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yyxgin · 2 years

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could u please do svt in a long distance relationship headcanon?? tysm and have a lovely day

heyyy im not really good at this headcanon thing tbh so i hope i did your request justice with this :p have a lovely day and thanks for the ask!

seungcheol - i'm a strong believer that gift giving is one of cheol's primary love languages so i can only imagine him sending you gifts,, like some pretty jewelry or even send you flowers with little notes in them whenever he feels like it!! never forgets an anniversary and always makes sure to visit you on the special day:)

jeonghan - travels to meet you so often you are worried for his health because of how jet lagged he gets. he insists that nothing beats quality time together though, so he doesn't really care. keeps cuddling you when he's around, you can barely move. tells you that it's because he wants to imprint you into his muscle memory so he can feel you in his arms even when he's away.

joshua - sends you covers of your favorite songs or just songs that remind him of you in voice memos. also, he's big on voice memos because it's just easier to talk than to type. loves hearing your voice so he only imagines you do as well. always cheers you up on bad days and just rambles about whatever when he's bored

junhui - double texts you all the time and always sends a long train of messages whenever he tells you a story. replies in memes only. whenever you post on instagram, his comments are peak comedy. somehow always facetimes you when he's sitting on the toilet or rushing somewhere.

soonyoung - randomly calls you in the middle of the night because he forgets about timezones and when he realises its 3am where you live, he gets very apologetic and feels so bad he hangs up and you have to call him back

wonwoo - truth is you two probably met through gaming,, like in league of legends or on a minecraft server lmao. you two call on discord a lot and he buys you nitro from time to time. if youre on a call w your other internet friends they keep complaining abt how sweet the two of you are towards each other. leaves u little notes in your minecraft house or drops a diamond sword in one of your chests >:(

jihoon - writes songs about you and sends you the drafts. jokes and tells you not to leak them. also im a strong believer that he organizes holidays for the two of you whenever you both have free time and insists on getting matching "i ❤ [city]" shirts wherever you two go. the collection of silly shirts reminds him of you. also i know he's a tsundere but i think he gives you a promise ring so you can remember his promise that one day, you'll live together and the distance will no longer be a worry :)

seokmin - sends you letters all the time because he's just romantic like that. i would even go as far as saying he keeps a locket with your picture on him and looks at it when he misses you. sends you postcards from every place he visits and brings you small souveniers or gifts from everywhere.

mingyu - uses snapchat more than anything. documents his whole day for you and also sends a few 'sexy' selfies u shamelessly screenshot. keeps whining about missing you and constantly asks you when he's gonna see you again.

minghao - definitely owns the touch lamps that change colors whenever the other person touches it. sometimes you two go back and forth and challenge each other on who will tap it the last. also, whenever the two of you meet, you go hiking, so you can relax from the technology you two use daily to communicate

seungkwan - whenever you complain about someone that made you mad, he keeps telling you that he's gonna fight them despite living thousand miles away. or when you're sad he tells you he's gonna kidnap you so you two can be together and he can cuddle you all the time

vernon - he's so terrible at texting that you two almost exclusively call. sometimes he falls asleep during the call, but that's okay. when you face time, you have to beg him to turn the light on so you can see his face. sends you spotify links to songs he likes and associates with you. also i lowkey feel like whenever you two meet, he keeps posting insta stories with you to brag.

chan - downloads one of these couple apps where you send each other little doodles or notes! compliments you on them all the time even though they literally suck. also,, has that app where it counts the days, minutes and seconds you two have been in a relationship and posts it on his story on your anniversary

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen reaction #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen headcanon

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thetragicallynerdy · 2 years

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made up fic title: prediction, transposition, disappearance, levitation

the answers to the "magic words" theme clues for tuesday's newsday crossword haha

Oh I love it, thank you!! This got really long, so apologies jkskssk. (For those interested, send me a made up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it as per this post!) I don't know why but my brain is going to a modern au Jim/Olu art thief au. So: - Jim is an art thief. A good one. They maybe picked up some extra skills while training with Nana, and somewhere along their path, got into the business. They're still low-key tracking Alfeo de la Vaca, but haven't killed him yet. Spanish Jackie, who they don't know is connected to him yet, is their main competition art thieving wise

- They're also good on a con, to a certain extent. Part of how they get into places is that they take on low paying jobs (at the coffee shops or souvenier shops, or as a janitor, or at the front desk handing out flyers and maps) - always under a different name, different story, etc.

- Oluwande is their neighbor. They've been neighbors for years, living across the hall from each other, never really doing more than exchanging some idle conversation (Olu tries to borrow cups of sugar from them but Jim never has any actual baking supplies in their cupboards and it always fails, although he does give them muffins sometimes). They've both got jobs that take them out of town for weeks on end, but Jim likes him, and it's anonymous enough that it feels fine.

- Jim starts a new job, one in their own city, which is extraordinarily risky, even for them. They get a job at the cafe in the museum, and find Oluwande working there. It's a job he does while putting himself through school is what he tells them. They talk more, and Jim likes him, likes him a whole fucking lot. Which makes it harder, because there's a good chance they'll have to clear out of the city afterwards. They don't really tell him anything about themself, careful about that part at least - The job goes alright. They wait a few weeks, then clear out, slipping a note under Oluwande's door saying good luck, he was a good neighbor - Six months later they're in a different city, working another job. They get a job at the museum's gift shop, this time, and Oluwande is there again. He's surprised and delighted to see them, and doesn't seem to find anything odd about being in the same museum again. His mum is sick, he explains. He's taken a job closer to home, and they weren't hiring at the starbucks in the museum, so he went here. - the same thing happens. Jim really likes working with Olu, and they figure, there's no fucking way I'll see him again after this - so they maybe romance him a little, and have a few hook ups. Nothing serious is what they tell themself, they just like him, and he's handsome. They never bring him over to their place. They fall in love hard and fast, and know that it's a really bad idea, but can't help themself. - The job goes quicker. A timeline gets sped up, and they steal the thing. They don't say goodbye this time, either, although they would have liked to. They have to leave in a hurry, using a passport they haven't touched in years. - they take a few months and let things cool down, moping around south america and the caribbean, trying to convince themself that it was a good thing that they left him, that it would only end in heartbreak. Then they make for europe, and find a new museum, a new job. - Oluwande is there, again. This time they're real suspicious. They're lucky, and they see him in the coffee shop when they're going in to hand in a resume. They figure he's gotta be interpol, or something, and that he's somehow on to them. But they also need to do this job. Like, badly (for Plot Reasons I can't think of lol). So they take a night shift as a janitor, and try like hell to avoid him. Maybe this time they're wearing the beard etc, trying to blend in as a man, hope that helps. - The job goes poorly. Like, really poorly. Maybe Alfeo de la Vaca is there, because he's Jackie's husband, and he's doing a job for her. And Jim kill him, and then maybe falls through a skylight, or something, and they're fucking sure they're going to get caught or die, one or the other. But at least he's dead, that's good enough for them, even if it wasn't the purpose of the job. They manage to drag themself out and into an ally - and right into Oluwande

- Oluwande's jaw drops when he sees them - the beard is gone, now, and they're bleeding in more than a few places, guards shouting and alarms blaring behind them - and then takes their arm and drags them into the getaway van that he'd hidden in the alley. He works for Jackie, and was waiting for Alfeo. He drives them to a safehouse of his, one that Jackie doesn't know about, or something. - He patches Jim up, and somehow it comes out that he's also an art thief, but does the back end of things. He does tech, and support, and pulls the exact same con Jim does to get into museums and learn the lay of the land. Jim feels like an idiot for not realizing, for believing his very convincing lies about his mother etc etc. Especially because they thought that he was a bad liar - and he is, but only in specific circumstances. But at least he's not interpol. - Jim tells him about Alfeo de la Vaca, and the murder of their parents and brother, and how Jackie will be out for blood now that they killed her husband. Oluwande listens, and then tentatively offers to help them run away. He's got the tech skills, and they've got the rest of the skills - together they could disappear. Jackie will never find them, and they both have enough saved up that they can ditch art theft, or they can do better together, their own team. - Jim nearly runs away. It's terrifying, and takes more trust than they've put in anyone in all their life. But they love him, a lot, and they desperately want to not be alone anymore. They say yes. They say yes, and Oluwande kisses them like he's never going to leave them ever - they run away together, and they never look back

(I will probably never write this story, but it was very fun to imagine XD. Blanket permission granted to basically anyone who feels inspired and wants to write a sexy jim/olu art theft au)

#jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #ofmd #our flag means death #this was so fun thank u for the ask!!!#yerbamansa #ask game

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zukuist · 3 years

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long distance [hcs]

“you’re travelling for a internship, needing to leave the prefecture for 3 weeks— so now what, now that you’re gone?”

includes: shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki

your name is shortened to y/n, gn reader

notes: so.. i changed my url :)) i decided to change it early on my tumblr experience. i was gonna do shouto and kirishima but.. yeah, will add that in another post.

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shinsou hitoshi

at first, he was like “oh ok.” because he thought that you were just leaving for a few days

but nooo, you had to leave the area for 3 entire weeks.

21 entire days

really bummed about that. what’s he supposed to look forward to after school?

since y’all usually hangout after school, he needs to change that since you’re not there.

the entire vibe is different. regardless if you’re upbeat or calm around him— it doesn’t feel complete

on the brighter note, whenever he passes by a cat, he sends a bunch of pictures of them.

it’s even at the most random times of the day, and you still manage to open them and comment on them every single time he sends one

he questions what you’re doing if the timezones are very different, but you never give him concrete answers

he also ends up staring at pictures of you, trying to recall what being with you’s like.

calls are very frequent and random, and they last for hours

he looks forward to just picking up his phone and calling your number as soon as he’s free

even if he’s nocturnal, and even if you beg him to sleep.

he’ll complain about the fact that you have to be gone for sooo long,

but you only smile sadly— telling him you’ll see him soon.

not one to meet you at the airport/trainstation, but as soon as you tell him you’re back

he’s asking for your location :)

then he’s dragging you back to his place, hands enlaced in yours as he puts you in one of his hoodies,

cuddling you, as he takes in your scent, missing you as a whole.

bonus : you gave him cat souvenirs, almost as a “im sorry for being away for too long”

midoriya izuku

stays wide awake the day before you leave

he’s just unable to rest, knowing you’ll be miles away from him— for 3 long weeks

at first, he’ll just drown himself in practice and training,

because he knows it’s not good to be worrying about you too much, that’ll look a little excessive

but he finds himself thinking about you the majority of the day, glancing at the clock very often— as he can’t wait to tell you about his day

he’ll send you a message every hour, just to see if you’re okay, because you could be in danger rn and he wouldn’t know

and he’ll ask you how the place is, how the weather is like— and if you’re having difficulty in sleeping due to the timezone differences

(if it’s really different)

he thinks to himself out loud more

whenever he sees something— he’ll comment out loud like “hm, i wonder what y/n thinks about this.. i should tell them later!”

lots of video calls. and most of the time, y’all accidentally leave the call on—

leaving inko to find his son still calling his s/o at 12 in the morning (don’t ask why she’s awake at that time LMAO)

the calls are either him going on a word dump, desperate to talk to you

or it’s just him staring at you through the screen— missing you dearly.

he’s almost complaining lol

will offer to pick you up at the airport/train station because he wants to,

eagerly walking towards the station/port, excited to see you finally. oh, and he’ll also offer to carry your bags.

he’ll also be holding a stuffed animal with flowers in his hand, eyes lighting up at the sight of you

because he wants you to take the stuffed animal with him the next time you travel far away

bonus : he keeps the souveniers you gifted him somewhere special, kept away from danger

bakugou katsuki

his first reaction to you needing to leave the area is “okay, and?? what’d you want me to say?”

until he finds out it’s for 3 weeks, 21 days.

he hates it already, and he’ll be kinda mad at you— like.. why’d you need to leave for that long?

katsuki looks fine on the outside, acting pretty normal for bakugou katsuki.

however, he finds himself staring at your empty spot almost every hour

he hates being annoyed, but not if it’s you :(

this mf is never the texting or calling type of person— but because you’re so far away from him >:T

he’ll call you 2 hours before his appointed bed time, disappearing into his room and locking it— just so he can hear your voice

he’ll openly complain “why is the day going so slow? and why do you even need to stay there for that long, idiot.”

then he’ll proceed to request a video call, wanting to see your face. even just a quick look

he’ll probably admit it at some point, but baku will hint to you that he misses you

“it’s not the same without your dumbass here. i don’t know. there’s somethin’ missing here damnit.”

as your arrival back home approaches..

he goes quiet, his mind running wild on what he wants to do as soon as you get back

will surprise you at the airport/train station. because who warns people now these days? tch.

will probably give you a minute headsup— before he appears right infront of you, demanding for you bags

then midway the walk back, he’ll kiss the crown of your head— because he just couldn’t contain yourself

then he’s throwing you on his bed, and trapping you in his arms. grumbling that you shouldn’t leave for that long again.

bonus : will totally act like he didn’t miss you at all the next day. you’ll be like 🤨 uh.. okay

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©️ izukulie 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not steal ❕

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herbgerblin · 3 years

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*puts my hand on your shoulder* i have more star trek au, but this time it’s taakitz. wait why are you running away come back—

Taako is assigned a consort by the time he and Lup move up the ranks and join the Starblaster Fleet. He’s lowkey (pun intended) nervous about it because the union was arranged by one of the Ministries of the High Command, since he and Lup were orphans and didn’t have the usual upbringing.

Lup wasn’t satisfied with any of her betrothed’s (betrothedes? betrotheds???) fiances, and basically wore them down emotionally until they ran off and married someone else. Taako considers this strategy for all of two seconds.... before he meets Kravitz for the first time and decides, “actually, this is fine.” There is a good and logical reasoning for their union and the reasoning is that Kravitz— underneath all the gravitas —is a huge dork and quite handsome and Taako has a type.

Even with the good prospects between them, there’s no expectation that they’ll actually like each other. Except the thing is that Taako loves! His husband! And Kravitz, his consort from the temple of the Old Gods (specifically Death), equally adores him! Taako regularly sends Kravitz souveniers from the planets they visit and Kravitz writes him long letters about his day to day. They’re full of really milquetoast poetry that sound morbid and ominous when read out loud, but Taako’s like <3 <3 <3 that’s my sappy boy :>>>

But also they don’t get to spend much time together because Kravitz is highly sought after ambassador and Taako is a fleet officer. They have to travel a lot and don’t go on the same missions. They’re both D: about this. Whenever they do see each other in person they both like, “oh wait, shit, i have to remember to be extra formal here, fuck :/″ but behind closed doors they’re way more relaxed and telepathically bombard each other with i missed you! i love you!

Taako immediately drops the formalities and is like, “I’m cooking dinner because it’s been weeks and I have no idea what these subpar intergalactic cafeterias have been feeding you.”

Kravitz is :>

#taakitz #star trek au #i'm riding this writing train while i can okay #herbgerb blerb #:0

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Wherever you stray, I follow - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Wherever you stray, I follow

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Song Drawn: willow

Word Count: 822 words

Warning(s): Mentions of killing, potential break-up

Summary: (Y/n) feels unsafe staying in the same town as... well... Hannibal and is ready to leave. The question now is if Will is going to follow.

Author's Note: I love Will Graham and I just want him to have a healthy, non-killing relationship.

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I sighed as I stopped my car. I got out and grabbed the cardboard boxes I had gotten and had stored in the back of my car. I was just opening my door when I saw Will's car pulling into my driveway.

I continued inside. Will knew that he was welcome in at any time as long as I knew he was going to be there.

"Hi Will," I said as I heard him closing the door. I was taking off my jacket. I turned to him. He was looking at the boxes.

"When are you moving," he asked.

"As soon as possible," I mumbled. "I was about to call you."

"Why?"

"I want you to go with me," I replied. "I just... I don't feel safe here."

"If it's the killers then you should know they're everywhere," Will countered.

"At least then one of them isn't on speed dial," I crossed my arms over my chest.

Hannibal was a normal part of our lives. He was Will's therapist... and the man I caught in the middle of my living room in the middle of the night... twice.

Will looked at the ground. He knew I was right.

"I can't stay here anymore, Will," I felt myself shaking slightly. "He's just... he's too close."

"You can move in with me."

"No, I can't and you know that," I snapped. I softened instantly. I walked closer to him, slowly as to not overwhelm him. "Will, I love you. I want you to come with me because I love you. You've stolen my heart and my attention. I tried bending to the conditions here but... I didn't sign up for Hannibal. I can't handle the fear that I'm going to just find him here potentially ready to kill me."

Silence.

"Please, Will, come with me," I begged.

Will looked away from me again, "I-I can't."

I sighed, trying to blink away my tears, "Then I guess this goodbye."

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back.

I wanted so desperately for him to follow me. But I see now that he never truly let me in. He told bits and pieces. I saw him with a rose-gold tint to my perspective. And I think I still do... just not all of him.

"Goodbye, Will Graham," I mumbled into his ear, kissing his cheek as he pulled away.

He didn't speak as he walked out. I felt thrown. I was ready to follow him anywhere. To hold onto him wherever and whatever happened. Now, I had to step out on him and hope he was going to be okay.

--Time Skip--

I pushed the last box into my car and let out a deep breath. I wasn't taking much. The furniture was staying here so Alana could sell it for me and send me the money for it. I took my clothes and my personal things. Souveniers, photos, anything that made my heart skip a beat or just beat faster in general.

Thank god my parents had advised me to get a bigger car.

I was closing my car door when Will's car pull into the driveway. He seemed relieved that I was still here.

"Will, what are doing here," I asked as he walked over.

"You were right," he replied. "Hannibal has invaded both of our lives. I need to keep you safe from him and if that means running away with you, then that's what I'll do."

"Will," I sighed.

He grabbed my hand. He wasn't one for physical touch all the time so it was shocking and nice to hold his hand.

"Let's just go," he grinned. He seemed to really want to do this. "I packed my important stuff. I thought I owned a lot more than I did. Jack and Alana are helping me find places for the dogs, except for Winston... he's coming with me. He's in the car."

"You... You really want to do this," I asked. He nodded. I finally smiled back at him.

I nodded, "Okay, okay. Get Winston and your stuff. I should have enough room in my car. Unless you wanna bring yours."

"No, he knows my car," Will shook his head. I nodded. This was it. A real escape.

Will leaned over and kissed me softly. Holding hands felt foreign, kissing felt like something from another planet. I cupped the side of his face and grinned into the kiss.

"I'll be right back," he promised quietly, walking back to his car. I waited for him to load up all of his stuff before I jumped in my driver's seat. He got in the passenger's seat. "This is gonna be good."

I nodded, "Yeah."

This was it. The escape plan. This is us following each other.

"Thank you," I said as I started the car.

"Thank you," he replied.

And for a moment, I felt like we had won.

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janellion · 4 years

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HELLLOOOOO KAYLA HAPPY BOKAY THIRDAY NOW TELL ME BOUT UR DREAM ROADTRIP AND VACATION EITH BOKUTO 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 -SEYOUNF

SEYOUNG BB HI HOW ARE YOUUU??? THIS IS SO SWEET TYSM FOR SENDING THIS IN!!! ILYSM BB

dream road trip

a dream road trip for bokay would be a national parks road trip!! for national parks in the US (link to an article can be found here!)

i’m from the pacific northwest of the US and that’s where we’d start!!

there are so many amazing parks in both this area and everywhere else!!

dream road trip would include a van like this that’s been all customized for an extended trip!!

lmao they are SO expensive but this is a dream road trip so 😌✨

road trip would involve a lot of hiking in different parks and stops at the beach when we’re along the coast

also!! ALL THE ROAD SIDE ATTRACTIONS!! biggest haystack?? YES random vortexes?? YES

we try and stop in small towns that we’ve never heard of before!! often picking them based on the names (like butte? definitely stop in butte bc it sounds like butt)

at every national park and every tourist trap, we get souveniers!! i collect enamel pins and put them on a ukulele case. bo collects anything and everything he finds that he likes

color changing pencil? NICE keychain that glows in the dark? OFC hat that says “aliens probed me? YOU KNOW IT

a lot of the places we stop it’s the first time we’ve been there and we (it’s me, ofc) always mark it down on the map!!

we take photos (selfies sometimes but we like to set up a timer and take them too) at all the places we stop!!

we have a polaroid camera that we use occasionally (but smh it is not cost efficient to use all the time)

we switch off w driving! bo likes to drive more during the day so i take one for the team and drive at night!

whoever isn’t driving picks the music!! sometimes if i’m getting rly tired i’ll put on a podcast (the adventure zone is a dnd podcast and SO GOOD) and if bo likes it he’ll get super into it but otherwise he takes a nap

road trip games include 20 questions, i-spy, and singing along to songs super loudly

windows are open as much as possible (OPEN WINDOW SUPREMACY) and music constant in the background

ofc i pick the open roads playlist when i have the aux 😌

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KAJSJ THAT WAS SO MUCH SORRY

i’ll make the vacation one short and maybe expand on it later??

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dream vacation

tbh the road trip would be a dream vacation!!

but other than that, we rly want to go to hawaii together!!

bo has always wanted to go and is super excited about going snorkeling and scuba diving and looking at all of the amazing ocean life!!

he also wants to try surfing (if this isn’t surfer!bo that is)

but other than that, we just want to see all the nature and sights that there are!!

(we also go on vacation to hawaii at some point and throw a quick wedding together with our close friends!!)

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TYSM SEYOUNG BB ILY!! SENDING ALL MY LOVE MWAH!

bokay taglist 🌻 (y’all own my heart) : @deadontheinsidebut @stcrryskies @sstardusty @zoni @kuronekomama

some folks who may enjoy this: @strawbirb @sakusakxyoomi @anianimol @shoyosun

#seyoung bb!!#moots 💗#✨bokay thursday✨#bokay 🌻#bokuto 🌻 kayla

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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Shadows of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 2

Shadows of the Dark Crystal by J. M. Lee

Because I crave more Dark Crystal content and also more this content.

Last time in this book: Naia dreams of something More than staying in the swamp and training to succeed her momdra. Then Tavra of the Vapra shows up and makes a fool of herself multiple times. And also, Naia accidentally dreamfasts with her and learns that Tavra is looking for Gurjin and Rian.

Dun dun dun.

Chapter 3

Okay, the Drenchen have a great way to do the dishes.

They just leave them out to be washed in the rain. A for lack of effort. Guess they don't serve anything that really sticks. And no utensils.

The cool Drenchen live inside a giant tree.

Dream-etching! You know, for a pretty cool concept it didn't get a lot of play in the show. Still, I appreciate it.

Maudra Laesid calls Tavra in and gives her a 'i'm not mad, I'm just disappointed' stare. She's being a very bad guest, having all kinds of ulterior motives.

Laesid is basically 'we know you're up to something and it involves Gurjin and these chapters are like 8 pages long so you might as well admit it'

Tavra: "Your son and another castle guard, Rian of Stone-in-the-Wood, have been accused of treason by the Skeksis Lords. Their crime is spreading lies against the Castle of the Crystal and Ha'rar. When called to trial, instead of facing justice, they fled. Neither have been seen since."

Naia in this whole scene wants to shout 'BS' at everything Tavra is saying but she's actually really disciplined at not doing that.

Tavra is here not just to see if Gurjin and Rian are hiding out with the Drenchen but also to bring Gurjin's closest kin to stand trial on his behalf. Which, uhhhhhhhhhhh.

And if Gurjin and Rian don't appear in Ha'rar within one unum (month) then they'll be sentenced to death in absentia. This is a really tight timetable in a world where sending a messenger is the fastest way communications works.

Gelfling need to get to teaching fire skype to the masses.

And the closest kin thing is basically holding them hostage to try to force Gurjin and Rian to show themselves.

Except Gurjin can't because the Skeksis have him locked up and I guess didn't tell anyone. I don't remember this early part of the show very well.

Dad's reason why Gurjin can't be guilty is "Gurjin's interests are in hunting game and courting girls, not politics"

Bellanji: "How I'd love to see those rosy-red cheeks on Her Silverness when she finds he's not planning treason but climbed up a tree with a lassywings somewhere."

'Your honor, I can't possibly be guilty of treason, I was making out the whole time' - Gurjin's Dad's idea of how things will go down.

I think of Gurjin as Rian's dependable friend and forgot that he had this side to him.

Naia actually starts wondering if maybe Gurjin did get involved in something because she's imagining the Castle as a magical place that can really change you.

"Had she been in his place, she would hope to have changed -- grown, at least a little. Her mother had always said assignment at the castle might grow some wings on the boy, a saying that had consistently invited contest from her only son."

So, wait. This is a matriarchal society so is grow some wings a good thing? Gurjin didn't like being told that. What does it mean for a guyfling to be told to grow some wings?

Tavra: "If you're so sure your son is innocent, then I invite you to send his closest kin back to Ha'rar with me" -significantly glances at Naia-

Bellanji: -refusing to read the gesture- 'YEAH MAYBE I WILL COME TO HA'RAR WITH YOU'

Tavra: 'oh sweet mother aughra, no'

Tavra is trying to talk Bellanji into staying and he's not having any of it and Laesid goes 'cool, Tavra and Bellanji roadtrip. Naia, go with them. It'll do you some good to see the world.'

Laesid: "There's a thorny nettle growing. Between the castle and the Skeksis, tangling with the All-Maudra and the Gelfling race. As it grows thicker, we in the outreaches of the Skarith Land will need to be more familiar with those that rule us."

And then Laesid tells Tavra to gtfo!

"I don't need your guarantee of anything, Tavra of Ha'rar, except one: that you'll get out of my swamp as soon as there's light enough to show you the way."

Now that's a bridge burned!

In fairness, don't send a paladin to do diplomacy, I guess?

Chapter 4

So the next morning Naia goes to pack for her finally getting to leave the swamp.

Apparently the first time Gurjin returned home from the castle, he brought Naia a souvenier. A small dagger made out of real metal. A real rarity in the swamp!

Unfortunately it just intensified Naia's ENVY because Gurjin also talked at length about all the cool metal stuff in the castle. And a metal dagger isn't so much use in the swamp which mostly relies on long-distance hunting. So it mostly exists as a symbol of the life she couldn't have.

Doesn't help that its the only thing gift he ever brought her from the castle.

But since she IS leaving the Sog now and who knows whats going to be out there, she does bring the dagger. And tries to squish down her bitterness since Gurjin's fate is up in the air at the moment.

She's pretty excited about what she might see on this journey.

"Would she see the wide, endless ocean?"

I hope she does.

Tavra apparently slept for crap, or isn't used to getting up so early for travel. She's got bags under her eyes and her ears are drooping.

But she learned a thing from her journey in so she's gotten rid of most of what she was wearing to travel light.

Drenchen ranging gear: Nebrie leather and apeknot bark armor, hunting spear.

Tavra also learned another thing, right now, by watching Naia and Bellanji travel through the apeknot canopy.

"To her surprise, Tavra kept up. Without the weight of her cloak, free of the quagmire that had sucked at her boots for miles, the Silverling was as fleet as a bog flier. Naia could only imagine how quick she might be in an open field, or maybe atop a long-legged Landstrider. Tavra's wings stayed folded tightly at her back until just the right moment - then whissssh! Out they'd stretch, catching the atmosphere and launching her into the air, where she'd glide, darting upward to land on another branch and resuming her pace on foot."

"As the trees began to thin nearer the swamp threshhold, Tavra made one particularly impressive leap, swooping high into the air and flying for some distance without landing. The clearing in the canopy let the sunlight through, and the rays caught the Silverling's wings, lighting them with a flash and sparkle of silver. Distracted by the sight, Naia swelled with envy, nearly missing her step as the earth suddenly shook."

Was it just envy though?

And suddenly to distract Naia away from the probably envy, a random encounter. A giant darkened Nebrie attacks.

Naia reasonably responds by repeatedly throwing bolas at the thing's eyes and then wondering 'hey why are its eyes all messed up?'

Which, to be fair, is separate from throwing things at the eyes. Bolas don't cause evil, purple lightning.

"Naia stared into the creature's deep orbs, sensing pain and seeing only black and flashes of violet, as if the Nebrie had looked upon something so bright and terrible that the image had burned all else from its mind."

This Nebrie has seen the lie at the center of EVERYTHING.

The Nebrie has also gotten irritated by Naia throwing stuff at its eyes so knocks over the tree she's in and she plunks right into the Sog-y drink.

Its fine, Drenchen have gills. They do??

Gelfling adaptation of their environments is wonderful. Swamp gelfling lose their wings and grow gills, because of course. Underground gelfling - no I mean really underground, like the center of Thra underground - evolved to be constantly on fire.

Naia actually hit the water so hard that she just disassociates at the bottom of the swam for a while until her dad falls bleeding into the water too.

Tavra helps her pull her dad out of the water but they're cornered by the Gigamax Nebrie.

Out of any other options, Naia just tries asking really nicely that the Nebrie doesn't kill them.

Which works! Because the nebrie just drops dead!

Quite odd!

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Shadows of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Naia #Tavra

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London Holiday

What would happen if Ladybug’s Miraculous Cure landed the train at the London station instead of setting it all the way back in Paris? AKA: Adrien gets to actually go on his freaking field trip! Complete with Adrinette fluff!

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“Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug thrust the helmet into the air. The ladybugs of her power went about fixing everything the akuma had caused. Mainly taking the train out of the middle of the Big Ben clock tower. Where the ladybugs deposited the three heroes though wasn’t the Paris station like they thought. They were now standing in the London station.

“Guess my powers wanted to save your class another train ride.” Ladybug joked.

Max de-transformed and handed the miraculous back to Ladybug. “It was an honor, Ladybug.”

“We couldn’t have done it without you.” She stowed the miraculous back in her yo-yo. “Bug out!”

And with that Ladybug was off and loose in London. Probably was gonna use the miraculous to get back to Paris out of sight of the public. It certainly would have been interesting seeing her swinging from the buildings to the shock of the Londoners. They weren’t exactly used to spotted super heroes running around.

Now that Adrien thought about it they probably freaked everyone out by shooting the train through Big Ben like a thread in a needle.

Max ran to find the others and Adrien discreetly snuck back on the train and de-transformed as well.

“Even miles away from Paris and Hawkmoth and we still had to deal with an akuma.” Plagg grumbled, “There truly is no rest for a superhero.”

“But we’re in London now so we have the rest of the day to relax.” Adrien reminded him. “I get to hang out with my friends and see Big Ben and you can sit in my bag eating camembert till you pass out.”

“Now that is a good vacation!” Plagg perked up.

With suspicion gone Adrien went to find his classmates. Everyone was grabbing their things from the overhead. “Adrien,” Nino saw him first, “Where’d you go? You weren’t at the back of the train.”

“Yeah, I got tossed into one of the bathrooms when Startrain was driving and got locked in.” Adrien shrugged.

“Well you are not going to believe who showed up to save the day while we were in space.” Nino raved about how Ladybug and Chat Noir seemingly appeared at of thin air to save the day.

His phone beeped alerting him that his father knew he snuck out to go on the field trip and demanding he return home at once. As far as he saw it he was already in London and there really wasn’t much his father could do about it. Unless he wanted to send the Gorilla on a two hour long train ride to drag Adrien back to the mansion.

“I’ll come straight home after my field trip. Don’t worry I am safe with my class.” Adrien sent the text and turned off his notifications. Rebellion felt good. Terrifying but good.

After Ms. Bustier made sure everyone was present and accounted for they headed into London. The class was busy gawking at the new sights and taking pictures as they made their way to Big Ben.

“Did you know that the clocktower itself is called the Elizabeth Tower.” Max informed the class, “Big Ben is actually the name of the bell inside the tower.”

“What?” Kim gaped, “Why do they call it Big Ben then?”

“Alliteration?” Alix suggested. “Easier to remember?”

“I don’t think it’ll matter anyways.” Alya sighed. “Big Ben is closed for tours.”

“What?” the entire class halted.

“Alya,” Ms. Bustier approached her, “Are you sure? We had a tour reserved.”

“It was the akuma. Even though Ladybug set everything right the citizens of London aren’t accustomed to the disturbances like we are so they closed down the entire Palace of Westminster while they make sure everything is stable.” Alya continued searching on her phone. “It says it should be reopened in a couple hours so we can always go then.”

“What are we gonna do till then? Hang around on the sidewalk?” the class hung their heads in disappointment.

Oh no. Adrien’s first field trip was not ending like this.

“Ms. Bustier,” Adrien raised his hand, “There are still plenty of other things to do in London. Museums, churches, parks, the London Eye. Why not go to one of those while we wait?”

“Excellent suggestion, Adrien,” Ms. Bustier said, “Okay class, change of plans. While we wait for Big Ben to reopen we’ll kill some time at some other London attractions. All in favor of museum?”

They went around raising their hands for different activities before deciding to visit the Kensington Gardens. It was free and would give the students time to look around, take some pictures, do a little souvenier shopping, and even visit the palace if they wanted to pay the small fee.

“It is decided, now if I can pull up some directions,” Ms. Bustier pulled out her phone.

“No need.” Adrien motioned for everyone to follow. “I know how to get there.”

“Are you sure?” Ms. Bustier asked.

“Know it like the back of my hand.” Adrien led the way for his classmates and in no time at all they were standing at the gate to the gardens.

“Adrien, how’d you know where you were going?” Marinette was at his side. “Did you visit here when you were here for the wedding?”

“Oh no. I wasn’t anywhere near Kensington.” Adrien said.

“Then how did you know?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He fiddled with his ring for a moment embarrassed by the answer.

“Dude?” Nino clapped an arm on his shoulder.

“I played a lot of Assassin’s Creed Syndicate.” he mumbled under his breath, “The mapping on the game is pretty close to the actual layout.”

There was a faint snicker from the group but was quickly silenced.

“That’s amazing!” Marinette was the first to say something. “Remembering where to go just from walking around in a video game? That’s really impressive.”

“Oh, thanks,” Adrien didn’t feel so weird about it now.

The class split up into their own groups and went around to see the different statues and attractions of the park.

“Nino, Adrien,” Alya grabbed Nino’s hand, “You wanna walk around with Marinette and I?”

“Sure thing.” the boys followed the girls around the parks stopping every once and a while to admire the scattered statues or memorials.

They were on route to the Italian Gardens when a note of music caught the groups ears. There was a band playing music to a moderate happily listening crowd. Marinette had trouble understanding what they were singing since it was in English but the music had a good jazzy swing to it.

“May I have this dance my good lady?” Nino made an exaggerated bow to Alya.

“Oh yes, my lord,” she exaggerated a curtsy back at him and took his hand as they started dancing to the song.

Adrien glanced at Marinette who was laughing at her friends and tapping her foot to the music. “Wanna dance?” He offered.

“Huh?” she startled, “Oh well, I uh,”

“I promise I won’t step on your toes.” he pulled her in. They watched the swinging, jumping, dance Alya and Nino were doing and tried their best to copy it.

After a minute Marinette started to loosen up and they jumped and circled around the park like a pair of fools. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Marinette asked with a teasing smile.

“Not a clue. You?”

“I think it’s a miracle I haven’t stepped on you yet.” she joked and they both laughed. Adrien gave her a spin that made her giggle.

By the end his heart was racing and Marinette was pink in the face. They applauded the band as they launched into another song.

“Hoo,” Alya and Nino came back up to them. There was a sheen of sweat on their foreheads. “All that dancing works up a thirst.”

“You do always have to go above and beyond.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Was the lift necessary?”

“We did it, didn’t we?” Alya smiled in triumph.

“You mean before you lost balance and went tumbling to the ground?” Adrien smirked.

“Don’t be jealous,” Nino wrapped an arm around Alya. “You still want to head to the Italian Gardens?”

Alya pulled out her phone and checked the time. “We still have time. Big Ben still isn’t cleared.”

“These Londoners need to not be so worried.” Marinette said, “Ladybug set everything right.”

“Like we said before. They just aren’t used to it like we are.” Adrien answered.

“Back in Paris if an akuma hits and it’s on the other side of town I don’t even worry about it anymore unless it starts spreading.” Nino said, “I was at a cafe getting lunch and everyone continued on like normal then ten minutes later we watched the miraculous ladybug cure zipping around the rooftops a couple streets over.”

“Nino, I feel like maybe you should be a little more concerned when an akuma hits.” Adrien didn’t like the idea of his best friend sitting idle and unbothered while an actual villain was terrorizing the streets.

“I think Hawkmoth should stop akumatizing that pigeon guy but he does it anyway.”

“Mood.” Marinette sighed.

They walked to the Italian Gardens and spent some time looking around at the fountains. “Hey Adrien,” Marinette tapped his shoulder, “Do you..um...do you wanna take a totograph with me? I mean--photograph-- with me? In front of the fountain?”

“Okay,” he stepped closer towards her as she held out her phone to take a selfie. “Agh, my arms are too short to get the both of us.”

“Let me try,” Adrien took the phone and held it out, “I’m not doing so well either.”

“Hey guys,” Ivan and Mylene walked up to them, “Do you want us to take a picture of you?”

“Yes please,” Adrien handed Mylene the phone, “Thanks a bunch. I couldn’t get a good shot for some reason.”

“No problem.” she took a couple pictures of them before handing the phone back. “Hope they’re okay.”

“These are perfect, thanks, Mylene.” Marinette offered to take Ivan and Mylene’s photo too while they were at it.

Their phones beeped as a group message came through. Big Ben was open again!

The class reconvened to go see Big Ben. A lot of the usual tourists were still freaking out and refused to go inside despite the all clear so the class had no problem getting inside for their tour.

After the tour and a stop in the souvenier shop they departed for dinner before taking the train back home. Adrien wasn’t looking forward to the backlash his act of teenage rebellion was sure to bring but he could hardly care at the moment. He had an actual day out with his friends. He had fun and got to see some of the sights. The last time he was in London he had spent his entire free time looking for that medication Marinette asked him for. Still not sure why she needed him to find it but she seemed really distressed about it so he didn’t mind looking for her.

“I’m about ready to pass out,” Alya yawned as they loaded up back onto the train, “Adrien, I’m stealing Nino to use as a pillow. Hope that’s cool with you.”

“No problem. As long as Marinette doesn’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Marinette said as they took their seats again.

They started their journey back home and one by one the other students started to clock out for a nap after an exhausting day walking around London. Marinette was trying to stifle her yawns but they didn’t miss Adrien who was yawning along too.

“Do you need to sleep?” Adrien whispered so not to disturb the others.

“Yeah but I can wait,” she yawned again, “I’d feel bad if I slumped over and fell asleep on you.”

“I don’t mind.” he opened his bag and pulled out a blanket he had neatly folded inside. “That’s why I brought this.” He draped it over their legs. “Go on and sleep.”

“Thanks,” she smiled before resting her head on his shoulder like before.

“Goodnight, Adrien,” her voice was sleepy and only half awake before she slipped into her slumber.

“Sweet dreams, Marinette,” Adrien said as he rested his own head against hers and fell asleep.

What a great field trip.

#let my boy live his life!#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #writing

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years

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Across Time and Space (Chapter 13)

Summary: Sequel to I’ll Take Her Place. Slav is showing off a piece of experimental equipment, when it malfunctions and blasts Katie and Keithir to another universe. At the same time, it drags Pidge and Keith over into theirs, effectively swapping places. With their fate resting in the hands of Slav, will they be able to get back home? Or are they stuck to live the rest of their lives in the wrong universe?

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the username “kishirokitsune”.

Chapter 13

OLKARION – CASTLE OF LIONS

Katie hung back as Keithir reunited with his dad, his pleasure at seeing him obvious to everyone. She had a worry, however, and as she caught Allura's eye she knew she wasn't the only one to realize it.

Sending someone to another reality was far easier to retrieving them.

Katie subtly shook her head, hoping Allura would understand it as a silent request to not say anything immediately. Keithir deserved a moment before they broke the news.

Thankfully, Slav was busy eagerly looking over the blueprints and parts, too distracted to blabber on about complications or percentages of failure. In fact, it was the most delighted she'd seen the mad genius. Period. She hoped he stayed like that. Keithir deserved to hear the news in a more gentle manner, unlike the blunt surprise of her pregnancy.

Everyone else was starting to disperse; Hunk all but dragged Lance from the room, citing the need for a helper while he cooked up a feast to celebrate. Kolivan leaned in to quietly speak with Shiro before they left together. Allura remained for a moment longer, but when it became clear that Slav wasn't interested in help, she and Coran quietly absconded.

“Are you going to tell him?”

Katie jumped in surprise at the sound of Matt's voice in her ear, and as always when she saw the scar across his face, felt a rush of guilt rise in her chest. It was silly of her to feel that way, but she figured she could get away with blaming hormones.

“I, um, not yet,” Katie told him, looking away. “I will soon, but he deserves to have this. It hasn't been an easy two weeks.”

Matt sighed, gentle and tired all at once. “It won't be too much longer and then you'll get to go home.”

“And you'll have Pidge back,” Katie said. “Soon everything will go back to the way it's supposed to be. Or almost everything.” She bit her lip as she watched her husband and father-in-law. “I hope we're worrying for nothing.”

“I do too,” Matt said, resting his hand on her shoulder.

His support, even though he wasn't her Matt, lifted a weight she didn't know she'd been carrying. She hadn't known how to treat him when he first showed up at the Castle – still didn't, in some ways – but he was still Matt. A younger, slightly more serious and battle scarred version of her brother, who likely felt the same way about her as she did for him.

And it reminded her of something important. Something she had been meaning to say, but hadn't found the time to. Catching him up on all of the super important details had taken priority over everything else.

“Listen, Matt, about dad,” Katie began, well aware of how flustered she sounded. “It may be a long shot, but I think I know how you and Pidge can find him. Or rather, who you need to talk to in order to find out.” She looked up to see surprise color Matt's face, which then settled to steely determination.

Katie took a deep breath and explained her idea.

If Lotor was the culprit in her reality, then it stood to reason that he knew something about where their dad was located, even if he wasn't directly involved in his capture. Matt would have to be careful and not outright accuse Lotor of knowingly concealing the whereabouts of their dad, but she knew he'd be far better at it than her younger self, who was much more likely to go charging in at full sprint.

“Just be careful,” Katie advised as Keithir and Travis approached. She tried to smile, but one look at Keithir's face had her crumbling.

He said nothing and simply pulled her into his arms and held her for a long moment. She heard Matt say something and then the sound of a door opening and shutting, signaling his departure.

“Is it okay if I spend some time with my dad?” Keithir asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Katie swallowed around the lump in her throat, doing her best to hold it together and be strong for him. “Of course. Take all of the time you need.”

Keithir pulled away and gave her a small smile. “We'll see you at dinner. Promise.”

Katie nodded. She wished with all her heart that she could give him the reassurance he wanted. That everything was going to be okay. That they would all make it home together.

But she couldn't.

“I'll be with Hunk and Lance. Maybe we'll find something I can keep down today.” Her attempted joke fell a little flat, but Keithir bowed his head and kissed her anyway.

Krolia dropped the plate of food she was holding when they walked in, and it shattered and splattered all over the floor, drawing everyone's attention. Hunk hurried over to clean up the mess, but Krolia stood there, frozen in shock.

Keithir shifted, uncomfortable with the attention on him and his family. He hadn't expected everyone to be in the room when they arrived. Weren't there still another thirty doboshes before dinner?

Even without their bond, Katie knew exactly what he needed and quickly stepped forward to give Travis a big hug, effectively breaking the tension in the air. From two feet away, Keithir could hear his dad's soft “congratulations” and the equally quiet exchange about potential names, though he couldn't make out whatever name Katie whispered to him.

His attention was drawn to Krolia, whose gaze softened as she watched the pair, and when they separated she found the strength to step forward. “You came from the other reality?”

It took Travis a moment to respond, equally as floored to see her even with Keithir's warning. “I am. You, um, you look good.”

“So do you.”

Keithir cleared his throat to hide the fact that he was trying to cover up his laughter. Honestly, it shouldn't have been as funny as it was to him, but a quick glance at Katie told him she thought the same – it was so similar to some of their own first dates. The stilted conversation of two people who had heard of each other, but never met.

(Which was wrong and right all at the same time. Keithir decided it was best not to think about it or else he would develop a headache.)

While his parents awkwardly reintroduced themselves, Keithir turned his attention to Katie, who was having difficulty meeting his eyes. He pulled her in close and pressed his lips to her forehead, hoping it would help put her at ease.

It worked.

Katie relaxed against him, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight. “I'm so sorry...”

“Dad made his choice, even knowing what would happen,” Keithir said softly. “Talking to him, hearing his reasons, even if I don't understand them, it helped more than I thought.” He took a deep breath and let her go. “He... He says the parts he brought with him are to echo clone the machine. It means-”

“It doesn't have the ability to send anyone on its own,” Katie cut in with a frown. “It's just amplifying the range of the one in our reality to make sure we get home. But I thought the plan was to build an exact clone. Unless... the parts were too sensitive for the journey? Or the chance of anyone else getting their hands on it is too risky.”

“But how would they?” Keithir asked.

Katie bit her lip and glanced across the room, where Shiro was seated at the table and talking to Kolivan, Coran, and Allura.

“Shit,” Keithir grumbled. “I forgot about that.”

“So I guess there's still no word from Allura on that?”

Keithir shook his head. “There's nothing we can do, so maybe she's going to leave it to Pidge and Keith. I can't imagine she would send them back without having some idea in mind.”

Katie crossed her arms over her chest. “She could have passed that along to us.”

“Cut her a little slack, there's a lot going on,” Keithir reminded her, unable to resist leaning in to kiss her forehead once again.

Katie grumbled a little bit, but it was with the utmost fondness for the Altean princess.

Keithir stepped back and offered her his arm, which she took with a pleased smile. It was no time to worry about such things. They would set it aside and enjoy their remaining time in that reality.

In the morning, they were going home.

ALTEA – CASTLE OF LIONS

Maybe she went a little overboard, but it wasn't like Hunk and Lance weren't there to encourage her the whole time. Not to mention the fact that it clearly amused Keith, who'd gone extra quiet ever since his dad volunteered to travel to their reality with the necessary parts.

Pidge stared at the bulging duffel bag on her bed, wondering if she should take everything out and reorganize it once again. She was sure Lance snuck something else in there when she wasn't looking, just as he'd done three other times since she started packing.

It was almost like she was on vacation and trying to find the best way to pack souveniers.

A knock on the door distracted her from fully making a decision. “Come in!”

Keith stepped inside with a new set of thin packages in his arms and Pidge started to rerun calculations of what they'd have to leave behind. Did she really need that book on Altean customs? Or the anthology of unusual movies Lance shoved on her after learning of her and Keith's movie night?

“These are from Allura,” he said, handing one of them to Pidge. “She said we can wear ours home if we want to.”

“Wear them...?” Pidge curiously examined her package, testing the weight and flexibility. It did feel like clothing, but why would Allura give them something like that?

She glanced up at Keith, who didn't appear to be in any rush to change into his, but she had to ask anyway. “Do you want to go first?”

Keith shrugged. “We could both go. I'll take the bathroom and you can stay out here. Just let me know once you're finished.”

Pidge had no reason to argue and nodded in agreement, waiting until he was securely in the next room before opening her package to see what Allura gave her.

“Oh,” she breathed softly, lifting up a lovely green dress. It had a simple scoop neckline and short sleeves and she could tell that once it was on, it would flare out and fall near her knees. There was a faint pattern printed on it, which when caught in the light revealed subtle flowers in shades barely lighter and darker than the rest of the fabric. Also in the package was a pair of plain white leggings and a cute headband with flowers decorating one side.

It was by far one of the prettiest dresses she'd ever been given.

Pidge glanced down at her orange and white shoes, feeling that they weren't at all appropriate, but as she began to get dressed she found a note beneath everything else written in Lance's surprisingly legible scrawl.

'Look in the closet.'

If Lance was waiting for her in the closet she was going to deck him right in the face.

She breathed a sigh of relief when all she found was a box with her name on it. Inside was a pair of sturdy brown boots to go along with her new dress. She sat down on her bed to put them on, just remembering to call out to Keith that she was done.

Keith took another few minutes before stepping out in what at first glance looked like a variation of his Blade uniform, but he more she looked, the more she saw a design for comfort over function. A hooded jacket, cropped short in a mimicry of the chest armor, turtleneck underneath, and loose-fitting pants.

It was a good look for him; all of the dark grays and the stripes of blue-violet, which enhanced the blue of his eyes, though part of her missed seeing him in his eye-catching red jacket.

“You look good,” she said, looking away when she became aware that she was staring. Never once did she consider he was going to same to her. To distract herself, she took a few things out of the duffel bag in order to fit in her old clothes, as well as the additional packages from Allura.

“I think I'm going to miss it here.”

Pidge looked up as she tried to cram her sweater into the bag. “I know what you mean. It's been nice. Even sharing a room has been kind of fun, and that was always what I dreaded most about going to the Garrison. I think Matt enjoyed telling me nightmarish stories about roommates.”

Keith chuckled. “I got lucky there. No one ever wanted to be my roommate.”

“Keith...” Pidge's smile slipped away. “That's awful.”

“It wasn't so bad. I got a room all to myself and didn't have to deal with anyone else,” Keith said dismissively.

Pidge frowned as she dropped her eyes back down to the bag. Her clothing barely fit, which left no room for her shoes. She resigned herself to carrying them herself. “For the record, anyone would be lucky to have you as their roommate. Seriously, Keith. I wasn't lying when I said this has been fun.”

Just as she didn't see him staring earlier, she also missed the faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Thank you, Pidge.”

Before Pidge could respond, Keith swooped in to help zip up the bag and then picked it up with the clear intent of carrying it for her.

It was time to go.

Knowingly traveling through realities was even worse than their original trip and twice as disorienting, though that was likely because they had been unconscious for that first trip. Pidge only wished she had a better way to describe the sensation, but there were no words that she knew of that would appropriately convey what it was like. Nothing even close.

“I want to die,” she muttered melodramatically, clinging to Keith to try and stay upright. “If we ever do this again, knock me out first.”

Keith, looking rather pale, carefully dropped the bag at his feet, holding onto Pidge just like she was hanging on him. Somehow, they balanced each other out and were able to remain standing. “We are never doing that again.”

For a moment, they continued to exist there in their own little bubble, their ears ringing as they tried to acclimate. And then Hunk burst that bubble with a joyous cry of: “It worked!” before rushing to them and dragging them in for a teary hug.

“I never thought I'd be so happy to see Keith,” Lance joked as he joined in. “We've missed you guys. I mean, your other selves are pretty cool – way cooler, in Keithir's case – but it's not the same.”

“Same to you,” Keith responded, and while his exhaustion was clear in his voice, there was also a fondness lurking beneath the surface.

Pidge grinned as she leaned into her friends. “We've missed you too. It's good to be home.”

Allura approached next, slow and unsure about whether or not she was intruding, but Hunk and Lance naturally shifted aside to let her in.

“Aww, group hug!” Matt called out, swinging in on the other side of Lance so he would be closest to Pidge, at the same time as Shiro joined them on the other side of Hunk.

“Alright now, give 'em some space. Traveling through that ain't easy.”

Pidge jerked her head in the direction of the voice, her heart sinking at the sight of Travis standing there and smiling kindly at the two of them. For a moment, breathing was difficult. “You're still here? But... but I thought it would work! I'm so sorry! We should have waited and run more tests and-”

“Pidge, it's okay,” Keith gently interrupted.

“No it isn't!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “It isn't fair!”

“I wanted to stay.”

Her fighting strength drained away at those words, replaced by pure confusion. “But why? What about Keithir and everyone else?”

“I'll miss them every day, but Keithir has his adoptive parents. He has Thace and Ulaz. He has Kolivan. His wife and son, and soon, a little girl. He doesn't need his old man hanging around.” Travis paused, his gaze shifting over to Keith. “I figure there might be someone here who needs me. If he wants to give this family thing a try, of course.”

“You know I do,” Keith admitted, choking up a little.

Pidge restrained herself from reaching out and offering him comfort. He wouldn't appreciate it when they were in front of everyone. Instead, she moved until she was leaning against Matt, relying on him to keep her upright and giving Keith the freedom to move.

The heavy weight of the rock hidden in the pocket of her dress reminded her that they had one other very important matter to worry about before they could do much else. A “compass stone”, Honerva called it. Apparently it was the key to something called “Oriande”, which Allura was likely to know about, and that was how they would save Shiro.

Pidge yawned. “Hey Lance, could you grab that bag for me? Keep it somewhere safe.”

Everything could wait until she and Keith got some rest. A quick nap and they'd both be refreshed and ready to take on anything. And though she knew it would be better to think about it with a fresh mind, she couldn't help but sluggishly consider what needed to be done first and how they would keep Shiro away from the group meeting. Maybe a distraction of some kind?

She yawned again and closed her eyes. “Feels like the worst jetlag ever,” she tried to say, but her words slurred together into something incomprehensible.

Matt chuckled. “Okay, lets get you both to bed before you pass out.”

Bed... sounded nice.

#voltron #kidge #kidgemas #fanfiction #reality swap au

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Wally West Headcannons

Because I love him and I can:

- He plays the piano really well. He learned because of his superspeed; since his perception of time also got affected, Alfred suggested to Batman to suggest to Barry that he learns the piano in order to have a tangible outlet for staying in real time. Wally doesnt broadcast it that much since it’s more of a stress reliever/coping mechanism all his own- but it is an occassional party trick he’ll whip out to surprise and impress people. Also, Alfred most definitely went “undercover” to teach little, freshly speedstered Wally the piano (as that was just a few years before he knew Batman’s secret identity)

- Wally ( and Barry ) speak a lot of langauges. I mean, they run around the world a lot and Wally relies heavily on food to sustain his speeds. It makes sense that he would stop for food a lot and as Flashes, the two would like to chat or help out with some local trouble, etc. So every year, Barry and Wally learn a new language together. They started with the “love languages” and quickly broadened their horizons.

-The language thing is actually an unspoken competition for them to speak more languages than Batman (I looked it up- he speaks 24 languages including Kryptonian) So of course the majority of the Justice League wants to help out their favorite speedsters. Superman lets Wally study in his Fortress of Solitude, Wonder Woman teaches them Greek and Latin, Shayera teaches them Thanagarian, M’Gann teaches Wally enough Martian to get by, Green Lantern sends language videos/books from fellow Green Lanterns to help Barry and Wally learn random alien languages that Batman isn’t likely to speak, etc. By age 23 Wally can speak 32 languages with imperfect fluency ( he’s awful with proper accents but has impeccable grammar )

-Bonus: Shayera basically refuses to teach Batman her langauge and her and Barry mock Batman by speaking it together whenever he’s in the room.

-Before Wally got his speed, he had a motor tic where he would blink a couple times and duck his head occassionally with an arm twitching out.That tick transferred over after he got superspeed but now its really fast and looks like a really fast spasm/cold chill. No one mentions it but they all think its incredibly endearing.

- Sometimes Wally slips into “relative time” where everything slows down. This tends to happen most while he’s reading or problem solving or doing homework and things like that- Sometimes he’ll be reading a book at what seems like a normal pace for him... until the pages are burning from the speed he was flipping them at. From an onlooker, Wally will start to blur along the edges and books genuinely appear to spontaneously combust.

-For his birthday one year, Dick Grayson tried to get Wally a really fast kindle that could match Wally’s “relative time” reading speed- after three versions blowing up, Wally and Dick agreed that books might be safer/less expensive anyways.

-People quickly learn that if they loan Wally a book... its likely to come back toasted or in ashes. So... no one really loans him books more than once.

-Wally runs in his sleep :)

-It’s not so much a headcannon as it is pure cannon, but Speedsters can’t get drunk since their metabolism is so fast that their body runs right through it. On Wally’s 21st birthday, GL brings him some alien booze thats like crazy strong and Wally hoofs it (as he is used to doing with no repercussions. ) He’s drunk for, like, three days.

-Also, on a sad note: While Wally’s powers are on the fritz and sort of killing him, He doesn’t tell anyone about it. Dick Grayson figures it out when he plays a drinking game with Wally where he takes normal alchohol shots and actually gets a little tipsy.

-Also, in regards to the Young Justice universe: I think Wally ( a guy who willingly got struck by lightning and doused in chemicals ) would not give up the hero biz. His powers were killing him and Barry and Artemis benched him- and out of solidarity, Artemis benched herself as well. Wally didn’t want to tell anyone - and as it was already majorly difficult for him and in the understanding that he deserves some control- Artemis and Barry agreed to keep it secret. Basically: Batman, Iris, Barry, Artemis and Hal Jordan know. Hence some frustration when he would jump in to help in “emergencies” - though anyone who knows Wally basically knew he did that with that exact reasoning in mind. That- in an emergency- he wouldn’t want anyone knowing he shouldn’t be helping...

- Wally can’t vibrate through solid objects for a while... He learns how to do so when he gets kidnapped or something and is super desperate. But when he does vibrate through things... they blow up. This is something he honestly can’t control for about as long as he couldn’t initially vibrate through things- but when he does learn to control it, he can still blow things up if he wants to ( eh, some pseudo science about speed and particles and things. )

- Wally is basically always covered in ice and plastic wrap, especially his shins.

- Wally is pretty nervous around storms. He sort of hates lightning. I suppose, if you were struck by it then it makes sense to understand and be wary of it happening again. That doesn’t stop Dick and Arty from making fun of him every time he flinches at a flash of lightning. It’s actually them trying to distract him as they know he’s low-key ready for it hit him (and with his enhanced perception, they know he watches the entire path the lightning takes to be sure it doesn’t arch towards them.)

-Wally loves Shazam and all but because of the lightning thing... the two have a sort of agreement ( enforced by a protective Robin ) where Billy/Shazam avoids switching personas near Wally. Or at least warns him when it happens. This of course is after the first time Batson shows everyone how his powers work and Wally sprinted to another state leaving a lingering yelp behind.

-Wally carries a lot of static with him. He shocks people sort of a lot. He touches something metal? There’s a jolt. He tries to harness this “bonus power” as something he can do at will (like Barry can throw lightning if he runs fast enough type of thing ) and after some practice, Wally can do what Barry does. But he has terrible aim. And his intent was to not have to run to use it. At best, he just gives a really strong static shock. He definitely uses it to annoy everyone.

-Alternatively, Wally also shocks people when he’s nervous. Many of Artemis and Wally’s first kisses resulted in numb lips for our blonde archer.

-Wally also vibrates when nervous, angry or excited. Take that in as many directions as you’d like. ;)

-Wally is a little bit terrible at swimming. Like he won’t drown. But water isn’t the same as air and super fast water treading has mixed results and his accelerated heart-rate makes holding his breath difficult and also, it’s only fair to have this super world function as ours does where swimmers hate to run and runners hate to swim. Trust me on this. Even outliers have one they’re better at. I would know.

- Wally is sort of the couch-surfer of the hero world. Maybe a small part of it is rooted in him trying to dodge his parents, but he genuinely likes to visit his friends. And as a speedster, he really doesn’t do well with staying in one place. So as the Team and everyone gets older, Wally tends to pop into Roy’s apartment, Dick’s flat, Alfred always has cookies for him at the Mansion, M’Gann and Conner’s house (and so on) entirely un-announced. He brings random “souveniers” along the way and basically everyone has taken to keeping extra foods just in case.

- I honestly think Wally is bisexual but he just genuinely never realized it and doesn’t care much. Like, maybe I’m projecting, but I’m bisexual and I never realized it until my first kiss was a girl and I just rolled with it. Like I didn’t even bat an eye- I was just like, “oh, of course.”- I’d been saying how pretty girls are for years and always thought it was an artist’s eye for beauty in all forms or something but like... bruh, I am bi. But also, its not a huge deal. And I think Wally is the same? Like he doesn’t realize it but also- I think his first kiss was a boy. And he just blinked and rolled with it. I also think that he wasn’t all that good at committing to one person (speedsters got places to be and people to see or something) Like he is far from “getting around”- I think he had like three kisses before Artemis and that she was his first relationship. The first was a guy, the second was maybe some chick he kissed at a school dance, the second was a stranger that Dick dared him to kiss on some random summer day when they were in civvies hanging out together and the fourth was Artemis. I think he’s just so casually bi that no one else even suspects it except those who know his kissing history or whatever.

I could honestly go on forever! If you guys write or draw anything based on this please let me know! I just wanna see my ginger more, tbh.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

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Chapter One Owl Post

November 02, 1979

Dearest Cissy,

I’m afraid this may be the last letter I send. I’ve discovered that the things the Dark Lord plans to do are far worse than we ever imagined. I know Sirius always said I had a weak stomach, but I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with these things.

Get out while you can. Please, Cissy, I beg you to get out. Don’t tell Bella or your husband where you’re going, but just leave. Things will only get worse.

I won’t tell you what I’m about to do, for your sake. But I will tell you that the Dark Lord is not all that he claims to be and I will do everything I can to bring him down and protect the people and things that I love.

You’re truly the only family that I can trust with this. Please don’t let Mother know. It would break her heart, and Father’s health is weak enough as it is.

And if you do ever see Sirius, tell him I’m sorry.

Love,

Your dearest cousin Reggie

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Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.

There were many things about Harry that were normal: He loved summer vacation. He loved sports. And most of all, he loved his family.

However, there were things about Harry that were not normal. For one, Harry was a wizard. Some might not find this strange. There are plenty of witches and wizards who would not be surprised at all by the fact that Harry Potter can do magic, or that he plays his favorite sport on a broomstick high in the air, chasing golden Snitches that fly on their own. But even within the community of wizards, Harry Potter was an odd boy.

For one thing, all witches and wizards knew the name Harry Potter. Everyone knew that as a baby, Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who. Everyone knew that Harry Potter was marked with a scar that night, and some witches and wizards whispered that Harry Potter was The Chosen One.

What that meant for a boy with a scar on his head didn’t matter just yet. On the night in question, Harry was doing normal twelve-year-old boy things, like being bored with his homework.

Harry Potter did not find the essay on “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century” particularly interesting. He had just finished a year at his school, Hogwarts, where a threat to witches and wizards born of non-magical parents had been made. He was not feeling particularly sympathetic to witches and the fearful Muggles.

He could not seem to get much further than the first two paragraphs in his textbook, A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot.

The old grandfather clock chimed in the hallway — twelve gentle chimes. The clock was magic, like everything else in this house, so after sunset, the clock did not chime loudly. It had no interest in waking the residents of the house.

The residents of the Potter Estate were Harry Potter and his parents, Lily and James Potter. It was a large house for three people, but Harry filled it with a lot of energy, as twelve and thirteen-year-old boys often do.

Of course, at midnight, his parents were sleeping, and he was awake doing homework.

There was still a month before school, so he thought finishing his History of Magic essay ridiculous. He’d already completed his Potions homework, with a lot of help from his mother, and his Transfiguration essay, with help from his father. The only person who could help him with History of Magic was Uncle Remus, who was not feeling well. Harry could wait a week until Uncle Remus was better, but he desperately wanted to visit his godfather, Sirius Black, this summer.

At school, Harry had broken several school rules, risked his own life, and saved the school in the process. Harry thought he deserved a lot of praise, which he did get. He earned an award for Special Services to the School, and he and Ron had won the House Cup competition for Gryffindor. The only problem was that Harry had two parents who worried about his safety. So Harry was grounded from Quidditch practice and visits with Sirius until his homework was done.

It sounded reasonable at the beginning of summer. During his school year, Harry had dueled another student, snuck away from teachers while the school was under a threat, and gone into a dangerous place to rescue a friend without seeking help from an adult. As great as Harry’s success had been, he had put himself in a lot of danger, and though the medicine was bitter to swallow, he had understood why his parents had grounded him. Now, a month later, struggling to finish his history essay at midnight on his birthday, it felt like the worst punishment his parents could give him.

Harry managed to get an outline of his essay completed by one am. He felt better about the assignment when he learned that burning witches did no harm to witches, who only had to cast a Freezing Charm to protect themselves from the flames.

As the clock chimed again, he realized he ought to go to bed. But it was summer vacation, and a bedtime was the one punishment his parents had not inflicted on him, so he’d taken to enjoying late nights as his only real form of freedom. He’d considered sneaking out on his Nimbus 2000, but it was locked away in a trunk at the foot of his parents’ bed. He’d already tried Alohamora, but it didn’t budge.

Just as Harry was thinking about climbing the stairs to bed, three owls tumbled through the open kitchen window.

An old gray owl, which Harry knew was Ron Weasley’s family owl, was helped into the dining room by a tiny brown owl. Harry didn’t recognize the small owl, but it was carrying a letter with the Hogwarts seal on the parchment, so Harry was sure it was his school books list. The third owl was a snowy white barn owl, proud and beautiful.

“Hello, Hedwig,” Harry smiled.

She flitted up to the table and nipped his finger affectionately, as if she were wishing him a happy birthday.

“What’ve you got there?” he asked in a whisper and untied the letter attached to her leg.

It turned out to be a birthday card from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I hope you’re doing well and your parents haven’t given you too much trouble.

I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it up in customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. I’ve been getting it delivered. It’s so good to keep up with what’s going on in the wizarding world. Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he’s learning loads. I’m really jealous. The ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.

There’s some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. I’ve rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things I’ve found out. I hope it’s not too long — it’s two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.

Ron says he’s going to be in London the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? I hope your parents don’t keep you grounded all summer. I really hope you can come. If not, I’ll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first!

Love from, Hermione

Harry had seen the picture of Ron the Daily Prophet last week. His mum had shown him the picture of the Weasley family, all nine of them, standing in front of the pyramids waving. He’d found it pretty unfair that Ron got to explore Egypt and Hermione was off in France and Harry was stuck at home. It wasn’t like he’d gotten into anymore trouble than Ron had.

Before opening Ron’s letter, Harry got the owls snacks and water. While they refreshed themselves, Harry read the letter the Weasley family owl Errol had brought him.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday!

I hope you’re doing alright. Mum’s just about forgotten my being in trouble, with this trip to Egypt and having all her children in one place. I expect the Special Award we got helped too. I hope yours aren’t being too hard on you.

It’s amazing here in Egypt, by the way. Bill’s taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn’t believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn’t let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who’d broken in and grown extra heads and stuff. I couldn’t believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it’s gone on this trip, but they’re going to buy me a new wand for next year.

We’ll be back about a week before term starts and we’ll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there?

Ron

P.S. Percy’s Head Boy. He got the letter last week.

Harry could almost hear the irritation in Ron’s voice about Percy. Harry remembered when he was eleven and Percy had just gotten his Prefect badge. He’d been quite showy about it, and Harry didn’t think he’d be any better about being Head Boy.

Now that he’d read his friends’ letters, it was time for the presents.

Harry opened the package from Ron first, and out tumbled what looked like a spinning top, except it was made of glass. The ones Sirius had given him from the Muggle stores had been made of wood. Harry had never seen one made of glass before.

The attached note said:

Harry — this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there’s someone untrustworthy around, it’s supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it’s rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn’t reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn’t realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup.

Bye —

Ron

Harry spun the top, but nothing happened. Harry thought it odd he’d never seen a Pocket Sneakoscope before, because he and Sirius had probably found just about every kind of magical toy there was. Maybe this wasn’t a toy. Or maybe it really was a rubbish souvenier.

Next, he opened Hermione’s gift. It was heavy, and he was expecting a book from her, but it turned out to be a Broomstick Servicing Kit. He was grateful for it — he’d nearly run out of Fleetwood’s High-Finish Handle Polish at the end of last year — except it made him frustrated he wasn’t allowed to use his broom.

He was about to open the third parcel, that had come with the Hogwarts owl, when he heard a door creak.

Harry looked up and saw his father walk into the dining room, wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas. He looked blearily at the lit gas lamps and then at Harry.

“You’re still awake?” James asked.

“I wanted to finish this before my birthday,” Harry said, and tapped his parchment.

James took a step back into the hallway to check the grandfather clock. “Ah, I’m sorry you aren’t finished yet, but happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“Your mum’s snoring, so I was just going to whip up a light sleeping potion. I see you already got some presents.” As James went into the kitchen, Harry followed.

“Yeah, Ron and Hermione. I think the last one’s from Hagrid. It came with my Hogwarts letter.”

“Wow, summer’s half over already.” James opened up the potions cupboard and pulled down a handful of bottles and jars. “We’ll have to get your school supplies soon.”

While James brewed the Sleeping Draught, Harry chatted about his presents from Ron and Hermione and the gifts they’d given him. When he’d finished telling his father about those, Harry started complaining about his essay. James had a few things to add to it, but not much.

“You should ask Remus on Thursday,” James said.

“But I want to be done with the essay now,” Harry sighed. “I want at least one weekend at Sirius’s.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to spend with Sirius,” James laughed. “I think your mother will agree that one month of grounding is enough. Besides, I miss playing Quidditch with you.”

Harry smiled. He had been suspecting for a while that his father was as gloomy about his grounding as he was. It was his mother who seemed terrified to let him out of the house. In her defense, she’d watched him fight an enormous basilisk at the end of May and nearly die from basilisk venom. She had earned some right to be over-protective.

For the hour that the Sleeping Draught simmered, James helped Harry finish his essay on witch burnings. That way they would have something to help argue to Lily that Harry’s grounding should be lifted.

Harry rolled up the parchment and sealed it. All summer homework was completed.

He went ahead and opened his present from Hagrid while James went to finish off the potion.

Inside the package was a book with scaly green binding, like a dragon’s hide. The title was printed in gold: Monster Book of Monsters. Harry didn’t get any further than that, because the book started snapping at his hands. Harry dropped it immediately. The book fell to the floor and started gnawing on the table leg. When Harry reached down to grab it, it bit his hand. He yelped, and his father came running.

James saw the book and dove to tackle it, but skittered away on its edge. James’s head hit the china cabinet. Thanks to some old Stabilizing Charms, nothing fell down. But the noise did wake Lily. The gas lamp in the hallway sprang to life and she walked into the kitchen with a robe over her pajamas.

“What is going on in — oh!” The book snapped at her bare feet and she quickly stomped on the cover, squishing the book closed. “Harry, James, what is this?”

James took the tie off of his own bathrobe and tied the book shut. “Harry’s birthday present from Hagrid. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised.”

“He says I’ll find it useful next year,” Harry said as he read over the birthday card Hagrid had sent him. “I wonder why.”

“What are the two of you even doing up?” Lily asked as she looked at the letters and wrappings on the table. “James, we’re doing presents in the morning.”

“These are from my friends,” Harry said quickly. “I was up finishing my homework and Hedwig brought them.”

“Oh.” Lily rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand. “It’s nearly three am. Both of you need to be in bed. Come on.” Lily turned off the gas lamp and the dining room went dark.

“Just got to clean up the potion, Lils,” James said. “Then I’ll be right —”

Before he could finish, a silver swan soared through the window. It passed through the glass, which surprised Harry. And then Harry realized it wasn’t a real swan at all, but some sort of silver projection of a swan.

The swan floated through the glass and came to rest on the table, where it vanished in a gentle burst of light.

“Alice?” Lily asked and turned the light back on.

“She never was good at the speaking part,” James said. “She’s probably just letting us know she’s Apparating —”

There was a loud knock at the door.

“Harry, can you put the cauldron away?” James asked, and followed Lily to the door.

Harry frowned, but did as his father asked. He had no interest in pressing the issue of being grounded.

He put the potion supplies back in the cupboard and washed out the cauldron, then replaced it under the sink. He was surprised he couldn’t hear his parents talking. The only Alice he knew of was Alice Longbottom, his friend Neville’s mother, and she was very loud. He turned the lights out in the kitchen, then the dining room, then poked his head into the hallway.

It was Alice Longbottom, still in the entryway. She was talking to his parents in hushed whispers. He only caught the end of it:

“We’ll both stay with you,” Lily said. “Harry’s been wanting to see Sirius anyway. Just give us a bit of time to pack.”

Harry didn’t understand at all. Alice left, and he heard the crack of her Apparating away once she crossed outside the Anti-Apparition line.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” James said. “Your mother and I are going to stay with the Longbottoms for a few days. You know we wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t important.”

Lily leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You’ll stay with Sirius while we’re there, okay? I’m sure you two will have a wonderful time.”

Harry was not very used to ruined birthdays. Last year had been the first disaster, visiting his Muggle cousin. This year, he’d expected to be ungrounded for his birthday, and to fly his broom again. But instead, he was being sent off to Sirius’s while his parents went to stay with someone else?

“I’m so sorry,” Lily said. “You know we love you, and we would never do this if it wasn’t an emergency. Go get your things you’ll want to take to Sirius’s. We’ll need to leave quickly.”

Harry grabbed the Sneakoscope and Broomstick Servicing Kit off the dining room table. He left behind the biting book.

#harry potter everyone lives #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #hp everyone lives #poa #hp fic

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heartslogos · 6 years

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newfragile yellows [335]

“The Lavellan clan has been in business for years,” Uncle Edric explains to Malika as they exit the car behind Mom’s, looking up at a huge antique of a building. It’s got these long windows and really intricate carvings in the stone archways and everything. It’s some sort of fancy person town house from back in the old days when something like evening dress and dinner parties was a thing. Malika’s read some really good fiction, she’d know about this. “But they’ve only started becoming popular in the past generation or so.”

“What are they in the business for?” Malika asks, following him as they enter through the narrow glass paned doors - there’s stained glass flowers on the doors and everything, this is some really fancy stuff.

“Weapons dealing,” Uncle Edric, “Is their front.”

“Wait, pump those brakes,” Malika frowns, lowering her voice as she whispers to her uncle, “The Lavellan family’s legal business is that they’re tailors for the elite. And that’s a front for their weapons smuggling. But that’s also a front? How many layers is this?”

“Cadash.”

Malika looks up and sees a very tall, very imposing Qunari man waving people into the house where they’re being checked for anything hidden.

“Bull. Malika, this is Bull, one of the Lavellan clan’s best muscle. He runs a merc group called the Iron Bull’s Chargers but they take on a lot of jobs for the Lavellans.”

Malika gapes up at the man who gives her a short nod.

“Oh my god, I heard about the job you did in Sarnia and it was amazing,” Malika gasps.

The Iron Bull grins, “I like this one.”

There’s a sharp whistle from deeper in the house and Malika sees mom impatiently waving for them to hurry up and join them.

“Any tips for handling your boss?” Edric asks.

“Grovel, probably,” The Iron Bull shrugs a shoulder, “Compliment her shoes? I don’t know. She’s been fighting with her brother over summer trends for the clothing business.”

“I thought that’s just a cover?” Malika asks.

The Iron Bull laughs, “They got really invested in the cover part of their jobs instead of the actual thing. Since I like you I’ll tell the boss to send you off with a hat or something. A souvenier.”

“I don’t know if my head is really hat-shaped,” Malika says as she follows her uncle deeper into the house, past several well dressed armed guards, “Dad’s always teasing me and saying I have a cone shaped head from how hard Mom had to push to get me out into the world.”

“Nonsense,” A blonde elf says as she holds the door open to a sitting room, “No such thing as a head’s not hat-shaped. Right boss?”

Malika gets her first look of the Lavellan family’s current boss and that first look is that she’s wrestling with a man who looks a lot like her - the brother - on the wood floor and there’s a lot of hair pulling, biting, and cursing.

“Someone poke them with a stick,” a man says from a bar cart as he’s pouring mom a drink, “A really long stick.”

Malika joins her mom and the man at the bar cart gives her a warm smile and hands her orange juice in a really nice glass. Malika looks around the room. It’s very pretty. Sconces and stuff. The ceiling’s got pretty embellishments around the light fixtures and stuff.

Bull joins them in the room and gets one hand on each elf and pulls them apart.

“I thought you guys were trying to look good for the other families?” Bull asks. “Speaking of, the matriarch of the Cadash clan is here. You know. The biggest Carta family on the surface of Thedas?”

“Florals are eternal,” The dark haired woman says, huffing as she fixes her hair.

“Florals are the most unoriginal spring look since the color pink,” The man snaps, straightening his jacket and grimacing at his busted lip, “For this season we’re dressing Evelyn in silver and lavender with touches of jade.”

“But it’s just so boring,” the woman groans. “Bull, tell me you agree on this.”

“No comment,” Bull replies, stepping away from the two.

The man and woman grumble, but turn to join Malika and her mom at the cart, pouring themselves some drinks as well.

“Hello again, Edric,” The woman says, “And Madame Cadash. Is this your daughter?”

“Yes,” Mom says, putting a firm hand on Malika’s shoulder, “This is my Malika. Malika, this is the boss of the Lavellan family, Ellana Lavellan, and her brother, Mahanon Lavellan. They’ve been arming our family for about ten years now and they do a damn good job of it.”

“And dressing your family,” Mahanon muses, “I designed the dress for your mother and father’s fifth anniversary.”

“I designed the one for their tenth, so whatever,” Ellana says smiling at Malika and holding her hand out, “I’ve heard so much about you. I was beginning to think I’d never get to meet you. Truly unfair as you’ve already met everyone else.”

“I wish I could say the same,” Malika says, “I mean. About hearing stuff about you. Hi. I. Uh. I like your shoes?”

Ellana blinks and beams, “Thank you!”

Malika, honestly, actually hasn’t seen Ellana’s shoes. She takes quick glance down and sees that the woman is wearing some smart, pointed, navy kitten heels with flowers.

“I told you these shoes were cute,” Ellana says to her brother who rolls his eyes and stalks off towards a desk covered in paper and fabric swatches. “Come, come. Let’s sit. Drink. Chat. It’s always a pleasure to serve the house Cadash. And while we’re at it - “

Ellana pulls out a roll of measuring tape, “Let’s get you a nice hat. To commemorate our first meeting.”

“I’m not sure my head is hat-shaped.”

“Nonsense, there’s no such thing as a head that isn’t hat-shaped,” Ellana says, waving them over towards a sitting area. “But we can talk about that later. Tell me, Lady Cadash, are you going to be entering the season this year? I know you skipped out last year because of that terrible incident at the border, but this year we would love to style your family. Mahanon and I have been playing around with designs for ages.”

“That depends, Ellana,” Mom says as they sit on a green and cream colored couch - Uncle Edric’s started talking to Mahanon over the table -, “Any information on who else is going to be doing the rounds?”

“You know that’s confidential, I couldn’t do business if I gave away information on families,” Ellana laughs and then her smile takes on a shade of dark, “But as one woman who appreciates fashion to another? Samson’s been looking for some…suits. Lots of them. Too many for one man to wear in a season. And he’s got the money for it, too.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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September 16, 2011

Lookie lookie whom I revived today :3

Yusss, it’s the sons of my pink Jinsei’s Pyonkotchi and my black Jinsei+’ Purimatchi. The little Harutchi is called Rob and the little Kutchitamatchi Joe (what? it’s been 7 generations since the last time I named them after Linkin Park members *hehe*). When I woke them up from their one and a half year long slumber, both had only one Hungry heart filled and barely any Happy hearts either. Of course I immediatly took care of that :3 I think I might aim for a Ura-Kutchipatchi with Joe and a Simasimatchi with Rob… Ah, we’ll see ^^ Oh, and while I’m typing this, both just got mail and are now proud little Kindergarten ‘students’ :D Btw, Joe already has souveniers from Canada, New York City, Japan and France/Paris, while Rob’s collection includes souveniers from Canada, NYC, Paris and Africa, as well as the king’s scepter and sword and two movie posters ^^ Those were their stats, when they went to sleep:

September 17, 2011

Rob got robbed (lol) today - the evil thief stole 100gp from him :/ Meanwhile Joe got a present from the king: yummy beef! Exactly what he needs to get his spirit skill points up <3 (I also already bought him a bunch of grapes for that reason *hehe*) Btw, I forgot to check, what food which tama likes and dislikes - so I gave Rob some Pizza and it turned out: He doesn’t like it! … How can there be any creature in this world, that doesn’t like pizza? What is wrong with you, Rob?! Get out of my sight! YOU ARE NOT MY SON! D:< /jk We also visited Tamatown and the boys’ moms and grandpas/uncles today, since the kids are still too young to get an own cellphone and just call them ^^

Awww… But wait! Who is this stranger, pretending to be Joe’s mom?!

His actual mom was a Purimatchi, wtf… Creepy creepy o__o’ At around 7pm (okay, on my tamas’ clocks it said 4pm) both of them evolved: Joe into Daiyatchi and Rob into Young Mametchi - so much for the Simasimatchi I hoped for :/ Guess I’ll go for a Zukyutchi then, since I already stocked up on sandwiches :D Since I still didn’t give up on my Ura-Kutchipatchi, both of the boys will have lessons with Mr. Canvas from now on ^^ (On a side note, I guess it’ll forever stay a miracle to me, where the teachers get those little poop piles from, that they’re hiding in the mini game >_>” Do they collect them on their way to work each morning? Like, follow ppl, who are walking their dogs, and get them there? The tamagotchi world = an everlasting enigma…) Anyways, here are my little ones taking their bath:

Later tonight, I decided to let Joe donate some points to the king, to at least halfway catch up with Rob in that matter, and His Majesty was generous enough, to give him his scepter as a souvenir to take home, in return. Jup, my boys and I had quite an interesting day ^^ Those were their stats, when they went to sleep:

September 18, 2011

Rob proceeds to get robbed D: I honestly start to assume, that the Tama King himself sends out those thiefs, because immediatly after the robbery, he “generously” gave Joe quite a lot of GP >_>”’ Aside from that, nothing interesting happened today, except my little ones being extra affectionate towards "mommy":

I tried to work on my problem of being unable to connect them, by resetting them, but it didn’t work. I still can’t make them visit each other. It doesn’t even tell me, that the connection failed or sth, they just don’t recognize each other’s existence at all. As if I pointed them at a wall. I can’t help but suspect, that one of the IR sensors broke - most likely the one of my V4.5, since this was the one, whose batteries leaked I bit, because I forgot to take them out *sigh* I don’t have the money to get a new Tama Connexion (leave out two, since I don’t know, which tama is broken), so… I guess, that’s it, then, eh? :/ Anyways, here are their stats after going to bed:

September 19, 2011

And another day without any interesting events went by, so all I have to post is a photo of the kiddos brushing their teeth...

... and their stats after going to sleep:

September 20, 2011

Today I've seen this on one of my tamas' screens:

First of all, my boys finally evolved, right after waking up. Joe (now an Ura-Kutchipatchi) immediatly went back to bed afterwards, while Rob (who became the Zukyutchi I hoped for) decided to spend me some company and try some of his items, which he couldn’t use as a teenager. I made him put on the skirt and, like already mentioned above, and suddenly found myself confronted with this:

Tentacles! O_O’ How can a skirt give someone tentacles? (Not that I’d mind, it just caught me somewhat off-guard. Years of watching anime actually made me like tentacles. A lot.) Here are some more pics of him trying on the bow, playing drums, and coming close to the screen after having looked into the mirror, while Joe is playing with some of his items, too, namely the sunglasses (he’s just so BAMF), the hat and the umbrella:

I guess I’ll try to turn Joe turn into a Mukimukitchi. Manhole is quite a fun game, so gaining the neccessary skill points isn’t much of a problem. By tomorrow, he should evolve again ^^ Here are their stats at the end of the day:

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Heyy! Can I request for the drabbles #11 and #101 but fluffy where they're at the theme park and Jungkook is making fun of the MC? Thank you :>

Hello! I am So sorry that you had to wait so long! I finally got time to write your drabble request, I hope you like it!

Admin Kasia

Words: 555

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

It was the perfect summer day. It was warm, you were in a theme park and on top of that, you were with your boyfriend Jungkook, spending this wonderful day with him.

The park was filled with a lot of people on this day. Kids and their families, groups of friends and other couples were having the time of their lives.

But not you. Your boyfriend had dragged you to ride this big rollercoaster which you did not want to attend. It was big, had many dropdowns, looping and other scary stuff. You were definitely not pleased with this sight, but Jungkook was. He was buzzing to finally ride this big metal thing. And suddenly you were on top of this rollercoaster. The waiting time went by so fast, that you couldn’t prepare yourself properly.

The rollercoaster looked already big from the ground, but on top of it, you could swear to see your own house. You prayed that the ride will go by fast und unnoticed. But this was not the case. The carriage of this damn metal thing fell down in a rapid space, making you scream in a high pitched voice. Jungkook, however, was laughing and having his fun throwing his hands in the air.

„Fuck! If I die, I am going to haunt you!“ You managed to scream making your boyfriend laugh even more. The ride continues with many up’s and down’s, throwing you through the whole carriage. To the left and to the ride. You grasp onto Jungkook, with hope, that he will magically stop this driving hell. But that was not the case.

Suddenly Jungkook took your hands, trying to get them into the air screaming,

„Put them into the air! It’s funny!“

It wasn’t. After the last turn, the ride came to an end. You hid your face in your hands, waiting to let your heartbeat slow down, as you felt your boyfriend staring at you. You glanced at him, seeing that he was smirking at you.

„What? Why are you smirking like that?!“ You asked him annoyed.

„You should have seen your face! It looked like this!“ He mimicked your face while laughing hysterically. „And your screaming! Hilarious! I should have recorded you!“ He continues as you both leave the rollercoaster.

„Hey! Don’t be an asshole, Asshole!“ You snapped at him, but his reaction surprised you.

Jungkook took you in his arms and put his chin on top of your head.

„Thank you for coming with me, I know how scared you are of rollercoasters.“ He told you and kissed your head.

„You knew and still dragged me with you on this? Mean…“ You pouted at him, making him once again laugh out loud.

„I wanted some fun! Come on, I will buy you this stuffed bear you thought was cute!“ He took your hand and lead you to the store, you were in with him and found this cute bear, which in Jungkooks eyes was ugly and did not want to buy it for you.

„ Oh, suddenly the bear is cute? Why so suddenly?“ You giggled at him.

„Yeah, actually he is still ugly. But you want this bear and I am going to buy you this thing as a reward.“ He answered you, as you both entered the souvenier shop.

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