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loveinhawkins · 11 months

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For the made up fic title game "1983 is Calling" bc 1983 by Neon Trees randomly came up on my Spotify lol

god i love this title so much. i think 1983 is calling has a Steve Harrington character study written all over it.

In the November of 1983, Steve Harrington’s world falls out from underneath him. When his feet finally find solid ground again, everything looks a little different, like he’s an Alice who’s grown just slightly too tall for his surroundings.

And maybe most people in his shoes would chalk that up to finding out that monsters are real, that a kid can come back from the dead. But Steve knows that’s not the whole truth.

What’s really tripping him up is the dangerously quiet anger he didn’t really know he was capable of; he spends many sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling, hearing his father’s words come out in his voice, slipping through clenched teeth, finish the sentence.

It’d be easy to brush it off after the quite frankly insane series of events he’s lived through, to claim that wasn’t me.

But it was. It was.

It’s not a dramatic transformation. If anyone was really looking out for it, maybe they’d notice him being just a touch more reserved in school. Slower to react, more careful with his words.

He doesn’t sit with Tommy and Carol in the cafeteria—and while there’s an ache in that decision which he steadfastly ignores, he finds that he doesn’t really mind sitting alone sometimes.

In the quiet, he has more time to think. He tries to keep his assumptions in check, finds that he cares less and less about cliques—does his best to ensure that his first thought about someone isn’t a judgement.

He remembers the casual indifference he had when watching Jonathan Byers put up a poster for his missing brother. His unbothered drawl, God, that’s depressing.

Never again, he decides.

Above all, he doesn’t want to be cruel.

One lunch, he sits with Jonathan, and they swap pudding cups, Steve trading chocolate for butterscotch.

“I… listen, Jonathan, I shouldn’t… shouldn’t have said what—what I said,” he starts, awkwardly, inadequately. “About. About your mom, and your family, and…”

It horrifies him still, the words that came out so easily, never mind if they were echoes of things he heard.

Joyce Byers is one of the strongest people he knows.

“Thanks,” Jonathan says, delayed. He smiles tightly, but Steve knows it’s not personal, that the guy’s still on edge from… everything.

Steve smiles back.

But there’s still a thorn that he hasn’t quite prised out.

“And I…” He lowers his voice. “I shouldn’t have called you that. Y’know.”

Jonathan’s eyebrows go up. “No,” he says mildly. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I…” Steve rubs a hand over his mouth. “I hate that… there’s nothing bad about…”

Jesus, what’s wrong with him?

Jonathan’s expression softens. He blinks, and he has that pensive look on his face, like he’s seeing the world through a camera lens—like the flash has lit up something unknown.

“I agree,” he says quietly, and then he digs into his pudding and asks genuinely about Steve’s holiday plans, talks about getting Will an Atari for Christmas.

At New Year, Steve is abruptly conscious of the fact that he really, really needs to look like he’s having a good time. He doesn’t want to analyse who the performance is for. If it’s for himself, he’s not convinced.

But drink dulls the anxiety; he laughs a lot, sways with Nancy in his arms because that’s what he’s supposed to do.

Even in the euphoria of the midnight countdown, he can see Nancy smiling too brightly, like her face might crack with the strain.

Do you feel it, too? he almost asks. Are we always gonna be back there? Are we always gonna be running from it?

The semester after winter break starts off reluctantly.

There’s a few classes with mixed year groups: they get an absolute horror of a substitute teacher in second period, one who insists on them copying things word for word from the blackboard. She makes her funeral march down the desks and shouts at a student for mis-spelling ‘January.’

“Psst,” comes a voice, before she reaches Steve.

He looks over to see Eddie Munson in the seat next to him, handing over an eraser.

“Wrong year, Harrington,” he whispers.

Steve glances down at his paper. Sure enough, 1983 stares back at him from the top margin.

Steve scoffs. “Figures.” He uses the eraser and passes it back to Eddie. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I wish we were still on vacation, too.”

“Eddie Munson.” The teacher slams a ruler down on Eddie’s desk so hard that Steve flinches. “Shall I send you outside for talking?”

“Oh, no, ma’am,” Eddie says, without missing a beat, “I’ll surely cry. Profusely.”

As other students stifle giggles, Steve manages to write the date down correctly before the teacher peers over his shoulder.

He can’t help noticing that even with the eraser, there’s still an imprint: 1983 faintly engraved on the page.

Well, Steve thinks wryly, so it goes.

#steve harrington fic #steve harrington hc #steve harrington analysis #steve and jonathan #steve and nancy #pre steddie #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington #made up fic titles

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isabelguerra · 1 year

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You've gotta tell us more about your Wizard AU, it is amazing

pandoras box anon you just ripped it in half

paranatural hogwarts is an au ive had for roughly 6 years now. it’s been posted about on ~7 blogs, 2.5 of them mine, with a good amount of it deleted/orphaned bc i get very cold feet talking about things unless theyre with specific people. but despite my efforts to kill it she keeps coming back so you know what. whatever. fine. it wins. let me tell you about wizard au. this is gonna be a long post

pnat hogwarts follows the cast of paranatural in a wizard setting, with a lot (i mean a LOT) of my own spins on things. there’s an overarching plot with the main cast, but it’s less important to the real reason i made it, which was a 6 year long izjo slowburn. thats right. wizard au is my own personal excuse to write as much izjo as i want and make them fall for each other over the torturous span of 6 years. and they cant do anything about it. but i put a lot of non-ship stuff in there too bc as much as its my indulgence au i still want people who are indifferent to the ship to enjoy it if they want. so here’s some overarching lowdowns:

STUDENTS:

isabel!

- isabel is a gryffindor from a super old school magic family

- the guerra name is a GIGANTIC in this au. super old family, super old money, super old power. francisco is much, much older than he is in canon and is hailed as one of the most powerful wizards in history, known for pioneering an entire art form of wandless magic. wizards from all corners of the globe come to train with him to learn the honed technique. but he’s dead, and his son is nowhere to be found, and isabel is the heiress to the guerra family name as soon as she turns 18. so she has a lot riding on her shoulders and is expected to take over and ‘grow out’ of using her wand. francisco allows it while she learns at hogwarts because he considers it a frivolous childs play technique, but will not tolerate any thing less from her studies than excellence.

- isabel, however, just wants to play quidditch and sneak around with her friends and read books and learn spells.

- her best subjects are charms, care for magical creatures, and DatDA. she sucks at potions and herbology.

- in their second year she joins the quidditch team and becomes one of gryffindor’s beaters with johnny. in their fifth year she makes team captain, which he pokes fun at her for for the rest of their school days. they butt heads a lot in their earlier years but are solidly friends by the time theyre both 15. but more on that later

- when she was 6 isabel befriended a baby acromantula, which she named eightfold. after bringing eightfold with her to hogwarts for 2 years, eventually she becomes too big to keep in her dorm and isabel hides her in the library were she can eat as many dusty old books as she likes. but when rumors of a monster among the stacks begins circulating the student body, she has to sneak eightfold out to the forbidden forest in the middle of the night and say goodbye to her friend at the risk of her safety. she still visits when she can

max

- max is a slytherin halfblood who didnt know his mom was a witch. in his first year he falls into an acromantula pit and hates spiders ever since, even though isabel tells him theyre actually very sweet. on their way out of the forbidden forest, he catches the attention of a blind basalisk, which he keeps running into for years to come.

- when theyre 16, max is chosen as hogwarts’ triwizard champion. he does not win. his friends love him very much for it

- him and isabel go to the yule ball together because isabel got a lot of people asking her out but none of them were anyone she actually liked (cough) and max is as much of a homebody as he is a chad. its very much a ‘okay i’ll do the first dance with you so you dont get laughed at and then we can do whatever we want the rest of the night so go have fun with whoever you wanna ok?’ situation

- max’s boggart is an acromantula

- he cannot fly and the one time isabel tried to get him to play quidditch in their 2nd year he broke his arm

- max , having grown up in the human world, likes to sneak in laptops and dvd players and show the wizard friends movies.

- theyll all do movie nights in the gryffindor common room at isabels invitation, which johnny will crash, which ollie will also crash. then they all end up on different areas of the couch floor and surrounding armchairs covered in blankets and watching the human wonders of Home Alone 2 and Megamind

- in their 1st year, max finds a compass hidden in a locked room. after lugging it around and thinking it useless for a couple weeks, he realizes this thing doesnt point north, but shows you the exact direction you need to get wherever you need to go most. this helps an INCREDIBLE amount to show him, and therefore the rest of the activity club, direct pathways to secret passages and routes to avoid teachers when sneaking around at night. the compass has no identifying marks on it aside from the name Smith elegantly seared into its side

- the AC and the jang steal Smith’s compass back and forth from each other literally the entirety of their school life. johnny will grab it from isabels robe when she’s in the quidditch changing room, max will grab it from stephen when hes napping in the slytherin commonroom, isabel jinxes johnny to get it back, ed and rj play rock paper kick-your-knees-in to decide who gets it, etc

- suzy has been trying to get her hands on it for years. YEARS. but each time she cooks up a plan to figure out how the eight of those guys can get from one side of the castle to another so quick, theyre already gone

isaac

- is a year ahead of them, ravenclaw, with both wizard parents. i know blair just wrote a whole post about why isaac is a gryffindor and i thought that her reasoning was super cool but i stand by my placement that hes a ravenclaw he’s too flashy

- isaac doesnt have too much plot relevance, which i kinda feel bad about now that i like him more. he became a prefect in his 5th year and worked as defence against the dark arts teaching assistant in his 7th year, when the rest of his friends went up against their 6th year boggarts.

- for the record isaacs boggart is sasuke breaking up with him

- isabel and isaacs relationship is better in this, i tried to interpret isaac as less of an Insufferable Tortured Sadboy more of a Teenager Who Is Just Kind Of A Dramatic Dick Sometimes And Thats Fine

- isabel becomes a gryffindor prefect in her 5th year, so she and isaac sometimes hang out during patrols or meetings and chat about it

- can fly ok but isnt great at it and doesnt play quidditch. best subjects are potions and transfiguration, but he kinda sucks at history of magic and astronomy

- hufflepuff adopted member of the guerra family. parents worked for the ministry and disappeared mysteriously

- i made ed nb here so just putting that out there. canon nb ed

- befriends johnnys gang later on than canon, around 3rd year. him and rj i think ended up dating? they go to yule together in their 6th year

- one time jinxed himself to only speak in puns. max hounded him for the countercurse but he never got it until 2 weeks had passed

- loves and GREAT at charms. bad at DatDA and history of magic

johnny (+ the gang)

- johnnys a muggleborn gryffindor and the other beater on gryffindors quidditch team w/ isabel

- worst wizard you will ever meet. not in the ‘bad with magic’ way, but in the ‘oh god why did this guy have to get magic’ way

- you think REGULAR bullyings bad??? imagine WIZARD BULLYING. with SPELLS

- johnny finds out hes a wizard and immediately thinks Ah How Can I Use This Information To Torment People and then does exactly that until like their 4th year when he gets some sense knocked into him

- literally knocked into him. he gets a concussion from from taunting a hippogryff.

- hes particularly attuned to heat magic, has a higher body temperature than normal people, and sometimes catches fire if really wound up about something. has been known to occasionally blow steam out his ears

- remember how isabel hides eightfold until their 2nd year? johnny catches isabel speaking with her in the library and nearly freaks out before she pushes him against a bookcase and swears him to secrecy “or else my spider will eat you”

- he catches isabel sneaking out of the gryffindor commonroom at night a week later and gets roped into helping her sneak eightfold out. theyre sortof friends at this point but theres a lot of perilous bickering. which is ridiculous because theire sneaking a 3ft tall spider out into the woods at 1am underneath a blanket and trying not to get caught. look at yourselves

- it works though and they chase each other the whole way back laughing and trying to avoid ghosts and teachers, snatching smith’s compass back nd forth

- theyre super tired by the time theyre safe in the commonroom. they both collapse in front of the fire and isabel kinda clears her throat like hey so. thanks for helping tonight. dont you ever tell anyone but it was scary letting her go and having someone else there really um. you helped. so thanks.

- johnny who does not know how to deal with genuinity even from the gang is sitting there like. hm ?

- nd shes like DONT let this get to your head idiot i just. yeah i had a lot more fun than i thought i wouldve. i thought it was gonna just be me walking my best friend somewhere id never see her again. but it wasnt, it was fun and got my adrenaline going and that wouldntve happened if i did it alone so.. yeah. i had a really fun night. thanks. for being there with me. i mean it.

- and if johnny didnt know how to deal with earnesty he DEFINITELY doesnt know how to deal with the girl he fight with all the time giving him an ACTUAL REAL SMILE and laughing all out of breath and looking at him earnestly in the light of the fire and. and he needs to leave. right now. oh he needs to get out of here

- haha that was a weird feeling! good thing it wont happen again!

- anyway thats how johnnys crush on isabel starts. it lasts 5 years.

- aside from that though he’s an AWESOME quidditch player and duellist, great at DatDA, and is the best jinxer you’ll ever meet.

- he dorms with ollie, who is the only other gryffindor in the cast aside from isabel. theyre roommates (:

- FORGE!!!!! in johnnys second year he finds a creepy old knights helmet in the woods and brings it back to his dorm in secret. turns out the helmet talks, and tries to get johnny to help him with some kind of mission. from then on forge lives under johnnys bed and does everything from giving him advice to giving him fully fledged lectures. forge likes to talk to the paintings when johnny isnt around

- when 5th year rolls around and isabel’s appointed quidditch captain by their old leader, he jokingly calls her ‘captain’ in every opportunity he can find. (it’s only half joking but he’d never admit to that)

- by 5th year he genuinely respects her leadership but WOULD LIKE FOR REAL die (and kill) if anyone ever found that out so it’s still all friendly teasing and rivalry. but it’s a HUGE step from where they were 2nd year though, where one time in a match against ravenclaw they got in a fight mid game. in the air. the match had to be stopped bc the 2 gryffindor beaters kept trying to shove each other Off Of Their Brooms While 100 Feet In The Sky

- stephen is born to wizard parents and is completely wholly undividedly obsessed with the human world. he’s INCREDIBLE at divination but he doesnt think its real. every prediction he makes comes true but ONLY the ones he says as jokes or doesnt take seriously. every single one.

- stephens a slytherin and heckles max in their commonroom every chance he gets. steals his slippers. etc.

- ollie is the only other gryffindor with isabel and johnny. him and johnny bunk together their entire school careers

- he’s great at care for magical creatures. awful on a broom. came from a half magic family, hes known johnny since they both were little. they found out they were both magic users around the same time.

- johnny goes to ollie about his Not Feelings sometime around the start of their 6th year and ollies like are you kidding me do you not think i have eyes. youve been sighing over guerra since like 2nd year and johnny goes WHAT

- rj is a hufflepuff with the others (“WE wouldnt ditch you johnny”) and i dont have as much on them as i’d like. but its also 6:30am so what can you do ig

supernormals+ journalism club!

- cody and lisa are twins. if i cant have it in canon im going to have it in my au. cody and lisa are twins and also fillipino. cody is a hufflepuff, lisa is a slytherin.

- cody is a great flier! he joined the hufflepuff quidditch team in their 3rd year as a seeker, hes a cool guy

- lisa is a potions MASTER and loves to make magic drinks with them. these are usually super popular around wizard finals, but she makes a hot chocolate that’ll keep you warm for hours, an apple juice to turn your tongue green, truth potions that she sells under the table for a pretty dime, etc etc.

- lisa ABSOLUTELY knows about johnnys crush on isabel. not through dark blackmail, shes just a weird girl who has an uncanny knack for knowing things. she doesnt use it against him but she DOES know and he DOES know she knows and they do NOT talk about it

- and when isabel gets it back. well. maybe they talk about it a little

- shes often found in the slytherin commonroom talking to the merfolk, or walking the grounds/herbology cabinets for potions ingredients with violet

- speaking of which! violets a hufflepuff. shes pretty well rounded in terms of magic, but in a lowkey way. i honestly dont have much for violet but she does go to yule with lisa

- jeff is also a hufflepuff, bc he loves his friends and values working hard. him and ed have hangouts a lot and its a pretty social group.

- dimitri is both the best and worst ravenclaw you’ll ever meet. if he ever cant figure out the commonroom riddle he HAS been known to just sleep right there outside the door

- collin was a hufflepuff when i first made this au, but i think i wanna reconsider that. i dont have much more for him atm sorry lol

- suzy is a slytherin and runs hogwarts’ newspaper. i’ll write more on her someday sorry AGAIN i just got hit with a wave of Tired

TEACHERS:

- spender teaches history of magic bc duh. he’s also head of ravenclaw house

- lucifer is a painting in his office which he talks to frequently

- garcia teaches defence against the dark arts. he is NOT a werewolf in this au bc i like him better when hes just some guy. he does however have some weird relationship with the giant squid in the lake

- when i wrote this originally zarei taught potions, but now im thinking maybe she teaches transfiguration? patchworm is a boa constrictor she speaks to and has hang around for companionship. the students joke that theyre a teachers aide. zarei is head of slytherin house

- starchman is the charms professor and head of gryffindor house. he teaches magic very, very enthusiastically.

- agent day teaches herbology and runs hufflepuff house! venus guytrap is an audrey 2-esque 7ft tall magic talking flytrap that lives in the greenhouse

- boss leader. i. okay. i made boss leader so unbelievably ridiculous that i still get a headache over it. boss leader started off as being hogwarts headmaster. but then i thought ‘huh if she runs the consortium, wouldnt that be more akin to the ministry? but i really like her as headmaster, what do i do here’

- the answer is to make her Headmistress Boss Leader, Minister of Magic

- i dont know if ill keep that last part but even the phrase Headmistress Leader puts me into a fucking coma

SPIRITS:

- i said some of these already but ill say them again

- eightfold: baby acromantula living in the library. isabel and johnny sneak her out of the castle in their 2nd year

- scrapdragon: a blind basilisk who max meets in the forbidden forest

- muse: a painting in ed’s dorm (i think)

- king C: a wind spirit that has taken a particular liking to isaac and now doesnt leave him alone

- forge: a severed knights head johnny found in the forbidden forest and took home. has some hidden agenda and business inside the school. gives johnny advice. lives under his bed

- lucifer: much like muse and ed, lucifer is a painting in spenders office

- patchworm: boa constrictor doubling as minas animal companion. minas a parseltongue so they chat

- venus guytrap: a huge flytrap grown in the herbology greenhouses. professor day keeps him in her office mostly

- Big Scary Shadow Spirit: this one is fun. i love this one. the shadow in this AU is a basilisk king living underneath the school. i say ‘basilisk king’- like a rat king but snakes, a bunch of them all knotted together at the tails. if you dont know what a rat king is, dont google it it’s disgusting and horrible. great for writing though. since basilisks are immune to each others gazes, this just leaves a terrifying writhing mass of snakes entangled in each other forever. ironically, the blind snake max has made himself known to used to be part of its masses.

OKAY. okay. okay i cant write any more for this ask. oh my god i love this stupid au so much. i love wizards. please ask me more about it. i couldnt get too specific here bc theres so much and i wanted to give more of an overview- but if you want to know about any particular character/year/plot moment/ship (cough) id be HAPPY to go into detail. tysm for asking abt my au this made me really happy !!!! i hope you enjoyed reading about it as much as i did writing about it

#paranatural #pnat hogwarts #isabel guerra #max puckett #ed burger #isaac oconnor #johnny jhonny #uhhh i cant tag everyone. or maybe i can but not right now #tysm again for asking :’)!!!#wizard au

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soloorganaas · 1 year

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not sure if nobody asked about it yet or i just missed it but anyway

talk dirty to me about Remadora coffee shop AU !!!

WHERE TO FUCKING BEGIN

this is the most chaotic au that started from some crack fic idea and has grown into fully fledged madness mostly with the help of Chaos Commander in Chief @impishtubist

remus is a political theory/philosophy phd student. he’s studying in a coffee shop when he sees Quirky Girl tonks reading in a corner. he goes over to say hi and strikes up a conversation about her gender studies book which, obviously, he is an expert on

tonks is mostly at the coffee shop bc they do an excellent iced oat milk lavender latte, and bc she’s oddly obsessed with the overly-beautiful barista fleur. she’s too beautiful honestly and it seems kind of attention seeking, and she’s sure if she hangs around long enough she can figure out what fleur’s deal is

beautiful french barista fleur moved to the US for art school and is somehow still here. she does not like americans, except for fellow barista regulus, who is as snooty and judgmental as she is. she’s been trying to figure out if the cute girl with short pink hair who always wears plaid is gay or just from the pnw

remus and tonks hit it off over the fact they’re both very passionate about their work, devotees of overpriced hipster coffee shops, pretty judgmental of the other people on campus, and there’s something just a little bit Different about the both of them. they assume their bond means they’re into each other so they start dating

tonks takes remus to a party hosted by her cousin sirius and his best friend james. both of them are in business school but think they’re too smart for it and are launching their own start up

remus hates sirius on sight. he’s rich and loud and arrogant and a capitalist. sirius is pretty judgmental of remus too, but that’s just because he’s straight. remus can’t help himself from getting into arguments with sirius every time they meet, and soon sirius starts actually searching him out bc it’s so much fun and he is pretty hot. and maybe not entirely straight. then definitely not entirely straight from the way he hits on him one night

in the middle of this all is regulus, undergrad student and fresh out of rehab and de-radicalisation after getting swept up in a white supremacist cult as a kid. he watches this drama go down with amused indifference

there’s also lily, junior associate at slughorn llc who’s currently on the look out for new start ups worth investing in. she’s facing an ongoing battle with co-worker snape, determined to outdo her, and relentless start up founder potter, determined to impress her (and get her money)

what follows is a chaotic mix of drunken hookups, sexual crises, ideological arguments, everyone managing to be a judgmental bitchy asshole in completely different ways, a whole bunch of interwoven enemies to lovers, and most importantly, absolutely terrible Straight Remus Lupin

WIP ask game

#there’s so much more buried in discord chats somewhere #it’s gonna be a blast #wolfstar #flonks #jily #otp: i’m mental about you #otp: oi evans #hp #asks

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angelictrl · 3 years

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Hey! Glad to see a new obey me blog! For a request maybe the brothers and Simeon, Luke, Diavolo, and Barbatos react to a GN!MC who practices witchcraft but also Hellenic Polytheism (someone who worships and works with the Greek deities). If this is something you need help on like explaining wise Just shoot me a message!

DEMON BROS + UNDATEABLES WITH AN MC WHO PRACTICES WITCHCRAFT & HELLENIC POLYTHEISM.

i said i'd post tmrw but ig i lied bc i had a spontaneous burst of energy and felt bad promising i'd do this req earlier </3 also added solomon anyways since i felt bad leaving the local bastard man out 😞

LUCIFER

great, now we got two shady, magic-using humans running around the devildom.

all worries aside, it's probably for the better that you know/practice witchcraft so that you can protect yourself better here in the devildom.

just don't go pulling any pranks or he'll lecture you for five hours straight 🙄

on the other hand, i don't really think he cares about your religion - y'know, as long as you aren't worshipping his father, because then he'll be "a bit" salty.

probably met a few greek gods while he was an angel + hades a couple times during meetings before and after he came to the devildom so he's chill with your religion.

MAMMON

at first, he was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum.

this human can take care of themself! why does he have to babysit them?!

not to mention he was lowkey scared hearing you did witchcraft because he didn't need another witch on his ass

once he warms up to you though, you guys go on all sorts of magical shenanigans together (like canonically anw lol).

you save his ass several times with your magic and although he won't say it aloud, he's eternally grateful you've helped him hide 60% of his schemes from luci.

when he hears about your religion, his first immediate reaction was to incorporate it into his schemes.

specifically, he'll ask you to do rituals and/or give offerings to his good ol' friend, hermes the greek gods on days he goes out gambling so he can have extra luck.

basically all around neutral about it <3

prolly snags you stuff from time to time that have to do with witchcraft or seem like good offerings.

LEVIATHAN

another one that'll ask you to do rituals/give offerings for good luck. he can't win those limited edition ruri-chan & luminous-chan figurines 100% all the time.

sometimes will join you in hopes to double his chances LMAO

as for witchcraft, i think he'd be glad you can protect yourself when it comes down to it.

he's happy to protect you and be your lord of shadows, of course, but he admires you for being so brave to find ways to ward off other demons by yourself.

"lolol look at this normie beating your ass with their magic! oh shit - henry, you can't fling them against the wall like that! this isn't harrison porter!!"

radiates "best friend, show 'em your moves" vibes 💀💀💀

SATAN

finally, a worthy comrade.

you two most likely instantly hit it off and he's more than happy to teach you any spell you want to know as long as you teach him stuff from the human world in return.

his brothers mainly lucifer always become test subjects for you two willingly or not.

doesn't mean you guys are getting off the hook that easily when something goes down.

be the voice of reason and spare lucifer, please.

always lends you wiccan/spell books and other similar works that remind him of you all the time.

magic lessons with satan & solomon!

now about your religion, he's intrigued.

he's never met any of the greek gods unlike his brothers, so he'll definitely read up on them to understand your practices more.

sometimes joins you in your rituals and it may or may not have become a habit.

it's all for scientific research - he swears.

ASMODEUS

doesn't think much of witchcraft but is glad you're able and at least interested in protecting yourself from nasty lesser demons.

goes out of his way to buy you fashionable accessories that have a witchy/cottagecore vibe to them if you're interested <3

happy overall though because now his two favorite humans get along so well!!!

y'know, as long as you don't leave him out >:(

now, religion time. he'll also bring you items and trinkets to give as offerings to the greek gods as he has nothing against them.

actually kind of has a friendly rivalry with aphrodite, so he's more than happy to chat up with her once in awhile and put in a good word for you.

BEELZEBUB

has no problem with your practices of witchcraft and religion as long as it isn't hurting anyone.

now if the offerings you give are food-related in any way, he might have to back out and politely excuse himself.

he wants to make you happy by joining you in your daily routines, but he's just so hungry and doesn't want to upset you by eating the offering.

so as long as it doesn't have anything to do with food, whether it's edible or not and you have a bunch of food for him too in preparation, he'd be more than ecstatic to join you.

most supportive babie boy <3

BELPHEGOR

depending on your level of experience in witchcraft, the whole attic thing (mainly you dying) could've never happened/been altered.

don't get me wrong - regardless of being the youngest, he's still a very powerful demon - but i think if you were a very experienced witch, you may or may not have had a 50/50 chance or more of holding out against his attack(s) until the brothers came to find you.

anywho, moving on, he's another one that's glad you're able to protect yourself. will sometimes join you and satan in your study sessions, but will fall asleep in your lap like a cat.

loves to have the formerly anti lucifer league prank, well, you guessed it, lucifer.

as for your religion, i'm pretty sure he's very indifferent about it. supports you and is amused, but doesn't really care since it doesn't hurt his feelings in any way?

tldr: please be the voice of reason & spare lucifer p2.

DIAVOLO

great! his two human exchange students can protect themselves!

loves to hear about the history of witchcraft and magic in the human world from you during tea dates or whenever you're over.

will help you whenever you get stuck on a spell and loves to see what you can do.

overall just v supportive and wholesome <3

still, once you're romantically involved, he'll be all for protecting you so that you won't have to think twice about resorting to protecting yourself with magic.

(you wouldn't even get messed with if you're dating the future king of the devildom but anywho)

fully supports you and your religion.

why wouldn't he? it would just be another nice step to take to create peace between the three realms.

totally helps you out with rituals and offerings. even joins in a lot or whenever he has the time.

is totally friends with hades and sees him as a father uncle figure, so be prepared to meet the one and only.

BARBATOS

has a more than fair share of knowledge on witchcraft and is more than happy to talk about it with you.

feels relieved that you're so comfortable here in the devildom and are able to take care of yourself.

once again, is another one who's pretty indifferent.

helps you set up rituals and gifts you offerings/trinkets like asmo.

as long as no harm comes from your practices, he's more than glad to watch you go about your daily routines and even partakes in them with you occasionally.

SIMEON

is also relieved to hear that you have basic knowledge on witchcraft & magic in general.

now he knows the bible condones witchcraft, but as long as you aren't hurting anyone, he doesn't have a problem with it.

mainly suggests you do white magic or at least grey magic, though. bible boy doesn't want you messing with things that could potentially hurt you or backfire, really.

he's more than happy to help you set up rituals and bring you offerings much like barb and asmo.

hell, if you visit purgatory hall often, it could become a daily thing for you two.

another incredibly dedicated and supportive boy <3

SOLOMON

much like satan, you two hit it off almost instantly.

you two visit each other pretty often exchanging knowledge on different spells and rituals.

the two of you are stuck together like mf glue much to the brothers' disappointment.

study dates with a max of four including you, solomon, satan, & occasionally belphie.

your rituals (religion-wise) have grown on him.

michael may or may not be upset but solomon here doesn't care JDKSJSK

always lends you wiccan/spell books and any other items you may need that remind him of you.

basically just a very understanding and supportive relationship <3

LUKE

starts admiring your abilities once he sees them in action (aka you protecting beel and him from luci that one time).

"woAHHH, MC, THAT WAS SO COOL!!"

beside michael & simeon plus lucifer, you're his number one role model.

no matter how small or big of a spell you practice or perform, he's always an awe.

lowkey disappointed he can't play guardian angel, but soon cheers up knowing it's better that you can protect yourself this way.

if you ever need any food-related offerings, he'd be more than happy to bake you some!

as long as beel doesn't sniff it out and get to him first 😰😰

obey me masterlist.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 2 years

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Fata Bellatorum

@fontegagrilledcheese sets a mean challenge, hot damn. I wrote this under a time limit with a 2k minimum word count lmao. and its not betad bc im scared it would get cut to under the wordcount and im a little distracted by Ruin lol

pairing: yenralt but pre pre pre pre slash?

CW: yen accidentally flirts with Geralt, honestly there’s nothing wild going on? Yen owns an antique bookshop in a world where magic is real but not everyone knows about it and Geralt comes in looking for a very special book.

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Antique Pages was hardly all that antique these days, given that Yennefer had brought in many a new print and had a discount textbooks section, but the small bookstore had a reputation for its rare finds and golden primary sources. Yennefer even kept a library of the really good books she came across. Over the years she’d made fast friends with the local history teachers and the research community seemed to treat her store as something of a holy place. The slightly unkempt and undermaintained look that came from not always having money for bills or repairs apparently ‘leant itself well to the antique books aesthetic’, according to Yen’s sister.

Though there were some oddities and inconsistencies in her collection. She took great pleasure in listening to two students arguing over whether a book on lightning rituals was in Latin or formal Italian, snickering as she sipped her tea and let them argue in circles. The book wasn’t in Latin or Italian, it was Komon and it wasn’t your average Komon at that. It had been enchanted by her tutor to be read in whatever language the reader could understand or would prefer. So the religious studies major saw Latin, while the art history major saw Italian. It really was the little things that tickled her.

There were a few more dangerous tomes she kept on display behind glass cases. Open only to the most benign pages, in case another magic user wandered in, and only loaned out to the most trusted individuals.

She’d made the mistake early on after taking over for Tissaia that some gates should in fact be kept when people’s lives are at stake. She’d had to admit as much after spending far too much time and energy undoing some sloppy spellwork and reckless mistakes made by the borrower. Though she made a point to show her tutor the ‘take one leave one fanworks’ shelf she’d put in when the older witch came for a visit. She was quite proud of her little community that would bind fanfiction and pass it around like the most recent bestseller. Spells, unfortunately, needed more managing than stories and ideas. So she set up her till and workstation where she could see the entirety of her library, just in case.

It was an atrociously stormy Tuesday afternoon when a large man in a heavy black hooded raincoat came stomping through her door. She almost couldn’t hear the bell over the way his boots thunked on the floorboards and it seemed he’d aimed for every last squeaky step.

Immediately her hackles were up. Every woman knows the sense of apprehension when a man, especially a man as large as this one, walks into their space and it’s only the two of them, but there was something else about him. He didn’t seem any more threatening than any other man, but his brown eyes were a touch too light to really call them brown, more of a gold, and the way he moved was far too smooth to be natural. She chalked the extra unease up to him shaking his coat out a little too aggressively and almost getting water on her books and put on her best look of intimidating disapproval.

“Can I help you?”

“I’ve been told so.” The man’s voice was gruff, but not altogether unpleasant. As he pushed his hood back, the white head of hair almost cracked her stony mask of indifference. He couldn’t have been old enough for white hair, certainly not unhealthy enough to go grey prematurely for anything other than a genetic reason, and Yennefer found herself significantly annoyed that she was attracted to him.

“No need for melodramatic suspense,” she sighed, rolling her eyes to avoid looking him up and down.

When she looked back to his face there was a tiny smirk playing at his lips, “I have a list.”

Holding out her hand, she hopped off her stool even more annoyed with herself when she was distracted by the way his waist tapered in from what looked to be ridiculously strong thighs as he pushed his coat back to dig into his jeans pocket. He dropped a folded scrap of paper in her hand with some truly atrocious handwriting on it listing out three books on fae (’on’ may have been a loose term. two were authored by the mischievous creatures) and one magical bestiary.

Her eyebrows crept up ever so slightly as she pursed her lips, mentally sifting through her catalog of inventory, “I have two of these for sale, but one is check-out only and the other is… well I doubt she’ll talk to you,” Yennefer handed the list back to the man and strode toward the section she needed, surprised to see him following her, “How do you know about her anyway?”

“Fata Bellatorum? A… colleague,” the man sounded wistful as he spoke and Yennefer couldn’t help but tease him a pinch while she reached for the first book.

“Just a friend I hope,” the sultry tone gave way to a bit of a grunt on the last word as she pulled the book free and took all twenty pounds of its weight on her bad shoulder.

That pleased smirk was back and Yennefer wanted to smack it off his face for eliciting such a reaction from her as she handed him the book.

He nodded, softening his smile just a touch and rumbled, “Geralt.”

“Insinuating they’re a ‘he’ doesn’t change anything,” Yennefer crooned, already swooping around a corner and gracefully hoisting herself up a ladder to retrieve the other book.

“No, that’s me. I’m not the best at introductions so I’m told.”

A blush crept onto her cheeks as she dragged her finger through the dust on the shelf before plucking the book she wanted out of the line. Turning to look down at Geralt, she leaned forward a bit, wanting to take full advantage of being two heads taller than him, and dropped the book onto the other one waiting in his arms.

“Yennefer.”

“A pleasure.”

Before she could stop herself, Yennefer had turned to lean against the ladder and licked her lips, “Indeed.”

His eyes were definitely gold, unnaturally so without the hood shrouding his face in darkness. His image seemed to fit with the volumes he’d requested; rugged, rare, and unnervingly beautiful. Though she couldn’t for the life of her understand why he’d wanted to see Fata Bellatorum. He wore not star pendant, had no star in any of his several piercings like some preferred, and she could sense nothing of any magical training from him. None of the tattoos she could see aligned him with any group that had used physical tools to forcibly manipulate chaos or she would have thrown him out. So what made him think she would talk to him?

“I need two more,” Geralt hummed, the soft sound jarring her out of her thoughts.

With no little amount of embarrassment at the way she’d essentially devoured him with her eyes, she climbed off the ladder and sped down the aisles of books away from him, “That you do. This way.”

It should have made her wary that he was so close to her when she turned to hand him the bestiary, but it only added to the puzzle he’d presented to her. She could ask. She wanted to ask; what he was, who he was, who had sent him here of all places. But her pride and her intelligence had always hated asking questions if she could piece together the answers herself without someone knowing. It was also why her last few relationships had gone up in smoke. Power struggles and manipulation and all that.

“How long will you be checking them out?”

Geralt cocked his head to the side, “The books I’m buying?”

“No, them,” Yennefer emphasized, poking the cover of the bestiary.

“About a month,” Geralt answered with a hint of squashed amusement on his lips.

She tried not to care when she noticed his expression, again whipping around and strutting away from him, now sure he would follow, “You’ll bring them in once a week as proof of life and to renew your term on the lease.”

“They must be very valuable,” he said as if he was in awe. Any other tone would have made Yennefer wary of it being stolen, but Geralt seemed to respect the book more than anything. Good.

“They are,” She confirmed, refraining from threatening him if he damaged or stole them. Somehow with all the unintentional flirting, ‘I’ll have your cock’ didn’t have the usual terrifying edge to it.

She made her way through the maze of shelves back to her desk and tapped her counter while she dug in her drawer for her keys. Geralt set his books down and she could feel his eyes on her the whole time. It reminded her of the tale her mother told her, about two warriors held captive by each other’s gaze until one was honest with the other and they could ask Destiny why she’d woven their fates so intricately together. Her mother was a hypocrite and kicked her out for channeling chaos on accident though, so she shook off the feeling and put out an ‘in the back, please ring bell’ sign before leading Geralt back to the case where she kept Fata Bellatorum.

She was tempted to crack a joke, maybe give in and ask him who had referred him to her while she gently lifted the book from her case, but something in his eyes told her not to ruin the moment.

Laying the book out on the table in front of him, she stepped back, eyeing him with a fair amount of excitement. For as much bitterness as she held toward her magical and civilian education, she did love a good experiment. This man through whom no chaos flowed yet held the confidence of an imbecile who didn’t know he was in over his head was a perfect subject. The book had only ever talked to one person besides Yennefer, and they were thrumming with chaos, almost unable to channel it enough to keep control. It was highly unlikely she would show Geralt more than blank pages, maybe an outline of the face of a loved one if he was empathetic enough.

After a moment he looked up at her with raised eyebrows, still not having opened the book, “I’ll give you my wallet and phone if you’re worried I’m going to steal it.”

“Her. Not worried, intrigued,” Yennefer corrected him as she folded her arms and leaned back against the table, “Go on.”

Geralt shot her an exasperated look, but settled into a chair in front of Fata Bellatorum nonetheless. He took a deep breath before smoothing his hand over the cover as if waving hello. Yennefer thought she could have felt a tiny ripple of chaos, but wrote it off as a hopeful trick of the mind, biting her lip to keep from pushing him onward.

As he cracked the spine and she fell open with a slight creak, Yennefer couldn’t mistake the surge of chaos that seemed to come out of nowhere. The shock on her face no doubt mirrored his as he began to read almost frantically. The stream of energy slowed and steadied, but never faltered as chaos tends to do with unpracticed users, baffling Yennefer even more as she stared at Geralt.

When he turned to look at her he looked frightened and almost angry, “Pen and paper.”

Yennefer balked at being ordered to do anything, instead, leaning into an interrogation, “What are you?”

“What?”

Now Yennefer had to work to keep the snarl out of her voice, “You have no hint of chaos the whole time you’re in here except when interacting with the most picky tome I have and you channel it seemingly effortlessly. What. Are. You?”

“A monster,” Geralt spat, “I need to copy this down.”

“No natural being can switch their connection to chaos on and off like that. You’re no monster and I won’t ask you again,” Yennefer stood, already tapping into the source line that ran under her shop in case she needed to call upon more power than she had.

“A witcher is not natural, just a mutation,” Geralt answered through gritted teeth, noting the posture Yennefer held as he reached for a silver medallion under his shirt that was vibrating ever so slightly, “I think you’ll be interested in what she has to say, can I please have a pen and paper?”

Yennefer made sure to communicate her distrust and displeasure with her expression as she swept around the half-height shelves to snag her notebook and pen. As she handed it to him, that stupid story her mother told her nagged at her, and try as she might, she couldn’t shake the feeling they weren’t getting rid of each other any time soon.

#yenralt #yenralt fic #cheese's fic challenge #this was a rough one fam #this was harD #the witcher #the witcher au #halloween prompt #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #tissaia #geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher fanfic #geralt fic #yentralt au #yenralt modern au #the witcher modern magic au

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writesowhatnext · 4 years

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it’s so mysterious to me // george weasley

Summary: life’s a little different when your girlfriend can see the future, isn’t it george?

Request: hi! can i request seer!reader x fred/george? where she sees their futures (weasley's wizard wheezes, yule ball and knows hermione will end up with ron *wink*) but doesn't tell them anything bc changing the future is complicates? but always hints at significant points of their lives. sorry if this is very long 😭

A/N: I cut out part of the request that’s a spoiler :) also it took me like 20 minutes to spell entrepreneurial

Reader: female, seer

Warnings: accidents, death, injury, guilt, parental death, battle of hogwarts

Not knowing the future is hard. Knowing the future? Harder. You hadn’t been alive nearly long enough before you learnt that lesson. The most difficult thing about being a Seer, you see, was not actually seeing the future, but fighting the urge to change it; something you’d learnt the hard way.

When you were about eight years, four months and thirteen days old, you had a vision of your mum falling down the stairs on a Remembrall and like any good daughter, you moved it from the landing and into a box on a high shelf in your Father’s study. You’d felt good the whole day, proud even, to have helped your mother. That happiness didn’t last long, though.

When your Mother’s loud shrieking echoed through the house, and she screamed at you to call an ambulance, that something had hit your Father in the head, you realised that maybe some things couldn’t be changed. The day your dad died you got the world’s biggest reality check; the future, whilst it was yours to see, was not yours to play with. It was a cruel mistress and as you grew up, you realised more and more how complicated it could truly be.

Sometimes, you got a feel for a person; an essence of what they would become somewhere down the line. Mostly, it was just silly things. When you first met Ron, the only thing you saw was him snogging Hermione; a bunch of strange teeth cluttered at their feet. An odd one, it must be said, but you thought it was sweet nonetheless. The first time you met George, though, was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

There you sat, only eleven years old on a magical train to a faraway place where you knew nobody, not exactly filled with confidence. You’d be hard-pressed to say it helped when two young boys with red hair and the same face barrelled into your otherwise empty compartment. They slammed the door shut behind them and ducked to avoid the window, sniggering to each other, obviously unaware of your presence.

You frowned as a few older students raced past, one with red hair looking at you sharply before disappearing down the corridor, leaving you alone with the twins before you. They still hadn’t noticed you and so, with a glance out the window at the country landscape, you cleared your throat.

“Oi, George,” one said, pointing at you and nudging his brother. You offered them a weak smile as they stared at you before one shot out his hand in greeting. He was smiling, rather mischievously, and was still crouching on the floor to avoid anyone spotting him.

“The name’s George,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

And when you took his hand, his palm against yours, you saw a whole life ahead of you. Laughter, dancing, countless nights running away with adrenaline-filled grins. He looked more what your Mum would call handsome the older he got, you thought. It seemed like you’d kiss him a fair few times as well, a fact that didn’t thrill you given the fact that boys had cooties, and all.

You stared at him as you pulled your hand away, looking into his expectant brown eyes with a fair amount on trepidation before a smile lifted your cheeks.

“Y/N,” you said softly. “I think we could be good friends.”

After the train, you, George and Fred, as you learnt the other twin’s name was, became fast friends. It was hard, undoubtedly, to be normal around George sometimes; the more time you spent with him, the faster you realised that he was the love of your life and the worse it became to not do anything about it. Somehow, though, life seemed to do it for you and you spent your nights exactly how you’d imagined: racing down corridors away from the scene of the crime with breathless laughter on your lips and George’s hand in your own. By third year, the kissing had started and Fred, despite being rather fond of you, was not a fan. He groaned like a child constantly, but you could see that he was secretly pleased for his brother deep down.

On one cold night in October, you and George were sat in the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room watching the sky dance with stars.

“Hey, George,” you said quietly, your voice wavering slightly as you leant your head back into his chest and his arm circled around your waist.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied, teasing.

“Do you know what a Seer is?”

“Don’t know about a seer, love, but I know you’re quite the looker.”

You could hear the grin in his voice as you rolled your eyes, pushing your elbow lightly into his ribs.

“I’m serious, Georgie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, running his hand up and down your arm, placing a kiss into your hair. “Like in Divination, the world’s greatest and most riveting subject.”

You scoffed at his sarcastic tone, pursing your lips.

“I’m a seer.”

The air was still for a moment. His silence gave you enough time to thoroughly regret your decision to tell him, not quite sure what would happen. Gently, he turned you to the side so he could see your face and for a moment, you were struck by the softness of his eyes.

“Are you telling me you can see the future?”

You paused for a second, debating whether it was a good idea to just lie to him. Against your better judgement, you nodded, swallowing.

“You’re having me on,” he shook his head, smiling until he noticed your serious expression. “You can really see the future? Like who wins a Quidditch match or whether someone is gonna fail a test or-“

You nodded and his jaw dropped open, his mouth wide.

“It’s complicated,” you began, sighing slightly. “I can’t just… I can’t just change things. And some things make no sense until they’re happening and-“

“How do you manage to always be the coolest person I know?”

Your mouth grew dry at his words, a small smile playing on your lips as he stared at you, his hand lifting to push your hair away from your face.

“It’s a talent,” you said brightly, settling back into his chest, enjoying the way it vibrated at your joke.

“Have you ever changed anything?”

His face hardened at your shaky inhale and he opened his mouth to take back his question when you answered it anyway.

“A couple times,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his. You let the thought of your Dad weigh on you for a second before you huffed.

“I was supposed to fall for Fred, actually,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. “I thought ‘Nah’, though.”

“You’re kidding,” George said, his arm tightening around your waist and his voice slightly hesitant as if he wasn’t exactly sure.

“Perhaps.”

You hadn’t meant to tell Fred at all, especially not hours before the Quidditch World Cup, but you and George had been joking and then one thing lead to another and now you were sat down on George’s bed with the twins looming over you like parents scolding a child.

“No,” you said.

“Why not?” Fred huffed, throwing his arms in the air, not at all understanding why you wouldn’t tell him who would win the match.

“No, Fred.”

“But, why not?” he whined, pouting with his hands on his hips. You stood up, rolling your eyes at his childishness.

“Because the future is dangerous and changing it is complicated and if I tell you something, it’ll change the whole future and-“

Out the corner of your eyes, you saw George mouthing along to your words, earning a scowl at his memorisation of your well-practised speech. He tilted his head at being caught, pulling you into his side. You shot him an irritated look only to have him wipe it from your face with a kiss.

“Disgusting,” Fred huffed, moving towards the door. “You pair make me sick, as does your lack of team spirit, Y/N.”

You did break your own rules sometimes, though. Only for special causes, you told yourself. You couldn’t help but think of what you’d seen about Ron and Hermione as they side-stepped around each other the closer it got to the Yule Ball. So, as you sat there in the common room, your shoulder against George’s chest as he picked at your sleeve distractedly, you listened to Harry and Ron complain about not having dates.

“You could always take Hermione,” you suggested, trying very hard to keep your voice indifferent.

“Gross,” Ron huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m not that desperate.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling from your nose as they returned to their pity party. A finger poked at your side and you looked at George with a frown.

His eyes were suspicious as he smirked at you.

“You know, you get this look in your eye sometimes,” he said quietly so nobody else would hear. “When you know something everyone else doesn’t.”

You pursed your lips, not willing to give yourself away anymore. You turned away from him, stiffening when his hot breath fanned your ear.

“I’m on to you, love,” he whispered, sending a shiver up your back.

You tried to keep certain things on the down-low around George after that; subtlety, as ever, was the name of the game. You gave up trying to push Ron and Hermione together after a while, knowing that your meddling would only make it worse. What you didn’t give up on, though, was Fred and George. You didn’t have to be a seer to know that they would go far with their business; they were smart wizards and despite the headache they often caused Professor McGonagall, you couldn’t fault their entrepreneurial spirit. And though you expected it when they came to you in seventh year talking about leaving Hogwarts, given the fact that you’d tried to discretely push them towards the idea, you were sad to see the back of your two favourite boys.

“You should go out in a blaze of glory,” you said, staring at the floor to not give yourself away. “Fireworks and stuff.”

You’d been seeing bursts of colour for weeks at the thought of it.

“Y/N, that might be the most brilliant idea I have ever heard,” Fred said, shooting you a grin.

“Isn’t it just?” George agreed though he was staring at you with a very knowing look.

He could tell how much the war took its toll on you. He had no idea what it was you were seeing, but his heart ached at how much you were suffering because of it. It was obvious that the guilt of not being able to help was eating you alive and it wasn’t until the night after the Battle of the Astronomy Tower that you truly broke down. When you arrived at his apartment, Fred asleep in the room next door, his heart shattered at the sight of you shivering from the rain and crying so horribly that he thought you would pass out right there.

“George,” you said, gripping on to him like you’d never see him again. “I knew about Bill. I knew he was going to get attacked and I knew the pain he was-“

He shushed you gently, his hand stroking the back of your head.

“I knew, George,” you repeated over and over, your body wracking with sobs.

He thought about his older brother in the hospital and his hold on you tightened.

He didn’t need to see the future to know when the crescendo of the war was coming. It seemed as everything was leading up to this final stand at Hogwarts and though he was scared, it was nothing compared to how worried he was for you. After he lost his ear, you grew more and more unhinged. You never talked to him about it and he knew why, he understood that changing the future would have seriously unpredictable repercussions and he knew that you were haunted by every injury, every death that you didn’t prevent. The most he could do for you was be there and he spent most nights next to you just holding you close as you cried yourself to sleep. He thought they were the worst nights of his life at the time.

“George,” you whispered into the night, too afraid of the morning to look outside and see the sunrise.

“Yes, love?”

His arm pulled you closer and you were grateful for his warmth.

“You know I love you, right?”

A lump formed in George’s throat.

“Of course, I do,” he whispered reluctantly, not ready to hear your answer. “Why?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

He turned to face you, your eyes shining with tears in the moonlight. He could tell you were lying; he recognised your knowing look.

“I love you too. More than anything else in the entire universe,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and breathing in your scent. His stomach turned at the memory of the look in your eyes and for the rest of the night, he lay awake, staring at the pattern on the ceiling.

When you reached Hogwarts that next day, everybody was running. Younger students were being ushered to the basements and the elder kids were rushing around with their wands out and enchanted statues were marching out to defend the castle and amidst the chaos, your heart was like lead as you thought about what was to come. George’s hand was heavy in yours and your lie was heavy on your shoulders. You wondered if he’d ever forgive you, either way.

You’d never felt sicker than when Percy arrived. His apology was sweet and you were somewhat relieved to see the Weasleys together again despite the circumstances. It felt like you’d come full circle when Percy’s eyes settled on you, much less sharp than they had been on the train that very first day and you barely listened when Kingsley Shacklebolt divided you into groups; you already knew what your role was. George tugged on your hand.

“What is happening?” he asked, his voice begging you to tell him as his hands rested on your cheeks. You swallowed back a lump in your throat as Colin Creevey caught your eye, his young frame sneaking away from the other students that were too young to fight.

“George, I can’t tell you that,” you said, your eyes lingering on Tonks for a moment.

“Y/N, please,” George whispered. You turned to him when his voice broke and all the sight in the world couldn’t prepare you for the tears running down his face, the redness of his eyes.

“There’s so much pain here,” you said, oddly calm for the first time as you stared at him. You brushed his hair from his forehead with a soft smile and what was left of his heart broke a little more at the look in your eyes.

“Y/N-“ he began, trying desperately to find the words. He could tell that you knew too much at that moment, your young face wise beyond your years.

“I would give you the whole world if I could, Georgie,” you promised, grinning. Your insides scrambled as his shoulders rocked a little, a cry escaping him, but you felt surprisingly light. You looked to the side conspiratorially before learning up to him, his hands on your cheeks dropping as you whispered in his ear.

“We win.”

He frowned, but before he could say anything else, you kissed him hard and he fought the urge to trap you in his arms and not let you go.

“I’ve gotta go help Freddie,” you nodded, shooting him a wink. Your eyes lingered on his face for a moment, his beautiful, broken, handsome face, before you chuckled and shook your head, already walking backwards away from him.

“Your life is exceptional, George.”

He reached for you, but you had already disappeared and he was already being ushered away by Bill, who insisted that he get a move on. He couldn’t shake the thought that you were saying goodbye.

He’d been pacing the Great Hall for the best part of three minutes when he saw his mum. Voldemort had announced the armistice barely five minutes ago and already the dead and injured were being carried in. He played with his wand between his fingers when he thought of his family, not yet returned, and he pulled at the hair on his hair when he thought about you, also missing in action.

“Mum,” he huffed, running over to her and hugging her almost as tightly as she hugged him. “I’m fine, Mum,” he said, grabbing her wrists. “Have you seen Y/N? Fred? Ginny?”

“I’m here,” Ginny said warily, walking over to them along with Arthur and Bill, who each got bone-crushing hugs from Molly. They could tell George was getting antsy after ten minutes passed and there was still no sign of you. Charlie arrived almost uninjured, apart from a scratch down his arm, stopping short at the bodies of Remus and Tonks. George felt bad that he hadn’t noticed them yet, but his guilt was replaced with hope when he saw Percy come in.

He raced towards him, pushing past nurses and the other injured people to meet his brother, who he wasn’t completely sure he even liked until that moment.

“Perc,” he said with his hands hard on Percy’s shoulders. “Are you okay? Where’s Fred? Where’s Y/N?”

“George…” Percy said gently, his hand gripping George’s wrist tightly. He frowned.

“What?”

He felt sick.

“We were fighting-“

“No,” George exhaled, his eyes halting over Percy’s shoulder as Fred walked into the Hall with you in his arms.

He could barely breathe as he yanked his wrist from Percy’s grasp and ran over. Fred’s red, tear-stained face covered in the same dirt that covered you sent a sharp pain through his chest.

“No, no, no.”

George grabbed the back of his brother’s neck when he saw him, pulling lightly at the hairs on his nape. His eyes weren’t on Fred, though.

You looked cold, he thought, and heavy in Fred’s arms. Deadweight. George looked at Fred, a strangled sob ripping from his throat as his other hand fell to your face, rubbing at the icy skin of your cheek.

“No,” he whispered. “She’s fine- she’s fine. She’s not- she’s fine. She’ll wake up.”

“Georgie-“ Fred said, his voice weak as he watched his brother. Right there, in the middle of the hall, George sank to the floor, his hand sliding from Fred’s neck as he pulled at you, desperate to have you close to him. Gently, with a sigh, Fred lowered your body down, placing you into George’s arms as he sat there on his knees.

Molly’s sob rang out through the stone walls as George pressed you to his neck, his hand at the back of your head as his chest heaved. You weren’t hugging him back. Your hand dragged on the dirty floor.

Fred’s guilt gnawed at his gut as his family walked over, hugging him and placing their hands on George’s bucking shoulders in an attempt at comfort. It didn’t work.

“It’s my fault,” Fred said to Ginny as she hugged him, her cheeks wet as she ran her hands through his hair. He didn’t look at her, he just stared at George.

“It wasn’t-“

“She pushed me out of the way.”

Everyone was silent for a moment, the background noise of people milling around more than overwhelming.

“She knew,” George whispered, pulling away from you and placing your lifeless hands into your lap, his fingers trying desperately to rub the dirt from your face. He just wanted to see you smile. He just needed to see that smile. “She knew, Fred. She knew what she was doing.”

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faraway-wanderer · 3 years

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BOOKS BY ASIAN AUTHORS MASTERLIST #stopasianhate

In light of recent events and the growing anti- Asian hate in the US and UK over the course of the pandemic I wanted to put together a masterlist of books by Asian authors. Obviously, it’s not extensive and there are HUNDREDS out there, but supporting art by Asian creators is a way of showing support; read their stories, educate ourselves. It goes without saying that we should all be putting effort into reading stories of POC and by POC because even through fiction we’re learning about different cultures, countries and heritages. So here’s some books to start with by Asian authors!

Here is a link also for resources to educate and petitions to sign (especially if you don’t read haha). It’s important that we educate ourselves and uplift Asian voices right now. Your anti-racism has to include every minority that faces it.

https://anti-asianviolenceresources.carrd.co/

for UK peeps, this is a good read: We may not hear about the anti Asian racism happening here, but it is definitely happening. https://www.harpersbazaar.com/uk/culture/culture-news/a35692226/its-time-we-stopped-downplaying-the-uks-anti-asian-racism/

THE BOOKS:

· War Cross- Marie Lu ( the worldbuilding in this is IMMENSE.)

For the millions who log in every day, Warcross isn’t just a game—it’s a way of life. The obsession started ten years ago and its fan base now spans the globe, some eager to escape from reality and others hoping to make a profit.

· Star Daughter- Shveta Thakrar

A beautiful story about a girl who is half human and half star, and she must go to the celestial court to try to save her father after he has fallen ill. And before she knows it, she is taking part in a magical competition that she must win!

· These Violent Delights- Chloe Gong (I told my little sister to read this book yesterday bc she has a thing for a Leo as Romeo- so if you want deadly good looking Romeos, badass Juliet’s and to learn about 1920s Shanghai- this is for you.)

The year is 1926, and Shanghai hums to the tune of debauchery. A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. A Romeo and Juliet retelling.

· The Poppy War- R.F Kuang (My fave fantasy series just fyi- it’s soul crushing in the best way. Rebecca Kuang is a god of an author).

A brilliantly imaginative talent makes her exciting debut with this epic historical military fantasy, inspired by the bloody history of China’s twentieth century and filled with treachery and magic, in the tradition of Ken Liu’s Grace of Kings and N.K. Jemisin’s Inheritance Trilogy.

· Loveboat Taipei- Abigail Hing Wen (Really heartwarming and insightful!)

When eighteen-year-old Ever Wong’s parents send her from Ohio to Taiwan to study Mandarin for the summer, she finds herself thrust among the very over-achieving kids her parents have always wanted her to be, including Rick Woo, the Yale-bound prodigy profiled in the Chinese newspapers since they were nine—and her parents’ yardstick for her never-measuring-up life.

· Sorcerer to the Crown- Zen Cho (if anyone is looking for another Howl’s Moving Castle, look no further than this book)

At his wit’s end, Zacharias Wythe, freed slave, eminently proficient magician, and Sorcerer Royal of the Unnatural Philosophers—one of the most respected organizations throughout all of Britain—ventures to the border of Fairyland to discover why England’s magical stocks are drying up.

· Emergency Contact- Mary H.K. Choi (very wholesome and fun rom-com!)

For Penny Lee high school was a total nonevent. When she heads to college in Austin, Texas, to learn how to become a writer, it’s seventy-nine miles and a zillion light years away from everything she can’t wait to leave behind.

· Jade City- Fonda Lee (I am reading this currently and can I just say- I think everyone who loves fantasy and blood feuds in a story should read this.)

JADE CITY is a gripping Godfather-esque saga of intergenerational blood feuds, vicious politics, magic, and kungfu. The Kaul family is one of two crime syndicates that control the island of Kekon. It's the only place in the world that produces rare magical jade, which grants those with the right training and heritage superhuman abilities.

· A Pho Love Story- Loan Le

When Dimple Met Rishi meets Ugly Delicious in this funny, smart romantic comedy, in which two Vietnamese-American teens fall in love and must navigate their newfound relationship amid their families’ age-old feud about their competing, neighbouring restaurants.

· Rebelwing- Andrea Tang

Business is booming for Prudence Wu. A black-market-media smuggler and scholarship student at the prestigious New Columbia Preparatory Academy, Pru is lucky to live in the Barricade Coalition where she is free to study, read, watch, and listen to whatever she wants.

· Wings of the Locust- Joel Donato Ching Jacob

Tuan escapes his mundane and mediocre existence when he is apprenticed to Muhen, a charming barangay wiseman. But, as he delves deeper into the craft of a mambabarang and its applications in espionage, sabotage and assassination, the young apprentice is overcome by conflicting emotions that cause him to question his new life.

· The Travelling Cat Chronicles- Hiro Arikawa

Sometimes you have to leave behind everything you know to find the place you truly belong...

Nana the cat is on a road trip. He is not sure where he's going or why, but it means that he gets to sit in the front seat of a silver van with his beloved owner, Satoru.

· Super Fake Love Song- David Yoon

From the bestselling author of Frankly in Love comes a contemporary YA rom-com where a case of mistaken identity kicks off a string of (fake) events that just may lead to (real) love.

· Parachutes- Kelly Yang

Speak enters the world of Gossip Girl in this modern immigrant story from New York Times bestselling author Kelly Yang about two girls navigating wealth, power, friendship, and trauma.

· The Grace of Kings- Ken Liu ( One of the Time 100 Best Fantasy Books Of All Time!)

Two men rebel together against tyranny—and then become rivals—in this first sweeping book of an epic fantasy series from Ken Liu, recipient of Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy awards.

· Wicked Fox- Kat Cho

A fresh and addictive fantasy-romance set in modern-day Seoul.

· Descendant of the Crane- Joan He

In this shimmering Chinese-inspired fantasy, debut author Joan He introduces a determined and vulnerable young heroine struggling to do right in a world brimming with deception.

· Pachinko- Min Jin Lee

Richly told and profoundly moving, Pachinko is a story of love, sacrifice, ambition, and loyalty. From bustling street markets to the halls of Japan's finest universities to the pachinko parlors of the criminal underworld, Lee's complex and passionate characters--strong, stubborn women, devoted sisters and sons, fathers shaken by moral crisis--survive and thrive against the indifferent arc of history.

· America is in the Heart- Carlos Bulosan

First published in 1946, this autobiography of the well known Filipino poet describes his boyhood in the Philippines, his voyage to America, and his years of hardship and despair as an itinerant laborer following the harvest trail in the rural West.

· Days of Distraction- Alexandra Chang

A wry, tender portrait of a young woman — finally free to decide her own path, but unsure if she knows herself well enough to choose wisely—from a captivating new literary voice.

· The Astonishing Colour of After Emily X.R Pan

Alternating between real and magic, past and present, friendship and romance, hope and despair, The Astonishing Color of After is a novel about finding oneself through family history, art, grief, and love.

· The Gilded Wolves- Roshani Chokshi

It's 1889. The city is on the cusp of industry and power, and the Exposition Universelle has breathed new life into the streets and dredged up ancient secrets. Here, no one keeps tabs on dark truths better than treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. When the elite, ever-powerful Order of Babel coerces him to help them on a mission, Séverin is offered a treasure that he never imagined: his true inheritance.

· When Dimple met Rishi- Sandhya Menon

Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But when opposites clash, love works hard to prove itself in the most unexpected ways.

· On Earth we’re briefly Gorgeous- Ocean Vuong

Poet Ocean Vuong's debut novel is a shattering portrait of a family, a first love, and the redemptive power of storytelling.

· Fierce Fairytales- Nikita Gill

Complete with beautifully hand-drawn illustrations by Gill herself, Fierce Fairytales is an empowering collection of poems and stories for a new generation.

BOOKS BEING RELEASED LATER THIS YEAR TO PREORDER:

· Counting down with you- Tashie Bhuiyan- 4th May

A reserved Bangladeshi teenager has twenty-eight days to make the biggest decision of her life after agreeing to fake date her school’s resident bad boy.

How do you make one month last a lifetime?

· Gearbreakers- Zoe Hana Mikuta- June 29th

Two girls on opposite sides of a war discover they're fighting for a common purpose--and falling for each other--in Zoe Hana Mikuta's high-octane debut Gearbreakers, perfect for fans of Pacific Rim, Pierce Brown's Red Rising Saga, and Marie Lu's Legend series

· XOXO- Axie Oh- 13th July

When a relationship means throwing Jenny’s life off the path she’s spent years mapping out, she’ll have to decide once and for all just how much she’s willing to risk for love.

· She who became the sun- Shelley Parker-Chan- 20th July

Mulan meets The Song of Achilles in Shelley Parker-Chan's She Who Became the Sun, a bold, queer, and lyrical reimagining of the rise of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty from an amazing new voice in literary fantasy.

· Jade Fire Gold- June C.L Tan- October 12th

Keep sharing, signing petitions and donating where you can. The more people who are actively anti-racist, the better. And if your anti-racism doesn’t include the Asian community then go and educate yourself! BLM wasn’t a trend and neither is this. We have to stand up against white supremacy, and racism and stereotypes and we have to support the communities that need our support. Part of that can include cultivating your reading so you’re reading more diversely and challenging any stereotypes western society may have given you.

Feel free to reblog and add any more recommendations and resources of course!

#stopasianhate #books by asian authors #anti racism #i'm so sickened by everything that's happening and i hope that this list does encourage people to read books by asian authors!!!#ya #poc authors #fiction #i haven't all of these yet #asian writers #asian authors #masterlist #antiasianracism

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Small Mercies In Poisoned Teacups

Snapetober 2020: Day 3 - Torture a much softer take at the prompt

"Explain yourself."

"I, I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

Severus closed his eyes. He dug two fingers into his temple, trying to ward off the headache that was sure to come if he had to continue this conversation for any longer. He took a quiet deep breath and reminded himself that he couldn't accuse Potter of stealing from him without any real proof.

"You were the last one out of the classroom." Severus finally spoke, opening his eyes and staring at the green-eyed Gryffindor in front of him.

"Is that a crime?"

Severus scowled. "Specifically, you were coming out of my potion stores when I reentered my classroom, Potter."

Potter didn't say anything, merely looked defiant. Fifth year potions had just ended and Severus had been distracted at the door by a question from one of his Slytherins and when he'd turned around to ensure the room was empty so he could lock up, he spotted the fifteen year old slipping out of the supply cabinet. He didn't bother to take stock, he knew whatever the brat had taken would be small enough to miss; he wouldn't make the same mistakes he had during second year, when he had stolen a noticeable amount of supplies to brew polyjuice in secret.

Instead, he had cornered the boy before he could leave the dungeons corridor altogether.

"I didn't take anything, if that's what you're accusing me off." Potter muttered, gripping his bag a little too tightly.

"No?" Severus asked gently, completely derailing Potter's defensiveness with his sudden softness. He wanted answers and he knew just how to get them. "Come with me, Potter."

He led the boy back towards the classroom, back into the potions store. He gestured around the shelves lined with unlabeled phials and jars, at the collection of ingredients.

"I suppose I should be impressed if you had managed to steal from me." Severus mused, watching him carefully. "I would be surprised if you paid enough attention to know what half of these potions even are, let alone what they do. I don't label, you see, to dissuade halfwitted children from stealing from me. The half that do understand are usually intelligent enough to just ask. It's a pity you aren't."

"I didn't think you'd have much sympathy for me, sir." Potter muttered darkly, his voice so quiet Severus wasn't sure it was meant to be audible. Harry was staring intently at a small collection of glass bottles with mismatched labels half-scrubbed away.

"What makes you say that?" Severus asked, keeping his voice flat and neutral. He probably wouldn't have much sympathy truthfully, didn't have much to spare with everything he had to take care of this year. Still, as he stared at the bottles filled with Essence of Dittany, a strange sort of cold feeling washed over him. It was probably nothing - children get hurt all the time. It was the preference to steal than go to the hospital wing that forced his uneasiness.

Harry shrugged.

"What, pray tell, do you need the Essence of Dittany for?" Severus finally asked, masking the uneasiness with annoyance. He noticed the boy flinch in response. "Were you so arrogant to think I wouldn't figure it out? Mr. Potter, your tells are so obvious, you wouldn't fool a lemming."

He muttered under his breath.

"Speak up, Potter."

"I cut my hand, is all." Harry repeated and the angry defiance in his tone had returned.

Severus held back a sigh and led them out of the storage room. He pointed to a chair and waited until the boy had sat down until he spoke. "Then why not just go to the infirmary? Surely a boy of your status would prefer to bask in the attention of Madame Pomfrey than myself?"

"It's really not worth going to the infirmary over."

"Then why steal in the first place?"

Harry scowled. "Madame Pomfrey would make too big of a deal out of it and it would only make things worse. I can handle it on my own, thanks."

"Handle what?" Severus was only growing more puzzled, but he wouldn't let that derail him. He could tell something was absolutely wrong with the situation in front of him and he was determined to figure it out before he punished the boy for having the audacity to steal from him yet again.

He remained silent.

"Don't make me threaten you with veritaserum."

"How original." Harry scowled and then paused. He looked up at the potions master with curiosity. "Actually sir, I do have a question: how difficult is it to get your hands on veritaserum?"

"Quite." Severus answered, studying him carefully. "It's regulated by the Ministry. Unless you know how to make it, of course, but it's also difficult to brew."

Harry nodded. "So if a professor were to use it on their students, they would have to get it from the Ministry….or you?"

"What are you getting at, Potter."

"Nothing really."

"The Ministry would never sanction the distribution of veritaserum to a professor. Any potion they are in possession of and wish to use, can only be used within a courtroom." Severus decided to answer, inferencing the reason for the question. "If a wizard - professor or not - wanted it for petty use, they would have to contact a willing potioneer for it."

"I suppose any teacher here could just ask you for it, then.”

"They could. They would also have to trust that the veritaserum they were given wasn't just a phial of distilled water, wouldn't they?" Severus asked indifferently.

Harry's eyes widened the tiniest bit, but he didn't say anything.. Good. There was plausible deniability that way; he had never outright said he'd given Dolores fake veritaserum when she had banged his office door open last week, but who's to say what really happened?

He eyed Harry carefully and figured they had built enough of a rapport to continue. "Essence of Dittany." he reminded the boy.

"I told you, I just cut my hand."

"Let me see, then." Severus directed as snippets of memory from past years rose up. His job of keeping the boy alive was made unnecessarily difficult by his insistence of constantly getting into trouble. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if "just a cut" meant "I lost a limb" for the boy.

Again, Harry scowled, but this time he pulled back the sleeve of his robe and presented the back of his hand to Severus.

He blinked.

The back of Potter's hand was red and slightly swollen, streaked with wet crimson from where the fabric of his sleeve had been dragged over the still bleeding corners of the words carved into the skin. The cuts were deep and angry-looking and sure to scar over.

I must not tell lies.

He reached a tentative hand, acutely aware of the flinch he received, and studied the wound closer. It was days old, but it was also fresh at the same time.

"Essence of Dittany was a good choice." he finally spoke up.

"It was Hermione's idea."

Severus nodded, trying to keep his composure but he could feel the anger coiling in his stomach. He could also feel the hum of Dark magic radiating from the wound. Simple healing spells would be useless here, but he doubted Miss Granger hadn't already tried that before suggesting the Dittany. "How did this happen?" he asked needlessly.

He knew the work of a blood quill when he saw it.

Harry took his hand back, pulled the sleeve down until the ugly words were hidden from sight again. "Umbridge had me do lines for my detention," he shrugged casually, as if admitting to a professor torturing him was no big deal, "and she insisted I use a special quill of hers."

Severus' lips thinned. "And you told no one."

"I just told you.”

This time, he couldn't hold back the sigh of exasperation. "How long has this been going on?"

"Three days now." Harry answered. "I have her again tonight. I can handle it."

The anger was only increasing. “You shouldn’t have to handle it.” he gritted out. “You understand this is beyond unacceptable? This isn’t punishment, Potter, it’s torture.” He forced a breath. “Go, go to, to wherever you’re supposed to be right now.” He paused. “You have detention with me tonight now, conveniently at the same time you’re supposed to be meeting with Umbridge.”

“Oh, uh, yes sir.”

“Leave.”

He managed to keep himself composed just long enough for the Gryffindor to flee out of the room. He left the classroom as well and entered his private lab, seething. He would have to tell Minerva of this development, Dumbledore as well, but that could wait for a few hours. First, he needed to calm down before they accused him of caring for the brat.

He was only taking his duty at ensuring the safety and wellbeing of his students seriously. It just happened to include Potter directly, this time, but isn’t that what he’s been doing since day one? So maybe he had gotten the brat out of Dolores’ inhumane detention for the night and maybe now he was distraction brewing while he thought all of the deadly potions he wished he could slip into her morning cup of tea.

That didn’t mean anything.

It also didn’t mean anything that he summoned a house elf when he finished the nonlethal amber brew and handed over the indistinct vial. It didn’t mean anything at all if it happened to slip into Dolores’ teapot the next morning.

Besides, it wouldn’t kill her.

Unlike her, he had some sense of ethics. If it kept her too sick to leave the hospital wing for the week that followed, well, what were small mercies for students he didn’t care for.

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A/N: the original piece for day 3 felt better suited for a different prompt day so i wrote this instead (late yes) and took a lot of creative liberty with the prompt bc i didnt want to write it, i wanted to write snape & harry interacting :(

also trying to fit entire stories in a singular scene is weird and HARD. i need to write the whole thing and thats why every take ive had an these prompts get scrapped bc i realize i cant write it without devoting like a week to it

#snapetober 2020 #severus snape #harry potter #snapedom #severitus #except not really but i take content in any shape or form that involves sev looking out for harry as acceptable

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Just A Taste

CW/TW: semi public sex, fingering this piece is actually pretty kink free just hot office sex :)

A/N: So this piece was one of the first fics that I ever wrote. It's about a year old now? Not sure lolol but I figured I would post it here bc why not. It's a birthday one shot with Gojo x Reader. Hope its not awful :)

P.S. I'll also add the link to the mini Spotify playlist I made for this piece. yeeeee (under the break)

Just a Taste

The snow flurries kissed your skin as you walked further into the school grounds. You held Gojo’s gift to your chest, trying to calm your nerves. You remembered how much Gojo loved kikufuku, and you hoped he wouldn’t think you were trying too hard. The night you met him in the Japanese market he bought himself a box identical to the one in your hands. You did have to go pretty far out of the way to get them but he was worth it. You heard laughing and yelling spilling out from behind the door to the common room, a warm, inviting glow escaping from underneath. You took a breath and walked in.

As you entered the room you could see Itadori and Nabara standing in front of Gojo, holding a fistful of cake and yelling into each other’s faces. You couldn’t help but laugh, they were always going at each other while Megumi stood nearby with his hands in his pockets watching indifferently. You knew even though he looked uninterested he was definitely enjoying the show, ready to break them up if necessary. Panda and Toge were sitting at the table stuffing their face with the sweet confection while Aoi pounded the table, probably on another diatribe about another tall curvy girl he saw that he can’t stop thinking about, as Maki rolled her eyes .

When your eyes landed on Gojo he was already looking at you. His crystalline eyes tracking your every move. His hair was down. The snow white tresses just long enough to graze the tips of his long ivory lashes. You offered him a small smile. The heat in your face rose from his hovering gaze, making your insides turn cartwheels as he started walking towards you. “Happy Birthday,” you say, holding up his gift, slightly wet from the melted remnants of snow on your way in. He smiles a full beaming grin as he looks down at you, “Look at you being so thoughtful. These are my favorite!” He steps closer and reaches out to take the box from you, wrapping his hands around yours. His voice is low as he leans down and whispers in your ear, “I tend to reward thoughtfulness.”

The noise of the party seems to fade as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. He straightens up, sliding the box out of your possession and grazing the side of your face with his free hand, pushing your hair behind your ear. His hand finds its way to your chin, lifting it up to look into your eyes, “You know, you really are so cute when you’re flustered.” Of course this just makes you more flustered and you look away, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to reign in the tension building at your core. Gojo closes his eyes and laughs, breaking the tension as he tucks your gift under his arm, “Come on y/n, now that you’re here we can actually start this party.” He puts his arm around you and walks towards the cake sitting in the middle of the tables.

You walk together and scan the room, all of the students are already here and the cake has already been cut. Were you that late? “It looks like it’s going pretty well so far,” you say resting your hands on your bag. No one else seemed to notice you were here yet, but as you walked closer to the center of the room Itadori turned away from Nobara to study you. “Gojo sensei, who’s your friend?”

You wondered how he was going to introduce you. You only spoke for a little while in the market. He was asking you about which flavor kikufuku he should get and you didn’t even realize he was talking to you until he tried to get your attention for the third time. He made jokes about how good or bad the different flavors would taste and you absentmindedly wondered what it would look like to see him put one in his mouth. The thought of his hands and his lips distracted you while he spoke until he cut the conversation short and bought a flavor you didn’t even get to explain. He seemed like he needed to go somewhere quickly so you didn’t think much of it but before he left he asked you for your number, “Just in case I need some more explanation on what things taste like,” he said, smiling. Of course you gave it to him but he didn’t put your number in his phone before he walked away, so you definitely weren’t expecting him to call you and invite you to his birthday party.

Nonetheless, Gojo didn’t skip a beat replying to Itadori. “This is my date, y/n, she’s an expert at food tasting so I wanted to invite her to taste the cake all you lovely first years made.” Your eyes grew wide at the word ‘date’ but Itadori didn’t notice because Nobara started yelling again. She must’ve heard what Gojo said because she was already (loudly) explaining that the cake tasted so shitty because Itadori added too much flour. He immediately spun on her and threw the handful of cake he held in his hand in her direction. Your jaw dropped as Gojo bent over and started laughing. It only took a second for Nobara to respond, smashing a fistful of cake in Itadori’s face. The force knocked him into you and Gojo, smearing frosting all over the both of you. Gojo held onto you so you, keeping you balanced after the backwards momentum sent you falling into Megumi’s chest. “Oi. Megumi,” he said nodding his head towards the cake brawl behind you, “get them to calm down will you? I’ve got to get this little mess cleaned up.”

You look down at your clothes, and blush, that frosting had definitely done a number on your outfit. Megumi sighs in response and you hear him yelling at Itadori and Nobara as Gojo leads you out of the room. He keeps his arm around you as you walk and all you can think about is how comforting it feels to feel his warmth against your skin. You see the bathroom coming up ahead but he walks you past it, keeping his eyes straight ahead with a smirk on his face. You look back just to make sure you weren’t crazy, “Gojo, the bathroom is-,” he cuts you off, “I never said we were going to the bathroom.”

He leads you into a room that looks like a large office. The large desk at the head of the room was surrounded by bookshelves that lined both walls with meticulously organized books on each shelf. With nothing but the moonlight streaming in through the large windows behind the desk it was difficult to see much else, but the only thing worth seeing right now was Gojo. He had walked into your field of view as you surveyed the room. He’d traded in his usual ensemble for a black button down and patterned white and black pants. Only he could pull this off and look this damn good. Your eyes follow him as he reaches into the desk drawer, retrieves a handkerchief and leans back on the front of the desk, reaching his hand out to you. “Here, let’s take care of this before it gets any worse.”

You feel the warmth climbing from your insides to your face, embarrassed by how ridiculous you must look right now. You walk towards him and he leans forward grabbing you by the waist. Your inches away from his face standing between his legs as he brings the handkerchief up to your neck. Your pulse quickens as you search his face, but his eyes are trained on his hand trailing further down to the frosting on your shirt. His lips are parted when he speaks, “Humor me y/n,” his finger slides through a portion of sweet mess at the curve of your breast, “what do you think the cake tastes like?” He holds his finger out, watching you with hooded eyes, wordlessly asking you to lick it off his frosting covered digit. Your eyes widen at the question and you can feel your insides doing backflips, but the look in his eyes urge you to push the doubt out of your mind.

You lean forward and wrap your lips around his offering using your tongue to lick him clean. You look up at this through your lashes and place both your hands onto his. You feel his body tense up as he watches you. “Fuck.” He slips his finger out of your mouth and places his hand on the side of your face as he pulls you in by the waist. His lips crash into yours as his tongue explores your open mouth, still sweet from the frosting you just tasted from him. Your hands travel down his neck and grip his collar trying to diminish all the space between you. His hand moves into your hair as the arm around your waist moves further down, palming your ass through the fabric of your dress. He moans into your lips as he spins you around and picks you up to sit you on the desk. You feel the length of his arousal pressing against you through his pants as he pulls away, never breaking eye contact with you as he makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

His hands travel up your thighs, squeezing gently as he gets closer to your center, but he stops short and looks down at you, “I hope you know how incredibly sexy you are.” Your breath catches as you look away, you didn’t know what to say to that. Gojo reaches up with one of his hands, placing his thumb on your lower lip. You meet his moonlit eyes and they’re narrowed slightly from the small smile on his face. “Can I show you?” You nod your head in response, unable to let anything but your shallow breaths escape your lips. His other hand, still resting on your thigh, deftly moves your soaking panties to the side and caresses your soft entrance. Your body reacts before you think and you tilt your head back releasing a soft moan as you place both your hands behind you allowing you to move closer to the edge of the desk.

Gojo slips two fingers inside you, curling them to trigger the spot that sends you into another dimension. You grip the edge of the desk, willing yourself not to be too loud because everyone else is just down the hallway and you wouldn’t be able to show your face at the party again if they heard you fucking their teacher. His fingers are relentless, pushing you closer and closer to climax. Your moans are sounding more like whimpers now, begging him to send you over the edge. He seems to understand and uses his thumb to circle your clit. “Come for me y/n,” he says, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, “I want to see if you taste as sweet as you look.” His words ripple through you, unleashing waves of pleasure that leave your legs weak.

You’re still panting when you look up and see Gojo put his fingers in his mouth, still slick from the dripping between your thighs. “Mmm...you are sweet,” he says watching you come down from your ecstasy. You bite your lip in response and a low growl leaves his throat as he reaches into his pocket before he drops his pants releasing his fully hard cock dripping with precum. In a matter of seconds he had ripped the packet he held in his hand with his teeth and rolled a condom on before he pulled your legs up forcing you onto your back and slid your ruined panties off your legs before crossing them like an ‘x’ in the air. You hold onto the edge of the desk as Gojo grips your thighs and eases into your aching pussy. “Fuck, y/n I’m not even all the way in yet and you feel so fucking good.”

Your breath hitches as his fingers tighten around your thighs, a restrained attempt at maintaining his control. Inch by inch he’s filling you up, a slow hiss leaving his lips as he stretches your walls to make room for his length. “Fffuuck,” he groans, as he begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. You use the desk as leverage to lift your hips and match his rhythm, letting him go deeper. This rewards you another low moan, “Mmm..fuck this.” His voice comes out in rasps and he leans forward spreading your legs, with your ankles pressed into his shoulders. He buries himself into you, hitting that delicious spot, threatening to send you into space all over again. The control he had seconds before was released in every quickening thrust as his breathing came fast and shallow. You’re panting for air, soft whines escaping your lips as you dig your nails into his back in a desperate attempt to keep you from making more noise. Gojo must’ve felt it because he growls and leans down to bite your neck. You arch your back and tangle your fingers in his hair. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes in your ear as he cups the side of your face with his hand. A simpering moan pushes past your lips. You’re at your limit, the tension building inside you was about to overflow. Your plush walls tighten around him and he pushes up from the desk, looking down at you as he grips your thighs bottoming out inside you. “I want to see that pretty face when you come, baby. Let me see you.” His words push you over the edge, crashing into wave after wave of pleasure as your walls milk his cock. He was right on the edge himself, digging his fingers into your thighs as his body tensed up, “Fuck y/n...fuck...fuck…” You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he came and he dropped his forehead to meet yours.

“You okay?” he asked, still inside of you. “I’m actually more than okay,” you respond as your eyes flutter open to see him looking back at you, smiling. He laughs, pulling you up with him as he eases out of you to tie the condom off and wrap it in the previously discarded handkerchief. You hop off the desk and straighten your dress as Gojo redresses himself, eyeing you all the while. “Well, if you’re more than okay now, how do you think you’ll feel if we try going to dinner?” You turn to look at him, he had his hands in his pockets, smirking at you. You laughed from the sheer craziness of it all. This man was asking you out right after having sex on his desk. “I think I’ll feel pretty amazing,” you say, smiling back at him. You pick up your bag and walk towards him placing your hand on his chest. “Then it’s a date, ‘date’.” He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. He gives you his arm to lead you out of the room and you get a look at the mess of papers you both made strewn across the floor. “Wait, shouldn’t we clean this up?” Gojo opens the door and walks you both out. “Oh, no need. That’s not my office.”

#gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #fanfic #jjk fanfic #character x reader #character x you #Spotify

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freyaeu · 3 years

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HALSTON SAGE. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, FREYA ANDERSON-SMITH is actually a descendent of K H I O N E. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-FOUR year old KINESIOLOGY MAJOR from COPENHAGEN, DENMARK has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite GRACEFUL & SHELTERED.

hello, hello, beautiful friends ! i still need to figure out more things for freya but here’s her bio which i should have really just really written out bc i said it’d be short and sweet and my brain said, i think not ! anyway, i’m super excited to plot with everyone ♡

she knows that there was an entirely different life that she led before she was taken in by her adoptive father, she just doesn’t remember much of it.

memories come back in snippets — like the little cottage nestled in the mountains with the beautiful lake up the hill. or man with the warm smile who she called papa. she remembers the tea parties during the summer and snowball fights in the winters. but most of all, she can still hear the sound of ice crackling beneath her feet as she tried to run across the lake before falling in. how cold she felt as her body hit the water before she felt embraced by the icy temperature and everything turned black.

that aside, her ‘earliest’ memory is being cradling by khione. her icy skin providing comfort as she mused about a brand new life in a place far from the one she had known so far with a new father and a brother who would love her very much. ( the latter is to be debated ).

‘a gift’ was what she called freya when she introduced her to her new family. the hold khione still had over alexander anderson-smith being one so powerful that he didn’t even question who the small child hiding behind khione’s leg was or where she came from. he welcomed her with open arms, believing that the goddess still loved him because why else would he have entrusted her with another demigod?

while she had an extremely affluent upbringing, she didn’t rot from how spoiled she was. she always remained levelheaded, never letting such a luxurious life get to her head. perhaps because of this, she was always seen as the ‘white sheep’ — she was soft like snow, not cold as ice. while her entire family ( goddess mother included ) used whatever mean was necessary to stay on top, freya was always perfectly fine just being freya.

along with her brother, she grew up in one of copenhagen’s most elite hotels — the penthouse, to be exact, and one rarely spent any time in. while to others, the most luxurious suite in the hotel would have been anyone’s dream getaway, to her it resembled a very fancy prison cell.

instead, she’d often sneak out as a kid, watching from afar at the different gala’s that would take place in the ballroom or sneaking into the hotel kitchen for a snack. as the daughter of the hotel’s owner, there was nothing anyone could to stop her. especially considering how much of a daddy’s girl she was. freya may not have done or said anything had anyone complained but it didn’t mean alexander wouldn’t have had reacted badly.

as she grew older, her adventures in the hotel became more specific. spending hours on end learning how to cook from the best chef’s around to spending her time working on homework next to the concierge’s desk as she waited for guests to walk up for suggestions of the best places around town.

the older she got, the more people whispered about her in disapproval. she was the ‘weird’ girl who stayed after social events to help the staff out, the one who at parties sat in the corner of the room with a book stuck in her nose, the one who didn’t care about status or reputation.

while she participated in things like the debutante ball and summer camp, she only did so to please her father. as much as he wanted her to be as cutthroat as nicolai, there was an unspoken understanding that freya was interested in marching at the beat of her own drum and doing things her way.

this became evident when he pushed them to start properly developing and advancing their powers. freya, being a child, didn’t take things seriously. it was the first time and last time he ever made her cry and the only time he took the treasure chest full of books she cherished away.

by the time khione came back once again demanding they get proper training, freya was curious to say the least. camp with other demigod kids? it sounded cool enough. which it definitely was though her interests aligned more with learning as much as she could about the camp and other gods rather than training.

shortly after freya’s arrival, the two demigod’s gained a step-mom and their mutual dislike for the woman is perhaps one of the very few things they have in common til this day. freya can’t stand her. while she chooses to look the other way in regards to her father and nicolai’s behavior, the same can’t be said for her. she may not approve of how they act but love and blood connects her to them. the step-mom? no connection there.

while she excelled academically, the same couldn’t be said about her social life. despite the influence her father had, not even he could save her from falling to the bottom of the social food chain. her indifference toward the status she had due to her last name caused many to be both envious and dumbfounded at how she didn’t take advantage of it. she was pretty and rich, why didn’t she care?

the answer to that was simple, she had better things to do — when alexander came up with the idea to create a training center for his kiddos, he included a rink because children of the goddess of ice and snow~~ well, to no one’s surprise, that caught freya’s interest. despite the traumatic ( and mainly repressed ) event that happened on the ice, freya absolutely loved being on the ice. at first, it became her incentive to train, being able to spends hours afterward skating around the rink. then, alexander noticed her talent, bringing in the best coaches money could ensure she’d become the absolute best.

what started out as a fun pastime turned competitive soon after with freya spending hours in the rink, diving her time between figure skating and school. when she wasn’t training or competing, she was studying.

it wasn’t long before she became one of the most promising individual junior skaters, always placing within the top five and very easily a fan favorite. by the time she hit senior-level, it was evident that she was on her way to the olympics.

she made it as far as placing silver two years in a row in the world championships before it all came crashing down. after performing the best she’d ever done, she ( and everyone else ) were sure she’d take gold in the ladies individual’s section. to her absolute shock, she didn’t and highkey had a mini freakout moment with her ire directed at the gold medalist who she believed stole her spot. it was the one time she used her powers intentionally to hurt a mortal. the girl was fine in the end but freya still feels absolutely bad about it. she retired that same year and decided to focus on academics instead.

which is how she ended up at eonia. it was definitely a huge adjustment at first. not only did she let go of something she’d done for a little over ten years but she also said goodbye to the home she’d known since she was four. it took a second for her to settle but in the end, she found herself straying away from the sheltered routine she’d grown so accustomed from.

at least that’s what she tells herself. honestly, while she did spread her wings a little more in terms of discovering new things, she’s stuck to the same routine upon finding her rhythm. she’s extremely predictable like that.

she’s currently a graduate student in the medicine program and completed her undergrad in chemistry.

#euintro

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arewelonely · 4 years

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happi calm marauder night at hogwarts; warm jily fluff <3

(I do call a cigarette a fag here, simply bc that’s colloquial british english for marauder era, so just fyi <3)

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“Yeah, sure, and what would I do instead? Be all prim ‘n proper ‘n hold Moony’s bookbag for him?”

“Oh, psh,” Remus flipped him off. “She’s just suggesting be kinder to the professors…”

“Thank you,” Lily inclined her head in his direction. “They don’t deserve random fart bombs in the middle of their lessons!”

Remus smirked. “It was funny though.”

Sirius beamed at him and jostled him a bit in his lap, “Yes, it really was. And Prongs, you had the best aim–”

“What?” Lily leaned forward in her chair to get her face in James’ line of vision, pushing his arm down after he flung a pillow in the boys’ direction. Her fingers curled into his sweater. “You were–”

He leaned his head back, swallowed a smirk, and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, fuck. You all suck.” She curled back up, sitting against pillows with her legs flung over the arm of her oversized chair, just close enough to James’ couch that she could poke his shoulder with her socked feet if she wanted.

He went back to tossing the Quaffle up and down, the sound meshing with the crackles from the fire and Remus’ rhythmic turning of book pages.

“Where’s Peter?”

“Off with Dorcas,” Sirius said, his eyes beginning a roll, “I don’t think she enjoys our… debauchery. Hey, Prongs, pass it.”

James’ arms lifted to throw the ball and Lily watched as Sirius reached forward to catch, making Remus curl forward in his lap with his movement.

“Humph,” he grumbled, and Sirius grinned and threw it back with one hand, the other dipping under Remus’ sweater on to his stomach.

Lily pressed her lips together in a smile as James caught the Quaffle and looked over his shoulder to roll his eyes at her… Sirius often thought his attempts to undress Remus in public were subtle.

“Can’t imagine what she doesn’t want to see,” Lily drawled, waiting for Sirius to meet her eyes.

“Who?” His nose was buried in Remus’ neck.

“Dorcas.”

Sirius lifted his eyes to shoot a glare in her direction and James stifled a laugh. The night passed softly, with more banter between the boys and Lily scratching for a bit on parchment to get homework out of the way and, at one point, a rowdy group of second-years practically flinging themselves through the portrait hole, crackles of practical jokes fizzing in the air next to them, and in desperate need of shushing. James grinned at her, his stomach shaking with silent laughs, when Lily returned to her seat, her face a bit flushed but the common room much quieter with only the students peacefully studying left.

“Hey, they were us!” Sirius looked over to the young group fondly. “They didn’t need any chastising, look how much fun they were having…” His eyes became hazy, perhaps reminiscing on the days when they, too, were in desperate need of shushing and, in fact–

“Yeah, and she reacted exactly the same way then as well,” James said. He glanced over at her, shifting his position so one of his arms dangled over the back of the couch, the hint of something in his smile. “Get you a bit riled up there, Evans, eh?”

“No,” she huffed, lifting her chin, “I’m fine.”

“Mhm, sure, you’re perfectly calm.”

There was definitely something behind the dimple now, and Lily furrowed her eyebrows, searching his face. “Oh, no.”

“What?”

“You would do that shit to get my reaction?”

“What shit?”

Oh, fuck James Potter. His stupid fake oblivious face, the eyebrows high on his forehead, his dimples twitching every other breath because he was so pleased with himself, that little tap he always did on the bridge of his glasses, like a fucking pat on the back.

“Hey, don’t say it was all Prongsy there, we were instrumental,” Sirius said, pulling her attention away briefly.

“Yeah, as a body, sure,” Remus said, putting his book down. He tilted his head to glance up at Sirius, “but James and I are the masterminds, eh, Prongs?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and cuffed him gently on the ear, while James eagerly agreed, his eyes still twinkling at Lily, who took a deep, embarrassingly shaky breath at how wide his smile was.

“No, Wormy and I are just as much–hey, Wormtail! Come-‘ere! We’ve got a prick on our hands...”

But Lily was focused on James, and on his eyes, as they jumped from hers to her lips and oh, that boy, he was staring at her chest now, and back up…

“I like when you get riled,” he said softly, and she shook her head, smiling, at him. “Hey, Pete, how’s Dorcas doing?”

Lily watched him for a bit as he feigned indifference to her stare, chatting with his boys. She attempted to pick her homework back up, but found she could no longer concentrate, too invested in Peter’s stories and the easy way in which they all relaxed with each other, Peter now sprawled out on James’ couch, his legs in her boyfriend’s lap.

“Hey, Moony, you’ve got a fun fag on you?” Peter raised his eyebrows a few times.

“In the room, yeah.”

“You fancy it?”

“Hm, yeah, why not. Pads?” Remus swung out of Sirius’ lap, picking up his pile of books and rolls of parchment.

“Yeah, sure. You all coming, or?” Sirius gestured towards James and Lily. He quickly pivoted, though, to grab the book that was dropping from Remus’ overflowing arms, then poked him in the back with it.

James glanced over at Lily and amusement flashed across his face before he declined, waving them off and scanning the now empty room. Remus and Peter’s chatter faded as they ascended the stairs, and with one last whoop! from Sirius, all was silent. James stared at her for a second, then got off the couch and placed her homework on the ground, filling her hands with his own and crouching himself over her.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey,” he ducked his head into her neck and pressed a series of quick kisses there.

“You like when I get riled up,” she stated.

“Yes,” he nodded seriously.

“You’re obnoxious.” She curled her fingers into his collar and pulled him closer.

“You’re beautiful, Evans, and uncontained, and not thinking before you speak, and free,” James said. “I love seeing that.”

And oh, what was she supposed to say to that? “Thank you” didn’t really seem like enough, not when this boy was telling her that he actually got her, and had understood her longer than she had previously thought, but she tried to murmur it anyway and push their lips together, her finger dancing on his cheek and jawline and the other hand tangling in his hair.

The rim of his glasses was cold on her cheek and her nose, but the skin under his shirt on his back was warm, and so were his hands spread out on her stomach and slipping under the straps of her bra on her shoulders to be able to pull her closer.

“Hey, wait,” he pulled back suddenly, and Lily frowned and kept her fingers on his jawline, not letting him get too far away. “I mean, I know that you do sometimes get riled up and whatnot, but you don’t mind being with us, do you? Like how Dorcas doesn’t really…”

Lily was shaking her head before he even finished, “oh, no, no, I like you all. I like your energy; you’re my friends,” she clutched him closer at this last word. “You lot can be a bit much sometimes, but I like it, I like you guys, and you listen to me if you’re going too far.”

“We do try,” James said.

“Well, I mean, there isn’t much I can do about it when you’re chucking fucking dungbombs on the spur of the moment–”

“Hey, now, this was a very well planned dungbomb chucking,” James said, his eyes going serious in spite of himself, “we made sure to get the perfect timing–”

“To chuck it at a professor–”

James sat back a little bit more at this, his hands pulling out of her shirt to rest at her hips, “a professor who is an arsehole to the muggleborn students.” He stared at her. “A professor who doesn’t teach fairly.”

Lily’s lips parted and she wet them briefly. “What?”

James nodded, his mouth closing. He leaned back even more, his eyebrows knotted up. “Listen, I know you don’t like me fighting your battles, but, Lily, I had to do something–”

She reached out and clutched him around the back and neck, her grip fierce and her inhale deep and annoyingly shaky again, but it really wasn’t her fault when he just had to be so fucking kind and wellmeaning all the time.

He kissed her neck and then her cheek and then paused in front of her face. “It’s okay?”

“I know you can’t live with yourself if you don’t do anything,” she huffed out a laugh and gave him a wry smile. “And dungbombs are pretty good as far as fighting back goes.”

James grinned and pressed his hands to her cheeks, kissing her breathless and “I threw them so well, Lily, you’ve got no idea” and his hands were everywhere and his hair was so good to tug his mouth back to hers from her neck and oh damn his tongue was sweeping against her own and then his hand found her hand and they linked together, pressing in between their bodies, her other hand happily at home on his jawline and his leaning against the back of the armchair to hold himself up. He bit her lip and she sighed, his hand gripping hers more tightly because he knew she liked that, and he pulled back, smile so wide and she shook her head.

“You’re too nice.”

“Hm.”

“You are,” she insisted, one of her hands back under his sweater and pressing into his skin.

He leaned down to her neck again and she inhaled, leaning back and undoing their hand-hold so she could grip his shoulder. James picked his head back up again and stopped in front of her face.

“You’re lovely,” he told her.

“Hm,” she said.

“You are.”

#jily #jily fic #jily fluff #lily x james #james x lily #hp #harry potter #writing #gn mes amours

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get a matchup for jujutsu kaisen please?

Appearance : 5'4 ace/heteromantic girl ambivert.Dark brown hair/eyes (I wear glasses but they are also sun glasses because bright lights give me a headache) a little chubby/muscled and pale skin+permanent smirk/smile/ neutral face. Plump lips. My style varies a lot (always comfy) but I never wear dresses heels/makeup. I love to imagine outfits with symbols from fandoms or my own drawings so I have a rather unique style (most of the time I wear a NASA jacket and leather boots/sneakers, I also love sleeveless turtleneck) who changes a lot. I have malleable cheeks and tiny hands/fingers/wrist.

MBTI: INTP-T and chaotic neutral/good

Zodiac: Gemini sun, Taurus rising, libra moon

Enneagram : My dominant is type 5 then 8. Quizzes says that I am a 5w6 or 8w7

Personality : .Sarcastic,a little naive but I have a backbone (don't bother flirting with me and if you feel that I am flirting with you which happens a lot then it's just my personality and on the rare occasion I notice they have to confess or I won't believe it) ,calculative,protective,creative,expressive,manipulative,a devil's advocate,prideful,charismatic, smartass, bookworm, daydreamer, a little insensitive/blunt because I'm more on the logical side ,vengeful, mischievous, a huge tease, open minded, very curious, gets annoyed easily, impatient (unless it's in drawing because I am a perfectionist there) so kind of a bad temper, observant but not romantically,sadistic to a point but my conscience prevents me from doing these acts. Indifferent to many things, morally...unique as my moral compass is on the neutral side I don't believe in absolute evil/good.

With my friends I am either laughing, goofing around or annoyed. I love to give bad puns or cursed ideas who are gore/weird and saying I know y all love me. Those who don't talk to me see me as a nerd aggressive smart and blunt person ( even prideful) and strangers as polite and kind. I notice a lot of details because I don't let my guard down even if I daydream plus I have a photographic + sound memory and they work very well in all situations which can be a bother when I try to concentrate which is difficult for me because I get distracted easily. Also I have very weird reflexes so...anyone who approaches me by surprise gets hit, any sudden movement and I already have my leg/arm going their way which got me into a lot of trouble.

Dislikes: I fight for my beliefs. I have trust issues so I never talk about my problems and will use humor when confronted. Bright lights. Cooking. Slow things or people. When I get teased in a mean way (otherwise I actually like being teased it's a fun fight after). People who change side easily and hypocrites. Overly serious people. I tend to be aggressive and expose an annoyed face easily (I am moody), plus I hate orders and love pressing buttons it's funny(in a fun way rarely in a mean one) unless it's a sensitive subject. When I feel that I am unwanted or someone insults me or take me for granted I become very cold and distance myself and the relationship becomes strained the more they take time to ask for forgiveness, something I might give but will never forget.

Likes: I love cats/laughter/sweets/pranks/dark humour/ a true crime and Supernatural enthusiast and I love science especially concerning space, chemistry, robotic and psychology. Books, sleep, drawing and video games too. Cherries. Sushi.Oh and debates I love them. Surprises too I hate routine and runs away from it. I like making character analysis which I often get right but never show to the people around me because I know they will trust me less.

Hobbits : Reading, getting lost in a book, drawing, learning, debating, daydreaming, sports (I practice karate and shooting), art (piano/drawing/writing especially poetry) and video games

I have some bad habits like biting my nails (I just got rid of it by painting them black)/lips and moving my leg up and down because I am always nervous, disorganized room/sleep and eating schedule plus I am lazy. Also I might try to hide it but I am very competitive and a sore loser

Fun fact : I dream a lot and write my dreams. I don't mind nightmares on the contrary I welcome them because I find them to be a nice experience and they give me ideas plus the amount of emotions you can feel is amazing. I also tend to curse while talking.

I rarely get motivated but when I do I give a very good work and put my soul in it, if I don't reach my goal I feel down for a while and become very snappy.

I am a lazy student (hell if I don't feel like writting I don't especially exercises that I understood) but also at top of my class so none says anything (i can befriend people easily if I want to, teachers included). My projects are often done last minute or just improvisation but I get a good mark at them which means that yes sometimes I can become arrogant and I don't really know what it feels like to study really hard and fail sorry. But I know it will bite me later. I often argue my way out of a situation with anyone : I know the exercise why should I write it? If I told you the answer then I know how I got it and you know it too no need for me to write the correction. Mum the brain is a muscle too so I am in fact exercising.

When dealing with an emotional person I don't know what to do I will try to give them words to keep going, it succeed but I am rather harsh plus I try to make jokes to cheer them up.But if a friend breaks down before me I will do my best to cheer them up (ahem jokes and reminding them of all the success they achieved) and if I am comfortable and they want a hug I will give it. I hate people who denies that others helped them.

My love language is gifts, quality time, a little act of service and affection in private if comfortable. I also love to send memes saying it reminds me of us/you and holding pinkies.

Please can you not consider geto,mahito, nanami, todo and junpei as matchups I am uncomfortable with them.

I am stubborn, moody (one day I can be really cold/snappy to the person because I am in a bad mood but I apologize after) and can be perceived as unloving even if it's not the case, well sometimes but I usually love affection despite me never saying affectionate things.

Thank you very much for your time! 😋

AHHH THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !! this is my first jjk one i hope you like it !!

i won't be answering it in order lol i do it on memory then go back to make sure i got everything i hope that's okay !!

as for your matchup.... ITADORI

so a lot influenced my decision on this, first thing being

your mood, you said repeatedly how you can get moody and we all know itadori our precious bby is a ball of sunshine and very easy going. he would totally understand me give you space if you needed it and just try his best to help you feel better if something is bothering you :)

he would LOVE to link pinkies with you and spend quality time with you

our baby is a resident ISFP so you two def have similar aspects

he would love your pressing buttons/hating orders part of your personality bc i feel like it would lead to several clashes between you and some of the teachers and he would think that's SO FUNNY OMG

he also loves your sense of humor and there is never a dull moment between you two

if you were comfy with it, he would love to hear about your dreams because he thinks it's so cool that you write them down

please let him paint your nails he would love it

he would send you memes too x10 this boy has endless memes in his phone, you're guaranteed a laugh when you text him.

he would totally appreciate your way of cheering people up because it's exactly what he needs

you best invite this boy to anything karate related because he thinks it's SO COOL i mean we all know he has natural abilities but putting it into a martial arts form is s o amazing to him and he really admires you

don't be surprised if he asks you to draw him

IF YOU LEAVE HIM POETRY OR A LOVE NOTE HE WILL MELT ON SPOT. GONE. ASCENDED. EVAPORATED.

he loves your style and think you look so badass

i totally hc itadori somewhere on the ace spectrum, probably demi

dates??:

VIDEO GAME DATES

going and getting sushi together in the middle of the night low key just sneaking out

ARCADES

nights in watching crime shows or supernatural he absolutely LOVES occult stuff as we know he would probably make the two of you try a ouija board

COOKING DATES you two would make dinner for the first years and gojo every now and then and all the praises go to your cooking it's so good

all in all, itadori is the calm to your storm, you two mesh together very well and he loves you with his whole heart

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING HAVE A GOOD MORNING/DAY/EVENING/NIGHT !!

- cas :)

#mars on earth #itadori #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk itadori #jujutsu kaisen itadori #jjk requests #jjk matchups

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blackgirl0nline · 4 years

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Colossus x Reader (Fluff)- The Bachelor is Always a Bad Idea

I haven't written anything in so long its embarrassing. But there was this stupid Instagram post, and the need to write something that spurred me onto finally finishing a written piece.

God damn its good to be back

Warnings: none, fluff mainly, it gets oddly existential at the end bc I wanted to kind if flesh out Colossus's personality and what he believes and why. + Ik when you write x reader pieces it's best to make the reader as bland a character as possible so anyone can fit in their shoes. But I quite enjoy when the "reader" has a bit of personality, it personally makes the peice more enjoyable to read. So this took me two days to write enjoy...

Word Count: 2043 (I'm so sorry)

The suspicion started once the Bachelor cut to commercials.

Sat wrapped up in fluffy grey blankets you stilled in your nesting area. A few seconds ago you were perched comfortably on the leather bound couch, wooden frames cushioned by what seemed like miles of not too soft not too hard innards. What are couches made of anyways? You're mind abandoned that thought as a telltale chill swept into the room accompanied by the sounds of large metal feet pounding on the atrium's welcome matt; all of which told you your big metal boyfriend was finally done shoveling the snow.

Glorified Russian boy scout, your mind cheekily insulted him as you wondered what type of person it took to shovel the mansion's walkways blanketed by miles and miles of heavily packed snow, for literally no other reason than the kindness of their own heart. It wasn’t like the kids were lining up to take strolls around the various pathways stretching out like tendrils from the building.

Its too cold for walking. Its too cold for anything but staying inside you big shiny idiot- by which I mean, its too cold for anything but staying inside you big shiny love of my life. You scoffed at yourself, sucking up to him in your own internal dialogue was so unbecoming. Where was your spunk? You're feistiness? Your wit? Piotr Rasputin, you're an undeniably bad influence on my quirkyTM attitude, you thought, He's making me soft, too mushy gushy. You had half a mind to tell him yourself, wondering how he might react. Probably like a first rate Gentleman. My prince charming, a perfect, rule abiding metal behemoth of a man.

Whatever weirdo conversation you were having in your mind halted once the show came back on, rose ceremony drawing your attention back to your half baked suspicions… As if on cue Piotr's knocking could be heard as a lightly thudding on the door to the common room.

"Come in." you mumbled awaiting the upcoming conflict. Maybe conflict isn't the right word you thought as he smiled at you softly before moving in his own time, not too slow, not to quickly, purposefully, mindfully, perfectly. You decided on the word confrontation feeling the winter cold cling to him. No doubt he would be hell to cuddle with before he warmed up. As he sat down he made a considerable effort to give you space if you wanted it, he was wearing this large red corduroy sweater sent home from his family. The only reason he wasn’t with them during the winter holiday was the considerable lack of X-Men at the mansion.

With most of the students gone home to see loved ones, most teachers on specific hush hush missions- or vacation, the mansion was unnervingly empty. You didn’t see many people throughout the day unless you looked for them. It was quiet, no classes going on, no fights breaking out, no pranks, no emergencies. Nothing but training and self entertainment.

Entertainment… you thought looking back and forth between the reality show and your hunk of man meat. The question formed on your tongue while you found yourself involuntarily sliding into Colossus. Which felt kind of … odd, you were still sitting cross legged, and still wrapped up in your perfectly fluffy blanket, but you were slowly and undeniably moving towards the giant who made the couch dip in a bit where he sat his massive chrome-covered ass down. What type of metal is that anyways? Your mind wandered before focusing clearly as some blonde with a beautifully fit body was sent home by the titular Bachelor.

You're eyes narrowed and your purpose was clear. Confrontation time.

"Have you ever watched this show?" You asked, your body's sliding finally halted by his very firm side.

"It is a… reality show right?" he asked his arm migrating the short distance from the top of the couch to drape over the top of your shoulders, pulling you in closer to his cold but not too cold body.

"Yeah. The Bachelor is some guy who a bunch of women compete against to see who'll end up marrying him. " Your eyes trained on him studying his expression- indifference maybe. That you could forgive, it was a stupid drama tv show that, while entertaining didn't mean much to either of you. What did matter, what held weight and gravity and was important, was how he'd answer the next question.

"I know this sounds kind of dumb but," his hand rubbed it's way up and down along your arm, reassuringly of course. But you weren't nervous, not really, just ready to know how he'd wiggle out of the verbal snare you were setting up.

"Don't be nervous dorogoy, ask your question". The way his lips curved into a smile, as his eyes softened as if to communicate the comfort he seemed to embody in every part of him. That tone, his features, his mannerisms, all of him was a big ol' flashing neon sign, twisting glowing letters spelling out a, "trust me It'll be okay". You signed letting go of the tension that permeated the air with its sticky, thick presence. Chuckling to slice the pause open, you bulldozed through the emotional tidal waves with the question of the day:

" If you were the bachelor, and I was a contestant, would you choose me?"

"Absolutely." He didn't hesitate, he didn't pause, it was said with such a confident rush of casual certainty that it almost stopped you're upcoming verbal onslaught. Almost.

You used your arms to push off of him, his arm raised to allow you ease of motion.

"No, no, but I mean, before we met each other." He looked down, realizing you weren't 100% joking around trying to get a good laugh out of him.

"I like you malishka, if that's what you're asking", the assurance in his voice was comforting, but to you its seemed like he didn’t get what you were asking, not really. You rose up from your little nest of blanketed comfort and turned to face him.

"But that isn't what I'm asking," seeing a reckoning on the horizon he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his large sturdy thighs , "I'm asking, if I was one of a many women competing for your love, would you pick me withought knowing me before the competition?"

"Yes I think so. I'm attracted to you because of your personality and your charm and your charity and kindness and feistiness and humor. Your a very specific type of woman zolotse. And I like who you are."

He once again responded quicker than you would have liked, so you found yourself shifting your weight to your back leg, hip jutting out in a showy display of playful antagonism. Your emotions were a mix right now teetering on the edge between wondering honestly if he was lying to please you, or truly this indifferent towards your concern, regardless of how small or stupid it seemed, you wanted an honest answer from him.

" Thanks Pietro, but-"

"y/n I think watching drama shows are having an effect on you" he pokes smiling in that charming way he does, glittering teeth, and glittering eyes and glittering personality. Dammit, you needed answers.

"Just, tell me the truth. What if there were women who were surgeons and doctors, smart women- or one of them was an artist or -" that was your point you thought, not that you weren't good enough, you were good enough, but for him? What if another woman was better for him than you? Did he honestly never consider the possibilities?

"Yes but you're a hero. You use you're power to help others. That's very admirable."

"What if I didn't have powers?" There it was. Clarity, you could see that the got it, that he honest to god understood what you were trying to get out of him.

"What if you were an alien, what if you had five feet what if, what if! These things don't matter because you're not an alien and you don't have five feet and you do have powers. I fell in love with you because you were the type of person I wanted to be, someone who gave their lives up for others- and to make it all better, you have the most attractive personality I've ever met. Even when you're upset with me over some silly show. And for the record, I'm not lying to you. I wouldn’t lie to you to make you feel better- this is what I believe."

Your posture softened and he made a beckoning motion before drawing you into his lap. Everything seemed less hard, your emotions, your conviction, your disdain. As his lack of understanding dissipated, revealing the heart of your concern. As you rested against him he pulled up the blanket to keep your warm.

"I know this will sound totally stupid and clingy and like I'm a hopelessly romantic airhead-

"I could never think less of you for asking me the truth. Never." he promised by kissing your forehead, leaving a warm mark of his patience, a silent promise to get to the bottom of this emotional conundrum.

You had to say it, it was the heart of the discussion:

"You don’t think we were made for each other." The show kept playing on indifferently.

"No. I don’t believe in things like that." His words didn’t comfort you, but they didn’t hurt you either. He was being truthful, and that was worth more than its own weight in gold. "Its not inevitable that we would have found each other. But how lucky then am I to have met you. If our lives could have played out differently, I might not have ever crossed paths with you, we could have gone years and years withought meeting, and would have been just as happy."

There was nothing you could say to that, there was very little going on in your mind as you sat and processed his words, your mind engulfing the meaning and interpreting the sounds.

"But that’s not to say I don’t value you immensely. You’ve made my days more beautiful and vibrant and wonderful. But to dwell on what could have been, or what might have been, or what never was? What a waste." His voice came through with the emotional weight you had been after.

There he finally was, your big metal man, not perfect or pristine, just honest and practical. He was human, he was just as venerable to the aches and pains of what ifs as you were and that was all you had wanted.

"You don’t believe in fate." Your voice croaked out, the silence of discovery weighing heavily on the room

"No," His arms wrapped you in closer, "But I believe in people, doing the best they can in a world that is random and scary and unpredictable. I believe in appreciating what you have. No one was ever meant to do or be anything. Isn't it freeing, that we get to choose that all on our own? I wasn’t destined to fall in love with you dorogya, that was all you. That wasn’t the universe or the stars or destiny. That was two human beings, meeting and showing each other the depth of their compassion and good nature." The show was about to end. Maybe 5 or so minutes, you snuggled into him until the credits began. Standing up to get something to drink or eat or anything that might go along nicely with the weight lifted off your shoulders.

But you were halted by his joking tone coming through, "How about me printsessa? Would you have chosen me?" you rolled your eyes continuing on your way towards the kitchen harboring the real mushy gushy, feely answer from the budding philosopher.

"Depends who the other contestants were." you quipped sass bleeding desperately through each syllable, you wouldn’t let his openness subvert your quick witted replies.

You'd keep to yourself the truer answer, shrouded in tender assurance, a teary, of course Rasputin, I'd choose you every time. You turned for a second seeing him chuckle as the credits rolled across the mansions' TV.

#colossus #colossus x reader #piotr rasputin #piotr rasputin x reader #fluff #dumb prompt turned into a deepdive into a coolio character

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isadcrajade · 4 years

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💀 * [ barbie ferreira + cis female + she/her ] —— have you met isadora oliveira ? they are a twenty-one year old sophomore currently studying fashion design & merchandising. they live on keating house, and word around campus is that this aries is loyal + warm, as well as self-objectifying + obsequious. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. chocolate covered strawberries, gothic platforms, lingerie under leather jackets.

hiii bbies it’s me (gabby) finally here again to post this finalized, messy version of isa’s intro! she’s a brand new never-been-played muse of mine so it’s def bound to be a bit more scattered & less developed than ezra’s, but also much shorter? so i mean there’s a bonus lmao alright here we go:

so isadora (also known by many nicknames such as isa, izzy, iz, & dora the explora if ur trying to piss her off vgbjhksjs) was definitely not brought up in a world of prestige and recognition like the one she’s become so accustomed to in attending holloway university

growing up in the small town of lisbon, maine the only reality isa knew during her childhood was that of living as the only child of a woman who was (TW) both a compulsive liar & and compulsive hoarder. their house was floor to ceiling with things her mom collected as well as garbage built up over time- her condition had already driven isa’s father out of the house when she was just three years old, and she never had a relationship with him as a result

she was still fairly young when she realized the true severity of her own situation, just how abnormal it was compared to that of her friends. she missed out on so many rights of passage during her upbringing like birthday parties, sleepovers, etc. for much of her life her own living space / bedroom were just as bad off as the rest of the house, given her mom’s inability to keep from passing her hoarding tendencies onto her daughter. isa simply didn’t know any better at the time. to her, that was normal.

not only was her mom a compulsive liar & hoarder but she was also extremely neglectful, often leaving isa to her own devices in the dangerous environment they called home. as a result of this she (TW ED) developed harmful coping mechanisms surrounding food, regularly overeating to combat negative feelings of loneliness, and this went on from the time she was just a little girl all the way until she was in high school

high school was rough in many ways- she suffered depression, anxiety, experienced bullying at the hands of the more popular kids for her weight & her mother’s financial situation, and was all around extremely isolated from her peers- the only person she really had to depend on was her cousin (WC) . she had so much respect and envy for her cousin, they had more of a sisterly dynamic than anything, she was just so gorgeous and everything she did just seemed so effortless, to the point isa couldn’t help but idolize her and consider her a best friend.

like, remember when spongebob said he hoped that by being in squidward’s presence some of his artistic ability would rub off onto him? that was deadass isa & (WC) in high school jhbksnjs my girl was so sure if she just spent enough time with her she’d inherit some of her pretty & cool

high school was also where she reached a turning point when it came to her home environment, able to put a name to her mom’s condition after years of struggling with her strained and toxic relationship with her mom, and ultimately changed the rest of her life. she stayed the night at (WC’s) one night and after she fell asleep, isa stayed up watching TLC- it was there that she first discovered the TV show ‘hoarding: buried alive’ and realized there was a name for her mother’s infliction- but more importantly, learned that there was help available for her condition

when she went home to excitedly tell her mother that she’d basically discovered a cure, a means to change everything for them... she certainly hadn’t been expecting the reaction that came: her mom, who’d always been so indifferent toward her, so lethargic and uninterested in what she had to say, was suddenly listening very clearly- and she was not happy. isa had never heard her mom scream like that, had never really heard her express any heightened emotion, but it was in that moment at 17 years old, just a few weeks away from her 18th birthday, that she realized what she needed to do. she had no choice but to make plans to leave her mom behind.

the final weeks leading up to the big day she was counting on as a turning point consisted of her cleaning out her own space, little by little, enough that she had somewhere to set up her secondhand laptop and webcam. blowing out the candles on her 18th birthday cake came with wishing for a whole new life, and she was determined to make that for herself by any means necessary.

(TW SEX WORK) isa spent half her 18th year in her room working as a successful camgirl, showing everything but her face, & of course always being careful not to dox herself. she eventually earned enough money to start buying herself nicer clothes, but it didn’t take her long to realize she wanted more from life than just rotting away in her hometown. she bought herself a higher quality webcam to keep making money... and a nice sewing machine, something she’d always dreamed of owning.

all her life she’d been drawing and sketching as a means of escapism, it’d always been therapeutic to her to be creative and conjure up unique designs for outfits in her mind, drawing models in all shapes and sizes to represent her fantasy outfits. but she never felt like a visionary, even though anyone with an eye for fashion who got a look at her work could see that she had the natural talent and potential to be.

isa had been an a straight-A student her whole life despite having almost no support at home from her mother growing up, and with plenty of encouragement from (cousin WC), she plucked up the courage and applied for holloway university, with ivory falls being far enough from her hometown of lisbon, but still in the same state so that she could go and see her mother from time to time (bc although their relationship is quite strained now, she still loves and worries about her)

the next summer she received her acceptance letter at holloway u for the coming fall semester, and the fact that she’d been able to make it into such a prestigious school made her feel so proud of herself that she completely underwent a massive arc of character development; evolving into someone so much more confident. realizing that plenty of people found her desirable as she continued to earn money through cam shows had been part of that transformation, but realizing she was talented enough to get accepted into the fashion design and merchandising program at her dream school had a completely different effect on her.

( TW BODY IMAGE ISSUES ) isa decided that as she entered college, she was no longer going to be the meek, insecure girl constantly playing the role of the doting, loyal fat best friend to the ‘prettier main characters’ she’d always been sidekick to- she told herself that she was the main fucking character in her life from here on, and has spent her entire college experience up to this point just,, navigating as she figures out what that really means to her

still has a terrible underlying tendency to be overly-loyal and a bit obsessive with girls she closely befriends, if she has any kind of jealousy towards them. but ! is a lot more confident than she used to be, and it shows in the way she dresses and carries herself, as well as in her long-term goals (to transfer to FIDM for her final years of university)

( TW ED MENTION ) as a young adult, she’s mostly she’s replaced the compulsion to deal with her body image issues by using food to cope that she had as a teenager... by using sex to cope instead, so she’s definitely a bit promiscuous but does her best to keep that Her Own business

personality-wise she has a massive heart & is loyal to a fault but is also wild AF & loves a good time! never rly dabbled in drugs until she got to college but since then has acquired an interest in trying everything under the sun, even if it’s just one and done. mostly though she just likes to get really drunk & stupid. used to feel like she was constantly living in her cousin’s shadow, & in some ways she still does, but she’s trying hard to make herself believe that she’s reached a place where she won’t be playing second fiddle to anyone, ever again

i’m gonna shut the hell up now & stop pretending i know this character better than i do bc i deadass do not jbhnjss like she’s literally brand new so lemme go head & leave plenty of room for development!

same story as ezra i’ll have a full connections page posted for her soon but in the meantime some ideas i have are: friends, frienemies, ex friends, high school bullies, classmates, old high school friends, people she gets fuckt up with on the reg, people she hooks up with on the reg (any gender, she’s bisexual / biromantic), someone she had a crush on in high school / has pined for from afar maybe?? someone who used to watch her cam shows?? someone she almost kinda dated but Not? someone who she hooked up with while they were dating someone else?? idk that’s what i have for now but there’ll be more where that came from <3 xoxo like this or hmu !

#holloway.intro #this is a hot ass mess #but i'm rly excited to finally play her x

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