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kolbisneat · 8 months

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MONTHLY MEDIA: August 2023

Ugh where did the summer go?

……….FILM……….

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem (2023) Artwork, story, and the turtles' characterization were all 10/10 for me. Big turtle fan so that's already enough for me to like this. But for me, the writing was real weak. The supporting mutants didn't really have much personality and the comedy really only relied on pop references. Was Mondo Gecko a surprise favourite? Probably because he had a lot of personality and his funny moments were from that characterization and not from a name drop. I love the ninja turtles so maybe I'm too close to this. All I'm saying is that this was fun and good and I hope a sequel gets made so that the other mutants can be given a little more depth.

Nimona (2023) Really great! Some of the earlier scenes felt...visually empty...but that third act more than makes up for it. A different beast than the comic but a great example of adapting for the medium. Really beautiful on all levels.

The Report (2019) I came into this a little late (apparently missing all the torture scenes so no complaints) but it all made sense to me! It really committed to the chronology of events but did a good job of showing the consequences/contradictions between sides. But I mean was it a good movie? It felt like a full story and the acting was great so I guess so. I dunno I always find based-on-real-life movies to be tricky.

……….TELEVISION……….

Poker Face (Episode 1.01 to 1.06) I love everything about this show. Its structure (Columbo-style where you see the murder first and then watch it get solved), its cast (mystery-of-the-week means rotating characters with Natasha Lyonne as the excellent anchor), and its style (from the fashion to the title credits)...everything is a swing and it nearly all lands for me.

Jury Duty (Episode 1.05 to 1.08) The premise never got tired and the ending is such a great cap to the season. Really recommend and the show really did luck out in getting Ronald Gladden as the lead.

……….YOUTUBE……….

toy movies for adults forever by Caleb Gamman and Feeling Cynical About Barbie by Broey Deschanel Hey I loved the Barbie movie and I think it's okay to be critical of the media we love. Neither of these felt like they were simply taking on the big fun successful movie for the sake of being contrarian and raised a lot of thoughtful points. VIDEO (Caleb Gamman) VIDEO (Broey Deschanel)

No Way Home Was Kind of Sexist by CJ The X Without spoiling the main thesis of this video, I really appreciate how they encapsulated the third movie. It truly does stand apart from the other two movies and it's a shame business got in the way of this trilogy sticking the landing. VIDEO

When a DEEP Character Pretends to be SHALLOW… (Hobie Brown) by schnee Ha really digging into Spider-Man vids this month and I really enjoyed the character breakdown. Schnee has a lot of great writing-based videos and I recommend checking them out.

……….READING……….

Jingo by Terry Pratchett (Complete) Always enjoy Discoworld novels centred around the Watch but I wasn't sure if the main thrust of the book was going to be...you know...a little racist? Turns out I had very little to worry about as it sends up most tropes and perspectives in a lighthearted-yet-sensitive way. Gosh I love this series.

Batman: White Knight by Sean Murphy & Matt Hollingsworth (Complete) Started this as single issues years ago but never finished...until now! Rereading, I realized I fell off because the politics were a little wonky at the beginning and reading "gatekeepers" over and over again kinda lost me. But having now finished it, it mostly worked, but I'm just a sucker for a story that can bring in a big cast of villains to fight at the climactic finale. Lots of cool ideas so I'll likely check out more from this world.

Lure by Lane Milburn (Complete) Slice of life with some light sci-fi elements and a lot of commentary. It's beautiful and it stuck with me but I think I was expecting something more psychedelic or surreal so it didn't quite land with me. But that's okay it was still an engaging read.

Ultimate Spider-Man Volume 9 (Hardcover) by Brian Michael Bendis, Mark Bagley, Stuart Immonen, and more (Complete) Big Spider-Man month. I always liked this take on the clone saga and while it means there's only a small amount of Ultimate Scorpion, it's memorable. This stretch really does a great job of blending the big drama with the personal stakes (dating MJ & Kitty Pryde! Aunt May finding out Peter is Spider-Man!). Also very excited to get into Immonen's run as his work is just...so good.

……….AUDIO……….

Self Titled by Dead Man's Bones (2009) After seeing BARBIE I was reminded that Ryan Gosling's spooky rock album and it's not fair how good this is. Like it doesn't have any right to have this much personality and charm.

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Tuesday Crew is busy in the mines fighting back the dangerous Dragonettes (full recap here) while the Mof1 Crew is dealing with the aftermath of taking out a Gingerbread mob boss!

Snakes of Wrath (Weast Coast) Finally got my kickstarter copy of the game and can't recommend it enough! It took a few plays to get into the groove of what you can and can't do, along with sorting out the strategy, but it's a nice breezy game with beautiful art and good quality tiles. Big fan.

And that's it! See you in September!

#Monthly Media #Kolbisneat #Andrew Kolb

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years

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I saw the ask OC post- so time to save you from boredom---- (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

What food is Carol allergic at?

How does she view of Grim the cat? Annoying? Okay? Funny? Weird?

Does she like puns? Because I want to throw her a couple-

Which characters/OCs do you ship her with?

What is her favorite holiday?

Does she favor salty or sweet stuff?

What kind of aesthetic theme represents her?

Carol has no allergies against food but is a very picky eater, usually not so fond of Soup, hating Lasagna and many more things, she does have problems with that and is glad she doesn't have allergies cause they make things worse

She finds Grim more annoying, she is more fond of dogs than cats and had some bad experiences with cats, but she usually just treats him as member or an annoyance

She loves Puns actually, she enjoys them quite a lot, but there is some she raises her eyebrows at

I made a whole list of her ships here:

Carol ships:

Canon:

Carol x Trey

Carol x Jade

Carol x Silver

Ocs:

Carol x Des

Carol x Kalida

Carol x Aepper

Carol x Jonas

Carol x Watson

Carol x Yasuno (unreleased character by myself)

Carol x James

Carol x Ronald

Carol x Damien

5. She loves Halloween quite a lot cause she also enjoys horror stories a lot

6. She actually prefers sour stuff but Salty is closer, she is usually staying away from sweets, not because she doesn't like them but because she thinks its too much of a temptation

7. I made a aesthetic board on the other account for her and:

I would say, Nature or Cottage aesthetic. She does wear some punky like clothings or so at times.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #carolann

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unhonestlymirror · 2 years

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Some Kyuuketsuki Sugu Shinu thoughts that DISTURB me:

Draluc said he didn't drink blood for a quite long time. And, remembering that tumblr concept about vampires, who dry up to the state of a mummy in the absence of proper nutrition... For how long EXACTLY and for what reasons he didn't drink blood? and what tragic backstory hides behind? If he dies every time trying to bite someone, then how was he fed before? Did his family treat him like a disabled? That would explain his living with Ronald. Does the Starving Vampire Relief Foundation exist in this universe? Do the legal professionals to protect the rights of vampires exist? If not then it would explain his living with Ronald.

Did Draluc create traps specifically for tourists? I mean, come on, they're so noticable and undifficult

We really need more vampire lore in the context of this world. Especially historic. I'm going insane, the whole vampires' situation seems SO similar to what happened in Tokyo Ghoul society BUT IT'S 18+ IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WAY

I know it's none of my business but What the hell is going on in Handa's family? Why is his human father, who is not divorced from Akemi, making fun of her having a crush on Ronald? Is he okay with their dates? Does their marriage contract require Akemi to find a new mortal husband in advance? Did he see Handa's room? Most likely. How does he feel about his son having a crush on a former classmate AND his mother's crush? I want to know more about this incredible man. (Or are they divorced but forced to live in a same apartment?)

Those old ladies who supported Akemi during her date... What if they are her childhood friends?

Let's forget for a moment the manga is comedic: why are there so many vampires whose techniques are somehow connected with sexuality? Have they massively switched from nourishing blood to the fluids of human libido? This explains why Draluc is so skinny. Did they quarrel with the government about this? The feeling, that there is some damn bizzare in its cruelty story including trade unions and conventions, doesn't leave me.

How Grandpa earns so much money for so much relatives? Asking for a friend.

Are there any vampires working in/for the government? I seem to have just answered the previous question myself lmao

What happend with Ronald's parents? Were vampires involved? This would explain unnatural anger issues. Let's not look at THAT particular incident with his older brother? please

Not a question but Fukuma seems the most logical and understandable character in the whole show. My mother used to be the editor-in-chief of the most popular newspaper in the country, I know what I'm talking about. (ಠ‿ಠ)=b

I love works like Kyuuketsuki Sugu Shinu very much because, at first glance, they are absolutely funny and harmless but as soon as you start digging deeper, such abysses open up...

#kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #the vampire dies in no time #sounds like crazy raving and probably is #handa tou and his family deserve a separate hashtag because god damn #i have so much questions

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damonsvftie · 4 years

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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜✨

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

MEGA MASTERLIST

Summary: it’s that time of the year where everyone has been pulled under the mistletoe but what happens when your the only one who hasn’t?

Note: h2gkmo I love this Sm also it’s 3.8K WORDS

Warnings: none I believe apart from kissing

September, October and November, has already flew by so quickly as if it were a blur and I can’t seem to comprehend that its currently December.

Not that I dislike this certain month but it’s just the whole ‘mistletoe’ thing that I’m not quite fond of. Last week, some boy from Slytherin managed to get a girl he liked from Hufflepuff under the mistletoe, and let’s just say, the tension was absolutely incredulous.

Being a Hufflepuff, she kindly made up an excuse and hurried out of the the great hall. If that were me, I would probably shove my plate full of food down their pants. I mean the audacity though?

It’s that time of year again where Hogwarts is practically covered in a blanket of snow and every single student walks down the corridor with a soft knitted sweater hugging their bodies tightly to stop them from catching a cold. Well mostly everyone, since Malfoy wears very extra stuff during this season.

The last day, I saw Harry snogging Cho Chang under the plant. Okay maybe it wasn’t snogging, but they still kissed! And Hermione had told me all about some oaf from RavenClaw who tried to do the same to her but it didn’t really work out since she smacked him across the face with a heavy book.

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“I’m so glad no ones tried that on me yet,” I mumbled le as I tucked into a plate full of food.”it’s absolutely ridiculous! I mean the audacity they have to think I’d want to kiss them. I have to puke,” complained Hermione, her facing saying it all. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ron Weasley gulping hard as he tugged at his collar. “You know.. sometimes both of you are very scary,” making me roll my eyes at him.

“It’s not even that bad, it’s just a kiss,”. The way Harry blatantly blurted that out as if it’s the tiniest thing in the world while he drummed his fingers on the table. “You can’t chat! I saw you snogging Cho Chang a day ago,” I argued. Harry’s cheeks were beginning to flush a shade of crimson as he swiftly diverted the attention onto me again.

“And? At least it was Cho and not someone like Pansy Parkinson, besides even Lavenders after Ron,” he mumbled looking annoyed. “Bloody hell I almost forgot! She can’t seem to stay away from me. She’s like a leech,” he complained, his lips curving into a frown.

Hermione shut her book and put it down. “Y/n, hasn’t anyone tried to get you under the mistletoe yet?” Her lips curving into a small smile, preventing me from shoving a forkful of food down my throat, my hand in mid air. “Uh- no,” my cheeks slightly blushed in embarrassment . For some reason my response made Ron giggle to himself.

Irritated, I smacked him behind his head causing him to yelp. “Ow! What was that for?” His brows furrowing as he rubbed the spot I had hit him in. “You dare laugh at me Ronald Weasley and I won’t hesitate to curse you!”

“Both of you please! I’m trying to finish this book off,” Hermione’s facial expressions exasperate as her eyes bore deep into our souls, intimidating us until we both shut up. Huffing under my breathe I continued to pick at my food until someone spoke once again.

“Hey! Give me my book back!”. To my surprise, Draco Malfoy stood towering over Hermione, his book in her hands as he held it high. Her attempts to try and grab it back were failing as she jumped high on the spot. “Malfoy give her book back,” spoke Harry through gritted teeth. “How about no? Besides Potter, this is between me and her so stay out of it,” he sneered.

“Come on Malfoy, stop being such a git,” defended Ron. Whatever the boys had said didn’t really matter to him because of course it went through one ear and out the other. “Oi! Give. Her. Book. Back,” my nostrils flaring as I folded my arms against my chest.

Unexpectedly, he started making owl noises just like the day he was attacked by Buckbeak, slowly striding towards me as his eyes darted up and down at my figure, supposedly ‘checking me out’. “why... what are you going to do y/l/n?” His face inches away from mine. I felt his cool,minty breathe fanning against my face causing my eyes to flutter rapidly in intimidation. Everyone in the great hall had fixed their attention onto the commotion we were causing, making owl noises every time one of us firedback. “Gone silent now have you?” The tone in his voice mocking as he took a step back and swiftly turned on his heels.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I pulled him back towards me, one of my hands cupping his face as my lips pressed against his instantly. My other hand, smoothly grabbed the book out of his palms, shoving him back once I got what I wanted. “You were saying?” My voice sarcastic as he stared at me, mouth hung slightly open In awe.

Tossing the book back to Hermione, we all sat back down, the golden trio gasping under their breaths. “Did you just KISS Malfoy?” Rons voice exaggerated as his eyes shot wide open. “Yes- Yes I did,”

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As we walked the hogwarts grounds, Harry and Ron didn’t stop annoying me about Draco. “So let me get this right, you kissed Malfoy to get mione’s book back? Blimey you have some guts don’t you?” A giggle trailed behind his irrelevant question.

I was down right agitated. I paused in the middle of no where, my lips pursing into a line. “I don’t know why both of you think it’s so funny and or hard to believe I kissed him? It’s not like I like him or something!” My voice slightly laced with anger as I strided off into the other direction, ditching the trio.

I could heard Hermione calling after me but it was too late. I was gone. If I were being realistic, I didn’t know where I was headed to as I entered hogwarts, twisting and turning through the dingy,dark corridors until I bumped into something rock hard, resulting in me too lose my balance and collapse.

“Look where your going,” I groaned as I sat up on the cold floor. “You bumped into me, not the other way round,”. It couldn’t be. I recognised that same bitter and unpleasant voice. My eyes trailed up to the figure that looked upon me from down below as I whimpered underneath him in pain.

It was Malfoy.

He stuck his hand out in offer for me too take it but of course I didn’t. Pushing his hand out of the way, I scrambled to my feet my teeth gritting. “Why are you ALWAYS in my way?!” I yelled, although I was lucky enough that the corridors were deserted.

“Me in your way? YOUR the one who keeps getting in MY way! Don’t get too ahead of your self y/l/n!” He firedback immediately, his face scrunched up.

My hands found their way to his collar, fisting at the material, pulling him close until our noses were almost touching. “Listen here Malfoy, stay. Out. Of. My. Way,” I protested my breathing heavy.

His serious face turned looser as a small smirk spread across his face. His hands travelled up my visage, his thumb lightly grazing my lip, tugging it down, the flesh of my lips revealing.

What was he doing?

My breathing hitched, while my heart did a flip in my chest. My grip on his collar slackened as my hands fell by my side before I walked right past him.

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I should have known better. The more I added fuel to his fire, the more frustrating he was going to become. It was slowly starting to become a very common thing for the two of us to have an argument with each other, while everyone just rolled their eyes at us, since it was starting to get out of hand and become a regular thing.

Something inside me told me that he thoroughly enjoyed bickering with me even when I had at least tried to be civil with him.

“I just wanted say.. maybe we should be civil,” my words sincere as a half grin crept up across his face. “You want US to be civil? Why.. you think I’m going to stop?” He taunted as his smile dropped, his face serious than ever. “Yes- you know why? Because I’m mature unlike you. If I’m honest I don’t understand what pleasure you find in fighting me all the time,” my eyes turning a darker shade as I clenched my fists by my side.

His facial features turned soft almost as if it were putty as I finished my sentence with a sigh. His body instantly loosened up as he took a few steps away from me. “Your right. I’ll leave you alone-“ he muttered before disappearing in the dark.

Was I seeing things or did Draco actually agree with me for once? Was he actually going to put an end to his daily dose of torture?

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“Did he actually offer to stop and leave you alone?” The confused looks on their faces. “Yep... but it’s quite unbelievable,” the look on my face twisting the more I thought about it. “Wait Wait Wait! Let me get this right... Malfoy’s going to leave you alone for the rest of your life? Bloody hell thats fabulous!” Ron’s lips transitioning into a wide grin as he took a sip out of his cup.

“Why are you so happy? He said he’d leave ME alone not YOU,” I answered back , trying to put Ron off, making his face droop. Within seconds I decided to change the topic so I didn’t have to fight Weasley.

“Anyways- So- hows your defence against the dark arts thing going?” I questioned Harry as he swallowed his food. “Well- we haven’t come up with a proper name for it but we think it should be named ‘Dumbledores army’ and I guess it’s going alright,” he sighed right after causing me to raise a brow. “Somethings off- what’s wrong Harry?” My voice gentle as I glanced at the other two.

“Harry’s worried someone’s going to bail out on us to Umbridge,” the fearful expression on hermiones face explaining it all. Did I mention that Dolores Umbridge was claimed to be the headmistress of the school? We were all lucky enough that she hadn’t created any sort of ridiculous rule in which we were no longer able to talk to our friends.

Everyone apart from a bunch of slytherins, who were named the ‘inquisitorial squad’, including that evil little cockroach Malfoy, loathed her. The trio had managed to gain access to the room of requirements in which they all hosted sessions where they practised spells such as how to unleash a patronus charm.

“Y/n why don’t you join? The more the merrier besides we need to prepare incase anything happens,” the tone in hermiones voice soft. “Guys.. I don’t know.. what if you know.. Umbridge finds out?” I asked wearily, fingers drumming the table.

Disappointment smeared across their faces. I couldn’t disappointment my friends like that. “You know what? Fine, I’m in!” I blurted as their mundane facial expressions changed into goofy smiles and wrinkled eyes.

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“Expecto Patronum!” The tip of my wand unleashed a faint sort of white vapour which slowly transitioned into a p/n. “Blood hell y/n! You got that right on the first try,” remarked Ron as he stared up at my patronus in awe.

Suddenly, the chandelier started to swing and the floor beneath us was shaking under our feet. Everyone huddled together as it stopped. Then another loud bang came from the door as it crumbled, leaving a tiny cracked hole in which we heard Umbridges voice.

With one last swish and flick of her wand, she blasted down the door completely, walking in infuriated with the inquisitorial squad following behind her. Draco Malfoy stood on the side, his hand gripping Cho Chang’s arm tightly as she hung her head in shame. She had betrayed us.

My eyes met Malfoy’s as I lowered my wand. Each member of the squad practically forced us all the way into umbridges office however Malfoy shoved Cho to the side and came headed in my direction. “Do as I say,” he muttered under his breathe, his hand gripping my wrist causing me too flinch.

“What- What are you doing?” I whispered frantically. “Don’t question me y/l/n,” he replied, his lips barley moving as Umbridge yelled at us all.

One by one, each army member was escorted by a slytherin however Malfoy waited for everyone to leave. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he mumbled, peering out the door making sure the coast was clear. His hand slowly slid down my wrist, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I didn’t dare speak of it, besides I felt safe with him for some reason as if I were able to trust him. Quickly, we ran down the corridors hand in hand making sure no one spot us. “Wait stop,” I panted as i breathed heavily, leaning against the wall. He stopped for a moment, his hand on his hip as he patiently waited for me too regain enough energy to walk back to my dorm. “Let me walk you back to your dorm,” he insisted.

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“Goodnight,” he mumbled before turning to walk away. “Draco Wait-,” I called for him reluctantly as i leaned against the door of my dorm room. He turned to face me once again, one of his brows raised in confusion. “Why did you help me? I mean you could have just turned me in like the others,” I questioned hesitantly. He seemed to have straightened his posture as he looked down at the floor before glancing at my visage. “Don’t question it y/l/n,”

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“What? That’s not possible.. how did Malfoy not turn you in?” Harry exclaimed, his face distorted as he gave the type of look when something was brutally unfair. “I bet he likes you, I remember when he came back and made up an excuse about his whereabouts,” chimed Hermione plainly as she stuck her nose into her book, causing me too flush red.

Running towards us was Fred and George Weasley as they explained what Umbridge was currently doing. “You lot might want to check this out,” their voices weary as they glanced one another. Within seconds we all made our way outside the great hall where the rock solid walls were covered with every stupid law she’d had every created. A new one of her ridiculous educational Decrees was being hung by Filch as he tried balancing on the highest step of the ladder.

My eyes trailed from above all the way down, now examining Draco’s face as he looked up, a smirk painted across his face, after all he was part of Umbridge’s clan. I don’t know why but he looked immensely alluring and it really bothered me. Why did he look so perfect? I didn’t like him did I? No of course I didn’t What type of dumb question was that?

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Tonight me and the army decided to sneak out after curfew and meet up in the Gryffindor common room. I slipped on my robe as I softly shut the door behind me, trying to make sure it didn’t creak. I tiptoed down the corridors because we were all aware that the inquisitorial squad members were lurking around, keeping an eye on us. I couldn’t risk using a lumos spell because I knew that if I did someone might see the light at the tip of my wand easily so I attempted to guide myself in the dark, sticking my hand out incase I bumped into anything.

Unexpectedly, I tripped over my own feet causing me to fall frontwards, straight into somebody’s arms, my hands flung around their neck, clinging onto them for dear life. We stayed like that for a good few seconds, my breathing hitching as my chin laid propped up on the mystery persons shoulder.

Pulling away from me the person chanted a ‘lumos’ spell, holding their wand between our faces. “Draco?” I shrieked, my face distorted since I knew I had been caught. “What are you doing after curfew?” He interrogated. “Nothing I Uh- I was trying to sneak out to get some fresh air,” I lied, the tone in my voice making me sound sheepish. “Don’t lie to me y/l/n you were going to another one of those meetings, weren’t you?” He snarled, his grip on his wand becoming tighter. “Uh.. okay fine! I am, but please don’t tell on me I beg you,” I pleaded my lips curving into a frown.

His facial expressions changed and became softer than ever, his irresistible,grey eyes glimmering from the tiny source of light as he parted his plump lips to say something. “Go,” he whispered lowly. “Thanks Draco,” I muttered. For some reason my feet were glued too the floor as if they weren’t willing to move. I had the sudden urge to kiss him but I held back until he himself leaned a little closer, his lip ghosting mine before I took steps backwards and disappeared into the darkness.

Was I developing some sort of feelings for him? All he did was save me from landing into trouble twice and actually leave me alone for once. Did he feel the same way?

I had to at least thank him for how humble he was being over the past month so that same week I went to Hogsmeade and bought him a ring with a snake wrapped around it. After all his help, this was the least I could do to repay him.

It was Christmas Eve today and I told one of the sweet slytherins (who I knew was trustworthy) to go and put this perfectly tiny box wrapped up in black paper under the tree in the Slytherin common room.

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Today was Christmas Day and I ran down the stairs to my common room early in the morning to open up my gifts. Harry hurled me a handful of presents as I struggled to carry them all. “Merry Christmas y/n!” They sung in unison as I started to unwrap them all. Ron had given me a perfectly knitted sweater with the first letter of my name on it. Hermione had bought me a stack of muggle books that had very interesting covers and Harry had bought me a box of assorted sweets from honey dukes because he knew I had a sweet tooth.

“Thanks guys I really appreciate it,” I gave them a warm smile. “Y/n I uh- there’s another gift addressed to you,” Ron fiddled with the present in his hand, taking a close look at it. “It’s not addressed from anyone though,”. He tossed me the dark green wrapped gift as I glanced at them unsure. My hands began unraveling the box taking a peek on the inside. To my surprise, there was a immaculately beautiful necklace with a dark green gem in a pendant. Holding the necklace between my fingers I gave a glance at it before putting it around my neck, trying not to overthink it.

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“I wonder who gave you that?” Questioned Ginny as she squinted her eyes. Walking into the great hall was a certain blonde haired boy with his annoying group of posse following behind him like a bunch of lost puppies. He looked incredibly charming as he wore a dark green sweater with a black scarf wrapped around his neck as he tugged at it too loosen it a bit. I could just about see the ring that he wore around his finger.

Something about the way he accepted my gift made me smile to myself. “Bloody hell y/n are you blushing?” Joked Ron as I pursed my lips. “Totally not,” i responded as I bit the inside flesh of my cheek too stop myself from grinning.

From across the hall my eyes met his and I felt a unknown spark run through my body. A toothy smile crawled across his face causing me too smile back at him. Oh god I thought to myself, I couldn’t do this. I hid my face in my hands embarrassed as my friends laughed at me. “Y/n are you sure you don’t like Malfoy?” Teased Fred Weasley. “Yep it’s confirmed she does,” added George. “No I don’t,” I mumbled as my voice was muffled by my hands.

“If you’ll excuse me I have somewhere to go,” I muttered before leaving the table in embarrassment. I could see Blaise Zabini and Goyle patting Draco on the back in what seemed like encouragement as he got up. Was he going to follow me?

I strided down the corridors when I saw him calling after me. I swung my head around as I continued walking and he disappeared. Walking backwards, I tried looking for him when something bumped into me from the front. “Where do you think your going?”. I recognised that same tune that use to annoy the hell out of me.

“Draco? Where did you come from? You were right behind me,” I asked curious, trying to change the subject. “Took a shorter route,” he explained. The gap between the two of us was at the point of closing.

“You uh- wore the necklace I gave you,” his cheeks flushing slightly as his rough demeanour vanished. “You were the one who gave this? Why?” My voice cracking at the end. “And you gave me this ring- why?”. He was trying to use my own words against me as I giggled to myself. “It’s more of a thank you gift than you know-,” I elaborated as I crossed my arms.

“So why did you gift me this necklace?” The curiosity in my voice making him pause for a good second. “Let me guess.. don’t question it? That’s what your going to say right?” I giggled to myself. His face slowly dropped his lips parting as he looked above the two of us. “The mistletoe,” he choked. Above our heads, was a magically growing mistletoe that rained glitter.

He scratched the back of his head as i hung my head. “You don’t have too if you don’t want-,” I quickly cut him off by placing my lips against his, savouring the sweet flavour. Initially he was shocked, his eyes wide open until his lips moved in sync with mine, his eyes fluttering closed as he cupped my visage, my body flushed against his.

Pulling away, his eyes fluttered back open, his thumb drawing circles on my cheek as he pulled me back in one last time,his plump lips on mine before pulling back making me admire his enticing face. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered as my hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in for the tightest hug ever.

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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To Love You

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron has always been too shy to tell you how he feels, until he’s finally not.

Warnings: mentions of injury, mutual pining, fluff

There are five times Ron Weasley almost says ‘I love you’, and the one time he finally does.

The first time was at the Yule Ball. He had been thinking about it for a ridiculously long time, pestering Harry and Hermione on how to ask you, nearly pacing a hole in the already worn rug of the common room before plucking up the courage to finally do it. Of course Hermione's threats to ask you for him nudged him in the right direction, but that’s not the point. The point is, his heart nearly beat out of his chest upon seeing you in your dress, more so when you rushed down the stairs to greet him with a hug.

“Y-you look…beautiful,” he complimented with a nervous laugh, mentally kicking himself for stumbling over his words so awkwardly, hoping his feelings for you weren’t so completely obvious. Not to mention his cheeks and the tips of his ears burned with the flush of embarrassment.

“Thank you, Ron,” you smile, linking your arm with his.

An hour later, a slower song had come on and he’d managed to loosen up a bit from earlier. But the way you’d been standing so close, close enough for him to smell your shampoo, or the way your hand was in his as the two of you had swayed together had him wishing this date wasn’t platonic. The couples that had been dancing were beginning to dwindle as the night went on, but you remained in his arms. A soft smile was on your lips and every time you looked at him his heart rate would spike. He was thanking his lucky stars you couldn’t see his ears cause surely they were as red as the long locks that covered them.

The way you laughed as he twirled you, that bloody twirl McGonagall had made him do over and over, he swore he almost said those three words. But he bit it back as you rested your head on his chest, shoving it to the back of his mind because he couldn’t possibly be in love yet, right? That had to be preposterous.

The second time was the summer before 6th year. Neither of you could sleep and Ron found himself poking his head in Ginny’s room, whispering your name softly. When you lifted your head he motioned for you to follow him with a wave of his hand.

“Are you sure you even know how to drive this thing?” He laughed as he made an effort to close the door to his fathers car quietly. The car he was to never set foot in again without the presence of one of his parents.

“I can’t imagine I’d be any worse than you,” you snicker, a scoff leaving his lips but he couldn’t fight his smile.

But you were right, you were always right. Granted, he will admit it was a not so smooth take off but you ended up being a natural. You always made anything and everything look easy, as if you’d done it a million times before.

The two of you comically howled at the moon, his head stuck out the window as he did so, your laugh filling the air and melting his heart. Then he found himself staring, for heavens sake he couldn’t stop staring. The way the breeze weaves its way through your hair, the way the moonlight makes your face glow, or the way you stuck your hand out the window to feel the summer air. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful.

“What?” You laugh, pulling him out of his thoughts.

His cheeks reddened as he briefly averted his gaze with a soft laugh. You were back on the ground now, the sound of the engine no longer helping as silence filled the car. Then he looked at you again, your eyes sparkling in a way that only yours do. The words were on the very tip of his tongue, ready to spill his declaration of love to you. His heart was racing, the pounding beat seemingly in his ears as he opened his mouth to speak.

Then both your attention was pulled away as an angry Mrs. Weasley yelled her sons name.

The third time he almost told you was at Hogsmeade. He was watching you from a distance with Harry and Hermione, grumbling angrily as he glared at the sight. Your arm had been linked with Draco’s as you walked, having just come out of Honeydukes with a box of chocolates.

“Why would she come here with Malfoy?” He muttered through gritted teeth, fists clenched in his pockets. He didn’t understand how you were friends with him, and he didn’t understand why it made him quite this angry. But he was grateful he could blame color in his cheeks on the winter weather, though Hermione knew it was her poor friends temper.

“Maybe it’s because you didn’t ask her,” she suggested.

“We always go, Mione,” he grumbled.

Unbeknownst to him, it was not a date you were on. It wasn’t the first time Draco had taken you here or bought you something, you were his good friend. And quite honestly he was going above and beyond just to get under the redheads skin, he’s Draco after all. And he somehow knew about Ron’s feelings for you.

“Why don’t you just tell her you love her?” Harry asked, as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“Shut up, Harry,” he groaned angrily, “I don’t love her.”

Except he did. He absolutely did and the way you smiled at the blonde made his stomach churn and twist in knots. He was two seconds away from storming up to you and declaring his feelings, but he thought better of it. Instead, he went off in the other direction, no longer wanting to be there.

The fourth time was after a quidditch match that landed him in the infirmary. After a bit of competition with Cormac, that may or may not have been to impress you, he took a fall that luckily wasn’t too high from the ground. It was quiet while Madame Pomfrey healed his broken leg good as new with a carefully crafted potion, but it all changed when you had showed up.

“Ronald Weasley, are you okay?” You panicked immediately, eyes bouncing over the scrape on his cheek and several others that littered his pale skin.

“I’m fine, Y/n/n,” he chuckled, earning a glare from you.

“It’s not funny, Ron. Any higher and you could be dead!” You looked like you were on the verge of tears as you stared down at him, his hand gently enveloped by yours and you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath to cool off before opening them again, his eyes on you.

“I guess my beginners luck had worn off,” he said with an airy laugh, prompting an eye roll from you that inevitably turned to a smile.

You brushed strands of red hair from his eyes before cupping his cheek with your free hand. The tips of his ears burned and his cheeks tinged pink at the action, the way your thumb was brushing back and forth along his cheek making him want to gush about how completely and utterly in love he was with you.

He scooted over and offered a smile, hoping you’d understand what he was getting at. You laid down next to him, cautious of his leg nevertheless but laying your head on his chest. You tried not to think about how hard his heart had been beating, had it been because of you?

“Y/n?”

“Hm.”

“I…” you hadn’t seen the conflicted look on his face, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

The fifth time is at Bill and Fleur's wedding. You were a bit late with Ginny, Ron holding a half conversation with Harry because he just couldn’t focus. His eyes were on the tent entrance more than they were his best friend but at this point he didn’t care about being obvious. You were the missing piece, it didn’t feel as bright when you weren’t there. He couldn’t stop thinking about you really, you’d invaded his mind long ago and he couldn’t get you out of it, not that he wanted to. He wanted to hold you, he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to wake up with you every day for the rest of his life.

Somewhere between Harry’s muffled words and his own thoughts, you had walked in, the last little bit of attention he gave Harry vanishing and going to you. A soft smile pulled at the right corner of his mouth, widening to a toothy grin when your eyes landed on him. Harry had gone to join Ginny, and once Ron had stopped gawking at you he found some words to say.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled at his words, remembering the night he said them at the ball a few years prior. But he meant every word. Your hair was curled, framing your face perfectly. The color of your dress fit your skin tone so beautifully. And the way you looked at him, it was enough to knock the breath out of him, make his knees weak.

He’d waited an agonizing half hour as he watched you dance and converse with Luna because he’d been too shy to ask you to dance. His brothers certainly gave him grief for it when they found him gazing at you from across the room, to which he grumbled and glared at them, only tearing his eyes from you momentarily. Luna knew as well, not that Ron was discreet but she always was able to sense these kinds of things. So she pushed you off in the redheads direction.

Now you two were dancing, and he too was thinking of the Yule Ball as your hand was in his, head on his shoulder as you swayed about the dance floor slowly. The smell of your perfume flooded his senses, the sweet smell so distinctly you. “Y/n?”

He could’ve kicked himself for that, scrambling to think of an excuse or something else to say. But when you lifted your head to look at him, it didn’t matter. He could see every freckle that peppered across your nose and cheeks at the close proximity, your smile making his heart skip a beat. He only opened his mouth, closing it once more before resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

You knew what he was going to say, at least you hoped you did, feeling the stare of all your friends burning into the both of you. He was smiling when you turned your head, hand pressed to his chest as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You rested your head back on his shoulder, his hand quickly finding yours again as he let his eyes fall closed.

The first time Ron Weasley says ‘I love you’, finally says it, it’s not exactly how he’d planned it to be. The two of you, amongst several other Hogwarts students had been helping to rebuild for the new year. The damage Bellatrix, as well as the entire battle, had caused left some parts nearly unrecognizable, but it had come a very long way since the beginning of summer. It wasn’t quite the Hogwarts you’ve all grown up with, but there was a newer, more improved school for young witches and wizards to call their home in years to come.

After the rebuilding had been finalized, the two of you, along with Harry, Hermione and Ginny had separated from the group to head down to the lake. It finally felt like you could breathe for the first time in months. Like the weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders was beginning to lighten some.

Harry and Ginny dipped their feet in the water, the couple enjoying their first bit of free time while they had it. Hermione had tucked herself against a tree with a book, another at her side in case she finished that one. Of course you had no doubt that she would.

You and Ron had a bit of distance between yourselves and the group, sitting amongst the slightly overgrown grass. He watched you fondly as you skipped rocks on the lake, his chin in his hand as his elbow rested against his knee. He squinted against the afternoon sun and the breeze blew his ginger hair in his eyes some, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from you even if he tried. It was something about the way the sun made you look golden, reflecting off your hair that had a couple wildflowers tucked within it. Or the way you smiled each time a rock successfully bounced off the water. There was something about you that was so entrancing, he could never quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was everything. It was definitely everything, he concluded.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Ronald? It just might last longer,” you laugh lightheartedly.

His face immediately flushes a light shade of pink as he averts his gazes momentarily. Those words were on the very tip of his tongue again. The words he could never manage to get farther than that very spot.

“I have a secret,” he manages, wringing his hands as he tries to control his pounding heart.

“Oh yeah?” You tuck your hair behind your ear as you wait for him with a smile.

“Yeah,” he laughs softly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at you. He watches as you lean back on your hands, looking up at the sky. He knows he can’t let the silence brew any longer or else he’d make a fool of himself. “I love you.”

The words were soft and a bit hesitant, his quiet admission causing you to turn your head with a furrow of your brows. “What?”

He swallowed thickly, sitting up a little straighter. “I love you.”

It’s more confident this time, a little louder. His cheeks surely burned brighter than moments ago. You smile softly and he feels himself relax at the simple gesture, and before he knows it your lips are on his. A feeling he’s so desperately longed for for an obscenely long time. He found himself missing it the moment you pulled away, though you hadn’t strayed too far as you rested your forehead on his.

“I love you, Ron Weasley,” you whisper, kissing him once more.

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witch-and-a-half · 4 years

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a weasley winter holiday

who’d have thunk i’d get carried away with a christmas story during a september heatwave?

notes: reader x fred, fluff, no specific house/year/etc, a tiny innuendo or two ;)

words: a little over 3k (sorry it’s so long!)

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As the train slowed to a stop, Fred felt his girlfriend’s hand squeeze his gently. He glanced back at her with a soft but still humorous grin, “Nervous?”

“Not at all,” she exhaled. [y/n] did her best to give Fred a confident smile, but her eyes betrayed her. He could see a glint of worry in her eyes. [y/n] had visited the Burrow last summer before going to Quidditch World Cup, but that felt like ages ago. It was easy for her to disappear into the commotion of the Quidditch World Cup, and she wasn't dating Fred at the time. This was going to be her first Christmas at the Burrow… and her first time meeting the Weasley’s as Fred’s girlfriend.

Fred did his best to sound reassuring, “You really have nothing to worry about. Everybody knows and loves you already. You’ll only be meeting Bill and Charlie for the first time…”

“... and they’ll just be glad you’re distracting Fred from bothering them. Actually, I think you should be worried that I’ll be mad you’re hogging my prank buddy.” George finished.

[y/n] scoffed at George’s suggestion. She knew he was only joking, but there was still a little piece of her that wondered if there was some truth to his statement. Maybe her presence really would throw off the whole family dynamic.

The three rose to their feet, and Fred stretched up to grab their things from the overhead railing. Fred handed [y/n] her bag and took note of the way her hands shakily clutched its fabric straps. He pulled down George’s suitcase, shoving it into his brother’s arms with just enough force to knock him back into his seat. “Hey!” George looked genuinely confused. Fred only raised his eyebrows, communicating his irritation with his brother's statement. Fred took her hand and led the three out of their compartment where Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione were waiting. [y/n] took a deep breath. She was determined to squash the nerves before they got off the train.

You know the Weasley’s. She thought. They like you. Fred likes you. George and Ron and Ginny like you. Harry and Hermione will be there too, and they like you.

Fred noticed his girlfriend lighten as you walked through the train corridor. “[y/n] is worried Bill and Charlie won’t like her.” he jokes to the group. [y/n] stepped off the train onto the platform. “I’m not really that-” she started, but was interrupted by Ginny, who came to stand next to her, “It’s okay to have nerves. I’m sure Bill and Charlie will love you; they’ve already heard plenty of good things.” [y/n] shot Fred an accusatory look. His cheeks reddened a bit, “It’s not just me! Georgie and Ron and Gin have talked about you too.”

“There’s mum!” Ron said and he started pulling his trunk down the platform. [y/n] spotted the red-headed woman as she hurried toward the group with outstretched arms. Her face was as kind as [y/n] remembered, but she still felt a wave of worry sweep over her.

Fred had known for a bit that [y/n] was anxious to spend the holiday with his family, but she had been careful not to let him find out that she was most worried to meet Mrs. Weasley. [y/n] knew how loved Molly Weasley was—by her children but also by their friends—and she had been perfectly kind when [y/n] visited before. She had only spent a few hours with Mrs. Weasley before the World Cup though, and who knows how she would feel about her son’s girlfriend. [y/n] fought the urge to tense up as the words “my boyfriend’s mother” echoed in her mind. She knew it would break Fred’s heart if he found out his girlfriend was scared to meet his beloved mother.

[y/n] masked her nerves as Mrs. Weasley released Ginny from a tight embrace and turned to [y/n]. “Hello dear! You’re taller than when we saw each other last!” Mrs. Weasley pulled her into a warm hug. She smelled like fresh baked bread. In a funny way, it reminded [y/n] of the way Fred often smelled of explosives and sweets. “Thank you so much for inviting me to stay with you, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Oh, we are so pleased to have you dear. I’ve been so excited to get to know Freddie’s girlfriend.” She pulled away from the hug but kept her hands on [y/n]’s shoulders. The kind look stayed on her face as she looked [y/n] up and down.

“Yeah, he was basically begging in that letter-” George chortled.

Fred moved to smack his brother on the arm, but Mrs. Weasley beat him to it. “He didn’t beg,” her gaze turned from her sons back to [y/n], “And he wouldn’t have needed to. We obviously want [y/n] here for the holidays.” The hand that was still on [y/n] stroked her upper arm lovingly. “You can call me Molly, dear.”

“Mum, please, I’m starving.” Ron groaned. He had been first to receive a hug, so he had been waiting the longest while she worked her way through the rest of the group. His face turned a bit when both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione gave him a scolding look. He fell into step with Harry as Mrs. Weasley led the way out of the station. “Bloody hell,” [y/n] heard Ron whisper to Harry, “they’re already ganging up on me.”

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[y/n] was quiet most of the way to the Burrow. She listened intently to the chatter. Mrs. Weasley’s children were catching her up on life at Hogwarts and all the other things they couldn’t fit into letters. Fred noticed his girlfriend’s silence and his heart panged as he realized she might feel out of place. He was just about to tell his mother about the pastries [y/n] had given out before their most recent Quidditch match—they turned half the school’s hair bright red and gold—when they arrived at the Burrow. Fred caught [y/n]’s eye as he unloaded their luggage; she looked content, but Fred wasn’t quite satisfied with that.

Fred and [y/n] were the first inside the Burrow, and they paused a few feet inside. [y/n] had barely begun to soak in how cozy the Weasley home was when she felt a soft pinch on her upper arm.

“Ouch… Fred what was that for?”

He gave his girlfriend a toothy grin while she rubbed her arm in the same spot Mrs. Weasley had at the train station. “Just checking if you’re alright, love.”

At that moment, Mr. Weasley came into view at the bottom of the staircase. “Surely I didn’t just watch my son pinch his lovely girlfriend?” his tone was mostly sarcastic, but the emphasis on “pinch” turned Fred and [y/n]’s cheeks rosy.

“Yeah, honestly. Who raised you Freddie?” George said from the doorway.

Mr. Weasley patted George on the back as he passed his father to head upstairs. He brought Fred in for a quick hug and similar clap on the back, before extending his hand to [y/n]. His jaunty but firm handshake reminded [y/n] of when they’d met before. Her heart lightened as she remembered how kind Mr. Weasley was. He looked her dead in the eye, “Let me know if he pinches you again. Molly and I will scold him like when he and George were little and would bite their brothers.” [y/n] giggled as Mr. Weasley winked. Fred was too relieved by his girlfriend’s ease to defend himself.

“Oh, I’m sure [y/n} already knows Fred’s a biter.” Ron piped up from behind them.

[y/n] felt her face flush, and she didn’t even have to look at Fred to know his cheeks were the reddest they’d been all day. She turned to Ron just in time to see Mrs. Weasley gently smack the back of her youngest son’s head, “Ronald!” He rubbed the back of his head, still grinning. But the cheeky look fell from his face when he saw the anger in Fred’s eyes.

Ginny giggled and grabbed [y/n]’s hand, pulling her up the stairs “Hermione and I will show you where the girls sleep.”

As they climbed the stairs, Ginny turned back to [y/n] with an amused look still on her face. [y/n] mouthed a “thank you” for saving her from the most awkward moment of her life. As they neared the second floor, [y/n] turned to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Weasley quietly lecturing Ron. Fred stood beside her with his arms folded and face stony. But he still winked when he caught [y/n]'s eye.

Once the three girls reached Ginny’s room, they burst out into laughter. Even [y/n]. Ginny brought [y/n] to sit next to her on her bed. Hermione knelt next to her bag, but rested her hands on her knees before unzipping it, “Fred looked like he could’ve killed Ron on the spot.” [y/n] shook her head and leaned back onto Ginny’s quilted bed. “Oh my god,” she said, giggling in disbelief.

“Welcome to the Weasley home!” Ginny said with her arms spread out ceremoniously.

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During [y/n]’s first few days at the Burrow, she became much more at ease around Fred’s family. She no longer got lost on her way to the bathroom. When George or Ron poked fun at her, she quipped back as though they were in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Just as soon as she’d nearly relaxed, however, Bill and Charlie arrived. It was just a few days before Christmas and the oldest brothers were greeted with the same warmth and vigor as everyone else. Fred waited until everyone else had gotten a chance to say hello before bringing his girlfriend up to meet his older brothers. [y/n] was ever grateful that he boyfriend thought to introduce her without an audience. He rested his hand on the small of her back as they waited, and he rubbed a few gentle circles with his thumb as he led her forward.

Before she could reach out to shake Bill’s hand, he pulled her in for a gentle hug. She felt the nerves melt as he released her. But the worry rushed back when she heard Charlie’s concerned voice.

“Oh god Freddie…” he said, directing a convincingly sorrowful look at [y/n] and then Fred, “You haven’t told her?”

[y/n] bit her lip and glanced at Fred, whose eyes narrowed in confusion.

Charlie’s face broke into a familiar sunny grin, “She’s horribly out of your league.”

“Charlie, I swear to-” Fred began to lunge at his brother, but was cut off by a chuckle that made his heart leap. He turned to see [y/n] covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Oh, nevermind. I guess she already knows.” Charlie nodded, with a humorous glint in his eye that [y/n] had seen before in his brothers’ eyes.

“Just making sure she knows where you got your humor from!” Charlie called as he strode into the dining room.

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Once [y/n] had warmed up to the oldest brothers, it began to be glaringly obvious which Weasley still made her uneasy. She knew Mrs. Weasley liked her. But everytime she was in the room, [y/n] began to overthink everything she said and did. What if she said something that made Mrs. Weasley think she wasn’t good enough for her son? What if Fred’s arm around [y/n] makes her upset? Aren’t mothers supposed to be judgmental of their son’s girlfriend?

The evening before Christmas Eve, [y/n] and Fred found themselves truly alone for the first time. They rested on a couch in the living room as the fire died out; everyone else had gone to bed or were chatting elsewhere. [y/n] sat next to Fred with her legs draped over his lap and her head rested on his chest. His arm reached around her shoulder, keeping her close to him. The opposite hand sat on her knee, his fingers tapping lightly on the fabric of her flannel pajamas. She closed her eyes and focused on the way his chest steadily rose and fell beneath her. His heartbeat was a bit less steady though.

“Can I ask you something?” Fred said softly. [y/n] had never heard his voice sound so unsure before. When she tried to shift to look at him, his hold only tightened. It was like he was worried she would leave if he didn’t keep her against him. Her voice was shakier than she’d have liked, “You can ask me anything, hon.” The hand on her knee stopped tapping and just held on firmly.

His words made her heart ache worse than she had imagined they would. “Do you-” he paused, “Do you not like my mum?” His voice was low, but clear.

“Oh Freddie…” she felt her eyes prick with guilt. “I absolutely love your Mum.”

His grip on her lightened and she pulled away a bit so he could see her face in the dim light. He wished she’d make eye contact with him though. “But you are so much quieter when she’s around…”

A moment passed before [y/n] looked up at Fred. When he saw the glisten of tears in her eyes, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. His gentle hand came to the back of her head to pull her into his shoulder. [y/n] nuzzled her head into her boyfriend’s neck. She fought back tears, but a few fell when she realized how unfair it was to Fred that she’d been treating his mother poorly and now he had to comfort her. She should be comforting him.

[y/n] wrapped her arms around Fred’s torso and sighed, “I just really want her to like me.”

Fred rubbed his fingertips along the nape of [y/n]’s neck as she explained how worried she was about Mrs. Weasley thinking [y/n] wasn’t good enough for her son. Fred’s confusion slowly melted away. Once she’d finished, [y/n] was startled by the feeling of Fred’s shoulders shaking. At first she thought he was crying, but when she pulled away to apologize, she realized he was laughing quietly.

Now [y/n] was confused. Fred brushed the tears off of her face lovingly, holding back the laughter that threatened to spill out when he saw how confused she was.

“Have you been paying any attention? Didn’t you hear what Charlie said?” Fred asked incredulously.

Lips pursed, [y/n] shook her head. She was only slightly irritated by her boyfriend’s sudden humor.

“You’re out of my league!” He grinned as [y/n] buried her head in Fred’s chest again. When she came back up to look at him, she was smiling too.

“Oh shut up!” she swatted his arm playfully.

“I’m not kidding!” Fred shifted sideways a bit so he could grab [y/n] by both shoulders and look her in the eye. “Do you know how relieved they are that I’ve found such a sweet and down-to-earth girl? My mum was convinced I was going to live here and bother her forever.” His voice was still quiet but earnest. [y/n] could tell he would be talking louder if it wouldn’t attract attention.

“Oh my god..” [y/n] said breathlessly. She felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. How long had she been carrying that weight? Her hands found the back of Fred’s neck and she pulled him in for a deep kiss. Since coming to the Burrow, they had only caught quick pecks or light touches, so the kiss was hungry and full of a welcome relief.

“Mum adores you [y/n].” He said when they pulled apart. His palm still cupped the side of her neck and his thumb rested gently on her jaw. Her breath gently fanned out along his lips as he saw tears tease the outer corner of her eyes. “[y/n], she told me she loves you. She even told me this morning.”

Only one tear fell, and Fred quickly swiped his thumb along her cheek to catch it.

[y/n] thought back to earlier in the day when Bill brought her and Ginny along to help him pick out a gift for his mother. Fred had stayed behind to help Mrs. Weasley bake Christmas cookies. [y/n]’s heart soared and she wrapped her arms around Fred’s broad shoulders. They sat like that, both relieved, for another hour or so. Occasionally, [y/n] would feel Fred’s soft lips on her forehead and she would leave chaste kisses on his neck and jaw in return.

Neither of them noticed when Mrs. Weasley passed by the doorway, pausing for a moment to look at them and smiling to herself. She recalled what her son had told her that morning as they made cookies: “Mum, I think I love her.”

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[y/n] was shook awake by Fred two days later. “C’mon girls! It’s Christmas!” George exclaimed from the doorway. Hermione and Ginny sat up groggily. The whole family had spent the night before decorating—and eating—the Christmas cookies. [y/n] had gone to bed exhausted but exhilarated by the sense of belonging. When Charlie accidentally broke his gingerbread man, he passed the leg to [y/n] and nudged, “Now it’s a stocking!” And Mrs. Weasley showed her how to make perfectly round buttons on her snowman cookie

Fred sat next to [y/n] on the couch as presents were opened. Everyone had loved the gifts [y/n] had brought: little Muggle trinkets she’d handpicked for each family member. The wide eyed look when Mr. Weasley opened his Mr. Microphone was absolutely priceless.

As the morning came to a close, Mrs. Weasley brought out packages wrapped in brown paper and tied up with shiny red bows. Ron muttered something to George under his breath as Mrs. Weasley carefully passed out the right gift to each person.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” [y/n] smiled, without the hesitation she would have had a week ago.

She patted [y/n]’s cheek lovingly and gave her a knowing look, “You can call me Molly, dear.”

Everyone opened their packages to find the famous handmade sweaters. [y/n] set hers on her lap and gently traced the outline of her initial with her hand.

“Oh it's lovely Mrs.-” but she caught herself, “It’s lovely Molly. Thank you so much.”

[y/n] caught Molly’s gaze just long enough to see the love in her eyes. Before she could fully take it in, she felt Fred nudge her with his elbow.

She looked up at him, a childish smile still plastered on her face. “I thought these were only for family?” she whispered quietly. Fred grinned and brought his head down a bit to whisper in her ear.

“They are.”

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 7

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As she waits for the car in front of her to pull ahead, Kensi basks in the warmth of the bean juice as it moves its way down her throat. She so focused on her morning joe that she doesn’t notice the lone figure standing on the curb. Her brow furrows in confusion as he steps up to the side of the car. “Oh, my god, babe, what are you doing?”

The dirty shaggy blonde flashes his partner the gross yellow caps that are surrounding his teeth, earning a cringe. “Had a little LAPD undercover field trip early this morning. Can I get a ride?”

She extends her head towards him, sniffing as the unknown smell assaults her nostrils. “Is that you?”

“I like to go method, you know that.”

“That’s really disgusting.”

“I have to be convincing and the smell is a big part of that.” He places his arm against the window sill, sending his girl a wink. “So how bout that ride?”

“I love you but I wouldn’t let you ride in my trunk smelling like that.”

“Are you serious?”

It takes everything in her not to dry heave as a new odor enters her bubble. “Serious as that smell coming from your clothes.” Shaking her head, the brunette smirks, sending him a playful wink before driving off.

“No, no. No, no. Come on, Kens!”

“Bye, cutie.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he watches the retreating taillights fill his vision, leaving him stranded on the side of the road. “This is love.”

••••

Later that day the junior agent listens to the older man’s theory as to which direction the missing marines may have headed, but her instincts tell her that what he’s saying isn’t necessarily true. “I’m not so sure, Major. I found SUV tracks heading in the other direction.”

The older man rolls his eyes, almost challenging the brunette. “I’m pretty sure they’re heading away from Mexico.” He dismisses the pair, focusing on his own agenda before walking over to the rest of his team. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Did I just get blown off?” She turns to her boyfriend, honestly wondering why she’s at all surprised by the Major’s reaction.

“Like Ronald McDonald at a PETA convention.” He shakes his head, knowing if anyone can track, its one Kensi Marie Blye. Without an ounce of doubt in his eyes, Deeks looks to her. “Hey, trust your gut.”

A barely there smile rises to her lips. She sees the absolute faith he has in her shining bright in his cerulean blues. It’s calming and gives her a moment to center herself. “Looks like somebody was being dragged, which seems to fit the scenario.” She follows the trail, but stops when its clear that it goes on for miles.

Realization hits her and she tries to bite back a smile thinking about how her partner his gonna respond to what they have to do next. “You ready to go for a little ride?”

The words leave her lips and he can’t help the smile that spreads to his face. The image of her in nothing but satin lace saying those exact same words has him in a trance.

She sees his eyes glaze over as he licks his lips. Shaking her head, she can only imagine what’s going on in his head right now. “On the bikes, Marty, on the bikes.”

“So no hot desert sex then?” He playfully pouts.

She ignores his question, walking off towards the dirt bikes in hopes that he didn’t notice the blush rise to her cheeks.

••••

Two hours later, Kensi suddenly stops, pulling of her helmet as her partner follows. “I’ll never understand why you do this for fun.”

The corner of her mouth curls into a smile when she watches him shake his hair. The dirty clothes mixed with his sun kissed skin does things to her, a lot of things. “You look rugged, babe. Wouldn’t make you for a four-star hotel camper.”

“Kens, the last time we went on vacation you and Kip went on an ATV adventure while me and the cupcake girls stayed at the pool all day and got pedicures.” He suddenly pauses, the first string of words suddenly washing over him. “Wait, you think I look rugged?”

“Yeah, like Malibu Ken, he wasn’t anatomically correct either.”

He eyes his girlfriend, challenging her. The squawk of laughter she lets out makes his heart flutter. He’s been working on her sense of humor for 20 years now, when she thinks she’s being funny somehow it makes the situation all the better. His little weirdo. But that also doesn’t mean he can’t ‘fight’ back. “In that case, I guess I’ll just have to keep what I have to myself.”

“You wouldn’t last 10 minutes.”

“Oh you think so?”

Her eyes follow him up and down as she examines his body, bitting her bottom lip. “I guess only time will tell. Oh, yeah, I forgot to ask, are you good with me walking around the house naked tonight? It’s just these clothes are so constricting today, I need a little bit of air.”

“Uh.” He’s left frozen in the hot desert sun, well all but one part of him. She’s gonna be the death of him, but what a way to go.

••••

Dread fills her being as she watches the guy who was chasing after her partner come back on the ATV. Her heart races, thinking about how his lifeless body could be laid out alone somewhere, but before she can get too deep into her thoughts the perpetrators surround the bulldozer spraying bullets right towards the brunette and marines.

They’re so focused on those they can’t see that they miss the lone assailant approach them on their side. Just has he lifts his gun, a series of bullets hit the man from out of nowhere.

Kensi’s brow furrows, wondering if their back up has finally arrived when out jumps her rugged looking boyfriend covered in more dirt than she remembers. She’s so angry with him for losing contact that she doesn’t even have time to take a relieving breath that he’s alive.

The detective hops over the scrap of metal, coming up beside his partner. “Did you miss me?”

“Where have you been?”

“They killed my bike.”

They crouch down even further as the bullets continue to fly, their eyes lock, trying to come up with a plan. Any plan that will get them out of this alive.

With not much time Deeks realizes the action he needs to take to ensure the best possible outcome for their safety. “Alright, you know what? I’ll draw their fire, you make a run for the SUV.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Not really, no.”

Before she can respond he’s halfway across to the trailer spraying the men with bullets, once he’s found cover behind the old truck, Kensi makes her move as her partner covers her.

She quickly makes it to the SUV just as one of the guys loads the rocket launcher. As she’s messing with the wires, a whirling sound fills the air followed by a loud explosion. Looking up, her heart sinks once again, knowing that’s the exact same spot where her love was. “Marty.”

Giving up. That’s all she’s thinking about now as the perpetrators continue their assault. They’re outnumbered and Marty is more than likely dead. It’s hopeless.

As she lays there in the seat of the vehicle a sudden twirling noise fills the air, to much of her relief she soon recognizes the sound. Help has arrived.

Staying down until backup has taken care of the men, Kensi takes a calming breath as a lone tear escapes her eye. God how is she going to go on with her life? How will she explain it to his mom? How will she explain it to their friends?

“Look, baby, I know you’re tired, but you can sleep when we get home.”

Her eyes go wide at the sound of the oh so familiar surfer drawl that belongs to her best friend. Before she can even process what’s going on in her head, her body is jumping out of the seat and lunging into his arms. “I thought you were dead.”

“I’m okay.” He places a kiss to the top of her head. To say the explosion knocked him on his ass is a bit of an understatement. He was this close to being engulfed in flames, so close in fact that the back of his jacket is charred. So close to losing all he had with her and leaving her by herself. That thought alone, sends his mind into overdrive.

Realizing that their coworkers could be walking up at any minute, they quickly pull apart, the aching to be close to one another radiating through their beings. Sharing a look, they center themselves and get back to the art of deception. Rushing over to the marines, the partners help load them into the chopper and take a much deserved sigh of relief. All in a days work.

••••

They finally get back to the mission later that evening to grab their things, gladly leaving their paper work for tomorrow. The pair say their goodbyes to the rest of the team before heading out to their respective vehicles, but the shaggy blonde stops her from getting into her car. “How about I pick you up from your place and we go for a ride?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Observing the area around them, the detective makes sure the coast is clear before taking hold of her hand, his thumb moving back and forth across her soft skin, bringing both of them a sliver of comfort.

His eyes find hers, there’s so much he needs to say to her, but now is not the time. “I love you.”

She’s caught a bit off guard, not by his words, but the turmoil and sadness written in his eyes. “I love you too, Marty.”

••••

She looks across the vastness that is the ocean. The golden and pink hues that envelope the world around them is one of the most magical things that she’ll never get tired of. But the view is the last thing on her mind because something’s been off with her boyfriend for the better part of the day and then their interaction in the parking garage, has her wondering. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I-I need you to...”

“Need me to what?”

His chest rises and falls as he takes a calming breath. He’s not really sure of what he’s about to asks her...actually he is. Turning towards her, he’s met with her concerned loving mismatched eyes, and it gives him the courage to continue on. “Marry me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Great, Marty. That’s just great. You have an entire rolodex of words and those are the ones you choose.”

“Marty. Baby. Stop.”

Taking another deep breath, he tries to gather his thoughts.

They sit in silence for a few seconds before he finally gains his courage once again to confess what’s been at the forefront of his mind for the past couple of hours. “Kens, I love you. In some way I’ve always known that I was in love with you. You’re my best friend, the person I want to share everything with. I don’t know how you did it but that 8 year old little girl I met 20 years ago made me feel the safest I’ve ever felt in my life and she’s been doing so ever since.” He reaches for her hand, needing contact now more than ever. “I know this is sudden, but when you think about it, its really not. We know everything about each other, we’re a part each other, past, present and future. I want you to know that you can count on me for the rest of our lives. Baby, I’ll always be here loving you and being your biggest supporter. I so very much want you to be the same for me, so...Kensi Marie Blye, will you marry me?”

There are tears in her eyes, this is sudden and happening oh so fast. Her heart is racing and her thoughts are all over the place. Sliding across the old leather seat, she brings her lips to his. “I love you so much, and I want all of those things that you do, but I think I need a little time to process everything. Is that okay?”

He should’ve saw this coming. I mean they’ve only been dating for a week and this topic has never come up. His best friend is one of the most level headed people he’s ever known, so he recognizes that she needs time to process this commitment and all that comes with it. He places a reassuring kiss to her lips, a barely there smile across his face. “Of course it is. I didn’t mean to spring this all on you. It’s just what with today and the explosion, I knew I didn’t want to waste another minute.”

“And we’re not.” She assures him, if there’s one thing she knows its that life is short and there’s no promise of tomorrow, but she still needs to gather herself and her thoughts. If they’re going to do this, she needs to have a level head not be wrapped up in the near death experience of today. “We’re together. I just want you to know that no matter what, I do want everything with you. I just need some time to process everything.”

“I understand.”

She places a kiss to his lips once more before her head finds his shoulder. “I love you.”

His head finds hers as they stare out across the cliff side sunset. The tension in his body slowly releases as her fingers intertwine with his. As long as she’s still here, that’s all that matters. “I love you. I love you so much.”

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turtlycute · 4 years

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do you have an anime watch list for beginners like the best animes of all time

Hello Nonny, thank you so much for your question. This is going to be a long post so get comfortable.

Like any anime lover, I have my own ideas of what some of the best animes for beginners might be. Unfortunatly, a lot of the "best of all time" type anime is not really the best for newer viewers. Like for so many others, my first animes were epic series like Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Sailor Moon and Inuyasha. These all hold special places in my heart and are all fun nostalgic or first watches.

The anime genres I tend to gravitate towards now are slice of life, comedy, drama, romance and shoujo with some sports, supernatural and mystery animes thrown in. So, keep that in mind as you read this list. If those are not your kinda things, then this is not the list for you. A lot of shows on this list are classics or highly popular in these genres. I've also choosen anime that comes in both English sub and dubbed versions because, for beginners, dubbed is sometimes easier to follow and enjoy. Subbed or dubbed, there is no judgment here as long as you are enjoying what you watch. Finally, I tried to stick to anime with mostly 1-3 seasons only. There is nothing wrong with the more epic long running series and many of these fall under "the best of all time" heading but seeing that an anime has 100+ episodes can be kinda daunting for a novice viewer. Now to the list...

First of all, if you are just wanting to try anime but, not wanting to commit to a whole series, I would recommend starting with a movie or two. Some classic films I would recommend would be Totoro, Spirited Away and Howl's Moving Castle from Studio Ghibli. Some more contemporary films like, Your Name, Weathering With You, A Silent Voice and Wolf Children, would also be great anime starting points. These films are staples for any anime collection.

Now, as for anime series, here is just a list of 10 that I think quality animes and would be great beginner watches.

Ouran High School Host Club:

Haruhi Fujioka is a scholarship student at the elite Ouran High School. One day, Haruhi becomes accidentally indebted to the school host club. Now she must work off her debt by playing the role of a male host to the female student clientele. Hilarity ensues.

This reverse harem show is a much loved modern classic for a reason. It's full of fun characters and lighthearted comedy moments with just enough drama and romance to keep you coming back for more.

Maid Sama:

Misaki Ayuzawathe is the first female student council president for a previously all boys school. Now, her life is busy with maintaining top grades, keeping the male students in line, recruiting more girls to the school and keeping her part-time job at a maid cafe a secret. When one day Takumi Usui, the most popular boy in school, discovers her secret job, Misaki finds herself doing everything she can to keep him from revealing the truth to the whole school.

This shoujo has enough of comedy, romance and drama to satisfy anyone's appetite.

Fruits Basket:

After finding herself orphaned and homeless, high schooler Tohru Honda makes a new home with classmates Yuki and Kyo Sohma along with there guardian Shigure Sohma. But the Sohma's have a dark secret, they are under a curse that causes them to change into animals from the Chinese zodiac when hugged by members of the opposite sex. Now, Tohru must keep their secret as she learns more about this family and their curse.

There are actually 2 different versions of this show. Many people would recommend that you start with the completed classic 2001 version but, I'm going to say it's okay to skip that for later and dive into the 2019 reboot and ongoing series. The newer series is so beautifully animated and has a more detailed version of the story than its predecessor. This shoujo is full of drama, comedy, romance, supernatural mysteries and inspirational moments. You'll definitely need a kleenex box when watch this one.

Kamisama Kiss:

One day high school student Nanami Momozono finds herself abandoned by her father, penniless and homeless. After she saves a mysterious man in the park, he offers to help her by giving his home to her. She soon discovers that this gift home is really a rundown shrine and she has magically become local land god. Now, she must learn to juggle her school life and her new position as a land god. Luckily for her, a reluctant fox familiar named Tomoe comes with the shine and has to give her assistance with it all.

This classic is part shoujo comedy and part supernatural adventure. I definitely recommend this in the English dub if for no other reason than to enjoy J. Michael Tatum's voice work as Tomoe.

The Morose Mononokean:

Hanae Ashiya spends his first week of high school with a mystery illness that has left him feeling increasingly weak. He eventually discovers that the cause of his illness is a large fluffy creature that has attached itself to his back. When Hanae comes across a flyer advertising an exorcist who expels youkai, he decides that exorcism might be just the thing to remove the creature. The flyer leads him to the Mononokean and a magical tea room which suddenly appears. The Mononokean turns out to be a fellow classmate, Haruitsuki Abeno, who reluctantly helps Hanae but, demands that Hanae work as his assistant to repay him for the exorcism. Now, Hanae spends his free time working to learn about yokai spirits and how to best help the yokai that live in the mundane world.

This supernatural comedy is just fun to watch, with enough drama to keep you interested. It really has that classic Saturday morning anime adventure feel but, for a slightly older audience.

The Devil is a Part-Timer:

Just as Demon Lord Satan, a.k.a the Devil has nearly conquered the world of Ente Isla and destroyed his enemies, a hero named Emilia corners him and forces him and his top general to escape through a portal to modern day Earth. Emilia, of course, follows him determined to finally defeat the Devil. But now they all find themselves on Earth with no powers, they must discover how to survive even if that means the Devil must get a part-time job at Mc Ronald's just to pay the rent.

What can I say about this show... It starts out with an almost stereotypical supernatural action/adventure anime feel only to turn into a comedic slice of life with a little romance and the ocational fight sequence thrown in. This show is one of the best examples of how versatile anime can be and a great way to get a little taste of a lot of genres.

Death Note:

High school student Light Yagami stumbles upon a supernatural notebook that allows its owner to kill by simply writing someone's name down. Light soon sees the death notebook as a way to reform society's ills by killing criminals and undesirables to create world without crime. Once the police discover that a mysterious serial killer is targeting criminals, they bring in the worlds greatest detective, L, to find and capture this serial killer. This begins a epic battle of witts between Light and L.

This classic anime is a lot darker than anything else on the list but, it's definitely worth mentioning. It was one of the earlier animes I watched and I'm still a fan to this day. It falls mostly into the categories of thriller, supernatural, mystery, horror and crime drama. It is also another one that I'd strongly recommend the English dub over the subbed version. So, if you want to take little walk on the anime dark side, this is a good place to start.

Yuri On Ice:

After a disastrous performance and coming in last place at the Grand Prix, ice skater Yuri Katsuki is thinking about retiring. That is until his skating idol and living legend Victor Nikiforov shows up to his home offering to be his coach. Now, with Victor's help Yuri works to rebuild his career and fight his way to a gold medal at the Grand Prix Final.

Yuri On Ice is my all time favorite anime so, of course it's going to make the list. So much about the struggles and perseverance of the characters in this sports anime is inspiring. Then, when you add in a little romance, flashy skating routines to a great original soundtrack and the drama of competition, everything about this show gets a gold medal.

Free!-Iwatobi Swim Club:

Haruka Nanase has always had a strong connection to the water and a passion for swimming. As he starts high school, Haruka is reunited with childhood friends from a youth swim team, Nagisa Hazuki and Makoto Tachibana. The three decide to start a school swim team. Now, they must recruit a fourth member and train to be able compete in their first swim meet. Watch to see these guys bond as a team and friends and as they pursue their goal to compete at Nationals.

There are a lot of great sports anime out there but, this one is a good one to start with. Free! exemplifies so many standard tropes within this genre and does in an engaging way with an easy to understand sport. There are multiple seasons and movies for this series but, the first season, Free! -Iwatobi Swim Club, is satisfying enough as a stand alone.

My Roommate is a Cat:

Subaru Mikazuki, an introvert writer with social anxiety, adopts a stray cat after a chance encounter. Together they both learn they are not as alone as each of them believed.

This slice of life anime is sooooo relatable, cute and funny. If you're looking for something that's low key and will make you feel all warm inside, than this is the show you should start with.

Here are some honorable mention animes to also consider: Toradora, ReLife, Princess Jellyfish (I just love this show and think everyone should watch it), Black Butler (if you're willing to sort out the correct viewing order it can be worth it), the classic Avatar: The Last Airbender (yeah, yeah, yeah is it anime or isn't, doesn't matter it's a great gateway) and Kakuriyo- Bed and Breakfast for Spirits

So here are some of my top favorite anime for beginners recommendations. A nice mix of classic standards and a few newer shows that really show off specific genres. These are just my opinions, I'm sure there are many other animes that should probably make this list. As always, if anyone wants to add to this list or make some different suggestions please feel welcome to add your own favorites in the comments or as a reblog. Thank you Nonny for the ask and I hope you find this list helpful.

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Title: In Bad Waters - part thirteen Word count: ±3280 words Episode summary: Still in possession of the Winchesters’ belongings, Zoë meets up with the hunters on her next case. When it turns out to be a little more complicated than anticipated, she accepts their help in order to make an important deadline. Part thirteen summary: The three hunters have unraveled the truth, but need more details to close this case once and for all. Time to break the news to the Shire family. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Descriptions of domestic violence/child abuse. Drug use/addiction. Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures/resuscitation. Swearing, alcoholism. Supernatural creatures/entities, mentions of demon possession. Descriptions of torture and murder, drowning. Illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Author’s note: Beta’d by @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons. Thanks, girls! Gif does not belong to me, but I was unable to track down the creator. Is this your gif? Let me know.

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist

S1E02 “In Bad Waters” Masterlist

The ‘67 Chevrolet Impala rolls onto Lake Front Drive, a street where along both sides beautiful large homes are situated. On the left of the road they find a gorgeous house with blue woodwork, a big driveway and a nice yard, located right next to the lake. It’s the perfect picture of a family home, right out of a real-estate commercial. A dock runs out into the silent waters, geese bob at the surface as guardians of the deep.

Sam is waiting in the shadows of the streets on the side of the road, blending into the darkness, but his brother spots him, however. Through the window he has been watching Mrs. Shire, who is currently tidying the kitchen, while her son is out on the dock, absently bouncing a basketball on the wooden planks. When his brother’s car slowly moves past and comes to a stop, Sam emerges from the black shade. The tall guy crosses the street with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Right on time,” he comments, when Dean gets out of the classic car. “I don’t know who is in that grave, but it isn’t Laura,” Zoë fills in, emerging from the Impala with some difficulty. “The bones showed no signs of healed fractures.” Sam sighs; great, another curveball. “So where could she be then?” “We have a hunch,” Dean says, nodding his head at the waters. “Remember that she was soaking wet?”

Stunned, his younger brother turns to watch the shimmering surface, huffing when the pieces of the puzzle come together. “She travels through water,” Sam realizes. “It’s an awfully big lake, though.” “There isn’t a lot of current, so that at least helps. We need to figure out where Shire dumped her. That should narrow it down,” Zoë contemplates, glancing at the reservoir as well. “Let’s wrap this up, shall we?” the older Winchester suggests, ready to close this case.

He strides towards the Shire residence, but notices Zoë isn’t directly behind them. Dean glances further back and spots her. She got only several feet from the car in the timespan he reached the house, limping towards the men with her hand on her waist. Apparently the stiffness got worse after the car ride. “Comin’, Speedy Gonzalez?” he mocks. “Shut up, assface. I’ll be there before Christmas,” the wounded huntress bites back.

Fighting an amused grin, Dean climbs the stairs to the front door and pushes the bell. Before Mrs. Shire answers, Zoë joins them. “So what are we? FBI? State Police?” Zoë leafs through the several ID’s she’s got in the inner pocket of her leather jacket. “Just follow my lead,” Sam says without any further explanation.

Before she can ask about it, the door opens. A chain prevents the door from swinging out entirely; seems like the homeowner took precautions after the attack. Completely useless measurements of course, they need a lot more than a little chain to stop a ghost from entering. A tired and worried face of a woman in her late forties partly shows. “Can I help you?” she asks gently yet careful. “Yes, we are--” Zoë automatically takes the lead and is about to flash her badge, when Sam intervenes. “I’m Sam, that’s my brother Dean and this is Zoë. We’re here to help.”

Perplexed, Zoë stares at Sam, but recovers quickly. This is certainly not the approach she expected or would have chosen herself. He’s actually going to tell her the truth? She exchanges looks with Dean, but he doesn’t seem worried. Apparently he’s used to this tactic and has confidence in his brother. “Help me with what?” Mrs. Shire returns, puzzled. “We know what happened to your husband. Our sympathies,” Sam continues compassionately. “But there are some things we need to talk to you about.”

Doubtful, Mrs. Shire looks from one to the other. They can’t blame her, after the unexplained murder of Ronald, it’s only normal to mistrust anyone to show up at her doorstep, especially three complete strangers. “I don’t know who you are, but I already talked to the police,” she claims, after which she intends to close the door. With a quick movement, Zoë places her hand against the varnished wood to prevent it from locking. Her piercing brown eyes look straight into those of Mrs. Shire. “We know who killed Ronald,” she states, straight to the point.

The woman’s eyes widen as she freezes on the spot, shocked by the reveal. The widow is not the only one who is staring at Zoë. Sam doesn't seem pleased with her angle at all; talking about the direct approach. “Smooth.” Dean clears his throat while pronouncing the word. Normally Zoë would have glared at him, but this time her piercing gaze remains on Mrs. Shire, trying to get through to the woman. It seems to work, because she takes off the chain and steps back.

The hunters enter the house calmly. Zoë looks around like she always does when she’s someplace new. It’s a common household, the homey 90’s decor inviting. Pictures of the happy family fill the walls, portraying an illusion. She glances into the kitchen, spotting the dinner table she saw the family seated at in her flashback, the image exactly the same. While they walk in the living area, Sam hastens to the back of the house. “I’m gonna make sure her brother is okay,” he notifies, before he leaves the room. Mrs. Shire’s eyes dart to Dean and Zoë in confusion. They can read from her facial expression that she’s worried and suspicious; two words in that sentence raise a big question. “Her brother?” she repeats, dazed. “Is this about Laura?” “It’s about both your late husband and daughter,” Dean explains as he sits down.

Hesitating, Mrs. Shire settles on a comfortable chair opposite Dean. No one asked her to take a seat, but apparently something inside her tells her it might be wise. Zoë, on the other hand, remains standing. The only man in their company leans forward and rests his arms on his knees, forking his hands together. He pulls at his bottom lip with his teeth before he starts off; this is gonna hit hard. But before he can speak, the mother across from the table does. “Did you go to the police?”

Zoë can’t help but to raise her eyebrows. They are about to tell her who killed her husband and she’s worried about the police? Dean and Zoë exchange a look, after which Zoë answers. “No, we haven’t,” she states. “They usually don’t handle things like this that well.” “Things like what?” Mrs. Shire wonders, unable to follow. Dean sighs and glances up at his hunting partner; here goes nothing. “Things like ghosts.”

Flabbergasted, the woman across from the table observes them both. Then she starts to laugh nervously. “You’ve got to be joking,” she scoffs. But both Zoë and Dean keep a straight face. “Do we look like we’re joking?” Zoë returns the question. The tense smile slowly disappears from Mrs. Shire’s face as she gapes at them. These two people who invaded her house are dead serious. Nevertheless, she refuses to believe it. “This is outrageous, I can’t believe I’m still listening to this.” She gets up as the anger sets in. “Get out of my house.” “I don’t think you want to be kicking us out,” Dean shoots her a penetrating glare. “Sit down, Mrs. Shire.”

The widow holds his gaze, but the anger is replaced with a hint of fear. No wonder, because Dean’s order sounded intimidating, making it very clear that they won’t be leaving anytime soon. A necessary evil that sometimes is needed to get shit done, and for once Zoë appreciates the older Winchester’s angle. His stern message does its job, because Mrs. Shire settles on the chair again and places her hand on her lap, anxiously pulling her skirt down.

“Like I said, we know what happened to your husband,” Zoë says, her voice somewhat softer now. “But we also know what happened to Laura.” “I don’t know what you're talking about,” the woman claims. “That’s funny, because Laura was pretty precise on the details of how you were very much aware,” Zoë returns.

Bug-eyed, Mrs. Shire stares up at the young woman - who is still standing next to the couch with her arms crossed in front of her - then her gaze shifts to Dean, frantically searching for answers. Zoë suppresses a sigh when the widow keeps looking at him like a deer in headlights. This is taking too long, and it’s not like the huntress has all the time in the world. Annoyed, she glances at the backdoor, wondering how Sam is doing. “We know what Robert did to Laura. There’s no use denying that; we know everything,” Dean makes clear. Not believing what she’s hearing, tears well up in her eyes. She swallows apprehensively. “H-How could you possibly know?” she stammers. “Take in consideration that ghosts are real and I believe you can answer that question yourself,” Zoë enlightens her.

Speechless, Mrs. Shire’s eyes drift off as they shimmer, then she closes them and tears roll down her face, mourning silently. Now Zoë too looks down at her shoes, not sure how to deal with this. She isn’t the type of person who puts her arm around someone to comfort the grieving, especially not to someone who looked the other way while her daughter was being abused. Dean doesn’t undertake action either and so they let her be. After a while, she starts to talk.

“Ron always had an unstable personality. He could be a loving guy and just like that--” She snaps her fingers, “- he could change into this bad-tempered, aggressive man. I hoped that having a family would change him.” She shivers during a short pause as she wipes at her tears. Dean observes the mother, as Zoë leans on the back of the couch. The sympathy they have for Mrs. Shire grows, now that they learn that Laura wasn’t the only one Ronald used to beat up when he was in a bad mood. “When Tom was born, it seemed like something inside him did shift. Tommy meant everything to Ronald, he never laid a finger on him. But then, when Laura came...” Mrs. Shire closes her eyes as teardrops find their way down her weary face. “He never meant to kill her, he just lost it that evening. She was stubborn and he lost it.” Whimpering, she buries her face in her hands. “He had to cover it up. Tommy and I and even Ronald, we would have lost everything. Our home, Tom’s school, what was left of our family, everything. We just didn’t want to make it worse.”

Son of a bitch, Zoë mouths without making a noise. Dean notices her expression and shakes his head himself. He could give Laura credit for what she did to her father, but this has to stop now before it spins out of control. “Mrs. Shire, I know this is tough, but we need to know where Laura’s body is,” he confronts her. She sniffles. “She - she’s buried at Linwood Cemetery.” “No, she’s not,” Zoë immediately cuts in.

Bewildered, the woman opposite of them glances from Zoë to Dean. The huntress can see from the look upon her face that this time, she genuinely doesn’t have a clue what they are talking about. As Zoë observes her response, another theory starts evolving in her head; what if Laura’s mother never knew about the body swap? What if she thought that she really buried her daughter at Linwood Cemetery? Maybe the only people who knew about the switch were Ronald Shire and Dr. Hughes. “Where else would she be?” Mrs. Shire utters, staggered. “Don’t play tricks on us,” Dean warns. “Dean, wait,” Zoë interrupts. “Was the coffin ever open during the ceremony?” The hunter looks over his shoulder; just like Mrs. Shire he seems disoriented. The only man in their company gives her a questioning look; where is she going with this? “No, Ron insisted it was closed. Why?” Mrs. Shire replies. Zoë sighs deeply and rubs her face, then she turns to the woman in front of her again. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but Laura was never buried in Linwood Cemetery.”

Overwhelmed, Laura’s mother stares at the young woman in her living room. That’s truthbomb number three they just dropped on the widow who also lost her child. Mrs. Shire is being hit in the face with information that is almost impossible to digest, and it is starting to show. “W-what? But - but I stood at her coffin at the funeral. I - I visit her grave every day,” she whimpers. “Where is she? Where’s my Laura?”

Damn good question, Dean realizes. But he also knows that if Mrs. Shire doesn’t have a clue where her daughter is, they might be on a very dead end, literally.

“We believe she’s in the lake. We hoped you could tell us where exactly,” Zoë admits disappointedly. Out of pure desperation, the woman huffs and looks away. Dean can see she’s about to break, and decides to fill in the blank lines for the poor mother. Having answers is usually more comforting than being left in the dark.

“We believe your husband and a friend inside the hospital switched Laura’s body with a Jane Doe of the same age, because Ronald was afraid someone might start talking and kick off an investigation,” he explains. “He could forge documents and her medical records as Chief of staff, but if this had become a case, forensics would’ve noticed the many healed breaks and injuries that are consistant with child abuse if they had found Laura’s actual remains. He would’ve faced jail time.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Mrs. Shire whispers, covering her mouth with a shaking hand. Unable to swallow back the tears, the poor woman glances at Dean, a question dawning on her. “If - if what you just said about Laura’s… ‘ghost’ is true, why didn’t she tell you where her body is?” “Laura isn’t exactly cooperative,” he tries to explain. “She doesn’t want to be found. The hate and frustration she feels right now is driving her to get to the people who never helped her, while they could have.”

“The murders, first Ronald, then her principal Mr. Van Dyke, after that her teacher and a colleague of your husband, about two hours ago. They all knew about her situation, but in one way or another failed to do anything about it. Laura’s taking revenge for that,” Zoë fills in. “She would never do that. She’s ten, she’s not capable of murdering people,” her mother claims in disgrace. “I think she’s more than capable of violence, after what her father did to her,” Dean brings to mind.

“As a spirit, she doesn’t think or act rationally anymore. All she feels is rage, sadness, and frustration. She’s out of control. That’s why we have to find her and stop her. Otherwise you and your son will be in danger,” Zoë tells her. “She’ll…” Scared blue eyes dart up at the huntress. “She’ll come after us?” “You listened, you saw, but you didn’t act,” Zoë says, harshly yet truthful. “You didn’t stop it.”

For a moment, Mrs. Shire is able to hold the young woman’s gaze, but before Zoë’s eyes, the mirage of the perfect mother begins to falter. What started the day when Ronald struck his wife the first time and escalated when Laura lost her life, has left this family in ruins. The middle-aged woman begins to quiver, unable to keep her emotions at bay, and breaks down completely.

Zoë, not being the most patient of the three hunters, looks down on the woman who did nothing, and yet had such a big part to play in Laura’s violent death. Although she sympathizes with her, the tears aren’t helping anyone. Time is ticking and they have nothing besides a lake the size of multiple football fields. Also growing slightly impatient, but able to hide it, Dean gives it one last try. “Don’t you have any idea where he might have hidden her? Any clue at all?” “I know where she is.”

Surprised, the older Winchester looks over the back of the couch while Zoë turns around, both facing a young boy. He’s about thirteen years old and has blonde hair, with the same blue eyes as his mother. Sam’s standing behind him, a hand on his shoulder. “Tom? What are you talking about, honey?” his mother asks, concerned, trying to compose herself in front of her son.

He looks up at Sam, who puts a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, you can tell her now,” he ensures. Anxious, he turns back to his mother and takes a moment before he starts talking. But when he does, he stuns each and everyone in the room. “That night, when Laura…” He swallows apprehensively and takes a breath, then continues. “I saw Dad at the lake. He rowed the boat out and dropped a big bag in the water. When he came back, I pretended I was sleeping.”

Astounded, Dean and Zoë take in the brave little kid, who just stepped forward and gave them the break they were desperately looking for. An eye-witness, one whose voice was taken away by years of seeing so much brutality, that it left him petrified whenever he came close to telling. All this time, the little fellow knew, but couldn’t speak, knowing that he could quite possibly suffer the same fate as his sister.

“Oh, Tommy…” Mrs. Shire whimpers, as she walks up to him. The mother folds her arms around her son, who hugs her back while tears start rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Mom,” he cries, holding her tight. “I knew Dad would have been furious if I had.” “It’s okay now. Don’t worry, it’s alright,” she whispers while laying her hand over the top of his head, caressing his hair softly, yet she is barely able to hold it together herself.

The three hunters exchange a look, silent witnesses to the embrace, the last shards of this family mended before them. The truth has been revealed, offering them a strong chance to solve this case. They need more details, though, and the only one who can provide them, is Tommy. Zoë concentrates on the young boy, once he slips from his mother’s arms. “Tom, do you remember how far your father went out?” she asks, kindly. “Not that far, he didn’t pass the goose nests,” the teenager tells her.

They remembers the birds on the lake. Good, they have a marked area now, something to go on. Zoë straightens her back and glances at the boys. “Seems like we are taking a swim,” she comments. “You’re going to bring her to the surface?” Mrs. Shire swallows with difficulty, both upset and relieved that they might be doing so. “It’s the only way we can lay her to rest,” Sam answers.

“There’s diving equipment in the boathouse. Tom and Ron used to swim in that lake all summer,” she offers. “Thanks, that might come in handy,” Zoë takes it as she checks her watch. “It’s gonna be completely dark in about a half an hour.” “Okay then.” Dean sets his shoulders, glancing between his brother and Zoë. As much as he likes a good hunt, he’s not fond of the fact that he’s on the menu of this nasty little spirit. Seems like they will be done with this case by tonight, though. With strong words he finishes. “Let’s do this.”

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irkenheretic · 3 years

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9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

ok so im actually going to give a few answers because i have 3 characters i reallysuper dont like

so lets go:

my most disliked character from a purely canon stance is.... sizz-lorr. i feel like this is a pretty safe choice for Least Liked. like man he was an asshole to zim et cetera, sure zim escaped but idk i just dont like him at All. hes the kind of character i love to hate yaknow, frycook is one of my favorite episodes and i live to just yell at the tv whenever hes on

but ngl the whole “sizz-lorr did nothing wrong” side of the fandom rubs me the wrong way. like you look me in the eyes and tell me that authoritarian-ass irken empire would be just.... fine with sizz-lorr enacting vigilante justice like that wrt finding zim and borderline torturing him? “its just like any retail job” man i remember when my mcdonalds manager made me climb into the ronald mcdonald costume that was filled with grease. standard part of the job!

(and yea they might be fine w the vigilante justice thing bc zim but i feel like theyd still give sizz-lorr SOME sort of punishment because that sort of thing is... generally frowned upon)

so yeah that side of the fandom really pisses me off bc theyre the type that tends to force their headcanons onto others and be The Correct Ones. like let people do whatever goddamn. im not reading ur dissertation on why sizz-lorr is a good guy..... im happy for you. or sorry that happened.

anyway im putting the other 2 under the cut bc then i can nuke the post if controversy happens

other most disliked: ZIB. in the comics he’s.... okay. he’s a cool villain! i liked the reveal! BUT THE FANDOM....... guys, y’know he was planning to commit multidimensional genocide, right? he’s not an uwu softboi? right? you know this right??? i REALLY like him as the worst traits of zim and dib combined and showing that dib can (literally and figuratively) BECOME zim in the worst possible timeline and im sure a sort of rehabilitation of him could be treated well but idk nobody rly does much w him other than making him a slightly more prickly dib to project on

i feel like its part of the fact that a lot of the fandom is newer fans from florpus where dib is more the good guy and WAY more mellowed out, so they tend to project on him, so when a Meaner Dib shows up they can project on him too while kinda sanding off the edges to make sure theyre not being TOO problematic

(this phenomenon is why theres not much serious tallest stuff i dont think. many tallest fans r antis so they gotta be Nice N Pure so they cant actually do any deep dives bc theyre assholes and Bad Space Dictators so no nuance here! only funny jokes)

anyway my number one disliked character.... that i cant even watch the episode she appears in...

is TAK.

i just.... i just find her so overrated!! i thought id like her better nowadays since i disliked her AND gaz when i was younger but.... i dont??? I REALLY DONT GUYS..... I DONT GET IT!! (fwiw i fucking love gaz now)

her WHOLE schtick is just, Zim, But Better. it gets old REALLY quickly and i always thought her disguise kinda sucked? like, think about it. sure zim’s disguise looks shitty but its at least TANGIBLE. you can just... UR HAND IS GONNA GO THRU A HOLO THINGY!!! WHAT HAPPENS IF SHE HAS TO GO ANYWHERE AT NIGHT? OR IN THE DARK??? WONT IT GLOW?? SINCE ITS A HOLOGRAM???? every time i see her im like MA’AM WHAT IF DIB TOUCHES YOUR HAIR?? HIS HAND IS GONNA GO RIGHT THROUGH!!

also if she was such a brilliant invader she shoulda figured out how to get out of a room.... bet zim wouldve figured it out. sure he wouldve figured it out by blowing the whole building to smithereens but hey.... he figured it out!

and idk i just find her SO OVERRATED by the fandom like shes EEVERYWHERE and it just makes me hate her even more like idk i just donnnnnnnt get it shes NOT THAT COOL she just brooded for 20 years or however long it was until she could get to zim and kick his ass and take his already fake mission?? if she didnt have that hypno thingy she wouldve been toast.

#now calling the tallest

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itsskythoo · 4 years

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She never knew what would have happened, she never imagined that one simple thing would cause her to lose the love of her life. She didn't know by accepting to go to Hogwarts with her bestfriends she would have met the love of her life, or that the love of her life would end up dead in her arms because of a grave mistake she made. Draco Malfoy is the reason that the love of her life was dead and she would make him pay if it was the last thing she did.

Skys pov

7 and a half years ago I started school with my best friend, Ron Weasley. It was one of the best experiences ever, with many surprises along the way. One of these being I fell in love with Ron's brother, Fred. As long as I’d known the family, Fred always helped me with things and helped me pull pranks on my friends. I had always looked up to him, but I didn’t mean to fall in love with him. Ron and I even had a list of “rules” and a certain rule said I was not allowed to fall in love with his siblings. Funny how things happened.

~YEAR ONE~

“Ron how much of an idiot could you be to say that to her after everything she's helped you with already”

I had screamed at my red faced best friend. He had once again not used his head and told Hermoine Granger how much of a know it all she was. Not that he was wrong, but it was uncalled for. “Sky is right Ron, she just helped you in charms class and you humiliated her in return,” Harry agreed. Ron just looked at us like we were insane for calling him out.

“Oh bloody hell not you two ganging up on me.” Ron yelled in the great hall

“You're just mad because you know Sky is right.”

I looked up to see Fred and George joining the conversation. Those two were always getting into trouble, or watching it. Or both. Those boys made everything a bit more interesting and always found a way to make people laugh.

Ron looked at Fred like he just got stabbed in the gut and walked off furiously.

“Bloody hell you've done it now Sky” Harry shouted at me, chasing after Ron. He would come to his senses later on.

I look across the table to where Fred and George now sit and they just smirk at me like they've played the biggest joke.

“What do you guys want,” I glared at them.

George just looks at fred and then back at me and leaves without a single word

“Hey sky” Fred looks at me as if im this puzzle hes trying to figure out

“Yes fred? Can I help you with something” I ask him sarcastically.

“No, I just wanted to tell you that was bloody brilliant of you the way you made Ronald so angry.”

I look at him in shock. I was not expecting that at all.

“It was never my intention to make him angry and even if it was I certainly didn't do it to impress you. Good day Fred.” I silently make my way back to the Slytherin common room, wondering what my time at Hogwarts would bring.

~YEAR TWO~

The summer before my second year at Hogwarts was an amazing experience for me. I traveled all around the world with my parents. Sadly, my parents are close friends with the Malfoys, so I had to spend some time with Draco since our families went on a vacation together. I wasn’t thrilled at the idea but Draco is actually quite mellow and easy to get along with once you get to know him. He asked a lot about Hermione however, asking about how she’s doing. He must have some sort of crush on her, which is odd considering she hates muggle-borns like the rest of his family. My family also dislikes muggle-borns except for me. I’m always the odd one out. My travels around the world made my summer very enjoyable, but I was ready to get back to hogwarts and spend the year with my friends. New adventures await and I am ready. “SKY” I hear someone shout my name on the platform when we reach Hogwarts. I turn, recognizing that voice as easy as my own; “RON” soon i'm tackled to the ground with red hair in my face.

“Bloody hell Ron I missed you too but did you really have to tackle me to the ground!!?”

“Sorry about that Sky, i just haven't seen you all summer. I missed you.”

I look at him in shock before I roll my eyes.

“Don't go getting soft on me Weasley,” I say.

His eyes so wide

“Me? Never. How was your summer sky”

I walk beside him to try and go find harry and hermione

“It was amazing my parents and I traveled a lot”

He looks at me in shock before deciding to speak his mind

“You hate being alone with your parents..how was it amazing?”

“Oh I wasn't alone with them we traveled with the Malfoys and it was quite amazing if i'm being honest”

He looks at me with anger in his eyes before slapping me across the face

“BLOODY HELL RON WHAT WAS THAT FOR”

All eyes in the great hall turn to us both draco and fred look at us and rush over to us

“Stay away from me salvatore.” ron screams at you and in that moment you felt your heart break into a thousand pieces

“Salvatore? Really because I spent the summer with Draco and his family you hate me now?”

I wait for his answer with tears streaming down my cheeks

“You know what he did to me...to my family. You are the only one who knows so yes I hate you. When you decide who your real friends are come find me”

I just look at him in absolute shock

“GO TO HELL WEASLEY”

Fred looks at me with pity before running after his brother. Draco comes closer to me and looks at me;

“Sky?”

I know he's talking but i can't even breathe or register what just happened

“Sky it's me, Draco come on love lets get you out of here”

I don't move or say anything until he touches my arm and pulls me into a hug and that's when i break

“Oh god oh god oh god what did i do oh my god” I break down into sobs and its hard to breathe and everyone is staring at draco and i

“Draco”

I look up at him with fear in my eyes

“I know Sky, come on i'll get you out of here”

Before walking out of the great hall with Draco I see Fred watching me silently asking if i'm okay but i can't deal with anymore weasley drama so i just walk out ignoring his gaze.

A few months later Draco and I have become quite close ever since the breakdown on the first day back. If Draco is not at quidditch practice he's with you, you couldn't find Draco without finding me. I still miss Ron a lot and I miss Harry and Hermione but they hate my guts all because I'm friends with Draco. I still talk to the twins from time to time and I always enjoy that, but it's not the same as having Ron as my best friend.

I was walking to potions with Draco when I felt a shoulder hit mine and I fell to the ground. I looked up to see Ron and some 3rd year laughing. I look around hoping draco is somewhere around and to my horror he's on top of ron punching him over and over again

“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH HER YOU FILTHY WEASLEY”

“DRACO STOP IT! STOP IT DRACO '' I start screaming at him but he doesn't budge until I grab his shoulder and he just pushes me to the ground and I just stare up in horror at him.

“Sky oh my god I’m so sorry” draco is suddenly at my side as if he just wasn't beating the living hell out of someone who i still consider my best friend.

“Draco no. don't touch me dont look at me, don't even talk to me. I trusted you and you hurt the person I care about more than anything else, you were a best friend to me and you hurt my best friend no screw that my family. It doesn't matter what he's done. I love him and I trusted you.”

With that I walked away from the only person I had left.

I had expected to spend the rest of the year alone but a few hours later sitting in the library silently crying into my potions textbook i feel a pair of eyes on me i assume it's the same pair that's been on me all night

“Fred i know you're there you can stop pretending to study we both know you don't study especially for potions”

I hear him chuckle before he pulls a seat up next to me and makes me look at him wiping the tears off my face

“What's wrong gorgeous”

I look at him in shock and i can feel my cheeks heat up

“First of all i'm not gorgeous and second i lost my best friend and then i lost draco and he's all i had left”

He looks at me and just pulls me into a hug and i start sobbing into his chest

“I miss him so much Fred”

He just pulls me in tighter and holds me till i stop sobbing

“Love, listen to me, you are so beautiful. And i know rons been an asshole to you this year but he misses you too”

I look at him in doubt

“Then why has he beat me up all year?”

i hear footsteps behind us and i see another red haired boy but not his face so i assume its George but i finally see the strangers face to see Ron

“Ronald..”

“Hey sky..can we talk?

I look at Ron in shock before shaking my head

“Look Sky i know i was a world class jerk this year and for that i'm sorry, i know that the past few years have been hard on you with everything that your dad did to you and i'm sorry i slapped you, i miss my bestfriend im sorry and i know you probably hate me and never wanna s-”

“Shut up Ron” and i tackle him in the biggest hug

“I love you sky”

“AWW RON YOU GOT SOFT ON ME”

Ron just rolls his eyes at me

“Lets go Sky”

~YEAR 3~

“Ron can you believe we are already back at hogwarts!”

I look up at him waiting for a response

“I cant believe im stuck with you again even after you spent the whole summer with us” he snarkily replied

“Oh weasley you love me”

Ron just rolls his eyes and continues his walk to the great hall trying to find the rest of our friends, finally finding hermione and harry we all sit down talking when all of a sudden Ron is screaming at a spider he seeing on the table and fred is laughing and the spider disappears

“Seriously fred?!”

Ron looks at Fred in anger as Fred runs off

“God what an ass”

I look at fred before responding “I know”

Ron looks between fred and I before yelling at me

“HEY HEY RULE NUMBER 9”

“Oh come on as if”

He looks at me in doubt

“Yeah tell that to the drool”

“OH WHATEVER”

I roll my eyes and shove ron while sneaking glances at fred and i see him winking at me and i blush even after 2 months of dating in secret he does those things and i still get flustered. I know that if Ron found out he would kill me but this summer I fell for Fred hard and he was there for me for things i couldn't tell Ron.

A few hours later I'm sitting in the Slytherin commons looking at a picture of Fred and I'm wondering how I got so lucky to have him as my boyfriend when Draco and his goblins come in and sit down next to me.

“Can i help you boys with something?” i snarkily ask them

“Just curious about something sky, how did a broken girl like you get a guy like Fred?” Draco asks with that smug look on his face that I want to slap off his face.

“I don't know what you mean by broken and as for fred i didn't get him we are just friends”

Draco rolls his eyes before saying something that shocks me

“Sky you forget we were fairly close last year, i helped you with all your panic attacks and was there when you had nightmares and helped you through your depressive episodes and as for Fred i know as well as you do that you guys are dating you look at him like he's your world.”

I look at Draco in shock with tears in my eyes before i hear what else he adds

“And let's be honest, Sky he could never love someone as broken as you, he'll leave you just like your brother did and just like everyone you've ever loved has. He don't want to stick around for someone as broken as you”

With tears streaming down my face I ran out of the commons in search of my boyfriend. I see a few 1st year gryffindors and ask them if they've seen Fred and they let me know he's in the east corridor with Ron and George, i can feel myself getting lightheaded and dizzy like i always do when i get panic attacks. I finally see his red hair and i yell his name;

“FRED” and with that I collapse not being able to hold myself up anymore

“Sky? Baby what happened?”

I suddenly realize that he's with Ron and I see how hurt Ron looks in that moment but I can't focus on that right now because my sight goes blurry with all the tears streaming down my face and I start sobbing into Freds chest.

“Shh its okay darling i'm here”

A few minutes later though it feels like hours. I've finally calmed down and I can stand up on my own. I look up at Ron and see his face morph from worried to anger.

“Ron can we talk?” i look at him with sadness in my eyes

“No but i will, how could you do this to me Sky after everything i've done for you how could you betray me like this?” he asks me that with anger and betrayal in his eyes.

“I DIDN'T CHOOSE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM RON '' i blurt out before i realize what i said i run away not wanting to see the look on ron or fred's face.

Im sobbing in the west corridor when i see draco come up to me and try and talk to me but before he can say anything im walking away to the pond i always used to go to when i needed to think, i hear someone following me i assume it's fred coming to break up with me but i turn around to come face to face with a platinum blonde malfoy boy staring at my brown eyes.

“What do you want malfoy? Come to make me question myself even more?”

He looks at me with what looks to be an apologetic look on his face?

“No i came to apologize i never meant to hurt you, i was hurting and i miss you and i'm sorry. Are you okay sky? You don't seem okay”

I look at him softly before putting on my facade of happiness on before i reply

“Im perfect draco no need to worry about me. And for the record i miss you too”

His face softens before he replies with something that shocks me

“ Sky you was my best friend, i know you're not okay you don't need to lie to me, let me help you. We can be friends again. I can help you the way the weasleys can't. You know I know what it's like to feel the way you do so why not let me help you.”

“Draco are you kidding me? You broke me last year seeing you beat ron up..it hurt me. I was..i was falling in love with you and you broke my heart. Besides my best friend despises you I can't lose Ron again ``I remark like it's a fact.

He just stares at me in shock, “you were in love with me?”

I look at him like it was the most idiotic question ever, “i was starting to but im not anymore like i said you broke my heart and you know what? Fred fixed it. I'm in love with him and i'm pretty sure he's gonna leave me, because who could ever love someone as broken as me?”

“I could” says a voice behind Draco and that I recognize as my boyfriend.

I turn around to face the one and only Fred Weasley

“Fred..hey”

He smiles at me

“Come on my love let's take a walk”

I go with fred before turning around and running up to draco and hugging him before whispering “i'd love to be friends but ron cant find out” then i say louder, “thank you draco for making sure i'm okay”

I then run back to my boyfriend and walk with him and it's silent but not in an awkward way it's a comfortable silence before he finally says something,

“I love you sky”

I look at him and reply back with love in my eyes

“I love you weasley”

The rest of the year went by quickly with stolen kisses from fred dirty looks from ron and stolen conversations with draco i spent the first part of summer break with draco and the last 2 months with fred and his family, ron still hating me.

~YEAR FOUR~

When we return back to Hogwarts, im honestly in shock of how far i've come the past 3 years and how much i've learned and grown. I've fallen in love and I've gained and lost friends. Ron still hates me for dating his brother he refused to talk to me all summer but here we all are running from an attack for he who must not be named and his followers, i can hear Hermione's screams and then someone grabs me and i start screaming

“FRED” i start screaming

“SKY WHERE ARE YOU”

And then i see draco and then the guy who grabbed me is on the ground

“Sky are you okay?”

I look at him and look back at the stranger on the ground

“Uh yeah i'm okay thank you draco. I should get back to fred and the group but seriously thank you”

“No need to thank me darling,i'll always be here to protect you”

I wonder what he means by that but I forget about it quickly after being back in Freds arms.

Over the course of my 3rdyear i had gotten particularly close with a certain Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory, that only increased over the summer, now it wasn't like that, i had fred and i love him. Cedric was like my big brother. I could tell anything too. We were as close as Fred and George are. As soon as his name was selected for the triwizard tournament I had this feeling in my stomach that it wouldn't go well. But like i said he was basically my big brother so i supported him i was there throughout everything and i started to think maybe i was wrong and it would turn out okay in the end. Oh how wrong I was. As soon as Harry came back with Cedric's body I let out a blood curdling scream. Fred looks at me with worry and tries to get me out of the stadium but i run up to harry and tackle him and start shouting

“WHAT DID YOU DO POTTER WHY IS MY BROTHER DEAD WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO”

“He's back sky..he's back.”

I look into his eyes and i know he's telling the truth

~YEAR 5~

Year five was awful for me. I didn't talk to anyone besides Fred and draco. I started hating Harry for getting Cedric killed and I started failing my classes. But at the end of the year I was in the worst place I could be. I was gonna use one of the unforgivable curses on myself. This is until Ron walked in on me and stopped me. That summer I spent it with him and Fred and they helped me get better.

~YEAR 6~

Nothing happened basically all of year 6 up until the end draco asked for my help with killing dumbledore because he was now a death eater. It was the beginning of the end of my life as i knew it, dumbledore was dead and draco wasn't the person i knew anymore. I hated him for what he did so I refused to talk to him.

~YEAR SEVEN~

Hell. i was in literal hell my whole life has ended when I saw his body it was like i was watching it as a movie like it wasnt real. I look up and see Draco holding a wand after he just performed the killing curse on the love of life. We were gonna get married have kids and now thats all gone, Fred Weasley is dead. I let out a scream and ron and george finally realize i saw the whole thing.

“Sky come on lets get out of here ill take you to your dorm” Ron calmly states while walking towards me like im a scared animal who will run away if he moves to fast.

“NO” i shout at him and he jumps, I see george walk towards me and hugs me

“Sky he loved you so much and hes never really gone, youll be okay” george whispers softly in my ear. Suddenly all i feel is rage and i push him away and i look at him the boy who has the face of the love of my life before i say something that shocks everyone,

“Fred is dead i wont be okay because he was the love of my life. Draco killed him and i swear to god, if its the last thing i do ill kill him. Hes not getting away with this.” Then i walk out of Hogwarts and dont turn back. And now im here, alone and angry. I swore id get my revenge and i will. Draco Malfoy will regret ever picking up his wand. I swear to you Fred he wont get away with this

#draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #angst #harry potter x reader

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Draco Malfoy FF 1-2

Female! OC

Monster From Hell - Draco x Female!OC

Chapter two

“Hogwarts leaves in ten minutes!” Someone yelled as Michelle and her brother entered gate nine and three quarters. “First years!” a man yelled at an entrance to one of the compartments. “I’ll see you after you get sorted, don’t make friends with the wrong people, stay safe, and don’t blow all your money on the trolli candy,” Fraser said, bending down to look his sister in the eyes, She nodded gulping. A smile appeared on the boy’s face standing upright, he ruffled her hair and brought her in for a hug which she of course accepted, “You will do great okay El, don’t worry about anything” He said as he hurried off, leaving the girl alone.

Michelle boarded the trail, her cat’s caddy in hand. It seemed almost every seat was taken. Until she came across a compartment with trash flowing out of it. She peeked inside to see two boys with enough candy to fuel an army of doxy’s. She lightly cleared her throat making both boys look up to her.

“Do you mind if I join you. . . there really aren’t any seats?” She asked nervously. Both boys nodded vigorously as food was in their mouths.

“Harry, m-my name is... Harry… Harry Potter” the boy with glasses fumbled around with his words, obviously nervous at the presence of a female.

“Nice to meet you, Harry, I am Michelle, Michelle Goodwind… and you are” Michelle questioned the redhead boy, who was still filling his mouth with copious amounts of candy.

“Ron Weasley,” He said slowly, swallowing all the food before he continued, “Pleasure meeting you Miss Goodwind, so… what houses are you hoping for” His voice was full of curiosity. Michelle not expecting such a forward question nervously chuckled and fiddled with her hands before answering, “Uhm I would be fine with any house to be quite faint. I think that every house has its ups and downs, all houses have characteristics but I think it honestly just depends on how you choose to see a house” She was careful with her words so as to not offend anyone who had a prejudice against any house. The boys seemed to take a second when taking in this answer, Ron just nodded acting like he understood anything she was saying. He leaned over to Harry and whispered “Ravenclaw for sure” Harry chuckled not really understanding the whole house thing for himself, he just knew Slytherin was bad apparently.

While the three we’re talking to, the door opened revealing a frizzy-haired little girl, “Has anyone seen a toad?” She asked obviously annoyed, everyone shook their heads. The frizzy-haired girl sighed. She noticed Ron was holding his wand, “Are you doing magic? Can we see some of your spells” She asked sitting beside Michelle, Ron grabbed his wand pointing it at his pet rat and said, “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!” In which nothing happened, causing Michelle to chuckle at the gullible boy. The girl cleared her throat, “Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example,” She pointed her wand to Harry’s glasses which were broken from a previous accident, “Oculus Reparo” Harry’s glasses suddenly looked as good as new. He mumbled a thank you, the girl gasped suddenly realizing who he was.

“Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger...and you are two...?” Hermione asked. Michelle cleared her throat and said “I am Michelle Goodwind, pleasure meeting you Granger” Hermione smiled at the girl nodding and then looked back to Ron, “Ronald Weasley, Just call me Ron” She nodded standing up ready to leave, “Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon.” She continued to the door, but turned around averting her attention back to Ron, “you have dirt on your nose, right here” She said pointing to where the dirt was, Ron rubbed his nose and sure enough, there was dirt, his face flushed red embarrassed making Harry and Michelle laugh at the poor boy.

. . .

Arriving at Hogwarts was a sight in itself, the huge castle is where Michelle would be spending months, years of her life. It was quite weird to think about how in a world with muggles there can be such a big secret like a different world in which there is such a thing as magic, not just pulling a rabbit out of your hat magic but real magic. Michelle brushed these thoughts away and continued to awe over the castle that was Hogwarts. The castle was an amazing piece of art in itself and its sheer size was impeccable. Michelle was snapped out of her trance by Ron dragging her along with Harry to a stairwell where all the first years were.

An older woman suddenly took head of the group, “Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you’re here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn your house points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.” All the students started whispering to each other giddy because in a few moments they would be put into the houses which they would spend years in.

Suddenly a blonde-haired boy spoke up “It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts” Michelle looked to Harry confused on how everyone knows who he is, Is he a celebrity? Are his parents part of the ministry? Why is that boy’s hair so light? Michelle snapped out of her thoughts as the boy continued, “This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy” Ron snickered at his name causing the Draco boy to snap his head towards Ron, “Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley,” He then looked to Michelle, “And who are you. You look like you just saw a Zouwu” He practically scowled at her, bravery suddenly built up in her chest as she said, “Michelle Goodwind for your information, But its Goodwind to you… Malfoy” She said his name with quite a lingering tone. Which took him back since no one would talk back to him… he was a Malfoy after all, one of the most sought after families. Putting back up his walls he scoffed before returning his gaze to Harry, “ Well, soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” Michelle scoffed at his offer to Harry, “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Malfoy glared at Harry before going back to his ‘friends’.

Once in the great hall, all of the first year’s attention went straight to the ceiling. The illusion of a night sky on the roof, “It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History” Michelle nodded to her as Michelle had also read that same book a few years back, she could already tell her and Hermione would be great friends.

The first years stood awkwardly in the room as Dumbledore was about to make an announcement, “I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you” The first years stirred at the last sentence, a most painful death? Bloody-hell what type of school is this? Michelle was dragged out of her thoughts as Professor McGonagall “When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses... Hermione Granger.”

Hermione took deep breaths obviously worried as she got up there, the sorting hat laid on her head, it took a moment before shouting “Gryffindor” Cheers erupted from one of the tables, Michelle assumed to gryffindor. “Draco Malfoy” McGonagall’s voice rang, The Malfoy boy walked up there as if he owned the place his cockiness radiating from him, it barely took the hat a second as it screamed “Slytherin!” Michelle rolled her eyes at the boy as she walked over to the table. “Michelle Goodwind” Michelle’s feet suddenly became heavy, nervousness filling her up, she quickly walked up to the stool, sitting down, her head hanging low out of embarrassment. What if she got the wrong house? What if no one in her house likes her? The hat suddenly spoke to her quietly, “Smart like a Ravenclaw, Brave like a gryffindor. . . heart of a… Slytherin, that can’t be…” The hat continued mumbling random things before it yelled out “Hufflepuff!” Loud yells came from the table as she quickly walked over to the table, She looked over to the slytherin table to see her brother smiling at her and holding a thumbs up, which she returned. A tap on her shoulder got her out of her gaze, she turned to see a boy who was around two years older, maybe three.

“I’m Cedric… Cedric Diggory. If you need any help just ask me” He said with a smirk as he returned to talking to his friends. Michelle refocused on the sorting hat, as it was now Ron’s turn, the hat quick to shout gryffindor. Lot’s of Gryffindor’s must be quite the popular house, Michelle thought to herself. Then it was Harry’s he was mouthing something to the hat when it suddenly rang out “Gryffindor!” Michelle clapped for the boy seeing as he was more nervous than she was.

It definitely did make her feel weary as her only two friends she slightly knew, weren’t even in the same house as her, she would have to start all new with new friends and socialize something Michelle wasn’t exactly keen at. “Let the feast begin!” Dumbledore’s voice rang causing Michelle to snap out of her thoughts. Food suddenly appeared in front of her. Someone tapped her other shoulder and she turned to see a boy around her age, “Hello I-I’m Ernest Macmillian, I’m quite nervous about the first year, what about you” Michelle smiled faintly at the boy, “Me too Ernest, I am so nervous that no one will like me or I won’t have any friends, though I know that should be the least of my concerns, I just need to focus on my grades for now,” She smiled at him before realizing she hadn’t introduced herself, “My I am so sorry, I am Michelle Goodwind” He smiled at her, “Well Michelle I hope we do become good friends, oh and this is Hannah Abbot my other friend” He said as a blonde girl suddenly held out her hand for Michelle to shake, She gladly accepted. “Nice to meet you two, I hope we do become quite close friend,” Michelle said smiling brightly.

“Hufflepuff commons this way!” The prefect of the hufflepuff house yelled out.

“Why are we headed to the kitchen?” Michelle whispered to Cedric, “Our common room is just outside the kitchen… Did- Did you not read up on any of the houses before getting here” Cedric answered his head slightly ticked to the side halfway through the sentence, “I did, my ancestor is Helga Hufflepuff herself must I add, I just… forgot that our doors are the-” “barrels!” The prefect suddenly yelled, “Now to enter the common room for hufflepuff, we must tap on the barrel in a rhythmic pattern that sounds like Helga Hufflepuff, for example, Hel-Ga Huffle-Puff” The barrel suddenly opened revealing a very earthy and homey common-room, Plants splattered around the place. A warm feeling filled the room; it was a very humble common room. “Every few weeks or so the barrel will change, meaning you will have to knock on a different barrel, but the rhythm of Hel-Ga Huffle-Puff will not change, and I wouldn’t get the password wrong if I were you, doused and vinegar and denied access if you tap the lids incorrectly… so be careful. The boys’ dorms are through that door and the girls to the right door. Do keep in mind the Hufflepuff commons are one of the most secure common rooms in the whole school, not one person who isn’t hufflepuff has stepped foot in this room since built!” The prefect boasted, “Oh and for our taller first years, please watch your head at the doors… they are rather small, and well… circular”

Michelle made herself at home as she sat at the small couch facing the fireplace, a carpet with a Badger and the words “You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil.” Michelle chuckled at the sweet motto, she assumed her ‘grandmother’ came up with. “Goodwind! You have to come and sort out your stuff.” A voice called to her, she looked back to see Hannah, she nodded and smiled getting up from her seat. Her feet scoured over the hard wooden floors and quickly into the round doorway that leads to the girls’ dorms. It was a tunnel and not a quite tall one either, it was no bigger than six feet most likely. The walls were adobe just like the common room, and once inside the girl’s dorm four beds were against the walls, small windows near the ceiling since after all, it was a basement.

The four beds had matching quilts, similar to the ones that had been in Michelle’s family for centuries. The room had a faint orange-yellow glow from the copper lamps that laid on each bedside table. Michelle’s hand gently went over the quilt, she missed home dearly but this was a new start for her.

Soon everything was unpacked and was just perfect… or as close to perfect it could get to. Michelle’s desk was neatly arranged, extra ink pots in the drawer, a blank sheet of paper ready for writing, her envelopes along with extra paper in other drawers, her books neatly stacked under her desk to save space, also on the floor was a small scratch post and cat bed for Fluffy.

“So what’s your first period” A voice rang behind Michelle, she turned around quickly and saw a strange girl, with short hair and bangs almost covering her eyes, “W-Who are you,” Michelle asked relieved it wasn’t some sort of ghost of Hogwarts spying on her.

“I am Fiadh Monagall, and you are Michelle Goodwind… correct?” Michelle slowly nodded towards Fiadh.

“Quite a name you’ve got is it spelled, F.E.E.D.A?” Michelle asked at the irregular name, “No silly, it’s F.I.A.D.H… Fia-dh, Jesus does no one here know how to spell I mean blimey it is a regular name where I’m from!” She exclaimed as she laid down on the bed near Michelle’s.

“Irish- I-I mean your Irish? The name origin if I’m correct is Irish, meaning untamed-” “Actually it means wild but you are correct” Michelle smiled at the girl, studying Ireland did pay off or so it seems.

“Wait how- how do you know my name?” Michelle questioned.

“Your brother, he is in my year… we’re not exactly on good terms but I heard him talking about his ‘Hufflepuff’ sister… it’s not hard to connect the dots you know, Goodwind and Goodwind… it’s no secret” She said shrugging. Michelle let out a little groan… people would think she was like her brother… which is something in Michelle did not look forward to.

“So tell me Goodwind, most siblings are in the same house… but it seems you two are polar opposites”

“How is that, polar opposites?” Michelle inquired.

“Your brother is the embodiment of slytherin, ambitious, cunning, and resourceful, and last but certainly not least… rude” Fiadh said crossing her arms when it came to rude, Which made Michelle ponder, how does this girl know so much about my brother?

“And you on the other hand… Organized, kind, obviously charismatic, attractive… diligent as well, so how come you two are so… far apart?” Fiadh asked.

“You’re acting like being those things is bad, you are as much of those things as I am,” Michelle said, causing Fiadh to chuckle.

“You are correct, it’s just… when I knew your brother- well- he would talk- he would talk about you like you we’re some movie star he had met, it was ‘Michelle this’ and ‘Michelle that’-”

“Are you jealous of me being Fraser’s sister? May I ask what your relationship with him even was?” Michelle asked, outraged by the girl’s immature behavior. Fiadh seemed to stumble with her words before saying, “Yes I was, was! I no longer am of course it just-”

“What was your relationship with him, Fiadh?” Michelle asked carrying out the what.

“We- We had a thing-” “A thing you were twelve, what thing could you possibly have at twelve?” Michelle asked dumbfounded by the girl’s etiquette.

“I know it wasn’t a thing but it was a crush, and he would just talk about back home, you, his mother, and never even gave me the time of day! Do you know how that feels”

Michelle sighed disappointed at the girl who she thought would have been more mature, “No I haven’t, because I can actually keep my hormones in check unlike you,” Michelle spat at Fiadh. She seemed taken back by what Michelle said, a sad look washed over her face.

“Your right, I’m too young to fall in ‘Love’” Fiadh said, Michelle noticed this mood change and suddenly felt guilty for how she talked to the older girl, “Fiadh look I’m sorry it’s just… to be honest… my brother is a complete and utter idiot so I can’t understand why you would even like him in the first place” Michelle sat next to the girl smiling causing Fiadh to chuckle slightly, “Yeah… your right” Fiadh and Michelle then started to giggle at the thought of Fraser since he truly was quite an idiot. After the giggling subsided they both went to their separate beds turning off the lights as sleep caught way to both of the Hufflepuff girls.

#draco malfoy #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco x female reader #hufflepuff #slytherin x hufflepuff #harry potter #hogwarts #cedric diggory #wizard #slytherin #female #female oc

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The Poisoned Mead

Words: 3,155

Summary: Missing moment after Ron’s poisoning.

You can find the series of one-shots this belongs to on AO3 and FFN.

Harry woke with a gasp, heart hammering in his chest, and hands shaking. The image of a blue face, purple lips, cold hands, and wide, lifeless eyes still in his head. He desperately turned to look at the bed next to his, and his breath quickened when he saw the curtains wide open and the bed empty, gift wrapping still on the bed from when its occupant had excitedly opened his presents what seemed like a lifetime ago.

In an instant, Harry was at the foot of his bed and throwing his trunk open, hastily searching for a certain piece of parchment. His fingers brushed against the map, and he snatched it up triumphantly, quickly muttering, “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.” He scanned the piece of parchment, and his heart finally slowed, barely, when he located the name Ronald B. Weasley in the hospital wing.

He’s fine, he told himself. He’s fine. But his eyes flicked up to the empty bed again, and the lifeless blue eyes from his nightmare flashed through his mind, and before he knew what he was doing, Harry was slipping on his slippers, pulling on the cloak of invisibility, and rushing out of his dorm.

He hesitated in the common room, and he glanced up to the girl’s dormitory. He couldn’t exactly go up there, but he could still try to get a message up to Hermione as to where he was going. The poor girl had barely spoken a word all day, and had been so reluctant to leave Ron’s side earlier, eyes watering when Madam Pomfrey informed them it’d be best if they left. She might even still be awake, worrying over their best friend. He could get a message, maybe send Hedwig up, but-

This time, it was the sound of Ron’s strangled choking that filled his mind. His throat went dry. It’d take time to get Hermione down, and he just… he just had to make sure. So with a final, guilty glance up to the girls’ dormitories, Harry rushed out of the common room and headed to the hospital wing.

That day had been horrifying, to say the least. Harry knew fear. From finding himself cornered by Dudley and his cronies back in grade school, to Snape’s sneer as he stared him down in first year, to facing down Voldemort, alone, with half a dozen death eaters surrounding him and Cedric’s corpse lying a few feet away from him. Harry had known fear since- well, since the day Voldemort murdered his parents all those years ago.

But nothing quite compared to the way the icy, cold tendrils of terror had wrapped around his heart as he crouched next to Ron, his friend still refusing to breathe even after Harry had shoved the bezoar down his throat. There was a loud ringing in his ear, and the rest of the world had disappeared. All thoughts were wiped from his mind, only leaving behind a constant stream of “No, no, no, no, no.”

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, petrified and staring in horror at Ron’s limp form until finally, finally, he took a long, shuddering breath. Harry sank further into the floor in relief, wanting to simultaneously hug him and burst into tears. But as he reached out to grab his friend’s hand, the door to Slughorn’s office burst open and the world erupted into movement.

Slughorn was there, face flushed and out of breath, with Dumbledore and McGonogall rushing in behind him. And suddenly Harry was brushed to the side, and they were conjuring up a stretcher and levitating Ron, taking him away from him, and Harry muttered out a desperate, “Wait. What are you-”

Dumbledore had looked at him then, with a look reminiscent of pity, and in a voice as if he was talking to a small child said, “We have to take Mister Weasley to the hospital wing, Harry. Why don’t you come with us?” With a nod, he was on his feet and following the three professors and the stretcher out of Slughorn’s office and to the hospital wing.

They must have attracted the attention of other students on their way, as Harry later found out that news of the incident had spread to the entire school within the hour. But at the time, the rest of the world had fallen away. The only thing that mattered was the rise and fall of Ron’s chest indicating that he was still breathing (but barely, as he would later find out), and the endless flights of stairs that went up and up and up for what felt like an eternity, but was only a few minutes.

At some point, Ron’s arm had slid off the stretcher and was hanging limply, the new, golden watch he had been ecstatic to receive glinting in the morning light shining through the window. Something must have shown in Harry’s face, then, because suddenly, Dumbledore was talking to him in that same, soft voice he had used earlier. “You reacted spectacularly earlier, Harry. Not many would have acted as fast and brilliantly as you did under such duress.” Harry saw him shoot a glance at Slughorn. “Mister Weasley is lucky to have a friend like you.” Harry swallowed at that and nodded stiffly, not trusting himself to speak at the moment.

But despite Dumbledore’s commending words, the minute they entered the hospital wing, Harry was once again brushed to the side. They must have gotten word out to Madam Pomfrey beforehand, because she was waiting for them in the hallway and immediately rushed the stretcher in, casting diagnostic spell after diagnostic spell before Ron even made it to a bed. When she cursed, and yelled at Dumbledore to get several potions Harry had never heard of before, Harry’s heart stopped.

“W-what’s wrong with him? You can fix it, right? Whatever it is?”

Madam Pomfrey didn’t even spare him a glance before saying, “Someone get Potter out of here.”

Harry’s eyes were glued to Ron’s deathly pale, limp form, urging him to wake up and sheepishly tell him this was a convoluted joke planned out by the twins. But he didn’t. Instead, he felt a hand wrap around his arm and start pulling him back, away from Ron.

“No, no I want to stay,” he said hurriedly. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

But the hand kept pulling, and a familiar voice said, “You shouldn’t be here, Potter.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I was the one who saved him. I should be there. I’m his best friend, I-” Suddenly, Pomfrey was closing the curtain around Ron’s bed, and why would she do that? Why would she do that when Ron was fine? He’d gotten him the bezoar. It cured everything, right? Why did she need all those potions and why did she close the curtain when Ron was- He was suddenly, inexplicably reminded of muggle movies and hospital scenes when they covered up the patient when they were- When they-

Before he knew what he was doing, Harry was jumping forward, fighting against the hand holding him, shouting, “Let me go! Ron!” But Harry didn’t even make it three steps forward before the hand tightened around his arm and he was pulled out of the room completely, the door shutting in front of him. “Let me-”

“Potter!” The hand holding on to him suddenly grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face its owner. He was suddenly facing McGonagall who was looking at him with a mixture of both anger and concern. “You need to calm yourself. You can’t be in there!”

“But-”

“Harry.” The use of his first name halted him. “I understand that you want to be there for your friend. But you’ve done all you can to help him. The best you can do now is let Madam Pomfrey take care of him. She can’t give him her undivided attention if you’re in there, too.”

He swallowed, and nodded slowly. He didn’t mean to ask what he did then, but the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “But he’s going to be okay, right? She can fix him?” His voice sounded small even to his own ears.

McGonogall’s face softened. “Madam Pomfrey is one of the most competent healers out there. He’s in good hands.”

That’s not a yes. Why can’t she just say yes? But he knew the answer to that. His throat tightened and he fell onto one of the waiting chairs outside the hospital wing.

McGongall’s hand was suddenly at his shoulder again, but this time, she was squeezing it comfortingly. “You stay here. I’m going to contact his parents and inform his sister of what happened as well.”

“Hermione,” he managed to choke out. “You should tell her, too.”

McGonogall smiled sadly. “I’ll let her know as well.” It was common knowledge that Ron and Hermione were still not on speaking terms. But they both knew it wouldn’t matter.

She gave him one final glance to ensure he wouldn’t try to break into the room before she left. As soon as the sound of McGonogall’s steps faded from his ears, Harry was on his feet again. He didn’t try to break into the infirmary, though. Instead, he headed to the nearest bathroom, practically sprinting as he reached his destination. He had half a mind to hope no one was in there, but not enough to check, before he ran to the nearest stall. The door had barely shut behind him before he let out the choked sob he had been suppressing since the poisoning.

He’s not dead, he told himself. Get a hold of yourself. He’s not dead. But all the words in the world couldn’t stop the second sob that wracked his body, or the third, or the tears that were suddenly spilling down his cheeks and onto the dirty floor that he didn’t care he was sitting on. All he could do was cover his mouth with his fist to try to stifle the sobs and try to even the breaths coming out in strangled gasps.

Because the thing was, Ron wasn’t dead. Yet. He wasn’t dead yet. But God, he very well might be. Because all the magic in the world hadn’t saved his parents. And it hadn’t saved Cedric. And it hadn’t saved Sirius. And it might not save Ron. And he lived in a world that just loved to tear apart those he cared about, and he was stupid to hope that his best friends would be spared because they were at the top of that list.

Stop it, he told himself. You got him the bezoar. You got him to Pomfrey. He’s not dead. He’s fine.

Because he couldn’t not be fine. Not funny, loyal Ron who he complained about homework with and lost to chess to and who he faced danger with time and time again. Not his very best friend in the entire world who had given him a home, a family, and had saved his life in more ways than one. Not Ron who was the only reason Harry hadn’t lost half his mind already.

Not Ron. Please, not Ron, too.

He couldn’t even imagine, couldn’t even begin to phantom what his life would look like without his best friend in it. Since enrolling at Hogwarts, there had only been a few times he had gone without seeing his best friend. Summers spent at the Dursleys were horrible, the only thing making it bearable being the letters he received from his friends. And at Hogwarts, he’d only been without Ron once, in fourth year. That time had been one of the worst at Hogwarts. Never before had he felt so alone in the place he’d come to know as home. And that was just when they’d had a fight. At least he’d been able to see him then. At least he had still been alive then.

But he’s still alive now, he tried to tell himself.

But what if he didn’t make it? He’d only known Sirius for two years, and hadn’t even seen much of him during that time despite both their wishes. Still, his death had been horrible, almost completely breaking him. It had been his friends’ constant support that had kept him together. So how could he manage it without Ron? What would he do if the very first person he ever loved, his very first friend, left him, too?

Just what on earth would happen to him if Ron didn’t pull through?

He will, he insisted. He will. He’ll wake up and complain that he had to spend his birthday in the hosp-

And it was his fucking birthday! What kind of sick joke was it, to end someone’s life the day they turned of age? What twisted-

Enough, he demanded. That’s enough.

He leaned back against the wall and rubbed at his eyes. Ron wasn’t dead. He wasn’t, and it was wrong to start mourning for him like he was. Ron had been in tough positions before and pulled through. He could do it again. He would do it again. He was tougher than people gave him credit for, tougher than he himself gave him credit for sometimes.

What he needed to do was to be there for him when he woke up, and to be strong for Ginny and Hermione and the rest of his family when they arrived. Ron did not need him falling apart in a bathroom stall. And if the worst happened… If it happened… No. He shook his head. He couldn’t think about that right now. He’d go insane. Right now, all he had to do was get up.

He just had to get up.

Harry clutched the invisibility cloak tighter around him as he recalled the fear and despair that had overwhelmed him for the better part of an hour before Dumbledore had stepped out and announced that Ron was stable. He wasn’t okay, but he was alive, and for now that was all that mattered.

He shook his head to clear it and looked down at his map. He was barely able to duck into an empty classroom before Filch turned onto the hallway he was on. After that, he had a clear shot to the hospital wing and was inside the infirmary and standing next to Ron’s bed within five minutes.

See? He’s fine, he told himself. Now stop being ridiculous and go back to your room.

Ron was sleeping as Madam Pomfrey said he would be for the next couple of days. According to her, he would wake up every once in a while, but for now he would still be as confused and disoriented as the first time he woke up. Harry hadn’t gotten to speak to him then, as his parents had crowded around him, worried and teary-eyed, and Ron had been asleep again before Harry even got a word in. Pomfrey had said it was a good thing, that it was a sign that his body was recovering. And that the potions he was taking for the pain were working.

Harry almost growled at that thought, and angrily sat down in the chair next to Ron’s bed, pulling off the cloak. That fucking poison. Had Harry not found the bezoar, it would have caused complete organ failure within minutes. It had caused damage within the minute or two he’d ingested it, but the bezoar had stopped it in time. Not fixed it, but stopped it. Pomfrey hadn’t said, but Harry knew it would have been an extremely painful death, that it had been painful, considering the amount of pain potions he was taking. He would recover, though, she had said.

For now, though, he was still sickly pale and far too still for Harry’s comfort. Even in sleep, Ron would often toss and turn and would sometimes end up with half his sheets on the floor in the morning. He should at least be laying on his side, or snoring a bit, or at the very least be breathing loudly.

A jolt of fear shot through him then, and before he knew what he was doing, he had his hand over Ron’s face and- yes, he was breathing.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and then immediately reached out for his cloak. He’d confirmed that Ron was fine. Now he should leave before he-

“Harry?”

-woke him up. Shit.

“Harry?” He turned around and smiled at his friend. Ron was looking up at him with bleary eyes. And despite the fact that he knew Ron should be sleeping, he couldn’t remember the last time he was happier to see someone awake.

“Hey, mate,” he said quietly.

Ron glanced around the room, but didn’t get up. “Where are we?”

“Infirmary.”

“Oh.” He blinked in confusion, clearly still under the potions. “D’you get hurt again?”

Harry snorted, and it was all he could do not to laugh hysterically. “No. No, I didn’t. You should go back to sleep.”

Naturally, Ron tried to sit up instead. He immediately grimaced and let out a groan of pain. Harry was by his side in an instant and helping him lay back down. “Hurts,” Ron choked out.

“I know, mate. I know.” He tried to sound comforting instead of panicked. “C’mon, you have to go back to sleep. I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Why?”

“Why?” And again with the impulse to laugh hysterically. “Because you need to sleep.”

“Don’t want to.” But even as he said so, he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open. “Why does everything hurt?”

Madam Pomfrey warned his memory might be off for a bit. He forced the words out. “You were poisoned, Ron.”

“Oh.” It was a testament to how much the potions were addling his brain that he didn’t even seem upset at this, just mildly confused. “Am I dead?”

“No.” It came out much harsher than he intended to. “No, you’re not dead,” he said, softer this time.

That answer seemed to satisfy him because he said, “Oh”, then closed his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, Harry picked up his cloak again, convinced Ron was asleep, but then he muttered a soft, “Why?”

“Why what?”

Without even opening his eyes, Ron asked, “Why aren’t I dead?”

“Oh, um. I gave you a bezoar that was in the room.”

Ron smiled sleepily, then, and still not opening his eyes, mumbled a barely decipherable, “Good ol’, Harry. What’d I do without ya?”

The room was silent for a minute. Harry looked down at the form of his sleeping friend. Still pale, but not deathly so. Still not out of the woods yet, but alive.

Just what would he do without his best friend?

“I don’t know, Ron,” he replied after a long silence. “I don’t know.”

#warriorlid writes #ron weasley #harry potter #ron and harry #Romione

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homeworldrunawaysau · 4 years

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But That’s Just How The Story Goes

Summary: Steven Universe Gem AU- Rubellite meets a Young Thomas Ships: N/A. Platonic all around. Warnings: Gem Corruption, fighting, mild peril/distress??, weapons, some almost-crying.... Yea no this is cute as heck for the most part.

Gainesville, Florida, 1996 -

Thomas was playing outside his house, enjoying his summer vacation at his aunt Patty who lived by the beach and was having fun when he heard a strange, loud, scary noise in the distance. Now, being six years old, his curiosity greatly outweighed his fear of the unknown and the dangers of running into it with no plan, so that’s exactly what he did.

When he got to the source of the noise Thomas found the strangest and scariest thing he’d ever seen, and before he could even comprehend the monster before him, he saw someone jumping at it, attacking it and keeping it from going any further where it could hurt people. So naturally, Thomas came closer to get a better look at the action.

Rubellite has been fighting this beast for hours, but it was very durable and nearly impossible to dissipate. He hasn’t faced that many corrupted gems before, most of them sticking to beach city where Rose Quartz resided, but he’s had some experience! This shouldn’t be so hard!

Just as he was about to attack it with his katana again, he noticed a young human approaching him and the beast, looking awed and amazed, and seemingly unaware of the risk he is putting himself in, and he rushed towards the small child, intending to tell him that he needs to leave. But the monster jumped high and landed in front of him, blocking his way and standing between him and the boy, and letting out its demonic, unsettling shriek.

“Out of my way you weird, stinky, octopus thing! I need to save that human!” Rubellite protested angrily and rushed past the monster to the young boy.

The monster roared with what seemed to be indignation and flailed its tentacles in the air in rage, demanding Rubellite’s attention.

“Go red guy! Defeat the monster!” Thomas cheered happily from where he was sitting at a fairly safe distance.

“That’s not my name, and you need to get out of here! It’s not safe for you!” Rubellite answered as he finally reached the boy.

“But you’re here, so I’m safe right? You can stop the monster!” Thomas said with the conviction of someone who was saying that the sky is blue, to him this stranger was a hero, and heroes stopped the bad guys and protected the innocent. It was crystal clear.

Rubellite was impressed by how brave this kid was but even more shocked that he trusted this strange red person with a katana to not only stop a giant monster but also keep a small human safe. He knew there was no talking this kid out of staying to watch what was probably a very entertaining show for him, so instead he gave him a dazzling smile and spoke with his usual confidence.

“You’re right, my small friend! I can indeed protect you from this foul beast, but I must ask that you stay where you are! Sit tight and don’t act recklessly, and all will be well. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah! Now go defeat that thing, because it's coming for you!” Thomas exclaimed excitedly and pointed behind the hero’s back, where the monster had started running towards him.

Rubellite quickly raised his katana and whipped it at the monster as he turned to face it, the blade bending to form a kind of whip, and then he spun it fast above his head until it became more of a lasso.

“Holy Smokes!” Thomas yelled, having witnessed just about the coolest thing ever in his 6-year-old little life.

“Time to finish this!” Rubellite announced, determination clear in his voice, and if anyone were to look in his eyes at that moment, they would see his fear over the possibility of failure, because if he failed it wouldn’t just be him getting hurt, it would also be this young boy whom he promised he would protect.

With a grunt of effort, Rubellite tightened the lasso, causing the monster to let out a desperate roar, almost sounding like a cry for help. Like it’s begging. For mercy? For Rubellite to finish the job? He wasn’t sure, but it shook him to his core for some unknown reason. Deciding he’ll dwell on it later, he kept pulling the lasso tighter and tighter until finally-

*POOF!*

Thomas clapped his hands loudly and excitedly, rushing towards the hero. “That. Was. AWESOME!” he yelled excitedly.

Rubellite laughed at the child’s enthusiasm. “I’m glad you think so, little friend. But there is still one last thing for me to do to ensure that you and every other citizen is safe from this foul beast!” he allowed himself to slip into his dramatic and charming persona, now that the worst was behind him.

But just as he picked up the corrupted gem to bubble it, he saw what, or rather who, it was.

That Navette cut gem was not only undeniably a Heliotrope, the red dots that nearly overtook the entirety of the green gem, even though Heliotropes are only supposed to have a few red dots and be predominantly green, made Rubellite absolutely certain that he had just fought and poofed his own brother.

“Oh, Bloodstone… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, fighting back tears and choked sobs as he held the gem, running his fingers over it for a few seconds. He always knew that some, if not most of the corrupted gems were Crystal Gems, but knowing it in his head and seeing it with his own eyes were two very different things.

“Are you okay, mister?” the child’s voice suddenly snapped him out if his thoughts, and he took a shaky breath. ~Get it together Rubellite! This kid thinks you’re a hero, if you cry in front of him he’ll be worried and scared!~ he scolded himself and took a deep, slightly more stable breath this time, before turning to Thomas with another charming smile, though his eyes shined with unshed tears.

“Of course, young adventurer! I’m absolutely fine, just a little tired from the fight. But it’s over now. Well actually-” he paused for dramatic effect and demonstrated the bubbling process to the young boy

“Now, it’s over!” as he tapped the bubble and saw it disappear, he knew that his brother would be safe with the crystal gems, which made him feel a little better.

“That was so cool! How did you do all those things? Are you magic?” Thomas started asking a lot of questions and Rubellite smiled fondly.

“Tell you what kid, you answer a question from me, and I’ll answer a question from you. Is that alright?”

“Okay!”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Thomas Sanders. What’s your name?”

“My name is Rubellite!”

“What? That’s not a real name!” Thomas laughed as if Rubellite told a very funny joke.

“Oh yeah? Well, what do you think my name is?” He asked Thomas with a small smile.

“Hmm… Ronald?”

“That’s not it. Try again.”

“Robby!”

“Not that either.”

“I’ll find out, you’ll see!”

“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”

“But wait, are you really magic?”

“Kind of. I’m from another planet if you call that magic.”

“You’re from space? No way!!”

“Yes way! Okay, next question. How old are you?”

“I’m six years old!”

“Oh my stars! That is very young!”

“Oh yeah? How old are you?”

“I’m thousands of years older than you, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah right! Nobody is thousands of years old!”

“Maybe no human is, but I’m an alien, remember?”

“So you’re really thousands of years old? That’s amazing! How long have you been on earth? Did you know a lot of old-timey people? Oh! Is your name Romeo?”

“Romeo? Like the characters from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet?”

“Yeah!”

“How does a six-year-old know Shakespeare’s plays?”

“My aunt Patty likes to read it out loud a lot, sometimes out of nowhere. She also told me he lived a long time ago, so if you were here at that time maybe you knew him and he named his character after you!”

“That is a nice thought but if that were the case the play would have been called Rubellite and Juliet. Say, that doesn’t sound half bad…” Rubellite chuckled lightly.

“I don’t believe it! I know you have a real name! Rubellite is just like your hero name, right? Like Spiderman! his real name is Peter Parker!”

“You like comic books?”

“Yeah! I like superheroes! They’re so cool and brave, and they’re never afraid to help and they have lots of friends!”

“You know, I happen to know a team of superheroes myself. You could say I’m one of them.”

“Really? Who are they?”

“They’re called the Crystal Gems! They fight to protect the earth from monsters and evil aliens.”

“But, aren’t you an alien?”

“Yes, but there are good aliens and bad aliens, just like there are good and bad humans. The Crystal Gems are the good aliens and they fight anyone who threatens the earth because they left their planet to be free. Here on earth, they can be whoever they choose to be!”

“Wow! So you wanted to be a hero?” Thomas looked hopeful and curious.

“Not always. When I first came to earth, I was very young and very different. All I wanted was to be myself, to be allowed to exist. My planet didn’t like who I am, but Rose Quartz, the leader of the crystal gems, told me that I am exactly who I need to be because I’m who I choose to be.”

“So when did you become a hero?”

“When we started fighting for the earth. Our planet wanted to destroy the earth with all the gems who left to live in it, but we stopped them! And now we stop these monsters as well.” Rubellite explained with as little detail as possible, as to not frighten young Thomas, though his voice faltered a bit, no longer feeling comfortable calling his fallen friends monsters.

He always thought that if he kept referring to them as monsters, fighting them would be easier, but it’s not. He now knows it’s never gonna be easy for him.

“So wait, how long have you been on earth for? We’re you here before Shakespeare?” Thomas was still wondering about that part, there was no way he was around before Shakespeare, right? He lived like, a million years ago!

“Oh much longer! I’ve been on earth for almost 6000 years!” Rubellite said proudly, knowing Thomas will find this impressive.

“Wow! I can’t believe it! You’re so old!”

“That’s one way of putting it, I suppose.”

“Well, do you like Disney movies? Even though you’re so old? I like Disney but everyone tells me it’s just for kids because it’s cartoons.”

“Are you kidding? I love Disney! It’s so magical and fantastical and beautiful! And it is not just for little kids, thank you very much! They are wonderful animated movies and they are entertaining for every age. Even for aliens who are thousands of years old.”

“Really?!”

“Absolutely!”

Rubellite saw the sun was starting to set and he turned to Thomas. “well Thomas, it was nice meeting you but I think it’s getting a little too late for you to be outside, and you don’t wanna worry your parents.”

Thomas looked very sad, he didn’t wanna say goodbye to his new friend yet. “But I still need to guess your name!”

Rubellite frowned at the little kid’s sad expression, but then he got an idea.

“Well, I suppose because it’s getting late and you’re so tiny-”

“Hey!”

“It would be irresponsible of me to let you go home all by yourself. So maybe I can walk with you till you get home and you can try to guess my name. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fun! But what if you also try to guess my favorite Disney movie?”

“Alright, it’s on!”

And as the two started walking towards Thomas’s house, despite everything that had happened that day, Rubellite felt truly happy.

#Roman Sanders #Remus Sanders #Thomas Sanders (character)#steven universe au #homeworld runaways #homeworld runaways au #kid!thomas #gem au #su au #gem corruption #weapons tw #sword tw #writing #Mod Dee #broadwaytheanimatedseries

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Norton & Constantine Pt 1

The following are excerpts translated from the Novel about Norton and Constantine. This was... a lot longer than I expected so I’m splitting it in two.

These only include areas where Norton (No. 13) and Constantine appear together. Other references are omitted.

Please enjoy!

------RONALD TANG’S DREAM----------

“Brother...” Someone called softly in the darkness

It was really annoying! Who lost their kid?

“Bother.” The child called again.

Annoying, annoying, annoying! There is no ‘brother’ here!

“Brother... Then I’ll go.” The child whispered, his voice gradually growing silent.

Suddenly, he couldn’t bear that lonely, fading voice. It invoked the sight of a child’s back, slinking away like an abandoned hound.

“Okay, okay, okay! Which street and what house number do you live at? What’s the name of your unreliable brother? I’ll take you home!” He turned over and sat up.

A child dressed in bright white, like a camellia blooming in moonlight, sat on the floor in the sun, holding a writing case and making a long stroke.

“Hey, you’re not leaving? Are you kidding me?” He wanted to say, but he didn’t.

Instead, he did what came naturally. There was a plate of green grapes on the table. He picked a small bunch from it and handed it to the child across from him.

The child raised his head, his eyes flashed with panic, like an alert cub, “Brother, there are many people outside.”

Huh? He thought it was very quiet.

The next sentence also came naturally. “Maybe you will die? But, Constantine, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. When I’m with my brother, I’m not afraid... but... why don’t you eat me? Eat me and you can break through any cage!” The child said seriously.

Eat you, he thought. Although you are very white and tender, it does not mean you are better than hamburgers. I just ate a hamburger for lunch and I’m not hungry.

“You are good food, but that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I were together.” He said, jokingly. “But death is really sad. It’s like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever. Pitch black, like reaching out in the dark and never touching anything.”

Looking at him, the boy’s clear pupils flashed in anticipation. “The so-called destiny of the abandoned clan is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again and return to our home. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before you can swallow the world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to walk alone. We will still wake up.”

“Brother, if you raise the the battle flag and swallow the world, will you eat me?”

Damn it! Is this a stage play of a drama between loving cannibals? These family ethics are really strange!

The child poured a glass of water from the pitcher, handed it to him, and he drank it.

“I’m leaving, brother, goodbye.” The child stood up.

He wanted to say that he was not his brother and you’ve got the wrong person, but he just casually said, “Goodbye, be careful. Don’t believe any humans.”

Again with the strange, bored lines.

The child went out and closed the door behind him. He listened to the child’s foot steps getting farther and farther away, until, finally, they completely disappeared.

Suddenly, he felt nervous. He thought he was getting faint. What would happen if such a young child got abducted because he let him go off on the street? He didn’t know how far he had to go to find his brother. He became restless, and when he finally couldn’t help it, he got up and ran to the door.

He opened the door, and the blazing light shone on his white clothes, not sun light but firelight. The city has been burning for days, charred human forms run crying in the fire. Thousands of arrows fall from the sky and a huge sign reading “Baidi” falls and turns over. It’s hell.

At the center of the city, there is a tall pillar. The child is hung on the top of the pillar, eyes closed, the flames of the city burning him.

It’s like a grand sacrifice.

It hurt so much, like the cut of a knife. This important person was lost because he made a mistake.

He suddenly remembered something and realized he was truly the brother of that child.

He called out his name. “Constantine!”

He sat up abruptly, opening his eyes in the afternoon sun, short of breath, covered in cold sweat all over. The noise of an elevated light rail passed him by.

He suddenly found the sound so pleasing to his ear, reminding him that everything in his dream was fake and that he was in an ordinary world

--------RONALD TANG ENTERS CASSELL----------

“Brother...”

No. 13 was taken aback. He was walking in a dark corridor, illuminated by the light of the phone screen. At this moment, he heard the faint sound of people talking in front of the class.

He hurriedly lowered his body and covered the phone screen with his palm, so that the corridor was completely dark. He moved a few silent steps so that no one could tell his location without an infrared night vision device. Only the hum of the fan remained in the corridor, repeating at a steady frequency.

“Did she get it wrong?” No. 13 thought.

He was proud to be a master in the bounty hunter’s line. He accepted all manner of strange cases and performed beautifully. He has never felt so strange as he did today. Since entering this campus, he has had auditory hallucinations. Every time he walked around in a quiet environment and listened to his footsteps, he would mistakenly think that someone was speaking in front of him. At first, he ignored it. He didn’t realize it was weird until he left the crystal clear shadow girl and the beer-drinking man. Because after he entered the tunnel leading to the “ice cellar”, the strange voice became clear. He was underground and except for the ventilation system, there was no gap for sound to penetrate.

No. 13 slowly straightened up, and stopped using his phone for light, turning it off. He touched the wall of the corridor with his waist and walked forward.

“Brother....” This time the voice came from behind him, as if someone sighed nearby.

No. 13 drew out the saw-barrel shotgun, turned around and pointed it behind him. According to his heroic or rough character, he should have shot this person point-blank, regardless of whether he was a man or a ghost. But he was too nervous this time. God knows why, but he felt like this sound was very familiar. As familiar as when you lived in an airport as a child, listening to planes taking off and landing every day, and the sounds of jet engines put you to sleep.

He couldn’t remember where he heard this sound. It was like a bubble floating from the depths of his mind. it was very familiar and it had a dream-like, black sweetness, which made him a little drowsy.

“Who is it?” he asked.

No one answered but the hum of the exhaust fan.

No. 13 scratched the back of his head, regretting taking this assignment. He was hired by regular customers, who had taken care of his business many times over the years. No. 13 trusted these people very much, so he agreed without much thought. In the past, he took assignments like exploring a desert tomb or a sunken ship in the ice sea. Every place sounded more mysterious the this Cassell College, but this time things became more and more strange. He lost contact with the other people for no reason. At the beginning, there was a series of strange encounters. Although his nerves were steady, and he still believed this college is just a gathering place for a group of board game lovers who love living out fantasies, he felt he had underestimated their IQ. Walking in here was like walking into a maze.

--------------RONALD TANG FALLS INTO THE ICE CELLAR AQUARIUM--------------

No. 13 slowly turned around and saw a pair of eyes he size of ping-pong balls staring at him curiously a few meters behind him. It was a very authentic great white shark.

Probably in order to prove to No. 13 that he is a young shark with great bite force, the great white shark opened its mouth, displaying thorny teeth.

No. 13 glanced desperately at his hand. This was the most unlucky day in his life. When he fell, his hand scraped against the gate and it was overflowing with a faint red color. Everyone who has watched the “Discovery Channel” program knows that sharks are crazy when they smell blood. As long as it smells blood it will pounce on a piece of wood and No 13 is good eating.

“Brother...” The young boy’s voice echoed around him.

“Please, don’t tell me it’s you calling me?” At the end of his life, No. 13 actually thought this world was so funny as to let a shark be calling him.

A strange expression suddenly appeared in the shark’s blood red eyes. This was the first time that No. 13 felt that he could see the expression in the eyes of a fish. The shark slowly closed its mouth, swinging its fins and tail but it was not advancing but silently retreating. As the distance between it and No. 13 lengthened, it turned around and dived into the water at high speed, plunging into an artificial rock cave. Immediately, a bloody red mist gushed from the rock reef cave and then a big dead fish was thrown out.

No. 13 didn’t understand what was going on. He could only read the shark’s eyes. It looked at him in fear and then slowly disappeared.

He didn’t quite understand what was going on. The shark seemed to be terribly afraid of him. and took the big fish’s nest and hid himself.

--- THE AWAKENING OF CONSTANTINE--

A great chill fell on everyone heart. They realized that they were prematurely optimistic. “Two echoes...” Someone whispered.

“A cavity...” Someone said.

The internal structure of the copper tank was clearly revealed. The inside of the copper tank is divided into two halves. In one half is the curled up skeleton of what appeared to be a human being. The other half is empty.

A disturbing crack is just above the cavity!

“Something... escaped from it!” Someone’s voice began to tremble.

“Why?” The principal asked in a low voice.

No. 13 wondered as well, why all these people were suddenly so quiet.

At this moment, he is laboratory assistant wearing a mask to prepare dissection equipment. His journey has been so smooth. After walking around the ‘ice cellar’ for a long time, he entered what appeared to to a laboratory. In this area, he saw a group of men taking a shower, in an lively discussion about a copper jar. In the heavy steam, no one could see each other’s faces, so No. 13 took off his clothes and stepped in to shower with them.

More than a dozen naked men walked about in the vapor and when they past him, a few even greeted him.

After bathing, they took out sterile suits from sealed plastic bags and covered themselves head to toe. They were tightly protected, as if they were going to the virus laboratory or going to walk on the moon.

No. 13 realized that this was his perfect opportunity so he knocked out a guy about his height, took his ID card and pinned it to his chest, and put on his suit.

When he entered this sealed glass laboratory, he took off his mask to drink a glass of champagne. He was that casual. When someone gave him a cart full of dissecting equipment, he lightly examined it while people around him applauded. No one paid him any attention to him, entirely focused on the brass jar in the glass enclosure.

“Regardless, the autopsy should continue.” The principal raised his hand. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can’t wait any longer to obtain this important data.”

The researchers began to applaud again, and the principal’s calm and determination under the unexpected was always convincing.

“Is all the equipment ready?” The principal asked.

No. 13 hurried to raise his hand. He pushed a trolley made of synthetic materials on which the nano-material transparent scalpels, saws and scissors, as well as other unrecognizable tools were displayed.

“For safety’s sake, only the person responsible for the dissection enters, and the others are responsible for recording are to stand outside.” The principal turned to No. 13, with an expression of expectation, “Ready?”

No. 13 can only nod. He doesn’t know what a Dragon King is, but he is sure that the knowledge of anatomy of frogs he learned in high school biology class wasn’t enough for him. Fortunately, he stuffed his saw-barrel shotgun and a few soaked ammunition clips under the sterile suit. This game him a little more confidence.

In fact, he really wanted to turn around and walk away. It didn’t seem like he was strong enough to move the copper pot alone. with a glass wall on the outside and a quartz glass cavity inside, he could only see the indistinct shadow of the copper pot, which was not enough for him to accumulate enough materials to go back and claim the 5 million dollars.

The principal patted him on the shoulder, and the hatch leading to the low temperature laboratory inside slid open, and the white gas evaporated from the gushing liquid nitrogen. The principal put on his mask while No. 13 shivered.

He walked into the cryogenic chamber, and all he saw was white, with bright blue flickering lights all around. In the center was the oval quartz glass chamber with a huge copper tank and liquid nitrogen vapor under his feet.

For a moment, he had the illusion that he was standing on the endless snowy field and heard a low call from a distance beyond his sight, “Brother.”

“An egg...” No. 13 thought, “Brass Egg.”

Would such a report be worth even 200 dollars? No. 13 is a bit hesitant. The money seemed too good to be true.

In the quartz glass cavity, there is a jar with a brass texture and a dark green patina on the surface. He can just make out an engraved pattern of a double snake guarding a giant tree. The outer wall was originally completely closed, bu there was a gray tin-colored place above it and there was a black hole that seemed to be corroded out.

But it was much like an egg.

There was no doubt that this was his goal. The smell of medal rust in the air started to become stifling. The strong magnetic field made a loose screw on his watch fly out and cling to the quartz glass cavity. The out wall began to quake. No wonder this lab is made completely of glass! There was no metal anywhere!

Dozens of eyes behind him watched him. Sooner or later they would figure him out. No. 13 thought quickly. “What the hell is this? This is worth 5 million dollars for its information?”

“No, what they’re after isn’t this copper jar... but what’s in it!”

“No wonder that the instructions said to observe with my own two eyes and if it’s broken, look inside!” No. 13 made up his mind. He tore off his lab coat in full view, and leaped on to the exam table and peered into the gap.

The black gap was like a well of time.

“Brother, there are many people outside.”

“maybe you will die? but Constantine, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid. As long as I stay with my brother I’m not afraid. But why don’t you eat me? Eat me, brother, and you can break out of any cage.”

“You are good food, but that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I were together.”

“But death is really sad, like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black. You reach into the dark and never feel anything.”

“The so-called destiny of the abandoned clan is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return home. Death is not terrible. It is just a long sleep. Before we can swallow the world, we expect to ravel alone. It is better to sleep peacefully and wait to wake up.”

“Brother... when you raise the flag and devour the world, will you eat me?”

“Yes, then you will be with me, and you will come to the world!”

No. 13 felt dizzy. “Who is...talking?”

It seemed that he was really standing by a well, listening to the people in it. In the dark of the well, someone looked up at him. The well was deep, and he felt like he might fall in at any moment.

“Damn, why is this kind of second-rate stage play lines again?” No 13 looked away and felt a little cursed. Things that are this old might be cursed. Fortunately, No. 13 never cared about strange objects, but before this one, his heart was beating wildly.

“All those who are in front of the army are in front!” After reciting this sentence in bad Chinese, No. 13 pulled out the shotgun, turned and pointed it at the stunned group of researchers outside the tempered glass. "Hands in the air! Unless you want to die!”

The principal was stupefied for a moment, and immediately raised his hands. He seemed to be an old guy who understood the current state of affairs. The researchers’ eyes were full of disbelief but they also raised their hands after the principal.

“Alright, I’ll add a sentence to my report that says that when I looked inside... it was as if someone was looking back at me.” He thought to himself.

But that should have been impossible. Under the low temperature of liquid nitrogen, even if there were bacteria inside, it would freeze to death.

“I’ll just treat it as a high school gym class and just do it.” No. 13 kicked opened the door of the cryogenic chamber.

A researcher suddenly lifted the transparent plastic cover on the console and pressed a red button inside with one hand.

“Dragon Invasion in the secure area! Invasion!” A stern girl’s voice echoed in the air.

The reinforced outer cover outside the quart glass cavity behind No. 13 was fastened tightly, twelve valves sealed at the same moment and a large amount of liquid nitrogen was injected into it.

“Are you calling the police? Is this a convenience store robbery?” No. 13 was very annoyed by the situation.

He should have put the saw-barrel shotgun against the researcher’s forehead and blasted him with a single shot. But he was still a little dizzy and every bullet was soaked when he fell into the aquarium. So he stepped forward and kicked the guy and then took down seven more researchers. Taking advantage of the chaos, No. 13 turned and ran out of the laboratory.

“Stop him!” The principal shouted.

The researchers came to their senses and swarmed outside.

At the same time, in the water above the aquarium, No 13′s lost phone suddenly turned on.

“No. 13 if you are not dead right now, then you should be close to the target. Your target is a brass pot, about 1.8 meters in height and 1.2 meters in diameter, with a corroded gap above it. The last instruction is to open the gray tin bottle and pour the solution through the gap. Once this is completed, the bonus rises to 10 million US dollars.”

The water eventually penetrated the phone’s battery and it stopped working forever.

In the shadow of the cryogenic hatch, a person sighed low. Everyone had evacuated and no one noticed him in the chaos. “And just like that, the mission failed? This young man is really unreliable.” He said softly.

He walked out of the shadows, picked up the tin bottle left by No. 13 and walked into the quartz glass cavity. He inserted a black card into the card slot on the console.

“This operation will cause the opening of he Dragon’s Egg. Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire may wake up. Operation prohibited! Operation Prohibited! Operation Prohibited!” Norma’s voice echoed over the laboratory and a warning alarm blared. Red lights rolled through the entire lab.

“Keep quiet, Norma, this is the time for us to witness a miracle.” The man lowered the valve and cut off the communication between the entire laboratory and Norma.

With the main power supply cut, Norma’s voice disappeared, the lights went out one by one, and only the alarm is left, the red lights rotating.

The crimson of the warning lights flow in the dark, like lava, like blood, like doomsday.

These light up the expressionless face of the man.

The temperature rises rapidly, the high-speed rotating electron flow in the superconducting magnetic field attenuates, and the suspended quartz glass cavity slowly dropped down. The twelve sealed valves unlocked at once and a huge amount of white steam was ejected. The reinforced outer covered opened.

“With my bones and blood to the great Majesty, Nidhogg. He is the supreme, the most powerful and the most virtuous existence, destined to rule the whole world.” The man stretched out his hand to touch the quartz glass chamber and felt the vibration coming from it. The vibration became more and more intense.

“Good, you didn’t make me wait too long!” The man drew his knife from his sleeve. A sharp blue knife mark was left in the glass wall. The vacuum inside was broken, and screaming air poured in. The man cut the neck of the gray tin bottle with a knife and aimed the break at the crack. The gray tin-colored liquid followed the knife mark into the quartz glass cavity and circulated along the inner wall of the glass like a thin snake, away from the central copper tank, as if afraid of it. But s more and more liquid entered the glass cavity, this ash stream began to boil and bubble with a rustling and peeling sound, like a living thing.

the man put the knife in his sleeve and left the cryogenic laboratory.

He looked back at the door for the last time and all the gray tin solution flew away from the inner wall in an instant and ‘pounced’ on the copper pot. When the two touched, a violent corrosive effect appeared, and the indestructible popper can is like a piece of softened cheese melted in a microwave, emitting a dark green mist.

An indescribable low growl echoed in the cryogenic laboratory, anxious and manic.

“Welcome back to the world, Constantine.” The man closed the door.

TO BE CONTINUED..... @mechaspirit

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