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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years

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A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

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Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

#HBC Lucky In Love #the ss horniest book club #bucky barnes #soulmate au bucky barnes

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kumeko · 4 years

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Title: umeboshi

A/N: For @pinkthespianlesbian, for the Fruits Basket SS held by @lgbtfurubanet. I don’t think I managed to fit all of your prompts together (and Momiji realizes she’s trans in this fic a bit earlier than your headcanon because I missed that line about 3rd year. XD), but I hope you enjoy this anyways!

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“It’s a romantic story,” Momiji chirped, leaning back on the school steps. It was a cloudless, warm spring day and she was happy they were finally in their summer uniforms. Kicking her feet in front of her, Momiji leaned back and stared at the bright blue sky. “My parents met in Germany, when they were students.”

“Oh.” Tohru clapped her hands excitedly. On another person, this would seem sarcastic, but every action she did was always painfully earnest. Her eyes were bright as she leaned eagerly toward Momiji, already knowing how the story will go and still wanting to hear about it. “Was it love at first sight?”

“Da!” Tohru was infectious and Momiji’s smile grew even wider. She leaned closer to Tohru, until their shoulders bumped. There was something thrilling about being this close to Tohru, about this casual nearness that she could have that almost none of the other zodiacs could have. She felt a brief pang of pity for Kyo and Yuki.

“Oooohhh!” Tohru’s hand pressed against the steps as she steadied herself, her hand overlapping Momiji’s slightly.

A jolt of electricity ran through Momiji and she swallowed. It was a very brief pang of pity for her rivals. As they said, all’s fair in love and war. Gathering herself, Momiji continued, using the story as an excuse to hold Tohru’s hand entirely. “The second their hands touched, writing appeared on their arms like vines! They were soulmates! They didn’t let go of each other once, not even when they ate.”

Tohru stared at their clasped hands and squealed. “Awww, that’s so cute!”

Momiji would practically see the hearts flying off her. She nodded sagely. “It gets better! They used the words as their wedding vows.”

“Awwwwwww.” Tohru hummed, almost bouncing as she thought about it all. She didn’t let go, her hand radiating warmth that shot straight to Momiji’s core. “That’s such a cute story. Mom never found her soulmate but she and Dad were very happy anyways. Actually, right after they got married, Mom dragged Dad to the tattoo parlor and forced him to tattoo her name on his wrist.” She chuckled. “They got their own versions of the soulmate words.”

“Really?” Momiji blinked. She liked that idea. Liked it a lot. The control it gave, the ability to chose, she liked everything about it. Breaking into laughter, she reached around with her other arm and hugged Tohru, careful not to let go of their clasped hands. “That sounds just like her.”

“That’s what Uo-chan and Hana-chan said too,” Tohru said proudly, wrapping an arm around Momiji. “Though Mom told me the tattoos hurt more than expected and they both spent the week crying.”

Momiji snorted. “Somehow, that also sounds like her.”

ii.

A less romantic story, one that Momiji was reluctant to tell Tohru, was how her mother rejected her at a hug. How her mother had gone mad until the only solution was erasing her memories and erasing Momiji’s place in them.

It was funny, now, that her mother’s touch would no longer transform her. That it was her father instead who turned her into a rabbit. Would her mother have kept her memories if she’d known this would happen? Or would she have seen that as another failure, another mark against her monster of a child?

Not that it mattered either way. Her mother would never know. Instead, Momiji would wear her dresses and pad her chest and grow out her hair, each change making her look more and more like her mother. It was hard to hide it now; her father wouldn’t let her hang out at the company anymore.

All that she had left was her name, Momiji, the only link to a family that no longer existed. Maybe she should change. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

iii.

The school was brimming with life, the school fair bringing students and visitors through each of the classrooms and hallways. It was a dangerous time for a Sohma and Kyo was already hiding on the roof, both scared and angry with the horde that invaded his home. Not that it helped much, considering the mob of cats that swarmed the roof, catching everyone’s eyes.

At least that made things a little easier for the others. Yuki didn’t have to hide in the back of every classroom even and Haru didn’t have to destroy everyone he bumped shoulders with and Momiji…

Well, Momiji got to enjoy a date with Tohru. A kinda one-sided date, for now, but a date nonetheless. She bounced forward as she and Tohru strolled through the halls, taking in the other class’s events. “What do you want to see first?”

“I don’t know.” Tohru smiled happily, her eyes jumping from one door to the next. There was a haunted house, a café, an art gallery—the possibilities were endless. And overwhelming. “They all look so fun! What do you want to do?”

“Me?” Momiji slowed down her pace till she was walking side by side with Tohru. Her arms hung at her side, her hands barely brushing Tohru’s as they walked. A jolt of electricity ran through her at each touch and she swallowed. “Maybe we could do the haunted house first?”

“T-t-the h-h-haunted h-h-house?” Tohru stuttered, her expression freezing. Stiffly, she squared her shoulders and marched toward it. “S-s-sure.”

It was cute. Too cute. Momiji tried not to laugh too much and offered, “If you’re too scared, we can do something else.”

“N-n-no, I’m f-f-f-fine.” Tohru smiled once more but it came out more a grimace than anything else. She looked like a robot as she moved, her knees and elbows locked into position. “L-let’s g-go.”

Well, if Tohru was going to be so brave, Momiji couldn’t slack off either. Nodding, she reached out and grabbed Tohru’s hand. No more of that brushing nonsense. Her skin felt like it was on fire and Momiji was certain her ears were turning several different shades of red, but she’d done it.

She’d grabbed Tohru’s hand. And if Tohru didn’t pull away, was still smiling at her brightly, she could take that as a victory, right?

iv.

Momiji washed her hands, letting the cool water soak into her skin. They still burned, even now, hours after Tohru let go, hours after they’d parted.

Ok, it was about time she’d admitted it. To herself, at least, if to no one else.

This wasn’t just a crush anymore. No, this was love. Momiji was in love with Tohru.

She sighed softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead on the bathroom mirror. After all those months of teasing Yuki and Kyo for being dense, this all felt highly ironic. Momiji wasn’t even sure if she was going to confess to Tohru (sorry for calling you a coward, Kyo) and even worse, there was Akito to deal with.

Maybe Akito wouldn’t care as much. He’d hated it when Momiji had started transitioning but then it’d became a new cage for him to keep her in, a new barrage of insults to hurt her with. Suddenly, she’d realized just how much harder it was for Kisa and Rin.

How much harder it would be for her, going forward.

The cool glass didn’t make it any easier to think and Momiji’s hands were still burning like they’d been seared. Like Tohru was imprinted on them. Maybe she was. Lifting her hands, she stared at them blankly, taking in the small ridges on her knuckles, and the growing thickness of her fingers. The lines on her palm that turned into words, wrapping around her wrist—

Words.

Momiji blinked. There were words tattooed on her wrist. Her soulmate marks. She rolled back her sleeves frantically, trying to read the characters engraved on her skin. How had she missed this earlier? Had she bumped into someone at the fair? U-m-e-b-o-s-h-I, it said.

Umeboshi.

There was only one person that could mean, only one person whose soulmate words could be that.

“Tohru,” she murmured to her skin, kissing the mark softly. Momiji’s heart leapt to her mouth and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. Her soulmate was Tohru.

She could fight Akito, if it was for Tohru.

She could fight anyone, if it was Tohru.

They were soulmates and Momiji would one day tell their adopted kids, It was a romantic story, a story about two people who stayed together and never forgot anything, even the bad things.

Or it would have been a romantic tale, if not for Tohru’s extremely puzzled look as Momiji asked her if she’d gotten her soulmate writing. She’d waited as long as she could, waited for class to end, for her bodyguards to go home (Kyo was harder to force away than Yuki), waited for them to finally be alone and sitting at their usual spot on the school step, before asking.

All in vain, it seemed.

“My soulmate marks?” Tohru blinked, confused. She glanced around as though to make sure no one else was around. “Me?”

She’d almost forgotten how dense Tohru was. “Yes.” Momiji nodded eagerly, taking Tohru’s hands into her own. Rubbing her thumb against Tohru’s wrists, she was slightly disappointed the marks hadn’t appeared in the same place, but that was fine. It was rare enough to find one’s soulmate, let alone to find one with an identical mark. Her parents had been lucky. Quieting her mind, Momiji peered up at Tohru’s eyes and asked again, “Have you found any words on you?”

Tohru frowned, thinking heavily on it. She twisted her lips, her expression growing sterner and sterner with each moment that passed. The moment she turned into a hardboiled detective, she sighed and shook her head. “Not one.”

“Really?” Momiji’s heart plummeted to her shoes and she almost dropped Tohru’s hands in surprise. Was it possible to have a one-sided soulmate?

“Yes.” Tohru nodded solemnly. “It would be wonderful to have a soulmate but I’m not sure I have one.” She chuckled sadly. “It might be too wonderful for me to have.”

And maybe Tohru didn’t have the mark and maybe the umeboshi meant some other kind do-gooder or some guy with an obsession with pickles, but that didn’t matter. Momiji was used to life not going her way. Was used to having to choose her own path.

Kyoko had made her own soulmate.

Momiji could do the same.

“You have a soulmate, Tohru,” Momiji answered softly, leaning closer.

“I do?” Tohru’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who?”

“Me.”

She’d make sure to not tell their kids how awkward their first kiss was, how they’d bumped noses and laughed about it after.

vi.

“And that’s how your grandmas fell in love,” Mitsuru murmured, ruffling the hair of her son. “It’s a romantic story, isn’t it?”

Aki bit his cheek, taking it all in. He swayed side to side as he came up with his question. Because there was always a question with him; at four, there was still too many things he didn’t know. Mitsuru knew that, knew that she’d done the same to Momiji and Torhu when she was little, but that didn’t make it any easier.

After a few minutes, he finally asked, “Granny didn’t have a mark?”

“Actually…” Mitsuru laughed awkwardly. Leaning closer, she stage-whispered to her son, “It turned out, Grandma Tohru did have a mark.”

“She did?” His mouth fell open in surprise.

“Her face looked just like yours when she found out.” Mitsuru nodded. Reaching around, she patted her son on the middle of his back. “Right there. Just where the umeboshi in a onigiri is, that was where her mark was. So of course she didn’t see it herself—Grandma Momiji was the one who spotted it and told her.”

“Umeboshi?” Aki jumped up and down. “Just like in her stories!”

Mitsuru nodded. “Yeah, just like in her stories.”

There was something fitting about that, when all was said and done.

#fruits basket #tohru honda #momiji sohma #tohru x momiji #trans!momiji #fanfic #did I write this whole fic around the title #yes #yes I did

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readysetjo · 7 years

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PS/ SS - Chapter 5 - Diagon Alley

@alluringcliche @feelsandotps @wearywanderer @xingshining

I’m wondering what personal story I’m going to share today!

Also, I’m sleepy I hope that doesn’t affect (?)/ effect (?)/ change/ manipulate/ twist/ adjust (I am avoiding looking up the difference between the words “affect” and “effect” for the 100th time in my life) my normal chapter liveblog. I was dedicated to writing this tonight, tho.

I forget that they didn’t automatically leave after that tense evening discussion

I have a headcanon that the pouches on The Daily Prophet’s owls have a charm that vanishes the money and deposits it into a Gringotts bank account. Otherwise the birds would get so heavy-ladened after a while and I imagine that the Prophet’s bird’s would be frequently stolen from. Imagine working at the Prophet’s owlery. That would be a little fun for a time.

Hagrid just trusts Harry with rummaging through his coat to find his money. He’s either really sleepy or far too trusting.

“yeh’d be mad ter try an’ rob [Gringotts].” /// lol Hagrid so had a chat with Harry about this memory later.

I’d like to see more of the tense dynamic between Fudge and Dumbledore. I bet Fudge would have been so funny to watch come undone under the weight of being Minister and slowly going from asking DD for help nearly every day to telling the reporters/ editors at the Prophet to slip in snide comments about DD. I want to watch that train wreck.

Hagrid’s reasoning to why the Wizarding World is separate from the Muggle one is kind of odd to me. “everyone’d be wantin’ magic solutions to their problems.” Like honestly the actual result of that would probably be a capitalistic one in which the average magical person would be able to sell their magical “solutions to problems” for money. This would just lead to the magical community becoming very wealthy. That’s not really a bad thing (on the surface/ from a wizard’s POV). I think the most logical answer is: “Our community is so different from the Muggle one that creating rules to enforce for the two societies coinciding would be so difficult that we keep ourselves separate in order that we can both create individual systems that works for each society.Also, we are trying to avoid causing strain with a power imbalance.”

“Harry, panting a bit as he ran to keep up” /// I grew up very short with a very tall dad, so I really can relate haha. I would have to occasionally remind him how my stride was two of his.

I wonder what Hagrid was knitting.

I feel like the HP fandom should have had a running joke by now that any deserted store in a strip mall was the entrance to a wizarding community. Tho it seems like the entrance was not visible or had a like “don’t look at me” charm on it rather than how St. Mungo’s was hidden behind a deserted shop.

“Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry’s shoulder and making Harry’s knees buckle.” /// That I can’t relate to lol.

“I’m all of a flutter.” /// What a funny and great way to put that lol.

Dedalussssssss!!! One of Harry’s first magical “acquaintances” XD and the truly brave soul who (along with Hestia Jones) watched the Dursley’s for nearly a year. I don’t usually make the joke but... “Rubeus Dedalus Potter you were named for-”

“’What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?’ [asked Harry] ‘D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts,’ muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he’s rather not think about it.’”/// 1. I died. I forgot about this line! 2. He went on a year-long break from work to do some research. That is so Ravenclaw. 3. What if Quirrell became known for wearing beanies instead of a turban? 4. I forgot how it was possible that Quirrell could shake Harry’s hand right now. 5. I forgot why Harry’s scar didn’t hurt right now. (I’ll probably remember soon enough, but I wouldn’t mind reminders if I don’t.) 6. You know those words that trip you up for no good reason? Yeah, well I’ve got quite the arsenal of those, but one of them happens to be “squirrel” (why? idk?) and this man helped me remember that the word has two “R”s in it.

“Harry wished he had about eight more eyes.” /// Harry Spider

I wonder what is the cool new broomstick model right now.

Gringotts colors are scarlet and gold and I never noticed before. I think they wore black in the movies or just like nice work clothes. Also, I would like to go to Shell’s Cottage and hear Bill and Fleur tell me all about how Gringotts got started. I am fascinated.

The poem on the door about stealing from Gringotts is so funny to me bc I am just thinking about how cabs have like signs that say that the driver doesn’t carry over a certain amount of money. These are two very different philosophies of deterring a thief.

Three times JKR foreshadowed to us just how stupid it would be to try and rob Gringotts.

Our Muggle banks and safety deposit boxes are so much more efficient and I am grateful.

Hey there Griphook! Well be seeing you again!

So Dumbledore would have told all the professors what they were hiding in Hogwarts, due to asking them for their help to do it right? But did they know why they were hiding the Sorcerer’s Stone? Did they too know that they were trying to suppress Voldemort’s return? I kinda hope they did. It seems to be that Hagrid did.

I like to imagine these seemingly perpetually grumpy goblins actually love their twisty roller coaster-ish cart rides under London.

“Harry didn’t know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money.” /// So happy for him!!

Hagrid told him to get his uniform first almost like a parent haha.

Reminder that Harry disliked Draco for his awful character right from the very beginning and that Draco set himself up for the foul life he ended up with by never seeing the goodness in others as something that he should want too. (I don’t say this to any of you four Questers bc I think you all would agree, but I just had to say it.)

I like how popular and big football is that even wizards know what it is and use it to compare to Quidditch. OMG I’m so stupid I’m just remembering one of the best eras in post-HP publishing history and getting emotional about it. Does anyone remember the 2014 Quidditch World Cup. I obsessed over it that summer and read every word that Ginny wrote and ahhhhh I miss it. I miss Quidditch and Pottermore publishing updates with chapter art and meta and character backgrounds. What a golden era post-DH.

I like that Hagrid said that toads went “out of fashion years ago” so that means that, at one point, toads were vogue and that’s amazing by itself. I bet the professors hated that time. The constant low croaking coming from everyone’s pockets.

“For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in [Ollivanders] seemed to tingle with some secret magic.” /// I love that feeling when it happens in real life. Like when you discover a cute little stream on a hike or a beautiful old library.

I sometimes wish I had the memory of Ollivander.

The second “you have your mother’s eyes” drink!

Ollivander had some personal space invading issues. (And it irks me.)

I know I already said that I want to know about like three things in this liveblog, but I’m desperate to know more about wandlore too. I want more facts.

I kind of like that the more difficult it was to find Harry a wand, the happier Ollivander got. That’s a good attitude to have right there. That’s how you know you love your job.

Voldemort’s wand was 13 inches and Harry’s was 11 inches. That means that there’s a chance that Voldemort’s phoenix’s core feather was longer than Harry’s and, therefore lower on Fawkes’ tail.

Gosh wands are expensive.

Goodbye, Ollie, see you later.

Why did they not buy a trunk in Diagon Alley? Where did Harry even get a trunk that he carries around with him for 7 years? These are the real plot holes! jkjkjk

That chapter was a little longer than usual. But since this one has less chapters in it, we are actually almost one third through with it. That’s wild!

#qhpra #me being me #harry potter #ps/ ss #ps/ ss liveblog #hp liveblog

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kaitymccoy123 · 7 years

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Damn I Love You

Intro: This piece I wrote for @outside-the-government Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge! You get two pieces this week haha lucky you!

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 1485 words of unabashed fluff

Triggers: If you don’t like the word “damn” don’t read this lol, no triggers other than that - just FLUFF

Summary: So the prompt for this fic was the picture above (the snowy scene) and the first thing I thought was SNOWBALL FIGHT!! So I wrote a snowball fight (kinda).

- Enjoy! -

"Lee, it's cold!" You whined and dragged your feet in the ankle-deep snow.

"Oh come on, darlin'! We've only been out here for 15 minutes, and I want to see the damn sunset." Leonard huffed and dragged you by your mitten-ed hand.

"Oh soooo romantic!" You taunted, your face scrunched up in protest, "Lee, remind me what a 'damn sunset' is again?"

You toddled along after him as you continued to jeer obnoxiously, "Is it like a regular sunset, but with beavers? Or is it a southern thing, where it is so beautiful that you keep saying 'damn' over and over and..." Your last word turned into a high-pitched yelp as Leonard turned suddenly and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey! PUT ME..." You fought and you were cut off again by him sliding you off his shoulders and depositing you into a 4 foot snowbank.

You froze in shock at the icy assault and heard Leonard's hearty laughter. You shifted your head in the deep snow so you could glare at him, but couldn't keep a straight face for long when you saw him doubled-over, laughing.

"Not funny, Lee!" You yelled in mock anger, but now a smile spread over your face.

"Oh, darlin', it looks pretty funny from here." Leonard commented and broke into another roar of laughter.

Snow was now leaking into the neck of your coat as well as into your boots and mittens. You whimpered at the frigid contact.

"Help me out of here, you asshole." You grunted, trying to find ground to push yourself up on.

Leonard swooped over and grabbed you under your arms, setting you back to your feet.

"That was mean." You pouted and looked up into his hazel eyes after brushing most of the snow off.

"I know but I had to get you to shut up somehow." He teased with a smirk, his hands pulling at your coat so you moved closer to him.

The playful, flirty look in his eyes set butterflies aflutter in your stomach, but you were not going to let him win this easy.

You pushed him away as his face neared yours, "I thought you wanted to see the damn sunset."

He turned his back to you and walked a couple steps forwards, his hands in his coat pockets and looked up to the sky and its ever-changing colours, giving you just enough time to stoop down and scoop up a handful of snow.

"Yeah I do, now are you going to cooperate or..." He ranted and as soon as he turned back around to face you, you lobbed the snowball straight for his head, hitting his cheekbone with a thump.

Now you were the one doubling up with laughter at the look on Leonard's face. His jaw hung open in shock, his eyes squeezed closed, and he reached up with a gloved hand to wipe the snow off his face. You straightened up and gave him a toothy grin when suddenly his face changed into a look of dangerous mischief. Your smile abruptly faded as you realized that you were probably going to pay for what you did.

Before he could make a move you turned back the way you came and started running, letting out a high-pitched scream and flailing your arms.

You heard him let out a shout of laughter and yell, "Oh no you don't!"

You ran giggling down the snowy path, the sound of his heavy footsteps behind you. You heard them pause for a moment before continuing, and before you could wonder what he was doing a snowball collided with the back of your head.

You stumbled a few steps and let out a loud gasp of shock before continuing running. But you knew he was faster than you and soon his long legs caught up. You screeched as you heard him growl playfully right behind you and suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your stomach and you lurched sideways, landing in the snowbank again, along with Leonard this time.

The icy air stung your lungs as you gasped in laughter and you heard Leonard laughing along with you, his arms still wrapped around you. You squirmed around a bit in his grasp so you could spin around to face him, looking up into his beaming face. His arms tightened around you and you snuggled into his embrace, the snow acting as a pillow around you.

You brought your hands up to his face to run your fingers through his hair but forgot that you had mittens on, so you just ended up awkwardly patting his head instead. You laughed and shrugged, giving Leonard a look of mock apology. He rolled his eyes, his mouth still stretched into a toothy smile, and he leaned up and bit the top of your mitten, pulling it off with his teeth. You then ran your fingers through his dark hair which contrasted substantially against the pure white snow.

"You're gonna pay for this." You teased.

Leonard arched his eyebrows and made to respond when you tipped your head forward and captured his lips in yours. He instantly returned the kiss, warming your mouth and your insides.

As you kissed him deeper you peeked one eye open, making sure his eyes were closed so you could reach over and grab a handful of snow. You suddenly replaced your lips on his with the icy snow and threw your head back in laughter at the look of amused annoyance on his face.

"Nice. Real classy." Leonard drawled, the fluffy pieces of white sliding down his cheeks.

Your eyes closed in laughter and suddenly his lips were on yours again, except this time the taste of his hot lips mingled with the frigid, wet taste of snow. The sudden change in temperature stung your lips and you pulled back with a shout.

But he had a good grasp on the back of your neck and was now using his face to smear the remnants of snow onto your face. You squealed and tried to resist but it was no use. Finally his lips met yours again and the snowy attack was soon forgotten.

You kissed him until you ran out of breath, until your heart was full, and your fingertips were frozen. You pulled back and tugged on your mitten again, pressing your forehead to Leonard's, the clouds of your breaths intermingling. When daylight began to fade, you took up watching the sky instead, tucked into each others warm embrace, the sky dripping into pinks and oranges.

"What a beautiful sunset." Leonard stated absently, his eyes pointed upwards, as if speaking to the sky itself.

"Damn." You said and heard Leonard's head turn abruptly to look at you in confusion.

You met his eyes with a smirk and a shrug, "You're the one who called it a 'damn sunset'."

Leonard rolled his eyes, smiled, and bit his lip.

"You can be such a damn idiot sometimes." He teased, his gloved hand playing absently with the ends of your snow-dampened hair.

"But I'm your damn idiot." You pointed out, pressing a kiss to the tip of his red nose.

"You're damn right about that." He smiled, pressing another kiss to your mouth, this one hot and heavy.

Your lips felt warm and swollen as he pulled away, "Damn." You noted at the same time as Leonard said, "I love you." and began pressing kisses along your cheekbones as a feeble attempt to warm you up.

"Damn I love you, too." You raised an eyebrow at him teasingly.

Leonard rolled his eyes again and groaned, pressing another sultry kiss to your mouth.

When you began to shiver, whether it was from Leonard's electric kisses or the cold you couldn't tell, Leonard got up, with some difficulty, and pulled you up beside him.

"Let's head home, darlin'." Leonard suggested.

"S-ss-sounds good to m-m-e." You shivered and he pulled you to his side tightly as you began to walk back.

"My coat got dam-p, thanks to you." You said.

Leonard hummed in response and rubbed your arms, not catching your joke.

"You were pretty a-dam-ant about seeing the sunset from the cliff-side, I'm sorry we missed it." You said, enunciating the word this time, hoping he would catch on.

He chuckled, "I'm not."

"I'm glad that you didn't dam-age me, that would have put a real dam-per on our date."

"If you don't stop I am going to dump your fun-dam-ental ass back into the snow" He grumbled.

"That was weak." You gave a triumphant laugh and pulled him tighter, resting your head on his shoulder as you trudged back down the path.

He pulled you closer and you felt your heart warm at his embrace, lavishing in the tingling feeling of the hot blood rushing through your body momentarily.

And that's how you knew that you and Leonard were meant to be, that even when you were damn cold, he could warm you up.

- Thanks for reading! Yes the ending was cheesy but just deal with it haha! Once again this was for @outside-the-government and the Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge! Have a lovely day lovely people! -

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Story Prompts(?) i’ve kept in my mind

1. First of all. Yes, shtty grammar, so messy, i know.

(Adventure Time Fanfic) Flame crown of the fire kingdom actually holds a very evil curse, slowly corrupts the user’s mind. This curse is placed to the crown to ensure fire kingdom’s growth by making the current ruler go evil and invade any land they can get. after the king got kicked out of the throne, it’s flame princess’ turn to rule the kingdom. Little did she knew if the crown is pure or not. At a random turn of events, FP suddenly decided to Invade Ooo, with a simple reason “this kingdom is still too small”. It’s up to the Ooo’s resident to stop this, and especially Finn to turn her back to normal. [ I thought this story when i was still 7th grade in Junior High School, when Finn x FP is still canon in the show]

2. ((another) Adventure Time Fanfic) After the previous incident (Fire Kingdom’s Invasion), Finn and FP’s feeling towards each other grows stronger. Years after years (of Finn’s struggle to find a way to touch FP normally(fire shield ofc) and FP’s constant explosion because of her unstable emotion, they got through it though), they decided to get married. Of course it ended up with a massive explosion over and over. You can’t count Finn’s burn marks all over his body. The proof of his love (cheezy, i know). Years again (finding a way to crossbreed against a human with a frickin fire elemental). They got a kid, twins in fact. They decided to name them Flynn(male) and Finnie(Female). Flynn is more like his father, more humanlike. And Finnie is more like her mother, a powerful elemental able to burn the earth down. Ooo’s in peace, with a few burn spots here and there. Until suddenly The Lich got his mind back at prismo’s place, successfully escapes through time and space to finn’s universe, and suddenly appears at the very center of Candy Kingdom. It’s up to Ooo’s full force and of course Finn’s family to defeat this menace of a king. [ i wrote this story after the continuation of the story above. Again, 7th grade, when a LOT of stuffs is still unexplained, such as Lich’s awakement(?)

Below is my stories and whatnot...

3. Original concept..... i guess.....(?)

In a busy day like the usual, an apostle came directly to the skies, grabbing attentions through the earth. They(gender neutral) suddenly announces they(the gods) decided it is finally time to end this nonsense(the world) once and for all. Which of course, people would panic, even sent many armies trying to “neutralize” this “entity”. Feeling enraged, he pushed a humongous Shockwave across the skies, giving a huge blow to the earth’s surface, resulting in various damages and “natural” disasters. After the world filled with only shouts of people below, the apostle thinks it again. And thought it would be amusing for the last entertainment. They sent down a male human baby, parentless. and announces that “This will be your last countdown to the brink of judgement, i will come back if this child dies by your hands truly” and finally disappears into thin air. Little did people know that the child have an very odd birthmark, much like a symbol. The child exactly arrives at a certain location. So this is where the story branches of how i would like the story goes exactly :

a. Where the child is actually sent down to a remote village, and they secretly raise him until he’s old enough to talk, walk, and socialize. He realizes the he was reclused by the other kids, like “the cursed child that will brink sorrow and end to our village.” but he digress and tries to shrug it off (even though he secretly cries). years later he is old enough to take care of himself. and being reclused, he is only interested with his own world. He’s curious of the outside world. Stuffs happened(my excuse to be lazy), he successfully got out of the village, either by ran away from home or having permission to the elders of the village. Little did he know that the outside people, still searches(?) him, trying to find “the last human” all over the world. Especially an organization called ‘SCRUNIZATION’, tries to locate him all over the world and planned to contain him to a longer life span. When he got to the city a bit far from the village, everything was grim. SO many people are depressed. It’s like the city is near from death. Of course seeing this would sadden the sad boy, even his remote village is more happy and peaceful than...that.

So this route of story mainly focuses on him discovering many happiness in a bulk of negative things around the world, while slowly the Org. locates him (His birthmark is very similar with the Apostle’s appearance(i can’t say what it looked like). The climax is basically him being chased by people from all over the world, with his head full of many bounties ‘alive only’. Much like Ragna The Bloodedge from Blazblue series. And maybe just the trash i am, slip some romance in there *incoherent laughs

and the B route which is

the child is already sent down in a packed city, so many people could witness it. The government of said city, progressively plans about this child’s factor from many stuffs. Such as average human life spans, his immunity to some diseases(which is very high ; he rarely, very rarely gets sick), to his mental and stuffs. They planned which family, or at least “person” would be given a task this big, to adopt a parentless child, coming down from the sky, as the timebomb of their end. And honestly it wasn’t easy to do this, because many, and i mean MANY people already gave up hopes to live and stuffs, giving a hard way to keep the city moving. But an organization was made solely to raise this baby, called ‘SCRUNIZATION’ (from the word ‘scrutiny’ and ‘organization’, i know, so creative) decided to raise him instead. So, it was the start of this child’s isolation to socialization. Stuffs happened(again, my way of saying “i’m lazy to properly explain this part), he could talk, walk, and socialize(again).

Around the age of 5 years old, he noticed the absence of his ‘parents’, when he asks the scientist around his chamber, they would just sweat and gives off a panicked face and tried to ignore him, or kindly told him off.

Around the age of 7 years old, he noticed the absence of people, other than the scientist that come and go from his chamber. He felt lonely and such. And of course the scientist noticed this.

[at this point my motivation to type is gone, so it’s just a blabbering of a simplified version of the story]

he became depressed and lonely overtima

new smart young girl came in to help observe him

he noticed the new girl, intrigued

given a task to socialize with him daily

being a genius, she’s an introvert don’t know much about socializing

tried so hard to talk to him

he was not interested (or at least, tried not to, he likes teasing her, her expression is funny he thought to himself)

she failed. Hard

he was more and more interested in the oppsite sex, especially this new lady

she was embarassed(?) to talk to him more

he thought it was enough

they warmed up to each other

have fun at each other

the boy grew feelings on her (being a trash i am to always throw in a pinch of romance)

oblivious woman is oblivious

tried so hard to seduse(more like being red-faced because being with her destroys his piece of mind)

failed terribly

the scientist realized his mood improved

the girl got different task in different sector

yadda-yadda sad yadda-yadda seperation

boy got sad

boy ask scientist. feigning ignorance

he mad, yes HE MAD

tempts to kill himself just to threaten the scientist to meet him with the girl, but still can’t

he got moved to that one chamber, filled with just sponge, and he wears that insane-people clothes

the scientist forgot one thing, his mental condition deteriorated if this goes on.

the apostle, seeing this, still amused

frees the boy

teleports the boy to nowhere, literally

and lets him decide if it’s better to kill himself away, or live a little bit longer.

after this, it was just a mental and physical struggle of him trying to live, and find the love of his life (*laughs)

[i wrote this when i was around 9th grade. It got nothing to do with religion and such.

The idea of ‘the last person on earth’ intrigued me a lot when i was that age.

and all i can do to deliver the story is through this mysterious apostle that i created. Seriously, they’re like my lazy explanation of all things inhumane and supernatural in an almost non-fiction story. Much like Ogre(?) from the mad father game (that popular rpg maker game)].

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