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rosewinterborn · 5 years

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11/11/11

I waited too long to do this, so now I have 44 questions to do. RIP. Tagged by @writersblockandapotoftea, @arwallace (I know you tagged @expositionpreposition but it’s easier to do it here!), @shit-she-wrote, and @atinydino

Cap:

Who was your childhood hero?

Honestly, probably JKR. Again, RIP.

If we didn’t start the fire, who did?

People like my dad who say “millennials” like it’s a derogatory word probably

What made you start your wip?

Reading too much Dresden Files and also looking at magic academia posts on Tumblr (Gutter Witch); Reading Eragon (Companion to Dragons); Wanting to make an open magic world (Witches Anthology); Reading too much Stucky fanfiction (Fractal); Listening to the Magnus Archives three times through in a month (CHAF3k); wanted to go on a magic adventure with my high school friends (Children of the Light)

Hogwarts house?

Gryffindor!

Star Trek or Star Wars

Star Wars, though I like both

What was your pre-teen bop?

Uhhh Taylor Swift’s whole second album

If you could have a fantasy creature as a pet, what would you pick?

A dragon about the size of a cat that could sit on my shoulder and talk to me

What’s your pet peeve?

Feeling like people are upset with me but won’t talk to me about it

Dracula or Frankenstien’s Monster?

Haven’t read Dracula so Frankenstein’s monster, I guess.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve said to a friend?

I mean I had a conversation with two lesbians about dildos yesterday, soooo

If you had to murder someone, who would it be?

No one. I honestly don’t think I’d be able to live with myself after.

A R Wallace

Which book(s)/series would you compare your current WIP(s) to?

The Dresden Files. Though I did have someone say it was like reading a better-written Mortal Instruments. I was tickled.

Would you be willing to adapt your WIP into a movie one day? Why or Why not?

Yes. Please. Let me see my work come to life.

What is your ‘writing ritual’? (do you make sure you’ve made a cup of tea, sit in a particular spot, etc.)

I don’t have any particular ritual, I usually just try and seize the energy when I have it. Right now I am trying to sit at my actual desk to work, though, and during school if I had anything that I desperately needed to get done I took my ass to a coffee shop and told myself I wasn’t allowed to leave until it was done.

How much has writeblr helped you with your writing?

It helped me find a writing community that inspired me to get back to work after the depression had taken it away from me. I’m not as active on writeblr as maybe I could be, but the writing discord I found through it has been a lifeline.

If you could be one creature (real or mythical), what would you be?

A dragon. But like, one of the ones that can shapeshift. I also like being human.

Sum up your favorite WIP in one sentence

Oh god I’m supposed to have a favorite? That’s not gonna happen…

Gutter Witch: Local teens sick and tired of prophetic bullshit

Children of the Light: Estranged assholes learn to love each other again and also stop the apocalypse

Fractal: Hell on Earth in so many ways

Companion to Dragons: Girl’s asshole father sends her and her sister on a suicide mission and thinks that’s the end of it (surprise!)

Witches Anthology: literally a whole bunch of short stories so I’m not gonna try

Which of your characters is your favorite?

Whyyyyyy idk in GW probably Hunter, he’s fun to write. Overall maybe Sterling, my enby necromancer in the anthology

Which of your characters is your least favorite?

Hunter’s mother. Like honestly, every time I write about her she gets worse.

What do you believe is the most overused trope in your WIP’s genre(s)?

Melodrama.

Favorite season?

Autumn

If you could travel anywhere in the universe, where would you go?

Several places in Europe, in no particular order.

Eva:

1. What’s the first story you remember writing?

A story about a cat and a mouse becoming friends.

2. How has your taste in books changed since childhood?

I’ve tended a lot less towards high fantasy. I think it’s too much of an energy investment to try and understand the worldbuilding right now, whereas you can usually just jump into urban fantasy. I’ve also gotten a lot more interested in horror.

3. Do you see any similarities to your favorite books in your work? If yes, what are they?

If I’m being real honest, most of my wips are direct rip-offs of stuff I’ve read/watched/listened to, at least in the first draft. I usually try and direct my obsessions into creative energy at some point, with differing amounts of success.

4. What sort of music inspires you?

Stuff with strong beats/baseline and vaguely rebellious lyrics. So like, lots of Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy. But also trailer music like Epic Score and Two Steps from Hell

5. Favorite book?

These are the most evil kinds of questions you guys.

I can’t think of any published books I’d call my absolute favorite, but I do have a handful of fanfics I read on at least an annual basis: War, Children, by Nonymos; To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most of All, by perfect_plan; and Schroedinger’s Romance by lesbuchanan

6. Favorite mythology (Greek, Norse, etc.)?

Probably Celtic? I’m really rusty on it though

7. Dream vacation?

A long, long trip through Europe without having to worry about money

8. Favorite writing snack?

I don’t really eat when I write because its too much of a distraction :P

9. What tea do you drink the most while writing?

Irish Breakfast

10. Do you have a special writing cup, that you drink tea out of specifically when writing to fill you up with inspiration?

I have a couple I’m more likely to grab, like my Night Vale Community Radio mug or my white Starbucks mug with the gold lettering

11. Write your favorite quote from your recent wip!!

Just outside the beam of light was a circle of what looked like black paint, tiny sigils scratched into it, shimmering uncannily in the dark. Wisps of that grim light drifted from the sigils to the figures at their center, dancing around Mara’s hands, clutching at Hunter’s shirt. Anywhere they touched his skin, blood seeped from a new laceration, sluggish and dark and horrible.

“Hunter,” she breathed.

Then she heard him.

“Run, Cady,” he croaked. “Tell my mom...she’s a bitch.”

Ames:

1. What’s your favorite season and why

Autumn! I love rain and also that it’s not super hot or super cold

2. What’s your favorite food?

Bread.

3. Who’s your favorite character in your most recent WIP?

Hunter Bishop, asshole extraordinaire

4. Do you hide easter eggs in your writing? If so tell me a few.

Hm. If I do, I don’t consider them easter eggs, just references. Though I did have someone in my creative writing class ask if the sandwich my protagonist was eating was based on one served in one of the restaurants on campus (and he was right)

5. Would you prefer your WIPs to be turned into a movie or tv series? (feel free to tell me about more than just 1)

Gutter Witch should just be a movie, and I’m leaning towards that for Witches as well. Fractal could go either way, though I’m leaning towards TV show. Children of the Light could go either way. CHAF3k will hopefully be a podcast at some point.

6. If you could have a writing studio anywhere with anything in it, what would it be like and where would it be?

I like the nook I have, though I think I’d adjust the height of my desk chair and add a coffee maker and a closer bathroom so I don’t have to walk all the way across the apartment. Oh, and I’d get a massive whiteboard so I can go all conspiracy theory on my wips.

7. What music do you listen to to get you in the zone? (the writing zone)

Trailer music! Epic Score and Two Steps from Hell. I can’t listen to music with lyrics while I try to make the words go.

8. What’s your worldbuilding process?

Panic.

But actually, I think of the aesthetic I’m after and then try to make everything build off of that. Along the way I usually try to figure out what thing I’m consciously or unconsciously basing it off of so that I can make necessary changes.

9. Who are your most influential authors?

JKR (sorry), Laini Taylor, Juliet Marillier, Tamora Pierce

10. What’s your favorite kind of cookie?

French macarons

11. Give me your favorite excerpt for your recent WIP!

“I wanted to talk to Madge.”

“Madge is dead,” Hunter said, confused.

“I’m aware,” she said. “I asked Death to take me to her, but she said she couldn’t and suggested projection instead.”

Hunter turned from the stove with the most dumbfounded expression Cady had ever seen outside of cinema. “You asked Death,” he repeated.

Cady snorted. “Yeah. I asked Death.”

“The cosmic power, Death.”

“The cosmic power, Death. We’re good friends. She comes over for tea on occasion.”

Hunter stared at her, expression halfway between disbelief and suspicion. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you,” Cady said. “Death is the whole reason I came to this Coven. She sent me here when I was thirteen.”

Hunter sank back against the counter, looking almost faint. Whatever he’d been cooking began to sizzle alarmingly. “Death has been...in this apartment.”

Cady nodded.

Not tagging anyone else on this one. I’ve learned my lesson lmao.

#tag games

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thejokersenigma · 6 years

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader x Joker - OneShot Request - Two Guys

Ok, this is a request given to me by another lovely anon:

Can I request for a oneshot where both loki and joker loves the reader and fight for her. I love them both equally so I am leaving up to you whom the reader will choose because honestly I can’t decide.

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to do this request! I’ve been a bit busy, and it’s rather long! haha

I probably did this slightly differently to what you probably meant, instead of the two guys actually confronting each other, I kind of went for a more fluffy version - if you want me to do something more confrontational I can give it a go - I just wasn’t in the right mind when I went to write this!

If you don’t like the idea of combining these characters, you can probably get away with just reading the part with character you like in it! They don’t really cross over much!

Hope you like it anyway!

(4941 words!)

If you want to be tagged in anything, let me know

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN

MASTERLIST

“Two guys?” Cathy demanded.

You nodded guiltily. “Yep. And I have no idea which one to choose.”

“Oh, what a shame, two guys fawning over you…” Your friend teased you as your sipped your coffee.

“They are not fawning over me.” You scowled. “They’re just two really amazing guys – and they’re complete opposites of each other as well - It makes it even harder to choose.”

“What do ya mean?” Cathy asked, eager for the gossip.

“Well… one’s just really funny, and out there, the other is a bit more reserved, but is really witty.” You tried to explain.

Cathy nodded along to this, then frowned, “But surely you prefer one over the other?” She pushed.

“Well, sometimes, I think I do, but then the other one does something really sweet and it just confuses me even more!”

“Oh! Isn’t life unfair?” Cathy teased, grinning over the rim of her mug at you/

You scowled at her again, but you couldn’t help your lips turning up into a smirk. She was right, this was a ridiculous problem to have, especially when, previous to this, you’d never even been in a serious relationship. “Just shut up and eat your muffin.” You ordered with a half smirk.

“Alright, alright,” Cathy grinned, holding her hands up in surrender, “But seriously, what are you gonna to do? You can’t keep seeing both of them. Well…actually….” She hinted shooting you a cheeky look.

“No, no.” You said firmly, “I wouldn’t, and you’re right, I do need to decide, it’s just soooo hard when they’re both perfect!” You whined.

“Do they know about each other?” Cathy asked

“Not that I know of…” You said, taking another drink.

“Ok, well, how about you have a little fun…” She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you mischievously.

“What do you mean…?” You asked warily.

“Tell them both the situation – that you’re also seeing another guy – yeah? Then explain that you wanna go on one more date with each of ‘em, and then base your decision on that!”

“Ya know I do actually want to keep one of these guys, right?” You asked her with a raise eyebrow. “The goal is not for both of them to hate me at the end of this.”

“I’m not saying explain it exactly like that, but if they truly care about you, then they’ll wanna fight for you!” Cathy exclaimed, “And plus you’ll get two great dates out of it!”

“You’ve got quite an evil little mind; do you know that?” You said smirking at her.

She grinned proudly, “That might be so, but so do you, because I know you’ll do it.” She winked, then glanced at her watch. “Ok, I’ve gotta go,” She said, pushing her chair back, “but we’re going to meet here same time next week, and you are going to tell me exactly what happens.”

“Yes, Captain.” You muttered sarcastically, shooting her a smirk as she stood up, wrapping her still-uneaten muffin in a napkin and then storing it away in her handbag for later.

“Good girl.” Cathy praised, patting you on the head as she left.

You sighed heavily at the task you had been given, turning your attention back on your coffee.

And so, a week later, you were back at the same table, with the same coffee order, with Cathy sat across from you with her usual hot chocolate and a piece of carrot cake this time.

Cathy hadn’t touched her drink or the cake yet, instead watching you with excited eyes. When you finally sat down she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“So?! Come on! I’ve been waiting all week for this!” She exclaimed. “It’s the only thing that’s been getting me through the stacks of paperwork!”

You laughed at her desperation.

“Come one! Spill!” Cathy insisted.

“Alright, relax!” You cried, widening your eyes at the eagerness of your friend.

“Ok, I’m good, I’m calm…” She reassured, you, taking a breath, “But I won’t be if you don’t spill the details soon.” She warned, staring you down. “So, who did you go out with first?”

“J. I went out with J first.” You told her, sipping your coffee.

“And…” She pushed.

You rolled your eyes at her impatience, but you couldn’t help grinning as you thought of everything you had to tell her about.

When you finally told the two guys about each other you didn’t mention any details like names – you didn’t see the need – and you honestly breathed a sigh of relief when neither of them had dumped you on the spot.

You had worried about Loki - he had looked hurt at the idea of you guys not be exclusive, even though you’d only been on a few dates, but the look had only lasted for a moment before his eyes had filled with a fierce fighting determination that might have scared you if you didn’t know the man.

J had taken it better, but he had still suddenly become overly protective, clearly not liking the idea of another man touching you. You had reassured him that it had only been a few dates and nothing intimate had happened, but it only seemed to slightly sooth him, still keeping his hands on you for the rest of the evening. He seemed determined to erase the ‘other guy’s’ touches on you.

You hadn’t told Cathy any particulars about the guys - you hardly felt you could considering who they were – ‘J’ being the insane murderous criminal the Joker, and Loki being the ‘God of Mischief’ from a completely different realm.

Yes, you attracted the odd ones.

But despite their rather questionable pasts and presents, it didn’t stop them being the best guys you’d ever dated, and the first people you could actually see you having something of a future with. It did, however, mean that you had to get them to promise not to do anything unlawful or murderous to the ‘other guy’ in an order to get ahead in this small competition you had somehow set up.

They had both reluctantly agreed.

Your first date had been with J and it had been arranged for 3 days after meeting with Cathy.

You had been confused at first, when a black 4x4 had pulled up outside your building early that morning. You didn’t pay it too much mind until your flat was buzzed, and J’s voice came over the speaker. You were already dressed for work which you had to leave for in about half an hour, and you wondered if he had just stopped by to cancel the date that evening for some reason – probably some heist that couldn’t wait an evening or something. You hurried down the stairs to the pavement outside where you found J in his usual purple overcoat and a matching hat pulled low over his face.

You saw his grin appear from under the brim of his hat when he caught sight of you. “Hiya, doll.” He called “Ready for our little date?”

“Right now?” You asked in surprise.

“Why else would I be here, princess?” He asked with a raised eyebrow

“But its 8am! I have work in half an hour!”

“That’s why you’ve called in sick for the day.” J grinned mischievously.

“What?!” Your frowned, you hadn’t called in sick.

“Don’t over think it, doll.” He purred, stepping towards you, his hands on your hips and his eyes roving over you. “But you are a bit over dressed for where we’re going, kitten…” He observed, changing the subject before you could protest any further.

A few moments later, you had changed into more practical clothes and were now in the car next to J being driven to wherever it was he had planned.

What he had planned, it turned out, was a day at the carnival.

Except it wasn’t your usual carnival bustling with children, parents and circus folk, instead it was completely deserted. You had to momentarily wonder if it was abandoned, but everything was in relatively good shape, no extra rust or disrepair then would be expected from an in-use carnival. J must have either rented it for the day with the millions you knew he must have from his ‘work’ or had just threatened the owner until he complied.

You didn’t have long to dwell on which of these was correct, as J was already dragging you into the middle of the fair.

You had never been the biggest fan of things like carnivals, all previous experiences not being the best thanks to the noise, mud and sheer number of people that came with them, but, like this, with no queues, no ridiculously loud screaming children and no sharp bruising elbows shoving you away, it was actually quite fun.

You ran from ride to ride with J by your side, willing to give anything a go, though you drew the line at the haunted house attraction – not putting it past J to pull a cruel trick on you in the dark - then feasted on popcorn and candyfloss that J told you to help yourself to from the abandoned food stalls, telling you it was all taken care of when you tried to protest.

You weren’t sure how much you believed him, but you did it anyway, J encouraging your more rebellious side.

You then moved onto the game stalls, J easily beating you on all of them – though even if he didn’t, you had a feeling he’d still walk away with the biggest prize. You, however, refused to take anything more than the prize you had officially won – usually the smallest one.

The final game you played was a simple balloon pop – throwing darts at pinned partially inflated balloons stuck to a wooden board. J’s aim was, of course, brilliant, and he even threw several darts with his hand over his eyes - though you wouldn’t have put it past him to have been peeking through his fingers. He won a huge cuddly clown that he gave to you with a grin, and, in return, you won a small plastic water pistol which you gave to him with an equally large cheeky smile.

The two of you nearly the whole day at the carnival, finally ending up Ferris wheel as the sun began to sink below the tarpaulin tents. You almost felt like you were in a movie.

When you finally decided to call it a day, you were exhausted and presumed the date was now over. J clearly didn’t though. Instead of the 4x4 you had arrived in waiting for you, J’s flashy sports car sat by the curb, the paint shining in the sunset.

Before you knew it, you were sat in one of the pristine leather seats, hurtling down the streets of Gotham back towards the city centre and in the opposite direction to your flat.

“Where are we going now?” You asked with a laugh, watching the city blur past your window.

“Well, doll, if this night is all I have to prove you’re my girl, then I’m pulling out all the stops.” J grinned with a knowing twinkle in his eye. His smile was infectious, and you soon found yourself grinning back in excitement.

After a brief ride, J pulled up outside the largest and flashiest casino you had ever seen. You’d heard about its grand opening on the news a few weeks ago, but you would never consider going to it – you didn’t know how to play, and it wasn’t like you had the money to waste on gambling.

J handed the keys to a smartly dressed valet, then led you into the building. This time, the place wasn’t empty, instead J seemed to want to show you off to as many people as possible.

He kept his hand on the small of your back, directing you through the luxury hallways to the back where he had a change of outfit waiting you. It was a beautiful dress, but far more revealing then you had ever worn, or would ever have chosen to wear. You were nervous when you had to finally leave the room you’d locked yourself in to change - stepping out gingerly on the high heels you had been handed - but you soon found J waiting just down the hallway, and the way his eyes darkened as he took you in made you forget most things.

J led you back to the main halls, keeping a firm grip on you the whole time. He let you choose where to go first, and he seemed to have very little problem with you wasting his money on the various games as he murmured how to play in your ear – occasionally dropping in a few comments that made you giggle and blush.

You had initially tried to assure him you’d use your own money, but you had quite quickly lost the small amount of your budget that you could afford to waste on the night, and after that he had insisted on paying despite the fact that you continued to lose nearly all the chips as soon as you had been given them.

You felt embarrassed at all the money you had lost, but J continued to push chips into your hands, preferring to watch you play and mutter things to you as you lost, then to play himself and win most times.

There was a point when you managed a string of wins and finally earnt back some of your loses, and after this you decided to call it a night for you, happy to hand around J’s shoulders with a fancy fruity cocktail as J made back everything you had lost and more.

It was as your head began to droop onto J’s shoulders, that it was finally deemed time to call it a night.

The period in which you were conscious seemed to blur together and you didn’t remember making it to the car, but somehow you did, and the engine soon lulled you to sleep until you awoke in J’s arms whilst he carried you up the stairs to your flat.

You vaguely thought about how he must have gone through your bag to find your keys, but you never finished the thought, too out of it. You tried to get him to put you down, but J refused, not sure how steady you would be on your feet, and content to keep you in his arms for as long as possible as he carried you the rest of the way.

You resigned yourself to his stubbornness and snuggled deeper into his chest, closing your eyes again, not seeing any problem with this in your drunken state.

You remembered hearing the click of the keys in your front door and J then J was laying you down on your bed, dropping your handbag by your bedside table. You found it hard to keep your eyes open, despite how much you wanted to, seeing J lingering for a moment by your side. He then bent down and lightly brushed his lips against yours before you must have been lost to sleep.

“You past out on the man?!” Cathy demanded.

You nodded embarrassed, “In my defence, it was like 4am and I had drunk a lot!”

“And the next date?” Cathy pressed, already eager for more.

“Alright, give me a chance!” You cried, taking a gulp of your quickly cooling coffee.

You had arranged to see Loki on the Friday night, two days after your previous date. It had taken you almost the whole of the previous day to recover from the night with J and work had no trouble believing you had been ill the day before.

You spent Friday both nervous and excited for that evening. You weren’t sure how Loki could top the extravagance of your night out with J – not that you were sure you could handle another night like that this soon – but you were still just looking forward to seeing him again.

Loki could have magicked himself into your building, or even into the flat, but instead, at exactly 7pm, your buzzer sounded, and Loki’s smooth voice came over the speaker.

You couldn’t help but smile in excitement.

“I’ll be down in 2 minutes!” You called, and then ran around shoving things into your bag before rushing down to the pavement outside where Loki stood patiently in a sharp Midgardian suit, staring out into the darkened street - looking rather intimidating if you hadn’t known better.

He turned to face you when you opened the door, his face softening at the sight of you, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Heya.” You greeted, unable to help yourself smiling back.

“Hello.”

“Look, I’m really sorry about this whole situation – “

“No, its fine.” He dismissed, “I welcome the challenge to prove myself to you.”

You smirked at this. “And how do you plan to do that?”

Loki grinned mischievously. “Let me show you.” He said slyly, holding out his hand for you to take.

You knew what would happen the minute you took it, but that didn’t stop you, and sure enough, the minute you touched him a green and gold mist began to surround you.

Loki had teleported you several times in the short while you had known him, but you still couldn’t help closing your eyes at the air rushing against you and the weird feeling that you weighed nothing.

When the air around you seemed to calm again, and the heaviness returned to your body, you opened your eyes, now finding yourself on a street lined with darkened shops. They were all long closed for the night, except the one you stood directly in front of, the light from the windows pooling out onto the pavement at your feet.

You titled your head up to read the sign over the door, seeing it was a bookshop.

Loki stood by your side, watching your face, your hand still in his.

“Why are we here?” You asked, now dropping your head and peering through the large front window at the rows of bookshelves.

“Is it not obvious?” He asked, and you could hear the slightly smirk in his voice.

“The shop?” You asked, glancing across at him, still confused.

He nodded, stepping forward and pulling you after him as he led you into the store.

You weren’t sure how he’d managed to get the shop to stay open this late - and you were pretty sure you didn’t want to know - instead you just let him lead you into the narrow store. You immediately lost yourself in the smell of the paper and almost closed your eyes to breathe it in. The lighting initially had seemed bright compared to the darkness of night, but now you realised it was actually quite dim, that, coupled with the red carpet and dark wood, created a warm and cosy atmosphere.

Most people might have thought that wandering in an empty bookshop at night was a weird date, but, as Loki pulled you deeper into the store - which surprisingly went much further back then you had thought - you soon found that becoming lost amongst the maze of bookshelves, with Loki close beside you, or drifting silently down the rows nearby, felt surprisingly intimate.

You spent what felt like hours first perusing the books, then finding the hidden cubby holes in the store, soon finding yourself becoming more playful and starting to creep down the aisles of shelves, trying to peer at Loki through the books without being caught. You were rarely successful with your sneaking though, most times his eyes flashing to meet yours before you could duck out of sight and having to bite your lip in an attempt to not laugh.

Loki soon joined in on your game and, of course, was so much better at it then you were, moving so silently that, unless you somehow managed to catch a glimpse of him, you had no hope of knowing where he was.

Finally, Loki snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your chest, making you squeal and squirm in surprise. He pulled you back against his chest, feeling the vibrations of his chuckles and watching as the green and gold glow returned and the bookshop faded from view again.

When you felt able to open your eyes again, you found you were now stood in complete darkness, only knowing you must be in a room because you couldn’t feel the cold breeze of the night. Loki’s arms remained around you as the room slowly lit up – almost like someone was turning a dimming switch – to reveal a completely empty ballroom.

“Where are we now?” You asked, slightly out of breath from your giggles and playful struggling.

Loki didn’t say anything, instead spinning you around so that you faced him, never letting you out of his arms, your chest now almost touching his as one of his hands moved to your waist, the other taking one of your hands. He then began to spin you slowly around the hall.

You couldn’t help grinning, and it felt like your heart had swelled to twice its size. “You know there’s no music, right?” You teased, trying not to sound as knocked off your feet as you were.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and a symphony suddenly began playing out of nowhere. You couldn’t help letting out a burst of laughter, hanging your head at how ridiculous this was, Loki continuing to spin you endlessly around.

You had never really danced like this before – the younger generations of Midgardians having long forgotten this form of dancing, but Loki led you confidently, keeping the steps simple, and you soon got the general gist, only missing a few steps every now and then.

For a while the music was relatively energetic and fast, but just as you began to feel quite out of breath, the tune effortlessly turned softer and slower, the pace of your dance altering to fit the beautiful melody that now played. The two of you barely moved from one spot, merely just swaying now and Loki bowed his head to look at you.

You suddenly became incredibly shy and found yourself unable to meet his gaze, instead keeping your head down, staring at his buttons on his back suit.

Loki tugged you closer, your chests meeting now, and you looked up, his eyes dark in the shadows cast on his face from the dim lighting.

You blushed and looked away again, his stare making you feel all sorts of things.

He didn’t force you to look at him again, content for the two of you to just be close and sway.

Eventually he leant his head down to your ear. “Are you hungry?” He asked gently.

“Uh, sure.” You murmured, glancing up at him in surprise at the sudden change in topic, but now he mentioned it, you were starving.

He must have read that in your face because he gave you a small smirk and you suddenly found yourself stood in the hallway outside your flat.

“Oh.” You murmured to yourself, was the date over? Was him asking if you were hungry a way of asking if you wanted to finish the date?

You didn’t look at Loki, your heart having plummeted to the floor. You were being silly. Just because the date was over didn’t mean he didn’t like you, why did you feel so sad then? You fumbled for the key in your bag, pulling it out and opening the door to your apartment. You then finally turned to Loki to wish him goodnight - if that’s what he wanted - but faltered when you noticed he was now holding what looked to be a picnic basket.

“Wh-?” You started.

He lifted the basket. “Dinner.” He explained. You felt your cheeks heat up at your mistake and the sweetness of the gesture - thankful for the darkness of the corridor.

When you didn’t move, Loki leant past you, pushing the door open, and gently pushing you into your apartment with a hand on your back.

Except, it didn’t look like your apartment anymore.

You don’t know how he couldn’t possibly have had the time to do it, but candles sat on every available surface, emitting a soft glow in the darkness and the furniture in your living room area had been pushed to one side, leaving a large empty space of floor that had been filled with a pile of comfy looking cushions and a blanket.

“I thought it would be a bit different.” Loki shrugged when you looked to him for an explanation. You couldn’t help grinning, happily taking the basket off his arm and heading to the cushions.

“So?! What happened?!” Demanded Cathy.

You shrugged, desperately fighting the urge to grin uncontrollably. “Just your usual evening meal.” You said taking a sip out of your now stone-cold coffee.

“Sure…” Cathy muttered, clearly unconvinced. “So, you had the two dates, which guy ya going pick?”

You raised an eyebrow at her, straight to the point as always for Cathy, no hanging around.

She continued to just look at you, not at all fazed by your unimpressed look. “Well?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Well… I guess… uh…”

“Do you not know?!” Cathy exclaimed, “I told you, you needed to decide by today!”

“I know you did! But you’ve just made it even harder by telling me to set up this stupid competition between them!” I grumbled, “They’re both great guys, and they were both great dates!”

“Yes,” Cathy drawled, “But you must have felt more for one than the other.”

You rolled your heck in exasperation. “I don’t know.” You groaned.

“Well, you need to.” Cathy said firmly, “Look, hun, you can’t just keep stringing them both along like this,” She said, her voice becoming gentler, a look of pity on her face. “Think about this really carefully.” She insisted, “There must be a difference between them, and you gotta like one more than the other.”

You tilted your head back, closing your eyes as you thought about it. “Ok…” You sighed after a short while. “I guess J… he’s - I dunno – he changes me a bit. I feel like I’m – like I’m a different person around him, ya know?” I asked, Cathy just watched me, waiting for me to continue. “He’s not – not forcing me to change, but I’m just more outgoing - more daring – when I’m with him – I mean, I’ve never called in sick to work before when I haven’t actually been sick.”

“Oooo, so daring!” Cathy teased, and dropped your head down to look at her, rolling your eyes at her sarcasm. “And the other guy?” She pushed.

“But Loki,” You sighed heavily again, now looking out the window on your right, staring without seeing at the people wandering down the street. “I – I don’t change around him – and I don’t feel like I have to either.” You admitted. “He just seems to know me – like the bookshop, the floor picnic, the lack of people…”

Cathy raised her eyebrows at you but didn’t interrupt.

“I love how J brings me out of my shell,” You confessed, more to yourself now then Cathy, “But – and maybe it’s just me playing it safe – I think I prefer how Loki just naturally fits to my personality…”

You trailed off, turning back to Cathy again only to see her grinning widely at you.

“What?” You asked.

“Sounds like you know exactly who you’re choosin’” She beamed.

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t help the smile that forced itself onto your face as you blushed. “Maybe…” You mumbled, dropping your head to hide your face and staring into the remnants of the coffee in your mug.

“Oooo.” Cathy giggled, “I’m so happy for you! When are you going to tell him?!”

You looked back up, “Oh no, I have to tell J!” You grimaced.

“Don’t focus on that right now!” Cathy reassured you, “Focus on being able to tell this Loki guy that you love him!” She grinned with a wink at you.

“Love him?” You questioned wide eyed.

“Of course,” She insisted, “Oh it’s so easy it see, hun!”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. You love ‘em both, but when you talk about him your eyes light up just that little bit more.” Cathy told you with a mischievous knowing smile of hers.

“If you knew that, then why didn’t you tell me a week ago?!” You demanded.

“I couldn’t exactly be sure.” She shrugged, with another wink, “And you can hardy say you didn’t enjoy those dates.” She grinned.

“You’re unbelievable.” You muttered.

“Maybe.” She smirked.

You rolled your eyes again, then glanced at your watch. “Right, well I need to go.”

“Oh, where are you off to?” Cathy asked, intrigued.

“I have a date.” You said simply. “With Loki.”

Her jaw dropped. “You’d already made your decision before you came here, hadn’t you?” She gasped. You shrugged with a gleam in your eye. “You’ve already broken up with that J fella…” You nodded smugly. “You already told Loki…”

“Actually, no.” You admitted, “I’m off to do that now.”

“You are unbelievable.” She told me with a wide grin.

“Maybe.” You smirked, standing up and unhooking your jacket from the back of your chair. “Same time next week?” You asked pleasantly.

Cathy nodded, “Oh, one last thing.” She said as you went to turn away. “Does that mean this J guy is available?” She asked teasingly.

You simply rolled your eyes and left to meet Loki.

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Everybody Hurts (George x Adora)

I guess when people are hurt - really, really hurt - they kind of lose their common sense. And that's about my only explanation for what had happened. There we were in that shabby-looking old room, and the next thing I remember … is, well, silence. I’d been crying, crying about Charlie leaving, being jealous of Evanna for spending time with him during her internship, blaming myself for the whole mess, and George, he’d been complaining about Lyssa and their breakup, about what she’d said to Danny, about Danny in general, about the nice little scene we’d stumbled on earlier, about how she’d apparently just moved on without a second glance. And then, well … silence. I was still sitting there on the old sofa, tears all over my face, my hair a mess, my dress all dusty from following George through moldy and creepy old secret passages. And George was sitting across from me, looking so angry and hurt, and he, too, had dust over his dressing robes. And there it was - the silence. The thoughts. The need to hurt back the people who’d hurt us. The sudden urge to show them that we didn’t need them. That we were perfectly fine without them. And the second I had those thoughts, I looked into George’s eyes and saw them widen, realizing that he, too, had those thoughts. And that’s when I knew that there was nothing I could do about what would happen next.

Okay, fine, I have to admit, there’s always something you can do to prevent stuff like that from happening. Unless you’re on drugs, which we weren’t. But if you don’t want to fight it, if you’ve lost everything in one night and you think you’ve got nothing else to lose, well … try to fight it, won’t work. Didn’t work in my case. But then again, I didn’t even try. I just went along with everything that happened next.

We kissed – or, to be more accurate, we were all over each other. You couldn’t call that kissing anymore. It was more like, well, kissing, touching, groaning, well, you get the picture. And the ripping of clothes. Which, actually, is a lot more difficult in real life. Books usual describe it as a one-sentence-action. Believe me, takes a lot more time than that. Especially if those clothes happen to be Christmas Dance dressing robes. Good thing we had our wands. Magic really helps a lot sometimes.

Well, I guess I’d never thought this would ever happen. To me, of all people. With my ex-boyfriend’s brother. But in that very moment, I couldn’t care less. It felt wonderful. It made me forget. There was no more pain, no more hurt, no more bad feelings, doubts, blame, worries. There was just … well, us. The things we did. Primal instincts had taken over. I was living the moment, going along with whatever happened next. This was so much better than all the pain I’d been going through just a few minutes ago. I wanted this to last forever.

However, it didn’t last forever. The next morning came. And with it, naturally, came guilt.

Thinking back, I’m still astonished how different things can get. Looking back, I can see the innocent little princess falling for her first crush, trying not to be pushed into something she didn’t want to do, experimenting with kisses and a little bit of making out. I can see her going through her first breakup and then realizing she’d been in love with her best friend for a while now, entering a more mature relationship, becoming a woman, thinking about a future together, a life together. Then in all came tumbling down like a house of cards, when her prince decided that saving the princess from dragons wasn’t all that great – but working with dragons oh so amazing. So the princess got left behind for bloody dragons and turned to, well, to keep it in royal terms, the jester for comfort. Comfort turned out to be not so comforting, since the jester had his own problems to deal with. In general, the lesson learned is – well, love sucks. Never fall in love. Never let yourself care. But we’re only human and it’s in our nature to care and to love, whether we’re muggleborn or witches and wizards. It’s also in our nature to make mistakes, and sometimes, primal instincts just take over, no matter how old or how experienced we are and no matter that we should know or do know better. In this little fairytale, the princess and the jester spend the night in a dusty and cold old secret room in the castle, and since fairytales are usually read by children, I’ll just say ‘spend the night’. However, you’re not a child, so I guess you get the picture. And sometimes, well, fairytales have not-so-great endings. Or, as we know from certain lyrics, fairytales can go bad.

And so I woke up, with an aching back from the bloody old sofa and a murderous headache, looking around that shabby old room, taking in the dust and the pieces of clothing thrown all across the dirty floor, and George’s warm (and naked) body right next to time. I tried to close my eyes again, hoping that when I would open them again, I’d wake up fully dressed in my own bed, alone, or preferably with Charlie, who would tell me that he’d finally chosen me over Romania. But of course, when I opened my eyes, the picture remained the same. Me. George. Naked.

Next to me, George began to stir, and when he finally opened his eyes and took in the same view I’d just seen, a few seconds of awkward silence passed.

“Ahhh … morning”, he finally said, slowly pulling himself up into a seating position on the sofa, still next to me.

“Umm … morning”, I replied; trying to cover myself with my arms and hands, since I was still, well, naked. At least George noticed that and got hold of my midnight blue ball gown, covering both of us with the smooth fabric.

“Soooo …”

“So …”

Gosh, it was really, really awkward. There was nothing left of the raging emotions from the night, nothing left at all expect guilt and shame and the nagging question of what would happen next.

“So I guess we really did it …”

“Looks like it …”

“Hmmmh, I think I have a really clear picture in my mind of you trying to dig your non-existent fingernails into my back, screaming my name. So yeah, we definitely did it.”

I think I turned beet-red when he said this, desperately searching my mind for an answer. I didn’t … did I? I had a lot of blurry pictures in my mind, but I couldn’t recall any specific situation.

There was a grin on his face and he playfully pulled at one of my tangled curls. “I’m trying to lighten the mood here”, he explained. “You look like you’re about to start crying.”

“I’m not!” I indignantly said, slapping his fingers away. I wasn’t some silly girly-girl who’d go all teary-eyed on him now. What had happened was my fault as much as his. I knew that.

“Good for you.” He was becoming more and more the George I knew, now that the first few awkward moments of realization had passed. “You know, you should consider yourself lucky. Fred and I did a survey once. 70% of the girls here at school want to … well, they want to shag a Weasley twin at least once during their time at Hogwarts.”

He looked at me expectantly and I rolled my eyes at this, hoping Fred would never go as far as telling Keira about that. She’d probably throw that stupid survey into his face. Along with the nearest piece of furniture she could get hold of, probably.

“Really?” I said, trying my best to sound sarcastic, even though I’d rather hide away somewhere and die of shame. “That’s what you two do in your free time? Coming up with surveys on how many girls want to, well, do it with you? Gee! You know, if you’d put that much effort in your studies, you’d probably be winning all class prizes at the end of the year.”

“Booooring.” He gave me one of the cocky smiles he was famous for. “Besides, you know what the really weird part is?”

“Weirder than you and your twin doing surveys on how many girls want to do it with you!?”

He ignored me and just continued. “Well, neither you nor Keira were on that list”, he said.

My head felt like exploding and I closed my eyes, massaging my temples. “If you or Fred had ever approached me with a survey like that, I’d have slapped you with it and then set the parchment on fire”, I grumbled.

“Exactly my point.” I still had my eyes closed, but I knew he was smiling at me. “It’s weird that in the end, you end up with the one person who … well, who never followed you around, practically begging you to drag her into the nearest broom closet.”

“And who’s your ex-boyfriend’s younger brother”, I said, not finding this one bit amusing. I knew he was just trying to lighten up the mood, to pass this off as a joke, but right now, I felt miserable and I just wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

There was another minute of silence, and then he sighed.

“Yeah, or that”, he quietly said. “Listen, Adora, I know I’m not the person you want to sneak into broom closets with. And you know you’re one of my closest friends and …”

“I know I’m not the person you want to kiss senseless in a dark and dirty and smelly broom closet, yeah yeah.” I opened my eyes again, but avoided to look at him.

“What happened tonight in this room …”

“Stays in this room”, I firmly said. “I swear, Georgie, if you ever tell anyone – especially Fred or Lee! – I’ll blast you with the Killing Curse! I swear!”

He started laughing. “My, we’re fierce today, aren’t we? But honestly, I hope you know that I don’t run around telling people such personal things. I’m not …”

His face hardened, and instantly I reached out and touched the bare skin of his arm with my fingertips. I knew what – or rather, who – he was thinking about just now.

He smiled down at me. “Anyway, I won’t tell”, he said. “We both shouldn’t. Makes it easier to, you know …”

“Leave it all behind? Yeah …”

“Still, you know, you’re my friend. Always will be. And we’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other during these winter holidays. So we should just accept the fact that this has happened and … hey, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

There was that mischievous smile again, and I couldn’t help it, I had to smile back.

“Actually, I kind of get it why you’ve got such a huge percentage of girls wanting to drag you into broom closets”, I smiled.

“Aaaah. Well, I take that as a compliment, then. And if we’re ever doing a survey on how many girls actually shagged a Weasley twin …”

“I swear, if you ever connect my name with something like that, well, there’s always the Killing Curse waiting!”

Grinning, he climbed off the sofa, not bothering to cover himself, and started to pick up his clothes from the floor.

“Well, wouldn’t be worth it anyway. Believe it or not, but there aren’t that many. Not even if you count both me and Fred.”

“Errr, yeah, whatever.” I covered my ears. “Please no more information on your, well, sex life, okay? I’m going to sneak into my dormitory now, trying to get some sleep.”

… and probably crying my eyes out. Over my own stupidity and over losing Charlie and well, over everything and life in general. Being a teenager just sucked, whether in the magical world or not.

“That’s probably a good idea”, George just said. “We need some time to, well …”

“Let this all sink in properly.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

We dressed in silence and then stumbled back through the dirty old corridors and passages, back into the main castle and then off we went into our beds. But as for sleeping … well, I think anyone can guess how that went.

#old story #george x adora #pov #oc: adora #based on an old roleplaying game

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