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otomegema · 3 years

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title: Convergence Theory, ch. 2 pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader summary: You are a lesser family member of the Gojo clan, so far removed you don’t even carry the name, but you carry the Limitless ability and thus the potential to be a bride to the future head of the clan— a fact you patently reject at fifteen. Twelve years later you are a second grade sorcerer struggling to obtain first grade status when the object of your deepest objections offers you a deal. rating: mature tropes: fake dating/engagement, rivals to lovers, slow romance Link: Archive of Our Own

It had been a logical move to allow Gojo to take down your number, entering it into his contacts with an obscene amount of heart and wishing star emojis by the brief glance you caught over his shoulder. It looked like he was already banking on your acceptance of the deal, but when you parted, your to-go sushi in a small plastic bag, you hadn’t expected to hear from him until tomorrow evening at the latest.

Or maybe even never.

But now, back in the hotel you were being comped for while in Tokyo, you wished silently that you’d never given that man your cell phone number.

Honey

Baby

Future-pretend-love-of-my-life

Have you made a decision?

He wasn’t human. It was barely 6am, did he wake up this early for lessons every day? You groaned, nearly swatting the phone off the nightstand in the dark.

You shot back a fast reply.

-oh I’m sorry

-I’m still recovering from getting electrocuted the other day

-Some asshat led a curse to me

You rolled over, managing to get at least another decent half hour of sleep in before the phone chimed again, lighting up the darkened hotel room.

\(★ω★)/

YOUR asshat

Should you choose to accept this mission

You threw off your covers, forcing yourself up to sit against the stack of pillows behind you as you tapped out a reply.

-My pretend asshat

-Mother will be so proud

The dots of his reply began immediately.

So is that a yes?

You sighed, rolling your eyes to yourself.

-Day isn’t over -Hasn’t even started tyvm

The dots began. Stopped. Began and stopped again, this time not reappearing. You tossed your phone onto the bed and teetered up and over to the coffee maker. The pot was finishing brewing by the time your phone chimed again.

You’re so slow.

The addition of punctuation and the sudden lack of emoji seemed almost like a warning flare that Gojo’s patience was waning. But you hardly knew the man and really, what did you care? A favor for a favor was what he offered. You didn’t owe him anything.

I have other options too.

His text continued and for a moment you frowned, wondering if his intention was to have that sound like a threat. You felt heat rising in your throat— he didn’t want to play that game.

So no pressure. Genuinely.

Oh. Good. That was better. You felt the tension uncoil as fast as it had grown.

Tho I AM your only hope for advancement <3

You could have thrown the phone right through the wall. Your thumbs worked rapidly, shooting out your reply in no time.

-Ah yes, your finest quality

A quick appearance of dots.

My special grade ranking? (･ω<)☆

You smirked.

-Humility

You’re no fun.

Text me when you are done being boring.

This was probably the most you had ever spoken to Gojo, despite having seen him on and off from a distance for the better half of your life. He was hard to miss. Every event at the main house would have him and his immediate family at the forefront. No one ever stopped talking about Gojo Satoru and his accomplishments and his strength and his skill as a sorcerer.

It was nauseating, having to pretend to nod and smile like it was all some great blessing just to orbit near him. It was bad enough he read like a sun to your abilities, as if he needed to be made to think he was anymore of the center of the universe.

Your palm itched. The desire to tap back a response now, a firm denial, very strong. But not stronger than your excitement at the possibility of being a first grade sorcerer. It was everything you had wanted. Prestige, recognition, tougher missions and the pay and rewards that came with them.

You were no weakling. Sure the telemetry technique took you out of commission, but it was hardly your greatest feat. You had finally been able to manifest the cursed technique lapse, blue. Granted, it was a one off and exhausted you so fully afterwards that you nearly fainted on the spot… but your tolerance was getting better. The precision of your manipulation of your cursed energy would never be on par with Gojo, but you could, some day, maybe even manage to shoot the technique off twice.

Reversal Red was next to impossible. And Hollow Technique? Truly impossible. The Six Eyes was needed to even attempt it. Most of your practice had been devoted to perfecting your long distance teleportation skills, fine tuning your telemetry technique and working on establishing your domain. That one was easier. The Unlimited Void crushed your opponent beneath an overload of sensory information, information you could easily channel and tap into with your own unique skills as a Limitless user.

But like all things, you were only second best. And barely. It was a joke. Comparing yourself to Gojo. He was on a level you could never achieve— unless.

You grabbed your phone, hastily dialing the new number and wincing at the loud, cheerful greeting from the other line.

“Good morning, moon of my soul, tenderest heart, darling—!“

“I haven’t even said yes yet, you monster.”

“Ah! A name of my very own? Be still my trembling heart!”

“I wish to make an amendment to the agreement.”

There was a lengthy pause. You could practically hear the slow spread of that sly smile. Content as the cat who caught the canary.

He knew he was about to win.

“Let’s hear it.”

“If you are putting my name forward for first grade, that means you have someone else in mind to be the second backer and someone in mind for me to shadow on missions and train with, yeah?

“I do.” Gojo said, his tone surprisingly serious.

“Have them put my name forward instead. I want to shadow you.”

Gojo laughed, a short mirthless thing, “What makes you think I have the time?”

“You have enough time to play pretend, I’d think any fiancé would leap at the chance to be with his lovely wife-to-be and keep her safe.”

Gojo hummed.

“Why me?”

This was an oddly familiar conversation.

“Purely selfish reasons. You are the best Limitless user. I am a Limitless user. I want you to teach me.”

“You aren’t on my level.” He said, no malice in his words, just simple facts.

“Then teach me what I can handle.”

There was another pause.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re my girl.”

The bare utterance of the endearment sent a shiver up your arms and not an entirely pleasant one either. His girl. God, how would you even begin to explain this fake engagement to your parents? Who knew the depth of your jealousy and bitterness over Gojo since you were— what? Five? Younger?

“Since I am just your ‘pretend’ girl, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Your funeral, babe.” Gojo said, “But I’m glad we resolved this early! Because we are having dinner. Reservations are made, I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something pretty!”

Your words caught in your throat, stuttering across your tongue and unable to force out before the line cut off and he was gone.

You pressed the edge of your phone to your temple, already feeling a headache coming on. Something pretty? Shit.

-Something pretty? -Too vague. I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear.

A dress! Something for the evening. A Line.

V Neck def

Show off what puberty gave ya (＾〃＾)

Chiffon with ruffle lace

And grey-blue

-Why?

To match my eyes <3

-Where in the world do you expect me to find that specific dress in the next few hours

Downstairs with hotel staff I had it dropped off <3 <3 <3

-That’s creepy

(つω`｡) </3 </3

-Enough with the hearts -How much? I’ll pay you back

It is a gift <3

-How’d you even know my size

A gentleman never reveals his secrets

┐(‘～` )┌

You sighed and set aside your phone to call down to the front desk. Sure enough, a few minutes later someone brought up a large white box, tied with a grey-blue ribbon. You set the package on the small counter in your room’s kitchen and opened the lid, brushing aside soft tissue paper.

The dress was ridiculously soft, made of fine, nearly translucent layers of chiffon. It was a lovely color, the sight making you suddenly think of the feeling in the air before a thunderstorm, the smell of rain. The ribbon matched.

You looked for a price tag and found none, but folded away at the bottom of the box was a hand written receipt. You paled at the figure displayed on it.

-Gojo, I can’t possibly accept this.

Don’t be stupid. No one would believe I was serious about a woman unless I was positively spoiling her rotten. s’not like it broke the bank!

-Forget the first-grade rec

-Pay my bills

Too late! Negotiations are closed :)

-So what the hell am I doing at this dinner?

Eating Duh and being seen with yours truly easy peasy right?

You sipped your coffee, keeping the mug well away from the dress. It was certainly nicer than anything you had ever owned in— well. Ever. It was hard to argue that there were clearly going to be some additional perks to this arrangement you hadn’t previously thought of.

Plus we gotta go over some ground rules

-Thought you said negotiations were closed

-This mean we can revisit my bills?

g2g

Students need me!

Ttyl babe

The ease in which that man showered you so soon with endearments was nauseating. Had he ever even had a girlfriend before? Or just those usual moon-eyed women who fawned and petted him?

And now everyone was gonna think you were one of those girls. You drank your coffee faster, relishing in the way it burned down your throat and overpowered the bad taste in your mouth.

“First-grade… first-grade. Remember the first-grade.”

And training. You’d squeeze every possible benefit from this arrangement out that you could. Sorcerers worked in teams, but at the end of the day, it was every man and woman for themselves.

Let them think what they want when you were seen tonight. You would come out on top.

***

The day passed quickly and you found yourself standing in front of the hotel mirror, twisting back and forth to get a feel for the movement of the dress— and half practicing staying upright in the heels that had arrived not even a moment later.

They were high enough to be appealing, but low enough to keep you from falling over on your face. Gojo had texted an explanation that he figured you were out of practice in wearing anything other than sneakers and combat boots and to consider them training wheels.

You’d wanted, once again, to punch him in the face.

The kind of girl he liked was a stilettos kinda girl, you guessed, huffing to yourself as you sat down and twirled one of your ankles, stretching the muscle. Even the low heels were not entirely comfortable, but you’d manage.

Checking your makeup one last time, you picked up your own worn purse and slung it over your shoulder. Women who wore these kind of dresses and came in on the arm’s of other men and women like Gojo never had anything more than the smallest clutch— but you weren’t those women.

You made your way down to the lobby and were surprised to find a chauffeur waiting outside with a very very sleek European car of some kind. You weren’t great about those kinds of things, only noting the seats were made with soft black leather and there was even a divider built in like in a limo to give the passengers privacy.

The chauffeur ushered you into the empty car and you sat back with a sigh as silently he delivered you to the next destination. You had, in some small place, hoped Gojo would already be present.

Why he felt the need for such spectacle was beyond you, but maybe this was what was expected of a clan family son when he courted a young woman. It felt— weird. Nice, but weird. The drive was not overly long, the car coming to stop.

You knew this restaurant. Some fancy French-Japanese fusion place that charged a hundred dollars for a single plate with a broiled pear covered in wasabi or some weird shit. Already you felt your stomach churning with anxiety and encroaching regret.

This was gonna suck.

This was gonna suck so bad.

The chauffeur opened the door and you barely managed not to wobble on the pavement. Feeling stilted and exposed as other guests and couples regarded you with open curiosity and veiled judgment.

Clearly they were used to seeing the same people come and go from this restaurant and you were not one of them.

You clutched your bag tighter to your arm, hand reaching inside instinctively to find your phone and text Gojo you were out. This was over. Find someone else— when your surname was shouted from the door.

All eyes turned as if in sync to Gojo, wearing simple trousers and a white shirt tucked in. He didn’t even have a tie or a jacket, his dark glasses obscuring his eyes even as he looked right at you.

A few people tsked their disapproval, but they may as well have been ghosts for all the attention Gojo paid them. When you didn’t immediately make your way over to him, Gojo shoved his hands into his pockets and strode over to meet you.

He grinned, the lowering of his chin and the slow rise back up an obvious indicator he was sizing you up and didn’t care if you knew.

He whistled.

“Ow, ow!”

“Shut it— you know this dress could cover my rent for half a year?! And these shoes! I could buy a used car with this ensemble.”

“You even drive?”

“Not the point.”

He laughed again, loud and careless.

“Figured since you were dawdling you might need an arm to lean on.” Gojo said, offering your his elbow without removing his hands from his pockets, “Or perhaps…”

He feigned a gasp, “Are you feeling shy?”

“I’m leaving.” you deadpanned, managing half a turn before his hand was on your waist, turning you back. He took your hand, the feeling of his palm on your side still burned into your skin as he hooked your arm in his own.

You allowed it, leaning on him only a little. He looked pleased, smugly so, as he led you inside and to a table that was already set for two.

There was a wine glass sitting by your own plate. The one by Gojo’s was turned upside down and set to the side… a can of soda sitting, bright and out of place, in its spot.

“… where did you even get that.”

“Vending machine.” Gojo said simply and even kicked your chair out a little for you to take a seat. How flattering.

“Wine is for you, if you want it. Figured it might help take the edge off.”

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to wait for the server to return and simply tipping the bottle of red into your own glass.

“What about you?”

“I don’t drink.” He said, cracking the tab on his soda with a loud pop. Several eyes filtered your way, whispers behind hands and napkins as Gojo all but drained the can in one gulp.

“So— ground rules?” you said, unfolding a cloth napkin and settling it in a half folded triangle across your lap the way you saw other women doing.

“Straight in, huh? Alright. Terms.” Gojo lifted one finger, “As already discussed, you and I will be ‘courting’— dating. Whatever the fuck. I’ll take care of arranging the dates, you show up, act sufficiently smitten and in about a year give or take, we break up.”

Gojo lifted a second finger, “Two. In exchange, I have two first grade sorcerers who will back your promotion. And, as requested—“ Gojo’s voice dropped a fraction, almost grumpily, “—you’ll come with me on my missions for your first semi-grade probation.”

“Now ground rules. At any point either of us wants out, it’s done. No questions asked. But don’t think that means you get to ditch and just keep that first grade appointment. I’ll make sure you end up right back at a grade two.”

You sipped your wine, giving your mouth something to do than form some very choice words at that moment. Gojo noticed, his smile almost a snarl, but the expression quickly vanished. You had a funny feeling trying to hoodwink or swindle him would end very poorly for anyone.

“And when you develop feelings for me—“

“If.” You amended quickly, but Gojo ignored you.

“—when you develop feelings for me. You have to tell me and again, the engagement is over. You can keep your rank. No harm no foul. I can hardly blame you for falling for me.” Gojo said with a wistful sigh. You were grateful for the arrival of the first course, forcing you both to fall silent for a moment until they departed.

You had no idea what was on the plate. Some kind of salad? It was hardly a mouthful. Gojo didn’t even touch his silverware and feeling less than impressed with the cuisine, you didn’t either.

You drank your wine.

“Barring sickness or injury you are required to appear for every date I set. Including the ones where you have to meet other members of the main family.”

You frowned, but didn’t object.

“Wait— what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Is the engagement off when you develop feelings for me?” You said lightly, trying to play off your smile as wistful.

Gojo scoffed, his reaction almost enough to hurt your feelings… just a little bit.

“Non-issue. I don’t do feelings.”

“God, you sound like a fuck boy.” The words came out before you could stop yourself, the last syllable off your tongue right at the moment the server had returned to reclaim your plates. An eyebrow was raised and you hid your face down with a flustered cough.

By the time you looked back up, you got the joy of seeing Gojo staring at you from over his glasses, a broad and deeply amused grin on his face.

“Not non-issue. If I get the feelings rule you get the feelings rule. End discussion.”

Gojo shrugged, again not touching the newest course which was, to your extreme annoyance, some kind of grilled pear.

“You should slow down.” He warned in a sing song voice as you poured another glass.

“I’m not a baby— okay. So we got terms, we got ground rules. Anything else?”

“You can’t refuse my gifts.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply and he simply smiled and hummed with a shrug.

“It’s for appearances! Oh. Speaking of appearances—“ Gojo sat up, fishing something from his back pocket and sitting it on the table. You stared at the simple black box, fearing a vein might burst in your forehead at any moment.

“What is that.” You stated more than asked.

“Open it.” Gojo said, his voice light and encouraging as he nudged the box closer, “Come on, open it. Open it. You know you wanna, sweetie, light of my life, fire of my lo—“

You snatched the box up if only to stop him from finishing that sentence.

You swallowed hard, the sounds of the room fading out as you flipped open the box and found, sitting upon a small satin pillow— a… key?

You lifted it from the box, noting it even had a little custom keychain made to look like a white cat with a tiny blindfold.

“It’s to my apartment!” Gojo announced with a giddy laugh, clasping his hands together in a way that was entirely un-adult like.

“… I have my own place. Thank you.”

“In Kyoto. This is here, in Tokyo. Where you will need to stay for this all to work, remember?”

“Where will you stay?” You asked dryly, vaguely hoping his answer would be something other than what it was no doubt going to be.

“Very funny. You’ll have your own room—if you want it.”

“Why—“ your voice nearly broke and you had to take a moment to clear it, “Why uh— why wouldn’t I be wanting my own room?”

“Feelings are off limits, naturally. But if you want to take me up again on that offer from back in the day…”

The surge of cursed energy that rippled off of you was so strong Gojo nearly toppled backwards, his laugh gaining a somewhat nervous lift to it if only for just a moment.

“I’ll have my own room. My own locked room.” You bit out, feeling your face flushing hot and hating every second Gojo seemed to be enjoying your utter mortification, “Unless that is a problem.”

“Nope. Not at all. Probably for the best ultimately, I’ve been told I have a bad habit of dickmatizing folks.”

“… I’m sorry, you what.”

“Dickmatizing! Ya know. Like hypnotizing but with—“

“I got it!” You groaned, pressing your face into your hand. When did it get so damn hot in here? You snatched up your wine glass and finished off the contents, feeling even hotter.

“Is that all?”

“Unless anything comes to your mind, then yep.” Gojo finished, ignoring yet another course. You were almost tempted. The dish was some kind of meat, but the sauce drenched over it smelt sharply of something bitter and sour at the same time. You stomach recoiled at the thought and yet rumbled in protest to its growing hunger.

“So what do you think?”

“You’re disgusting?” you said flatly.

“I meant about the deal.”

You glowered openly at him. It was going to take a lot of practice to turn that deprecating expression you felt naturally pull unto your face at his sight into something loving and tender… but for first-grade ranking? For lessons on your Limitless? Fuck. Fuck you’d do it.

You poured the remainder of the bottle into your glass and polished it off in one shot.

“I accept.”

Gojo clapped his hands together, “Excellent! Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Huh?” You barely managed to get the questioning sound out before Gojo was up and out of his chair. You scrambled up, head rushing with the wine and the weirdness of this entire conversation. By the time you managed to catch up with him, he snaked out his arm and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you flush and warm against his side.

You about threw him across the room, but your attempts at a grapple were thwarted by the sudden thrumming of the familiar Neutral Limitless ability, stalling your moments to such a small speed you felt suddenly frozen.

The impulse to toss him passed and instead you let him escort you outside where the car was still waiting.

“Take us to the place, ya know the one.” Gojo said to the driver and in a surprising show of gallantry, actually held the door open for you to get in first.

“And open the back window. If she throws up, I’d rather it be on the pavement.”

You elbowed him in the chest— accidentally of course.

***

The car drive was a bit longer, taking you away from the glitz and glamor of this side of Tokyo and to what looked arguably as one of the most hole-in-the-wall noodle joints you had ever seen. The street kitchen was small, the counter open outside with a few bar stools. The smells of teriyaki and spices and cooking oils were heavy in the air and made your mouth water.

Gojo perched on one of the stools and you came to sit alongside him, watching as he ripped open a set of chopsticks and rubbed the splinters off.

He ordered quickly—yakisoba and yakitori. Along with several packages of mochi they kept behind the counter in the same kinda plastic bags you’d find at a convenience store.

Gojo had been right— you should have slowed down. The world had a light haze to it… a slight tilting. His hand on your back felt massive and overly warm as he guided you back to sitting straight.

“Eat, ya lush.” He ordered, piling noodles and chicken unto a smaller empty plate for you from his own, “C’mon.”

Gojo popped one of the mochi bags and dumped the sticky sweet confection right on top of your yakisoba. You grimaced, picking the sweet off and trying to wipe some of the sauce from it before you took a generous bite.

The food was greasy and delicious and abundant and cheap and your mouth was in heaven. Even having not used your Limitless since yesterday, every taste still felt heightened. Maybe it was the way your cursed powers tried to compensate from the wine, but everything somehow was more delicious.

You attempted to snag another piece of yakitori from Gojo’s plate, only to have your chopsticks blocked with a clack.

“Ah ah ah— hands off.”

“What’s yours is mine, right?” You chided, only to be dodged again in a movement faster than your eyes could perceive. Did he just use his Limitless to counter you? Feeling emboldened, you activated your own, the faint pulse of the energy so close together giving you the sort of deflecting feeling one experiences when holding two sides of the same magnet near together.

Repelling, shifting. Trying to shove the energy into a way that the two forces would collide rather than deflect.

You were concentrating fully. The minuscule movements invisible to even your eyes, but the feeling was there. A sort of blindsight where you didn’t need the Six Eyes to tell you what was happening— but it would have definitely helped. You flicked a glance up and lost your control, your chopsticks shooting away and nearly cracking one in two.

Gojo chuckled. It was the expression on his face that had distracted you. His eyelids were half dropped, his smile soft as he readied himself to deflect you again. Your energy was no match for his… but it matched. It was made of the same stuff. Controlled the same way. He could see, with the sharp clarity of his Six Eyes, every tiny precise movement you made with your cursed energy. A mirror of his own abilities in miniature.

He was playing with you. And all the sudden you felt as if a small knot in your chest had shaken free, the coil coming undone.

Was there anyone else on this Earth you could do such a thing with?

Feeling strange and suddenly shy, you drew your energy back in and refocused on eating from your own plate, grumbling at your loss.

A second later, Gojo’s chopsticks moved over your plate, dropping another helping of noodles in.

A small concession. A victory in it's own right, even if it had not won the yakitori.

“Sober up, will ya? But don’t eat too fast. I’m not cleaning up vomit, no way, no how.”

“You’re always so vulgar.” you murmured, speaking around a mouthful of noodles and mochi. Gojo turned and stuck his tongue out at you. A confirmation or a reprisal, you couldn’t be sure.

But regardless, it did something to you he had never managed to do before.

It made you laugh.

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dio-theshitpost-brando · 4 years

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This will be a massive list that’s basically, in order: DNI/DNF, About, Rules, Main AU description, Muse List.

Sorry it’s so long. I’ll be editing the pages again, but it is kind of important to have a pinned post since pages aren’t viewable on mobile.

(I will likely edit things off and on and I may make temporary posts referencing to here when I do that; particularly with the muse list. Aka, working on adding George even tho he’s baby...)

Do NOT interact/follow me if you:

Fit the general criteria (Anti-LGBT+ (including excluding any part of the community), Racist, Sexist, Etc. If your shit can be seen as hate speech Don’t Follow.)

If your blog is mostly NSFW/Kink. If I can skim your blog and not know, I don’t really care.

If you mostly rb discourse/drama. Like the above. Doesn’t matter if I can’t immediately tell, but once it’s a majority of your blog content it makes me anxious.

If you ship incest (J0/na/D10 ESPECIALLY COUNTS WITH THIS), because that shit is a huge trigger. Yes. Legitimate trigger. Don’t argue this with me.

If you ship underaged and adult characters, too. Please don’t. There’s people out there who like these things or don’t care, follow them instead, not me.

About:

First off, this is kind of a mashup shitpost/ask/roleplay blog, though... I do usually tend to roleplay with very specific people (and my format is weird, but has an on blog reason to be), and tend to still use images in those. I’d rather not have a bunch of blogs so I kind of push it all into a couple, so feel free to come at me with anything! I try to be as inclusive as I can be. Though there are a few rules that weren’t covered in DNI.

Also, all blog “canon” overlaps with my Jotaro blog! (jotaro-hoards-belts) They both stem from the same AUs.

Rules:

Obviously, no asks about ships that would be included in the above list.

While heavier content asks aren’t forbidden, I’d say to handle them with care. (Please consider the muse in question when considering how to bring up trauma. Aka I’d rather a “good” Dio not be taunted with his mother’s death; I’ve some headcanons that make that especially bad.)

Know that any triggering content in my stuff will be tagged and even if it’s of a certain variety I will not romanticize it. But I have some heavy headcanons and AU developments.

While muses can have a bit more freedom in reacting to muses on assumption, I’d rather muns and anons be openminded. For example, muses can be shitty about traumatic experiences, muns and anons cannot do that; however, anything that would relate to muses’ gender/orientation/race, I’d rather not deal with from muses OR muns.

AU Explanation:

With the rules out of the way, time to explain the AU situation. First thing’s first, is that actually all of this is kind of a multiverse situation. Think like Spiderverse or something like that, yeah.

I ALWAYS tag my AUs, now. I don’t have a list of which tags are for which AUs, but just clicking them and skimming them SHOULD clear some things up; if that doesn’t help just ask! I’m aware I do kind of a lot and it’s not always chronological, so I’m always A-Okay explaining things!

Fateswap:

Fateswap is basically a Jonathan-Dio roleswap. Though, slap it with a heavy dose of butterfly effect and it basically means “oops everything’s different!” Granted, there are kind of 2 timelines, but I use completely different tags for those muses, so it should be easy to tell which is which. The one I usually use is also referred to as “Fateswap-B”, and it’s essentially the “main” timeline, now.

The general gist of the AU is Vampire Jonathan and Hamon User Dio. There’s other changes too, since I refer to it as “Fate” swap, not “Role” swap. Dio has George in the AU, for instance. There’s lots of changes, but instead of making this longer, I will just say that there’s always sending asks to muses. (Or to me, but it’s a character ask blog for a reason, yeah?)

This blog will stay more focused on Part 1 of the AU, outside of events. If you’d like to ask about other parts, my ‘Jotaro’ blog is at part 6 in the AU!

Muse List:

Name: Dio Joestar Display name: Ham!Dio Age/DOB: 25 // April 20 Height: ~5'10"/178cm AU: Fateswap-B ;; fateswapSCRATCH.exe AU Overview: Dio turns Jonathan into a vampire, learns hamon, then- wait. Oops Time traveled, learned life (more like death) spoilers and decided to apologize instead of go for the kill. Extra info: By the power of unexpected time travel and universe hopping he was set on a path that basically can be summed up as “Fateswap but mostly everyone lives.” Has since bettered himself and, to split all associations with a certain man, has just taken his adoptive family’s last name. He avoids fighting as best as he can. He lives with Erina who helps him take care of his son, George. He also has been adopted by or adopted various JoJos. Give him the chance and he’ll adopt more. Also, did I mention? Dude fucking hates moose.

Name: Erina Pendleton Display name: FS!Erina Age/DOB: 23 // March 18 Height: ~5'10"/178cm AU: Fateswap-B ;; fateswapSCRATCH.exe AU Overview: [See Dio’s entry.] Extra info: Lives with Dio to help raise George; only slightly regrets it. With her around you can’t roast Dio in any way that matters, she’s got it covered. She takes no shit and is always prepared to fight, and isn’t scared of much; regularly tussles a hungry vampire. Loves moose only because Dio hates them. Despite that, and other ways in which she harasses Dio she’d consider him her best friend at this point. If you care for your life don’t imply they are anything more in front of her. She helps Vampjo hunt for food; or rather, does it for him. Definitely considers Jonathan to be another dear friend, and truthfully nothing more.

Name: Jonathan Joestar Display name: Vampjo Age/DOB: 24 // April 4 Height: ~6'5"/195cm AU: Fateswap-B ;; fateswapSCRATCH.exe AU Overview: [See Dio’s entry.] Extra Info: Despite needing to eat people to survive, he’s quite hesitant to kill. With Erina’s help he eats anyway, to stop from attacking innocent people, or the few people he cares about. He definitely has a lot bottled up, though doesn’t like to speak much until he warms up. He also tends to try to stay to himself, though is slowly becoming more comfortable around people since completely isolating himself proves to just be self destructive. As such he goes from staying at Windknight’s Lot, to staying in the manor, moving between the two depending on how he feels. He is far from completely trusting Dio again, but does his best to be at least moderately friendly. Mostly for Erina and George’s sakes.

Name: Dio Pendleton Display name: ??? Age/DOB: 23 before death. // April 20 Height: ~5'10"/178cm AU: Previously Fateswap-A ;; fateswapDisk1.exe Currently lives in between universes ;; withinTheFurthestRing.exe AU Overview: Turned JoJo into a vampire, tried to kill him but only destroyed his body, married Erina, had George, then got killed and body snatched. Basically Hamon Dio without the cross universe stuff. Also is now a dullahan, of sorts. Nice. Extra info: His head will come off if his ribbon is removed. Also, since he’s a really busted ass ghost who is NEVER invisible he drains the energy of the surrounding area like a bitch, making places he goes cold. Used to use Joestar-Brando as last names but after finding the rest of his family he took Erina’s last name like mostly everyone else did. They just chill in between universes, now. Also the best way to describe how he acts is Hamon Dio but if the only thing he felt bad about was disrespecting Erina and not All Of The Bullshit He Did. Has been recently given a bit of a gift...

#ooc #figure seeing blogs i'd like to interact with and gettng more traffic is a good time to make this all a lil more clear #i need to work on thos requests then i can get to a few more content related asks!

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anony-phangirl · 6 years

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Prinxiety with "I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!" (Maybe with Roman saying it?)

Ooh!! I like this one!! Imma base it off of my Uncharted AU!! XDD

Prompt: “I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

Pairing: Prinxiety, with a hint of Logicality

Summary: Logan and Virgil were talking strategies and kidding around, and Roman is totally not jealous…~Human!AU, Uncharted!AU

Word Count: 659

Warnings: Swearing! And flustered Roman and Virgil, along with weapon mentions. Tell me if I need to add something!

Fics Masterpost: If you wanna read more of my stuff!! :D

A/N: Alriiight! The first fic of my Uncharted AU! Hope ya’ll enjoy! ^-^

More of the Uncharted!AU: Main Characters, Side-Main Characters

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Roman was pissed.

He hadn’t a clue why, but he was.

They weren’t even flirting, they were just discussing strategies and shit. So why did he have the burning sensation of knocking out his own partner with the handle of his gun, before immediately taking Virgil into his arms and kissing him? They weren’t even dating! Plus! Roman doesn’t like Virgil in that way! Right?

Virgil once again giggled, pulling Roman out of his thoughts.

Okay, yeah… So Roman might have a small little crush on the adorable beautiful guy… So what?!

“I guess that could work!” Virgil replied to whatever his nerdy friend had said.

“Yes well, I assure you, I’ve done it before and it was rather amazing.” Logan replied with a smirk.

“Okay, okay! I’ll be sure to see what I can do!” Virgil laughed. “Now back to- Ro, what’s with the strange looks?”

Logan turned to face him, before his previously playful expression turning into a smug look, his normally calculating eyes had that glint in them and his lips were curved up into a smirk.

“Ah, I see what’s going on.” Logan began. “You, my good good friend, are jealous!”

Roman has decided that enthusiasm did not suit Logan, and Roman was already planning on how to murder him.

“Jealous? Of who? Me?” Virgil cluelessly asked.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of me, obviously. But not to worry, I already harbor feelings for another person. He’s all yours by any means.” Logan stated, as Roman felt his cheeks heat up.

“You’re jealous of Logan?” Virgil asked, holding back a snort.

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!” Roman exclaimed before clamping his mouth shut with his hand. Damn you Logan, damn you to the depths of Tartarus.

“Since when was I yours exactly?” Virgil asked with a surprised look on his face, arms crossed, as he attempted to suppress a giggle.

“Nothing! I am not jealous! What I said came out wrong, I didn’t mean to… Ugh!!” Roman groaned out, flipping them off. “Fuck off! Fuck this! I’m fucking done! I’m gonna go hang out with Patton.”

And just as he was walking away, Virgil, wasn’t able to hold it in anymore. He let out a giggle as he caught Roman by the wrist.

“Roman, Roman wait.” He said, attempting to calm down from his giggle frenzy. “Wait just a moment!”

Roman stood there, arms cross, and face slightly tinted pink. Because damn Virgil’s giggle is fucking adorable! That and he still felt embarrassed for letting those words slip past his mouth.

“Okay, okay.” Virgil said, after a moment of giggles, at this point Logan had moved away from them and in his own, if not Patton’s, room. “Look, you can be so dense sometimes, but that’s part of why I like you I suppose. You are also an oblivious idiot, again, one of the reasons I like you. Now if you meant what you said, despite me not really being yours… I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you after this frenzy of an adventure. Because, as much of a moron you are, I actually kinda really like ya. So what do you say?”

Roman felt himself freeze because, holy shit! Did Virgil Fisher just ask him out?? He was not expecting that to happen!

“Wait, you actually like me back?” Roman asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, I do you moron. Now stop making me anxious and answer my damn question.” Virgil asked, tho he looked far from anxious with that smirk on his face.

But Roman wasted no time in replying, “Hell yes I’d go on a date with you! I was planning on asking after this whole mess, but I guess you beat me to it.”

“Well, I guess you’re also kinda slow then.” Virgil said, poking his tummy. “Now, will you stop being jealous, and let’s make a mess of this kitchen by attempting to bake cookies?”

“I WAS NOT JEALOUS!!!”

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Welp, that sucked… ALSO!! I retrieved most of the taglist so yeah.. Been a while huh? Hope ya’ll at least liked that, even just a little! I tried.. :P

General Taglist:

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @royallyanxious @alyssadashrub @freepaperie081 @allaboutthemsides @my-happy-little-bean @honeythanvinegar @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @manyfandomsonewolf @ruuworld @trashypansexual @thequeensqueer @creepy-crawly-death-dealer @fluidityandgiggles @scarletnoiryt @xxladystarlightxx @sanderstalker @ccecode @fullmusicchild11

Uncharted Taglist: Okay well, no official taglist for this so I’m gonna tag those that seem to like the idea! :P

@mandeebobandee @that-royal-ravenclaw @chara-sanders-plisetsky @pieces-of-annedrew

If I missed anyone, please feel free to shout at me… or message me. XD

Also, if you wanna be removed or added to the general list (which means I tag you in all my stories, or most) then just ask or message me

#anony writes #anony answers #uncharted au #prinxiety #sanders sides #sanders sides au #virgil fisher #roman drake #logan sullivan #hinted logicality #tw swearing #tw weapon mention

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dorkcresswxll · 6 years

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i went...... hard y’all this is so extra and embarrassing but i spent like,, over an hour writing this down so ur all gonna see it u better.

Why did you choose to play the character that you do at Crimson Revolt?

im gonna be honest like………………………………. i picked dirk bc i wanted to play ezra miller lmao. I KNOW HOW SHALLOW THAT IS DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT OKAY I CAN EXPLAIN!!!!!!!! alright so before i apped for crt the first time i was at…… a pretty low place confidence-wise bc i’d just left the first rpg i ever joined (also the first rp thing i ever did) and it was a pretty,,,, messy departure lmaoo i gotta admit i could’ve handled that better orz. BUT ANYWAY so i went looking through the ezra miller fc tag bc i’d just discovered this fabulous person and had vague ideas about a character that could fit the fc (dramatic, cheeky, a lil flamboyant) and was also thinking “i will never fall in love with a character the way i did my previous ones again” and more dramatic bullshit along those line bc like i said,,, bad time. obviously i didn’t find any active rpgs that had him in use so i checked crt bc i’d seen it around before and liked the look of it, so i sent the main an ask like “do you see ezra miller working for any of your open characters?” the admin at the time pointed me to barty crouch, peter pettigrew and dirk cresswell.

i just want to take a moment to digest that i could literally have played any of these three, cause all i had at the time was a vague idea of a character and a fc to match. i remember i spent days trying to decide between barty and dirk cause neither skeleton fit my vision perfectly and they both seemed aimed more towards an angry jock-type character (especially dirk his fc was miles teller which…. should give u a good idea of what the admin at the time had in mind for him) ( i mean the first skeleton. the one on the main now is one i rewrote after the main crashed back in june.) (just to clarify: the original skeleton had just as much potential to evolve to a complex and intriguing character as any other skeleton here at crt. i just had my vaguely dramatic ezra miller bby and i wanted it. lmao.) but i liked challenging set characterizations and bringing unique perspectives to contrast against any expectations the admin/s might have about a character. which is why i tend to go for skeleton rps, you get more freedom with those. eventually i decided on dirk bc i liked the sound of aversio and grey moralities appeal to me greatly. i spent a long time delving into the character’s backstory and personality and all those deep-seated insecurities and compelling contradictions that make dirk up to be the person he is now. by the time i submitted the app i was thoroughly in love with the character and haven’t stopped since. he’s my most developed and my most beloved character to play thus far.

Do you have a favorite holiday?

NOPE. as long as im surrounded by people i love and a lot of snacks im good.

Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

coffee. coffee coffee coffee.

What is your personality type?

INFP-T. the mediator. 86% introverted lmaooo.

What is your Hogwarts House?

ahhh. when i first read the books a few years ago i was like ‘iM A SLYTHERIN DONT TOUCH ME!!!!!’ but i…………literally have the subtlety of a bulldozing stampede of rhinos im sure y’all noticed. i took the pottermore test and had the glaring red n gold show up on my face and i shut the laptop down so fast like liES I BELIEVE NONE OF THIS. then i took a fan-made test that put me in ravenclaw and i was like…………….. ok i accept this compromise i can work with that. lmao im such a gryffindor tho don’t look at me im just *flops* pottermore was right….. i accept my place now i have stopped running from the truth orz.

What is your Zodiac Sign?

Taurus.

Three most recently watched on Netflix?

SURPRISE! i don’t have netflix. most recent stuff i watched tho are Stranger Things 2, IT (2017) and…. i can’t remember orz. but im obsessed with stranger things taLK TO ME ABOUT STEVE HARRINGTON PLS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH *SOBS*

Describe your ride-or-die friend.

don’t call me out like this…………………………………. i don’t make friends in real life people are difficult and i am awkward orz.

If you could have any superpower, what would you choose?

the ability to focus whenever i want at whatever i want for however long i want and actually manage to be productive with my time. what do u mean this is not a superpower i need it to be one.

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

i have no sleep schedule to speak of. sometimes i sleep at five am and wake up at eight am to get to my classes, then have a six hour nap when i get home and stay up until four am again. sometimes i go to bed on eight pm and wake up at four in the morning and still sleep through my classes, take a small four hour nap when im home and spend obligatory time with the fam for a couple hours lmao. it’s like im just sleeping or waking up either way im always a step removed from a zombie. there is. no reason for any of this i just do it.

What is your favorite color?

YELLOW. it’s so bright and sunny and iouwodc. i love it.

What is the last book you read? What is your favorite?

ahhhh i can’t remember my memory is failing me. which is sad cause i used to pick up a new novel every other day but i just can’t be bothered anymore ugh. i think my favorite was the whole PJO & HoO series’ – i haven’t read the last book yet tho, so i’ll start rereading all ten books when i get the chance.

Where would you rather be right now?

on a bed. sleeping. alone. with a lot of blankets. solitude appeals to me on such a deep level guys u don’t even know.

Have you ever watched the sunrise?

the ones i remember are three – once when i was a kid with my mom, bc i wouldn’t go to sleep and it was approaching sunrise and i rambled about wanting to see the sun come up so my mom was like………………… ‘*throws hands up* ok u lil monster u win’ and took me to the roof to watch the sunrise lol. it was glorious. and cold. bc winter. the second time was with my cousins who were sleeping over (for the first time in a loooong tiiiimmmeeee) and we decided to spend the night up on the roof bc why not. the last time was with my brother i think he was up there fixing something or the other and i was just there….. to be annoying lmao.

Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?

oh no i can’t. i need everything and everyone to be quiet or i can’t write a thing.

What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse/s?

what do i love about playing dirk…… his impulsive and his bright attitude and his endless optimism. he has such an uplifting presence and a cheeky sort of charm that makes it impossible for people not to love him, that makes his worming into other people’s hearts so entirely predictable and entertaining to play out. he is a myriad of contradictions – the difference between what he thinks everyone deserves and what he thinks he deserves is appalling, and with time it becomes clear that when he says things like “everyone needs someone to lean on” or “everyone could use some support” he is not referring to himself as a part of this ‘everyone’, if even on a subconscious level, does not find himself worthy of such kindness. he is a character so full of love he is spilling and overflowing with it, his raw emotions and his turbulent nature one of the dearest parts of him to me. the thin line he walks between being kind and violent, loyal and unforgiving, genuine and secretive. all the little details that make him up are reason for me to love him as dearly as i do.

What’s your favorite type of weather?

cold, but not too cold, y’know? just enough to wear a jacket but not so much you spend the night under five covers and a thermometer lmaoo.

What’s your best RP experience?

crt. no contest. and im not just saying that cause i’ve been in a bunch of rpgs by now and they all either a) lack dedicated admins/members b) are cliquey and non-inclusive at all or b) fall into inactivity a meager month or two after opening. crt is one of a kind.

Who inspires you?

this is actually a tough question cause i never really stop to think about it?? i draw inspiration from everything around me and it’s kinda like…. im constantly absorbing stuff from the environment im in and it’s like i’m always half-thinking about writing at any given moment, if that makes sense?? dunno.

Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way and explain how!

ahhh okay so. before i tried roleplaying i stumbled upon this rpg in the fandom tag over a year ago and it’s basically been the catalyst for my time in the rpc. i was looking through the character’s blogs and found someone playing peter and i was like……….. not fond of peter at the time tbh but this person’s writing was so fucking incredible i checked their blog daily, just to see how this thread or that thread would go. their take on a character i’d only held distaste for before was so compelling and complex i was drawn in all the way, i’d even come to love the character so much and was constantly disarmed by the smallest to the biggest details in that person’s characterization – at least the details i could pick up on, some i’m sure went way over my head at the time. some details i still remember vividly and they’ve helped me shape my first character and have influenced my writing thereafter. i learned a lot about the duality of a character’s mind and how to express inner conflict by observing that person’s writing. (yes i sent them a nerdy af message gushing about all that bc they hadda know man…. they hadda know.)

#( ooc.)

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clerithraven · 7 years

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This is the first and the last time I will talk about this, so please hear me out.

A couple of days ago, a clerith shipper went Anonymous and submitted this ask to a blog that primarily caters to the c/loti ship (though the owner has said it is open to multi-shipping).

Here is what the CA anon said:

Hello! I'm a Clerith fan and I just have a short story to tell. ( I'm afraid of opening this up on the CA forum/twitter/tumblr because I might get bashed D: ) I've been a CA fan ever since I first played FF7, and I've actually been seeing a lot of Tifa hate in the CA fandom. I for one liked Tifa, and Zack for that matter (because a lot of CA fans hate him also), but it feels like if I want to get along with my fellow CA shippers, I have to hate those two. I feel alone in the fandom :(

astoryofalove has already made her statement about this, and I would like to add mine.

It is deeply saddening that a clerith would feel unsafe in turning to fellow cleriths about an issue like this. So I would like to address the statements this CA anon has said in defense of the whole clerith community.

1) I'm afraid of opening this up on the CA forum/twitter/tumblr because I might get bashed D:

As far as I know, we, the ones who are currently active, do not go after our fellow clerith shippers for an opinion that may differ from ours. We make it a point to be open to everything, no matter our personal preferences. I do not know which community this anon has been involved in to give him/her an idea like this. But I, for one, do not stand for this kind of treatment. I know I’ve already made a statement regarding my dislike of Tifa and Zack (for reasons I may or may not have already stated but will not put in here), but that doesn’t mean I will be mean toward someone who does just because. And a lot of other CA shippers share the same sentiment.

While we are at this subject, for the clerith shippers who are currently reading this, I implore you:

Talk to us. Open up. Share your opinions, even if it’s different. Don’t be afraid to speak out against something you consider to be hurtful for you that the fandom is involved in.

astoryofalove and I, among others, will surely be there to listen to you and support you. And if either of us goes too far with what we say, please don’t be afraid to tell us about it. Inform us of any clerith who misbehaves in any way (harassing or insulting others, being mean or hateful, etc), and we will deal with it as needed. Point us in the right direction, and we’ll be sure to do something about it.

We are not claiming leadership of the fandom. Nothing of the sort. It is only that we would like to be able to actually do something to help stop the negativity from the clerith side as we are active on the clerith fandom.

We do not want the clerith community to be viewed in a negative light. That is not what we stand for. As a fandom that represents Cloud and Aerith’s love, we do not condone any unwarranted negativity toward anyone, whatever the fandom they are in.

2) I for one liked Tifa, and Zack for that matter (because a lot of CA fans hate him also), but it feels like if I want to get along with my fellow CA shippers, I have to hate those two. I feel alone in the fandom :(

I said it in the reply I gave to his/her ask on my main blog, and I’ll say it again.

I can most definitely assure you that you are not alone in this regard. Which community gave you this notion?

I admit I don’t like Zack and Tifa, and I’m vocal about that over on twitter. I’m not the only one, as well. But there are CA shippers on twitter who like them both that join in on discussions, and they don’t suffer any negative treatment from me or any other CA shipper who don’t like Zack or Tifa. In fact, the whole contrast makes for a great discussion between CA shippers. So, do understand why we found that particular claim unbelievable as we are the ones who are active on the clerith fandom.

And let me add: the clerith shippers who do like Tifa and Zack do have tumblr accounts as well.

Also, the CA anon mentioned the CxA Forums. They have moderators who monitor the forums, and any sort of bashing is relegated to a specific bashing section so that it will not be prominent in any other. The only way someone would see hate there is if that person went into the bashing section itself.

Since we’re already on the topic:

What counts as “hate” for Tifa and Zack? What do fans deem as insulting to these characters?

I honestly can’t remember calling them names, or saying nasty things about them just for the sake of spreading hate for them. I may have been aggressive in some of my posts that can be viewed as anti, but it was never for the sake of just hating on them.

What I also remember is that I’ve been vocal of the reasons why I don’t like them, adding in known facts to support my own reasons for my personal dislike of the two. It was not done to garner hate toward them, but merely to express my own opinion. My fellow cleriths do not have to agree with everything I say, nor am I asking that of them. In fact, I would welcome their honest feedback or any discussion they would like to raise. Clerith fans have already done that on twitter.

With that said, if you do come across any of my posts, or any other cleriths’ as well that you deem is full of meaningless hate and animosity, bring it to my attention and I will try to address the issue as much as I can, with astoryofalove’s help as well.

And I’m sorry, but that CA anon followed-up and submitted another ask to the same blog that said this:

Hi! I'm the Clerith fan who confessed about the Tifa/Zack hate in the fandom. Thank you for being nice to me! I thought of telling my rants to someone who doesn't hate Tifa and Zack, that's why I wrote to you. I'm sorry you're getting hate because of me >< I can prove that I'm a true blue Clerith fan though, I just don't know how without getting bashed by these defensive Cleriths, so if you know any means please do tell! And I'm glad to have come across your blog! I see you aren't biased at all

This is after that blog commented on astoryofalove’s post containing her reaction to the CA anon’s confession.

My issues about it are these parts:

1) I'm sorry you're getting hate because of me ><

Which is just untrue. I checked. Aside from my comment when I reblogged it with my response to the CA anon, Cali’s response, and a fellow clerith’s response to Cali’s post, all of which are in no way directing hate towards the blog’s owner, the rest are c/loti and clerith fans who agree with the owner and had only nice things to say for him/her and the CA anon.

So I have to ask, where did this anon get this idea? Because I most definitely did not see any proof of it.

2) I can prove that I'm a true blue Clerith fan though, I just don't know how without getting bashed by these defensive Cleriths, so if you know any means please do tell!

Have we bashed this anon since he/she has made the confession? Any name-calling or nasty comments thrown his/her way? None. I admit I have doubted his/her credibility as a clerith fan, but I did say why: Because what he/she said he/she has experienced was not what I have seen in the active clerith community. Of course, this is only on the platforms that I am actively participating in. But as the sites that the CA anon has listed (CxA Forums/twitter/tumblr) are all places I am active in (tho I now rarely visit the CxA Forums due to network problems), I was highly doubtful of his/her claim.

And excuse us for being defensive. Years of hate and animosity towards us has made it so, especially for those of us who has been in this fandom almost all our lives. If that is taken against us, we can do nothing about that except to say that we have our own reasons for being so.

Moreover, why ask a c/loti blog how to prove one is a clerith? The answer is quite simple: Go off anon and send me, or anyone else, a message owning up to being this CA anon. You will not get any backlash, I assure you. Your approach to this whole issue would have made a world of difference.

And I would also like to take this opportunity to defend astoryofalove against the blog owner’s response to Cali’s post:

This is not about you and you shouldn’t make it about you. This is not about your history or your essays, but this is about the anon’s experience and about the people who got fed up by hatred towards Tifa and Zack that caused them to avoid the fandom. Nothing in my post argues against Clerith, criticizes Aerith or mocks any Clerith’s interpretation of canon.

astoryofalove had asked that the clerith tag be removed from the post containing the CA anon’s confession, and went on to give her reason for not believing in this confession which was based on her own experience.

astoryofalove has been the target of hate for years because she is the most vocal among us. And yes, her defenses may have been raised in response to what the owner of the c/loti blog said to the CA anon about ALL the essays for clerith being hateful toward Tifa or the relationship between Cloud and Tifa as the reason the owner turned away from the clerith ship. But do understand that it was because she was vocal about her dislike for Zack and Tifa, thus was of the belief that it was her whom the owner was pertaining to. After all, no one else posts essays for clerith anymore these days aside from astoryofalove, and lately me.

I also do not understand why the owner’s response said this:

Nothing in my post argues against Clerith, criticizes Aerith or mocks any Clerith’s interpretation of canon.

Because astoryofalove’s response never mentioned anything about it, nor did she even allude to it being a reason for her to ask the removal of the clerith tag and changing it in that post. The request was not done because it argued against clerith, criticized Aerith, or mocked any Clerith interpretation of canon. The request was done because the CA anon’s confession was unfounded in our eyes, and thus paints the clerith community in a negative light with no proof, which we do not need in the clerith tag.

Moving on to other matters...

astoryofalove had asked that this post be removed from the clerith tag. And I have asked the same of the owner of the blog, in private. The tag has since been removed, but the owner told me it was not done because we requested it so, but for the owner’s own reasons.

I have to admit, I was curious as to what these reasons were. And what I read further saddened me. And I want to address the owner’s reasons here:

I took out the tag because the message of my post is 1] automatically invalidated due to being published in a C/loti blog 2] Because Cleriths who agreed on my post are in risk of bearing wave of retaliation.

1) the message of my post is 1] automatically invalidated due to being published in a C/loti blog

It was not “automatically invalidated” because it was published in a c/loti blog. Cleriths who read it from Cali’s post found it “ridiculous” or perhaps unbelievable simply because it was. This is due to the fact that, like I’ve said, there are CA shippers who like Tifa and Zack, maybe even more than those who dislike them. We are not in every site, every social media platform, so we may not be aware of the Tifa or Zack hate on these places, but in the sites where our presence is active or known, we do not see this unless it is of our own doing-which, I repeat, is only our own opinion and not done to foster hate among the fandom or single out those whose opinions differ from ours. And it’s not that often that we voice our dislike anyway.

2) Because Cleriths who agreed on my post are in risk of bearing wave of retaliation

I checked. And no, not one of those who agreed to the owner’s post with the CA anon’s confession was given any indication or a hint of getting attacked or garnering any retaliation of any kind. And even after my and astoryofalove’s posts, nothing of the sort has happened. So I have to ask, why did this person make this claim? What was his/her basis of saying so? Where was his/her proof? I may never know the answer, but I will say this:

We speak up only when provoked. We do not start any sort of drama, and those who are proven to have been doing so will be dealt with as long as they are brought to our attention. That is how seriously we treat cases like this.

In addition, once the whole post regarding the reason why the clerith tag was removed from the original post is read, readers would see this:

What was disappointing is that there are real points that were ignored:

Massive hate on Zack and Tifa causing shippers to move away

Not treating Cloud and Aerith as individuals (even in the Zerith pair

And that Cleriths are diverse and can disagree with each other, and that they are can also be critical of their own fandom

The entire post is taken emotionally and stripped of its value of discussion. It has already reached an audience who expressed agreement, but it’s pointless to keep it there.

1) The point about “Massive hate on Zack and Tifa causing shippers to move away” was ignored

We did not ignore this. We just cannot believe it. I have yet to see this “massive hate on Zack and Tifa” that is implied to be widespread among the clerith community. Like I’ve said, astoryofalove and I have expressed our dislike of the two, and we’ve seen cleriths agree and disagree with us, all in a healthy environment with a positive discussion. No bashing, no criticism, no harassment has ever resulted from it.

We also addressed the CA anon’s concerns about feeling alone in the fandom. I would have wanted the chance to try and make it so he/she would feel secure in being part of the fandom—if only he/she had come to me. And I believe other clerith shippers would share the same sentiment. The CA anon had only needed to take her concern to us, and we would have gladly listened, no matter the difference in our preferences.

2) The point about “Not treating Cloud and Aerith as individuals” was ignored

This was never brought up by that CA anon. I don’t understand how this even came to be a point. Still, I will say something about it.

Please do not say that we do not treat Cloud and Aerith as individuals, as separate entities that can exist without the other. That is not what we do. Sure, most of our posts are us celebrating how Cloud and Aerith’s appearances in the OG and other games are somehow deeply connected to them being a pair, but that does not mean that we are stripping them of their individuality. It is just that we tend to focus on them as a pair most of the time as shippers. If cleriths want to discuss their individuality, one only needs to start the discussion, and the rest will surely follow.

Excuse us if we’re too excited about the clerith fluff we get that we do not talk about their individual characters as often, and instead fangirl over their portrayal as a pair. We’re called shippers for a reason. Doesn’t mean that we never talk about them as individual characters.

3) The point about “And that Cleriths are diverse and can disagree with each other, and that they are can also be critical of their own fandom” was ignored

I have already said that we are aware of cleriths who have differing opinions, and that contrast makes for a good discussion. This is something we are already aware of. And we also welcome any criticism that is directed at us by fellow shippers, as long as they approach us in a good way. We will not turn them away or rebuke them. In fact, I’d daresay that we’d welcome it instead.

4) The entire post is taken emotionally and stripped of its value of discussion. It has already reached an audience who expressed agreement, but it’s pointless to keep it there.

We did not strip it of its value of discussion. We did not discourage cleriths from speaking about voicing their experiences that relate to the original post about the CA anon’s confession. You, blog-owner, even said it already. It has “reached an audience who expressed their agreement”, and a discussion was actually starting. What came of that discussion, or what did not come of it, was not in any way our responsibility or doing.

In fact, astoryofalove and I have made our own posts with our own responses, trying to address the issue with fellow cleriths. And considering that astoryofalove has a number of Clerith followers, those who had anything to say had already done so, whether by simply liking the post of making a comment. It is not our fault that no one else wanted to chime in, for their own reasons.

Having said all of that... For my fellow clerith shippers:

If my or astoryofalove’s posts have too much hate on them for Tifa or Zack in the rare times we do give them our attention, you can always unfollow and block us. We will not hold it against you. It just means you do not want our content on your feed, and that’s fine with us.

We’re here to speak and advocate for Clerith, for the love between Cloud and Aerith. If you do see hate on our posts, frankly, most of it is really directed toward the rabids who invade our tag with their brand of negativity, and so we retaliate.

Cleriths have stood by and have been silent for years. But that is no longer the case. As new fans fall in love with the love story of Cloud and Aerith, and old fans are brought back into the fold, you may see more of us. But I assure you, it will not be about hating on Zack and Tifa.

We are “Cleriths”, not “Zack and Tifa haters”. Just because a number of us dislike these two doesn’t mean the whole fandom does. So try not to generalize, the same way we distinguish the rabids from the good ones.

Thank you for reading this very long post. Happy shipping to all of you!

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miss-lucy-silver · 7 years

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FIC: CLOSER (7/30)

A Chris Evans fanfic

Summary: Lori and Chris return to Boston, where the memories, . feelings and secrets rush back to them.

Warnings:

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MUSIC: Don’t deserve you- Plumb

CHAPTER SEVEN: Awakening

NEW YORK- 8AM

The loud noise of the cars flooded the streets of New York, alongside the people with their own lives and problems. The kids crying for a new candy, the old man from main St screaming the new morning issue, taxi drivers and the unbearable noise of their horns. Everything that was part of Lori’s life was getting smaller, disappearing on the rear view mirror, leaving the past months behind, with the tragedies, and romance. Or at least saying goodbye until her heart could not feel that painful cold the memories gave her every day.

That morning, covered in snow, was no different for Lori, who packed her stuff in silence, almost as if she was giving a farewell to her past. But it was different for Chris, who was watching her from the kitchen, somehow expecting to hear a sudden change of mind from her, deciding to stay in her apartment. It was a big surprise for him when she said they should come back to Boston, but as soon as he got in his car after he found her in Central Park, he felt guilty for feeling exciting about going back home with her.

Chris was driving with his eyes fixed on the road, entering in Connecticut, when he remembered Lori that morning walking out the apartment and turning to the door to shut it. Her eyes were red, and her hand held the knob so tight he could see her knuckles go white.

“Hey” He talked to her from behind, whispering in her ear “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“But I have to” she sobbed, locking the door, and looking down to her feet.

Chris thought about that moment for a brief second, and felt a warmth feeling in his chest, thinking how proud he was of her strength to move on, after losing someone she deeply loved and made him think if he could be able to do the same if he lose the love of his life.

His eyes quickly move to his right when he heard Lori’s sight.

“Where are we?” she mumbled, with her eyes closed and her head press on the car window.

“Connecticut. Sleep, we still have a few hours”

He turned his eyes back to the road, and his hand took the blanket on her lap to cover her a bit more.

A little smile appeared on his face when he felt Lori’s hand holding his, entwining their fingers, feeling the contrast between the warm blanket and the cold of her hand.

“Your hand is warm.” She said putting her other hand on top of his.

“Yours is cold”

“Cold hands. Warm heart” she said softly, rubbing his hand with her thumb.

“I know that, love” He flashed a smile at her, finding her looking down to their hands “Hey, get some sleep. I’ll wake ya up when we get there”

She looked up at him and gave him a nod

“Can I keep your hand for a while?”

“Sure” he said, taking her hand and placing a kiss on it.

It took 4 hours to get there but they were finally in Massachusetts. Chris, exhausted and hungry, was driving through Thomas O’Neill tunnel, when he decided to change their destiny. He took the next exit straight to South Station and then settled on Fitzgerald surface heading to Essex St. He drove a few more blocks, until he reached the place he wanted.

There were many cars parked outside, but he got a place close to a coffee shop. He stopped the car, and got close to Lori, whispering her name to wake her up.

“Lori…wake up. Pickles” he called her, playing with her bangs.

“mmmh?”

“Wake up, sweetheart” he said, scratching her head with his finger.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are. Wake up, I wanna show you something”

Lori opened her eyes and look at Chris. He was close to her face, and smiled at her when she growl and stretched her body.

“Remember that place?” he asked, rising his face and pointing to the other side of the street.

Lori finally opened her eyes, and looked to her right, watching at a building on the corner between Lincoln and Tuft St. She saw a group of people walking in and out with cups of coffee and tea, from a small shop painted all in black, which contrasted with the orange bricks of the upper floors. Her eyes moved through the large windows to the door of that place looking at the number 108 painted in white.

“Yeah.” She said, taking her mind almost 12 years ago, to their actual first date. “Gracenote. I remember you were nervous as hell.” She laughed, looking back at her friend.

“What?! I was fine. I was excited to see you with that hoodie.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me that” She exclaim with disgust, sitting straight in her seat, and adjusting her seat belt.

“It looked good on you tho.” Chris admitted with his eyes on the coffee shop, remembering that day perfectly like it was yesterday.

“Shut up” She rolled her eyes and push him, making him chuckle.

“What do you say? Breakfast like the old times?”

She smiled at him, caressing his face “I think I’ll pass, honey. I’m tired and I really want to see your family. But I promise we’ll be back for old time’s sake”

“It’s a promise!” He screamed, picking her nose and turning the car on, heading home.

“How I missed this place” Exclaimed Lori, watching the streets of Beacon Hill as the car passed.

“It’s been a while. But nothing changed”

The car was getting closer to Chris’ house, and Lori recognized the streets and the houses of the quaint neighborhood, with that old vibe she always loved. Winter in Boston was beautiful for sure, painted in white, black and orange; the snow covering the sidewalks, the naked trees and metal fences placed in every block. It made everything magical for her. Especially after a long time away.

Chris stopped the car in front of a house where his family was waiting for them.

“They’re waiting for you at the door” said Chris rising an eyebrow to her.

“You’re… no. Are you serious?” exclaimed Lori, smiling at them and waving through the window

“What? I just told them I was coming with you. It’s not my fault they got overexcited.” Chris smiled at her, and got out of the car, followed by Lori who couldn’t help but smile big at the Evans family

“It’s freezing out here. You should all be inside!” she complained, putting her hand on her waist while Chris was getting the luggage out of the car.

“Auntie Lowi!” a little voice called her. Stella ran to her with her arms open, wearing a red beanie she knitted for her that cover most of her head, where two brown braids fell on her shoulders. Behind her, two young boys followed her race towards Lori and Chris, with smiles and screams.

“Oh hi! Hi!” She didn’t realized how much she missed the kids, until she found herself falling on the floor to hug them “Oh my, I missed you all so much! Look how big you are!”

“I’m bigger!” screamed Miles, while jumping to his uncle Chris’s arms

“I’ve missed you so much auntie Lowi” Said Stella on Lori’s arms, making her smile when she heard her name. Miles was the first one to name her like that due to his speech impediment, and the kids decided to call her like that too.

“Me too, princess. Are you going to show me your room? Your momma told me you have a new bedroom”

“It’s purple!” screamed the little girl, happily jumping around Lori. “Mr. Frost! I’ll show you Mr. Frost!” exclaimed running back to the house.

“Okay, let’s go inside, I don’t want anyone sick for Christmas!” ordered Lisa, clapping and pushing everyone to take a luggage and walk inside.

“Yes mom” The Evans siblings exclaimed, Lori included, following Momma Evans to the house.

Lori felt like she had some kind of time travel moment as soon as she walked in the house. It felt exactly the same after the six long years she was gone.

“Welcome home, baby” said Chris’s brother, Scott, appearing from the kitchen, and hugging her tight. “How was the trip?”

“Long. But your brother is a pro”

“I paid her to say that” said Chris, from behind, hugging his brother.

“Yeah, he didn’t, actually. Not even for a coffee”

“OUTRAGEOUS! I asked you for the damn coffee”

“That’s not very gentleman of you” Said Scott, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I asked her! SHE said no”

“Now I’m cold, and rejected” Added Lori dramatically, hugging Scott while laughing at Chris’s expression.

“Stop fighting you two!” exclaimed Lisa, smiling at them “And you better give me a hug, young lady”

“Yes ma’am. Hi momma Lisa” Lroi ran to her arms and gave her a hug, bending down a little to place her chin on the woman’s shoulder.

“Hello sweetheart. I missed you” She placed her hands on both of Lori’s cheeks

“Me too. It’s been so long since I’ve been here.” she could see, and feel, the warm love coming through Lisa’s eyes, and that made her feel incredible. She truly missed that lady.

“Well, you are always welcome here. I was surprised Chris got to convince you to come home”

“Actually, ma, she decided by herself. She truly missed ya” Explained Chris, rubbing Lori’s shoulders.

“Is that so? Well, I’m tremendously happy to have you back. And Christopher, you better buy her a coffee”

Lisa pointed at Chris, and then walked away, leaving the two of them alone in the living room.

“What the…” he screamed irritated but laughing at the whole situation.

“I promise I’LL buy coffee for both of us” She couldn’t hide the huge smile on her face when Chris trapped her on his arms, placing his lips on the back of her head, smelling her perfume.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked with his face buried on her hair.

“So far so good. I promise” she assured him when she turned to face him and saw a doubtful look on his eyes. “Thank you”

“For what?” Now they were hugging each other, face to face.

She took a little time to answer him. Instead she smiled and then whispered “Bringing me back home”

“Any time, sweetheart” He gave her a kiss on her forehead, rubbing his hands on her arms “So, Miller, are you ready for the Evans family in holidays?” He asked her with a serious look, at the same time as one of the kids ran in front of them screaming with a Santa’s hat and chocolate all over his face.

“Wow” was all they could say before cracking up. .

BOSTON- Evans’ house – 22PM

The day was intense for Lori. Full of emotions and memories from her youth in Boston, and full of activities with the kids. Even when Chris told her to go to rest after the long trip, she decided to stay up, helping his mom and cooking some cookies for the kids. And when the night came they all sat around the table, ready to dig in Lisa’s homemade lasagna, making Lori, and the rest of the family moan when they got the first bite.

“Sweet Garfield almighty in heaven.” She cried closing her eyes as she laughed at her own expression as the rest of the family. “You have no idea how much I missed your mom and her food” said Lori, blowing a kiss with her fingers, with the classic Italian gesture “Un piatto squisito, bella donna”

“She speaks Italian when she’s exited” said Chris without looking anyone but his plate.

They couldn’t stop laughing and talking, remembering things from the past, like the first time Lori and Chris met. When he introduced her to his family. Their first date, and the day she had to go back to Italy after just a few months of meeting Chris.

“He couldn’t stop talking about you” confessed Lisa, eating the lemon pie Lori baked for the dessert.

“Mom!” exclaimed Chris dropping his fork, and looking at her with wide eyes.

“What? We all did!” exclaimed Lisa, hiding her laugh after that awkward moment. That lady knew what she was doing.

They all laugh at Chris’s red cheeks, but Lori looked at him in a different way.

“What is it?” he whispered, cleaning his lips.

She shook her head, and tried to forget about everything else, but she started to feel more nervous now that Chris couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Loraine?” She jumped at Shanna’s call, and looked up at her “What was the name of the place you went for coffee?”

“For the bet? Gracenote” she said trying to remain present in the conversation, but failing at her memories. She looked at her right, watching at Chris talk and laugh with his family, and for a brief moment she felt a small tingle in her belly making her jump in surprise, not knowing why she felt that.

“You okay, love?” asked Scott on her left

“Yeah, I… I’m fine.” Answered Lori smiling at Scott.

“Pull yourself together, Miller” a voice echoed in her head. Her eyes when down to her shaky hands, and decided to focus on the lemon pie and the texture on the meringue. “Focus. Look at the color. Think about the flavor. Is it well done? Does it taste good? Focus….FOCUS” But somehow his mind flew back to Chris, and what happed when she left to Italy. What did he said about her? “Shut up, and look at the damn pie!”

BOSTON- 23PM

After dinner, Chris decided to go to see his friends to a bar in downtown, and invited Lori to join him. But after having him as her nanny and therapist for weeks, she insisted he should go alone, and enjoy his night with his boys.

Meanwhile, Lori stayed in the house, walking around and searching for her luggage. While she was walking through the hall that connected all the bedrooms, she saw a few pictures of Chris and Scott when they were kids. A few Christmas pictures with all of them together, the kids and the pets. She stopped her eyes in one of the frames that showed a young Chris smiling big at the camera. He was wearing some funny glasses, and behind him was a sign with “WELCOME 2005” in silver letters. That was a few months after they met, during the Patriots vs Dolphins game in 2004.

“Chris insisted you should sleep here” she jumped when she heard a voice behind her. Carly was standing close to Chris’s room, pointing the entrance.

“Where will he sleep?” she asked while entering the room, finding his luggage and her coat on the bed. He already decided where she will sleep, and she couldn’t help it but roll her eyes.

“Apparently in the couch or maybe in Scott’s room”

“What? No. No, I can sleep in the couch. I don’t want to take over his place”

“Hey, go ahead and try to convince him otherwise. My brother is a professional stubborn,” exclaimed Clary

“Yeah. You Evans are way to kind with me” Said Lori, sitting on the big bed with a feather blue cover, and watching Carly walk around the room, rubbing her hands with a worried look “What is it?”

“No. Nothing. I just…Lori I’m really sorry for everything that’s been happening. I just needed to say something, but I feel like that could be...a bad idea.”

“Thank you, Carly” Said Lori, sweetly smiling at her. She knew they were trying so hard not to bring the bad memories back, but she also knew avoiding the feelings wasn’t the right thing to do.

“How’re you feeling?” asked Carly, sitting next to Lori

“It’s hard, I uhm…” she felt her voice breaking and coughed to hide it- “I’m trying to feel better every day, but it’s like I have a stone right here, that doesn’t let me…breathe” Her hand was touching her own chest, and she could feel her heart racing fast when the image of the beach came back to her mind. She shook her head to forget it and took a deep breath “I just need time”

“Lori, darling. You don’t have to ask for time. It’s your grief. One of the many reason why we’re so happy to have you here it’s because you are part of our family, and we want to help you feel better. We would never push you to feel okay if you’re not ready.” The older sister placed her hands on Lori’s shoulders giving her a little squeeze.

“i’m so glad to have all of you with me”

“Trust me, we’re tremendously happy to have you with us. Especially because I need you to help me with the Christmas presents. Do you have any idea?”

“I need to find presents for the rest of the family, but I have a few for the kids, and something for Chris, too.” She quickly stood up, looking for something in her bag. She took a picture from a couple years back where Chris and she were hugging during a party. Clary looked at the photo and smiled big at Lori, rising her eyebrows and laughing when Lori pushed her. “Don’t look at me like that! I found this when I was packing some stuff, and I wanted to give it to him for Christmas. I just need a nice frame”

Carly nodded and took the photo “Leave it to me.”

BOSTON 1 AM

Chris closed the door as quiet as he could, and walked to the living room, where he found Lori sitting on the window seat, reading a book and covered in a grey blanket.

“Crap. What are you doing up?” exclaimed Chris in a lower voice so he doesn’t wake up anyone

“I was waiting for you” she said putting the book down.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t wanna sleep in your room” Lori complained, standing up and walking to Chris, with the blanket on her shoulders, and her hair tied over her head.

“Oh come on. It’s a comfy bed!” Screamed Chris forgetting his family was sleeping upstairs

“Shhh! I mean it. It’s your house; I wouldn’t let you sleep in the couch”

“No, you will sleep in my bed, and I will sleep here” he angrily whispered pointing the stairs and then the couch.

“We can keep doing this all night, and it won’t change anything. I’m perfectly fine here, Evans.”

Chris sighed loudly knowing he won’t change her mind “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. You go and sleep in your bed. You deserve it, after all you’ve done.”

“Alright. Alright. I know I won’t win this fight, so…I’ll sleep in my bed” she raised her chin, with a victorious smile, making him rolled his eyes “Goodnight Pickles”

“G’night Evans” she softly said, going back to the couch on the other side of the room, close to the heater.

“Lori? What happened tonight at dinner? You seemed nervous. Uncomfortable?“ Lori froze in her place when she heard him, and was trying to find a good and convincing answer. It was confusing for her what she was feeling, and didn’t want to assume anything yet.

After years of being together, all the things they lived and experienced, they stayed next to each other, feeling that they belonged there. Lori never knew that she was so important to him that he would talk about her and think about her when she was away in Italy. For her, it was something platonic, and never believed Chris would feel the same about her as she felt about him.

She turned to him and smiled, looking straight to his eyes “Oh. No, not at all. I just didn’t remember a few things, so it was…overwhelming”

“Right. It was a long time ago” he admitted looking down while putting his hands on his blue jeans’ pockets.

All the times they were together, Lori thought it was normal flirtation. They both flit with everyone all the time, so it wasn’t new if Chris was like that with her. But there, in that moment Lori found out that Chris did, actually, had feelings for her, and she always had a weakness for Chris that she never was able to admit. And now, knowing that things would have been different if they had been adult enough to admit those feelings, Lori understood that after so many things, Michael's death, Chris's new life and his new relationship, made that "almost possible" Romance end in absolute nothingness.

“A very long time ago”

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ziggydageek-blog · 7 years

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Honor and Lies

Winter saw me as a lynx more than a human. In that mindset, life stopped feeling so heavy. Thoughts and emotions, unwanted or otherwise, weren’t as pertenant when my main focus became chase, hunt, seek, survive. Sirius showed me the lay of the land; in our own way, we knew we not only enjoyed each other’s company over others, we’d secretly hoped that one day, we’d leave the world behind and live out the last of our days, cat and dog, to roam the world … together. Still, tho, life remained and there were matters to attend to. The money I had earned and saved working as a roadie in my late teens was coming close to an end. I needed employment, and I found it in the form of a part time job at Zonkos, the joke shooed in the village. Between midnight runs with Sirius, I woke up, got dressed, and became a productive member of society. The weekends that the Hogswarts kids came to the village were especially lucrative; being the new girl, I was scheduled for every single one. The aisles were cramped, the joke wands went off at an alarming rate and gossip spread faster than the common cold. Talk of Sirius seemed to be the topic of favored on any given weekend. His little escapade into the Gryffindor boys wing was the stuff of legend, and the red headed boy who unknowingly housed Pettigrew was at the center of it all. He and his curly haired friend came thru the shop often; there, he’d be met by the red headed twins, of of whom at flirted with me not that long ago at the Three Broomsticks. I watched one particular interaction between them, they squinted eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of an outline of a rat beneath his robes. None was to be found and indeed I had wished I were able to turn; a lynx mindset would’ve got me further. Unbeknownst to me, the one twin who had taken a liking to me noticed my attention and took advantage of my distracted posture. “You know, if you thought I was bit of a stretch for you, you really ought a know that that walker there is not the type of rubbish you want to get mixed up with,” his elbow landed on the counter in front of me. Shaken from my thoughts, I absent-mindedly fumbled with the exploding quills in front of me. “C-can I help you?” I stuttered. My cheeks blushed and I wanted othing more than to disappear. “I mean, if you’re really asking,” he started, an impish look painted across his jovial face. His brother was just over his shoulder, grinning to high heavens. “Go ahead then, George! Ask her if she’d fancy a romp at the Three Broomsticks!” He egged his brother on. In the background, the Pettigrew boy asked his friend where his brothers went and I heard her respond, “I dare say, making it harder on that poor woman to do her job proper!” George heard and ignored the slight; his brown eyes looked up into mine, his eyebrow raised. “What do you say then?” He gestured. “Look, George,” I started, unable to keep the grin off my face and the laughter from my voice. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that, but I’m old and I’m only about to be older. That, and I don’t think the owners of this place would take very kindly to me taking a Hogswarts student up on the offer to get drinks at the local pub.” When I’d finished, George seemed to be in deep thought. Finally, he concluded, “alright, but how ‘bout this: when I open my own joke shop, you come, work for me, and then you take me up on that offer, oi?” In spite of myself, I laughed at the proposal. “I’m taking that as a yes!” He clapped his hands, grinned and walked backwards from the counter. His twin clapped him on the back and loudly they exited Zonkos. As he left, all that I thought was how nice a Firewhiskey sounded after work. I knew Sirius had an errand til that evening so I figured it’d kill me sometime til he’d pop in. Unusually kind, my manager told me to take a lunch break if I felt it; she’d overstaffed accidently and since I’d been a pleasure to work with, I was to consider it a treat. Unwilling to wait til she changed her mind, I took off the name tag attached to my robe and headed to the Three Broomsticks. I wasn’t planning in getting drunk but what was the harm in a Butterbeer? Crowded as always with the students, I navigated as best I could. In the middle of the pub was a hub bub of commotion; the massive man I knew to live on the edge of the forest by the castle was seated at a large table amongst what looked to be professors and a man I could tell by pictures I’d seen in the paper to be the minister of magic. Anxiety gripped my chest; immediately, my thoughts and heart went into overdrive. Was he here for Sirius? But that was stupid. Of course he was here for Sirius. The entire surrounding are was up in arms. This was nothing new. I immediately recognized the feelings I harbored as guilt and brushed them aside enough to order and find a seat; unfortunately, the only spit opened was near the large group of table. As I sat, I heard names such as Black, Potter, and Pettigrew muttered. Try as they might to hold such conversations inconspicuously, it was hard to avoid overhearing buts and pieces. The tone became hostile when the giant man roared about how close he’d been to Sirius the very day the alleged murder happened. An anger boiled inside of me. How dare they? They knew nothing of the truth! The minister muttered about how strange it was how normal Sirius had seemed when be visited him in the prison and I couldn’t help but snort into my Butterbeer. “You fucking think?” I muttered into the froth at the top. Unable to hold back my anger any longer, I found it wisest to leave… Anger, unbridled and unexplainable anger overtook me. These fucking idiots! They knew NOTHING of what actually happened! That Pettigrew was alive and well! I knew wife I had sat in that booth any longer, I’d have slipped up and said something that would not only get myself into trouble but put Sirius at danger. It was the last thing he needed. After the eavesdropped upon conversation, however, I was able to understand a little more fully exactly what it was that Sirius dealt with. The unspoken emotions felt between us had a greater depth as my understanding for them grew. Motivated, spurred in by this newfound realization, I knew then I had to continue to help Sirius to the best of my ability, whatever that entailed. The rest of my day went past in a bitter haze. I replayed the snippets of what I’d heard over and over again. I rang up several orders incorrectly a I could tell Clarissa regretted deeply allowing me the lunch break. I assumed she’d chalked it up to me having a pint and didn’t say too much about it but I could tell she was all but relieved when it was time for me to clock out. “See you tomorrow,” I muttered, out of habit. The cold had set in just as the sun had set. Snowflakes kicked up as my boots stomped heavily on the drifts. There was a charm I could use to make a path, but it was cathartic watching the mounds of fluff suffer. When I’d made it back to my cabin, I was glad to see a fire burning in the hearth, especially more so when I realized the implications of that discovery. Shaking the snow from the hood of my robe, I took it off and immediately searched the figure. My eyes landed in the darkened figure of the dog beneath my table. “Oh thank k God you’re here,” I started. Sirius stood in the spot where the dog had just laid; he stretched his arms over his head and smiled at the sight of me. “Hard days work?” He asked. I knew he sensed the tension in me. Shaking my head, I told him, “I’ll get to that; as far as your errands, how’d that go?” From his robes, he removed a bag of coins. “The cat helped,” he said simply as he placed the bag in the table. “But I could really use another helping hand. Preferably one attached to the body of a woman.. an attractive one would be an added bonus,” his smirk melted the ice thay had accumulated around my chest and the physical cold that had accompanied me from the walk home. “What’s up?” I smiled back. His eyes squinted and he tilted his head as tho I had just said something in Latin and Jews trying his best to make sense out of it. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your American phrases,” he quipped. “That being said, I’m to assume you mean tho may I be of assistance, and to that I ask would you be able to purchase a firebolt? I’d like to send it to Harry as a Christmas present; seeing as how I’m the reason he no longer has a broom,” the last part he muttered to the top of the table. “Of course, Sirius,” I nodded. I knew what it meant to him, watching Harry fly. He didn’t say it nor did he need to but it brought back nostalgia, a nostalgia that both caused him sorrow but an unbridled joy. James’s loss left it’s mark and it colored everything Sirius did thought or felt. Harry would never replace him, but it I knew it eased the grief even if it were just minutely. “Should be easy enough,” I chirped. “I’ll buy it after work tomorrow.” “Incidently,” Sirius looked at me, a mild suspicion painted across his face. “Why is that you walked home instead of just apparating?” Pausing, I didn’t necessarily want to bring up what I had overheard. Aware that it was going to be brought up eventually, I sighed then launched into the story of what it was that I had heard. Sirius listened, a look a of vague concern casted down at the table. When I had finished, he nodded then stated, “figures. That’s been the story circulating and that’s all that anybody will believe.” “Until we give them evidence to the contrary!” The passion refused to leave my voice. Shaking his head, Sirius said more to the same spot on the table than to me, “I can’t promise that I won’t kill him on sight the minute our paths finally cross..” I didn’t need to be able to feel his thoughts to know that he meant every word of that statement. I sighed to myself and internalized the magnitude of what laid ahead. When Sirius finally came upon Pettigrew, I needed to be there, in one form or the other. The truth needed to be known and Sirius deserved to have a life again. He’d wasted years of it for a crime he hadn’t committed. And it was falling on me to make sure that his honor was upheld.. in spite of him.

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