship.
In the novel per Zorii, "As the black clad man approached the squads officer snap to attention, "Supreme leader".... the man standing below with his gang od butchers was Kylo Ren himself.....The supreme leader said his voice was tight and calm, but Zorii got the feeling he was barely containing his rage. He looked around almost as if he were sniffing the air. "We have a perimeter around the city." The lieutenant began, but Kylo Ren cut him off, "We're too late, the scavenger is gone." Zorri goes onto describe Kylo Ren having a moment whipping his lightsaber out and going beast mode.
In the movie through the force it's implied that that's how Rey knows Chewie is onboard Ren's destroyer, but in the novel it's different. He interrogated Chewie forcefully (wink wink ha ha ha) to get information on Rey. Rey was able to link mind with Kylo Ren and that's how she knew Chewie was onboard. They should've shown them linking minds more.
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Then Rey was in his room, or excuse me, private quarters. Anyone else surprised his room was so white and pretty, if no impersonal. Where's his bed? I saw it in the first movie I think.
"Rey. Wherever you are, you are hard to find."
I'm wondering if at this point that can connect to one another more voluntarily. Rey is always swinging first. Like always. This scene can only really be described as exposition scenes, but there is a nice aspect to it. It's nice to see what they see from one another's viewpoint when they force bond. They just see each other. The dyad is increasing in power, not only can they now touch through the force, they can fight and their spaces even blend. They were together and yet separate. Kylo Ren also seems to be very excited his girl is in quarters and wants to lock down that ship.
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In their next scene, again, Kylo tells her the plot of The Rise of Skywalker while wearing that damn mask. I have questions when did Kylo Ren find out they were a dyad?! Why were denied this scene? Obviously they instinctually know they are connected, they just never knew the word to put to it, but were is the exact scene? The thing about Kylo Ren is he uses information to twist it like a knife. He's going to use the truth that they are Dyad, that she is a Palpatine and ultimately the attraction she feels for him to seduce her to the dark side. From Rey's perspective, "He extended his black gloved hand to her, she looked at it, remembered. The last time he extended a hand had been in the wreckage of Snoke's throne room. Their combined power had defeated him. It was true. That together they could do such incredible things. Suddenly, she sensed a weight at her back and along with it... Finn. His presence a bright beacon of light piercing the dark." Ren pulling some MJ Smooth Criminal moves there.
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After Rey flees with her crew, in the novel it's gives Kylo Ren's reaction. Her surveys the damage left from The Falcon's engine wash. "Kylo considered it a small price to pay to encounter Rey again. To provoke her into a rage. To say the word Dyad and watch the truth of it wash over her lovely face......he hardly paid attention, he kept seeing her face. The way her lips had parted with surprise. The way her body had canted (leaned) toward him. If the Millennial falcon hadn't appeared she might have come to him. Taken his hand. Kylo really hated that ship.... he'd been so very close, but now she knew the truth. She would accept it."
Yeah, they're horny. It's the first time Kylo described her in such detail and really let us as the reader or audience know..... he wants power, but he wants Rey more. If Ren had the world in his hand it wouldn't mean as much without Rey. This is the first scene in the movie where Rey acknowledges how much she wants to be with him. Interesting, Finn again is really her solid base on the good side of the force.
Side note: Dark Rey is hot.
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The lightsaber fight onboard the death star wreckage. I've heard criticism that this fight while beautiful is pointless. I disagree. It's actually a scene that pushes them forward. Rey said, "give it to me" and Ren giving this shudder like he just came in his pants. hmmhmm! Ren likes feral, passionate Rey. He's pushing her and pushing her when she's already at the edge. Interesting enough, Ben can take whatever Rey has to give. All the anger and the fury she's had to hide from everyone else she can express to him. The fight is really about their likeness and yet difference, their passion, how Rey has grown in her lightsaber fighting and fixing the end of The Force Awakens. Ren is fighting at full force capacity, he's not injured and he's not emotional.
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The way he is in love
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“He sent the thought directly into her mind: I know you. No one does, she shot back. But I do.” WHY WASN'T THIS IN THE MOVIE?!
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They fight until Rey is exhausted and when it looks like Kylo Ren might strike the killing blow, Leia reaches out through the force before she passes. In a fit of rage Rey stabs Kylo Ren, but snaps out of it when she feels Leia's passing. She begins to heal the wound she created.
How did she heal? Oh, you know those books she had in the beginning of the movie? Those book were the sacred Jedi text from Acht-to. She smuggled them onboard the falcon. So they never were actually set fire. Turns out Yoda that they actually were useful.
Rey showing him compassion, healing him, believing in him almost doggedly is so empowering for Ben Solo to return. His parents might be gone, but he still has someone to return home to. This movie has flawed writing but sometimes almost accidentally that land on something that works. The line where she admits she wanted to take his hand is a great line. It's declaration of love for Ben, not a rejection of Kylo Ren. It's her saying, "I didn't reject you. I wanted the best version of you"
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After the unconditional love offered by both parents and the selfless, sacrificial love offered by Rey...... Kylo Ren becomes Ben Solo again. We just don't see him for the next 20 minutes as Rey processes her identity crisis and then goes off to fight to Palpatine..... without a plan.
There's also something purely adolescent about Reylo. Even in TLJ, these two throw themselves into one another. Like Rey having a vision of their future together so she goes alone to an enemy ship based purely on belief in him. Now we have Ben Solo, in a moment of pure adolescent "I gotta get to my girl" just needs to be with her on exegol as she faces down Palpatine.
From Adam Driver, "and the thing that we started with for "Who is Ben, then? There's no ambiguity about what it is that he has to do. There's no more seesaw that's happening. For the first time, someone who has never had the answer now finally knows his purpose or destiny. But I don't know that he entirely is sure of what's going to happen from there, nor do I think he cares. I think it's so long as he is with her, he's on the right path. " Adam driver is a Reylo.
Ben solo is back and he's glorious. He's likeable, charismatic, he's funny and he shoots backwards like his dad. People appreciated Adam Driver in an all new way with these scenes. He doesn't say a word except "oh, but you know he's shifted from Kylo Ren to Ben Solo. His physical acting is so strong. The subtlety showed his talented and not many actors can say that.
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It such a beautiful moment when finally Ben Solo and Rey connect instead. In the novel and in the film especially so because she reaches for her connection to Ben right before she's going to kill Palpatine.
He acknowledged her and Rey’s lips parted in surprise. The connection was… right. Good. Like coming home. They wasted a precious moment reveling in this new sharing. This is how it should have been all along. A true dyad.
Rey lowered the lightsaber behind her back, as if readying for a massive blow. She reached for the Force. The effort made tears sting in her eyes. [...] She raised her hand ... which was now empty. She had projected her weapon away. [...] The moment Ben felt the grip of Luke’s lightsaber in his palm, he knew it belonged to him, an extension of his very own self. He raised it slowly, relishing the feel of it. ”
It's a beautiful moment where Rey and now Ben Solo have a redo of The Last Jedi. Rey looks at Ben with such love, joy and relief. Ben looks at Rey with such confidence, determination and love. It's the "Are you with me? "Yes, I'm with" Now with them both in blue light.
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Finally Ben Solo and Rey are united. These soulmates separate by so much over the course of two movies are finally as they were suppose to be. Palpatine and Skywalker standing together. What it should have been is act of love, redemption and hope defeating evil. It should have been Ben Solo confronting his demons with the woman he loves and fought to be with. It should have been is Rey belonging; a redeemed Ben was supposed to become her new home and/ fulfill her need for a family. It should have been a power couple fighting evil with the Force.
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But no. Somehow the two of them coming together empowered the devil. Their power like a source of life itself. Then Ben Solo is chucked off a cliff after draining their energy. Why? Ben Solo should have faced his grandfather's and father's enemy, or his clone. Palpatine confirms all the voices he's been hearing in his head has been Palpatine. He literally made irrelevant to something he is very relevant to.
They fail together, but she succeeds alone after the spirits of the Jedi aiding her?! I hate all this. Then she dies after her energy being drained, or she clutches the lightsaber too hard, I'm not sure it's not described. It's annoying. Ben drags himself up broken ribs and all to get to Rey. He crawls to her when he realizes she's passed. It's a horrible moment where you feel how alone Ben feels.
"He could see her now, collapsed on the floor, and the pain in his chest was suddenly so much worse than that of a couple broken ribs."
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Ben initially mourns her until he realizes there might be a chance to save. He heals her like she healed him. Oh also none of the films go into the fact that because of their bond they were able to learn the force, including fighting moves, from one another. "Ben poured everything into her. He found reservoirs he didn’t even know he had. He gave her his whole self"
Then Rey finally takes his hand! She's back! Ben is so relieve that she's there. In the novel, "She was glad to see him. Glad to be with him in this moment. It was the greatest gift she could have given him. His heart was full as Rey reached for his face, let her fingers linger against his cheek. And then, wonder of wonders, she leaned forward and kissed him."
Reylos! We finally get our kiss, they smile at one another, look they're so happy! Probably the happiest they've ever been. A celebration!
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Anddddddd he's gone. Seriously. Rey mourns him in the novel like we never see her do in the film. "The girl who had felt alone for all those years on Jakku had been part of a dyad the whole time. And just when she'd discovered that precious connection, that incredible oneness, it was ripped away. A voice came to her through the Force, clear and strong. I will always be with you, Ben said."
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It's tragic because there's so much to Ben Solo we just don't see as an audience after 3 films!!!!!! He doesn't have any lines.
This movie was edited until literally the week before the films release. The recall of the artbook, the last-minute editing, Adam Driver recording new dialogue in his closet..... I'm wondering if the original idea for TROS Reylo was, well, this. We know from the editor, they didn't know for sure if they wanted them to kiss until post-production. Much of the movie wasn't decided until post-production.
And then we get to the ending. Rey Skywalker. How are you not Rey Solo after the man you felt kinship with and the man you were in love with?! Like da fuq?!
Moving forward to this Rey 2025 movie. I'd like it to do well. I hope it does well. It probably won't unless Ben Solo returns. Reylo might be controversial (whatever) but it's currently one of the biggest draws this franchise has. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is the most popular character out of the sequel trilogy. We deserve it and I'd pay to see it.
sigh the ending we should have gotten
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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 months
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Finders Keepers - Chapter Five
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AN: Yay! Bucky to the rescue. Thanks for all the love on the last chapter. I hope you like this one just as much. Kisses to you all. This chapter is unbeta’d.
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Chapter 5 - A change is as good as a rest
As your heart-rate returned to normal and the levels of adrenaline coursing through your body reduced, your awareness of your surroundings and situation as well as your awkwardness increased. Because here you were, clinging onto your worst enemy like he was some kind of life preserver, covering his jacket with your tears and snot.
As your sobs lessened, you carefully pulled yourself from Bucky’s embrace, almost disappointed when he let you, and rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hands.
“We need to get out of here, doll.” Bucky’s voice was gruffer than usual, and you didn’t want to investigate the reason for that too much.
You moved your head up to look at him, a determined tilt to your jaw. “Not without my leg. Bastards took it and I want it back.”
Bucky’s expression as he took in what you said was a picture and under any other circumstances would have been hilarious. His eyes widened and he looked down at where your legs were partially tucked under you. You could pinpoint the moment the realisation hit because his cheeks suddenly flared red with absolute rage.
“I’m gonna kill him,” he growled, and you suddenly realised that his response was now less hilarious and more arousing, and nope, you weren’t touching those thoughts with a long stick. Instead you reached out and placed your hand on his forearm.
“No, you’re gonna help me find my leg and then we’re gonna leave. They aren’t worth it.”
“But he hurt you,” came Bucky’s curt reply.
“Yes, but I’ll live. If we get out of here quick enough.” It seemed as though your reasoning broke through the caveman attitude and Bucky gave you a small nod before getting to his feet. He held out his hand and without a second thought you took it, allowing him to pull you upright. 
“Anything else I need to know about?” His voice was full of concern, and you knew what he was asking.
“No. I’m fine other than this,” you replied, gesturing down to your right leg. “Let’s get a move on.”
However, you hadn’t quite realised how tired your left leg was until you tried a few tentative hops, one hand on the wall and the other still being clasped by Bucky. You tried not to make a sound as the pain of lactic acid build up lanced through your calf and thigh, but apparently there was no hiding your discomfort from the man next to you.
“Shit, doll. You must be in agony. I could…,” he made a scooping motion with his free hand, and as much as you despised the idea of needing help, you recognised it was the most sensible option. Definitely sensible and nothing to do with craving the feel of his body against yours once more. 
Nope. 
Absolutely not.
You nodded and suddenly you were airborne, scooped up bridal style in Bucky’s arms. You let out an undignified squeal at the abruptness of the action and flung your arms around Bucky’s neck for stability. You saw his lips twitch and a grin made its way across your face, completely unbidden.
“I didn’t see your prosthetic when I came in, but there is an office I didn’t check out. Let’s look there first.”
You vocalised your agreement and Bucky started to walk back down the corridor, his long-legged stride eating up the distance easily. When he got to the office, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked towards the other room on the opposite side of the corridor and the way his head cocked to the side as if he were listening. Before you could ask him what was up, he strode through the open door and gently deposited you on top of a desk that was situated against one of the walls.
You looked around, and noticed your backpack against the wall in the opposite corner of the room. The zip was partially undone, because your prosthetic, still complete with its shoe, was poking out of the top. Seeing it so casually discarded made you feel a bit sick. 
“There, Bucky. Can you bring me my bag.” You hoped your sensor net was there as well, and not too badly damaged. They weren’t the easiest of things to replace.
“Sure thing, doll.” He retrieved it and passed it over. A quick “thanks,” left your lips and then you were turning all your attention onto checking your prosthetic and sensor net for any dents or tears. You breathed a sigh of relief when your examination showed that surprisingly everything was as it should be and you placed the two items down next to you so you could untie the tattered ends of your pants leg.
A glance out of the corner of your eye showed that Bucky was standing near the door, as if on guard. “What is it?” you asked.
“I knocked out all of the gang in the other room, but most of them were only with stunners. I’m worried they’re going to wake up anytime now. And I only got in because one left to go into the city. I don’t know when he’s going to return.” Bucky didn’t move as he answered you, still keeping his eyes on the corridor.
“I’ll be done in a moment,” you stated and picked up your sensor net, smoothing it over your stump and plugging it into your ports. The feeling you got when you put your leg back into place was almost overwhelming. You’d felt incomplete since you’d woken up here and now you were whole again. You didn’t have time to linger though - Bucky’s fears were well founded and you both needed to get out of here as quickly as you could. You tied the ends of your pants leg together behind your knee and jumped down from the desk. Swinging your backpack over one shoulder you walked over to Bucky.
“Let’s go, Barnes.”
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He just needed a moment. A moment to try and hold himself together, so once Bucky got to the second office, he deposited you onto the first suitable space. Because you just felt so right in his arms. And, fuck, when he’d realised what they’d done to you, he’d had to resist the urge to race back down and continue smashing Brock into a bloody mess.
Once he’d retrieved your bag and passed it over, Bucky went and stood by the doorway, not only to make sure there were no telltale movements coming from the other room, but also to give himself a chance to get his emotions back under control. When you asked him your question he couldn’t look at you. Didn’t trust himself just yet. Didn’t trust himself not to say or do something that he shouldn’t, because all he wanted to do was pull you back into his arms, kiss you and never let you go. You were under his skin, in more ways than one - despite his best efforts to prevent it - and you deserved better than him
“Let’s go, Barnes.” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts and he turned to find you at his elbow, a small smile on your face and your bag slung onto your back. Bucky flashed you a smile of his own and the pair of you walked side by side towards the exit. He made certain to stand between you and the doorway to the other office, shielding you from the sight of Brock lying bloody and broken.
You were just approaching the main entrance, when the door slid open, and the goon who’d left earlier walked back in. All three of you stood stock still for a moment in surprise, staring at each other and then the Hydra guy was walking forwards, aggression plastered over his features. Bucky tightened his hands into fist, preparing to swing hard and fast when suddenly you were moving, arms raised in a defensive guard and you performed a snap kick. 
With your right leg. 
To the man’s crotch.
Bucky couldn’t hold back a sympathetic wince as the would-be assailant fell to the floor screaming. The next moment you grabbed hold of his forearm and drew him forwards, through the door and out into the night. He matched the pace of your jog, and for the next few minutes the pair of you concentrated on just putting distance between yourselves and the warehouse. It was only as the lights became brighter, the buildings more closely spaced that you both slowed down to a walk. 
Bucky’s hand twitched, eager to take hold of yours, but he couldn’t. The silence between you was heavy, laced with something almost tangible, and Bucky wanted it. Wanted it so much it was starting to hurt.
When you suddenly came to halt, he realised he’d been more focused on you than where the pair of you were actually walking. Looking around he realised you’d stopped just down the block from your apartment. He looked back at you, questioningly and you blinked back, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and then seemingly becoming interested in the stitching of his jacket.
“Well, umm. This is me,” you said, uncharacteristically shy. “Thank you again for, err, coming to rescue me. I’d best be…”
“No.”
Your head snapped up then and your eyes narrowed, your usual fire glittering within them. “What do you mean ‘No’? You’re not the boss of me, Barnes.”
Bucky coughed into his fist, feeling off kilter, as surprised by his outburst as you’d been. “Look, I know that. What I mean is… your place isn’t safe, doll. Hydra are down, but not out. And even if they don’t know exactly where you live, they know which area you’re in. God, they took you, from right over there.” He waved his arm in the direction of the alley, his passion growing as he spoke. He saw the way you glanced over and shuddered and in the next moment he’d taken hold of your upper arms. “I gotta know that you’re gonna be alright. I can’t… I can’t…” Words failed him and he knew his emotions were plastered across his face for you to see and right now he didn’t give a damn.
You were looking at him. Really looking at him. And when you opened your mouth again, Bucky prepared himself for another verbal battle.
“Okay,” you said, simply. “I’ll go with you. But I need to get some things first, so let’s be quick.”
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You had to admit, the look on Bucky’s face when you agreed with him was priceless. But as much as you hated to admit it, he was right - your place wasn’t safe, and until Hydra were sent packing permanently you needed to be sensible. However, you weren’t going anywhere without a few necessities, so you turned and jogged the few hundred yards to your apartment, Bucky lagging slightly behind, still apparently in a state of shock. 
You let yourself in and made your way up the stairs.
“You, erm, you don’t have to come stay with me,” Bucky said nervously from behind you, and you stopped mid-stride and turned to face him. He almost ran into you. “You could go stay with your diner friends. I’m sure they’d love to have you.”
You tossed your head and let out a bark of laughter. “And put them in danger? No way. And also, I absolutely cannot put up with their lovey-dovey shit for longer than it takes me to eat a burger. You don’t know them like I do. Totally besotted with one another and no strangers to PDA. Makes a single person sick, ya’ know? Besides, you rescued me once. I figure there’s no safer place to be than by your side, Barnes. And I’ve always wanted a look at your secret HQ.” Turning back around you allowed yourself to smile at the sound of a huff coming from Bucky and then carried on up the stairs.
“You make me sound like a supervillain, doll,” he grumbled, and man was it cute.
“Nah. More like a superhero. At least to everyone who isn’t me. I still think you’re a dick.” Cute he may be like this, but you still weren’t letting him off the hook for his previous behaviour. And you still didn’t know what to make of this shift in dynamic between you. For all you knew, as soon as Hydra were gone, Bucky could go right back to being an asshole. He chuckled at your comment and then followed you up. 
When you stopped outside your door, he almost walked into you again and you saw him look around the corridor, a confused look on his face. 
“Which is your apartment?”
A wave of insecurity, tinged with shame washed over you, but you still straightened your spine and put on a brave face.
“Don’t have one,” came your blunt reply, and then you unlocked your door and opened it. “Sorry, you’ll have to stay out here - there isn’t room for both of us.” You stepped in and started to go through your belongings, grabbing a few changes of clothing and other hygiene products and stuffing them into your bag. Bucky hovered in the doorway, but you didn’t look at him. Didn’t want to see the pity on his face now he truly knew your circumstances.
“You live here?” Bucky’s voice was incredulous, and you spun, defensive and ready to rip into him, when he stopped you with his next words. “Resourceful, doll. And actually harder to track. I’d never have thought to look for you in there.”
You sniffed. “It does for me. Got everything I need.”
Bucky leant against the door frame and grinned. “I bet you do. Don’t need help with much, do you? Come on. I’m tired, so you must be exhausted. If we’re lucky we can get the last grav-train and save ourselves a walk.”
You gave him a small smile of your own as you exited your small space and he moved out of the way. “Sounds like a plan. Lead on, Barnes.”
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Bucky was in hell. How could he not be when he was tossing and turning in his easy chair and you were only a few feet away, breathing gently as you slept in his bed?
He’d been right about the grav-train and it had greatly reduced the travel time back to his place. He’d watched you stare in awe as he let you in, as you took in the vast wall of monitors and his work bench, scattered with half-repaired items. He could tell you were itching to sit down and continue what he’d started, just for the enjoyment that bringing a device back to proper working condition could elicit. However, he’d been right about your state of tiredness, and it had been easier than he’d thought to convince you to go and take a shower and get ready for bed. You hadn’t even questioned where he was going to sleep or argue about the fact he was obviously giving you the only bed. He found he’d quite enjoyed you just trusting him, despite the fact that your usual sassy attitude both amused and antagonised him in equal measure.
But now here you were, and he hadn’t quite thought through what having you so close to him, yet so far, would actually do to him. You were in his bed, your body scenting his sheets and he wasn’t there with you. With every breath you let out, every move that rustled the coverlet, he had to resist the urge to climb in behind you, pull you against him and hold you tight as you slept. And, god, weren’t these just the feelings he’d been trying to avoid from the first moment you infiltrated your way into his life?
Bucky turned over in the chair, trying to ignore how something was digging into his hip and pulled the blanket up higher, determined to get some sort of rest. He was just starting to float, his body finally relaxing, when a noise brought him back awake. Thoughts fuzzy, he looked around in the dim light and then heard it again. You were whimpering - letting out small noises of distress.  He didn’t even think -he knew what it was like to have nightmares triggered by a traumatic event - and moved quietly to your side, perching on the side of the mattress. He didn’t immediately touch you, not wanting to feed into your terror, but spoke softly instead.
“Doll, wake up. It’s alright. You’re safe here. It’s me - Bucky. You’re just dreaming. They can’t hurt you.”
You sat bolt upright, wide eyes reflecting the meagre light and then you were wrapping your arms around him.
“Bucky!” The way you said his name was like a benediction and Bucky immediately pulled you into his embrace, stroking over your hair and shushing you softly as your trembling slowly melted away. As your breathing returned to normal, Bucky loosened his grip, intending to leave you to your rest, but you didn’t let go of him. 
“Please,” you begged him with a whisper. “Stay. I don’t want to be alone.”
Bucky froze. He wanted to do exactly as you’d asked, but if listening to you sleep from across the room was hell, this was going to be worse, even though it had been exactly what he’d been thinking about. And then your hand came up and cupped his cheek.
“Bucky, please.”
Bucky knew at that moment that he was gone. He’d never be able to deny you a thing.
“Sure thing, doll. Budge over.”
He watched as you did so, and then lay down next to you, on his back, arms straight out by his sides, staring up into the darkness. He let out a grunt of surprise when you snuggled into his side, throwing your arm across his waist and tangling your ankle with his. Your soft snores filled his ears as you slipped quickly back into slumber. How on earth was he going to sleep like this? Luckily, he found out a few minutes later.
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You woke slowly. Warm and content. The mattress beneath you was soft and the quiet noises of the person slumbering next to you were comforting. 
You opened your eyes and took in the sight of Bucky Barnes, relaxed in sleep. He looked so much younger, so much softer like this, and you carefully reached up to move a lock of his hair off his forehead. This was going to hurt when it ended, but you were going to enjoy every moment you could, even if you did feel a bit of a creep watching him sleep.
You’d never wanted an antagonistic relationship with this man, just the friendship of someone you thought would understand you and you’d never worked out why he hadn’t liked you. But he couldn’t hate you that much, could he? He’d risked his life to come and rescue you and opened his home. He’d comforted you in the night and stayed when you’d asked. And the more you thought about it, the more you had to admit that over time, with all the needling you’d done, all the times you’d bested him, you’d no longer wanted to be his friend. You’d wanted to be his equal. His partner.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Bucky mumbled, turned over to face you and slowly blinked his eyes open. His arm lay across your waist and your leg was still tangled with his, but you didn’t move away, just smiled up at him.
“I’m good, thanks. And thank you for staying with me last night.” Your hand rested against his chest, the cotton of his black tee-shirt soft under your palm. 
“‘S alright, doll. You wanna talk about it? Can help sometimes.”
Your brow furrowed as you recalled what it was that had bothered you in the night. 
“I dreamt you didn’t come,” you admitted. “That Brock started to do some of the things he threatened to do.” The hand on your waist tightened as Bucky processed what you said, so you hurriedly placated him. “But you did come, and the only thing he did, apart from take my dignity, was kiss me. Luckily it was brief. Yuck!” You tried to inject some humour into your voice to try and lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
“Rumlow kissed you? You didn’t tell me that?” Bucky’s voice was low and shaky, as though he was trying to control his temper.
“Well, it didn’t seem relevant at the time. It was gross, but definitely not the worst thing that happened while I was there. I’m more annoyed because it was the first kiss that I’ve had in years. Grim.” You realised Bucky was staring at you, a strange look on his face. “What is it? Have I got an eye booger?” You reached up to wipe at your face, but Bucky moved his arm and clasped your hand. His thumb brushed over your palm and a jolt of sensation ran through you.
“I could take that memory away,” Bucky whispered and you stared back at him.
“What?” Was he saying what you thought he was?
Bucky shifted, getting closer, his warm breath fanning your cheeks. “I could kiss you. Make you forget about what he did. If you want?”
You looked at each other, poised on a knife edge, because there was no mistaking what would happen here. It wouldn’t just be a kiss. Did you dare? You edged yourself closer, your mouth mere millimetres from his, and whispered.
“I want…”
The words were barely out of your mouth before Bucky crashed his lips onto yours.
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Chapter Six
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As you well know, after the Patch 6.1 maintenance is over, Cape Westwind ceases to exist as a trial, and Ritalin will be an instanced fight instead.
If you glanced at Party Finder at all yesterday, you might have noticed the numerous parties formed to take on Cape Westwind one last time, as a last huzzah, the final send-off to everyone’s favorite mulligan of a roulette meme, with various rules attached. Some of these would be regular runs, but others would spice things up, being minimum iLvl and no echo runs, to truly send him Ritalin off to the greener pastures of single combat, Cape Westwind EX, if you will.
But there were yet others who took it one step further, who wouldn’t be satisfied with an Extreme clear, no, these swashbucklers of intrigue, these gladiators of furore unmatched, of pulchritude and sagacity wanted the highest honor in all fourteen of the fantasies that near finalization: Cape Westwind Savage.
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Cape Westwind minimum iLvl no Echo no gear weapons only.
Eight nudist neantherdals bared their chiseled, battle hardened bodies against the magitek of the empirer’s finest shield.
And thus battle was joined! 
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Bone and sinew clashed with steel and ceruleum, the battle to close the curtains on an enduring legend, acta est fabula!
But... It wasn’t easy.
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Ritalin truly is the mightiest soldier, Gaius’ shield, nay, his walking, breathing fortress!
His Shrapnel Shell shreds through Gladiators and Marauders alike with ease! WInds of Tartarus pose much peril for fragile Rogues and Arcanists! Naught a Thaumaturge nor a Conjurer can dare to withstand his mighty Drill Shot! And the less is said about the dreaded potency of those Magitek Missiles, the better.
But what our heroes lacked in garments, they made up for in sheer valor.
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Countdown after countdown, ready check after ready check, these perfect specimens broke their bodies against Ritalin’s mighty shields once and twice and thrice until... Until...
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...The shields could withstand no more, and they cracked beneath the nude might of these peerless exhibitionists.
And Gaius’ Shield was no more.
Hark, lo!
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They who shed their impure raiments embraced with victory intimately, branding unto their very essence the lipstick of glory forevermore!
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Thus ends the legend of Ritalin, pierrot of Cape Westwind, and the eight Menaces of Light who sent him off to better pastures, where he will have many friends and a lot of space to run in.
See you around, Cape Westwind, may your reincarnation provide ARR players all around the world with a fun encounter, preferably one in which they get keep their clothes.
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Finders Keepers Ch 5. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)
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Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!! Kissing, Dry humping, Sucking on my titties like you wanted me calling me all the time like Blondie check out my Chrissy behind it's fine all of the time.
Summary: It's the night of Slughorn's party and you're ready to make McLaggen jealous.
A/N: I said I wasn't gonna post til Sunday but I am too impulsive!!! Here is some recommended listening: Escapism by RAYE and Daylight by David Kushner (thank you anon for the latter recommendation). P.S. You can tell I'm not actually a Ravenclaw because my door riddle was SHIT lmao.
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Chapter 5: Firewhisky
Two weeks later, you sit on the same spot on the edge of Marietta’s bed, this time lacing up your strappy stilettos. You point your wand at your feet. ‘Molliare’ you think, silently casting a cushioning charm so you can walk with ease in your heels.
Cho and Marietta join you as you walk over to the mirror, they stand behind you like proud parents.
“Stunning,” says Cho looking at you in the mirror.
“Yes, well, enough about the dress,” says Marietta, admiring her alterations. “Zacharias is going to feel like he’s won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Draw when he sees you.”
Ugh, you almost forgot about Smith. 
You admire yourself in the mirror and you have to admit- this is probably the best you’ve ever looked. Thanks to Marietta, your form-fitting cobalt blue dress seems to glow ethereally in the candlelight. She’s given you a high leg split and its generously low-cut bodice accentuates every curve of your body.
“Okay, toss your head forward and mess up your hair a wee bit,” says Cho. You flip your head down and back up and push your tousled hair behind your ear. “Perfect - it looks like you’ve just finished a very steamy snogging session.”
“Fuck, I’m nervous.” You reach out and hold both of their hands. “I wish you were coming.”
“Okay, Captain,” says Cho, imitating your most authoritative dressing-room voice. “What’s the game plan? Let’s go over positions.” Strangely, it helps your nerves.
“Meet Smith downstairs and arrive late. Don’t even look at McLaggen. Impress Gwenog. Still don’t look at McLaggen. Have a few drinks and hit the buffet-”
“Have one drink. No bread or you’ll burst out of that dress,” warns Marietta.
“One drink to stay reasonably sober,” you repeat, ignoring the last part. “Wait for McLaggen to approach me. Brush him off casually. Leave conspicuously and in an extra giggly fashion with Zacharias Smith then report back to you two in the common room.”
“Well remembered.”
“Shouldn’t I just snog Smith in front of him?”
“No!” says Marietta. 
“It’ll be way worse in his head if he doesn’t see you. Leave it to his imagination,” nods Cho knowledgeably.
God, dealing with boys was such hard work. You look at your two friends sincerely- they’re extremely skilled in this particular art of war. 
“Thank you- both of you. This was insanely hard work, I mean, this dress, Marietta…” You check yourself out in the mirror again. “It’s beautiful, really. I’m sorry if I’ve ever been sort of disparaging towards this stuff before. As if it’s any less worthwhile than Quidditch or school. It’s just… I’m not used to being bad at things.”
They understand. You don’t need to say any more as the three of you embrace in the middle of the dorm room.
“Right,” says Cho, wiping her eyes. “You’d better go before Zacharias thinks you’ve stood him up.”
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Slughorn’s office looks like a beautifully decadent circus tent. The walls are draped with emerald, crimson and gold hangings, contrasting with the striking blue of your dress.
You walk in, arm-in-arm with Smith who looks incredibly pleased with himself. When you met him earlier on the marble staircase he actually did a double take before saying your name questioningly, as if he didn’t believe it was you.
“Fuck off, Smith, I don’t look that different.”
“Ladylike as ever, I suppose,” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes.
But now as you walk in, you keep your head high and smile at other students you recognise, as if you’re delighted to be here with Smith. Murmurs ripple through the crowd, as the two of you pass through- you hope it’s your dress that’s causing a commotion but you resign yourself to the fact that your classmates are probably just surprised to see you here with a boy.
Tactics, remember tactics. 
“Let’s get a drink,” you whisper, marching him towards a tower of champagne flutes. You grab one and drain it quickly, using the opportunity to discreetly scan the room for McLaggen. 
He’s across the room, determinedly talking to Hermione. You have a satisfied feeling that he’s trying not to look at you.
You dump your empty glass, grab another for courage, and link Smith’s arm again, steering him to try and find Slughorn but you don’t need to go far before you hear a booming voice calling your name.
“Professor Slughorn! Thank you for inviting me,” you respond graciously, pretending you aren’t starstruck by his companion, Gwenog Jones. “This is Zacharias, he’s captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.”
“Oh! I thought- ” says Slughorn looking from you to Smith and then off into the room behind you. “Ah, never mind. I’m an old man, who knows less and less about young love these days.” Slughorn chuckles and Smith gives you a questioning look which you ignore. “Anyway, allow me to introduce Miss Gwenog Jones, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies. Gwenog, this is the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, I mentioned earlier.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say, shoving your drink into Smith’s hand and clasping hers when she reaches out to give you a handshake. “I’m a huge fan.”
“Old Sluggy’s been telling me all about you,” she says. 
“All good things, I hope?” You ask playfully of Slughorn who guffaws.
“Of course, of course!”
“I don’t suppose he mentioned our recent landslide victory against Slytherin?” You give her a winning smile, desperate to make a positive impression.
“He did… But I’m more interested in what he told me about your training.”
“My- my training?” you stumble - slightly surprised that Professor Slughorn knows anything about your training.
“I’ve told Miss Jones here all about you spending every evening on the pitch. I can see it from that window, you know.” He gestures to the window in the corner, obscured by the curtains. “You and McLaggen, practising for hours and hours and right in the middle of your N.E.W.Ts too… Oh, look, there he is!” Slughorn looks over your shoulder again and calls his name. “Not that you’d be interested in McLaggen for your all-female team, Gwen,” he chuckles. Slughorn spills a little champagne when he spots Harry Potter and practically runs over to join him, abandoning your group.
You bristle as McLaggen replaces Slughorn’s vacant space beside you. He shakes hands with Gwenog who, you remind yourself, he’s acquainted with already.
“As I was saying, Slughorn told me all about your win against Slytherin and while it piqued my interest, it was your work ethic that really got my attention. And he says you’re a keeper too?”
“A world-class one,” says McLaggen. “I’m surprised she hasn’t been snapped up by a professional team already.”
You blink at him in surprise. It’s very considerate of him to compliment you like that in front of Gwenog, even though you’re not speaking.
“And it’s you two who’ve been practising together every night?” she asks, noticing the look you give to McLaggen. “I mean, you’ve actually been training? Slughorn hasn’t been seeing you head off to the Quidditch pitch so you can snog privately or anything, has he?” She lets out a laugh like a bark.
“No! God, no,” you say quickly, and go to squeeze Smith’s arm but he’s already disappeared without you even noticing. 
“Absolutely not,” confirms McLaggen.
“Good,” she smiles. “Well, you’re not the usual build for a keeper, I must say. They usually look more like him - ha!” She nods at McLaggen. “But if you’re as good as he and Slughorn say you are, it sounds like I’d be stupid not to let you try out during the transfer window this summer.”
“That… that would be incredible. Thank you.” 
She bids you and McLaggen farewell and goes to mingle with the other guests. If you hadn’t fallen out with McLaggen, you’d grab him and jump up and down screaming for joy. Instead, you stand awkwardly, trying not to look at him.
Game plan, a small voice in your head reminds you but the champagne has loosened your sharp tongue.
“Well, you better not keep your girlfriend waiting,” you say, looking for Smith.
“Who told you that Hermione’s my girlfriend?”
“Hermione told Lavender who told Parvati who told Padma who told Cho who told me,” you rhyme off, trying to sound casual. 
“I thought you didn’t like gossip.” 
You shrug. “I just hear things.”
“Look, I know you don’t like her after what she did to Marietta-”
“Oh, is that what she said?”
“No, it’s what I know. I was in the D.A. with them too. You’re not the only one who hears things.”
Finally bringing yourself to look at him properly, you’re extremely annoyed to see that he looks incredibly handsome in his black shirt and dress robes. 
“So, have you snogged her?” You blurt before you can stop yourself.
“What?!”
“Have you snogged her?” you repeat slowly and clearly, knowing full well he heard you the first time.
“I’ll go and snog her right now if you’re so concerned.”
“Go ahead. It should be easy, right? If she’s your girlfriend and not just here to make Ron Weasley jealous. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my date.”
He watches dumbfounded as you walk across the room to grab Smith aggressively and lead him by the hand out of the room. When you reach the corridor, you turn around and see that Smith looks like he can’t believe his luck.
“Oh,” you say, trying to think of a lie when you realise you really, definitely don’t want to snog him. “Sorry- I just wanted a bit of air. It’s so hot in there and my armpits are like, really sweaty.” You make up wildly.
Smith pulls a disgusted face and turns to go back in. “Wait!” you grab his arm and spin him back around. “Let me fix your hair.” You run your hand through it, messing it up slightly. “There, much better.”
He stares at you, stunned. “You are so weird.” He returns to the party and you groan, leaning against the indented archway in the wall and knocking your head back against it a few times in frustration. When you hear the click of high-heeled footsteps coming towards you, you flatten yourself inside the little cove so you’re not spotted alone. 
Hermione Granger whips past you without so much as a backwards look. You watch her as she walks as fast as she can in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. She’s ditched McLaggen, you realise. You thought you’d feel ready to gloat but instead you just feel… empty. Until recently he was your friend after all.
Returning to the party, you’re not sure what to do with yourself. The game plan has gone out the window.
You want to do everything you can to avoid Zacharias Smith, and you really don’t want to be paraded in front of a vampire by Slughorn like Potter is right now. The only person you actually want to talk to is Cormac McLaggen but lately, all you’ve been able to do is argue, that is when you’re not sitting in sullen silence during Potions. 
You decide you’d better mix with some other students. You spend some time chatting with Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley who you recognise from the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They congratulate you on your win against Slytherin, and you return the compliment but only out of obligation as both victories make your teams the closest rivals on the table, competing for the top spot. You excuse yourself and cross the room to get another drink but Professor Snape halts you in your tracks. 
“Detention,” he says simply. 
“Sir, I-”
“The first Saturday after the holidays. And I expect you to be more suitably dressed for the occasion.”
You open your mouth to argue but think better of it. Any argument with Snape is likely to extend your detention to a week or even a month. More murmuring cascades around the room as he gestures to the door. It’s probably for the best, you think, that you leave before you drink any more. You got what you came for - an invite to the Holyhead Harpies tryouts. But you wish you’d just…
What do you wish?
That you’d made McLaggen jealous in the process? Or even just made up with him? Gone back to being friends. But could you ever swallow your pride and settle for being just friends? Surely that had to be better than whatever this feeling was right now.
Out of the hot room, the cool air hits you dizzyingly as you walk quickly along the corridor to the entrance hall. You see McLaggen ahead of you, near the front doors, in almost the exact same spot where you had your argument two weeks ago. 
Maybe being friends would be enough.
When he hears your footsteps he turns and groans “Oh, no. Not you.”
You catch up with him. “Always so disappointed to see me, McLaggen.”
“I’ve been chucked out. Snape gave me detention.”
“Me too,” you shrug. It’s not much of an olive branch but your instinct is to try and make him feel better. Misery loves company after all.
“You have?” He brightens up considerably. 
“He thought I wasn’t ‘suitably dressed’,” you say and his eyes follow your hands as you smooth the front of your satin dress. “What did you get chucked out for?”
“He caught me hiding behind the bar trying to drown my sorrows.” He pulls an entire bottle of Firewhisky from his cloak.
“Your sorrows?” 
He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
“And he didn’t confiscate the bottle?”
“I pretended that I was about to vomit on his shoes and he just threw me out without noticing I still had it.” 
Without warning you both burst out laughing. Your stomach hurts from laughing at the idea of Snape dragging McLaggen out at arm’s length, trying to avoid being vomited on.
“Well, no wonder he was in such a foul mood when he saw me. I mean detention, for wearing a dress?”
“Personally, I agree with Snape,” His gaze lingers on you again. “It’s very distracting.”
“Oh, shut up.” 
“Just don’t ask me what colour it is. I haven’t noticed.”
You hit his arm. This is nice - the playful banter, both of you not sulking for the first time in weeks. It feels almost… normal. Until, with a small jolt, you remember it’s not.
“Don’t be a pig, McLaggen. You have a girlfriend.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend,” he says, leaning his head back against the wall. “We can’t stand each other.”
And there it is. The news you’d been secretly hoping for all night. The pit in your stomach feels much lighter.
“Where’s Smith anyway? He was looking pretty dishevelled when he came back from the corridor.”
You feel a pang of guilt. He’d noticed. And it doesn’t make you feel victorious in the way you’d thought it would. “I honestly couldn’t give a shit where he is.” He says nothing. You wonder if he’s been hoping for similar news too.
“Do you want some?” He asks eventually, shaking the bottle of Firewhisky and breaking the prolonged silence. You go to accept it but he says. “Not here - Snape and Filch will be prowling the corridors in a minute.”
“Quidditch stands?”
He nods and you exit the castle, walking side-by-side in the dark, down the path towards the pitch. It’s a frosty night and you feel your teeth chatter.
“Wait a sec.” He removes his heavy cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. It smells good. Like him. “Better?” You nod and take the bottle from him, so you can have a nip of Firewhisky. It burns your chest, spreading heat through your body.
The path ends when you get to the pitch and you feel your high heels sink into the grass. “Shit,” you hiss, freeing one of your stilettos.
“Right, up you get.” He stands in front of you and stoops slightly, so he can give you a piggyback. 
“You must be drunk if you think I’m letting you carry me.”
“Don’t argue for once in your life. Hurry up.”
You give him the bottle back before jumping up so he can carry you across the grass and underneath the stands. The familiar smell of amber and jasmine, this time mixed with Firewhisky and mud from the Quidditch pitch, reaches your nostrils. You resist the strong urge you have to lean into the crook of his neck and inhale.
He lets you off when you get to the wooden stairs. “Ladies first.”
“Remembered I’m not a bloke, have you?” you ask, walking up the stairs. Cho was right- he does always let you walk in front of him.
“If I thought you were a bloke, I wouldn’t constantly be staring at your arse.” He gives you a cocky grin. 
“Oh, well, by all means, carry on objectifying me then,” you say sarcastically and snatch the bottle from his hands before turning around quickly so he can’t see you smile. 
He follows you to the top of the stand where the pair of you sit, looking out onto the pitch and the snowy hills in the distance. 
“I’ve never noticed how beautiful it is up here,” you sigh. 
“Always been too busy watching the game?” 
You nod. 
“Same.” 
There’s still an awkward dark cloud hanging over your heads. You take another drink of Firewhisky and pass it back to him. 
“Right, out with it then.”
“What?” he asks.
“We can’t just act like the past couple of weeks haven’t happened.” Being brave, being vulnerable like this is something you’ve always found difficult and the bottle of liquid courage you and McLaggen are sharing doesn’t seem to be helping. 
You try to think of how to get the words out - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from spending more time with Cho and Marietta this year, it’s that it’s better to get this sort of thing out in the open. You take a deep breath, preparing for rejection but he beats you to the punch. 
“I’m an idiot.” He groans. “I just - I got it into my head that we’d go to the party together and you’d end up getting off with Gwenog Jones. So when Hermione asked me to go I jumped at the chance.”
“I don’t fancy Gwenog Jones-”
“-Then you turned up with Smith and that was even worse than what I imagined with Gwen.”
You draw his cloak around you and look at your shoes. “Well, I didn’t realise you had asked me to go to Slughorn’s party as friends.”
“I- I didn’t want to ask you as friends. Believe me. I thought I was kidding myself that you might be into me… everyone said I was stupid to even ask you.”
“Who’s everyone?”
“Belby-“
“Belby?!” You scowl. That moron. “Who else?” You demand.
“Well I’m not gonna say now, am I?” McLaggen laughs. “I can tell Belby’s about to regret it.”
Your face cracks into a smile. The aggression bubbling up in your chest evaporates into the frosty night air. His laugh gives you a new perspective - it’s as if you can step back from the scene and can see how daft it is to get so bothered by someone like Marcus Belby.
You look up at his face in the cold moonlight. Butterflies squirm in your stomach. He’s so distractingly good-looking - you can’t think properly when it’s just you and him like this. No quaffle or cauldron to divert your attention or give you a reason not to look at him for too long. 
“To be honest, I sort of thought Belby was right after all because you didn’t seem that keen when I asked you.”
“I hesitated because you make me nervous, Cormac,” you say softly, determined not to look away. It’s like looking into the sun.
“Yeah?” He’s still looking into your eyes but he feels closer now. 
“Don’t pretend you haven’t figured out by now that I like boys too.” You look from his eyes to his lips. “Well, not boys. Just… just one.”
His mouth is inches from yours. You can feel his breath on your lips. “If you say Smith, I’ll kill him.”
And there it is. You’re not sure whether it’s his possessiveness or the fact you’d really like to watch him hit Smith but something about that sentence makes you feral for him. You press your mouth against his, the burning taste of Firewhisky on both your lips. 
He kisses you back fiercely. It’s harder and rougher than the soft kisses you’ve experienced before but you like it. It means you can kiss him back the way you want to - you know he can handle it. You bite hard on his bottom lip in silent admonishment for what he’s put you through. And Cormac returns the favour, his hand roughly gripping the part of your thigh exposed by your dress. You wonder if he knows it’s for him. The absence of fabric - created for the sole purpose of seeking his attention.
You bring your arms behind his neck, pressing your body as close to him as you can and the Firewhisky falls from the bench and rolls on the floor, forgotten. He moves his hand under your thigh and drags you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. Your lips meet again, crashing into each other and his tongue intrudes into your mouth, rolling over yours. You want to feel his mouth everywhere.
As if reading your mind, his lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. You lean back so he can draw his tongue along your collarbone and bury his face in your chest. Cormac’s strong hands grip your hips tightly, his thumbs pressing bruises into your hipbones without any indication of slowing down or showing restraint. 
From this position, you can feel his erection pressing into you. It’s the first time you’ve kissed a man like this but your body responds almost automatically, sending your hips grinding into him. The night air is below freezing but your skin feels burning hot between the weight of his cloak and the warmth of his body.
The difference in size and strength between you sends wild thoughts flashing through your mind of him pinning you down against the bench and savagely taking you there.
You run your fingers through his dark blonde hair, pushing his face into your cleavage in encouragement, feeling his hot tongue and rough chin against your chest as you grind yourself against him harder. The now hot and damp fabric of your underwear rubs against the hard bulge between your bodies, creating friction more electric than the one that’s been between you the past few weeks.
“Fuck…” he moans into your chest softly.
All evidence so far has pointed to Cormac being an ass man but you’re not so sure any more as he continues his vocal appreciation, licking and sucking your tits right here on the deserted stands.
Cormac’s hands move up from your hips to push your breasts together and he whines when one of your nipples peeks out over the top of your dress. He latches onto the small nub of skin and sucks, swirling his tongue around your nipple. 
“Cormac, fuck, that’s-”
But just what it is, is interrupted by the anguished moan of pleasure that leaves your lips when his teeth graze your sensitive skin. It echoes across the deserted pitch into the night. A noise that would be indiscernible in the usually busy stadium. Unable to take it anymore you push his chest back and stare into his eyes, breathing heavily. 
“We shouldn’t… we should go back to the castle,” you pant.
“Shouldn’t what?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, his slightly wet chin glistening in the dim moonlight. “I haven’t suggested anything.”
“I was talking to myself.”
He grins and helps you off of him so you can fix your dress. “Well, that was easily the best thing that’s happened to me in this stadium,” he says, adjusting himself too.
“Ah, maybe you’ll get a game one day,” you tease and cup his face, just so you can feel his stubbly chin against your palm again.  
He kisses your palm before taking your hand in his so you can walk back down the steps to the pitch together. When you get to the grass he insists on carrying you again but this time refuses to put you back down until you reach the castle steps. 
From a tower high above, Horace Slughorn looks out of the window of his now-empty office. The party has long finished. He chuckles to himself when he sees the silhouette of McLaggen emerging from the darkness, carrying you on his back towards the entrance hall, illuminated by the castle torches.
When you climb off him and make it to the top of the marble staircase, you kiss him goodbye one final time. This is the last time you’ll see him before you go home for the Christmas holidays tomorrow. You turn and leave for Ravenclaw Tower, while he goes off in the opposite direction to Gryffindor. 
“I can skip, I can be broken, I can burst, I can sing. What am I?” asks the bronze eagle knocker on the door. “A heart,” you say, ripping off your heels impatiently, waiting for the door to swing open. You need to wake up Cho and Marietta - you promised you’d tell them everything.
Chapter 6: First Name Basis
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Despite its public portrayal of itself, the ADL isn’t a civil rights group in any meaningful sense, but rather, a veiled pro-Israel lobbying organization that uses superficial language of inclusiveness and anti-racism to defend Israel from criticism from the left. The ADL already assists large social media platforms in determining what is and isn’t hate speech, and by teaming up with the #StopHateForProfit effort, the group will likely have even more say in determining what content is worthy of publication. The problem is that the ADL has made it clear on a number of occasions that it considers the entire basis of the peaceful Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS) movement — embraced by virtually all of Palestinian civil society — to be hate speech, specifically any claim that denies Israel’s ​“existence as a Jewish state” (e.g. its claim to ethnonational supremacy over non-Jews living in Palestine). The ADL’s website clearly states, ​“Anti-Israel activity crosses the line to anti-Semitism” with any statement that ​“Israel is denied the right to exist as a Jewish state,” and that ​“the founding goals of the BDS movement and many of the strategies used by BDS campaigns are anti-Semitic.”
Put another way, if Palestinians don’t co-sign their own ethnic cleansing by agreeing with the radical premise that the land of their birth, or where their families are from, is axiomatically meant for Jews, they are, according to the ADL, engaging in racist speech. So too will non-Palestinian allies of Palestine be painted as racists: Recently, the ADL’s deputy national director took to the New York Times to accuse Peter Beinart, who was once among the most prominent liberal Zionist writers in the United States, of anti-Semitism for announcing that he now supports one state based on equal rights.
The use of anti-hate-speech laws and regulations to snuff out calls for equal rights in Palestine is not theoretical — it’s common practice already in France, which has used such laws to effectively make the BDS movement illegal. While these are laws, not social media rules of conduct, the principle is the same: Any speech that calls into question Israel’s right to exist as a ethno-supremacist state is de facto anti-Semitic.
In 2017, the ADL accused the Movement for Black Lives (M4BL), a grassroots Black Lives Matter organization founded in 2014, of anti-Semitism, a form of hate speech, because M4BL’s platform read, in part, ​“The U.S. justifies and advances the global war on terror via its alliance with Israel and is complicit in the genocide taking place against the Palestinian people.” It follows that if the M4BL were to post this statement on social media, it’s likely the ADL would view it as hate speech and demand Facebook take it down. If the ADL views the foundational documents of the M4BL as including hate speech, how can the ADL possibly assert itself as a moral authority in this moment? Has the ADL’s position changed since 2017, or does the ADL still to this day consider the M4BL’s platform anti-Semitic?
The ADL smearing Black activists who oppose Israel isn’t new. In the 1960s, the ADL harshly criticized the Black-led Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and the Black Panthers for their criticisms of Israel, equating these ​“negro extremists” with the KKK and American Nazi Party. The ADL also worked with the Israeli government in the 1960s, ​‘70s and ​‘80s to spy on Arab groups, as well as leftwing anti-South African apartheid activists. As Pulitzer Prize-winning author Glenn Frankel noted in Foreign Policy magazine in 2010, ​“The Anti-Defamation League participated in a blatant propaganda campaign against Nelson Mandela and the ANC in the mid 1980s and employed an alleged ​‘fact-finder’ named Roy Bullock to spy on the anti-apartheid campaign in the United States — a service he was simultaneously performing for the South African government. The ADL defended the white regime’s purported constitutional reforms while denouncing the ANC as ​‘totalitarian anti-humane, anti-democratic, anti-Israel, and anti-American.’”
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During one of your nightly routines of bathing together, relaxing with a glass of wine, you wanted to indulge in some playful, child-like, roleplay. An innocent little scenario of a captain and their right hand man, fighting against the raging seas and landing on an island to find some buried treasure. You called dibs on captain and Silvio doesn't fight you about it. It piqued his interest if anything, especially since it started to seem like the wine was hitting you. Your bad imitations of a pirate and splashing the water to imitate the seas left him reeling in laughter and amusement. You'd grab a hold of him as you thrashed around to protect him from falling off the "boat" into the sea. And once you both made it safely onto the "island" to find the buried treasure, he took matters into his own hands. "Aye captain, think I've found the treasure," he spoke with endearment and a cocky brow raised, earning your attention. You praise him, looking around the confines of the tub for the location of said treasure but before you could continue looking so adorably, he pulls you close into his embrace, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's right here, in my arms. Finder's keepers, it's mine forever." You giggle, wrapping your arms around him. "You're being so cute tonight." He couldn't help his gentle smile that reflected in his eyes. "Shuddup, look in a mirror sometime, silly. If anything, I'm gettin' it from you; it's contagious." And just as contagious as your shared smiles, lips were drawn to one another, spending the rest of the time slowly kissing each other under the dim lights of candles that filtered the bathroom.
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Nadine would buy an alpaca farm in Iceland with her finder's fee from the ministry of culture + the profits from auctioning off the last of Shoreline's assets, vehicles, and munitions. It would be an impulsive move for her after her father verbally eviscerates her at a party.
And she feels she can't show her face around Johannesburg, or even Cape Town ( where most of Shoreline was based) again.
Chloe would sniff at the beautiful scenery. "Quiet. Unspoilt." She'd mutter, walking down the two tire tracks that were the driveway. Three animals were currently visible in the pasture to her right. They looked like sheep and ponies and giraffes fused together.
Chloe tried to imagine Nadine, with her manicured fingers, shoveling alpaca shit. Or shearing these behemoths. She always had a grace to her under the military veneer, and Chloe knew for a fact she dressed in Burberry when not on the battlefield.
There was a little off road vehicle parked by the front door. Chloe looked around for the other source of the tire tracks, but there was none. She gave the door some knocks. Hope she lets me do some stunts on it, Chloe thought, looking over at the handlebars.
"Who is it?" Came through the heavy light-wooden door.
Chloe chuckled at the nerves in Nadine's voice. "The Easter bunny."
She heard a couple of latches and deadbolts open and the door opened, and she got her delicious eye full of Nadine wearing a rather well-fitting sweater. Chloe stepped over the threshold and embraced her, not waiting for words.
"Chloe you--didn't--oof--call--"
"Yeah, china. Your line was always dead or busy," Chloe said.
"I--the battery--died," A blush was filling Nadine's cheeks as Chloe cupped them in her hands.
"A likely story. You wouldn't be avoiding calls from family, right?"
The ex-Shoreline leader finally shut the door behind Chloe and pushed away from her.
"Why did you come all the way here?"
Because Nadine had sent a wool hat and a postcard with the northern lights and Chloe felt the chill when she pressed it to her heart. And oh yeah. The gig.
"Is that a loom," Chloe said instead.
"Don't play with it," Nadine snapped. "And you didn't answer me."
"Did you expect me to write a letter back? Thought I'd save money posting myself over instead of paying for international package."
Nadine snorted as she sat down by the window. It was, Chloe now saw, a nook. Her tea and book were on a table in front of her armchair.
"Ja. Only polite to write back."
Chloe took stock of her surroundings for the first time. Besides the antique-looking loom, the high ceiling with huge wooden beams, the long windows drawn with patterned curtains Chloe was almost positive Nadine had brought from home, it was sparingly decorated. There were rugs warming the stone floor and an old black stove with chopped wood stacked beside it. Its pipe went out to the wall instead of a chimney.
Chloe put her bag down on the table and plopped down in Nadine's lap.
"Hey!"
Chloe pressed her ear into Nadine's clavicle, closing her eyes as the woman made an indignant noise.
"Chloe what are you doing."
Chloe made the universal "I don't know" mumble. She felt Nadine slip the hat off her. The woman's thighs shifted a little under her own.
"You're not really going to fall asleep on me are you."
"Not...with that attitude...china..."
Chloe ended the sentence with a yawn and felt Nadine's ribs rumble with a small laugh. She curled more into her, feeling Nadine's arm come around her back as she got back to her book.
The smell of Nadine, and the berry-like aroma of the rooibos, and the distant calls of the alpacas already felt like a dream. She slipped away from wakefulness.
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Word Finder Game
You are given five words. You must find those words in one or more WIPs and post the excerpt containing each word!
Was tagged by @non-un-topo. (Thanks friend! Being tagged in one of these games once again got me to write a few more sentences so I appreciate it <3)
Your words are: blank, rose, scowl, purpose and fortune.
Somehow I haven't used the word scowl in any of my most recent 20 WIPs??? I found blank a few times and purpose twice, and I decided to share my results for rose even though it definitely doesn't count :)
Purpose - From the story where Nicky and Nile end up on a monster hunt in the woods.
Nicky is purposefully positioning himself between them and the darkness - where the thing is making soft and angry noises. "Nicky," Nile says, testing the volume, "Nicky!" His head tilts just enough - a signal that he heard. She licks her lips and dodges a squirming shoulder aimed right at her chin before she tries to say it. "Maybe that guy was right. Maybe. Maybe this thing isn't just a thing we can kill. Maybe it's a manifestation of something."
Purpose 2 - From the story where Nicky and Nile go to the movies
Lifting his arm up, he waits till she slides in under it before he replies. "Booker and Joe were always more interested in the physics of the unknown than I was. I preferred to question our purpose.” And he gives her shoulders a squeeze because he suspects she’s also thinking of the first time they all met – the bitter collision of their past with her future.
Blank - From the story where Joe and Nicky can't sleep
Studying the shadows from the windows, Joe is reminded that he doesn’t take the time to stare at empty spaces as often as he should. There’s too much art on his walls to allow for much blank space, and he considers turning his breakfast table a few degrees towards the doorway of the kitchen area so he can stare at the single narrow blank wall space beside the doorway. Resting his eyes and admiring the light he gets in early morning hours would be an improvement to his morning routine. Even if that morning routine barely exists at this point. Does he need to enforce his routine more? Would he fall asleep if he got up and practiced the motions as if he was getting sleep?
Blank 2 - From the story about Nile's first century of life
They established this routine a week into their first break. It's a grounding practice for her internally, but it also helps her remember who Nicky is outside of the times that he shoots a man in the head point blank without flinching. Soon they'll say a short prayer together and he'll send her off to the church with a hug. Then he'll crawl back into bed with Joe to do his own Sunday rituals - a tradition Andy somehow always sleeps through and Nile is very glad to leave behind.
Blank 3 - From the story where Nicky builds coffins
WARNING: This section contains descriptions of corpses
On the second day he saw two men had landed in a kind of embrace. One had ended up slightly more on top of the other - one arm haphazardly laying across his back in a grotesque gesture of protection. His legs were missing but the other man's legs were folded upwards - as though supporting him. The one laying under the first had his head pressed into the other man's chest as though seeking comfort. The first man's head was tilted at an agonizing angle - staring up at Nicolo with blank eyes - covered in flies. Nicky stared down at the bodies for an indeterminate amount of time, before he felt tears running down his own cheeks. Picking up the shovel again, he began the slow process of covering the tomb, before he moved on to the next few bodies. He did not bother to wipe his face.
Rose - From the story where Joe is a plant dad on instagram
Like he’s been given a third wind, Joe exhales into his rant, “That is not even close to the proper lighting for a succulent garden. That tray would have taken an hour or more to set up, and those plants will last two months at best. Those rosettes grow that way because-” the words cut off in a gasp as Nicky leans forward and licks Joe’s neck. “Keep going,” he murmurs. “No, no, this is better,” Joe says, turning to kiss Nicky with wet lips.
I'm going to double tag @polarcell and @gallifreyburning And then I'm gonna tag @aphroditestummyrolls @lazaefair and @raedear
Your words are ring, pout, plant, grave and oyster
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May I ask of your fic finders? I want stories where Izuku embraces anger. Just, absolutely furious feral boy. (I still can't post emotes so please pretend I offer tribute to rats; I do so in my heart)
Fic finders, ASSEMBLE!
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Stella’s Spells ☀️🌒✨🌟💫( Canon and Fanon)
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Disclaimer: I do like the headcanon that Stella doesn’t like her moon powers. Everyone has their ways of showing this but I think it would be because the moon just isn’t her. When I think of Stella I think of her bubbly, sweet personality. Absolute sunshine child. The moon just isn’t that. It represents mystery, calm, and serenity. That doesn’t sound like Stella at all. Well not outwardly. It takes a lot more for her to summon her moon magic than her sun or star magic
Rising sun: Sunlight emanates from her body. Blinding opponents. At first, she could only channel it through her scepter but as she got more powerful she could make it come from herself
Moon Flash: After spinning her scepter she slams it down on the ground a white light envelops the area. This can also make her and multiple people invisible. Making it look like they disappeared.
Reflective mirror: Summons a mirror with her moon powers and makes attacks from opponents attack them instead. (It’s a giant circular mirror, silver)
Sunburst: Little orbs of light will surround the opponent and go off like mini fireworks at the snap of her fingers.
Moon boomerang: boomerang in the shape of a crescent moon that misses the target but gets them when they least suspect it. Disorients them. ( I’m sure this was from Unicorn of War, it’s such a good idea come on now, but I wanted to specify what I think it would do)
Lunar slumber: this spell makes a person fall asleep instantly. It takes the energy out of them after a tiring day. Or maybe an illusion of something that helps them fall asleep( undecided 🤷‍♀️)
Army of constellations: just as the name suggests, she can make figures made out of stars to attack opponents. She usually makes an army of lionesses. (Because she’s a Queen)
Cloud breaker: a beam of light that she shoots up into the sky to break apart clouds, I kinda feel like this would be an Enchantix spell. She parts Stormy clouds. Or Icy snow clouds. Or breaks Darcy’s darkness (I have ideas for these three but they’ll come later)
Sunbeam: She creates a small sun that shoots out a beam. It’s a pretty concentrated and powerful attack so she uses it rarely. It could cause intense damage to the surrounding area. She has to focus on the target to make it hit. It follows until it does.
Black holes embrace: form a black hole on the ground or in the air sucking enemies to it. It’s a teleportation spell(?) but force-full. She has to have been to the place to send them there though. (I looked it up to make sure I was right and yeah black holes are just two stars colliding and creating a supernova)
Moonlight vision finder: when it’s night time she can hit someone with this to always find where they are. It surrounds them in a white light aura. She is the only one who can see it though. It makes her eyes glow silver. Though this spell can only really work best at night.
Eclipse protection: After saying the words “ Rise oh sun that gives vitality, Rise oh moon embracing dreamers in your embrace, grant me your divine power to protect the ones I oh so love and hold dear.” She can create a force field of a mix of her sun and moon powers. I would imagine as she gets stronger she can protect wider areas. But the drawback is that it takes a lot of energy. It also has like black orb that shines on top.
Stellar Collision: multiple orbs of white light that follow a target and hit all at once ( looks like shooting stars really)
Enchanted Moon Shield: A silver shield that appears on her arm. Moon engraving.
Star Shuriken(s): Stars that act as shuriken. She uses it to trap people.
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how the grinch got them arrested on christmas read on ao3
“This is not what I had in mind when I suggested we should travel over Christmas,” Alec says drily. The arid heat is just as he remembers, though he knows he’s never been here specifically. Once you’ve seen one dimension of hell, you really have seen them all, he thinks.
Magnus sighs, the sound longsuffering and exhausted in a way that makes Alec pull him against his side. “Believe me, darling, this is not how I pictured our holiday, either.” He lays his head on Alec’s shoulder for a moment before straightening. “Alright, let’s find a way out of here. The boys will be furious if they wake up and Santa hasn’t come.”
Alec snorts, slipping his hand into Magnus’s and following his husband. “Just once, I’d like to see a dimension of heaven,” he says. “We’ve been to hell three times, now. Three , Magnus.”
“You say this like it’s my fault,” Magnus says.
“Well, technically, the first two—"
The ground splits in front of them, a chasm at least 50 feet wide opening up inches from their feet. Alec tugs Magnus back, stumbling and sending the two of them falling back onto the hard ground.
“Are you alright?” Magnus asks, standing as the ground stops shaking. He helps Alec up, brushing some dust from his cheek.
“Yes,” Alec says, tugging Magnus into his arms as his heart beats wildly. “You?” Magnus nods against him, leaving a kiss on his neck.
“Well, this is sweet,” a gravelly voice says behind them. “But we have a no-PDA rule here in [Name of Hell Dimension].”
Magnus steps out of his embrace as Alec turns. A man stands there, though Alec strongly suspects he isn’t a man at all, but the greater demon who controls this realm.
Magnus looks around them. “Is that a problem you encounter often?”
The demon thinks for a moment. “Not really, no. But being alone for over a millennium makes even the thought disgusting,” he concedes.
“Been there,” Magnus mutters under his breath.
“Sorry about the giant tear in the ground,” the demon says. “You two are quick. Could hardly keep up.”
“And that was the best way you could think to stop us?” Magnus asks. The demon only nods.
“So, uh,” Alec says, “any reason you tore a rift into our apartment on Christmas Eve?”
The demon’s eyes light up. “Oh, yes, it’s Christmas! I adore Christmas.”
“Really?” Alec asks.
“Oh, yes!” The demon’s human appearance begins to change, the skin becoming a shade of green that Alec could only describe as reminiscent of the time Max ate three hold cups of green apple j-ello and promptly threw them up on his sweater. “It’s my favorite time of year,” he says with a wistful tone. “Sneaking into mundane homes, stealing away their trees and their presents. It’s a magical time of year.”
Alec frowns, utterly confused, but Magnus lets out a laugh. “You’re the Grinch?”
“What’s a Grinch?” Alec asks as the Grinch nods excitedly.
“The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. He’s a Dr. Suess character,” Magnus tells him. “He lives on a mountain over Whoville, and he steals all of their Christmas decorations, and then at the end he brings them all back and his grows three sizes bigger.”
“Suess took horrible creative liberties,” the demon says with a glum expression that deepens the lines on his forehead. “I never bring anything back. Finders keepers.”
“I don’t think that applies when you steal something,” Magnus says, but the Grinch doesn’t hear him. “So did you inspire the book or did the book inspire you, then?”
The demon ignores his question, and Magnus and Alec share a look. “I was on my way when you two so rudely hijacked my portal,” the Grinch says, rather cross.
“Finders keepers,” Alec says, and the demon nods sagely.
“Very sorry,” Magnus says. “We didn’t intend to ruin your evening. My husband has this thing about investigating when a rift to a dimension of hell opens up in our living room.”
Alec elbows him in the shoulder. “Would you not have investigated if I wasn’t home?”
“Of course not,” Magnus says. “Immediately,” he concedes at Alec’s raised eyebrows. “I would have called Cat to watch the boys first.”
Alec blinks. “We probably should have done that anyway.”
Magnus waves a hand. “They’ll be fine. Their room is the most heavily warded place in the Western hemisphere.”
Alec snorts. “Of course, it is.”
“After Shinyun, I wasn’t taking any chances,” Magnus says.
The demon clears his throat. “The rift opened in your living room? You don’t happen to live in Peru, do you?”
“No,” Magnus says, grinning. “I’m banned from Peru, actually. Bit of a long story.”
“It’s not that long,” Alec says, rolling his eyes. “It involved lots and lots of alcohol. And no, we live in New York. Brooklyn.”
“Oh, I went incredibly off course, then,” the demon says. “I try to change it up year to year. It gets so dull stealing from the same homes each year.”
“I’m sure,” Magnus agrees somberly. “Just to clarify, you don’t mean our world or the people there any trouble other than stealing their Christmas tidings?”
“Oh, yes, of course,” the demon says. “It would ruin all the fun if I destroyed your world. Whose presents would I steal?”
“Great point,” Alec says, shooting Magnus a look. “Hey, usually I have a strong Don’t-Let-Greater-Demons-Into-Our-World policy, but I’m willing to make an exception if you can send us back home in time for Christmas.”
“Oh, sure,” the demon says. “I was about to make a new one now that I’ve tracked you lot down.”
“Friendly guy,” Magnus says under his breath as the demon opens a rift.
“Nicest demon I’ve ever met,” Alec says. “It’s a low bar, though.” Without letting themselves think about it too much, they followed the demon through the rift. Alec blinks as he looks around. “Um. Where are we?”
“Peru,” the demon answers cheerfully.
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Magnus says as the Peruvian High Council of Warlocks surrounds them.
“You’re still banned, aren’t you?” Alec asks.
“It would seem so,” Magnus says. “Though I am surprised they found me that quickly. I’m almost touched.”
“Is now a bad time to pull the Consul card?” Alec whispers.
“I’d save it a little longer,” Magnus says. “For dramatic purposes, of course.”
 //
“Ironically, this is closer to what I had in mind for a Christmas vacation,” Alec says.
“You imagined us both in handcuffs?” Magnus asks.
“One of us, at least.”
Magnus chokes on a laugh. “Whatever happened to that innocent, blushing Shadowhunter who fell down the stairs after kissing me?”
“You,” Alec says, giving him a pointed look that has Magnus grinning proudly. “You happened.”
“And it’s been the honor of my life to corrupt you,” Magnus says brightly.
“Someone’s in a remarkably good mood considering he’s under arrest,” a woman’s voice says. They look up, finding Tessa leaning against the wall across from the cell they’ve been left in. Her arms are crossed, and she regards them with an arched brow. “You do know it’s Christmas.”
“Of course,” Magnus says. “But you know us, Tessa, dear. Can’t miss out on a single adventure.”
“I, for one, wouldn’t mind missing them every now and then,” Alec says. “Hi, Tessa. Come to bail us out, I hope?”
“Why didn’t you tell them you’re the Consul?” Tessa asks. “You’d both be back home by now. Or you would, at least. I hear the grudge against Magnus is still quite strong.”
“Dramatic effect,” Magnus says as Alec says, “I’m not leaving him in prison .”
Alec and Tessa both roll their eyes. “On second thought, maybe I should.”
Magnus gasps. “That’s not in the Christmas spirit, Alexander.”
“No,” Alec agrees, “but I think our new friend the Grinch would appreciate it.”
“What?” Tessa asks.
“Long story,” Magnus tells her. “I’ll fill you in over hot cocoa if you can sweet talk them into releasing us.”
“Already done,” Tessa smirks.
“What?” Magnus asks. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“Dramatic effect,” Tessa says coolly as one of the warlocks from earlier steps out of the shadows and unlocks the cell door. With a snap of his fingers, their cuffs fall open. “I’d portal home now before they change their minds, if I were you,” Tessa adds.
“Come with us,” Alec says, pulling her into a brief hug as he exits the cell. “I’m sure the boys would love to see you.”
Tessa smiles. “I’ll come over with Jem later. We have our own plans this morning.”
“Of course,” Magnus says, kissing her cheek. “The two of you are always welcome.” He held a hand out to Alec. “Home?”
“Please,” Alec says, taking his husband’s hand.
//
The loft is still quiet when they step through the portal. Magnus pokes his head into the boys room, using magic to muffle the sound of the door as he shuts it.
“Still asleep,” he says, following Alec into their bedroom. “We have time for a shower,” Magnus adds, wiggling his eyebrows.
Alec snorts. “Subtle.”
“You were the one talking about handcuffs earlier, darling,” Magnus says, raising his eyebrows in a challenge. “I suppose I can take a shower by myself. All alone. Without my loving, incredibly attractive husband to—”
“Oh, I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Alec interrupts, slipping his hands under Magnus’s shirt.
Magnus’s eyes dip to Alec’s lips in a way that sends heat down his spine, but before he can do anything about it, he hears the sound of their sons’ feet running down the hallway.
“Daddy! Bapak! Did Santa come?” Max asks as he bursts into the room, Rafe not far behind him. 
Alec steals a kiss from Magnus before pulling away from him to pick up Max. “Let’s go find out, Blueberry,” he says, kissing his round cheek with a smack.
“Yes,” Magnus says, tousling Rafe’s hair. “Lead the way, Rafe. I bet Santa left both of you something really good.”
Later, once all the presents have been opened, and copious amounts of gingerbread cookies consumed, Magnus summons a book with a bright orange cover. Alec peeks over his shoulder aet the title and barely suppresses a snort. “Boys,” Magnus calls, grinning mischievously at Alec. “Have either of you heard of the Grinch Who Stole Christmas?”
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