#i think he DOES pick it up during the war and he does spend quite a bit of time fucking about with stephanivien
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like i personally am mch trash right idk that i will ever 90 another dps, but ive been thinking that after dragonsong ilya transitions out of black mage into red mage instead. makes more sense from a black mage pipeline perspective AND a looking into future confrontations perspective, 'cause like. as much as i love mch BECAUSE it's stupid. that rabbit would be dead.
whether i actually manage to learn red mage or not, lmao.
#probably learns it from alisae#he's just tired and sad and uncertain lmao and stormblood frankly does not help w that.#big spiral into a very weird very uncomfortable headspace#uncertain footing etc#also the more i think about mch in terms of the one on one fights in late game the more im like yeah he wouldnt be okay with that lmao#i think he DOES pick it up during the war and he does spend quite a bit of time fucking about with stephanivien#loses his eye and steph is like 'unfortunately your aim has gotten better'#but it isnt something he would choose to rely on#and he spent enough time w the lil weirdos in the thaumaturge guild that the magic comes pretty easy#or at least half of it probably he is always shit at the white magic half#cast rock on yourself once u get a lil spooked#baby mode blogging#need a baby mode lore tag
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I would really like to see tfp knockout join the autobots a bit earlier and not just after the war was over basically.
•Imagine him being in the base with a human reader who even though they seem reserved when they think no one is watching in the base one day you just put on the most ✨slutcore✨playlist there is(bcs we all know they were made for the quiet kids) and you are dancing to it quite well.
•Knockout secretly loves all these songs bcs they were exposed to them while searching for any autobot activity or sights of ancient relics in human software and loves your energy.
•While you are cluelessly dancing he goes like "Sweet Solus ,who would think that such a quiet fleshy hides such a diva inside."You are obviously embarrassed and frightened to death.
•After that even though he doesn't want to admit it he takes an interest in you.
•When he has finally gained the trust of optimus,the prime proposes for him to be paired with a human to adapt to the whole "hiding amongst humans" thing he goes "Oh fine,if you are going to pair me with a damn fleshy pair me with the one that at least knows how to have fun."
•You dont like being called fleshy but you appreciate the fact that he likes your taste in music.So you two get to know each other better.
•The first day he picks you up from school/university/job or whatever nearly the same songs you were listening to.You think he does this to tease you,but he just also likes them like previously said.
•Eventually you get to know each other and he quite likes you and the time you two spend together.Especially once you also open up to him.
•Despite your quiet nature you have quite smart remarks about human nature/culture and you tend to be really honest about human behaviour,without excluding yourself-trying to make yourself look better just because of those remarks.
•He really appreciates your honesty about the human species,your observations on cybertronian species and yourself.
•It turns out that you are not quiet because you are shy.You are actually quiet because you have very dark humour (or difficult to understand) and people dont like it most times.
{because they perceive you as insensitive and just feel uncomfortable around you and avoid you because they cant really figure you out.}
•Like one day during your conversation you slip a very dark comment accidentally and while you except to be met with eyes of judgement you are met with a loud wheeze and laughter for a solid five minutes.
•The poor bot is on his knees from laughter.
•If he is driving he has to pull on the side of the road to avoid accidents.
•After that incident your bond really gets stronger.
•He tries to help you to not care about what others think of you and just be comfortable and confident in yourself.
•You also help him when he needs reassurance /he has trouble adapting to his new lifestyle and gets in trouble with the autobots for it.Even when he misses breakdown you are there for him.
•You are the only person he does the activities he would with breakdown and its a big step for him because he doesnt want to feel like he is replacing him.
Favorite activities together:
•You like helping him with his paintjob and even help him find new ideas that make him look more gorgeous.If you have an artistic side he might even let you make a design on him yourself(And he looves it).
•You might even have a whole Pinterest board for inspiration.
•If you are into fashion he also tries to help you upgrade your style/skincare ect...He has great ideas and he also does a lot of research in secret.If you were gorgeous before,wait until you see after...
•Even if you are not into fashion (or dont know much) he tries to help you out .
•If you refuse he respects your decision but will always playfully tease you for it.
•He secretly still goes to illegal races,wich you always knew and never told anyone and eventually he takes you with him.
•You watch trashy american shows together.(arcee,ratchet and fowler are secretly also watching in the back)
•You love listening to music together while he is on patrol with you.
•He takes you to concerts around the world or to buy clothes/skincare products/home decorations.
•If holoforms are available and he decides to use it thats where the real fun begins.
•Once he gets used to the whole "fleshing" thing you do fun human activities shopping together,brunches,going to bars and clubs together,sleepovers ect.(He really loves his holoform)
•Only appropriate greeting :"Hi gorgeous"
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Drawing Matt truly calms my soul. Drawing fashionable Matt tho sets my heart on fire. The duality of man...
I've been thinking about Matt's younger years and these are some quick thoughts that I just can't get out of my head:
Matt was born, and for a while lived on Francis' big estate outside of Paris, before being taken to Quebec. Due to not being born on his own land and the uncertain state of New France at the time, Matt was a sickly child with a lot of health issues. Francis of course had no time nor did he have the interest to devote his time to his sickly baby so Matt had quite a few governesses and maids taking care of him. He would hardly see his father most of the time that he was in Paris. The time that they would spend together was short and mostly during social gatherings and parties hosted by the French elite where it was expected of Francis to show up and bring his boy. While not being completely cold towards his son, Francis wasn't the warmest father either. Matt would get whatever he needed in the material sense. He had the best clothes out of the finest fabrics, the best toys, and later on the finest tutors. He rarely received any kind of emotional support that a regular parent would give though. While having all these things, Matt in reality had received very little love from Francis. In the modern day, Matt is afraid and uncomfortable asking for basic needs directly as a result of this.
Because he would spend so much time on his own, Matt picked up the habit of reading long into the night. He has read almost all the books on Francis' shelves during his long stays in Paris. His favourite genres are any type of fiction and all sorts of encyclopedias. If he was alone he would read and try to cure his chronic loneliness with books.
Matt can draw pretty well. It's a skill he believes he got from Francis. He can draw anything from portraits to landscapes. As a child, he drew much more than he does these days.
Matthew would hear less and less from Francis before he was eventually traded for sugar colonies. He would receive fewer and fewer letters from his father. Still, he hoped his father would come and get him after the war was over and the dust had settled. Nothing of the sort happened though. Francis was nowhere to be seen and Matt was completely heartbroken for a very long time. The transition from a French colony to an English one was difficult for Matt. He would sit on his new bed in the English manor and cry until his little heart couldn't take it anymore. Getting to a point of numbness quite early on. The only consolation was his newfound brother. Alfred (for the time being) was godsent. While he was a bit too loud and a bit too excited, he listened to Matt and spent time with the boy. Alfred gave Matt attention which he so desperately needed. Matt finally had a friend.
Arthur was a different story altogether. At first to him, Matt was a small version of Francis. That in itself annoyed Arthur to no extent. What annoyed Arthur as well, was how much the boy looked like his father. At first, Arthur's treatment of Matt was cold and unrelenting. He didn't give the boy much thought and avoided him as much as possible, until finally realizing just how much the boy was in a need of a father and just how different he was from Francis. Being family-oriented, Arthur finally gave in and reluctantly read the boy his first bedtime story.
When Al left, Matt once again found himself surrounded by loneliness. Arthur was bitter and Alfred didn't respond to his letters. The only consolation was his uncle Alasdair who came around every once in a while for official business with Arthur (who for a while, neglected Matt due to his own grief). Though Matt suspected his uncles' visits were more to check up on Matt himself. Matthew hoped for the ladder to be true.
Sometime after 1815, Matt's and Al's relationship became more stable. They traded letters and visited each other more often. It took time but they eventually forgave each other.
I know these are not really written that well it's the thought that counts :))))
Aghhh i missed drawing my good boy so much!
#hws canada#hetalia#the hcs are pretty shit but i had to get it out there#myart#my art#matthew williams#historical hetalia#he look so much like francis in this one augsdhgkdglfdsadflsk#hetalia headcanons#my headcanons
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TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR FIC PRETTYPLEASE (holds bowl out like a starving orphan) 🥺
YAYYYY okay I'm gonna like. dump a whole bunch of stuff that bestie @blackmarketjoy and I have been thinking about and working on and stick it under the cut BUT a little amuse-bouche: I'm currently workshopping a goodomens fan-minisode fic Thing that's set in the 1910s where Crowley is disguised as a live-in maid tempting Some Rich Guy into greed and financial ruin with her demonic wiles and sexy ankles, and Aziraphale is disguised as a war nurse who's been quartered in the same Fancy Rich House with some wounded soldiers under her care because you could just do that sort of thing back then. It's a liiiittle Nanny Ashtoreth/Brother Francis-esque but not quite as pre-planned. Okay that's enough to get you goin here's all the extra nonsense (as Aziraphale and Crowley are both presenting as women in this Thing, she/her pronouns will be used for both throughout):
This whole concept actually originated from a DREAM I had that included Crowley in a vintage nurse's uniform because if I am known for anything it is my ability to be happy, big, and sexually normal. My friend Mifs then was like Oh what if Aziraphale was in a vintage maid uniform lol and that festered in my mind for a while. We ended up switching the roles around because it makes more sense with the timeline (since Az would have her bookshop by this time period and typically isn't wont to leave it for too long unless there's an extenuating circumstance) and is generally more in-character for Aziraphale to have the Helping People role.
As I've said before on this blog, I think it's Easy and therefore boring to reduce Crowley's skill of "temptation" to something purely sexual, especially when she's in girlmode. This isn't to say she's completely nonsexual in this fic thing, it's more fun for me if she isn't, but she's not specifically aiming to, idk, "inspire lust" or whatever. She's merely, idk, convincing this Rich Guy to make extremely bad investments while sitting in his lap or something, AND to reveal how much of an asshole this guy is. I don't know what the hell people invested in in the 1910s but I'm sure she'd pick something absolutely disastrous. Maybe she knew about the upcoming Great Depression
Meanwhile I think Aziraphale is here by complete accident, mostly bc I think it's funny when the universe pushes them together. Also because I'm imagining some sort of "Ugh, you again. What are YOU doing here?" "ME? I'm saving LIVES. I should be asking what YOU'RE doing here, foul serpent" interaction and I love it when women argue because they want to fuck each other
This whole thing is set during the winter because that gives Lots and lots and lots of opportunities for huddling for warmth, hand-holding, dramatic fireplace lighting, etc.
^ Related to huddling for warmth, I think Aziraphale (a little bit too excitedly) offers to room up with Crowley in idk, The Help's Quarters or whatever and they end up sharing a bedroom. Hayden idk if I've told u this but in the book Crowley sleeps despite not needing to (I don't Think this is ever mentioned in the show but like if a book thing isn't directly contrasted by a show thing it's canon to me) while Aziraphale doesn't, so I'm kinda just imagining Az spends all night reading while Crowley sleeps. But since it's cold as fuck Az eventually starts to like. read in bed under the covers while Crowley spoons her "for warmth." Also I know they don't Need light to see but I keep imagining Az summoning some kind of Holy Light to read by (maybe it's just one of the little human preferences they develop over time) and Crowley bitching about how bright it is and kinda pushing her face into Az's neck or shoulder "to cover her eyes." Yuri
Going back to some of the Rich Asshole Guy stuff. I think he's like, creepy and pervy and does a lot of Leering at both Az and Crowley, but is especially bad with Crowley since like "she's leading him on" or whatever. Both the Job minisode and the Edinburgh minisode can pretty easily be described as including some kind of "lesson" (almost always for Aziraphale) and I think it'd be fun to do a version of that where unfairly GOOD things (material wealth) are given to a BAD person, rather than the standard opposite. Ultimately the story would end with Rich Asshole Guy making some kind of unwanted advance and Crowley, having successfully driven him to ruin via his own greed, takes off her glasses and shows her eyes (I imagine he's asked her repeatedly to show her eyes, yknow in a You'd Be Prettier If You Smiled sort of way) and hisses and etc., Putting The Fear Of God in him before she and Az leave. Az could, idk, smite the guy or something too he'd deserve it
I think Az is like veeeery repressed sexually, somehow even moreso in girlmode than she is in guymode, and since Crowley is being Vaguely Sexy it's just the perfect yuri storm. Hayden u already saw the snippet I wrote about this but I'll recount it here anyway: Az pulls some like weird pseudo-victim blamey stuff on Crowley like "I don't know why you're surprised that he tries to look up your skirt, I don't know what you expected, pulling it up that high" bc she's working thru some stuff okay and that's the only way she can process the fact that she notices how much leg Crowley is showing at any given time. She knows better obviously and will admit as much it's just that divinity is a performance, yknow, and she's still trying to pretend to be dedicated to that.
IIIII keep imagining something with like Az smuggling human food and Crowley smuggling human alcohol and they have a little yuri dinner in like the courtyard or something, and Crowley gets to tease Aziraphale for stealing. And then Mifs added onto it this is All their ideas but it's really good so I'm paraphrasing it here: 1) Aziraphale gets sick of eating shitty watery period-accurate Soup For The Poor and decides to finally do something about it 2) since Crowley is a maid she'd have more access to the kitchen and leftover food and etc and since Aziraphale is a nurse she'd have more access to idk wherever rich people put alcohol because it's the 1910s and medicine is fake. So it's like them stealing bits and pieces away for each other yknow... themes
I think Some Rich Guy (who needs a name I'm very open to name ideas for all these side characters) should have kids so Crowley can kinda subtly turn them against him because idk, "honor your father and mother" is a Commandment and all that and therefore not doing so is A Sin even if your dad's a dick (Aziraphale can have a little Moment about this, I love putting her through Moments). I'm imagining this less in like a proactive Nanny Ashtoreth way (Hayden I know u haven't seen the show but Crowley's purpose as Nanny Ashtoreth is to instill as much evil into the child they believe is the antichrist as possible) and more in a "purposefully turning a blind eye and letting kids 'misbehave'" sort of way.
"Why doesn't Aziraphale just miracle her soldiers' wounds better" because she wants to spend as much time with Crowley as possible and she's enjoying the maid/nurse roleplay. Obviously. (When Crowley asks her about this she lies through her teeth, of course)
Another idea from Mifs I'm just gonna stick in here: Az has some kind of crisis because one of her soldiers is getting worse and Crowley has to calm her down about it. Shoulder grabbing, face grabbing, eye contact, hand-holding, etc. Very very psychosexual for them both. Also Crowley ends up doing something to help the dying guy, filling her Niceys quota for the minisode (but she's NOT nice! She's mean and she means it!)
OH working title for this courtesy of Mifs is "Of Lace and Lacerations" which I LOVE. Currently the Google doc I write all my ideas on is called "you like kissing girls don't you"
Idk how explicitly romantic (and possibly even sexual) this Thing is going to be, like the romantic tension is obviously obviously there but idk if there'll be kissing. I need to think on how "canon-compliant" I want this all to be (as romantic tension is very canon-compliant but explicit kissing and etc. is not so much). I've been thinking about a bonus feature at the end that's just nasty woman sex so stay tuned for that
And uhhh I think that's it! This is Way longer than I expected lmao but hopefully u enjoy it Hayden ily <3<3 and hopefully some other people enjoy this too! I'm very excited about how this has been shaping up so far and I really hope to write a real actual long-ish thing. This has been a really good exercise for me in story development, I think having the minisode structure to work within helps my ideas fall into place so much more easily (since I usually have a ton of problems with structure). Goodomens yuri forever I'm giving us the yuri minisode we never fucking got
#ask#skeletonsonparade#good omens#gomens#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#ineffable spouses#ineffable wives#good omens fanfiction#good omens fic#it's not Really fic okay but it Will be. when i'm done with her#of lace and lacerations
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𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖎 (𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊)
Summary: Hawkins, Indiana, 1986. A dead end town where nothing happens. One night, Eddie Munson goes missing without a trace. He turns up two weeks later on your doorstep, covered in blood and no memory of the last two weeks. When you notice him acting strangely, you follow Eddie into the woods and discover his terrifying secret. But the most terrifying part to you? You can't bring yourself to stay away from Eddie. Whether you've realised you're in love with him or you're under his spell, you don't want to be away from Eddie for a single second and a deadly love affair begins.
Author's note: I have no words to describe how thankful I am to everyone who read the first part and loved it! I was so worried that the hype around vampire!Eddie was long dead but thank you all so much for reading! Also bonus cookies to anyone who can name the song Reader listens to while walking into school; the only hint I can give you guys is that it's a British band's debut song 😉
CW: 18+, swearing, character death, sex references, potential smut in later chapters, vampire!Eddie, blood, scenes that people may find disturbing.
Word count: 4.6k
Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.
6:15AM came along again, reminding you that yes, indeed, you did have to go to school. Tumbling out of bed, you yawned as you looked at your wardrobe, your still mostly asleep brain trying to work out what to wear. You ended up picking out an old Star Wars t-shirt of your brother’s and a pair of blue jeans, almost falling over as you got into them.
Note to self, don't drink on a school night.
You weren’t entirely sure if you were still drunk, overly tired, or just massively hungover, the world didn’t quite feel real and tangible as if you were drunk but you didn’t remember drinking that much last night with Eddie. Come to think of it, you didn’t entirely remember how you got home.
Almost stumbling into the bathroom, you opened the cabinet and grabbed some Tylenol before making your way downstairs, picking up some sunglasses on the way. You tried your best to get to the sink undetected to swallow the pills but was caught by Jamie.
“My god, she awakens. We thought you were a goner last night.” He smirked into his coffee mug.
You glared at him through your sunglasses. “I’m fine.”
He nodded, finishing his mug, and placing it into the sink. “Mhm. Is that why you’re wearing sunglasses when it’s March?”
“Just take me to school, you ass.”
Jamie chuckled as both of you walked out to the car and drove to school. During the drive, you leaned over and turned up the stereo as loud as it could go, joining your brother in shouting the lyrics to West End Girls. While the music and the shouting making your head spin, getting to spend quality time with your brother was worth getting a migraine over.
Once the song was over, Jamie turned down the stereo. “I suppose we should talk about what happened last night.”
Sinking back in your chair, you shrugged. “I suppose so. I guess that’s why Stephen was a no show this morning.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “We talked a little this morning before he left, you’re not grounded, and he’ll properly talk to you when you get home. There’s no excuse for what he said to you, but he does want to apologize.”
Nodding silently, you pursed your lips together, unsure of how to respond. “So, I guess this isn’t the time to tell him I have a date on tonight.”
“Munson finally stepped up?”
“How’d you know it was with Eddie?”
Jamie smiled as he turned into the parking lot. “I’m your older brother, I notice everything.”
You smiled too, blushing a little. “So, do you approve?”
He turned the car off and turned to you. “More important question; are you happy?”
With the smile still on your face, you nodded. “I’m very happy.”
“Then that’s all that matters, as long as you’re happy and he treats you right, I don't care.”
You fist bumped your brother before you hopped out of the car, the sudden jolt instantly beginning your headache. Shoving on your headphones and pressing play on your Walkman, you tried to ignore the pounding inside your head, mentally making a note to talk to the nurse during periods.
As you walked into school, you felt your headphones being taken off your head. Turning around, you almost slapped whoever had done it but stopped yourself when you saw it was Eddie, grinning from ear to ear as he lowered the headphones. “You’re really hellbent on dropping that good girl persona, listening to a song about sex on school grounds. I should tell the principal.”
Taking back your headphones, you paused the song. “You tell the principal and I’m cancelling our date.”
“You’re still grounded?”
You smirked, biting your bottom lip. “Nope.”
“So, we’re still on for tonight?”
“Of course, I would’ve gone even if I was still grounded.” You were about to turn towards your locker when Eddie held your hand and kissed it, causing you to frown. “Why not give me a proper kiss?”
“Because, Juliet, I want to be a gentleman and wait until the first date.”
“Romeo wasn’t a gentleman.”
“Oh? You don’t want me to be a gentleman? You’d rather have me take you somewhere quiet and make you cum just by using my fingers?”
You blushed darkly, instantly feeling your desire for him rise within you as you imagined the scene. “Yeah, of course.”
“Not gonna happen yet, Juliet. You can get excited thinking about it until Friday,” he gave your ass a playful smack before walking away, the shit eating grin still present on his face.
“I’m going to kill you, Munson!”
While you weren’t a virgin by any means, you didn’t sleep around or have any friends with benefits. You had lost your virginity during a drunken one-night stand with one of Stephen’s co-workers at a New Year’s Eve party that year. It wasn't until after you two hooked up that he might’ve been… married. Your intention wasn’t to become his mistress or even see him again, you just wanted to lose your virginity and get it over with.
Even though your friends were all deemed “losers” and “freaks”, you couldn’t help but have the terrifying feeling of being left behind wash over you. You saw your classmates having relationships and going to parties, and while you crashed said parties; you wanted the life they had. And you certainly didn’t want to be the shy virgin when you went to college, you wanted to get out all the teenage hormones out of your system before you could call yourself an adult.
By the time lunch rolled around, you wished you were back in bed and sleeping, the pain killers you’d gotten around an hour beforehand hadn’t kicked in just yet and you felt worse than you did when you woke up. If you hadn’t felt better after lunch, you planned on going back to the nurse to get more pain killers.
You were quiet at the table, completely zoning out as the boys chatted happily. Eddie subtly gave your thigh a squeeze, causing you to look over at him. He gave you a slight nod, silently asking if you were okay. You gave him a small smile and nodded in return before getting up from the table, announcing you were going to get a soda.
After paying for your soda and opening the bottle, you made your way back to the table, humming a tune to yourself as you tapped the bottle. Just as you were inches from the table, Jason Carver and his cult of goons stepped in front of you, halting you instantly.
“Hey Y/N, I heard you and the Munson freak have a date tonight-” he started, a sly smirk spreading across his face.
Shaking your head, you interrupted him. “Jason, I have a splitting headache and I’m really not in the mood for your profession of love, so if you’d kindly let me get back to my table, I’d appreciate it.”
Jason laughed loudly, snatching the soda from you. “Oh, I’m not here for that. The boys and I just wanted to make sure you looked the part for your little date.”
You frowned, confused at what he meant but just as you were about to ask for clarification, the entire group emptied soda bottles, milk and juice cartons and water bottles onto your head, soaking you instantly.
Your bottom lip trembled as you heard the whole cafeteria erupt into laughter, everyone except Eddie who angrily got up from the table. “Hey Jason!” Eddie announced, waiting for Jason to turn around before punching him square in the face, causing Jason to fall to the cafeteria floor and the room to fall silent. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
Jason glared at Eddie, a bruise, and a large amount of swelling already starting to form on his face. “What the fuck did you just say to me, freak?”
Eddie’s fist clenched, getting himself ready for another punch. “I said, stay the fuck away from her, maybe you need your hearing tested.”
Jason didn't appreciate his attempt at sarcasm and began beating Eddie repeatedly and hard, everyone beginning to gather around the pair, chanting “fight fight fight fight”. Realising how dangerous the situation had become, you desperately tried to break up the fight but got elbowed hard in the face, either by Eddie or Jason, it happened too fast to figure out which.
Taken aback by shock, you walked backwards to try to get into the crowd, not noticing the blood dripping from your nose and down your face, onto your shirt. Instead of being let into the crowd, someone shoved you forwards, back into the fight. Wiping away the blood, you tried one more time to rip the boys apart, screaming at them to stop. You felt yourself being pulled down to the floor, the back of your head hitting the floor and then it all went black.
The fight was broken up soon after, with Jason and Eddie being forced into the principal’s office and you being carried into the nurse’s office. The crowd dispersed and the only thing on everyone’s mind was the fight that had just happened. Already, rumours were beginning to spread.
In the nurse’s office, you had finally regained consciousness, albeit you struggled to remember what exactly happened and insisted you were fine, and you just tripped. It wasn’t until Gareth gently broke to you that you’d been repeatedly hit in the face and your head struck the cafeteria floor, causing you to blackout.
He pressed an icepack to the back of your head, causing you to wince a little. “I need you to keep this on your head and get some rest.” You started to move your head to nod, but Gareth stopped you, moving your left hand to hold the icepack. “Don't move your head too much.”
Sighing, you pressed on the icepack, slowly raising your head to look at him. “Where’s Eddie?”
“Still with Principal Coleman.”
“Am I in trouble?”
Gareth shook his head, smiling slightly. “Nah, basically everyone can vouch for you that you tried to stop the fight, Jason initiated it, and Eddie threw the first punch.”
The thought of Eddie punching Jason because he was protecting and defending you made you feel a warm glow in the pit of your stomach and the ghost of a smile came across your face, but it slowly faded once you felt the pain set in from your swollen face.
“I’m gonna have to go back to class.” He announced, walking towards the door before turning to the nurse. “Is she gonna be okay?”
The nurse nodded, giving Gareth a gentle smile. “She’ll be fine, thank you for staying with her. She’s lucky to have you as a friend.”
Gareth gave you one last smile before leaving the office just as the bell rang, the annoying noise ringing in your head and bringing back your headache. The nurse noticed your discomfort, handing you a glass of water with some pain killers before leaving the room. Closing the door behind her, she was faced with Eddie.
“How is she?” He asked, nervously tapping his fingers against his leg.
“She has a mild concussion, a black eye, and a bloody nose. She’s lucky she didn't break something or crack her skull open. You boys need to stop playing roughly, someone’s gonna get hurt.”
“Is she going to hospital?”
The nurse shook her head. “No, we’ll keep an eye on her for the next few hours to see if she gets worse, but it doesn’t look like she'll need to go. You can go in and see her if you want.”
Eddie gave the nurse a nod before slowly walking into the office and closing the door behind him. He pulled back the curtain to see you sat on the bed, one hand for biting your nails and the other holding an icepack to the back of your head and staring at the floor. It wasn’t until you looked up that he saw how badly your face had taken the beating.
Honestly, you looked like shit.
Your right eye was so swollen, the eye itself could barely open, you had blood covered tissues shoved up your nose to stop the blood from dripping down your face and onto your t-shirt, although there already was a trail of blood covering the once pristine white shirt.
He kneeled in front of you, reaching out to touch your cheek but hesitantly stopped once he realised it would hurt you. “How’re you feeling, Juliet?”
A ghost of a smile came across your lips. “Like a peach. A very bruised peach.”
“I brought you something,” Eddie handed you a Hellfire Club shirt. He saw your eyes sparkling but cut you off to answer the question you were going to ask. “I was going to give it to you tonight, but I figured you wouldn’t wanna stay in a blood-stained shirt for the rest of school.”
“You still wanna go on that date when I look like shit?”
He frowned as he got up to sit next to you. “Of course I still wanna go, and I think you look like a badass with your black eye.”
Holding the shirt close, you subconsciously stroked the soft fabric. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
While Eddie didn't look as bad as you did, he still had bruises all over his face and his clothes were dishevelled. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would've kissed him. Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Sweetheart, you should've seen Jason.”
“Did you kick his ass?”
“Of course, bastard deserved it. Only got a week’s internal suspension for it, too.”
You raised your eyebrow. “A week’s internal suspension? Honestly, I was expecting worse. Like expulsion.”
He almost laughed at that, shaking his head. “Nah, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a long time, Juliet.”
Smiling, you nudged him with your elbow. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Now piss off while I get changed.”
Pushing himself off the bed, he chuckled a little before turning back towards you, kissing the back of your hand. “I’ll come pick you up at about 7, Juliet. Don't keep me waiting.”
Blushing darkly, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “No promises, Romeo.” You both smiled at each other shyly before he left the room, allowing you to get changed in privacy.
After changing, you sat back down on the bed, pressing the mostly melted icepack to your head and waited for the nurse to return. After almost half an hour, she returned to perform a check-up on you. It was decided that you would be picked up by Jamie and taken home, allowing you to rest for the weekend. When you were given your backpack back, you were also handed a note to give to teachers if you had any homework, allowing you not to do it.
When Jamie came to pick you up, you didn’t say a word and sat in the back of the car, putting your headphones on, and stared out the window. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about what had happened, you knew you would get blamed for trying to stop the fight and for getting hurt.
While you knew Jamie would never blame you for trying to do the right thing, you were just tired of the day and all you wanted was to get back into bed for a few hours and then have your date with Eddie.
Arriving home, Jamie helped you up the stairs and to bed, taking off your shoes and pulling the curtains to allow you to sleep without being interrupted. While you didn’t exactly sleep, you did enjoy being in bed during a school day and listening to the birds singing, and of course, knowing you had a whole weekend of no homework to look forward to.
At 6 on the dot, you slowly rose out of bed and bit your bottom lip as you thought of Eddie showing up at your front door, giving you that smile that made your knees weak and finally kissing you. Call Me by Blondie on your boombox, you carefully selected your outfit for the date. A simple white dress, light grey knee-high socks and your tried and tested denim jacket.
You looked at the outfit on your bed before going for a shower, being careful to go gentle on your scalp when you washed your hair. Once coming out of the shower, you checked the time. 6:23. Plenty of time.
Brushing your hair as gently as you could, you tied it up into braids to dry before getting dressed and sitting down at your dressing table. You gently began patting foundation and blush on your face to try to hide most of the bruising without looking like a bad circus clown, eventually giving up and accepting that you were going to look like the poster child for abuse for the evening, no matter what you did.
You took your hair out of the braids and looked at yourself in the mirror; your hair had curled a little but no matter how good your hair looked; you knew the only thing people would see was how badly your face was beaten up.
Sighing, you forced your feet into a pair of heeled boots, also grabbing your purse and jacket before leaving the room. Walking to the stairs and sitting down on the middle step, you stared at the front door and began waiting for Eddie to pick you up. You checked your watch; 6:59PM, he should be there any minute.
Only he never came.
Friday evening came and went. So did Saturday. And Sunday. Then it was Monday.
Still no sign of Eddie.
Walking into school on Monday, you looked everywhere for him but still nothing. It was almost as if he’d disappeared into a puff of smoke overnight, leaving nothing but a lot of unanswered questions. Eddie would sometimes spend the odd weekend in the city and not come back until Monday morning and spend the day hungover.
But he’d always say beforehand, and he never broke a promise he made to you.
Somewhere deep inside your stomach, you knew something was very wrong.
Once lunch rolled around, you made your way to the Hellfire table, instantly noticing Eddie’s empty seat. “Have you guys heard from Eddie?”
Gareth shook his head and replied through a mouthful of a BLT sandwich. “Nope, not since the last session on Friday. He said he was gonna go meet up with you before leaving and then he just never turned up for practice on Saturday.”
Frowning, you sat beside him. “Have you tried calling?”
Jeff nodded. “First thing we did when he didn’t show up to practice. His uncle picked up, but he didn't know where Eddie was either, assumed he was around yours.”
“Nobody’s thought to call the cops?”
Gareth's eyebrows raised so high, they almost looked look like they were going to go all the way into his hairline. “Dude are you crazy? Cops are gonna look through his stuff and instantly see his stash, then they won’t want to find a missing person, they'll be looking for someone to arrest.”
You leaned back in your chair, cursing loudly. Why the hell didn’t you think of that? Sighing, you pursed your lips together. “So do we just wait until he turns up?”
Everyone shrugged their shoulders, Jeff speaking up after a pregnant pause. “There isn’t much we can do, he’s a legal adult, he can come and go as he pleases.”
Bouncing your leg under the table, you shook your head before getting up from the table and disappearing into the school crowds. Using your doctor’s note, you stayed in the library for the rest of the day, knowing you were far too anxious to go to class and learn anything. You stayed in the library all day Tuesday, too, trying to distract yourself with whatever garbage novel you could find although nothing seemed to work.
Arriving to school on Wednesday morning, you jogged towards Dustin and Mike. “Dustin!”
Dustin turned to you, giving you a wide smile. "Hey Y/N, what's up?"
“You haven’t heard anything from Eddie, have you? Nobody else has heard from him since Friday.”
“He’s not with you?” Mike asked slowly, the cogs slowly turning in his head that perhaps Eddie wasn’t just crashing with you the whole time as he’d suspected.
You slowly shook your head. “I haven’t seen him all week.”
In unison, the three of you turned to look into the parking lot, noticing a cop car pull in as you all felt a sinking feeling in your stomachs. Eddie going missing wasn’t just him playing hooky anymore and everyone guessing and asking where he was, he was now deemed a missing person and the cops were going to be looking for him.
The cops interviewed every single member of Hellfire and eventually asked for you. You were pulled out of English class and taken into the cafeteria for questioning, already knowing how the cops were going to play it; Eddie was a runaway, and you knew where he was, you just wasn’t going to tell anyone.
“We’ve heard from friends of both yourself and Mr. Munson’s that he was on his way to see you on Friday.”
You nodded, trying to stop the constant anxiety. “Yes, we were going to go on a date.”
“What happened on that date?”
“Nothing… he never turned up.”
“Do you have people who can back you up on that statement?”
“Yes, my older brothers were home.”
One of the cops was asking all the questions, while the other was writing everything down in a notebook, not holding any interaction with you other than nodding. The one who asked the questions noticed the slight bruising around your face. “Did Eddie do that?”
“No, it was Jason Carver. Him and his group of friends poured soda cans over my head and Eddie beat him up for me. I tried to stop the fight and got hurt in the process.”
“You think Eddie ran away to get out of trouble for the fight?”
You frowned, shaking your head. “No, Eddie and Jason got internal suspensions for a week. Eddie wouldn’t have runaway over that.”
“When was the last time you saw Eddie?”
“At school. He came into the nurse’s office to make sure I was okay, and he said he’d pick me up at 7 from my place for our date. I know he had a D&D session after school and I’m assuming he went to that, but I didn’t see him after we met in the nurse’s office as I went home early.”
The cop who was writing finally spoke up after writing for a few seconds, nodding his head while you answered the question. “Do you have any idea where Eddie might be?”
Biting your bottom lip, you tried to keep your breath steady and not get upset. “I don’t know where he is. All I want is for him to come home.”
You were asked a couple more questions before you were dismissed, going back to classes, and trying your best to not make it obvious that you were crying. When the end of the school day came, Stephen was there to pick you up. Once he saw how upset you were, he hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and took you home, never once questioning you.
Once you were home, you instantly went to your room and locked the door, the only sounds coming from your room was Always on My Mind by Elvis on a loop.
For the rest of the week, you barely talked to anyone and when you weren’t at school or helping with the nightly search parties, you were locked away in your room. You hated herself for completely falling apart without Eddie, and you felt pathetic for being unable to function when he was probably just off somewhere having an adventure.
But something deep inside of you was screaming at you that something bad had happened to Eddie, but you couldn’t put into words what had happened or to not sound completely unhinged.
In your room, you kept one of Eddie’s missing posters under your pillow after remembering what your mother used to say to you; if you want your wish to come true, write it down on a piece of paper and put it under your pillow then you can dream about making it a reality.
It was massively childish but in that time, you needed something comforting.
Pulling out the poster, you stroked Eddie’s picture with your finger, your bottom lip trembling as if you were about to cry. “Eddie where are you?” you whispered. “I forgive you for standing me up, just please come home.”
Jamie softly knocked on your door, you slowly unlocked the door and letting him in. “I thought you might want some dinner,” he smiled gently, holding up a Burger King bag. You smiled sadly back, sitting back on your bed with a heavy sigh. He sat the bag down on your dressing table before kneeling in front of you. “We’ll find him, I promise.”
You shook your head slightly, sniffling as you brushed away a tear. “He was there and then he wasn’t, like I blinked, and he was gone. I feel like I’m moving in slow motion and everything around me is moving so fast and I just wanna go back to when all of this shit hadn’t happened. And there’s all this pressure like everyone is hovering around me waiting for me to do something and I can’t do a fucking thing.”
There was a pause before you continued.
“Something awful happened to him, Jamie. I just know it; I feel it in my soul. But I can't make anyone listen to me.”
He took your hands, gently squeezing them. “Whatever’s happened, we’ll find him. Now will you please eat something? Your burger’s getting cold.”
You sighed, nodding, and grabbing the bag. You didn’t entirely want to eat, but you knew you had to eat something, even if it was just a couple of fries and a few bites of your burger.
By the time the two-week mark of Eddie’s disappearance had rolled around, your anxiety had reached breaking point. You couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, all you could think about was where Eddie could be.
Late Sunday night, you were awake and staring up at the ceiling, going over your last conversation for the ten thousandth time, debating in your head if there was some hidden message you’d missed but found nothing. Sighing, you sat up to take a drink, only to see your glass was empty. Rolling your eyes, you slid out of bed and dragged yourself downstairs.
Filling up your glass, you took a long drink before filling it up once again. Then you felt a strange feeling, something inside of you was telling you to go to the front door. You tried to brush off the thought by going towards the stairs, but the feeling only seemed to get more intense the closer you got to the front door.
Rolling your eyes to yourself, you carefully placed your glass on the stairs and walked towards the door. All you were going to do was open the door and prove to your silly sleep deprived brain that there was nothing there. Opening the door, your heart almost dropped out of your chest. Standing there, covered in blood and torn clothes; was Eddie.
#spilled ink#who wants to live forever#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson#eddie x reader#vampire!eddie x reader#vampire!eddie#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson x reader
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somehow, now i have a lot of tobi/hikaku thoughts? like jesus christ this is halfway to a fic outline so i might as well add it onto my endless list of things to write. so uh:
In the early days of the village Tobirama and Hikaku quickly come to realize that the other is one of the only others around who will just buckle down and Do Their Fucking Job without causing a bunch of unneeded drama. They start to see the other as dependable and even though they have their prejudices they’re both willing to hear the other out on things without immediately starting arguments (unlike Tobi with SOME people). Tobirama maybe even fully admits that he has trouble fully trusting the peace/the Uchiha, but Hikaku finds that when he takes the time to explain the logic of why the Uchiha do things the way they do.Tobirama is able to accept them and start to move past it. (Hikaku also probably spends a lot of time carefully bringing up Tobirama’s ideas to Madara in a way that makes him think HE thought of them, just so they actually get done). So they work together a lot and end up being like. Office buddies with a pretty big mutual respect, and as time goes on they just become full out friends going out for drinks after work etc etc.
Hikaku slowly becomes a victim of the dangerous+pretty+competent problem Tobirama poses and starts catching feelings. Like he ends up pining and ANNOYED that he’s pining because not only is this not his first time w/ a stupid unrequited crush (Madara and/or Izuna take your pick) he knows that even IF his feelings were returned actually doing anything about them would be a huge political nightmare. He’s got this feeling of maybe being a little inferior -- he’s a good shinobi, sure, but he doesn’t hold a flame to Madara/Izuna/Hashirama/Tobirama when it comes down to it. A lot of his best skills are in like, logistics, not decimating the battlefield (which Tobirama likes quite a lot actually cough cough). He’d have to do something crazy to attract someone like Tobirama’s attention (which during the war was actually a good thing!!)
Tobirama meanwhile is in denial that they are even friends for a while, but I think when he realizes that they are (the catalyst probably being like. Hikaku just does something Nice for him b/c he’s a nice guy. Which no one really does for him! but Hikaku did!) he dives straight from ‘oh we are friends’ to ‘oh i’m kind of in love with him’ and then gets PISSED at himself, because surely he’s not the kind of person who will just fall for the first person who is kind of nice to him?? It takes him a while to work through his feelings. But in the end Hikaku is someone who he respects a great deal which is why that act of kindness mattered so much to him in the first place.
I’ve got no idea how the confession happens. tobirama is probably really straightforward about it (or god, maybe hes like “you’ve always been good at explaining things so riddle me THIS why do i like you so much??” and he is genuinely asking). From there like you could go “they both know they like each other but because the Uchiha as a Whole still hate tobirama there’s nothing they can do it about it and it sucks” (and if this is in a more canon compliant situation. good lord but tobirama as the hokage and hes in love with Hikaku and this is their best chance to do something about it and they STILL can’t) or you could have the Very Funny Scene of Tobirama trying to figure out Uchiha courting customs + what the fuck he has to do to convince Madara to allow him to try them.
(also as a bonus thought. Hikaku developing his mangeko bc of tobirama dying/almost dying thank you for your time)
and FURTHERMORE I also had thoughts about tobirama/hikaku/madara vis a vis tobirama/hikaku ending up in a relationship.
ver 1 is like -- he allows tobirama to court hikaku but he DOES NOT trust itand keeps inserting himself into the entire process, and in the end tobirama and Hikaku are kind of powerless to really stop him? from doing that. Madara is so mad that they’re actually kind of romantic with each other?? But also somehow in the process he ends up endearing himself to tobirama by being cringefail (and Hikaku already liked him on the dl) They end up bringing him into the relationship before he even realizes he wants to be in it.
ver 2 is Tobirama and Hikaku ending up married and like. Domestic and happy much to literally everyone’s surprise. Madara wants that SO BADLY that he keeps going to all the married people he knows just to get a mere hint of it. But Hashirama sees him as a good friend/brother, and Izuna, whatever the hell is going on with him, is his actual brother and doesn’t see much weird with Madara wanting to hang out with him, even if him wanting to hang out with him and his S/O specifically all the time is a little weird.
But Tobirama and Hikaku are Not Related to him and draw very different conclusions about what he wants to get out of spending time with them. I think Tobirama maybe relates to Madara a little more than he wants to here because he, too, was desperate for intimacy before he had it, and Madara must be down BAD if he’s willing to spend time with Tobirama. Which, he is, but I think Madara saw how happy they ended up -- reverse relating to Tobirama bc he saw how Tobirama was before and how he is NOW, and decided ‘they can fix me.’
#i feel like htis is an example oh how my brian will take a passing idea and just not let it go#I JUST WANTED TO DRAW SOME LITTLE SKETCHES NOW THIS ???#like. for the record. i havent drawn any smut in?? 3??4? years??#and now i ahve and its for TOBIRAMA AND HIKAKU???#at least im not alone in this having a fandom w/ more than 2 ppl in it is refreshing okay#naruto blog for naruto things#tobihika#oops! no writing tag
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obito :)
favorite thing abt them:
hmm i think my favorite thing abt obito is that like. there is genuine compassion behind what he does. like as mean and abrasive as he presents himself, there is suffering behind it and there's compassion behind it and he genuinely wants to build a better world. like that scene during the war arc when the godtree is abt to bloom and he addresses the ppl on the field and he's like "be still .. you've endured enough. its gonna be over soon." i remember being quite moved when i got to this scene for the first time. i just always like this mixture of violence but also desperation and suffering that kishimoto puts into his villains lol. and i think obito embodies that the most
least favorite thing abt them:
i think my least favorite thing abt obito is the hokage thing w naruto and kakashi at the end after his redemption. like we get it, youre one of the good guys now but u dont have to suddenly full-on support the shinobi system that u before this point spent 15 years condemning and hating lol. i mean its probably more kishimoto's fault for always dividing his characters into bad guy villains and bootlickers only but if we go down that route, no character is to blame for anything they said. so yeah. couldve just shut it instead obito.
favorite line:
this one! its more of a monologue than just one line but i like this a lot:
brOTP:
ok so this might read a bit like a diss on him lmfao sry obito but i think him and rin are great as friends. i dont get the feeling that she reciprocated his romantic feelings. but she cherishes him and loves him as a friend and i think the two of them were so harmonious and sweet w each other as kids. so i choose them :)
OTP:
hmmm i dont rly have that many ideas abt obito in romantic relationships aside from rin tbh. altho i do think that him and kakashi are quite juicy together :) so i pick them sfshgesgds
nOTP:
obito x madara is a no for me. first of all bc madara's already deeply in love w someone else. but also there's just way too much control and psychological violence there from madara's side for that to be enjoyable for me. like the power dynamic between them is just too one-sided. also obito wants him dead in a ditch. and madara is literally around 80 years or so older than him lmao so that gives it kind of a weird vibe for me, too.
random headcanon:
obito is a coke fiend and the only reason why the akatsuki took so long to gain all their funds was that obito kept using up all their budget to get high. i KNOW this is true. cant keep up a madara-level god complex without medical support.
unpopular opinion:
so i havent rly seen that much obito meta recently (or any at all actually). so idk if this is still an unpopular opinion. but i think obito being convinced to change his path and join naruto against madara is quite sensical for him actually. obito is 1) more emotionally motivated and thus can also be influenced emotionally (unlike madara) and 2) much of his views kind of hinge on his ability to make others confirm them for him. as in breaking others down to the point of them adapting a similar worldview as him. obito did that with itachi by helping him w his genocide, he did it w nagato and the akatsuki as a whole but he couldnt do it w naruto. and thats why naruto could convince him to change his views.
song i associate with them:
i think the song i associate most w him is red light, green light by the kiffness. the song itself doesnt rly have anything to do w him lol but i listened to it a lot at the start of last year when i started getting into naruto again and was thinking abt him all the time. i also remember spending all afternoon drawing him some time while listening to the song .. so its forever kind of associated w him :')
favorite picture of them:
couldnt decide for just one, so i picked two. the first one cuz it kind of shows what i said above. he comes off pretty adversarial and bitter but u can see that there is also pain and hurt in his expression. the 2nd one just cuz i love the vibe :)
#sry for how long this became .. who tf's gonna read all that .... but thank u sm for asking him!#havent thought abt him this much for a while#so it was fun remembering all this :)#fragen#obito#naruto ask meme#character ask#also i just realized headcanons are supposed 2 be things u believe are canon without them being stated as such in the actual canon .. right#not just things u'd find funny? well. guess narutoverse has cocaine then#according to me 😌
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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)
A/N: I would die for every child in this story -Danny
Words: 2,268
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2008—2009
"What if we skip the press and go straight to the party?"
"They'll ask you questions whether they see you in front of a speaker stand, or by the bar."
Mel shook her head in defeat. "Well, at least the kids get to stay."
"I won't take my children to the ministry if I can help it, especially James."
"Lovely parenting, Glasses, talking ill about your kids behind their back..."
They were getting ready to attend a dinner celebrating Mr. Greengrass's trajectory, fifty years of devoted work trying to understand the secrets of the wizarding world. Mel and Harry were a few of the carefully selected guests.
Mel, with her research on obscurial going steady, was on the brink of another great discovery, which of course, would be the cherry on top of her boss's career since he was nearing retirement.
"You know what Erick told me the other day?" The woman continued, brushing thick locks of hair and pushing them one by one over her shoulders.
Harry hummed to let her know he was listening.
"He's starting a business with Anne," she smiled at her reflection. "He wants to pick up where his grandad left it."
Harry looked at her in surprise. "That's great! What does he and Anne have in mind? Tellies and phones?"
"Think so," she nodded. "But if he does this, he'll quit his current job, which makes me sad." Mel sighed and got up. Harry didn't ask why, he knew.
"Office hours might get duller without him, but you'd still get to see Ron, 'Mione and me during lunch hour."
"That's not what bothers me," Mel replied. "You know I can handle dull, it's just... we've slowly been growing apart from everyone. Haven't you noticed?"
"By everyone, you mean..?"
"Our friends. Neville, Luna, the twins... I mean, we see them at birthday parties, holidays and all that, but we used to see each other almost every weekend—"
"You worry you won't get to see Erick as often as you do now?" Harry teased her. "He lives fifteen minutes away—On foot!"
"Well, he's still my best friend!" Mel argued.
"I thought I was your best friend."
Mel huffed and lightly stomped her foot in frustration. Harry smirked, all those years together and she was still as easy to tease as when they were little.
"I worry we'll grow apart, okay?"
"When has that ever happened to the people we know? Take Remus and Sirius for example. It only took a few days for them to be back in—"
"Yeah, but that's just the thing, it's not like we can go back to being students at Hogwarts, cause the one time we all hung out together Erick and I were dating, and after that, no other routine lasted, did it?"
"Is this your way of telling me you've fallen back in love with Erick, or..."
"Glasses!" Mel approached him with a scowl. "I'm saying that we aren't getting younger, and we got kids, jobs, and projects that are leading us in different directions—it's not like before, when the war ended and all we cared about was spending time with each other, and having fun. It'll never be like that again and..."
Mel took a quick breath that came out shaky and Harry realized she was spiraling. He stopped his teasing and reached out to stroke her hands, his shoulders tensed when he realized her skin was cold and sweaty.
"Look up," he spoke. "Look at me."
Mel's pout turned more prominent, but her breathing steadied. She held onto Harry's hands tightly.
"Your job won't keep you from having company. You'll never be lonely, not for as long as I'm alive, and I've already made up my mind that I won't die before you do, so stop worrying."
Mel chortled at his words. "Yeah, I believe you'll find a way to keep that promise."
Harry moved his hands to cup her face, stroking it with his thumbs. "Changes are good. I know you don't love them, but so far it's always bettered our days in one way or the other, right?"
"Right."
"Think that in a couple of years, we'll all be old, and we'll have tea every late afternoon in our back garden with Erick and Anne, and everyone else with come during the weekends. How does that sound?"
"Sounds extremely monotonous," Mel said. "I like it."
"All you have to do is be patient," he reminded her.
Mel groaned and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Time is my biggest enemy."
"I know," he laughed. "We should take a break next summer, let's take the kids and go camping. And let's invite Reg and Teddy so they can babysit while we have fun."
Mel laughed and kissed his cheek. "Can't believe it's been ten years since I thought I'd lost you forever," she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And now I'm planning vacations with you and our babies."
Harry kissed her temple. "Not a single second wasted."
Leon Regulus is in the Gryffindor common room, reading the newest article about his sister and grinning every time he stumbles upon a sentence like "her elegance stuns every guest", or some rubbish like that.
He finds that amusing, knowing how much Mel despises it. Reg stares at the picture of his sister standing next to her boss with Harry beside her, his classic scowl that he only wears in public events.
Most kids in Hogwarts believe Harry Potter is a broody and mysterious man, and they're always asking Reg if he's scared of his brother-in-law, but Reg always answers that he likes Harry a little too much to care whether he's nice or not.
He always forgets to mention there has never been a day in which Harry isn't smiling or joking around when Reg is visiting. He'll keep forgetting, most likely.
He glances up from the newspaper. At the nearest wall, he sees the Gryffindor Quidditch team's pictures, every team dating from many centuries back is on that wall. He's just realized that Mel, Harry, and probably most Weasleys are there, and he's never seen a picture of his sister in Quidditch uniform. He gets up and walks up to it feeling weirdly excited.
Regulus finds the photo right away. Written at the bottom it reads: Gryffindor Team, 1996-1997. Harry, the seeker and Captain, is seated in the middle of the beaters. Mel is on his left side, and there is a blond boy on his right Reg doesn't know. Ron and Ginny Weasley are standing behind them at opposite ends, with the other two chasers between them.
The people in the image move as every magical picture does in their world, and the younger versions of Mel and Harry keep teasing each other. The rest of the team seems to be having fun too, but it's blatantly clear that Mel and Harry are in their own little world, whispering stupid jokes to make each other laugh.
"Hey, Leon! What's—"
The boy hushes Layla and points at the photo. "Look at them. They look like idiots."
His friend makes a little noise of delight. "They're cute!"
Reg smirks. "They're awful, it's like they're about to kiss."
"Hey," Layla squints and focuses on the girl. "Your sister doesn't have scars in this picture..."
"'Course not, that happened at the end of their sixth year," he explained. "When Dumbledore died."
"Ohh, I see," Layla looks back at him with her big green eyes. Sometimes she reminds him of Luna Lovegood, she's definitely just as mental. "Does it feel weird, knowing all the things that happened to your sister while she was at school?"
Reg thinks about it. "Sometimes. Not always, though. I like to think more about the stuff that happened that wasn't history-worthy."
"Like what?"
"Like her cat Grey, the one that passed a few months ago, Harry gave it to her when they finished their first year. Or when the Weasley twins sent a love letter to her but it was actually a poem making fun of her, and she almost killed them for that," he laughs.
Layla laughs with him. "Books make it look like your sister had an awful time here, but it doesn't sound like it was that terrible."
"Not at all," Reg sighs. "Mel loved this place, she was nervous during my first year, she wanted me to have fun but I was having a hard time, she promised it would get better."
"And has it?"
The boy shrugs. "I miss my friends, but Teddy Lupin starts next September, and Vicky Weasley and Emily Flint the year after. I have to be patient."
He continues to stare at his sister's photograph. He'd already been born by then, his father had died a few months before, and yet she was flirting with Harry like she had no care in the world. He's not upset about it at all, if anything, his family is a collection of brave, kindhearted people, and it's thanks to them that Reg finds his courage even when he's feeling alone.
"Anyway, you up for a game of chess?"
"Hard pass," Layla wrinkles her nose. "How about we visit Hagrid instead?"
He places an arm around her shoulders and guides her out of the tower. "Let's get Penny and Finn, they're probably rubbing their noses raw on library books."
"Mummy!"
Mel looked away from the bushes she was pruning just in time to see Emmeline and James run up to her dragging their backpacks behind them. It was Anne's time to pick up the kids from school, and she had Emily and Elizabeth with her. Little Josephine followed Mel's twins without really knowing where they were running to.
"My babies are back!" The young mother knelt and opened her arms to welcome her children. "How was school?"
"I drawed this for you, mummy!" James pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper from his backpack.
"You drew, love," Mel corrected him, holding the piece. "Why is Daddy's hair blue?"
"I couldn't find black crayons."
"Mummy, can Josie stay the night?" Emmeline pleaded.
Mel glanced up at Anne. "Oh, love, she has to ask her mother for permission, isn't that right?"
"We'll talk once we're home," Anne crossed her arms. "Josephine stole someone's lunch today."
"I didn't!" Squealed the four-year-old, her big eyes widening with outrage. "I traded it!"
"Mum doesn't like it when you do that, you know it," Emily reprimanded.
"Telltale!" The little girl pointed at her eldest sister and scowled.
"Josephine, don't point at your sister like that!" Anne scolded them. "Lin..." the woman turned to Mel's daughter and spoke in a polite tone. "I'll let you know before dinner, okay?"
Emmeline looked between the two girls and their mother, she decided not to press the subject. "Okay, thank you..."
"Thank you for bringing the twins," Mel said, giving back the drawing to her son.
"Don't mention it, it'll be your turn tomorrow," her friend replied.
Mel got up and smiled at Anne briefly, sometimes she was glad she didn't have kids that varied much in age, it seemed harder to keep up with all of them. Anne and Erick loved their children, but they were challenging more often than not.
"See you!" James waved enthusiastically when their friends started to leave.
Mel took her kids inside and took their backpacks. Harry's voice came from the babies's room.
"Are the twins home?"
"DAD!" James ran up the stairs and nearly gave them a heart attack, but the boy got to his father unharmed. "I drew you!"
Harry picked him up and seized the drawing his son was offering to him. The man's smile grew. "I do think blue is my colour. What do you think, Mellow, should I dye my hair?"
"Go for it," Mel replied humorously, taking Emmeline's coat and hanging it next to the door. "Matt and Lily?"
"Taking a nap—that means no yelling," Harry said the last part giving a pointed look to his son, who was already trying to escape his hold to look for his younger brother.
"But I want to show my drawing to the babies," James pouted.
"You can show it to them during dinner, come on..."
"Dad," Emmeline stood at the last step of the staircase anxiously. "Can I tell you what I want for my birthday?"
Mel and Harry shared a look, they still had a little more than a month to go before the twins's birthday, but Lin's attitude intrigued them.
"Yes, darling?"
"I want an owl," she said shyly.
"An owl?" Mel raised a brow. "Why?"
"Hedwig is too old to fly," Emmeline said, repeating what her father had mentioned a few days ago during breakfast. "But I'm learning to write—And... well..."
"She wants to write to Uncle Paddie," James giggled like he was telling them a secret. "Because he's writing to the Flint girls, and he's writing shmancy things like 'Yours truly'—Josephine said that he likes her sisters more than he likes us, and it made Lin cried."
Mel looked at her daughter. "And you want an owl so you can send letters to Reggie?"
"Yes." The girl admitted, squeezing the fabric of her shirt between her chubby fingers.
"But you can't write yet," Harry pointed out.
"But I'll learn!" Their girl whined, and it looked like she was on the verge of tears, but Emmeline could cry on command, so Mel and Harry stared at her unfazed.
"I have a better idea," Mel knelt next to her daughter and held her hand. "How about I help you write a letter for Reg? We can surprise him before the school year ends."
"Can I sign it so it says 'your dearest niece'?" The girl asked, her baby-blue eyes glistening with hope.
"Well, it's your letter, so you must," Mel held back a grin.
Emmeline liked romanticizing the little things in life and often suffered from her brother's plainer approach to it (he was a lot like Harry). Lily was too young to join her sister's imaginings, so it was Mel's duty to take her daughter's fancies very seriously.
"Can you please send him the drawing I made, mummy?" James requested.
Mel laughed then. "Sure we can, Jamie."
Next chapter ->
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unprompted asks // accepting.
@drolliic // A hand settles firmly on Aether's shoulder before Kazuha speaks. "When was the last time you took a break, Aether?" although it's posed as a question, a gentle smile dangling from it, wandering samurai has no qualms to quite literally pick the Traveller up and personally make sure he takes some time to himself.
HE IS NOT SO FOOLISH AS TO IGNORE THE THREAT IN THOSE WORDS — naïve as Aether has the potential to be at times, ( or perhaps they are simply in denial, preferring to see the best in others because cynicism would lead their immortal life to be a more lonely existence than it already is. ) he is not so foolish to be unable to figure out that it is no question, but an insistence he takes a break from the daily routine of helping others that has taken quite the toll on his health as of late.
( helping has always been a welcome distraction from grief, proof they have had an impact, that they exist, that they did not simply watch idly as worlds fell into ruin. )
The hand on his shoulder feels both light & heavy at the same time — it is almost dizzying, to realise his perception of the world is off-kilter enough that he can't tell which it is supposed to be. Or maybe it only feels light because he is unused to touch, these days, even that which is firm & intended to ground him, or so he thinks. He's not quite sure, actually, what the purpose of it is, except that maybe Kazuha is trying to keep him from running away like he does most of his problems.
( or to still their hands, to take their attention from their attempts to sort through their current tasks. )
Truth be told, Aether is uncertain of where to begin with his answer to Kazuha's question, if only because he hasn't a clue what constitutes a break. If a break can be unwilling, then perhaps the two months of travelling through the wilderness before he came upon signs of civilisation might count, or the five hundred year sleep that was forced upon him before that.
But what of a willing break, the sort that one might call a holiday? Try as he might, Aether comes to the conclusion after an eternity ( what must have only been a few minutes ) of thought that he has not taken a break in recent memory — he & Lumine had travelled from world to world, carving out places for their own history, taking sides & casting judgement on others in warring galaxies that would later tear themselves apart no matter what Aether said & did.
( they have tried, of course, to still their hands & ignore the itch for validation via helping others. it has never worked. )
❝It's been long enough.❞ This is the only semi-honest response he can formulate, if only because he's concerned that Kazuha might see right through him if he makes any attempt to lie — after all, the evidence of sleepless nights must reside somewhere within his expression for the other to approach him at all. Either that, or he has simply been talked about by others having done enough as of late to warrant some sort of concern.
( they worry, briefly, that perhaps the mask of optimism has slipped. they hope he has not seen right through them into the harsh reality of sadness that tends to weigh them down. )
❝I mean, I take breaks pretty often.❞ It's a lie, Aether is sure that he can tell, if only because his constant travels would make that a rather interesting feat — in the end, there is only so much time to relax when he is constantly drifting from place to place, searching for something to do. Idling only tends to fuel boredom & allow grief to fester where it is unwelcome, so what little free time he has is often spend remodelling his teapot to meet the aesthetic demands of his companions.
( it may be a place for them to live during their time on teyvat, but they much prefer to welcome the company of friends by making it appeal to their companions than trying to figure out their own tastes & risk living amongst the ghosts of their past. )
❝But if you're really sure I'm in need of a break, I can spare some time. It's been a while since we did anything together, after all, so I don't mind.❞ The words are accompanied by a flicker of happiness in his eyes & a warm smile that does not quite reach them — it hasn't done so in a very long time, but that does not matter much on days like this, where fleeting joy takes root within his heart.
❝I can always finish this all another day, I'm sure.❞
#002. ❝transmissions: down with the fallen.❞ — answered#& fandom — genshin impact#100. ❝like i’m trapped inside a wrong dimension.❞ — aether#101. ❝i know life is a journey.❞ — V1 ( traveller )#drolliic#addressed to — kazuha (drolliic)#( aether never takes breaks on his own tbh. )
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prongsfoot anon from last night just coming back to say that yes omg moonseeker is fantastic and the prongsfoot and moonseeker combination is so ideal. i love sirius, remus, and james in any combination, but i usually prefer to have all three of them be involved in each other’s lives no matter what the specific romantic ship is if it isn’t wolfstarbucks (wolfstar moonchaser prongsfoot etc) so prongsfoot and moonseeker together is just perfect to me!
i can imagine a post-war scenario where james & sirius are together and have harry, and remus is either living with them or he spends most of his time at godric’s hollow when he’s not working; he doesn’t date and he hasn’t really concerned himself with finding a partner. he’s just happy all four of them survived the war mostly intact, and he focuses his attention pretty much entirely on james, sirius, and harry, the former of whom aren’t exactly chomping at the bit for remus to date anyone either (they’re all a bit codependent, always have been, but are particularly so after the war, especially if the stuff with peter still happened). so they’re happy! things are good!
regulus meanwhile is doing okay, and he’s also at godric’s hollow quite a bit, but he’s a lot lonelier because he tends to put himself through periods of self-imposed exile because of a general sense of guilt for things that happened during the war, or things that happened during school, or his and sirius’s childhood, etc. he also hasn’t been dating, but that is in part due to the fact that he’s had a frankly massive crush on remus since regulus was in at least 5th year. his feelings only became stronger when they work together during the war, after regulus switched sides. he loves how sweet remus is and also how absolutely unhinged he can be (they definitely unalived some death eaters together a few times). he ignores all of this for awhile because he thinks either james and/or sirius are dating remus, then once he finds out that isn’t the case he doesn’t do anything about it because he thinks remus won’t be interested in dating his best friend’s ex-death eater little brother. but one day remus comes to grimmauld to pick up the wolfsbane potion regulus makes for him (either james or sirius could easily make it but regulus specifically offered, he wants to make it for remus and likes being able to help him out somehow). and once regulus has it ready he comes downstairs to his office where he told remus to wait and finds him sitting on the floor with one of the occamies regulus keeps (for potions reasons) curled bodily around him and remus is petting their head like they’re a dog and not a particularly aggressive magical creature. remus just looks up, and says, “oh i hope it’s okay i’m holding them! they seemed curious about me and wanted out of the cage” and poor regulus just can’t take it anymore and blurts out “yes that’s fine also please can i take you on a date. we can get dinner. that’s something people do on dates isn’t it?”
and remus at first thinks he’s having him on; as far as he’s aware neither of them go on dates and besides that regulus is well fit, rich, established, a war hero, etc; remus frankly does not see where the appeal lies in himself for regulus and tells him so because the poor thing is overly blunt. and regulus immediately gets on the defensive and gets all haughty about it, very much “well don’t you think if i wanted to be with one of those high society twats i would be already? who are you to tell me we’re not suited? i’ve fancied you since i saw you flitting around in the black lake during your 6th year dirtying your trousers as you looked for glimpses of grindylows, while you waited for potter and my lovelorn brother to stop snogging in the woods. i’ve wanted you since and while we were hunting death eaters together and even when i thought you were dating my brother and every time i show up at godric’s hollow to find you letting our godson chase you around on that toy broom i bought him. if you’re not interested in dating an ex-death eater then fine but don’t pretend for a moment i shouldn’t be interested in you.”
and remus is shocked, because that is a lot to process. it’s obvious poor regulus has been bottling this up for awhile, and while remus isn’t quite on the same level of interest as him, he can more than see the appeal and for the same reasons. so of course he tells regulus he doesn’t care about regulus being an ex-DE, not after all regulus did and nearly died to make up for it. and while regulus is still mentally processing that remus says he thinks he would fancy a date with him and says dinner is fine but suggests maybe they can go foraging for potions ingredients at dawn instead? that he could pack them a breakfast and that might be more enjoyable for them than stuffing themselves in a restaurant to be stared at. and reg realizes then and there he’s in love, he really already knew remus was it for him but then he just goes and confirms it like that.
and they do go out that morning since the full moon is a few days away and remus is likely to be lethargic in the aftermath; they have a lovely time and regulus thoroughly enjoys the breakfast remus makes him that contains food you would feed a three-year-old (remus is not very good at cooking for adults but he is good at cooking for harry). remus does very much want there to be a second date but decides he should probably speak to sirius about it first because they are all adults and everything but it does feel a bit weird to continue on like this with regulus without letting sirius know, especially because the last thing remus wants is to cause any sort of contention between sirius and regulus. so he goes home late that morning near noon and finds sirius looking like he’s just gotten up, he’s in the middle of feeding harry and sirius has already got avocado in his hair and remus just starts cleaning it out for him and gets right into it like “so i went on a date this morning” and sirius is SHOCKED. because, first of all, remus doesn’t date! second of all he made no mention of this to sirius (or james) before the fact and how dare remus not bring them by beforehand so sirius and james could give them the “shovel talk to end all shovel talks”. third of all where in the world did remus find someone as odd as him who not only gets up before dawn but wants to go on a date at dawn?
james gets home from quidditch at nearly the exact same time, greets all three with forehead kisses, and once he figures out what’s going on, has the exact same questions. (“you didn’t even let us threaten them, moony, that wasn’t very nice.”) and remus, more than a bit exasperated, informs them both he does know how to defend himself and besides, he doubted they would feel the need to threaten regulus, of all people. james and sirius, instead of being surprised, sit there, and look right at each other, and nod sagely because they had noticed regulus staring, right, they have eyes, it was obvious, and thought remus knew and simply hadn’t said anything because he wasn’t interested himself. remus absolutely cannot believe they never mentioned it and sirius admits “well we didn’t want you to feel pressured and as much as i love regulus he needs to figure his own love life out. plus i predicted one day he would probably explode with feelings like this and it would be good for him emotionally”. james and sirius also admit they didn’t really want remus to date but figure since it’s regulus it’s fine, they know and trust him with their lives so obviously they trust him with remus (half of the reason remus never dated before was similar to this, he didn’t want to bring anyone around james and sirius and specifically harry he didn’t know he could trust, and the werewolf thing in addition to this, it was all just overly complicated and felt too risky).
harry, who is stewing quietly in sirius’s arms now, does not really know what’s going on and gets the idea into his head that they’re talking about remus leaving and he gets real fussy about it, all “where’s moony going? who’s taking moony away? he can’t leave he needs to stay here with us!” and he calms down a bit when remus explains he’s just going to be spending more time with uncle reggie now, but harry still tries to insist they should both spend it with him at godric’s hollow. after this regulus likely has his own talk about it with sirius sometime in the future, and it’s all well and good and they might even cry a bit and then remus and regulus go on many dates where they look for potions ingredients and magical creatures and even have a dinner or two out and remus blows up a few potions in regulus’s lab.
teddy even likely shows up a few years down the line and they love and adore him, this kid they had who is somehow the opposite of them and not all that in to playing quidditch and hates getting dirty (they spend so much time shopping for clothes with him, literally more than they ever thought they would in their lives) (he’s also only interested in quidditch when he’s watching uncle prongs play) and regulus cries proud and happy tears when he’s sorted into hufflepuff. whew that was a lot and hope it was alright but i just adore these six so much.
Anon, I love everything about this!!!! You need to write this fic. I am ordering you to do so. Moonseeker and Prongsfoot, with Sirius and James and Harry loving their Moony so much and being really protective of him?? Remus and Regulus going hunting for potions ingredients and dark creatures together?? Regulus pining for Remus??? And omg, it never would have occurred to me to have Remus and Regulus be Teddy's parents, but now I need it so badly. Thank you for blessing me with this headcanon in my inbox, and now I need fic for it.
#prongsfoot#moonseeker#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#regulus black#imp speaks#WRITE THE THING PLEASE
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hi soup! do you have any ocs? if so, do you wanna tell us about them? :-D
buddy, you don't know the can of worms you've opened/pos
Here's a brief overview:
(unnamed) - Big shot lawyer who specializes in contract negotiations during business mergers. Sharp, angular man. Very tall, very thin, wears expensive suits. In his mid 50s- early 60s. Chain smoker, but really wishes he could settle down with a nice cigar once in a while. Very bitter and sarcastic. He has, after all, spent almost twenty years dealing with capitalism and all its ills up close. Highly prized in the world I've created, because a large portion of the magic world involves similar contracts and deals. Suspicious of magic users and does his best to stay away from them. Unfortunately, he didn't expect to start nursing a crush on Theophilus, nor did he intend to start viewing Io as his kid as well.
Theophilus (Call him Phil, or he gets mad) - Bootleg potion maker. You need a potion that will let you stay awake for a week, or will make you feel like you've gotten a full night's rest, but can't afford the real thing? Talk to him. His potions are good - he knows all the right, cheaper substitutes and 'generics'. Hard worker, spends almost all his free time down in the lab filling orders for people, when he isn't teaching magic. Had his potion making licence revoked because he wouldn't stop trying to cut deals with people and get people their medications for cheap. His stuff is safe, he tests batches on himself, but it is technically illegal so you don't want to be caught with his goods. Early to mid thirties. Wears cheap and loose fitting clothes, hoodies are his favorite. His clothes are permanently stained with ingredients and splattered liquid from his cauldrons. Casual attitude, fairly easy going unless it's about the safety of his potions or the safety of his adopted kid. Has a very obvious crush on (unnamed), and flirts with him constantly.
Io (Not her real name. She's looking for her birth certificate) - Around twelve years old. Very quiet, studious, and suspicious of other people. Phil's adopted kid. She's got a lot of magic ability, but her control is limited due to her young age and upbringing. Before she was adopted by Phil, she was apprenticed to a demon lord. Still in recovery from this in many ways. She was trained by this demon lord to be a perfect apprentice- obedient, silent, intensely focused. It came at a high cost. Learning to be a kid again, but it's quite difficult. She wears the same clothes every day. A purple hoodie that's been enchanted with various protective runes, inscribed in gold all over the front and back. Her special ability is her empathic powers. This is less of a "I sense sadness." while someone is hysterically crying one room over, and more a keen sense of intuition and and understanding of the worst parts of human nature. She senses other people's emotions as if they were her own, and has a really hard time balancing her own personality and not integrating other personalities into her head. In this world, empaths are not born, they are made by experimentation.
'Mal' (Short for Malkieck) - Demon lord. Very tall, very buff, red skin, the whole package. Not all demons in this world are bad news, but he definitely is. Trains magic users up to be obedient soldiers, then sells them off to the highest bidder. Part of a big chain to create soldiers for armies in wars that never end. Experimented on Io to turn her into an empath because they are very good at picking up on the next attack an enemy is going to make and therefore have a high survival rate. Raised Io until she was about eight, before she escaped with Phil's help. Very upset that one of his 'prized possessions' got away. Continually looking for her and Phil, meaning they have to move around a lot.
A bit more detail for those who've read this far.
Everyone's Flaw
(unnamed) - Thinks things he doesn't understand are gross and weird.
Theophilus - toxic positivity, wants everyone to be happy to everyone's detriment.
Io - Trusts absolutely no one, even when it would be better or easier to trust them.
Mal - Will never, ever understand what he's doing is wrong, no matter how many times someone explains it to him.
These are my 'core four', of the big story I want to tell.
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6, 8, 9, 18, 25, 26 and 43 for Lanadhiel and Elladan <3
6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?
Very plainly--they don't argue often, honestly, but on the rare occasion they do, they're both open about their apologies and try to present them with as few frills as possible while still being tender and understanding. And then after that they kiss each other's hands in a show of deference and affection.
8. What do they love most about the other? Why?
Lanadhiel is always awed by how resepectful Elladan is. In the time they travel together with the Grey Company, he tries his best to learn the ways and histories of those whose communities they pass through, and he puts great care into the way he engages with those he meets. She sees this as a mark of how much he cares for those around him. In turn, Elladan loves Lanadhiel's dedication. She keeps going, even after losing her sister and parents, and I think he sees some of his own emotions in her after his mother's capture, torment, and journey west.
9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?
Lanadhiel dislikes Elladan's constant tendency to go forth on new adventures and missions, even if she understands it. It's less a point of contention and more something she knows she has to bear, especially since they both have a strong sense of duty. It does make her anxious, though, since it means they are parted often with no way of communicating, such as when she parts ways with the Grey Company, and she rarely knows if Elladan is well. Elladan struggles with Lanadhiel's own tendency to go off on her own, which, even though it's born of necessity during the War of the Ring, it brings up too many old fears for him. After the end of the War, though, they both talk openly about these issues, and are rarely parted after.
18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?
Lanadhiel is less adroit than Elladan, but she does know enough of the healing arts from her Galadhrim training that she's able to take care of him. She doesn't fuss, but she does focus. Elladan, on the other hand, fusses inconsolably when Lanadhiel is injured--it reminds him too much of Celebrian's torture whenever anyone he cares for is unwell.
25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?
They do! They put off the journey west for quite some time, leaving only after Aragorn and Arwen's deaths. They live in different places, but spend most of their time in Gondor, in the high guest house of Minas Tirith. Their rooms are always decorated in a mixed fashion reminiscent of both Lothlorien and Rivendell, filled with gifts and remembrances of their travels.
26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?
They share the sacrifice of being apart during much of the War of the Ring because they know that it's necessary, and they both have jobs to do in order to have any sort of future together.
43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?
They have slightly different styles, with Elladan preferring darker colors, most often blue and silver, and Lanadhiel lighter colors, usually green and gold. If they were to dress each other according to their own styles, they would both compromise in things like Elladan picking a lighter pastel blue colored garment for Lanadhiel, for example.
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[Altair: 2, 26] ; [Elara: 7, 42] ; [Vespera: 5, 25] ; [Vivian: 33, 35] ; [Zak: 13, 15]. 🕴️
😍
— Altair
2- Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?
No, not really. Just plain soap is his favourite. And now, he spend too much time in the wild with horses, dogs and campfires to even think to bother with anything else anymore.
The scent he would prefer would be soap with milk and herbal tones, though.
26- Have they met any of their heroes? Did they regret it?
I'm not even sure he has a hero outside of all the war veterans in his family so, I'd say no. And regretting it? Well… does having to hear the endless angry rants of highly intoxicated 'retired' general Molivar counts??
— Elara
7- Do they have any unusual fears?
She has pretty rational fears in general but, an unusual one would be any scrapping sounds she can't locate. In space or on the ground.
42- Can they speak multiple languages? If yes which all do they speak and why?
Yes, she does! Quite a few, actually!
Basic: it's her mother tongue.
Huttese: it's almost her second mother tongue. Her parents started to teach her that one so young that she's as fluent as any Hutt or Twi'lek.
Jawaese: if it's not about trade, she'll be struggling a little more with this one.
Binary: she used to understand it very well as a child but she forgot almost everything about it by lack of practice. She still gets bits here and there according to the droid that speaks to her but it's rudimentary.
… and a touch of Mando'a because she heard enough of it during childhood to be able to pick up a few words and sentences, idioms and sayings that are all typically Mando even translated to Basic. And she has no idea that they are, most of the time.
— Vespera
5- Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?
She has just a little one. 👀
25- Do they have a daily/nightly routine?
In that aspect, and when she isn't running for her life under the cover of dubious military ops, she has a pretty comfortingly boring routine; wake up early, do her little things around a light breakfast, work (or enjoy life if it's a day off), get home, enjoy a hot shower or bath, cook something light, read or watch TV in couch or bed (which happen to be the same in her studio) and then fall asleep like that.
Rinse and repeat.
— Vivian
33- Do they play ttrpgs? If so what kind of characters do they play? Or are they more likely to GM?
She used to!! And she tried many kind of characters but in the end, stuck to Mage in Fantasy contexts. (Magic is fun! Fireball!!!) But in other games she's been more adventurous and played quite a few one shot, huninged characters she had a ton of fun with.
But she also stuck to a player role. She's a shit GM.
35- Do they believe in fate or do they believe they are in charge of their own destiny?
As I said here, she'd have reasons to be greeting Fate (should she exists) with a baseball bat sometimes. But, honestly, she doesn't believe too much in all that. So, she's more of a 'in charge of your own destiny' kind of person actually. (But she's going to keep the baseball bat close to her hands, just in case…)
— Zak
13- Do they enjoy poetry?
Oh yes, very much. Blaher poetry is especially good too, so it helps… and it's part of all the kids first experiences with reading in school so, it's also ingrained really young.
Currently, he's reading Bohrs and Nain poetry a little more in depths and he likes very much what he's discovering!
15- What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?
A very light one. Kind of an opportunistic sense of humor. He used to prank people with his friends when he was a boy but now, he likes more tamed jokes and funsies.
But in general, he's ok with any kind of humor as long as it isn't cruel, actually.
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from the ground up.
long distance is killing elliot.
he assumes it’s killing nell too but since he has to put up with himself all day long, he’s his only example.
it’s february in los angeles and the weather is obscene. as a prairie boy, elliot takes offense to temperatures over freezing and not being able to see his own breath in the morning. those that have been here longer tell him that this is usual but there’s too much sun and not enough snow and he just thinks snow would scare off the spiders that seem to plague him.
reupping had seemed like a good idea back in september- the army was his job, he wasn’t going to quit his job, what was another two years spent running training at camp cook after three getting shot at by the luftwaffe? of course, he hadn’t known about the scorpions then and hadn’t had any idea of how badly he would miss nell. they had managed just fine, more or less, during the war. this would just be more of the same.
it’s not and that’s what’s killing him. there isn’t a war to keep him distracted, only recruits pissed they missed the action and too much time to think. in the brief time they’d had together, he’d gotten used to the easy rhythm they had together. they both sleep easier with her curled into his chest and he misses her laugh in his ear and how her hand in his makes him feel like he can do anything.
at least he has some goddamn privacy around here. privilege of rank - an office with a door that actually closes and a phone that’s all his. they talk most days, usually right as hers is ending and midway through the afternoon of his. they never talk about much of anything and that’s what he likes best. he just wants to hear about her day, to hear her puttering around her apartment. it makes him feel a little less lonely.
she’s just said that she misses him for maybe the third time in this conversation.
“this is easy to fix. you move out here, you marry me, we spend our days killing spiders and having sex.”
“i don’t think i pictured spiders in a marriage proposal when i was a little girl. is that a proposal?
“kind of? a proposal to propose?”
she laughs and he wants to marry her just to hear it every single day. “wow, the romance is overwhelming.”
“okay, okay. you’ve made your point.”
“i might swoon,” she deadpans. “hold on, let me sit down.”
“okay smartass,” he says. “the ring is in omaha, you’re in buffalo, i’m in california. geography is kind of an issue and we’re only doing this once so i’m doing it right.”
her giggles stop. “you have a ring?”
he does have a ring - it’s his grandmother’s, left to him when she died for him to use on the right girl (this had been underlined three times in her will). greta would like nell - she’d never liked anyone flashy or full of themselves and nell is anything but. it’s not a boulder or anything - a flash of a diamond with two chips sandwiching it - but it’s pretty and he thinks she’ll like it. the last he knew, it was still in the box in his sock drawer back in omaha and he assumes it’s still there. he can’t exactly ask without setting his mother off on wedding bells. for all he knows, maggie found it whole snooping around and has been wearing it to school. “more or less.”
“how do you more or less have a ring?”
“i have it but not with me.”
“so you are proposing.”
“when i can get the three of us in the same time zone, sure.” he picks at a peeling bit of paint on his desk to give his hands something to do. “but only if you’ll join me in my spider crusade.”
“elliot.”
“fine, i’ll handle the spiders.”
“elliot.” the frustration on her voice makes him laugh. “you could do it now, you know.”
“oh no, you’re not tricking me that easily.”
“if you’re planning on it, i’m just saying.”
“no can do. i want,” he pauses to correct. “i need to see your face when i ask.”
she’s quiet for a long moment and then sighs. “i want to see you when you ask too. i guess.”
“what’s our middle?” he thinks out loud, turning in his desk chair to study the faded map behind him, tracing los angeles to buffalo with his finger. “you have any strong feelings for or against st. louis? because i could do st. louis in three weeks.”
“i can’t say i’ve ever given it much thought?”
“it’s that or kansas city and i don’t know about you but i hate kansas city.”
“i can’t stand it.”
“see, i told you we were meant for each other. st. louis in three weeks?”
“i-“ she laughs a little. “okay. st. louis in three weeks.”
“can’t wait.” he can stop in omaha for the ring, hopefully avoid any interrogation from his family in the process, meet her in st. louis and come back an engaged man.
“how do you have a plan already?”
“you’re the plan. the rest is just details.”
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(Potential) Relationships
These are NOT set in stone, but I wanted to jot down some ideas about relationships with other survivors that could be explored or help break the ice with RPing. And hopefully provide more insight into Logan as a character.
-Negan: Logan and his Dad get along fairly well, both having outgoing, playful, and sarcastic personalities that jive well together. Logan loves and trusts his Dad enough to express reservations about strategies and plans during Savior meetings (which he attends as often as he can). Logan wants nothing more than to make his Dad proud and see Sanctuary not just survive, but thrive. Of course, their opinions differ at times with Logan sometimes advocating for different approaches. He is extremely protective of Negan (as one of his only remaining family members) and will throw himself into dangerous situations without thinking clearly if his Dad is in trouble.
-Lucille: Logan is most certainly a Momma's boy and adores his mom. He shares a similar sense of humor (and exasperation with Negan's eccentricities) with his mom. During her cancer diagnosis, Logan did everything he could to earn a smile from her and drawing pictures for her for her hospital room. (If) she ends up surviving her cancer diagnosis, Logan is as protective of her as he is of his Dad and rarely strays far from her. If Lucille has passed, Logan does his best to think and act on how she would want him to. He may not fully understand Negan naming his baseball bat after Lucille, but he is more understanding them most people about it.
-Rick: Depending on their meeting, Logan's relationship with Alexandria's leader can be on several different levels of hostility, but Logan always has a respect for Rick Grimes and his leadership methods.
-Michonne: Kind of scares Logan and he has a healthy respect that she could probably kick his ass. She vaguely reminds him of his mom and he usually always refers to her as ma'am (Yes, ma'am/No ma'am).
Carl: Logan and Carl are very much alike and could have the potential to be the best of friends or greatest of rivals.
Judith: Despite his relationship with anyone else in Alexandria, Logan sees Judith as a little sister he always wanted and would protect her at all costs.
Simon: Logan is a little leery of Simon at times, but depending on certain aspects of their relationship, he may end up calling Simon Uncle Simon. He does poke him about being Burt Reynolds, but does enjoy spending time with Simon and some of the other Saviors outside of runs. Logan is very much the baby brother to most of them and while he is picked on a bit, it goes both ways, with Logan acting like a little shit to them.
Maggie: Their relationship is probably the pretty complicated, and Logan does tend to try to give her a respectful amount of space or right out avoid her, especially with how much he looks like his Dad.
Daryl: Logan thinks Daryl is pretty cool, but would rather eviscerate himself with a rusty toenail clipper then admit it, because he's pretty certain Daryl hates him. They probably end up butting heads and Logan will usually be caught between standing up for himself and avoiding the issue entirely because that's easier then dealing with emotional wounds from the war.
Carol: Logan has a healthy respect for Carol and generally is on his best behavior around her. He can tell she's not quite what she appears at times. At times she reminds him of his mom and if he lost Lucille, he does gravitate towards her for that similar feeling of safety and protection Carol might give him, but that he's too proud to ask for.
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Hey! Had to take up your offer! XD And I am so glad you loved your matchup btw! <3
If you do Star Wars Matchups, lol, who'd I get? 🧐🧐🧐
I am almost 22, Apr 1, she/her, bi, curly brown hair, and green eyes. I usually wear comfy things like hoodies, sweats, leggings, and graphic tees, and I hate dresses and dressing up. I am pretty stubborn, I sometimes hate when I know someone else was right about something. I'm pretty introverted, and it takes me a long time to get used to people. I am pretty creative, I love arts of all mediums, and I love writing and reading. I feel more 'confident' online than I am in real life, finding it hard to really bond with anyone.
Likes: Anime, manga, art, cats, sharks, snakes, Brendan Fraser movies, Disney, pop figures, plushies, collecting rocks/stones, reading, writing, writing fanfic, reading fanfic, bull terriers, rottweilers, corgis, collecting figures, ice cream, Indian food, and video games.
Dislikes: Heights, loud noises (fireworks, large crowds, movie theaters, etc.), horses, swimming, people, concerts, the cold, liars, bullies, Attack On Titan, spiders, bugs in general, getting dirty, and knives
Thank you in advance!!! <3333
Hey! Sorry it took me awhile to answer to your ask, but here's your matchup bby <3
(Lmao seeing AOT in your dislikes made me crack up but I can relate)
I ship you with...
Anakin Skywalker!
When I read that you were introverted and had a hard time bonding with people, I just knew Anakin would be the fit for you!
In that regard, Anakin understands you very well, especially at a young age. He also had a hard time interacting with others due to his past and rougher nature. I think that would bring you two closer rather than the other way around; since you both understand that in each other, you can better understand your personal borders. With someone to finally relate to, however, you would be drawn to one another.
Honestly once you two build trust between each other and become friends, I think you'd bring that crazy side out of each other that just makes you two an unstoppable pair. Anakin is also a very stubborn person so you can be quite a tornado of energy for poor Obi-Wan to manage.
With how turbulent his life is, I think Anakin would really find enjoyment in finding refuge in your 'quieter' hobbies such as art and writing. Being a Jedi, he never really has time to just slow down and relax, to enjoy the time that he has, so he'd find it really soothing to do so when he spends time with you. However it would probably be difficult to convince him to give your hobbies a shot, what with how stubborn he is. (But I'm sure you can win him over).
You both dislike being dirty, so that's a big thing you two get along on. ("I don't like sand")
Once he knows about your love of collecting plushies and stones, he'd probably bring some back for you from the different planets he gets to explore during The Clone Wars. It would be so you 'remember him'; and I think that's when you'd notice you both feel a little something for each other... <3
Once Anakin realizes his feelings for you he would not be afraid to hide them, even if his confession would be a bit clumsy. It would be straightforward and sweet nevertheless, and he'd probably offer you something a bit more special, like a bouquet of flowers he had Padmé help him pick out. Despite the Jedi code he does think his feelings are justified and deserve to be heard, you've brought so much good into his life. However the question has been killing him, enough so that even his fellow captain has noticed he seems to have been out of the game lately.
If you tell him you love him back... Hoo boy. Get ready to receive constant gifts and to be showered in praise and gifts. <3
He'd be a very protective lover but very sweet nevertheless. He just wants the best for you and can never say no to anything you ask of him, so long as it makes his sunshine happy. While he's away you'd probably spend lots of time with Padmé and gradually warm up to her, considering her open-mindedness and wise demeanor. She'd probably figure out what's happening before either one of you tell her and promise she won't say a word. She's just happy to see Anakin and you are happy with each other. <3
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