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Magic beer bread from 1984
It’s good !! Just not pretty
#b dylan hollis#magic beer bread#chef#gay#gay chef#food porn#I have made yeast bread with beer and cheese#it’s good#recipes#breads#I love him#❤️keepersofmyheart❤️#1980s
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After the toe scene, Izzy stopped eating meat
I doubt he'd have the luxury of doing that and not starving on a pirate ship, but it would be pretty reasonable if he would like to for at least a while.
#jack facts#jack chats#i think he'd sooner stop eating altogether than try to have a restricted diet#which i'm sure he would decide was fussy#but yeah food on a ship back then would be mostly:#beer; a cracker-like type of bread; salt preserved meats; cheese; peas; and oatmeal#and limes (rather than oranges) if they could afford em#obviously stede's money and genre magic means they can have more than that on the revenge#but probably only when stede is there#it's interesting to think about though like.#a raw toe with the bone in and the nail on obviously is not going to be at all a similar eating experience to cooked or preserved meat#but on the other hand such a traumatic thing happening right out of sleep... likely he wouldn't remember the literal details#and could easily end up with an aversion based not on the sensations of the experience itself#but on the mostly disconnected knowledge that meat is flesh#hm!#hc#ofmd#izzy hands#cannibalism
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Годовое колесо: Ламмас🌾
#aesthetic#moodboard#wheel of the year#seasons#lammas#lugnasadh#witchcraft#pagan#magic vibes#nature#harvest#august#decor#flowers#ritual#candle#corn#girls#bread#beer#field#fruits
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Something Borrowed
Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader
Warnings: Smut.
Word count: ~1.5k
Summary: An addition to Best Intentions. Read as a standalone, if you'd like.
Author's note: A birthday gift for @hoosbandewan - husband Tom on your birthday. Happy birthday, Erin! No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.
“God’s got bigger things to worry about than me makin’ an honest woman outta ya,” Tom had told her with a wink. “Besides, the money we save we can put towards a bigger do. Would rather everyone have a few beers and sarnies to celebrate, than sit in a stuffy church with their arses going to sleep.”
That had settled it. Her and Tom were to have a registry office wedding, with a reception at The Ducie Arms afterwards.
Even without money being as tight as it is she knows that this is what they would always have chosen. It’s just irrevocably them. Theirs is not a love born of grand gestures and material possessions. They share a soul connection, a lifetime of scraped knees, shared sweets, building their lives around each other, growing together. They are already two halves of the same whole, this is simply the string that ties it all together.
Despite keeping the ceremony itself modest, she feels like a princess as she stands in front of the mirror, her mum behind her fastening the last few buttons on the back of her wedding dress, as she places the last of the pins in her hair.
They’d gotten a deal at the haberdashery on some end cuts of lace and satin, and her mum had worked her magic with her sewing machine. The dress looks shop bought.
She smiles as she smooths her hands over the skirt, taking in the high neckline and draped sleeves, grateful that she’d woken early enough to clasp herself into the lingerie and slip that lies beneath - a wedding night treat for Tom - before her mum had arrived to help her get ready.
It had been a struggle to get out of bed that morning. Her mum, Lois and Connie had all popped round to the flat the previous evening to make sandwiches for the reception. She’d been half way through spreading margarine on a slice of bread when Connie had produced a bottle of gin from her bag.
“Well, if Tom and the rest of the lads are all at the pub, why shouldn’t we?” Connie had asked with a smile as Lois had rushed to get glasses down from the kitchen cupboard.
The pounding in her head the next day tells her exactly why she shouldn’t have. She wonders if Tom is in as much of a sorry state as she is. Thankfully, her make-up does a good job of hiding it.
Tom has called in a favour with a customer at the garage, so she can travel to the registry office in style. She has to stifle a laugh behind her hand as the sleek black motorcar pulls up outside the shop to pick her up. It’s the exact same one that her and Tom had vigorously made up in the back of.
As she slides onto the seat, gathering her skirt so that it doesn’t catch in the door, the memory of Tom laying between her thighs replays in her mind, causing her skin to heat up.
“Everything alright?” Her mum asks, climbing in next to her. “You look a bit flustered.”
She blinks, swallowing and nodding, startled out of her reverie. “Yeah, Mum, bit nervous is all.”
Tom stops fidgeting with his tie knot the moment he sees her, a grin spreading across his face as she walks towards him and the registrar. He lets out a low whistle as she stops beside him, turning to face him. She bows her head, giggling. She feels like a school girl all over again.
Time seems to stand still for her as she gazes into Tom’s blue eyes, not really registering the words being spoken, or the vows she utters in response, fixated only on Tom’s beaming smile. Once more he is that little boy, face full of sunshine and the sweetest little rabbit teeth she’s ever seen.
Except now he is hers. Her husband. She is a wife.
“Fuckin’ finally,” Tom mutters, surging forward once they are told they can kiss.
He grasps the back of her neck, pressing his lips to hers in a motion that steals the air from her lungs. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, smiling into it, her heart fluttering just as it had the first time they’d ever kissed. In a way, this is a first too, the first of many things they’ll share as a married couple.
“Hello, Mrs. Bennett,” he whispers against her lips when they finally part for breath.
The words have heat pooling between her legs almost instantly. She is certain she’ll never tire of hearing them.
As everyone heads in the direction of The Ducie Arms, she is confused when Tom pulls her back in the direction of the shop.
“What you doing?” She asks, brow furrowing as she resists his gentle tug on her arm.
“Left something in the flat, need to go back for it,” he tells her, nodding his head in the direction he wants to go.
“Can’t you just quickly go back for it on your own, and meet me at the pub?”
He shakes his head, tugging at her hand again. “Need you to help me, come on.”
She sighs, relenting and allowing him to pull her along. “We’re gonna be late to our own wedding reception.”
Tom smirks, glancing sideways at her. “They’ll wait, they have to.”
As soon as they’re home, he’s upon her, backing her up towards the bedroom as his hands grasp her waist and his lips find hers.
She giggles between hurried kisses, their breaths intermingling. “Is this what you forgot then?”
Tom pushes her back against the mattress, placing hot, opened mouthed kisses against her throat. “You look so good in that dress, darlin’, couldn’t wait any longer.”
She gasps as her hands slide up her skirt, bunching it at her hips. He leans back, arching a brow appreciatively at the white lingerie he finds beneath. His fingers hook beneath the strap that attaches her stocking to her garter belt and pull back slightly before letting go. It snaps against the flesh of her thigh, making her squeal.
“Tommy, we can’t!” She protests. “I’m wearing things that I won’t be able to put back on if you take them off.”
“Why ever would I take ‘em off?” He asks mockingly, cocking his head. “It’d be a waste.”
She whines as, forcefully, he pushes the gusset of her knickers to one side, swiping through her slick folders, grinning at the wetness he finds. “Gonna make us late to our own wedding reception with this. Naughty, naughty.”
Writhing against the bed, she no longer cares for her fancy lingerie, or if she rumples her dress, not when she hears the metallic clink of Tom’s belt buckle opening. The noise travels straight to her core, causing her to clench around nothing, until finally he’s lining himself up against her entrance and pressing inside. No matter how many times her and Tom make love she’ll never get used to the exquisite torture of that first initial stretch. It robs her of all coherent thought every time, only able to focus on the feeling of him pushing her walls apart.
She expects him to be quick and brutal with her, but he stills once he’s fully inside, resting his forehead against hers. It’s comforting to have him this close, just to feel the weight of him.
As she runs her hands down his back, met with the wiry yet solid expanse of muscle, she’s taken back to a time when he first returned from France and was so thin she could feel every vertebrae in his spine. This is testament to how far he’s come, how far they’ve come; not just the weight he’s put back on, but that he’s healed enough to be in a place where can be someone’s husband, and he has chosen to be hers.
Feeling a prickle of tears in her eyes, she blinks them back, feeling embarrassed when one strays its way down her cheek, until she looks back up into Tom’s eyes to see his are similarly wet.
He holds her close, he takes his time with her. It’s gentle, unhurried, and full of love.
“I love you, Mrs. Bennett,” he whispers to her.
They are late to their reception, but met with rapturous applause as they enter through the pub doors nonetheless. They drink lager, and eat spam sandwiches, and Tom treads on her feet when they attempt to slow dance to ‘Sentimental Journey’ by Doris Day. She can’t imagine a more perfect evening, that is until Tom guides her outside.
They walk back towards the wall, their wall and Tom helps her up onto it, before sitting beside her. Her legs don’t dangle as high from the floor as they used to, and it’s odd to look down and see her legs draped in white lace, instead of littered with scrapes and bruises.
She grins when she turns to Tom, watching as he produces a paper bag of sherbet straws from his inside jacket pocket. “Just wanted to say thanks for helping me with my maths homework fifteen years ago,” he says with a cheeky smile, “Mates, yeah?”
Warmth spreads throughout her chest as she leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Always.”
#tom bennett x reader#tom bennett smut#tom bennett fluff#tom bennett x y/n#tom bennett x you#tom bennett imagine#tom bennett#tom bennett world on fire#world on fire tom bennett#tom bennett fan fiction#ewan mitchell#tom bennett fanfiction#tom bennett fanfic#tom bennett fan fic#world on fire#world on fire fan fiction#world on fire fanfiction#world on fire fanfic#world on fire fan fic
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ALRIGHT. HERE WE GO!
WELCOME TO THE TF2 POLY SWAG BRACKET! [+ bonus rounds but those will be added as we go along!]
in this competition we have 32 tf2 polycules competing for the number one spot! the 2 blank spots are revival rounds that will be taking place at the same time as the 3rd round.
each round will last for a week, plus there will be bonus rounds for the ships that didn't make it in, so stay tuned!
POLLS WILL BEGIN ON MAY 10TH AT 7AM EST!
[credit for scouts moms model and original image: Rebbacus on steam, and also their tumblr!]
[credit for saxton and admin png goes to @tf2-pngs!]
[i made the maggie png but credit for the original art obv goes to the tfcomics]
AND ALSO THIS BRACKET LAYOUT WAS INSPIRED BY @teenagemutantninjaturtleshowdownwdown!!!!!!!!!!!!! if u like tmnt, they've been hosting a bunch of tmnt polls so go check them out!!!!!!!!!!!!
round one matchups are listed under the cut!
LEFT SIDE
zhanna x soldier x demoman [BOOTS N' BOMBS N' BRAWN] vs. sniper x medic x spy [SUPPORT SANDWICH]
scouts ma x spy x engineer [HOME ON THE RANGE] vs. red soldier x red demoman x blu soldier [STARS, STRIPES, AND FIREWORKS]
pyro x spy x engineer [FRENCH BBQ] vs. spy x engineer x sniper [SLASHED TIRES]
engineer x heavy x medic [BEERS N' BEARS] vs. demo x scout x sniper x pyro [QUICK SHOT OF FIREBALL WHISKEY]
soldier x engineer x demoman [CONSTRUCTION DESTRUCTION] vs. soldier x medic x engineer [BREAD BUDDIES]
spy x medic x engineer [SENTRIES, SURGERIES, AND SMOKERS] vs. engineer x medic x demo [MAD SCIENCE]
sniper x engineer x pyro [FIRETRUCKS N' VANS] vs. scout x engineer x pyro [FIRE BRIGADE]
medic x demoman x spy x soldier [DEMOMEDICSOLLYSPY] vs. sniper x soldier x zhanna x ms pauling [SOLLYZHANNASNIPERPAULING]
RIGHT SIDE
heavy x medic x spy [HEAVYMEDICSPY] vs. heavy x medic x scout [BATTERED, BRAWLED, AND BANDAGED]
soldier x demoman x spy [EXPLOSIVE SMOKES] vs. engineer x soldier x spy [ENGIESOLLYSPY]
3 scout poly [5KM] vs 6 spy poly [SPYS GROUP OF 6]
soldier x spy x merasmus [MERASMUSSOLLYSPY] vs. zhanna x ms pauling x administrator [YURI BLAST]
ms pauling x scouts ma x spy [DOIN' UR MOM] vs. heavy x cmedic x medic [CMEDICHEAVYMEDIC]
pyro x soldier x scout [OFFENSE OMELETTE] vs. demoman x heavy x engineer [DEFENSE DUMPLING]
sniper x medic x scout [QUICK SHOTS] vs. soldier x demoman x merasmus [BOOTS N' BOMBS N' BLACK MAGIC]
sniper x saxton x administrator [AUSTRALIUM KNOCKOUT] vs. maggie x saxton x administrator [ADMINMAGGIESAXTON]
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Serpent's Eve
[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]
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"You do understand that this invitation was extended for your entire family as well, against my wishes, of course. But I felt the urgency to… warn you beforehand."
Ominis and Lorra eagerly make their way to Hogsmeade for a much-needed Butterbeer.
Christmas Eve had transformed the quaint village into a winter wonderland, with snow blanketing the streets and festive lights twinkling from every shop window.
The sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mixing with the festive aromas of pine and cinnamon. As they walk, Gaunt couldn't help but smile at the feeling of Lorrain's fingers brushing against his own, their love radiating like a beacon of light in the snowy daylight.
With their arms tightly wrapped around each other, they strolled through the village. The noise and chaos of the surrounding people buying last minute presents and reuniting with their loved ones faded away as they made their way together through the crowd. It was a feeling unlike any other - being alone but not lonely, perfectly content in each other's company.
The cold winter breeze nipped at their skin, making them hold onto each other tightly for warmth. As they entered The Three Broomsticks, Sirona greeted them a with a cheerful smile and a raised beer jar, the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter filling the cozy pub.
The pair cozied up in their seats, nestled in a corner by the fireplace, basking in the comforting heat and sweet aroma of the freshly poured Butterbeer”. Ominis traced delicate patterns on Lorra's hand with his fingers, his touch as gentle as a feather. Every so often, he would lean in closer to her face, wanting nothing more than to be close to her.
Their smiles spoke volumes as they shared soft whispers and laughs, lost in their own little world within the bustling pub.
As they waited for another round of butterbeer, Ominis leaned in close to Lorra and began to speak softly.
"So Lorra, I’d love to give you your christmas present now, would that be okay?" Ominis spoke with a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately wrapped box.
Without even waiting for her to answer, he gently placed the box in her hands.
Filled with anticipation, Lorrain eagerly unwrapped the package and was met with the gleam of full silver finger rings, one for each hand. She slid them on and to her amazement, they fit perfectly on the length of her fingers as if they were made for her.
"How did you know my size?" she asked in admiration, turning to Ominis with a grateful smile.
"Darling, I've been holding your hands for quite some time now," he replied with a fond smile. "I'll recognize them in any lifetime. And I know your fingers are sore and in pain... we should check that wand of yours too." His expression turned concerned as he gently touched her hand.
"Yes, I don't know what's wrong. It's like the magic extends to my hands and it's begun to hurt," Lorra confessed, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at having to admit this to Ominis. But he knew her too well, after all. He always seemed to sense when something was bothering her.
He smiled nervously and began to explain the significance of the gift.
"These will prevent your delicate fingers from hurting after dueling and practicing. I made sure they were made with the finest silver and... apparently they're quite common. It's the third time Flamel has created ones like these in the past decade."
"Wait... Flamel? As in Nicolas Flamel? You went and asked one of the most famous alchemists for full finger rings? Gaunt, you're insane!" Lorra exclaimed in disbelief.
She often forgot about the influence and power that the Gaunt family held, not just in politics or society, but also among the legends of their wizarding world.
Despite her shock, she couldn't help but admire the intricate details of her present. The silver rings were delicately engraved with Flutterbys flowers, adding a touch of sentimentalism. And on the back of each full finger ring, there were letters engraved - "Gaunt" on her left hand and "Lorra" on her right.
It was clear that Ominis had put a lot of thought into this gift, and she couldn't deny how beautiful they were either. She ran her fingers over the smooth metal, feeling grateful for having such a caring and thoughtful partner in Ominis.
“Ominis, they’re breathtaking," she whispered.
"Merry Christmas, Meva Lorra. Just a friendly reminder, that I’ll always be there when you need me. " he whispered before giving her a kiss on her nose.
She couldn't help but blush at the endearing nickname he had given her - "meva." According to Ominis, it was an adjective meaning "his" in a dead language. And indeed, she felt like she belonged to him in every way now. His possessive nature only became more evident over time, though not in a toxic way. Instead, it was a protective and loving gesture that made her heart swell with adoration.
After the heat of their previous beverages had cooled down a bit, they enjoyed the rest of their evening visiting random stores, indulging in some quality time at Honeydukes first. Ominis' sense of taste was on full display as he correctly identified the color of each flavor of Bertie Bott given to him.
Ominis couldn't stop bragging about his luck with chocolate frog cards, always getting the coveted Salazar Slytherin.
As Lorra unwrapped her own, a card slipped out and landed on the floor. It was the image of a medieval witch, with piercing green eyes. Lorra's heart raced as she stared at the familiar face, but couldn't quite place it. It was hauntingly familiar, yet unsettling. A single tear escaped her eye when she traced the name with her fingertips, Morgana LeFay.
But Ominis' excited voice broke through her thoughts, reminding her of something he had been wanting to show her for a long time.
She paid no mind to what had just happened and joined Ominis, welcoming his warm embrace as they walked down to their next stop.
At Tomes & Scrolls, Ominis proudly showed off his favorite braille scroll. It taught the reader how to use wand movements and charms to write in braille while dictating their message. Lorra was fascinated by this unique form of magic and asked Ominis to demonstrate it. How he had adapted to the world was a mystery to her, and yet, she was undoubtedly proud of him for it.
After exploring a bit more, they found a cozy bench near a small pumpkin patch. They sat enjoying the warm sun on their faces, cats seemed to appear out of nowhere, making their way onto Ominis' lap, purring contentedly. He smiled and gently stroked their fur as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
An old wizard, who happened to be passing by, took a picture of the two young lovers surrounded by cats, a rather abnormal situation. He clicked his camera’s button, freezing that moment in a beautiful photograph. Ominis kept the highly texturized photograph in his winter coat pocket, near his heart.
As the sky was painted in hues of deep purple and navy blue, signaling the arrival of nightfall, they made their way back to the Castle, guided by the flickering stars that began to appear.
They walked along the snowy road crossing paths with Thomas Simmon. His tall figure stood out against the fading light, and his sharp features were highlighted by the glow of the moon and snowflakes. They exchanged casual greetings and engaged in superficial small talk, but Lorra could sense his gaze lingering on her hand clasped tightly in Ominis' arm. A mischievous half smile played on Thomas’ lips as he extended an elegant golden envelope to the couple.
"I would be delighted if you could join me at my Manor for a celebration in honor of the New Year. My mother is quite enthusiastic about it," he said, his tone laced with charm and sincerity. Turning towards Ominis, he added with a sly wink, "And Gaunt, I would like to have a word with you, in private if possible?."
The men stepped away from Lorra, creating enough distance for her not to hear their conversation. She watched as Thomas' expression turned serious, his words weighted with importance.
"You do understand that this invitation was extended for your entire family as well, against my wishes. But I felt the urgency to… warn you beforehand." Thomas's worry for the couple was genuine. He had never been fond of Ominis, but he cared deeply for their mutual friend. The memory of what had happened in the Slytherin Common Room still lingered in his mind.
Ominis nodded, his expression serious. "Crystal clear. And thank you for bringing this to my attention, Thomas." With a heavy sigh, Ominis went back to Lorrain who was carefully examining the invitation.
"Well, we have our work cut out for us," Lorrain said to them. She looked up at Thomas and offered him a small smile. "Thank you again for the invitation!."
"No problem at all," Thomas replied, waving as he made his way down the path. "Merry Christmas, my friends."
The atmosphere on their way back to Hogwarts was tense and silent. Ominis' mind raced with all the possible disastrous outcomes if his family, especially his father, saw them arriving together as a couple.
Mr. Gaunt was a man to be avoided at all costs, with his imposing presence and cold demeanor. His pale skin seemed to give off an unnatural glow, his figure thin and refined in the most aristocratic way. But it wasn't just his appearance that made people uneasy around him - it was the way he carried himself, as if he were above everyone else. He meticulously kept track of his children's friends and classmates, making sure they met his standards for blood purity. Ominis was certain that his father had already discovered Lorrain's existence, especially after their incident with his brother Marvolo after the Yule Ball. The thought sent shivers down her spine, knowing Lorra could be on his father’s radar and the consequences could be severe. His father would not hesitate to use dark spells - or whatever curse came to his mind first, for any matter- Imperio? Crucio? Avad-...? The mere thought stung his brain to the point of giving him a headache.
He tried to push these dark thoughts away, but they continued to haunt him as they entered the castle gates. Matilda Weasley, their Professor, stood waiting for them in the North Exit courtyard.
"Ahhh, Mrs. Morgana, please join me for a moment," she directed Lorra to an open space at the feet of the grand fountain."I believe Mr. Sallow is currently in the library, Mr. Gaunt," the witch stated in a firm tone "If you would be so kind as to join him and make sure he doesn't venture into the restricted section, again."
"Of course, Professor," Gaunt replied obediently, giving Lorra a forced smile. Before departing, he gallantly draped his coat around Lorra's shoulders, shielding her from the snowflakes and winter wind.
Matilda made a hand movement, indicating the girl to join her by her side as she continued talking. As the red light from the tip of the blonde's wand faded behind the grand doors, The Professor began to speak:
"Lorra, there is something I must discuss with you. It may be difficult to hear and understand at first." Her eyes sparkled with a maternal warmth that could soothe even the most agitated hippogriff.
"Of course, Professor. I'm all ears," Lorra replied nervously.
"Are you familiar with the term 'Mudblood'?" Matilda asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, professor. It's an insult purebloods use to refer to those of us with non-magical parents" Lorra answered, unsure of where this conversation was going.
"It's a cruel thing to say to anyone truly, but what I want to know is… You just said “US”...are you certain your parents were non-magical? Muggles. " The professor's voice grew more intense as she searched for something beyond just Lorra's blood status.
“Yes, professor." Lorra's voice held a hint of frustration. She trusted her professor, but this conversation felt mundane and unnecessary to her, and a bit unsettling, weird, random?.
"My parents died when I was a child, they were victims of a burglar who had broken into our home. I have very little knowledge of them or my life before my early childhood, but my aunt took me in. She and I shared being the only witches in our family. She saved me from being abandoned. But other than that, I’m afraid I cannot recall anything else…" Lorra had already told Professor Weasley this, the first day she transferred to Hogwarts. Why did she want to hear it, again?
"I'm sorry to hear about your loss," the professor said sympathetically. The same words she used the first time she heard them. Her brow furrowed in concern as she asked "You mentioned you don't remember anything from before your early childhood?"
"That's correct, professor." Lorra repeated, as if she was in an unwanted interview.
"What was your aunt’s full name again? Lorrain?" The professor's expression shifted to one of fear as she waited for Lorra's answer.
“Her name was Geneva Morgana… Wait-” her mind shifted for a bit, clicking what Professor Weasley said earlier. Wasn’t Sebastian back at Feldcroft with his family?
Emerging from behind the thick bushes and stepping through the imposing gates of the castle, a group of stern aurors suddenly surrounded them. Their wands were raised, poised for action, with determined grips on their handles.
Lorra's heart began to race as she watched the scene unfold before her. Professor Weasley, ever the calm presence, took her hand in her gentle grasp and reassured her that it was all just standard security protocol.
But there was nothing tranquil or normal about being surrounded by armed officials at night. Lorra's mind raced with questions and fear as she tried to process what was happening.
Two familiar figures burst out of the castle doors. They ran towards the turmoil, only to stop short when they encountered the ring of aurors surrounding the witches.
"What is the meaning of this?" Sebastian's booming voice echoed through the courtyard, his anger palpable as he yelled out. Ominis stood nearby, disbelief etched on his face as he pointed his wand in front of him to sense the chaos unfolding.
"Do not intervene," Arthur Sallow, the head auror in charge, bellowed with fury at his cousin and his friend. He stepped in front of them, putting his arm up to block their path.
Sebastian could feel his blood boiling as he continued to argue with his cousin. "First you refuse to help Anne, and now this? Are you fu-” His words were cut off as Arthur slapped him across the face, silencing him.
"That is not necessary, Mr. Sallow your family matters should be kept at home, not at the job!" Matilda Weasley scolded. "Please, you too Mr. Gaunt, do not intervene, this situation has gone beyond our hands." She then turned to block Ominis's path as well.
Lorra's heart raced as she struggled to make sense of the chaos surrounding her. Her mind felt like it was about to burst, pounding against her skull with such intensity that she feared it might actually explode. A sudden rush of adrenaline spiked through her veins, causing her fingertips to tingle and burn like they had been dipped in boiling water. The sensation spread, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin until they almost hurt her pores.
Before she could fully comprehend what was happening Arthur Sallow began to recite her rights "Miss Lorrain Morgana, you are under arrest for the murder of Lady Igraine and Lord Gorlois, the Ministry of Mag..." But Lorra couldn't hear the rest. In a blur of motion, without warning or permission, Arthur grabbed Lorra's arm and they both disappeared in a flash of bright light. The rest of the Aurors quickly followed suit, leaving behind only confusion and bewilderment in their wake.
A thick, suffocating silence descended upon the stunned group of Slytherins as they processed what had just transpired.
“Professor Weasley, where have they taken her? This is outrageous! What is the meaning of this?”
“Allegedly killed who? This is absurd. How could this even be happening?”
Ominis and Sebastian began to shout simultaneously, their voices overlapping as they demanded answers from their Professor who stood before them with a heavy heart.
She turned away, unable to meet their accusing gazes as she confessed:
"She has been taken to the Ministry of Magic for a possible trial."
"A TRIAL?!" they both exclaimed incredulously. "For the supposed killing of who?!" The blind gaze of Ominis locked onto his sub director's face.
Matilda Weasley sighed as she responded to him. “Her parents.”
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👉🥳FINALLY!
👉Say hello to Arthur Sallow, Uncle Solomon's son 😈 Serving anime villain face pose.
#hogwarts legacy#artists on tumblr#hogwarts legacy fanfic#hogwarts legacy fanart#harry potter#ominis gaunt#slytherin#sebastian sallow#Arthur sallow#ominis gaunt fanfiction#ominis gaunt fanart#hogwarts legacy mc#lorrain morgana#omrra#art#digital art#digital illustration
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scumbag blues • battery acid
gator tillman x f!original character
previous chapter • masterlist
cw: 18+minors dni, unsolicited dick pics/videos, mean texts, drinking, kind of smut??? Gator tries
Daisy’s depressed. She’s been turning away clients left and right. The money from Roy keeps the bills paid but it’s tighter than before and her pops has noticed. Says something about it when Daisy’s cooking him lunch.
“I don’t know why things have taken such a turn, Daisy,” he sounds stressed. “We haven’t had a single guest in two weeks.”
“It’ll turn back around,” she assures him, “always does.”
Her mothers voice rings in her ears. Same mantra about how women have to take care of things. How women have a magic money maker between their legs and they’d be fools not to take advantage.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket, she pulls it out and looks down at the notification. Gator. Hasn’t had the guts to block him like she should. She slides it open and is met with a photo of his cock. Hard as hell. He’s on his bed, she can see his cargos bunched up around his ankles and his combat boots. He’s sent You can’t quit me, baby along with the photo and she hates the way it ignites a flame in her stomach. She locks her phone and shoves it back in her pocket, resuming the can of tomato soup she’d been heating up. She wishes Gator would just give it up. There’s plenty of other women for sale in this county. But she knows he likes her. Their sexual chemistry is undeniable. And she’s certain Gator hasn’t been with any other woman. Yet, she doesn’t even know how many men she’s been with. It’s unfair. She can’t quit this. And that’s what Gator deserves, so she’ll have to quit him.
She butters up the bread for grilled cheeses, determined to get out of this funk and start taking clients again. Her mother would tell her she’s pathetic. Gator’s always been a client, he started out as such and it’d be laughable to think they could be more. It’s a god damn pipe dream and they both know it.
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When Daisy reads his message but doesn’t respond, Gator gets furious but his cock is still hard. The arousal mixed with the anger facilitates in a bit of harassment on his end. He records himself jacking off, mumbles about how he knows she wants him. How she’s gonna watch it later and play with her pretty pussy. Which he fully believes. Records himself cumming, muttering, “Wish I was cumming in your tight hole, baby.”
Again, Daisy opens the messages and doesn’t respond. And now that Gator’s cock is softening, the anger takes over and he sends a handful of messages.
Whatever, bitch. Ur not even pretty. Just fucking easy.
Ur used up.
Probably should get tested. God knows ur fckn infected. Nasty slut.
Fuck u bitch
Then, Gator realizes these won’t help his case in any way so he sends another.
I’m sorry. Just miss u and I ain’t good at controlling my temper
The last message never delivers and Gator’s feeling like a pathetic loser with his cum drying on his stomach. Cleans himself up and grabs his keys. He needs to get as drunk as humanly possible. Fuck, he doesn’t care that it’s only noon. This pit of dread filling him needs to be released and alcohol can dull it. The Esquire Club opens at 10 am. He’ll be with like minded company. And well, if it’s two blocks from the Inn, that’s just a coincidence. He isn’t hoping that Daisy’ll wander in desperate for money. Definitely not.
The place is dead when he gets there aside from a couple of dudes rambling about sports. Gator doesn’t keep up with football anymore. Too bitter about high school. He would’ve been scouted, out of this shithole and never would’ve touched Daisy Way if that prick hadn’t busted his ankle. Swears if he ever sees that fucker again, he’ll kill him.
The hours drone on, Gator filling his belly with cheap whiskey and countless beers. Is absolutely stumbling around when the sun goes down. There’s girls in here tonight. Ones that know Gator’s the sheriff’s son, girls that touch his biceps and ask if he’s ever had to shoot anyone. He tells grandiose stories, fibbing on the extremities. Yeah, he sees a ton of action. Yeah, Gator’s a fucking badass. He’s a fucking winner.
He gets one of the girls in the bathroom, a brunette with heavy makeup and a short skirt. Has her leg propped up on the graffitied toilet. Limp dick in his hand as he tugs it, pleading internally for it to fill out but it just fucking won’t. He knows it’s the whiskey, his whole body is fucking numb. But he can’t help but think that if this were Daisy bent over for him, he’d be hard as a rock. It’s pathetic and it’s weird, but he grabs hold of the girl's hair and tugs her head back so he can grunt into her ear.
“You want me to fuck you, Daisy? Huh?” he laughs, “Want me to stretch you out so bad?”
“My names not Daisy?” the girl replies, confusion dripping in her voice.
“Shh,” he hisses, pulling on his cock and focusing on the fantasy, trying to will his dick to life. Nothing. He balls his fist up and slams it against the stall, “Fuck!”
He shoves his flaccid length back into his cargos and barrels out of there. Leaving the girl stunned and exposed. He’s a fucking loser. If he goes by the Inn, it’ll be pummeled into his head what a fucking loser he is. Somehow, he winds up at Faye’s apartment building. Hits the buzzer. Over and over until he hears her sleepy voice.
“Who is it?”
“Faye, it’s me— er,” he hiccups, “Gator. Can I come up?”
“Gator, it’s the middle of the night,” she sighs, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Please,” he whines, hates how pathetic he sounds, “I have nowhere else to go. I won’t be fucking weird. Okay? I just… please, Faye.”
A beat of silence. Then the buzz and a green light. Gator tugs the door open and stumbles inside, looking down the hall until a door opens. Faye steps outside, rubbing her eyes and she’s wearing a long, flowy nightgown. She lets him inside and because of his intoxicated state, he clings onto her and fucking cries. Like the pathetic loser he is. But she wraps her arms around him.
“Gator, what happened?”
“I’m… I’m such a fucking loser,” he sobs, “I ruin everything.”
Faye squeezes him tighter, rubs his back soothingly. “Oh, Gator…”
She pulls back and puts her hands on his face, “I’m gonna make some tea. Sit on the couch and we’ll talk about it. Okay?”
She’s so good. So pure. So sweet. Gator hiccups and nods, moving to rub his fists against his teary eyes. Then he trudges to her living room, waiting for her to return.
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I like the idea of Vio adopting some Gerudo traditions as a way of mourning Shadow and coping with his loss.
I base a lot of my Gerudo culture headcanons on ancient Egypt, even though my specialty is Mesopotamia and “ancient Egypt” is about as vague as saying “yeah I have a mammal in my house”. The time frame we’re looking at- ancient Egypt is so vast that actual ancient Egyptians had their own archaeologists studying their own past. So. Read my uncited and sleep-deprived fandom post with that in mind, and maybe go look up Hathor’s significance as a goddess of both mining and makeup, or the origin of the dog star. People seem to think Egypt was all about death.
Still, I’m here for goth blorbo posting, so talk of death it is!
For my personal headcanons, and Hyrule Historia’s debatable take on Shadow being made from Ganondorf AND Link- I think he was both an attempt at mocking Link, but also possibly an attempt to create a Gerudo hero. It must sting that not only can Ganondorf never win, but even his people suffer the short end of the stick. I’ll leave Shadow’s creation and the motives behind it up in the air, but- I do like the idea of him being somewhat racially Gerudo, if not raised in it culturally. Shadow is alone, running on emotions and instincts that might be his and might be the old hate of an endlessly reincarnated demon. His brain keeps spitting up random facts about the divine ritual significance of the king, flooding season and how to respectfully summon ghosts, and he has no idea what to do with any of this.
Until, of course, one day he brings home a cute nerdy twink to the evil castle and Shadow wants this guy’s attention So Bad. Cue poorly planned and half-understood infodumping that still earns him Vio’s complete undivided attention and possibly even cuddles. We don’t know what they were doing while Blue and Red tried not to die. Maybe they painted eachother’s nails while Shadow awkwardly coughed up random facts about Gerudo noun modifiers. (It would work on me)
Let’s fast forward.
Shadow is, for all intents and purposes, very dead by the end of things. While I love the idea of Vio descending into the guts of occult research hell to bring him back, there’s time between the end of the adventure and when- or even if- his attempts work. Research is one coping mechanism. How else does he want to remember Shadow?
Shadow wanted to be a person, above all else. Real, someone to be looked in the eye and respected. Nobody else is going to mourn him- who else would have cared enough, known him enough? The other parts of Link might try to understand for Vio’s sake, but they didn’t live it. They didn’t drink with him and toss around awful villain greetings like “vile morning your wretchedness”. The only people who don’t get graves or rites or anything are… well, being deliberately treated as less than people. And even if Shadow was a magic construct made of half a dozen things and the kitchen sink, enough of him was Gerudo for him to cling to it and say this, this is evidence that I’m a person too.
Something about the practice of religion that might not be immediately apparent to the average white American Protestant or culturally Christian atheist is that orthopraxy and orthodoxy are two different things. Correct action versus correct belief, essentially. In the ancient world, it often didn’t matter if you “believed” in a god, especially if you were in a high political position- the motions still had to be performed. It was taken as a matter of fact that the ghosts needed to be given bread and the rash on your neck was a sign of a god’s displeasure that could be interpreted via medical divination.
I’m vastly simplifying it because this is a fandom post and I’m running on two hours of sleep, so I’ll cut to the chase- it doesn’t matter if Vio “follows” the goddess of the sands or any other deity, or even none at all. If he thinks Shadow would have wanted beer and bread left out for his ghost, according to how any real person would be honored, I don’t think it’s out of the question that he might just do that. Plus, I think Vio would be invested enough in how Shadow would want his memory to be treated that he’d do the reading and maybe hop over to the Desert of Doubt to ask the Gerudo for proper funerary details in person. Again, it’s not like Shadow would have any other family or friends to fill the role.
Vio absolutely has a little sketch of Shadow in his room with a glass of water and a little plate next to it, and when Blue leaves a giant platter of stress-baked cookies outside his door he shares them with his dead boyfriend. I’m just saying. The guy may be dead but the love is not.
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How about Abigail and/or John for Lovey Dovey Asks prompt number 9? 🤠
Question from prompt: What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love?
Abigail: You'll never have to go long with holes in your clothing or anything becoming threadbare. The minute she can take those clothes from you and distract you, she'll fix it and return it like some magical elf. Unfortunately, if it's John, she'll have to be extra sneaky since his schedule is very unpredictable.
She'll also make sure you have a snack of some sort in your pack whether it's jerky, canned fruit or some bread or anything she's made. She can't stand the idea of you going hungry. She knows what that's like and wants to make sure that those she loves never have to feel that uncertainty. If it's John, she's always worried it's not good enough, especially if it's her cooking. She is always surprised when John thanks her and loves it because she still thinks Pearson's cooking is better than hers.
John: If John finds out that you have a craving for something, he does the best he can to get it for you without you having to ask. Is it a Coke or Root Beer? Candy Sticks? Canned strawberries? He'll get you some giving you one and hiding the rest so he can randomly surprise you, especially on a hard day. Usually, he'll take stock of a favorite drink and a favorite food/snack. It may or may not have saved his hide when he's needed to appease you.
If it's Abigail, it's chili spices and chocolate!
#rdr 2#john marston#abigail marston#abigail roberts#red dead redemption 2#van der linde gang#john marston x reader#abigail marston x reader#abigail roberts x reader#john marston x abigail roberts
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Osiris/Ausir, God of the Duat, life and rebirth
Who is Osiris?
Osiris is the son of the Sky Goddess Nut and Earth God Geb. His siblings are Isis, who is also his wife, Seth and Nepthys. He was said to be one of the first Pharoahs of Egypt. He civilized the people and taught agriculture. He is the God of agriculture, life, death, fertility and the king of the Underworld, the Duat.
During Osiris' reign, his younger brother Seth, jealous of his power to rule, murdered him. Seth invited him to a party, and had out a bejewelled box which he promised to anybody who could fit inside of it. After many failed attempts by the others at the celebration, Osiris gave it a try. He fit perfectly inside the box, which would become his coffin. The box was shut, sealed with molten lead and then promptly thrown into the Nile River.
When the Queen, Isis, found out, she was devastated, and went to search for her husband's body. The myths vary on how she did this, but most say she became a babysitter for the Queen of Babylon's young son, as Osiris' coffin was tangled in a tree in the back of the palace. Once she acquired Osiris' body, she brought him back to life with her magic. Osiris then became king of the Duat. This is just one telling of a variety of re-tellings.
When the Pharoah died, he was associated with Osiris, and the heir to the throne was associated with Osiris' son, Horus.
His festivals include the Osiris mysteries, and the raising of the pillar ceremony.
Symbols
Colours green, black
The djed pillar 𓊽
Crook and Fail
Atef crown
Ostrich feathers
Soil
Acacias, willows, sycamores, cedar
Adze blade (opening of the mouth)
Offerings
Cool water, beer, wine
Bread, sour dough, grain products,
Frankincense, myrrh
Iris, orris root, easter lily
Gold, lapis Lazuli, malachite, obsidian
Epithets
Mighty One
Ruler of Life
Who is in Abydos
Lord of love
True of Voice
Divine Father
Lord of Silence
Weary of heart
Prayer
Hail to you, Osiris Lord of Eternity, king of gods, Of many names, of holy forms, Of secret rites in temples!
Lord of remembrance in the Hall of Justice, Secret Ba of the lord of the cavern, Ba of Re, his very body. Lord of acclaim in the southern sky, Sanctified by the northern sky, The imperishable stars are under his rule, The unwearying stars are his abode, The ancestors rejoice to see him. Those yonder are in awe of him.
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Oct 7 - Khonsu's Day of the Moon
Khonsu is the Kemetic (Egyptian) god of the moon. His name means "traveller" "navigator" and "wanderer" this is likely because of the moon's travels across the sky, but also, that the moon and stars would be used to navigate. Khonsu is also young, and a man, which sets him apart from a lot of other moon gods.
He was also often begged for healing, as it was belived that he healed the Pharoah Ptolemy IV. He became the patron god for doctors, healers etc.
How to worship today
- Partake in Lunar magic (be mindful of the phase of the moon and pick appropriate spellwork!)
- Standard Kemetic offerings of bread, honey, milk, beer.
- Cultivate healing wisdom
- Cultivate wisdom of the moon
- Moon meditation
- Consider or plan an adventure / journey
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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P3
warning! panic attacks and implied abuse!
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They ended up spending the rest of their day going through their clothes and ordering room service, Harry admiring the fizzy drink that had been delivered by the school staff. It was called root beer, and Harry had yet to try it just yet-Gil already halfway through his eggs, fried chicken, roasted Brussel sprouts, and French fries.
Harry opened the bottle with his hook(with some difficulty, but Harry was extra af) and took a careful sip of the drink, his jaw-dropping and eyes widening as the taste hit his tongue. “Holy shit-“ Harry cursed, sipping the soda again and gasping “Holy shit!” It was fucking amazing-absolutely amazing-from the first taste to the after taste-it was amazing.
“Gil-Gil-try try try” Harry babbled, his hands twitching and moving about wildly as they always did when he got antsy-bouncing in his seat as Gil tried the root beer. Gil licked his lips as he pulled the bottle away-sharing a wide-eyed look with Harry. “Holy crap that’s good!” Gil cheered, taking one more sip and then handing it back to Harry, offering the orange soda he had ordered. “Try mine!”
Harry took the bottle and tried it, nodding-good-but not as good as root beer. Harry took a bite of his turkey sandwich-which was so weird to eat without the slimy meat or super stale/half molded bread-it was good though, but it only made him angrier over the fact that he and so many others had been forced to eat garbage while this good shit was available to the Auradon people 24/7.
“Okay-“ Harry started, wiping his mouth as and Gil leaned over a map of Auradon city, they needed to plan for the wand-and if they were lucky-by the next morning the isle would be freed, and they would be on the seas with Uma in no time. “So, first-we need to find out where the wand is, what the security is like-which according to the lass” Harry nodded towards your room and Gil nodded, shoving several fries into his mouth. “is only guarded by one guard and a force field-but we don’t know if that has been upgraded since then. Then we make an escape plan, I say we steal a limo and one of those remotes, then boom-isle’s free.”
“Seems pretty straightforward.” Gil muttered; it was easy to follow-other than all the in-betweens Gil would no doubt lose track of-but that was Harry’s job. “Now-just where is tha’ wand?” Harry asked himself, scratching his head as he looked down at the Auradon city map-he would use the magic map his dad gave him-but it only showed him the building he was currently in- it wouldn’t show a path to the wand.
“Oh, I know!” Gil cheered, standing and grabbing a book from his bed-one of which he had been reading before lunch arrived, he had taken it from the bookshelf between the beds. Harry looked at the title, having not cared to when Gil first grabbed the book. “history of Auradon and its magical items.” Harry muttered, leaning on his palm and letting Gil babble on about the book.
“And then I got to this section-wands and scepters-and it says Fairy Godmothers' wand has been kept in the museum of cultural history since Auradon was created! It’s brought out during special celebrations, coronations, or blessings for new royals, such as prince Ben’s birth.” Gil finished with a grin; happy he could help as Harry’s blank eyes turned to a wide grin.
“Gil-ye-ye, wonderful boy!” Harry stood, taking Gil’s cheeks and kissing his forehead, Gil laughing as he did so. “Now we know where tha’ wand is! Is there a map of the museum at all?” Gil stood again and grabbed some sort of pamphlet from the bookshelf, handing it to Harry.
“Map of Auradon’s museum of cultural history,” Harry muttered, pumping his fist as he opened it and laid it out on the table in front of him, grabbing a notepad so he could write down all his plans. “Atta boy Gil, now eat yer eggs and I’ll plan.” Gil nodded, leaning over the table to watch Harry mutter to himself, scribbling on the notepad and the maps and crossing certain things out.
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A knock on the door jolted Harry out of his focus, he was surrounded by maps of Auradon, the oceans around Auradon, the isle, and the museum, several scratched-out notepads sitting buried by those maps. “Who is it!?” Harry yelled out, Gil looking over his shoulder at the door from his cartoons(this time of three bug-eyed girls who had superpowers), watching as Harry scrambled to hide the plans he had made and scratched out.
“It's me!” you yelled back, stepping away from the door as it flew open, Harry looking a bit frazzled. “It’s uh-dinner time, and if you guys want, I can walk you over to the cafeteria?” you nodded down the hall towards the aforementioned place, and Harry was about to decline when his and Gil’s stomachs rumbled. Harry gave a glare to his stomach and held it, turning to look out the windows of the dorm-it was darker than it was a few hours before-but they had at least two hours of sunlight left.
Harry had really lost track of time, hadn’t he?
“I could eat!” Gil proclaimed, jumping up from the couch and meeting Harry at the door, smiling at him. “We could use the fuel.” Gil subtly, as subtle as he could be, glanced back at the piles of maps and notes. Harry sighed, nodding slightly in agreement. He would need to eat-and he wouldn’t deny Gil having dinner-Gil got grumpy when he was hungry.
“Fine-let’s go,” Harry muttered, following Gil out of the room and locking the door behind him, trailing behind you and Gil as you led the way-Gil chatting away about what he had found in the dorm room-and what he had for lunch, and what he found in the mini fridge. “Root beer eh?” you laughed as Gil told you about the magnificent drink Harry had discovered. “That’s my favorite too, there's a brand that’s just the best-has a black licorice aftertaste as well, best thing in Auradon-other than Mrs. Pott’s chocolate chip cookies.”
Harry hummed, barely listening, his eyes scanning each hallway they passed through-for each exit and entrance, for any cameras or security he and Gil might face on their way out later that night. “So do ye got guards at all? For after curfew?” Harry asked, walking forward to step beside you, tilting his head as you shrugged. “What’s tha’ supposed to mean?”
“Kinda? I mean-some armors around the halls are enchanted to survey the students, but only after curfew starts, before that it’s kinda a free for all-if you know where to go-you can practically leave campus without anyone seeing you-just gotta know where those particular suits are.” You explained, giving Harry so much information without even knowing it.(or so he thought ;3)
“Which armors are they?” Gil asked instead of Harry, which Harry mentally patted Gil on the back for doing-if Harry asked-it would be suspicious, Gil’s questions were always so… light-hearted, truly curious instead of plotting. You gave them a quick rundown of the enchanted armor. There was one in the hall of their dorm wing, facing the stairs, one by the window at the end of the hall of their dorm wing, and it was the same for each floor and hall-and then two at the back entrance.
“They didn’t put any at the front?” Harry asked, wondering how these Auradon dupes could be so trusting. You just shrugged, having wondered the same thing for the last two months. “Yep, dunno why-but hey, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, though I usually just sneak out my window, they got no other campus security other than the armors-and they’re all inside. I think they’re more concerned over someone having sex than anyone sneaking in or out.”
Harry snorted, a grin splitting on his face, really? Underage sex was the most Auradon was worried about? They really were stupid-they wouldn’t know what hit em. You glanced at him, raising your brows at his expression, he just smirked back-sharing a look with Gil when you looked away first.
“And here we are-food heaven-its buffet style so get in line, grab a tray and grab what you think you would like, no limits.“ With that, after briefly showing off the cafeteria, you skipped off to join the line, sharing a smile with the girl in front of you, sporting a bob haircut and dressed in a shimmering red and florescent pink jacket, a Chinese dragon curling on the back of it.
Harry and Gil took a moment to look around, it was a bit bigger than the cafeteria back at serpent prep-much much cleaner, bright as fuck-and…smelled amazing. “What the fuck is that?” Harry asked, sniffing the air for that pungent smell of….garlic? his eyes drifted to a spot near the end of the line of students, seeing loaves and loaves of bread that looked and smelled fucking amazing. “c’mon-before all the goods stuff gone!“ Gil said in a hurry, grabbing Harry’s wrist and dragging him into the line, bouncing on his heels as the food got ever closer.
Harry spotted Mal and her cronies filing into the room, prince Ben with them looking positively beaming as he showed off the hall. Mal looked bored as ever, clearly wanting the day to be over with already while Jay and Carlos were drooling. Evie looked as if she wanted to do the same, but kept her composure-just as she was taught.
Harry felt his wrist be grabbed again and he realized he left his hook in his dorm room. He cursed under his breath at that-he had never left his hook behind-ever, not unless it was with Uma. Now he was twitchy, his leg bouncing and picking at the threads on his jeans as he and Gil waited in line. Finally, they got to the front, each grabbing a tray and plate and going down the line. It seemed it was pasta night, with several options of pasta and sauce being offered. One of the staff offered a smile that reminded Harry of his uncle Smee, dressed in soft purple and gold, “What would you like dearies?” she asked, her grey hair pulled back behind a hair net-her name tag reading ‘Mrs. Potts.’
Harry just shrugged, looking at all the options, they were so many he didn’t know what to choose. Gil however seemed to know what to pick-selecting two different kinds of pasta and sauces, spaghetti and ravioli with alfredo and tomato sauce. Harry went with the basic spaghetti and tomato sauce, nodding as Mrs. Potts told him he could come back for a different dish if he didn’t like the one he chose.
Everyone was so damn nice-it was so fucking weird-freaked him out.
They both got garlic bread, and roasted carrots. They both narrowed their eyes at the dessert section. “The fuck is chocolate?” Harry asked Gil quietly, who shrugged, picking out something called a brownie. Harry grabbed the pack of chocolate chip cookies, remembering your words from earlier and how they were better than root beer.
Speaking of root beer, Harry quickly grabbed a bottle of it from the drinks at the end and looked around for a table, pursing his lips as he looked for an empty one. He saw one with you and that girl with short hair, just the two of you. You felt his eyes on you and waved him over with an inviting smile. Harry sighed, seeing only one more table and Jay was already claiming it.
Harry nodded for Gil to follow and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and Gil sat on his other side. “Ah~ the famous spaghetti sauce,” you sang, pointing at Harry’s plate. “Good choice, we get the recipe directly from Tony’s restaurant, which is famous for its spaghetti and meatballs.” Harry slowly nodded, poking at his food, noticing there were small balls of meat in his sauce.
“hi-I’m Gil,” Harry looked up to see Gil shaking hands with the girl across from you, who beamed and shook his hand, introducing herself. “im Li-Liane, but everyone just calls me Lonnie.” Gil nodded, sitting back down as Lonnie looked at Harry as if expecting something. Harry sighed, holding out his hand. “I’m Harry, Harry Hook.”
She shook his hand eagerly, beaming. When she let it go Harry sneakily rubbed his hand on his pants, clenching his hand as he did-she had a good grip and he noted she had the callouses of a swordswoman. “Nice to meet you! Are you guys enjoying your stay so far? I'm sure a lot of it’s overwhelming-I mean, just from across the sea-everything looks so dark and damp over there-I heard you guys get no sunlight and-I mean-oh sorry! Im rambling!” Lonnie laughed, shaking her head to rid herself of her thoughts.
Harry just shrugged, poking his food again. “it’s fine, I guess, it’s very…” Harry looked up, squinting at the bright florescent lights of the hall. “bright ‘ere.” Lonnie laughed with a small snort-nodding as she did. “Yeah, it would do you guys good to invest in some sunglasses and sunscreen.”
Harry just hummed, shrugging as he did, it wouldn’t matter. The sun would be covered by storm clouds soon enough. He finally took a bite of his food-his eyes going wide as the sauce hit his tongue. “Holy fuck.” He cursed quietly, starting to shovel the food into his mouth. Lonnie looked a bit awed as you ignored how he and Gil ate like there was no tomorrow.
He didn’t care, just continued to eat, pausing to drink his soda, breath, eat some garlic bread and carrots-then dove back into his pasta. By the time he was done, he let out a satisfied huff, he felt full-for the first time-he felt full, his stomach pudging a little against his belt.
He was going to need a nap-he could tell-food coma. He glanced over his shoulders-seeing the other vks all doing the same thing he was moments before-poking at their food. Mal looked almost disgusted by what was in front of her, Evie looked nearly afraid to eat what little serving she had gotten, Carlos was eying up his, and Jay was glaring at it.
Jay looked up, glaring at Harry then realized his plate was empty-Harry supposed that was reason enough to trust the food because Jay started to eat. Even if they were enemies now-vks did have small bits of trust for each other-one was in food. If Harry could eat-so could they.
The others followed Jay’s lead soon enough-though Evie kept picking at her food, the only thing that she actually ate was the vegetables. She had always been skinny-too skinny even for the isle-Harry frowned from his spot across the hall, turning at the sound of plastic. He watched as Gil opened the packaged brownie he had picked out and took a bite.
Gil grabbed his arm, and that was all Harry needed to know, chuckling as Gil’s eyes turned to stars. With that-Harry opened his pack of cookies, flipping it over in his hands to study it before taking a bite, and instead of grabbing Gil-he grabbed you, freezing as the taste of chocolate chip cookies hit his tongue. You laughed, Lonnie doing her best to look as if she wasn’t watching their reactions as you patted Harry's hand that lay on your shoulder. “Good?”
Harry nodded, staring down at the disc-shaped piece of heaven he had in his hand “Good, Mrs. Pott’s makes those by hand almost every day-and hands down, she makes the best in Auradon city.” Harry just hummed-almost moaned as he took another bite of the cookie, sharing his other one with Gil as Gil handed him the last (big)bite of his brownie.
Harry did moan as the taste of deep chocolate hit him, the treat thick and chewy. A fudge brownie the packaging said. Harry would definitely have to save one of these for Uma-she would love it. The thought of Uma made his shoulders fall for a moment, but he forced that feeling of homesickness away-he would see her soon enough.
He and Gil were quiet for the rest of dinner, Gil going back to get seconds and more dessert as Harry listened to you and Lonnie talk-Lonnie asking you something about roar, whatever that was, and the upcoming competition season.
“We have one more position open-try outs are on Tuesday as well, but I know you have that thing with your mom that day-so, I’ll let you know if the spot remains open.” Lonnie nodded at your words, humming a bit as you opened your pack of cookies and looked up at the clock. “wow, that time already?” Harry looked up, seeing it was 19 minutes to eight. “Already seven thirty-damn.”
Harry pressed his lips together, damn his time comprehension skills, he was better at reading the skies than he was a clock. You started to clean up your nearly empty tray, giving Lonnie the last of your sides, which she happily ate. “I have some stuff to return to the library before it closes for the day-so, see ya!” you waved the boys and Lonnie goodbye, heading back into the halls of the dorm building, leaving Harry and Gil alone with Lonnie.
The three just stared at each other, before Lonnie smiled and stood with her empty tray. “I won’t bug you guys with my presence, have a good rest of your night!” and with that-Harry and Gil were alone, some of their ‘fellow’ students staring at them. Harry grumbled under his breath, wanting this day to be done with so they could just go get the wand already.
“Hey guys!” Harry closed his eyes-taking a deep breath before facing Ben-who smiled down at them so brightly Harry considered getting those sunglasses Lonnie talked about. “How’s your day so far? Good, I hope?”
“Goodie goodie as it can be~” Harry said with false cheer-which-yeah it had been a pretty good day, they had been mostly left to their own devices in their dorm and had been able to plan most of their wand theft. But he couldn’t let beasty boy know that, why would he?
“Amazing, I trust your rooms are to your liking as well?” Ben asked; that bright smile that made Harry want to choke himself out on his face. Harry just shrugged again-but Gil nodded enthusiastically, babbling away about what he had discovered in the room-from the mini fridge to the tv. Ben happily listened, hanging onto each word Gil said.
Harry let Gil have it, Harry….heavily tolerated the fuck but it was easy to get overwhelmed by his chatter-might as well let Gil chatter away to someone who didn’t mind. Harry got up at one point to get more root beer and something called Oreos(which god damn another thing straight from the gods), stole a pen from Ben at another point and started drawing on Gil’s arm until the bell rang to single the end of dinner.
Harry was the first up and tossed his clean tray and plate onto a rolling table already filled with used trays and plates-throwing his trash into the can and then grabbing Gil. “Well, it’s been a blast talkin’ ta ye beasty-but it’s been such a long day-and I need me beauty sleep, ciao~” Harry sang, dragging Gil away from the bewildered prince who started laughing as soon as Gil and Harry were out the cafeteria doors.
“This is going to be fun,” Ben said to himself, catching up with Audrey and Chad as they waited for him at their table-refusing to interact with ‘the dirty pirates’.
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“Ye remember what I told ye, right?” Gil nodded, reciting the plan as he and Harry got ready to sneak out(it was just before curfew) and get the wand. Harry had a feeling Mal and her cronies would be making their go for it tonight as well, but no doubt Harry and Gil would get there first-Mal had a habit of leaving planning for the last minute, and no doubt she was only barely getting the location of the wand.
Gilly boy had found that out hours ago, so they had a head start by miles. “There’s no campus security-other than those armors, so we should be good to head on foot-“ Harry spotted the clock-minutes away from midnight-at least he thought so. It was close enough. “C’mon, before the armors turn on.”
Harry and Gil made sure their bags were sitting near the window-still unpacked-just in case they were able to come back and get their stuff after nabbing the wand. Harry carefully opened the door, spotting Mal and Evie going into Jay and Carlos’ room a few doors down.
Harry pulled out his magic map, whispering the words to unlock it. “I solemnly swear I am up ta’ no good,” Harry choked on his breath and Gil watched in awe as the map bloomed to life. ‘the marauders map’ it read, and it had every single detail of the building Harry stood in down to the smallest crack. “Amazing, bloody amazing,” Harry muttered, opening the map enough to where he could see him and Gil-you were across the hall in the corner-asleep most likely-and Mal and the others were in the dorm-all surrounding a table.
“Let’s go,” Harry whispered as Gil alerted him it was two minutes to midnight. With that-Harry and Gil left their room, speeding down the halls and stairs, the dorm building doors closing behind them just as the minutes ticked down to midnight.
Harry could just barely hear the click of metal as the suits of armor activated, but that didn’t matter anymore-they had a wand to steal. Harry was glad he had a strong memory, using the map of Auradon city in his head to guide him and Gil to the museum-the map in his hands changing ever so slightly as they traveled further away from the dorm building.
It took about half an hour to reach the museum-and they were both breathing heavily as they arrived, having not stopped their entire run. “How we looking?” Gil asked breathlessly, holding his hand to his chest as Harry opened the map-seeing him and Gil at the main entrance of the museum-he looked inside, seeing only one guard-just as you had said earlier-near the employee/security entrance.
“Wicked,” Harry said in response, leading Gil to the employee/security entrance and climbing up the side till he found an open window on the upper balcony. “How stupid are they?” Harry asked himself quietly, pushing open the window-which nearly hit him in the face due to it being one of those ones that rotated instead of sliding to open. “Careful!” Gil yelped quietly, a few feet below Harry. Harry just glared down at him and slipped inside, walking along the thankfully wide ledge-and Harry thanked the gods all the cameras were sitting below that ledge-unless he or Gil slipped-they were undetected.
He waved Gil inside, holding Gil’s arm as he shoved his body through the window-he was much bigger than Harry, and he nearly fell trying to find his feet.
Harry looked down-seeing the single security guard looking at several sets of cameras, and behind him-was Maleficent’s cursed spindle. “That’s-the spindle?” Harry chuckled silently, sharing a wide grin with Gil, who laughed quietly with him. “not so scary in real life,” Gil remarked, following Harry through the upper ledges.
Harry spotted a blur of purple, orange, red, and blue at the doors and he grinned-he had beaten them to the punch-he and Gil were already inside and making their way towards the wand. They just had to shut off the cameras first. No use in getting caught early.
Harry found the main office with the magic map and dropped down quietly, opening the unlocked door(again, how stupid was Auradon?) and pushing inside, Gil standing watch in the hall-out of sight from any cameras. “iiii don’t know what any of this means-“ Harry hissed, glaring at the multitude of screens and buttons before him-showing items and halls of things he didn’t care for.
He saw the one with the wand and licked his lips-raising his brow as he notices the cameras were using tape to record their footage. “too easy,” Harry grumbled, taking the tape out and reminding himself to put it back in when he got back-so it looked like a simple glitch instead of a heist.
Harry did the same to all the tapes that led the way to and from the wand, nodding to himself when half the screens were black. “Got it-lets go-“ and they were off, skipping steps and running up towards the fifth floor that held the wand, using the map and signs to find their way.
Harry let out a cough as he stopped to find his way and Gil slammed into his back “Gil-“ Harry hissed, having nearly dropped his hook and Map to the floor-the former of which-if he had dropped it-would’ve made a loud noise, alerting the guard. “Watch where yer….goin-“ Harry paused, following Gil’s gaze; locking with his father's eyes. Harry leaped back, his chest constricted and throat closing-no, no it was impossible-he couldn’t be here-his father-no- he was stuck on the isle.
But he was right here-Harry was going to feel that familiar sting of a hook on his back any moment now, the cruel voice of his father-the panic that came with his footsteps would surely rear its ugly head soon-
“Harry-Harry!” Gil took his shoulders and stood in front of him, blocking the devilish red eyes of captain hook. “it’s fake-it’s a statue, like the one at the school? It can’t hurt you, it’s fake.” Harry closed his eyes, counting to ten like Uma had taught him as he took deep breaths. “there you go-deep breaths man, deep breaths.”
Harry shook his head to get rid of the rest of those constricting feelings, turning away from the gallery of villains and continuing towards the wand. Behind him-he could hear the others making their way through the museum. Harry hoped luck was on his side and he would nab the wand before they could even glance at it.
Harry slid to a halt as he was about to take the direct path to the wand-cursing as he saw the camera still blinking red-the others he had turned off hadn’t. he had missed a camera. “that way” Harry whispered, pointing down another hall-an indirect way to the wand. Thank god for magic maps. Gil followed him into the dark hallway, taking several turns and a set of stairs to find the main wand room.
“Shit-“ Harry muttered, hitting the rails of the wand centerpiece at the same time as Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay did. They all glared at each other-Harry hiding away his map and pointing his hook at Mal, who was giving her best ‘back off’ glare. “I was ‘ere first ye toad. I get dibs.” Harry hissed, eyes widening as Jay ducked beneath the rails and started to reach for the wand.
“Jay-don’t-“ Harry yelped, clenching his jaw as Jay just grinned and continued reaching for the precious item that would free them all and prove them to their parents. “Jay-“ Mal yelped this time-realizing why Harry had been trying to stop Jay-the spotlight surrounding the wand was magical and if Jay touched it! “Jay-stop-no!”
Jay hit the barrier and was blown back, everyone clapping their hands over their ears as a head-piercing siren blared to life. “A force field and a siren!?” Carlos yelled out in agony, already beginning to turn back to run-the wand was too risky to get now. “That just a little excessive!” Jay croaked, yelping as Gil yanked him up and started to pull him out of the wand room-letting him go as Harry went the other way than Mal did-seeing the guard making his way directly to them on the map.
Mal noticed them and hissed-quickly following Harry and Gil-narrowly missing the guard who had been shocked awake thanks to the alarm. The six vks quickly ran through the halls and down the stairs, all leaving the same way Mal and the others had come in. Gil slid to a stop as he noticed Carlos at the security desk, bouncing on his heels as Carlos said something about a chip malfunction and turned off the alarm.
“Carlos!” Mal yelled from outside, the younger Vk rolling his eyes and jogging after her with Gil-Harry practically a half mile ahead as he bolted back to the dorms-only stopping so Gil could catch up. “Way to go Jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow!” Mal hissed, hitting Jay upside the head as he passed her.
He rolled his eyes-catching up to Harry and Gil and suddenly making it a race to get back to the dorms.
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Harry and Gil tumbled into their room from the window they had left open-being seen by no one. They breathed heavily as Jay and Carlos rushed back into their rooms through the hall-and Harry had a feeling at least one of the armors saw them.
Oh well-wasn’t his problem.
“let’s go to bed,” Gil said-already yawning. “we have a big day tomorrow, and it’s already been a long day.” Harry had to agree, groaning at the thought of going to school. Yuck.
Harry stripped out of the clothes he had been wearing all day, and now looking at his ratty vest that was once his older sisters-his jacket once his fathers-he felt much dirtier than he had before. Everyone in Auradon was spick and span-not a speck of dirt to be seen on anyone.
The only person he had seen not be perfect in posture and cleanliness, was you, Harry supposed he should be thankful for that-to have someone not be as much of a shell shock as every other kid was.
Harry sighed as he lay in bed, his eyes on the ceiling of his new room. he wondered what the wand heist would’ve been like if Uma had been there with them, it would’ve gone off swimmingly harry mentally bet himself, Uma would’ve gotten them in and out within a minute-wand secured and Auradon in ashes.
Harry never realized how much he relied on Uma until he was hundreds of miles away from her-across the ocean and unable to see her. He tossed his arm over his eyes, his golden bracelet pressing against his cheek as he felt a heavy pit in his throat.
He never realized you could get homesick for someone.
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I noticed you mentioned in another post that in Finland you celebrate a holiday called Kekri. I was wondering what kind of celebration that is (I’m American, I apologize😅).
Kekri is original Finnish New Year. This is what Taivaannaula organization, which tries to keep old traditions alive, tells about Kekri (translation by me):
Kekri (also known as köyri, köyry, keyri ja keuri) was the biggest celebration of the year. It names comes from Finn-Ugric word kekraj meaning a wheel or a cycle. Kekri was the last day of the harvest season and the first day of the new year. Field work has been completed bt Kekri and cattle had returned in their winter shelters from outdoors. It was time to enjoy the harvest, prepare the good luck and fertility for the nest year, and remember the passed loved ones and ancestors. Many Kekri traditions have moved to Christmas celebrations in modern day Finland.
Kekri was celebrated on 1st of November. Magic was strongly present in form of spells in Kekri. The spells were used to secure good harvest for next year, to protect cattle, sheep and horses. Main part of Kekri celebration was a sacrificial sheep because meat was available very rarely. The sheep was sacrificed at night for the many Guardians of Animals, and the sheep's bones were taken for example to sheep's shed for good luck. On Kekri, all animals were fed with the best possible food and the master of each household fed his own horses instead of servants.
Everyone aimed to finish their daily tasks as early as possible on Kekri day. The household needed to wake up really early to warm up the house which promised that the next year would be lively. The person who woke up the last was called "köyri". In the early morning women prepared flat bread, meat, fish, viili sour thick yogurt, milk and talkkuna (finely milled flour mixture). Later on the day a stew was made from potatoes, meat and sausage. During the day people took small taste sips from booze and beer made just for Kekri. All Kekri food was first taken to haltijas (haltija: a residing spirit of a certain place), to the sacred tree and to the sacred stone. Only after this were people allowed to eat.
During Kekri everyone should be offered food, no matter where they your own family, neighbors or strangers. In some areas, Kekri was a celebration meant only for the household and no outsiders were welcomed. However, being generous blessed the house with good luck. The food has to be eaten 9 times during the day and it had to be left on the table. To make sure the crops would grow well next year, the master of the house had to slowly get drunk during the day. However, the person who would sow the crops was not allowed to get drunk, otherwise the crops wouldn't grow next year because of the bad luck.
During Kekri, children dressed up in Köyrimörkö monsters and went from house to house. The scarier version of this was Köyripukki monsters, grown up men dressed up in animal hides turned upside down. They demanded food and booze from households. If they were denied their requests, the Köyripukki would start to break the house's oven. The peace was usually always found and the visitors would entertain the household with games and dances.
Ancestors were on the move in Kekri. Sauna with warm water, vasta birch branches, soap and towels was warmed and prepared for the spirits (including the spirits living in forests and houses). When the spirit had bathed, the people were allowed to bathe. As the people bathed, a table full of food was left for the spirits so that they could eat in peace while the people were in sauna.
Here are people from Taivaannaula organization enjoying this year's Kekri dinner, a bit early. There's an altar for ancestors with sacrifices for them, too.
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Part 1
pairing: Carmen Berzatto x female!reader (uses she/her pronouns, Y/N)
warnings: Use of alcohol, smoking (it's bad for you o.k), profanity (so many f#cks but none given), mentions of sex, smut eventually in future chapters, NSFW, minors DNI and so forth
summary: You go out to a bar to celebrate your new massage therapy job with your best friend, and meet some new ones. One is loud and obnoxious and the other is short and quiet but hot af. You'll never guess who is who!
A/N: This is set a few months after the end of S1. Carmy has been talking to his family and friends more, getting used to socialising again. His character is hopefully less monosyllabic, still a bit shy, but slightly loosens up after a few beers and is more hopeful about life in general. Also, he really needs to get laid.
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"You want another drink, Y/N?" asked your best friend Sara as you sat at the bar.
"God, yes- gimme something ridiculous this time, with fruit and a parasol and shit. Surprise me- I'll get the next ones, 'k?"
She was already waving to get the bartenders attention as you casually swivelled on your barstool and surveyed the room, taking in the black booths with faded red velvet seating dotted around the perimeter of the large, currently empty dancefloor.
This wasn't high class by any stretch, but the price was right.
In a booth near the bar, you noticed a couple of guys drinking beers.
One of them was taller, with dark hair and a 5- o'clock shadow.
It was his friend, sitting directly across from him that really caught your attention.
He had large expressive eyes, emphasised as he glanced up at his friend as he listened. His hair was tousled, made more wild each time he ran his fingers through it.
You watched as he fidgeted with his beer bottle, peeling off the label piece by piece in between sips.
He was wearing jeans and a slightly crumpled white shirt, sleeves rolled up. His arms were painted with tattoos, too difficult to make out from where you were sitting. You observed the taller guy gesticulating wildly, slapping the table every now and then- maybe to make a point?- and talking so loudly you could actually make out what they were saying over the hum of the bar.
"...I'm just sayin', why not cuz? Meatballs and spaghetti, meatball subs- 'balls are great with everything! I think it would taste fuckin' good if you combined them, ya know. Like, cut up lil' bits of bread and mix it in so you get a meat ball sub and spaghetti at the same time."
The guy he was talking to had a small smile on his lips. "Ya mean croutons, Rich?"
"No, not fuckin' croutons! I mean the bread pieces... mixed in...ah, what the fuck would you know anyway, Carm? Probably rather serve caviar or rich people shit than real food..."
The guy call Rich folded his arms and leaned back, apparently annoyed.
His friend raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.
"You try it, Rich. Lemme know how it turns out. My round, yeah?" he said as he stood up, sidling out of the booth.
He took one last sip from his bottle and glanced over to the bar, meeting your gaze.
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Sara tapped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to reality.
"Voilà! Look at this! I even got them to add a crazy straw- they didn't have any sparklers, sorry babe, " she said with a joking apologetic tone.
"I'll survive somehow, thanks honey."
You took a sip and were immediately hit with so much sugar and alcohol it almost knocked you off your bar stool.
"Sara, what the hell is in this?!" you said between coughing and laughing.
"The bartender said it was a magic potion. I figure he must be right, it's his livelihood after all."
"It tastes good! It's just... intense. Thank you, for real. We gotta celebrate, huh?"
"What are you celebrating?" said a quiet, warm voice to your right.
"Oh my god.. hi.. I mean, yeah, we are celebrating, for sure..."
You rambled as the guy you had been unintentionally staring at across the room was suddenly right there, casually leaning his muscular arms against the bar as he glanced shyly at you.
"-Hi, this is Y/N, I'm Sara! She meant to say that we're celebrating her new job. This girl here is officially a massage therapist, starting Monday!"
You blushed at both your friends' pride in your achievements and how you had felt completely tongue tied at the handsome strangers question. What was the matter with you?
You were usually confident when talking to new people, even if you would consider yourself a bit of an introvert deep down. Wasn't alcohol this strong supposed to give you liquid courage?!
"Fuck, a massage chick? You give happy endings, sweetheart?"
Rich was suddenly right in between you and Carm (what kind of name was Carm anyhow?), elbowing his way in and leaning one arm against the bar, totally blocking Carm with his back and looking at you and Sara with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Great, this guy must think he is a real comedian, you thought. As if you hadn't dealt with jokes about hand jobs, 'happy endings', and God knows what else for the last three years as you studied to get your degree. You were used to people assuming it was a front for sex work. What they didn't know was that you didn't care- sex work was real work too, it just didn't happen to be your line of business.
Before you had a chance to respond, Carm rolled his eyes heavenward and hissed at him-
"Fucks sake Rich, don't be such a fuckin' creep!"
"I was just sayin', you know.." Rich was still smiling but looked slightly less certain of his comedy act.
''It's ok,' you interjected- ' l get that a lot. People make assumptions, I'm used to it. I start work for the Cubs Monday as their in-house sports massage therapist. I'm pretty sure handys weren't detailed in my contract, but you know, I can always check it again", you said with a bright smile and a wink, surprising both Rich and Carm.
Carm, wide-eyed and blushing slightly at your candour, had a small smile as he took a drink of his new beer, passing one to Rich.
"Fuck cuz, this one can bite back! I like it!" said Rich, grinning and elbowing him.
"And so can I, asshole- so back off the lame-ass jokes if you know what's good for you!"
Sara piped up beside you, narrowing her eyes at Rich and stepping closer to him, sizing him up.
She had always been a fierce defender of you no matter what. You loved her, but it could be a bit much sometimes- especially when you felt like you could manage shit yourself.
Rich put both hands up in apology.
"Whoa whoa whoa ladies, take it easy. Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot, ya know. Start over? I'm Richie, and this is my cousin, Carmy," Rich finally turned slightly to allow an eye line between you and Carmy.
You felt electricity down your spine as you locked eyes with him again for the briefest moment. Close up you could see his eyes were a clear azure blue, his wild wavy hair laced with gold. Would it be weird to run your fingers through it right now? Yeah, probably.
Carmy cleared his throat.
"You wanna join us over there? Promise I'll try and keep this fucko under control."
"Fuck you, Carmy."
"Thanks, cuz."
You and Sara looked at each other.
You desperately wanted to talk more to Carmy, and you tried to convey your approval to her through a meaningful look. Thankfully, your years of silent communication worked this time.
"Sure thing," she said. "Y/N, you good?"
"Cool" you said with a smile, as nonchalantly as you could.
You looked at Carmy again.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. His arms, his profile- he had an aqualine nose, which reminded you of a Roman statue-, those eyes- it suddenly dawned on you that while you hadn't gone out tonight to hook up, you would be absolutely fine with it if it involved him.
You bit your lip and stared at your drink for a moment, trying to gather your composure, and trying to mentally erase the myriad dirty thoughts that had sprung up there.
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You were sitting between Richie and Sara, with Carmy by Sara on the edge of the booth. You hadn't been quick enough to ensure you were sitting right by him, damn it, and Rich had made a big deal about standing up and making room for you to scooch in.
Probably took too long trying to regain your composure at the bar....
"So what do you do, Carmy? Also, that is an um, unique name?"
Keep your cool, Y/N. Ask normal questions. Don't ask him if he wants to fuck you in bathroom. Not yet, anyway.
"It's short for Carmen," he replied.
"Carmen. That's cool, and you are a...?"
"He make sandwiches and fucks shit up most of the time," interjected Rich, trying to pull focus back on himself.
"Pretty big words coming from you, with your chivalrous introduction to us, buddy" retorted Sara.
"I'm chivalrous as fuck, honey. I pull out chairs and open doors and shit for chicks, ain't that right Carm?"
"Oh yeah, all the time." Carmy looked amused by the idea.
Shut up Rich, you thought, just give me a chance to actually talk to this guy. You tried again.
"So, where do you make these sandwiches?"
"It's called- well, it's gonna be called 'The Bear'...it was my brothers place."
You didn't miss the 'was' in that sentence. And definitely didn't want to pry into why Carmy's brother was no longer around to run it.
He had a soft, forlorn expression, his eyes darting up at the ceiling as he had another sip of beer. This guy seems kinda sad, you thought. And kinda fidgety, as he once again started peeling the label off his bottle. Sara and Richie started talking about the sandwiches at the restaurant, and you half listened as you sipped at your drink, becoming increasingly mesmerised by Carmy's hands. You noticed small scars on them as you watched him, his elegant fingers moving precisely to strip the label.
"You ever heard what they say about people who peel the labels off bottles? Apparently, it's a sign they really need to get laid, get out all that tension," said Sara with a smile and a wink to you.
"Car-my! It might finally happen for you, little cuz!"
Richie grinned and slapped the table. Looking at Carmy, you couldn't imagine he was a virgin, but he did seem to be filled with pent up energy- what from you had no idea. Sara added-
"You know, massage is pretty good for relieving stress, right Y/N?"
"It's true, I can't deny it," you said, smiling as you glanced at Carmy. He was blushing slightly but was looking at you with a sparkle of curiosity, maybe something more.
"You know, uh, I like for real could probably use some. My neck feels really tight, hopefully I haven't fucked it or something- I think I lifted a delivery weird a few days ago and it's legit been kinda sore." Carmy rubbed the back of his neck and winced slightly.
"You haven't been to a doctor?"
"Nah, hoping it'll get better on it's own."
"Well, I would be happy to offer my services. At a price, though- nothing comes for free, y'know."
Carmy smiled at you, his eyes alight.
"Yeah? What's the damage gonna be?"
"I wanna try one of your sandwiches for a start, they sound fucking delicious."
"For a start?" a small smile played on his lips again as he took another sip of beer.
"I have a couple other ideas," you murmured, almost to yourself.
"I need a fuckin smoke, cuz- you ladies wanna join us?" Rich cut into your thoughts.
"I'm reformed, but thanks," you replied.
"I'll get the next round when we get back, ok?" said Carmy, glancing at you again.
'Sure," you smiled at him. He excused himself, Rich following him, talking loudly about the best one night stand he had ever had.
"The tits on her, Carm! Fuckin' melons...."
They didn't take their jackets at least, so thankfully Carmy wasn't so embarrassed by both Sara and Richies making fun that he decided to go home early.
As the front door closed behind them, Sara leaned in.
"Verdict Y/N? The tall one is so fucking cocky, and the short one is pretty quiet."
"And fucking gorgeous. Swap seats with me. I need proximity. Have you *seen* his eyes?!"
"I've seen you burning a hole in him with yours." she said, as you edged over her to switch places.
"Fuck off. Oh god, am I that obvious?!"
Sara chuckled.
"You're fine, Y/N. He was looking over at us when we were at the bar."
"Really?!"
"Well, either us or the bartender."
"I'll take those odds. I think Richies into you, he keeps looking at you."
"I noticed. He has a smart mouth, but he is sort of funny - we can't tell him that, though, or he'll never shut up."
"They're coming back - do I look OK?" You suddenly felt that spark again as you saw Carmy walk back over, adjusting your dress.
"You're hot, Y/N" she responded.
"Thanks, babe."
Carmy reached the booth and leaned on the table, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth as he observed you had swapped seats with Sara.
'What's your poison?' he said, looking directly at you. You rubbed your thighs together under the table - just a look from this guy sent fire to your core.
"Surprise us," you said with a grin.
"Yeah?" he smiled and drummed his fingers on the table- "You got it."
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