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song; daylight [taylor swift] pairing; harry potter x ministry worker!single mother!fem!hufflepuff!reader genre; s2l, fluff, angst word count; 4,4k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; references to abusive ex (verbal, emotional, baby-trapping), y/n has trust issues, references to poverty summary; after providing for yourself and your two sons alone for so long, you were foreign to the concept of help, and the last person you expected to receive it from was the infamous boy who lived

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"i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden."

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Now both your sons were in school, you were finally able to take on a full-time job and bring more money in. It had been immensely difficult being limited to only a low-paying part time job for the last five years, but you had needed flexible hours due to your lack of support system when it came to raising your boys. They were a year apart, at four and five, and their father hadn't been in the picture since the third trimester of the youngest's pregnancy.

Your family had turned their backs to you after you fell pregnant so young, out of wedlock, and without a decent job. And Merlin knows your baby daddy's family wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.

It was a shame, because your academics were good, and you had received excellent scores in both your OWLs and NEWTs, originally having big plans for your career. Then your boyfriend at the time baby-trapped you, just to abandon you anyway.

But now your sons were both old enough to enrol in muggle primary school, which was unusual for magic families to do, but it gave you the opportunity to get a better job and create a better life for the both of them. Merlin knows you were too busy to adequately homeschool them in the years before Hogwarts, anyway.

"Well, Miss L/N, you seem more than qualified," the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in the Ministry of Magic said to you, "Typically we only have freshly graduated applicants for such positions, though."

"Does that dampen by chances?"

"Not at all," she shook her head, "I see no reason not to hire you, unless there's something you need to tell me?"

You bit your tongue, deciding to not let her on to the fact you had two sons to take care of all by yourself. "No, ma'am."

"Well, perfect. Your hours would be from 8am til 5pm with forty-five minutes paid lunch break that you can take between noon and 2pm."

The hours were long, but you had already signed up your sons for their school's breakfast club every morning, as well as a different extra-curricular after school every day. Thankfully apparition would likely mean you would only be a minute or two late for pick-up.

"When can you start?"

"Immediately," you smiled.

***

While you worked in the department responsible for aurors, you would not be out in the field yourself at any point. You were simply responsible for distributing tasks and filling out and filing the reports after missions. Once upon a time you had wanted to be an auror, but now you had sons who would have no one else if something were to happen to you. You simply couldn't endanger yourself in any way.

The pay of your job was good: good enough to support a family of three and move you out of the one bedroom flat you lived in. You would wait a couple months until you were settled into the job, though, as you still needed to pay off the boys' uniforms and school lunches.

You were sat at your desk on the second day of your job, busy filling out forms for a small mission that had taken place earlier that morning. Ever since Voldemort's demise, there hadn't been any large scale missions. You supposed that was a good thing.

"Oh, you're new."

You looked up in surprise to see the Boy Who Lived stood before you, evidently having just returned from a mission as an auror.

He gave you an awkward smile, "Harry Potter."

You nodded mindlessly with your mouth slightly agape, before coming to your senses and saying, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

"How long have you worked here?"

"It's my second day."

"Wow, so you're, like, brand new?"

"I... I guess?"

"Let me know if you need anythi-"

"Potter," your supervisor's voice rang out, "My office."

"Shit, sorry, I have a mission debrief to give, we'll talk later?" he said, somewhat hopefully.

"Yeah, later..." you trailed off, staring after him as he walked to the office.

***

It was the end of the day, and you were packing up your belongings ready for your departure at exactly five o'clock.

"Y/N," a person called.

You turned around to see Harry Potter stood before you once more.

"Sorry I didn't have a chance to catch up with you after earlier," he said, "But, uh, do you think... do you think maybe we could go for a drink? It's important to have friends at work, after all."

You were in shock, but still answered, "I'd love to, really - but I have places to be today, I'm afraid."

"Tomorrow night, then?"

"I'm busy then too," you said apologetically.

"Okay, then when are you free?"

Great, now you were going to sound like a massive dick. "Rarely, unfortunately, I have a... chaotic family, you see."

"Right, well... see you tomorrow then."

Yep. He definitely thought you were making up excuses.

***

"I'm not too late, am I?" you asked the teacher that had been supervising the football club your sons had been attending.

"No, the other last kid just left moments ago," he smiled at you.

"Oh, thank Helga," you said without thinking.

The man frowned at your exclamation, but didn't say anything about it.

"Matty, Eric, are you boys ready to go?" you turned to your sons, who both nodded tiredly at you. Your heart dropped at how much the long day wore them out.

You led them around the corner from the primary school until you were out of sight from others, where you apparated to outside your small apartment. Upon entering, you gazed at the cramped space: you couldn't wait to upgrade to a bigger one.

"What's for dinner, mama?" your youngest, Eric, asked.

"I'll cook some pasta, yeah? And then I'll read you a story."

You couldn't fail them. They had to have a different life to you.

***

You didn't see Harry Potter at work again for the next two weeks, as he had been sent on a slightly larger auror mission abroad. But, when he did return, you ran into him almost instantly.

"How was the mission?" you asked immediately.

"Fine," he said dismissively, "Look, I'm sorry for asking you for drinks last time, you clearly didn't want to-"

"No, it's not that I don't want to," you said quickly.

"You don't have to lie to be nice, I shouldn't have asked something like that so soon after meeting you."

You sighed, "I'm not lying, I really am just an exceptionally busy person."

"Busy with what exactly?"

"I- I can't talk about it."

"You-"

That was when the ringing of your mobile phone cut through the air, making you jump slightly. You took the tiny flip phone out of your pocket and exhaled harshly at the sight of who it was. This was exactly why you had bothered getting a phone as a witch, you had just hoped it wouldn't happen so soon

"Sorry, I have to take this."

You began walking away as you answered.

"Hello, Y/N L/N speaking."

"Hello, this is Emily from St Andrew's Primary School," the woman on the other end spoke, "I'm calling on behalf of your son, Eric."

"What happened?"

"He... exhibited peculiar behaviour during a lesson today."

"Why? What did he do?"

"He made a classmate float in the air."

Your breath hitched, "That's not possible."

"I assure you, I'm being quite honest."

"Is this a prank call?" you asked. You knew it wasn't.

You didn't want the Ministry to find out you had enrolled wizards into muggle school. It was advised against for a reason, as they had enough on their plates when it came to dealing with the chaos muggle-borns caused. But, they would have already detected the use of improper magic and sent people to deal with it.

"I-"

"Y/N L/N," a man to your left said.

"If you excuse me," you spoke to the caller, hanging up. They would just think you still thought them a prankster. "Yes?"

"Simon Periwink of the Improper Use of Magic sector, can you come with me please?"

You sighed, "Is this regarding my son?"

He nodded.

"Lead the way."

***

"So as you seem to know, your son, Eric L/N, has caused a bit of a conundrum in a muggle school," Simon said, sat behind his desk with crescent moon glasses perched on his nose, "Now, he is a child, so obviously he will not be facing any consequences for this action. However, I am obliged to ask, why is he in a muggle school?"

"I don't have a choice, sir."

"Just Simon is fine- elaborate, please."

"I'm a single mother to two boys. My family abandoned me after my first pregnancy and my boyfriend upped and left during my second," you explained, although you didn't want to talk about it, "I can't afford childcare - muggle school is free and my only option."

Simon hummed, flicking through pieces of parchment, "I see. Well, I won't prevent this then - thanks to muggle-borns, we're well equipped to deal with these situations. Please, though, talk to your sons about this."

"Yes, sir- Simon. Thank you."

"We also have many support systems in place in the ministry to aid people in similar situations to yourself. Please consider looking into them."

"I will, thank you again."

"No worries - I suppose you should go and pick up your son for now."

You nodded.

***

By the time you arrived at the primary school, you saw that members of the ministry were already there - and, to your horror, Harry Potter.

He quickly spotted you, and raised a confused eyebrow.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same of y-"

"Mama!" your son, evidently in tears, called out. He ran from the ministry member that was comforting him into your arms; you didn't hesitate to pick up your son.

Harry watched as the situation unfolded, piecing everything together in his head, before saying, "They were a member short in the improper use department, so I offered to fill in. Is this your son?"

You hummed, rocking the sobbing boy about.

"I didn't know you were-" he cut himself off, "If I had, I wouldn't have asked you out."

You sighed, "I am single."

"Oh."

"Sorry for hurting your feelings, but I think I need to go pick my other son up too," you said, "Please don't mention this to anyone."

He showed his agreement through an absent-minded nod.

"Bye."

He stared after you as you walked away.

***

After a long chat with both of your sons about resorting to muggle methods in the face of problems instead of magic methods, you reluctantly returned to work the next day, dreading the next interaction between you and Harry Potter. Why was a literal celebrity even working a normal day job anyway?

Taking in a deep breath, you sat down at your desk to begin working your way through the stack of paperwork your manager had already left for you. Just when you had almost forgotten about the man who now knew your biggest work secret, you heard a cough for attention coming from in front of you.

You looked up and saw the exact person you didn't want to see.

"Hey, I just wanted to check up on you after... yesterday."

"Why?"

He seemed taken aback by your response, "Well, you know, I... care about you?"

"You hardly know me," you said pointedly.

"And I would like to change that."

"Potter!" a voice called from the hallway, "Where are you?"

"Coming!" he replied, giving a lingering glance to you but realising you were already focused on your work again.

You felt mean, and you thought he was cute, you just didn't want him to get attached to the mess that you were.

***

"L/N, I need you to stay late today to discuss your progress," your manager said to you later that day, "Don't worry, it's nothing negative."

"Late? Respectfully, I can't do overtime."

"It's hardly overtime. Half an hour, maximum."

"Yes, but-"

"What plans do you have that are so important you must leave exactly at five o'clock?" she raised an eyebrow at you.

"I-" you froze. Should you be honest?

"Y/N," Harry Potter.

You turned away from your manager to the man, pleased at the distraction.

"I can take care of the errand you need to run," he said simply, "It's no bother."

"You can't-"

"Well, it's settled then," your manager smiled, "See you at five in my office."

Once she had walked away, you turned to Harry with a scowl.

"I could've handled that myself!"

"You clearly don't want to admit to the situation," he shrugged, "I'll go pick up your boys, don't worry."

You sighed, "I'll have to call the school to let them know."

"No worries, where should I take them? Back to yours?"

"No!" you quickly said, a little too quickly.

"I'm not gonna judge your living quarters, Y/N."

"Just- I... fine. Fine. Take them back to mine. I'll write down the address for you."

As you handed the paper over, you admitted defeat.

"Thank you, Harry, for this."

"It's my pleasure."

***

You were severely hoping that you hadn't made a stupid decision in trusting Harry with your most prized jewels. He had to be trustworthy, you reasoned, he risked his own life to save the entire world from a horrible and cruel man, after all. As you reached the door to your flat, you took a deep breath before knocking twice. You had given the key to Harry earlier on.

The door quickly flung open to reveal the Boy Who Lived with Eric on his shoulders, who was giggling in a manner you had never seen him before.

"Mama!" he exclaimed, along with his brother, who was by Harry's leg.

"I must admit, I'm normally bad with children," he said as you hugged Matty in greeting.

"Coulda fooled me," you replied, entering the flat.

"Right, I'll get going then-"

Your boys both began complaining, Matty even running from your arms to cling on to Harry's leg again.

You sighed, looking up at the man, "Stay for dinner?"

***

Somewhere along the way, after helping you put your sons to bed, an old bottle of fire whiskey in the back of your cupboard had been cracked open and you were sat on the sofa with Harry Potter, drunker than him because you hadn't had the chance to drink in years.

"Do you really do this all by yourself?" he eventually asked, after a laughing fit from the both of you.

"Do what?"

"Everything. Work, chores, raising your sons. Do you have no help at all?"

You shook your head, "Their father took off during my second pregnancy, haven't heard from him since. As you can tell, I was young when I first fell pregnant, so neither of our families wanted anything to do with us."

"But- no friends?"

"I used to have friends," you sighed, "But I kinda lost them when I started dating Derran. He isolated me a lot. Never had the chance to remake them."

He hummed, "I'm sorry that happened to you - really. I'm happy to be your first friend."

You smiled.

"And more, if you'll let me."

"Really? Thing One and Thing Two haven't put you off?"

He chuckled, "No, not yet, they haven't."

"I don't know if I have the time for dating," you said, picking at your fingernails, "I'm struggling to keep all my plates spinning as it is."

"I understand that dating you would mean a lot of time with the boys."

"Really? Do you? We'd have no date nights."

"I'm prepared to make that sacrifice."

"I don't think you are," you said simply, "Anyway, this has been fun, but I should really get to bed. Are you good to get home or should I-"

"I'm fine to get home, don't worry about me," he said, standing up.

And as you showed him out the door, shutting it behind him, he paused and turned back to look at the spot where he just saw you, meanwhile you rested your back against the wooden frame on the other side, feeling a painful longing in your chest.

***

Saturday morning started like it normally did: a later start with both your boys waking up in your arms. It was as routine up until you all entered the main room ready for breakfast.

A knock arrived on the door.

You frowned, and told the boys to sit at the table before heading over and peering through the peephole. To your surprise, you saw Harry stood patiently outside. Opening the door, you questioned his presence with a simple furrowing of your eyebrows, when you caught sight of the bags he was holding either side of him.

"I hope I'm not here too early," he said, taking in your pyjama-clad presence.

"No- no... we just weren't expecting you," you replied, allowing him in.

"Harry!" your boys called, running over to cling to his legs.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he shrugged, placing the bags on the kitchen counter, "Hello, Eric, Matty."

"A surprise?"

He hummed, "I brought some basic foods- including ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes."

Eric and Matty cheered.

"That's sweet but- but we don't need handouts."

"Then don't think of it as one," he said simply, "This is simply a man doing something for the woman he has romantic interest in."

You sighed, unable to stop a smile from creeping on to your face.

"Are you our new dad?" Eric asked, making you snap your head in his direction.

Harry was evidently at a loss for words.

"I've always wanted a dad," Matty added. Despite having been alive for when your ex-boyfriend was still around, he had no memory of him. Not that the memories would have been good ones, anyway.

"It depends if your mum lets me date her or not," Harry stated.

"Mama, please!"

"Please, mama!"

"I don't think you know us well enough to make a commitment," you said to Harry, ignoring your sons for the time being.

"Yeah, because you won't let me get to know you," he argued, but without malice, "Is it so hard to believe I genuinely want this?"

"Yeah, it is," you said, "After-" you nodded your head towards the boys, communicating your reference to their father.

"Let me prove it to you," Harry said, to both you and the boys, "What say after breakfast, we head to Diagon Alley and make a day of it?"

The boys began cheering, though you knew all too well they had no idea what Diagon Alley was.

You pulled Harry aside and began whispering, "I've never taken them there. I don't want to get their hopes up by seeing all the things in the shops and not being able to get any of it."

"I'm paying," he reassured you, "For anything they want- that you approve of, of course."

"But-"

"No buts. I told you, I'm proving this to you."

You sighed, admitting defeat, "Okay. Fine."

"Now, let's get the pancakes on," he announced loudly.

***

You watched your sons excitedly run around Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, unable to take the smile off your face. Part of you was overjoyed that they were finally getting some experience of a normal wizardly childhood; the other part of you was upset that it wasn't really you that had provided the experience.

"I think they like the place," Harry said from his place next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I've never seen them so happy."

"Don't think you're a failure as a mother or anything," he added, "You're far from it."

You smiled, "I know I'm doing my best, but they deserve more."

He didn't reply to that statement, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

Maybe, just maybe, you should let him in.

***

After that day, things fell into a new routine. Any day that Harry wasn't on an auror mission, he would show up at your flat with dinner ingredients not long after you had gotten home with your sons. Together, you would cook the meal, and then sit and eat. On Saturdays, he would take you and the boys somewhere for the day, always insisting on paying if there was an associated cost. He had even on one Sunday insisted that he babysit the boys so you could get your first bit of lone time in years. You had treated yourself to some rest and relaxation in a spa.

You had become very comfortable with his presence, but at there same time there was this constant tension between the two of you, like something was going to snap at any given moment. You almost wanted it to.

It was after dinner one night, and you were putting Eric and Matty to bed with Harry, just having finished reading their bedtime story.

"Goodnight, my loves," you said, kissing each of their heads, and tucking them in, "I'll be here to join you shortly."

"Night, mama."

"Goodnight, mama."

"Goodnight, boys," Harry said, "I should hopefully be here again tomorrow."

"Goodnight," your eldest, Matty, said tiredly.

"Night night, dad," your youngest, Eric, mumbled.

You stilled in shock, but didn't say anything since he was drifting off to sleep, instead glancing at Harry to gage his reaction. He had a slight smile on his face, which admittedly filled you with a sense of warmth. Nonetheless, when you were back in the kitchen charming the dishes to begin washing, you decided to talk about it.

"Thank you, Harry."

"For what?"

"Everything you have done for us the last few weeks," you said, "And I'm sorry Eric called you dad."

"I don't mind," he quickly said, "But I understand if you mind."

"I don't mind... but I don't want them to get hurt."

Next thing you knew, Harry's hand was on yours, "I'm not leaving."

"That's an easy thing to say."

"Y/N, I-" he cut himself off, pausing for a moment to think, "Have dinner at my house on Saturday - bring the boys, obviously."

You frowned, "Are you sure?"

"I'm always sure."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, "Okay, we'll be there."

***

On Saturday evening, you apparated outside Harry's cottage in Godric's Hollow with your sons holding a hand either side of you. This was your first time seeing his house, and it was absolutely gorgeous: large, too. From what he had told you, he had been born in this house, but it was also where his parents had died tragically.

You let Eric and Matty run ahead to knock on the front door, which was a classic medieval-style shape. All too quickly, it swung open to reveal Harry dressed up in dress trousers and a button up shirt, with the top button left undone. You were glad that you had opted for a more dressed up look yourself - you had gotten the feeling that this was a fancier occasion than usual.

"Hello, boys," he greeted your sons, hugging both of them before standing up straight, "And, hello, Y/N." He seemed even more awkward than normal, making you confused.

He beckoned you all in and through to the dining room, where a delicious spread was billowing steam throughout the room.

"I wish I could take full credit- Molly helped quite a bit," you knew Molly to be his best friend's mother, "But I wanted this to be perfect."

"Why?" you asked, "I mean- it is, but why?"

"Because it's for you," he said.

You held prolonged and tension-filled eye contact with him for a few moments, before your attention was diverted by your boys jumping about excitedly.

"I think they're hungry," Harry laughed, "Sit down, sit down."

You all sat around the table, and you scolded your sons for not showing good manners and trying to dig in right away.

"Not to make you wait too much longer, boys, but I would like to say something first," Harry said, taking in a deep breath, "When I first met you, Y/N, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me- because you rejected me."

You chuckled.

"And that was quite a blow to my ego, so it was certainly relieving to learn that it wasn't me that was the problem- not that there really was a problem. You are simply an amazingly independent woman who didn't want people to know about her two incredible sons, for some insane reason," he said with a grin, making your cheeks heat up, "And I know it's hard for you to accept that I genuinely do want to be with you given everything you've been through."

You started to get a feeling of what was about to happen.

"And I know that being with you means being with your sons as well," he continued, "But I need you to know that it's far from a chore for me to take them in as my own - so, I have to ask, even though it may seem too soon, will you marry me?"

Tears pricked at your eyes as Matty and Eric gasped, them both being old enough to understand what marriage meant.

"You'll be our dad?" Eric asked, his eyes shining hopefully.

"Well, if your mum says yes."

"Mama, please say yes!" your youngest begged.

His older brother joined in, "Please, mama!"

"Okay," you said, sniffling, "I'll marry you, Harry Potter."

It was then, as Matty and Eric were cheering about having a dad, that Harry pushed a small velvet box across the table, and you opened it to reveal a yellow gold band with a ruby stone set in the centre.

"It's- it's beautiful."

Harry beamed at you as you put it on and admired its place on your ring finger.

"Can we eat now?" Matty asked.

"Yes, yes, we can eat," you said through happy sobs.

"And, after dinner, you two can pick your new bedrooms."

Your eyes widened in shock as Matty exclaimed, "We get our own bedrooms?!"

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written; 01/05/2023 —> 05/06/2023 published; 06/06/2023 edited; —/—/——

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delta-lethonomia · 2 hours

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Tav’s name was originally Avery.

(Some thoughts below about developing a backstory for Tav from For All the Wrong Reasons, and how taking a joke to its logical conclusion can lead to some sad places + some thoughts on Dorsey, Tav's mum. No spoilers if you're caught up.)

I was reading a bunch of fanfic at the time (early August) and found all the different names for the same “role” confusing and annoying. All these fics with "Elizabeth/Anna/Tavella/Taviron/Tammytav/etctav" were either short enough that their names didn't matter, functioning as a mere annoying placeholder, or confusing, because I couldn't tell if this was the player insert "Tav", "The Dark Urge", or another character entirely. So instead, I figured I'd just stick with Tav for my "one-shot." (Hah!)

“Tav” is kind of a difficult nickname to work with (unless your name is Gustav lol), but all the vaguely elven/fantasy vibes names people came up with seemed even more unwieldy, but I certainly couldn’t come up with anything better. So I got to thinking - why not go full ridiculous, and make up something so awful everyone immediately understands why she goes by Tav instead? Easier on me, easier on the readers, let's never speak her full name again.

I looked up a bunch of dnd elf names + common suffixes => Tavortheylinith. It’s so bad! Who would name a half elf something like that? Alright, the elf must not be involved, so probably a human mother. But the name’s still stupid - surely if you know an elf well enough to get pregnant with them, you might know some basic naming conventions? Ok, a one-night stand, and a mother who doesn't know any elves, yet wants her child to have such a long elf-inspired name? That's a lot of hope to place on a kid. Hope to reconnect with the father? Why care so much about a one-night stand who left her knocked up, but she presumably didn't catch their name, as otherwise why not just do a female version of the father's name instead? Or stick with a name from her own culture, an honor name for a relative, anything?

...The mother's a teenager. A young teenager - young enough that making up a name from whatever elven names she's heard of seems like a good idea, the tragic equivalent of the cursed Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way of My Immortal fame. Thirteen, Fourteen? No parents, or at least not involved ones to stop this tragedy from happening. Elves are long-lived, and it's a bit of a trope to give them few children as a result; I assume any elven teens aren't shacking up with their fellow human fourteen-year-olds, at least not here, where young Dorsey doesn't even catch her paramours' name. So - older elf. An adult.

Why is young Dorsey, parentless, having a child with an adult Elf she doesn't know? She's not mad at him, she hasn't been raped - she makes up a name for her special baby, in honor of her other side, her special, half-elf daughter, with a Mary Sue worthy name. She places all her hopes on this baby, and there are so very many: she's nothing but a child herself, and has already given up on her own future.

Dorsey's a child prostitute. Maybe she's too poor to afford contraceptives, maybe she was arrogant enough to think she didn't need them, or skipping a day was fine, or maybe lonely Dorsey wanted a cute baby, a family, something to have that could be only hers; and a break from working on her back, even if other jobs don't pay as well. Later, she tells Tav that her father left without paying, or perhaps that he stole the money back the morning after, because it absolves her of having made a mistake, of being the wrong type of role model to follow.

Little Tavortheylinith is going to grow up better. She'll go to school and have a roof over her head, and it'll be her and Dorsey against the world, together. She'll never kick her out like her parents did to her. (She does.) Tav won't have to sell herself like she did. (Tav volunteers instead.) Elves are naturally good at magic - maybe she'll grow up to be a wizard, a rich one, and everything will be great. (She won't.)

(Tav grows up to become just like her mother.)

#wrong reasons fic #fic discussion #delta.txt #I made myself sad with this one #Got lots more Dorsey lore I'd be willing to share but it miiiight come up in Act 3 so holding it close for now #I do have a picture though from the bg3 character creator! Might post that someday

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lightvsdark18 · 1 year

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Some responses to voicelines (Ruggie)

Hey, here's your prize! Shyeheehee, ain't it nice to be rewarded just for coming to school every day? You better be here tomorrow, too.

*confused and shunned to speak*

Why're you tryin' to look after me? You're such a weirdo.

What's wrong with wanting to help you out?

You really are such a goody-goody. Don't come cryin' to me if it bites you in the rear. Though depending on what it's about, I miiight be inclined to lend a helpin' hand.

Good to know, you brat.

Looks like I'm still growing. I gotta keep you around!

Oh, now you need me.

School Uniform

As they say, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Unless someone else is paying for it.

Can you really afford to be spacing out?

... Maybe a little bit.

Need somethin' from me? I'll hear you out if you gimme something in return.

Like what?

I'm willing to keep an eye on Grim anytime you need a break. How's ten marks an hour sound?

... I'll think about it.

You gotta think about what you'll be doin' after graduation and act accordingly. Life doesn't end with graduation, y'know.

I'm fully aware of that, Ruggie. It's just hard when you have no motivation.

P.E. Uniform

I'm a whiz at sports. Well, I'm better than you, anyway.

I don't play sports, so you're really not complimenting yourself there, Ruggie.

Uuugh, I'm starving. I wanna gorge on sugary donuts dunked in milk until I pop.

... Chocolate donut holes.

You got on Coach Vargas' bad side? Just compliment his physique and all will be forgiven.

But he doesn't deserve compliments from me.

Labwear

You'd better stay away from the botanical garden. If you bother Leona while he's trying to nap... Ooh, I shudder to think.

You act like I haven't disturbed his naps before.

Jack is growing a cactus in his room. Is it for emergency rations or somethin'?

I think he's just growing it for fun.

When it comes to cooking, all I can do is throw together whatever's on hand, but it seems like Leona doesn't care as long as it's edible.

I have a cheap meal idea: rice, ground meat and taco seasoning.

I can tell you what was on last year's test. I'll even give you the friend discount!

I think I can handle the test on my own, thanks though.

Ceremonial Robes

You don't know about this school's history? But you GO here!

That doesn't mean I'll look up the history. I shouldn't even be here.

How about a nice picture of you in your robes to remember the occasion? It's just ten thaumarks a copy! What a steal, right?

Really, Ruggie?

Ugh, I'm beat. I'm always so tense durin' formal ceremonies, since I'm not used to them yet. How about you?

I get fidgety from sitting for so long.

Your makeup's smudged. It's okay, I'll fix it. Don't worry, I used to do this as a part-time job!

Oh, okay.

Dorm Uniform

Who just stepped foot in my territory?

I got leftover cookies.

I'm heading to the cafeteria with Leona. Wanna come with? Havin' another gofer will make things a lot easier.

*shakes head playfully*

The most important thing on the savanna is to never let your guard down. If you do… you'll be someone's dinner!

Grim, he meant you'll get bullied.

Even if you can't use magic, there're plenty of ways you can make up for it. Want the whole lecture?

No, not really.

Gala Couture

I used to babysit the neighborhood kids back when I lived in the slums. I'd make 'em flower crowns like this.

Aw.

Leona looked almost princely in his fairy getup. ...Wait, duh. He IS a prince.

But he doesn't act like one.

Easy there. If this outfit gets wrinkled, Professor Crewel's gonna chew our heads off.

He can kiss my ass, I don't want to be here.

Halloween

You better run if you don't want your treasure plundered!

What happens if I don't have treasure for you to steal?

Hmm. Pie, gratin, soup… Oh, don't mind me. Just debating what to do with all the pumpkin guts we scooped outta the jack-o'-lanterns.

... I think the soup because it's chilly out. Heh, pumpkin donuts.

Did you see what Ortho did to scare people? He'd ambush 'em and blast loud screams and banging sounds. The way people jumped and freaked out was hilarious!

I hope he doesn't do that to me cause that hurt me than scare me.

It's a Halloween night packed with ghosts. You might wanna take off now if you don't wanna get scared.

You're saying this to a horror fan. The fun is just starting.

Pirate ships remind me of this time I worked on a cruise ship and got real seasick. Luckily, I adjusted after a few days at sea. a price, of course.

You worked on a cruise?

#twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twst voicelines

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wack-ashimself · 2 years

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Mandela effects 5000%.

So watching inside job, entire episode is going off the mandela effect.

Summary: 'The Mandela Effect refers to a situation in which a large mass of people believes that an event occurred when it did not.'

But a lot of people hint/propose this was people jumping realities/timeline/parallel universes. It DID happen from wherever they came from.

I've heard about it a long long time ago. Heard many examples. The most famous I knew of was Bearstein vs bearstain bears. Fairly, on that, I was a kid and didn't pay attention to spelling too much. I am more storyline/main characters persons. Not to mention that it is easy to dismiss, in a way. Could be a misprint or something.

However, this episode pointed out to another famous one I did NOT know about. Our reality: Kazam with Shaq. Fake: Shazam with Sinbad. Now, again, title wise I do not remember. But I swear, I have vivid details of the sinbad movie. Why? Cuz, I dunno why, but as a kid, I LOVED sinbad, so I saw anything he was in. Yes, even that shitty president kid movie. I REMEMBER the sinbad genie magic movie. And yeah, I do remember the shaq movie too as a FUCKING joke (and I thought a copy OF the sinbad movie. If you wanted to see fan wack, it was me going 'you copied my fav guy's movie' as a kid lol).

So I remember BOTH movies as being real. It's weird. Here's where it gets weirder. I had a PERSONAL one that I forgot entirely till the Kazam/Shazam thing. It brought it back. From a place in my mind that I don't know is there. I PROMISED myself to post about it, but FORGOT it at the time. Instantly. Like amnesia forgot.

Avengers: Endgame (yes, it's been a while. I told you, I experienced it once, then I had NO PROOF at all I didn't imagine it).

I watch cam movies if I can't find a good version. Like any self respecting poor ass mother fucker. So that's another reason this was hard to prove: once I saw this version, it was overwritten (streaming so my ass doesn't end up in jail) by a NEW cam version, then later, the HD.

The FIRST cam version I saw (and it was within...days, max, of the movie coming out) I saw a scene entirely different in a major way than ANY other version I have seen (I checked it many times to see if it was a deleted scene since remembering. Fuck, it may be an alternative scene, but I still can't find proof of its' existence.)

In the scene where they track down Thanos (retired, weakened, etc), and find out he destroyed the stones, the scene EVERYONE saw was Thor killing Thanos.

What I originally saw (and I can not ever fully forget cuz I thought it was WAY WAY better written): Nebula, heart broken over her sister's murder, wraps this....metallic tech super whip around his neck, pulling, her leg on his side, tightening, till (they zoom out so you only see the shadow) his head falls off.

AND THAT SCENE ROCKED! I do NOT do fan fic bs. Not 'I could do it better' Cuz a-I probably could b-I probably couldn't cuz I didn't even come up with the original. This was not a dream. Not my imagination. I saw that scene. Till I saw it in HD, THAT IS THE VERSION I KNEW HAPPENED.

Just...I saw that, still vividly remember it, was planning on posting about it when I saw the OTHER version, but like, INSTANTLY forgot. It is weird...like, seeing the new version overwrote what my brain remembered originally. Like a patch update lol With technology, I sure as shit would not put it past them. Cuz let's be real: the version I saw is far more violent, and people wanted thor's redemption. So...why not test it out, it fails, put in the thor version, and just deny any other version exists? I mean, they have the power to...so it may not be themandela effect. Rather market testing, in extreme expedited ways....

#avengers #avengers endgame #shaq #sinbad #i still love sinbad but he isnt as good #nothing ever is #his newest special wasnt terrible tho #mandela effect #inside job

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Draco’s new daddy (Harry potter)

From one of the great pure blood families and with a brilliant future ahead of him, Draco Malfoy these days was living a very much different life then he had even planned on. unable to land a job at the ministry of magic due to well, everything his family had done under he who should not be named, Draco found himself working odd jobs until the day he'd happened to run into a old classmate from Hogwarts: Miles Bletchley. Miles was apparently doing well from the fine clothes he was wearing compared to the blue jeans and formally white t-shirt but now mostly gray that Draco was wearing. He'd invited Draco out to lunch, and after assuring him he'd cover the bill, they had gone off and talked for hours.

As it turned out Miles was a gent of sorts for special young men who had certain..looks..and got them one night 'jobs' so to speak that payed well and of course took a modest percentage of the money as he wasn't doing this for fun. Draco knew how to read between the lines and blushed at the offer that was being made. "Listen Draco, with your looks, your frame and honestly..well..how some people feel about your family, I can promise you a lot of money for 1 to 2 works work at a time. And lots of clients." Miles said, chugging a butter beer. Draco was drinking something a little stronger and his bale cheeks were flushed, though from the offer or the wine it was hard to say. They had a private booth and Miles had cast a spell to give them further privacy, though he'd stressed what he was doing wasn't strictly illegal, it was gray area and best not to draw attention to it either way. "let's not beat around the bush Miles, you want me to be a prostitute." Draco said. "In a way yes, though in others no. I promise you'll never have to have sex with anyone who hires you unless you want to." Miles said. "..So loads of cash, and not getting my ass plowed..what's the catch?" Draco asked, raising a eyebrow and having more then a few doubts. "the catch is that each of my boys plays out one role for the lonely wizards of the world. One boy plays the part of a human dog,anther a sissy girlfriend, anther a maid and so on and so on. Any sex is to be agreed upon by both parties and I have my own branch of well..enforcers shall we say..who deal with clients who break that agreement." Miles said. "Bloody hell.." Draco said, shaking his head. "And what role would you have ME play then?" he was pulling his glass to his lips and started to take a sip when Miles told him. "A nappy boy." Draco spit out his drink and looked at his old school friend in disbelief.

And yet he'd ended up taking the job. Miles was true to his word that Draco never once found himself sucking dick or taking it up the ass, though he'd been forced to smog with more then a few men. And it was mostly men who hired him. people who loved seeing the pure blood in massive cloth nappies and a baby bonnet sitting on the floor and shaking a rattle. the fact that even after a year of doing this job he could still blush so bad while doing it only endeared him to his daddies and mommies. And Miles had been telling the truth at JUST how many clients he had. If Draco had so wanted he could of worked every days of the week for a month and still of had at least 2 clients a day. The only horrible part of the job (well aside from the general shame) was having to make BM's in his nappies. Oh how people loved to bounce him in a smelly nappy on their laps with a fat dummy in his mouth and chuckle as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Still it wouldn't be too much longer Draco figured before he could retire. he wasn't blowing though his money this time like he had before and was careful to save even coin he could, only treating himself to luxury items once a month. (In fact, he was so good with his money Miles had Draco speak with other of the working boys about how to better manage their finances!) He'd been relaxing in his modest flat and reading the paper when a Owl had arrived from Miles, telling him of a urgent client who was willing to pay triple the normal fee for a session with the nappy lad tonight, despite Draco having made it clear he was taking a few days off to treat a embarrassing little problem. His diaper rash. Miles note made it clear that it was up to Draco, but he strongly urged him to accept. apparently this client had used other boys and wanted to try something new and some vague threats had been made about dropping the service altogether. "Shit. Guess it's time for me to be the company man." Draco muttered and sent a message off saying he'd take the job, and asked for the location of tonight's 'daddy' Apparently Miles had figured Draco would do that because just as he sent his owl off, anther one appeared with the info he asked for. wondering just how well his agent knew him Draco went and packed up his work bag and headed out the door.

His work bag was a black duffel bag, filled with Nappies and plastic pants (and Panties) in his size. not that he wouldn't of minded if his clients supplied for him but some just went all cheap and others went over the top and expected him to go halves with him on it. if he brought his own supplies it just worked out better. He had some t-shirt and bibs in there, along with his selection of dummies and a bonnet, and most embarrassingly to him, a dress. It'd been a give from the first mommy he'd had and he'd promised to keep it even though he hated the thing. Still, you never know when someone else might want him in a dress and this one again fit him to a t. One of his recurring daddies had tried to get him a proper diaper bag but Draco had drawn the line there since he had to think of how that would look walking to and from his daddies or mommies places. The Hotel where the big shot daddy was staying wasn't far from Draco's place so he walked, it was late enough out that not too many people were on the streets unless they were outside of a pub having a smoke. 'The wacky duck..some people shouldn't be allowed to name things.' Draco thought with a smirk, reading the sign. it wasn't a high class hotel which was good because it meant not having to fuss too much with the front desk, nor did it look like a cheap and easy place which meant a lot Friday night party animals around to make it risky. walking in he did go to the front desk and a young lady was behind it and smiled at him. "Excuse me miss, I'm looking for room 201?" He asked in a polite tone. She gave him a huge smile and giggled a little, making him a little nervous. "Ohhh one of his boys huh? second floor, right next to the lift." She said with a wink then asked. "So what's YOUR gimmick?~" "...Not to be rude but I don't believe thats any of your business. Thanks for the directions." Draco said, face turning reds he turned and walked fast for the lift, he chuckles ringing in his ears. getting off on the second floor, room 201 was right where she'd said it was and he made his way over and knocked on the door. five fast knocks and then three knocks with a space of 3 seconds between them just as the note had said to. He could hear movement in the room and tried to banish all thoughts of discomfort away and focus on being a good boy for his daddy. 'your a little nappy boy. your a little nappy boy..' He chanted in his head, and put a big grin on his face that vanished as the door was opened up. "Draco? what are you doing here? I'm expecting..company.." Harry mother fucking potter said, going from looking confused to smiling. "I..I think there's..been..a mistake." Draco squeaked out. of all the people in the world he LEAST wanted to know about this job, Harry potter was number one, with Hermione at 2 and Ron at three. "oh I don't think so little man." Potter said, looking totally delighted. "Thought I wish Miles would of told me YOU were going to be my little nappy boy. I'd of doubled my offer. Now, are you going to come in like a good boy or does daddy need to spank?" as Harry spoke he moved to the side and gestured for Draco to come in. The mental image of him over Potter lap and the phantom pain of it made a hand go to Draco's back side and he sprinted into the room and Harry closed the door behind him. "Good Boy."

Draco looked around the room, it was at least decently furbished and even had a muggle telle on a night stand and then turned his attention to potter. the 3 years since high school had been more then kind to harry who was tall, broad shouldered and handsome while Draco could of passed for a 11th grader after shaving. "I'm going to set a timer once our session starts.I've paid for two hours and I intend to get every last second." Harry said then walked over and sat on the large bed, and patted next to him for Draco to sit. The blond nodded slowly and walked over. "Look, I know this must be a bit of a shock to you finding out you'll be getting babied by me, but to be fair it's not like I ever thought you were into anything like this." Harry said, giving a warm smile. "I ..I um..See..Miles just offered me the job..and..I rolled with it..I-I thought you were married to Ron's little sister though? so what are yo-" "Doing playing around with a bunch of fetish bitches? Me and Ginny have a understanding, I can play with them but no sex and then she doesn't have to bark like a dog or wear nappies." Harry laughed. Draco nodded, that kinda made sense. "Um..I..I don't know if I feel comfortable with you..seeing me in.." Draco mewed softly. "Draco I thought we settled this. I paid for this,so you ARE going to be my stinky little nappy boy. I wasn't Joking about spanking you if I-" Whatever Harry was going to say was cut off as a pot of fear escaped from Draco's backside, making him shut his eyes and bury his face in his hands mortified. "heh, seems like you're more of a little boy then you thought if just the threat of a spanking can motivate you that much." Harry chuckled and then pulled Draco in for a one armed hug. "Not a little guy all the time." Draco whined, and KNEW how bad it sounded. "it's just a job!" "Mhmmm I'm sure. Well since it's just a job let's get started. I was told you'd bring you're own supplies?" Harry said, clearly not believing a word Draco said, and making him give a huff and a pout. Which really, wasn't helping his case. Draco got up off the bed and stormed over to his duffel bag and picked it up, bringing it over and dumping out it's contents. "See? only a professional would have THIS much of a selection to make for his customer!" he said, then the color drained from his face as Harry picked up the dress. "Heh, do i wanna ask?" Harry asked, holding it up. "..I'd prefer you not." Draco said in a small voice. "oh and plastic panties too~ How adorable! Sorry though Draco, I'm more into diaper BOYS. Maybe next time though." Harry said and winked and Draco found himself wishing he could melt into the floor. "T-That's ok." he mewed weakly. Harry chuckled and looking over the odds and ends made his choice. "Alright, I'm going to start the timer. any more attuide and it'll be you over my lap little man. Understand." Harry said, reaching for a timer that was on his nightstand. "Yes Daddy."

Now on the clock Draco waited for his first order from Harry. "Alright now little man, first things first, I think it's time you lost those silly big boy clothes. lord knows HOW you've kept your pants dry this long but I'm not losing from my damage despot when you tinkle all over the floor just because you wanted to play pretend and act like a big kid." Harry said. Draco nodded and slid his green t-shirt off first, then his blue jeans leaving him in a pair of blue briefs, though he paused for a moment to kick his pants and shirt away from him. "Awww, cute briefs, though too bad there's no print on them." Harry commented. "Lose' em." Draco bite his touage, Harry wasn't the first person to think he'd be adorable in animal prints or worse and he doubted he'd be the last, still it was a sore spot for him so he turned away as he slid the undies off to semi moon his 'daddy' and it was only with a stab of pain hit his cheeks he recalled about his diaper rash. "Ohhh I see why somebodies been a grumpy Gus! Poor widdle Draco has diapie rash!" harry said, sounding sympathetic but as Draco looked over his shoulder Harry was smiling ear to ear. "Is somebody not using enough nappy cream? or just sitting in his poopie nappies for ages because he likes the feeling?" "I..I do not! I just..I.." Draco fumed and went to go on a mini fit but BARELY caught himself before he'd earn a spanking. clenching his teeth he hissed though them. "My last client likes boys getting nappy rashes and didn't let me use power or cream if you MUST know daddy." "aww, don't worry! I'll use lots." Harry sand and then took 4 of the thickest terry cloth diapers Draco had and laid them out on a changing pad that was where a small rug had been. "wasn't there a rug there? what happened to it?" Draco asked, pointing and confused. "..Draco come on, we're wizards. what do you THINK happened?" "Oh..yeah.." feeling sheepish and covering his front with his hands Draco made his way over. (it wasn't that he didn't think harry wasn't gonna see them anyways, but LOTS of clients liked the all fake modesty bit.) "Lay on your tummy first so daddy can take care of your poor cheeks buddy and move your hands silly boy." harry said, taking a jar of rash cream from the pile and opening it. "Oh, the extra baby powder scent brand. very nice." "I..it's..what the customers like." Draco squeaked out, moving his hands and letting his 6 inches show though like a good boy he was bald down there. "Huh. that's cute." Harry commented seeing the larger then normal cock and Draco paused as Harry stared. "heh, just because I wear diapers for a living doesn't mean I'm tiny!" Draco said with a hint of pride. "And I'd agree except I know a enlargement charm when I see one." Harry said and snatched his wand up and in one swift motion, Draco's 6 inches because 1 and a half. "H-HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST" Draco yelped up, eyes having gone from wide in horror to filled with fury. "You know how much that bleeding cost to get done so it would stick around!?!" "Draco, one warning. attuide dropped or over my knee and a slipper on your buns." Harry said then added. "I'll give you a little extra to pay for your next charm." Draco clenched his fists but then took a deep breath, reminding himself he was a professional damn it then in a calm voice replied. "I can technicality end the session now potter..your not allowed to use magic on me without my consent. But I'll take you up on your offer." with that he laid himself down on the mat, with his buns up and turned away from harry. "of course admit it. you want someone to treat your owie bum." Harry said and then started to coat the cream on the boys back side. Having found his favorite black and green dummy on the mat, Draco just popped it into his mouth, not dignifying potter with a answer.

His bottom coated with cream and powdered, and then his front looked after too, Draco had to admit Harry had done a better job then he could of on his own and it was feeling much better as Harry pinned the thick nappies shut on him. Picking up a pair of clear rubber pants Harry smiled down at Draco. Lift your legs please little one." Draco suckled on his dummy and nodded, helping daddy slide them over his feet and ankles and then lifting up his bum without being told so daddy could get them part way up over the diapies. "Hmm, mighta gone too thick..or we just need to use a little gravity." Harry said. Before Draco could go to ask what he meant by that, Harry had lifted him up and was holding him up by the rubber pants. not wanting to fall backwards as harry semi bounced him, Draco whined behind his dummy and leaned forward, semi hugging Harry as he got the rubber pants over the diapers. "awww, I love you too~" Harry chuckled and standing Draco on his feet, kissed his cheek bringing a fresh blush to the blonds face. the dummy fell from Draco's mouth and while Harry caught it Draco started up again. "I-I don't, that's not! Look I just didn't wan-" Draco started to whine when the dummy was popped back in his mouth and despite himself he started to suckle on it again. "you don't have to be bashful with me little man. Lots of your fellow workers have started to swoon over me." Harry said. Draco huffed and glared, but kept the dummy in his mouth.

Harry smirked, Draco was just TOO perfect like this and such a fussy baby he hadn't even noticed that the dummy had been enchanted with a little charm used by parents who's infants/toddler were backed up but refused to take their medicine. the more Draco suckled the stronger the charm would get and with how huffy he was and the rapid suckling he was doing.. "what down you come take a seat on daddies lap and let him fondle that big fat nappy butt of yours?" Harry said and Draco squirmed like crazy but let himself be lead over. He was a little disappointed he hadn't had a chance to spank the little guys behind, he'd gotten a pair of slippers JUST for that, but then again the little guy had nappy rash. 'once it clears up though..' Harry thought with a grin. there was no way this was gonna be a one time thing,that was for sure. Sitting on the bed and Draco on his lap side saddle style, Harry smirked as the big baby (oh sorry, professional) put his armed around Harry's neck and leaned in with his head on Harry chest/shoulder 'God, who's falling for who here?' Harry wondered, a flush coming to his own face. "You know you really are too cute. I was going to make my nappy lad crawl around and humiliate himself, but with you, I'll just read you a story. would baby Draco like that?" harry asked. Draco nodded and smiled a little behind his dummy. "There's just Onnne little thing..you have to keep your dummy in. otherwise I'll have you making a got out of yourself. got it?" Harry added. again Draco nodded and Harry poofed a nursery book out of thin air and started to read.

Draco squirmed slightly as he sat in daddies lap. this was..well..alot nice then his normal clients treated him and he did indeed find himself maybe kinda slightly crushing on Harry, and it was giving him butterflies or something in his tummy. He closed his eyes and suckled on his dummy, listening to Harry read and enjoying the hand that kept patting on his Nappied behind. "-and then the big bad wolf..Heh, Still awake little one?" Came daddies voice and Draco opened his eyes and nodded, giving a smile from behind his dummy. "Just checking. If you wanna go for a little nap I can pause the timer, just let me know." Harry said then leaned down and kissed Draco's forehead. Draco squirmed, the idea f just going for a nap and then waking up to be babied more suddenly felt really tempting! Still it was better to get the job done and maybe just kinda hint he'd be open to a longer session next time. He wasn't even sure how much time was left, just that daddy had been reading to him and he'd gone into a total little state he wasn't used to. "You ready for me to go back t-" Harry started to say but then he was cut off as a loud but muffled poot escaped out Draco's behind, and warmed up Harry's hand. "oh, Is somebody about to make presents like a good boy?" harry asked. Thankfully the nappies cut down on the smell but Draco whined, something he'd eaten was NOT agreeing with him because that fart had been rancid! he reached up and removed his dummy and looked at Harry with a sheepish smile. "Uh..sorry,know that stinks I don-" He started to say but anther poot forced it's way out with gusto, almost hurting and harry laughed. "I think that answers if somebodies gonna make BM for daddy." he said then wrinkled his nose. "About time too from the smell of things little guy." "I-I swear I used the potty earlier today! I don't know why i-it's guhhh!" Draco cried out as a super wet fart erupted and he mewed. "M-Maybe we should reschedule this..this is gonna be toxic!" "oh no, it's ok, I don't mind a stinky boy. and I paid to have the whole floor to myself so no ones gonna complain." Harry chuckled and shifted Draco on his lap. Now instead of sitting side saddle he was back to Harry's front and his bum on Harry's right leg, with Harry holding his arms and kissing the back of his neck. Draco..wasn't exactly how he felt about al of this, normally he would of charged extra for the neck kisses but daddy was kissing and nibbling just in the right places. "oh! Oh!! Daddy!" Draco mewed like a little needy boy..no. a little needy BABY. "Be a good boy for daddy baby Draco, Make me a nice BIG present." Harry coo'ed into Draco's ear. Be a good boy. Jesus. just the words were driving Draco wild and his little nub was twitching as the command took hold and he started to grunt and push. "Y-Yesh daddy! I'll be a good boy! da bestest boy!" Draco cried out. His rosebud opened wide and muck rapidly poured out, filling up the seat of the nappies so fast that Draco also seemed to get taller! as the filth filled the diaper and the smell filled the room, Draco drooled and moaned as Harry went back to assaulting his neck with kisses. "Good boy Draco! Such a good big stinky boy!" Harry coo'ed. Draco mewed happily and kicked his legs, not even minding the smell or feel and only semi lifted himself up for a few to keep going and gasped as the muck started to fill the front of his nappy, coating his cock and balls. "Oh! Oh! Daddy i wuv you! I wuv going popie fer you!" Draco baby babbled on and as even as he farted and kept going. Harry chuckled and lifted the big baby up and turned him around, but still on his knee. "And I love you. now you almost done?" Harry asked. "Uhh.." Draco looked unsure and make a scrunchie face that had Harry biting his bottom lip and there was a few sputtering farts then nothing. "I fink so." "Good, who wants to play horise?" Harry asked with a loving smile. "Oh but da-da..dat'll make my BM go all over mah nappies." Draco said, biting his lip now. the sensation of being picked up and sat in his mess had been well..wonderful! "Don't worry about it. That's daddies job to worry about those things." Harry said and then kissed Draco on the lips, deep and hard and the little professionals mind and self control was gone as the kiss broke off. "So..Horise?" "hehehe ya ya! Horise daddy!" Harry smirked and getting Draco to hold onto his shoulder and putting his hands on the big babies sides, started to bounce him with his knee. gently at first but then picking up more and more speed as he went on. the smushing of the mess was having it's effect as Draco gasped and moaned and leaned forehead, face in Harry's chest as he was getting closer and closer to making a sticky in his diapers. it went without saying that he had flooded them though he couldn't be sure when and god he was just..so..close.. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! the ride stopped and Draco was trying to figure out what had happened and what was that noise, as daddy sat him on the bed. "Looks like our time is up buddy. But this was VERY fun. we should do it again sometime." Harry said., turning off the timer and kissing Draco's cheek. "Buh..buh..I was bot ta." Draco mewed and whimpered. "I know buddy, but like you said, your a professional. If you're free tomorrow night I would LOVE to book anther session." Harry said, chuckling at the look on the blonds face. "I..But..I.." Draco's mind was frazzled, and he was finding it hard to even think. "I put some extra gold in your diaper bag for you little guy.to cover you're penis enlargement charm. though i think a little cock looks better." Harry said, sweeping the baby stuff back in the duffel bag and handing it over to Draco. The blond was just so out of it, wanting more, so horny he barely realized he was being ushered out the door with his pleas of five more minutes ignored. A final pat on the butt and a kiss on the cheek and Draco was out in the hall and numbly made his way to the lift, thinking about how good being with potter had felt and how amazing he was. It wasn't till she stepped out onto the first floor and started to make his way into the lobby and heard a snort then lots of laughter he realized he'd forgotten to change back, and was still in just his soiled nappy and socks. "So I guess THAT'S your gimmick huh?" the clerk asked. "I..I..I'll be right ba-" Draco started to say but was cut off. "Ohhh Sorry. Mr.Potter has made it clear once one of his guest is back in the lobby, they're not to be allowed back into his room. Sorry sweetie, you'll have to go home like that." The clerk said, though her tone made it clear she was far more delighted then sorry. Whining loudly though happy that he kept his flat key in his duffel ba, the big stinky baby started the normally short but tonight long walk home.

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karama9 · 7 months

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Responding to Anonymous Reviews

A bit of context: I’m currently writing a Legend of Zelda fanfic where Link is a non Hylian black guy and Zelda is a transgender woman. I knew going in some people wouldn’t like either, but it’s gotten to the point I feel like Link in Tears of the Kingdom, where nobody recognizes him except the bunch that absolutely hates him.

I just posted chapter 4 and I have no comment on AO3, and 4 reviews on fanfiction dot net. Of the four: one (1) is nice, two (2) are hate and one is sort of neutral in a ‘don’t like it so far’ kind of way.

The two hate ones are anonymous, so I thought I’d answer here to get the answers out of my system.

First one: Guest chapter 1 . Nov 12

This is disgusting...

Response:

You posted this in response to the prologue, where all that happens is the characters being introduced and a bit of world building. If you find that disgusting, you're projecting.

Second one : X from Aumsville chapter 1 . 2h ago

And as long as Link refuses to accept he's a male instead of forcing himself to be something he isn't the master sword will forever be cursed knowing Link is messed up in his heart. He is no longer worthy of even breathing in the same space as that sword which knows better.

Response:

(sigh) The fact you didn’t read the story is not surprising, you’re obviously a transphobe. What really elevates this to another level is how you managed to read a very short summary that explicitly states that Link is a person of color and Zelda is transgender, and come out of it thinking this is a story where LINK is transgender. Congrats, not only are you hateful, not only do you devote time to expressing that hate to random strangers, you also can’t read.

More context, and a request:

This story came about because of two things.

One, I found out at some point that white supremacists were trying to use the Triforce as one of their symbols. It got me thinking, and I realized, like many other people, that Nintendo was not doing a great job of representing other races than white coded Hylians in Hyrule. I say this with a lot of love for the franchise, but although things have improved with the two most recent games, both the lack of color and how the other races are treated are notable flaws in the franchise. I wanted to make a story that addressed that with a Hero who was NOT a white Hylian. I made him non Hylian so it would be a significant thing for the in-story characters, I made him black so it would be a significant thing for the readers.

Two, JK Fucking Rowling. I have a loved one who is transgender, which maybe is making me more likely to notice things, but I think unless you’re really not paying attention, it’s pretty obvious that transphobia is on the rise. Several years back, the trend was improving. Things were getting better, people were becoming more accepting, at least in our neck of the woods. Now? Now that a ridiculously famous and rich author has been devoting time, money and energy to making people hate transgender people more and reject their identity? Everyone else who feels the same way feels more empowered to speak out and act out, the feeling is becoming normalized (more so) and things are getting worse again.

I was inspired by a trans female character in Supergirl, who inherits powers that ONLY go to female members of her family, because I loved the idea of the magic, the universe, unequivocally saying that YES, she is a woman. I wanted to do the same for Zelda, so I made her transgender, and she’s a Princess of Destiny.

So, basically, this story came about because I wanted a fix-it fic for Hyrule since I can't fix reality. I’m putting a lot of time and effort in it in the hope that it will eventually catch on and actually circulate enough for people who would get some joy from it to find it.

So far it’s not working.

SO, I have to ask a favor of my followers and mutuals. Please help me spread the word a bit about this story. Getting pretty much only negative feedback is disheartening when you’re trying to do a good thing. Don’t get me wrong. I am personally enjoying writing the story. I like the characters I created, I’m happy with the plot, etc. But unlike some other stories, the idea was never to write this one just for me.

Please reblog this, or when I post a chapter, and help the story get some visibility.

Links to the story:

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51450898/chapters/130021738

fanfiction dot net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14296946/1/All-That-Hurts-Us

#LGBTQIA+#Transgender Rep #POC Rep #The Legend of Zelda #All That Hurts Us #Writing #transphobia trigger warning in the reviews #JK Rowling trigger warning I mention the hateful woman

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raeraerosenfeld · 1 year

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I'M PROBABLY GONNA MAKE THIS BLOG A CENTER FOR ALL MY OCS SOON, JUST FYI. They're not fandom OCs, they're blorbos from my brain

Rae Rosenfeld: 30... something. A mother of 2. "I'll take in any stray!" is her motto, be it animal or child. She's a weeb, a gamer, and her day job is a sys admin or something, idk, she's a computer sciencer. She's in an open relationship with her husband, Sascha. Sascha's a fuckin cuck, so sometimes he's just there. Watching. She loves helping her friends, to the point of being Leslie Knope levels of absolutely steamrolling her friends trying to solve their problems for them. She's hella maternal, and if you hurt her kids, you'll pay. She had severe anxiety and mental health issues when she was younger, and is estranged from her parents. She's going to be talking to you like a regular ass tumblr/tiktok user, because she's a nerd that way.

Zxy Tepechkie: Don't tell the others, but he's my favorite. He's vegan, magic, and brilliant. Hailed as a prodigy as a child, he was expected to become king to make his family even more prestigious than they already are. He hates politics, so he refused. When his parents didn't want to let him refuse, he said, "ok, watch this," and jumped headfirst into hardcore drugs and partying and doing things that would make nobody in their right mind want him as king. Unfortunately, his 13-14 year old ideas of "I'm too smart to get addicted" didn't work. He's clean now, but that time of his life contains secrets, trauma, and angst. And tooooons of guilt for the things he did. Also, magic folks age 1 year for every 10 regular, nonmagic years. So he's physically 19, but actually like 192.

Bane [last name redacted]: Idk his last name. He's the current king, at 18 physically, but 180+. His parents died when he was very young, so he was raised being groomed into the role of king, since the former king (dude had no kids and had to pick an heir haha) realized Zxy was PROBABLY not gonna cut it. Being raised to treat his work as his sole raison d'etre, but with a bunch of servants that would just say yes to anything, he became kinda spoiled. That spoiled became twisted when several assassination attempts when he was like 10 traumatized him enough to make him lose it. He got better, but not before torturing Zxy for months. They're on good terms now. This boy will prooooobably be speaking in a haughty, formal manner (if he's not being a huge slut and talking like he's horny on main) because he puts on a little front all the time, being a king and all.

Aubrey Rosenfeld: Rae and Sascha's son. He's 17, but real 17, despite being magic. Something funky happened to make him magic, despite his parents not being. That said, he's into being an almost cheesy level of rebellious. He'll graffiti a dick onto a cop car and then parkour away so he doesn't get caught. This boy fucking LOVES parkour and freerunning. He also loves chaos in general. Hates authority, loves being a menace to society. He's an absolute little shit gremlin boy, but a good kid. Everyone thinks he takes after Rae, but he actually takes more after his father. Was experimented on for a time for his magic when the government went apeshit bonkers and wanted to eradicate magic folks.

Willow: Fuck if I know what her last name is. She's a mercenary hired to kill Bane and Zxy but didn't, because she's not stupid. She did get to know them, however, so now she's around a lot, and good friends with Rae. She tries hard to act tough and push down any emotion, and she has severe attachment issues due to her upbringing and a past abusive relationship, but at her core, she's mischievous and loves pranks and joking around. She also looooooooooves animals. Take this girl to the damn ZOO. She's awful at cooking. Do not let her in a kitchen, unless that kitchen belongs to your enemy and you want their house burnt down.

Lili Rosenfeld: Rae and Sascha's daughter. 15, and also normal 15. She's shy, but not as severely as her mother was. She dreams of becoming a marine biologist, and loves all the little sea critters. Her favorite color is yellow. She has healing abilities, which is a big deal in my canon because literally no other magic person can do that. They're kind of wonky and hard for her to control, however. If you manage to make her upset enough, she'll wind up cussing you out like some seasoned biker gang member, which can be kinda... jarring. Tbch? I need to work on her, right now she's "boring little girl character #1." I'm nothing if not honest.

Sascha Rosenfeld: Oh ho hoooo, this guy. This guy right here. Love him, but he's a tool. Or, used to be. He'd sleep with any girl who would have him in college, and when he met Rae, he kind of fell in love without realizing. He wouldn't stop pestering her and flirting with her, which wasn't taken very well by her back then. He did have a dependable side, which is what attracted her to him at all in the first place. They got together, broke up because he's a jerk and cheated on her out of fear of commitment, then got back together after he groveled enough to satisfy her. They got married, and now he's a doting husband and, surprisingly, a good father. He was a detective, but ACAB, and since the government was actively trying to kill his kids and people like them, he stopped with all that. This man is a cuck. He's so into his wife, it's embarrassing.

RULES:

-The first rule of fight club is have fun and be yourself

-Don't godmod unless you ask, I will probably let you do it for the bit, if it's funny

-I don't really... do smut. I'm just not comfy with it. Go nuts if you do, though, I don't block or unfollow for it being on my dash

-Feel free to reply to anything I post, send asks, tag me and specify a character... whatever

-idk, more to come, it's kinda basic RP rules ig

MORE IN DEPTH INFO:

For reference, my little "world" takes place in just... the regular world? Earth? Idk, my characters are American, I'm so sorry lmao. I just always imagine them hanging out in specific parts of the States bc I'm there, but travel is easy because these magic fuckers can TELEPORT.

Magic folks are highly secretive and don't just let humans know that magic is real all willy-nilly. They're actually not supposed to at all, but, well, you form a close enough bond and you're going to find out. Accidentally or otherwise.

The main timeline story, in a nutshell, is that the former king (his name was Isaiah. Not important, it literally never comes up) had no wife or heirs of his own, so he chose between two kids he thought had potential and had ties to royalty, even if it was distant. Zxy was the brilliant shoe-in, the one whose family was focused on their position and how to advance it. Zxy's parents, Amy and Gregory, serve as envoys to the king, so when their younger son had the chance to snag that crown, they wanted it. BAD. They didn't care about their elementary school-aged son's protests that he hated politics and didn't want he job. Some things happened that took Zxy down a very dark path, which I don't wanna go too far into here because I'd rather it come up organically, but it took him out of the running.

So then child #2, Bane, gets the crown. Bane, whose parents died when he was 6 (60+, since magic people age 1 year for every 10. Physically, anyway. Mentally is kind of a mixed bag. They're definitely more mature than their human counterparts, but a teenage magic person is still going to act like a teenager.) was taken in by Isaiah immediately and groomed for the role. Normal schooling was out, this orphan child was raised learning etiquette, diplomatic skills, languages, budgeting, everything a good king would need. The servants treated him like they would a prince and basically let him get away with quite a bit. He was a precocious kid, but he grew spoiled. Repeated assassination attempts at a young age took their toll on him, mentally, until he kind of wound up paranoid and having a mental breakdown, which led to suspicion of Zxy, which led to torturing Zxy for over 3 straight months. He got better. The two are on decent terms now.

I still don't have the best handle on my magic system. It's kinda like Dragonball Z energy, but also kinda you have to have the ability and creativity to give it form, and... yeah. It's wonky. Sometimes I make my characters hold the idiot ball to avoid godmodding. It's worked well with the bestie so that sometimes nonmagic people can cause shenanigans. I take turns deciding which character I want to absolutely break and drive to desperate tears as they get the tar kicked out of them, so sometimes it's just easier to go, "Oops, someone sealed their magic." And then sometimes the would-be attacker doesn't seal them and gets murked. It's whatever works best for the plot at the time, if I'm honest.

Sometimes I reference an AU timeline, which is where pretty much all of Aubrey's characterization comes in. Rae and Sascha died (Rae was a total hellion trying to revolt against the government for being anti-magic, and it got her shot repeatedly in her kitchen for it) and then Aubrey was left at 15 to take care of his 13 year old little sister. Lili also died, and Aubrey was left all alone, avoiding authorities... when he wasn't provoking them. Two years pass from his sister's death, putting him at 17.

In the AU world, climate change has totally wrecked the world, leaving it barren and uninhabitable outside of terraformed domes for any extended period of time. It takes awhile for him to meet back up with Zxy, who, at that point, is also working to take down the anti-magic government to save everyone from extermination. The Zxy I use isn't AU Zxy, it's just plain flavored, no added spice.

Obviously, this means Rae and the rest of the family came back to life. I don't really have an explanation for that, because it was something that happened in RP with the bestie, so I've just rolled with it, because Rae is fun to write, and Sascha and Lili could stand to be fleshed out more.

The AU thing doesn't come up a lot, unless I'm feeling like being mean to Aubrey and making him sad about things that happened to him in his past.

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toadeyes-miqote · 1 year

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The Stormblood Sisterhood.

One of the thing I like most in Stormblood was dumping Alphinaud and running away with Lyse and Alisaie. And Hylnyan had to be without her big bro Thancred. A sisterhood of sorts formed and eventually added Yugiri, Cirina and Sadu to the mix. And then got absorbed into her main Sisterhood (Leih, Tataru, Lucia)

Hence the Stormblood Sisterhood ran amok At least there was Hien to provide eye candy. Granpa Gosetsu and Grandma Temulun to keep everybody in check.

Lyse (25~), Hylnyan(22~) and Alisaie (16~). Yeah ~ish, almost a year but not quite in Hylnyan’s timeline.

As a younger sibling, I’m partial to younger siblings wanting to break out of their elder sibling’s shadows and be known for their own worth, not the good or bad their elder sibling turned out to be.

As a Gridanian starter, Hylnyan has no idea who Yda is. Her recruiters dumped her on Thancred the moment they returned to the Waking Sands. And then “Lahabrea sensei has entered the building.” not long after.

On this I thought Lahabrea sensei watches from behind Thancred’s eyes. Thancred was unable to articulate what exactly is wrong with himself, might have slight but futile resistance. Lahabrea sensei may had to mentor Hylnyan whenever she pops into Waking Sands unannounced and before he can return control to Thancred without giving the game away.

So returning to the Waking Sands, with the aloof Y’shtola who behaves like Hylnyan needed to earn her praise to get her attention(prickling attitude, boundaries needed before a catfight happens) which became a major turnoff by Feast of the Titans. And the only other Moon Miqo’te was the very quiet Tajih Mewrilah who’s probably on a polite coworker vibe. Yda had weird moods that went all the way to 2.5 at least to me.

There was this weird co-dependency thing with Papalymo and one or two characters(Thancred and Moenbryda) that cause Yda to be switch on(be interactive enough for fic ideas / headcannons to float? ) or switched off and be by herself. And that was who Yda was to me. something was wrong but what?

How much of the things she does was for the sake of taking on her sister's identity? Does hanging out with B team remind her of her sister or was she using them to hide herself?

It felt like she needed someone to tell her who she’s supposed to be. I can’t picture them hanging out until Thancred probably drag everybody for a Hoary vs Hylnyan showdown(again Thancred in his social butterfly form).

All this before Hylnyan learn close quarters combat. Once Yugiri joined in, it became Parkour training session in Mor Dorna for the physical DPS folks. See how the magic folk got left out, unless you're Coultenent or Alisaie.

And then the Bloody Banquet happened and it took Balsar’s wall that the weird co-dependency thing got addressed. Hylnyan had no anger against Lyse since she hardly knew Yda.

Then Stormblood gave me Lyse and Alisaie, the younger sisters traveling together. Both of them willing to help with the busywork, sharing the chores of finding Kojin underwater breathing prayer materials. Yugiri not being the bossy elder sister. Cirina is one of us younger girls. Sadu was over enthusiastic but more manageable than Zenos. There was no big sibling character shooting the younger ones down.

Alisaie presented herself as being much more people aware and sensible than her brother. Lyse was growing up as well. Hylnyan was practically supporting their growth using her own lessons as a hunting Miqo’te to train young Miq’ttens since she’s known as one of the better hunters.

Hylnyan treats Alisaie as someone to mentor like she does Ryne (paying back Thancred for his guidance), while Alphinaud was a total babysitting job and would charge Fourchenault accordingly (Tataru’s rules). Stormblood was the girls road trip when your WoL happen to be female. Bonus points for being younger siblings’ trip.

This is what I like about Stormblood. The little siblings are coming out their elder siblings shadows(if you include Meteor and Ardbert as Hylnyan’s big bros). Lyse felt more like a friend and close ally than Yda ever was.

Yes and for Temulun for providing one of my fave lines of guidance. Inb4 Vritra's line about threads of the fate that are bound to the WoL, unsure when was Shepard to the Stars.

Fitting that her Azem name is Helen no?

"Gracious light. Light that guides, light that burns. How bright the torch guards through the night". - Emet again

"Magnai? What? No I didn't invite him for our training session. Can I recruit Sidugru as another of our tanks? I'll even learn conjury to heal!"

"Hien and the Sisterhood! Weep and learn! Magnai!"

Uwu... if Elidibus ends up being her little bro, blame the younger sibling effect.

#Book 4 - Stormblood #stormblood sisterhood #Is this dynamics what Emet sees?#The WoL and us #Why are we all DPS focused #Azem is a guiding light #The torch burns bright #FFXIV #Stormblood #younger sibling breaking out of their older siblings' shadow

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deanwinchesterf · 2 years

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hmm should i mop my floors or play mass effect

#i have cleaned the rest of my apartment #its always gonna look like shit anyway bc i do not have storage space lmao #my apartment is teeny tiny #and i wont be able to afford a bigger one quite possibly ever #unless something magical happens and i get a better paying job #so its never gonna look properly clean and nice and fresh bc all of the space is filled with my stuff #but whatever its nice and clean #personal

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messers-moony · 3 years

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So Perfect | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through.

The bookstore was quiet most days. It was a tiny little two-story shop in London. The idea was it had a book for everyone. On the second story was a living quarter for the two siblings that worked at the shop. It was a small two-bedroom apartment, but it did what it was needed to do.

Remus and Y/n Lupin were the owners of the shop. It was their eighteenth birthday gift from their parents. Growing up, their parents didn’t have much, so for them, it means a lot. The name of the shop was something simple - Lupin’s Library - but inside held memories that they would cherish forever.

When they started the business, it was slow. Most days, no one would enter, and Y/n worked a separate job to help Remus pay the bills. But after a year it seemed that people preferred the shop over any other place in London. They enjoy the warmness of Remus’ smile and the radiant happiness from Y/n.

Remus worked behind the counter at the register, and when there wasn’t a customer, he was reading on the stool he sat on. Y/n did inventory and stocked books. She didn’t like to sit still, preferring to be on her feet moving around. Sometimes early in the morning, she’d grab donuts to leave on the front counter for early customers.

There was nothing like Lupin’s Library, and that’s why people loved it.

The bell-ringing announced a new customer into the shop. It was a tiny ding, nothing majorly loud. Y/n was stocking books while Remus was sleeping upstairs in his room. Over the past winter, he had caught a nasty cold leaving Y/n to take over the bookstore until he got better while also trying to take care of him.

“One moment, and I’ll be with you!” Y/n called as she slipped the last book into place.

She skipped to make it behind the counter where she met a man about her age - twenty-five. He was taller than her, maybe just around six feet. His hair was messy and curled slightly at the ends. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, and he radiated a certain playfulness Y/n could get used to.

“Mornin’ sir!” James was taken away by her light and fluffy accent, “What can I do for you today?”

He smiled, “Looking for something to read for my son.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s about to turn five.” James smiled proudly.

“That’s adorable!” Y/n gushed, “Any way we have magic treehouse books, maybe he’d like those?”

“Maybe, he’s been begging for new books.” James ran a hand through his hair, “It’s the only way I can get him to calm down.”

Y/n smiled, “You know, on Saturdays, I read to kids. If you want him to join us, he’s more than welcome. Saturdays, I read to kids five to nine. Sundays, I read to kids from ten to fifteen.”

“Wow,” James replied, “I’d love to take him in if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!” She smiled, “Everyone’s welcome.”

James gave a grin in response as he searched the Library for these Magic Treehouse books. It took him five minutes before even finding the kids section, but when he did, James grabbed the set of them. He placed each book on top of another and brought them to the counter of the pretty girl.

He watched at how gently and smoothly she moved the books to scan them. James was so focused he didn’t even notice her handing him the books and the receipt, “But I didn’t-“

“It’s on the house.” Y/n replied, “I’ll see you Saturday.”

James’ face flushed; he hadn’t felt this way since Lily, “I’ll- um- see you Saturday….”

He walked out of the shop with a happy smile placed on his face. James hadn’t felt flustered and nervous around a girl since Lily in seventh grade. He had been head over heels for her since then. They began dating in sophomore year and had Harry right out of high school. It was poor planning on their part, but Harry was everything James had dreamed of. It wasn’t until Harry’s second birthday when Lily said she couldn’t take it anymore.

Not only had it broken James’ heart, but it broke Harry’s too. Harry had no idea where his momma had gone. What broke James’ heart the most was Lily saying she wanted absolutely nothing to do with either of them. Lily had placed the engagement ring on the wooden table, collected her things, and left, just like that.

Then it was just them against the world. James and his little mini-me, as Sirius would say. Sirius was the one who recommended the bookshop. He wouldn’t shut up about how cute the boy behind the register was (“Oh James, his hair looks so fluffy!”). It was like hearing a broken record. James didn’t see the boy with fluffy hair, but he did see the girl with the radiant smile.

That night James sat beside Harry in his twin bed. Harry was thrilled to see the new books on his shelf, and as James began reading, Harry became more hooked with each page. When James shut the book, Harry was devastated. He wanted to know more and finish the book! Alas, he had to go to sleep, and if he did, James promised him that they’d finish the book tomorrow.

When James brought up going to Lupin’s Library on Saturdays, Harry was ecstatic! He couldn’t wait to meet the new kids and begin a new book. By the time Saturday rolled around, they had finished two of the Magic Treehouse books. James entered the shop with Harry in front of him, hands on the little boy's shoulders. Now at the counter, he saw the boy with fluffy hair.

“Good afternoon, sir.” He greeted in the same soft accent, “Here for the kids reading circle?”

Harry nodded, and the boy chuckled, “Great. It’s just in that back corner.”

James thanked him before bringing Harry to the back corner, where kids were already sat on a rug. Blankets were spread among some of them, and the girl was sitting on a chair in the corner while the kids made a semi-circle around her. James beckoned Harry to sit, and James smiled at the girl in the chair.

As the reading began, James decided to venture through the bookstore. The bookshelves were surprisingly clean and rid of any dust. The books were taken care of, not a crease or bent page unless he went into the used section. Some people preferred new books; some preferred used. There truly was a book for everyone in here.

He made his way back to the front desk with some books he had gained from the shelves. A multitude of paperbacks and gently placed them on the counter. Remus put a bookmark in his book and began to scan each book just as smoothly as the girl. His hands didn’t seem as soft. They looked calloused and scarred. Sirius’ type, all the way.

“You wouldn’t happen to see a boy with straight black hair in here sometimes?” Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Wears ripped jeans and a leather jacket?”

Remus smiled, “Yes, we get him in here quite frequently.”

“Do you mind if I got your number for him?” James questioned, “He’s talked the world of you and your bookstore.”

“It’s not just my bookstore.” Remus correctly playfully, “My sister works it with me, who I see you’ve been well acquainted with.”

James’ face flushed pink, “I didn’t- I don’t-“

“It’s fine.” Remus replied, handing him the books and the receipt, “She’s a big girl. I trust her to make her own decisions.”

“I didn’t pay for these.”

“You can thank my sister.” Remus winked as he sat on the stool and began reading.

James grunted at not paying again. He rummaged through his wallet and placed forty pounds in the tip jar. Remus chuckled and shook his head at the gesture, appreciative nonetheless of the man's kindness. Another thirty minutes went by, and Harry was running back into his dad's arms.

“That was awesome!” Harry exclaimed softly, “She was so nice! She gave us lollipops!”

“Did she?” James asked, and Harry nodded.

Y/n smiled softly as she joined Remus behind the counter, grabbing some books to stamp while all the kids filed out to find their parents, “Looks like we’ll be back next Saturday.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Y/n replied, “I’ll look forward to it.”

Harry smiled, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

James and Harry walked out of Lupin’s Library together with smiles on their faces. Harry wouldn’t stop jumping with joy the entire day. He couldn’t get over how lovely the lady was and how she gave him a lollipop. Truthfully, it was the little things when it came to kids. Remus chuckled as they left the library together.

“He quite likes you, I’d say.”

“Little kids like anyone who give them candy.”

“I don’t mean the boy.” Remus replied, “I mean the adult who seems quite fond of you.”

Y/n hmphed, “And what about the man who wears the leather jacket and the straight black hair?”

Remus blushed, “‘Oh, Y/n, he’s so perfect.’” Y/n mocked.

“You’re annoying.” Remus nudged her with his elbow.

“Love you too.”

It wasn’t until Wednesday when he came back in again. Y/n had been absent from the shop due to having to help her friend bartend. Despite working at the bookshop full time, she still had a part-time job bartending. If she spent the whole day at the bar, then she spent the entire night at the bookstore. Working two jobs was no easy feat, but she did it.

James walked in and wandered aimlessly after not seeing or hearing her. Remus smiled amusedly as he walked in and continued to read his book. James felt the spines of the books but never plucked one from the shelf. Remus got tired of his lost puppy look and finally called to him.

“She’s not here, you know.”

“Oh,” James muttered, “Where- Where is she?”

Remus placed his book down after bending the corner of the page, “Helping a friend.”

“I’m sorry for wasting your time,” James replied nervously as he went to walk out the door.

“Wait!” Remus called, and James turned, “I can- um- I can give you her schedule if you want.”

“Schedule?” James questioned, “She doesn’t work here full time?”

Remus shook his head, “No, she works part-time at a bar around the block. It helps-“ He scratched the back of his neck, “It helps pay the bills.”

“You guys don’t make enough to stay in business?”

“No, we don’t.” Remus murmured, “I can't really do much else other than work here, so Y/n took up another job. Which she hates, and it drains her.”

James was appalled. These people were so nice and kind. How weren’t they making enough to stay in business? Remus looked utterly embarrassed by the whole thing, confessing to a customer that they were struggling. James, himself, was a Nephrologists at a hospital not too far away. His family was small, and he made a lot of money.

Without another word, James left the shop leaving Remus in a confused state. He walked to an ATM that was only a couple of blocks away before pulling out a decent amount of cash. James walked back into the bookstore and placed an envelope on the counter. Remus stared at it confused as he got on his own two feet to open it. As he peeled back the seal, he saw what was inside.

“I’m sorry, I can’t-“

“Please.” James begged, “Harry would be devastated if his favorite place went out of business.”

Remus had tears in his eyes as he placed the money beneath the counter, “Thank you. You have no idea what this means. Our parents bought this shop with almost nothing, and we’ve been trying, but it’s so hard.”

“Well,” James began, “I don’t know if I could live with myself if this place was gone, especially after knowing you’re guys’ kindness.”

Remus smiled and grabbed a piece of paper with a calendar on it. At the bottom, he wrote his and Y/n’s names along with their phone numbers. His handwriting was tidy and curvy. Remus handed the piece of paper to him, and James took it gratefully.

“It’s Y/n’s schedule along with her part-time bartending job. Our numbers are at the bottom.” Remus motioned to the calendar and at the numbers on the bottom.

“Thank you, Remus.” James smiled as he pulled out a business card from his wallet, “Obviously, you don’t need me to be your doctor, but my number is on the card if either of you needs anything.”

Remus took the two cards gently, “Thank you, James. We really won’t forget this.”

“I’m glad.” James smiled, “Because I won’t forget you two.”

He left the bookstore with a skip in his step. It felt good to do that. James hadn’t felt this happy since Harry was born, but now he felt like himself again. He felt like that energized boy from middle school who was always destined to be great.

James didn’t know what it was like to be poor. He grew up with his parents being doctors. They made decent money, and James always got what he wanted. They lived with the higher class. It made his heart ache that Remus and Y/n, who were so sweet we’re struggling. He couldn’t take it. He had to do something. It felt good to do that something.

Around the block was a bar called Whiskey Woes. It was old and rugged-looking. The black stone bricks seemed to be cracking in every spot. It made James grimace. Walking inside was even worse. The pungent smell of older men with no taste for cologne made him scrunch his nose. But behind the counter, he saw an exhausted girl who was giving it her all to get tips.

James made his way to sit on a barstool, and sluggishly Y/n made her way to him, “Good afternoon, sir! What can I getcha today?”

“A glass of water?” James replied, lifting his head, and Y/n let out a visible sigh of relief, “‘Course.”

A minute of running around the bar later, a glass of water was placed in front of him, “How’s work, Y/n?”

“How’d you find out my name?”

“Well, your name tag says it.” James pointed, “And I went by the bookstore today.”

Y/n hummed, “Remus tell you where I work, huh?”

“Yeah.” James replied, stirring his water with his straw, “And I want you to quit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want you to quit working at this shithole.” James repeated, “And take this.”

Another envelope was passed to her across the bar. Y/n eyed him as she broke the glued seal on the white paper. Inside she saw cash, and it didn’t look like just a tiny amount either. Y/n’s face showed visible shock, and James smiled sheepishly.

“Consider it a tip.”

“This is more than a tip.” Y/n chuckled, “This is like three of my yearly salaries.”

James’ smile faltered just a tiny bit, “You don’t belong here. You belong at the bookstore with Remus. You don’t seem happy here, and Remus sees it too. Says you come home exhausted and drained.”

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Maybe go on a date with me?”

Y/n blushed, “A date?”

“Yeah, a date.” James muttered.

“I think you deserve a lot more than a date.” Y/n replied, and James smirked, “Only if you’ll let me.”

She laughed, and it made his stomach flutter. It was a sound he wanted to hear forever. It made his heart flip and the corners of his lips quirk. The way she tilted her head back and how her hair flowed as she did so—the crinkle of her nose and the creases of her eyes as she shut them tightly.

She was so perfect.

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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; In a desperate need to find another job to not get kicked out of the shared apartment with his best friend, jungkook finds himself doing a job he has never thought he would do and somehow, you were only supposed to be a person who pays him for babysitting

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If there was a non-canon The Rise of Darkrai situation involving Giratina and Palkia, all I have to say is, alongside a proper "Croagunk can deflect an actual GOD'S attack" scenario possibly happening, well, if the people at NRC know of Darkrai, if Darkrai risks their own life to keep them safe, to the point they at least TEMPORAILY died, well, I have the feeling NO ONE would stand for ANYONE trying to say their evil just because of something they can't control. Since they saw that they're the exact opposite.

Note: As this is a non canon ask, this does not comply with the canon of the story and thus is treated differently. I just assume that this is after the main story? IDK how it'd work, but just imagine that in this scenario.

Refers to this ask and this ask for Darkrai and stuff; I can't find the OG Palkia and Giratina asks because it's been buried under a lot of other ask asldkfljasj; I don't think I tagged it properly either ☠️

This is written for fun! Please enjoy! This is a long ask (technically two), so prepare yourself. If I keep getting asks like this, the longer it'll take to update the next chapter ☠️

Minor spoilers for what happens in the fic as well as some spoilers for world-building in general.

As someone who absolutely loved The Rise of Darkrai and Giratina & the Sky Warrior as a child, I honestly agree with those statements.

As such, I came up with a fun, non canon thing below from the asks in the past. Can you imagine the way that this happens though?

It started as an ordinary day at Night Raven College.

As ordinary as it could ever get in a magic-based world that was slowly becoming aware of the wonderful (and often dangerous) creatures known as Pokemon. Soni was going through the usual routine that she'd built up for herself through the time she'd spent here.

Wake up to the sound of screaming between Swanna and Sebek, eat breakfast with Grim devouring everything in sight, walk together with Ace, Deuce, and Happiny to their classes, do her assistant job during classes while doing notes to ensure that her grades were decent enough, eat lunch with everyone- the list goes on and on.

Compared to what she dealt with back home, that was a walk in the park.

Aside from the random chore that Crowley tried- and failed- to give her on account of refusing to give her a higher pay unless she ranted at him for hours on end, it wasn't that bad. Less crime syndicates rising from the ashes and getting stomped on before they could ever become anything more, less paperwork dealing with nobles having centuries-long disputes on money that they had plenty of, just less of everything that her life had been consumed in recent years.

Thinking about that only made her sigh, the twinge of pain from sitting still for so long made her want to go flying outside. Granted, even if she wasn't doing anything on a major scale as she lived through in her world, Soni still had plenty of things to deal with as a half-student in Night Raven College.

"You freaking brat cat!" Ace screamed, waving his pen at her feline monster companion. "You stole my sandwich again!"

"It was just sitting on the desk! You didn't have your name on it!" The shit-eating grin on Grim's face only made Ace angrier.

Deuce was looking at the two of them with furrowed eyebrows as Happiny latched onto his pants leg, his voice exasperated. "You guys..."

"You two better stop acting stupid, or else I'm going to never make either of you lunches ever again." That got their attention. What is it with these two and food? "Grim, you get no canned tuna for two days. Ace, you're paying for my lunch for today with dessert."

"Henchman?!"

"Don't you get a free lunch for being the staff?! Why am I being punished?"

"As a part of the staff, you're fighting right in front of me." Soni shrugged her shoulders at Ace. "And that doesn't mean I can't enjoy some extra food at your expense."

"Honestly, you're the worst-"

The bright shining sky turned dark, the hum of energy warping the world around them. As the others looked out the window in shock, Soni could sense an otherworldly presence right beside them.

"Mmm..." The low-toned warning resonated in her ears in a language that only she understood. Why...

She managed to pull back in time. The black orb that surged past her crackled menacingly as a promise to hurt them all. From the shadows emerged a figure that made her bring Dior immediately.

"Darkrai..." Soni said the name, her voice calm as it could be in this situation. "What do you want from us?"

"Wha-?!" Deuce held Happiny in his arms, doing his best to shield the little one from the hostile Pokemon.

"FNYAH! HENCHMAN! WHO IS THAT SPOOKY GUY?!"

"Mmm..... MMMMM!" The bright blue eyes of the Mythical Pokemon stared right at her, raising a shadowy hand at her and her alone. So you know me... You must... LEAVE!

"Dior, Teleport us out of here!" Soni yanked everyone close.

All their shouts faded to white noise as they reappeared at the entrance of Ramshackle Dorm. As Soni blinked her eyes, she stared at the sky that was completely and utterly dark with no sun to be seen.

"Teacher's pet, what the hell was that thing?" Ace rubbed the back of his head.

"Miss Monet! What in the Sevens is going on outside?!" The Headmaster arrived at the worst time as always, his feathers ruffled. "If it's one of your monsters pulling one of their tricks again-"

"Don't blame me for this! I just ran away from Darkrai five seconds ago after it tried to put me into an everlasting nightmare sleep." Soni stopped the adult in his tracks, even when her friends were alarmed by the information that she was telling them. "I don't know anything that's going on right now, Headmaster Supposed To Pay Me My Paycheck A Few Days Ago."

"Ah," Crowley coughed into his hand at that, his golden eyes shifting to the side. "Well, it turns out that something has encapsulated the school in a forcefield that is beyond our understanding of magic, which is rather unbelievable. From what we can tell, I've tried to contact the outside world to no avail. Given our lack of knowledge, I assumed that you knew what was going on."

Soni's eye twitched at the implication. "So you thought I was the one causing all this."

"Well, no." Again, he did not look at her as he said these things. "We just need more context to the situation at hand."

"How about we go someplace where we won't get attacked by a Pokemon that can send us into a literal nightmare realm?" Ace cut into the conversation, bringing back the very apparent change in the world. "We're not the only ones who want answers."

Seeing the Dorm Heads and Vice Dorm Heads appearing as well as their group of friends scattered about in the entirety of Night Raven College, Soni suddenly had that familiar dreadful feeling that things were about to get very close to home in the worst way possible.

"... And that's about it." Soni finished her speech to the crowd that gathered in the relative safety of Ramshackle Dorm.

"This Pokemon came from the shadows as soon as the world changed and attacked you?" Riddle crossed his arms at that. "Did this Pokemon have a reason why?"

Soni tugged on the edges of her gloves. "All I did was say its name and what it wanted. That's when it tried to attack us, although this doesn't make much sense to what I know about the Pokemon..."

"Mind explaining that to all of us?" Leona yawned, feeling tired from the whole situation. The lion Beastman sat on the couch, looking as casual as one could be in this situation.

"Darkrai's known as the Pitch-Black Pokemon," Her Rotophone flashed the words on the empty space that she reserved her Pokemon Lessons to show everyone. "It is known to put people to sleep and cause nightmares with its mere presence."

"So this Darkrai is known in your world to cause nightmares..." Lilia closes his eyes. "Come to think of it, there's an old deity that reminds me of this Pokemon. Long, cloaked in shadow with only a red, gaping maw, and piercing blue eyes that gave people nightmares..."

"Basically, teacher's pet on a bad day?" Ace mumbled to himself. "OW! I was kidding!"

"Anyways," Soni huffed, switching on a picture of Darkrai in question. "That's what Darkrai looks like. I'm assuming that the God of Nightmares and Darkrai are one and the same in this, but that doesn't really explain this barrier situation."

"Well," Azul spoke up from where he was, pushing his glasses up, "Your world is still learning about Pokemon themselves. Perhaps, it's an unknown ability that was overlooked."

"The thing is, this doesn't feel like something Darkrai would be capable of doing." Soni flashes through the multiple instances where the Mythical Pokemon in question was in the few documents that she had of it. "Most Pokemon don't have the ability to distort the world this badly. There's some that can walk between worlds, but those are specific instances."

"I feel like this is one of those instances to talk about what's going on," Jamil crossed his arms, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Well?"

"...Hoopa is one of them, but it can only make portals and not entire enclosures like the one we're dealing with." Soni rubbed her forearm that grew warmer with every word. "Besides Hoopa, the others... are considered major deities where they come from and are so important that to say their names is to invoke their attention. Granted, that's mostly superstition, but who knows at this point."

The silence that fell onto them at the moment drowned out everything else.

"So we're most likely dealing with giant deity boss fights?" Idia's voice over the tablet broke the tension that settled over all of them.

"If you want to oversimplify the deities of time and space, then sure." Soni ignored their reactions to continue. "It's highly likely that there's one of them here."

"Time and space?!" Crowley put his head in his hands. "What have I done to deserve this at my prestigious school?!"

"It's not what you've done, it's what you haven't," Soni mumbled to herself before continuing her speech. "Well, there's technically a third one who could do this, but no one really wants to talk about that one. It's almost taboo to do so."

"Oh, is this one so feared in your world, Child of Man?" Malleus asked her. "Are there tales of them ripping apart the world in their rage?"

"More like one was put away for their rage and anger by the creator of the universe in a separate dimension where they were the only living beings to exist in there until recent times, but that's mostly..." Soni hesitated to say well-known when everyone else looked like this was new to them. "...acknowledged by everyone back home."

"So, we have Legendary Pokemon that are known as deities that are warping the world as we know it and a nightmare-inducing Mythical Pokemon that tried to put us to sleep to feast on our dreams or something," Ace summarized everything. "Just what I wanted to deal with before lunch."

"I think if we can talk to these Pokemon and clear up the misunderstanding. Everything will be okay!" Kalim's cheerfulness was blinding in this situation.

"We do have the one person in this place who can fully understand them," the Headmaster said out loud, putting his hand on his chin. "Miss Monet! On the honor of Night Raven College, I ask you to-!"

"Pass." The response was immediate. "Do you not understand the level of danger we're in right now? I'm not going out there to face this kind of crap without proper compensation when I'm literally risking my life to do so as well as my Pokemon's lives. I've told you once and I'll tell you again. Get ready to pay up, you bastard crow-"

Deuce covers Happiny's ears as Soni's begins her tirade against the Headmaster, wincing at the numbers. "I do wonder what exactly Darkrai was doing attacking us though."

"Happiny?" The little bun looked at her Daddy with a tilted head. He doesn't seem too scary though. He sounded scared?

As more time passed, the sky above had no changed as there was no such thing as time in this place nor were there laws to be obeyed. When Soni finally suited up with her team in tow, she knelt down and patted Happiny on the head.

"Make sure to protect your Daddy and your dumb Uncle from getting smashed to bits-" That gained the indignation of her friends, but Soni continued, "-but don't risk your own life in the process. If you need to run, then run away."

A happy chirp from the Pokemon made Soni smile. "Hap!" Okay!

Taking the first step outside, Soni was flipped to the side as the ground underneath her shifted and turned. Night Raven College was broken into pieces, each place that was once easily reached was separated by floating boulders and pieces of land that were beginning to fade away at the edges in a hiss of pink light. The gaping abyss underneath Soni's feet promised the end of everything should she fall there.

"...Well, we're working with Poketoon logic apparently. Alright, this is going to be a challenge. Charlie, we need you buddy!"

The large draconic Pokemon let out a resounding roar in the silence, his tail swishing side-by-side as Soni petted his head. "Grrrr...." I heavily dislike this plan...

"I know, but hey, it's better than the last time we had to deal with a Legendary." Soni could see the look of annoyance, the huff of hot breath hitting her in the face as to scold her.

"Grrr..." The unhappy growl that escaped him made her sigh. We did not know about that one...

"No use in thinking about the past." Soni patted him one last time. "Let's go, shall we?"

Flying through the disordered world around them, Soni knew that it was more and more likely that there were at least one of the biggest deities in the world here at Night Raven College. The school building was in one piece as it was in the center of the land and surprisingly none of it had fallen apart just yet.

It was more of a mystery as to why the Legendaries were here in the first place. Unless there was something going on with their domains-

The lightbulb went off in Soni's mind.

Darkrai had mentioned something earlier about her needing to leave as well as being surprised by her knowing its name. From what Soni knew, Pokemon came from her world. How many times did this situation happen where Pokemon went missing and wound up in a different place than they've ever known? Who's to say that the deities of time, space, or even antimatter, weren't pissed by the violation of worlds colliding? Was Soni, a Blessed, the final straw to this whole situation?

Her forearm burned.

KABOOM!

The pink slash tore through the air right near where Ramshackle was, pink molecules ascending into the air.

"...Well, shit." Soni breathed out, bracing herself for the ride back to her dorm. "Charlie, full speed ahead!"

GRAWWR! WHERE IS THE ONE WHO OVERSTEPS!

SREECH! THE ONE WHO DARES TO SHATTER THE WORLD!

Johto had always taken the historical stories and legends of Pokemon as fact, something Soni's mother had taken the time and energy to explain why it was important to do so.

"Who knows if they are watching you should you say their name," Her mother told her in whispers, holding her as though to shield her from their sight.

That piece of advice shook her as she watched the deities of space and antimatter roar onto the group of people that were stuck under the pressure of the Legendaries who ruled the world and all beyond. The resounding screeches of the massive beasts from above pierced the ever-eerie silence of the world. Everyone stood outside, their eyes focused on the large, draconic figures that Soni had long to respect as deities.

"Happiny!" A small dot of pink stood in front of them, bowing as much as her tiny body would allow. Hello, who are you!

Oh Arceus, give me strength. Soni thought as she watched Deuce trying to pull the little one back to safety, although the little one refused, focused on the two who hovered above her.

"GRAWAR!" Palkia's roar shook the world around them in its fury. I AM THE ONE TO RULE OVER SPACE! TINY ONE, WHO IS THE ONE TO TAKE THE BLESSED!

"SCREEEE!" Giratina followed up. I AM TO RULE OVER THE DISTORTION WORLD AND ANTIMATTER OF EVERYTHING! FOR YOU TO COME FORWARD AND SO YOUNG, TELL US THE TRUTH!

"Hap Happiny! Happiny Hap! Happiny!" The cheerful response was so drastically different from the atmosphere that Soni wanted to laugh. It's the birdman! Mama says that he's supposed to bring her home, but he hasn't done it, even though he promised! He doesn't pay her a lot of money that she has to fight him on it!

The two Legendaries focused on Crowley who broke out into a cold sweat.

"GRRAWWW!" Palkia's claws lit up a soft, glowing pink. SO IT IS YOU THAT DARES TO MEDDLE IN OUR AFFAIRS, BIRDMAN!

"SCRRRRRRR!" Giratina's six appendages were cloaked in shadow as though painted in darkness itself. WE SHALL NOT BE MERCIFUL WITH YOUR PATHETIC LIFE AND SPARE THE LIVES OF THOSE BEHIND THE TINY ONE!

"What's going on?!" Crowley's cries as the two began their descent on him. "I have not done anything wrong!"

"Happiny," Deuce pulled the little one into his arms, trying not to crack under the pressure, "what did you say to them to get them so mad at the Headmaster?"

"Hap Hap?" I only said what Mama said before a bunch of times?

"Did Happiny just convince literal Pokemon gods to not go after us?" Ace voiced out what everyone was thinking at this moment. "...Honestly, I shouldn't be that surprised at this point, but somehow I am."

"That's your biggest concern?" Riddle's voice peaked at that.

It was at that moment that a dark void was launched towards the two Legendaries.

"Mmmmm...." Shadows blended together to bring forth the form of Darkrai. Stay away... it was a mistake...

As much as Soni wanted the show to go on, she was brought here by accident as far as she knew. Not to mention she wouldn't get paid if the Headmaster combusted into space matter particles or got dragged to the Distortion World. All her work for the week would just evaporate if Crowley poofed out of existence.

"I'm back." Even so, that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with this while she could. Soni entered the scene with Charlie, ignoring the way that the Legendaries immediately focused their attention on her. "I saw something exploding. Did something happen?"

"Happiny!" The little pink Pokemon held out her arms. Mama, you're home!

"GRAWWW!" Palkia raised its claw. BLESSED, YOU HAVE BEEN MISTREATED BY THIS BIRDMAN! AS THE ONE THAT YOUR LEGEND RESIDES UNDER, I WILL ENACT PUNISHMENT ONTO THE BIRDMAN!

"RREEEEEE!" Giratina's body hovered over Crowley. FOR DARING TO PULL SOMEONE THROUGH OUR DOMAINS, YOU WILL BE JUDGED BY THE RULER OF THE DISTORTION WORLD!

"Mmmm." Darkrai asked her. Although I may have attacked you... I did not do so with the intention of harming you. I wanted... to warn you for what was to come...

"Don't worry, Darkrai, I already know that you don't mean any harm," Soni told the Dark type who looked surprised. "It's not really because you want to do it, but an unconscious thing right?"

"Mm." Yes.

"The thing is, I came here on accident. I wasn't really kidnapped? I got summoned here by a carriage." She decided that it was time to stop the misunderstanding, seeing as Crowley's soul was slowly departing him. Gotta keep him alive for him to pay her after all. "Sure, he told me that he was working on a way to send me home, pays me way less than I should be getting and made me go through several hours worth of arguing to get what I deserve, and has endangered my life enough times in the time that I've been here-"

"Is that the right thing to say at this moment..." Jack couldn't help but say that, feeling a cold sweat at the argument. "I'm surprised that she remembers everything like this..."

"One should never piss her off in any degree. She will remember every slight against her." Azul had a blank stare as he remembered what happened to him. "I learned that the hard way..."

Jade patted him on the back.

"Well, she's not wrong." Epel couldn't help but point that out. "She's been dealt a tough time with trying to renovate Ramshackle on her own, getting money for repairs, and the Overblots..."

The pressure around them all got worse.

"True, teacher's pet somehow managed to get the place livable in the span of a few days." Ace joined in. "That, and someone tried to burn it down not long after because he got pissed. Even after all of that, the place is still standing."

Riddle looked unamused by the jab but did not refute it.

"But," Soni finally finished her tirade with Crowley crying tears, "I don't think he's the one responsible for this. I think."

"Did you have to tack that last part on, Miss Monet?" Crowley's pleas were drowned out by Giratina's roar. "EIII-!"

"REEEE!" HOWEVER THAT MIGHT BE, THIS ONE HAS COMMITTED THE CRIME OF DARING TO RISK THE LIFE OF A BLESSED FOR THEIR OWN GAIN!

In that instant, small meteors surrounded the area.

"GRAWAR!" AND FOR THOSE WHO HAD HARMED THE BLESSED, THAT MEANS DEATH! THAT IS THE RULE UPON WHICH THIS WORLD IS BUILT ON!

"Wait what- no!" Soni hadn't heard that one before. "Everyone, get down!"

Little Happiny was held in Deuce's arms as the blue-haired teen began to run. One stray meteor was about to hit them both.

"Ah, shi-!" Deuce pulled out his pen-

A blue blur appeared in front of him, its arm outstretched in the familiar jabbing action that had everyone falling over from the pain. "Croa..." Do not... harm the child...

"Happiny! Happiny!" Happiny flailed her arms. Big Brother Croagunk, you're here! You're really here!

"Croa..." The huff that left the toxic frog was enough to convey the words it wanted to say. Why wouldn't I be? Someone's making a mess.

"Thank you, Croagunk." Deuce said his respects, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to deflect that attack on his own.

"Holy shi-" Ace backpedaled. "How did it stop that meteor with its Poison Jab?! Isn't that thing a deity or god or something?!"

"Ufufu, for that one to be powerful enough to confront a deity like this, no wonder it could withstand an attack on my own spells." Malleus' pen elongated into his staff, "I do think that it's right to defend this place as our own, given that we are all at risk if we don't."

And thus the battle began.

Deuce summoned cauldrons to protect oncoming Draco Meteors that fell from the sky, knocking them off course to hit the disappearing ground. Ace assisted him by launching his own barrages of wind to redirect them to where Croagunk was demolishing them with Poison Jabs. Happiny threw boulders at the Draco Meteors, ensuring that none got to her family in the process. Jack and Epel worked together to get people out of the way, using Jack's Unique Magic to move quickly as Epel rode on his back while slinging magic at the deities.

Riddle and Azul combined forces to launch their magic together, their Vice Heads alongside them in the fight.

"Never thought that this sort of thing would happen here at our school, but there are many surprises when it comes to our local Pokemon Trainer," Azul waved his staff, hurtling a Water Shot towards the flaming ball of energy that threatened to crush them all.

"Indeed," Riddle was far more focused on staying alive than idle chitchat.

Leona used his Unique Magic to destroy the oncoming attacks with a grunt. "Dammit, this is not what I was expecting to do today."

"Shishishi, I don't think anyone was expecting something like this." Ruggie dodged out of the way of an oncoming Draco Meteor, letting out a shaky breath. "Still, this is pretty shitty work."

"Kalim, watch yourself!" Jamil aimed his magic towards the remaining Draco Meteors, flying on the back of the magic carpet as Kalim steered. "We need to minimize the damage down below us. Focus!"

"Leave it to me, Jamil!" Kalim couldn't help but feel like this was a grand adventure. "I wonder if this is something that Soni deals with all the time back home!"

"I pity her if that's the case."

Vil and Rook were in the back, trying to do some long-range damage towards the Legendaries.

"Ah, how marvelous that these gods defend the honor of our local Pokemon Trainer." Rook shot off a Null Shot at the incoming Meteor with ease. "Their passion for justice is quite beautiful."

"I wish that they could've done this on any other day," Vil kept an eye out for the ground that was crumbling right underneath them.

Idia was doing the damage calculations from the safety of his room, trying to figure out how to send these Pokemon back to where they belonged. "Ugh, they're completely aggro right now. We're just a bunch of puny Level 1 Rookies with crappy armor in front of the final boss, but Soni seems to have some OP Protagonist power going on with how she's dodging the attacks."

Meanwhile, Malleus smiled at the fact that he was fighting against a creature that was far more powerful than he. Ever since the world of Pokemon had been revealed to him, there were always new surprises to discover.

Now, he was meeting his match against a creature that equated to a deity in his friend's world. Although Malleus was strong, he was not strong enough to fight a Legendary on his own. It was a humbling experience, he will admit. Having people talk about his power and how overwhelming he was with his crown and name was something that he'd grown used to but in the face of these Pokemon, that meant nothing. He was a challenger to them.

What was that phrase that his Child of Man told him?

When people meet each other's eyes, does that means they were supposed to battle?

Then, who was Malleus to deny what they wanted?

Darkrai flew about, trying its best to deflect the oncoming attacks from the two Legendaries that were enraged by a Blessed being mistreated. Having lived for eons, the way the world had looked upon Blessed had changed. What was seen as a way to connect one another was used as a way to promote war. What was seen as a beacon of peace was seen as being a freak. What was seen as a blessing to the Legends was seen as a curse by the people who surrounded them.

Although Palkia and Giratina waged war with this place, they hadn't noticed these things sooner because Pokemon being taken through different planes was not a new phenomenon. However, Blessed being taken from their homeworld was an entirely different story. They were rare in and of themselves. Few Legendaries would ever come into contact with humans, fewer would ever claim a Blessed who would usher in a wave of peace and stability for a world so broken and divided.

To them, to try and harm the start of peace in the form of a Blessed was to invite war once more and cause devastation. That could not be allowed.

However, if they could see how the Blessed was desperately trying to keep those who had harmed her safe from their rage, they would be lenient. To oppose their will was madness, yet Darkrai couldn't help but agree with the Blessed. If the Blessed thought bygones were bygones, why not let it be so?

"Flamethrower!" The rush of flames blasted against the Spacial Rend that threatened to cut through the world in an instant. "Shit, this is getting worse!"

Soni was in the air, holding onto her beloved Charizard for dear life as they did their best to keep the battle where they could keep the least amount of damage. Granted, it was difficult to pull that off on her own, but she did what she could.

"Graaaaa!" Charlie roared as he soared between the attacks, directing them towards the sky in order to minimize the damage done to their friends below. What do you wish to do now!

"Do what I've always been good at, fighting!" Soni gave her orders. "Keep up the pressure, everyone! Charlie, Flamethrower on Giratina! Quickly!"

The flames engulfed the Legendary who looked at her. "REEEEE!" WHY IS IT THAT YOU ATTACK US WHEN WE ARE HELPING YOU RECEIVE THE JUSTICE YOU DESERVE!

"Sure, a good chunk of these guys have extremely twisted morals, but that doesn't mean you can kill them! That's just wrong!" Soni ducked out of the way, her hair hitting her face as they swooped down to avoid a Dragon Claw. "I've already gotten over that crap if they've paid me back for all that they did to me! Sure, I won't really forget it 'cause like hell I will, but this whole situation is overkill!"

"REEEEEEE!" The Renegade Pokemon reared back, ready to unleash its attack. NOTHING IS SUCH WHEN PEOPLE TRY AND FORCE UPON THEMSELVES THE POWER THAT WE COMMAND! I MYSELF HAD WITNESSED AS SUCH YEARS BEFORE AND DEALT WITH IT AS NEEDED!

"GRAWR!" Palkia threw its Spacial Rend at her. THAT IS WHY WE CAN NOT ALLOW THIS TRANSGRESSION, BLESSED!

"Charlie, pull up!" The collision of their attacks exploded the largest portion of the remaining ground that there was near Ramshackle. "Dammit, they really are too pissed off!"

"Grrr..." We just need one final push and we could finish them off.

A shadowy black blur rose into the air, launching itself towards them. "Mmm." Allow me to assist you, Blessed.

"Darkrai, thank you for the help!" Soni raised her hand. "I'm assuming you know what to do?"

"Mmm." Of course, it is what I have been told all my existence.

"If you don't like where you used to be, why don't you stick around Ramshackle?" The offer seemed to frighten the Pokemon. "There are hardly any people living there, besides me, Grim, and the ghosts. I'm not sure if ghosts sleep though."

"...Mm." ...Perhaps.

And off they went.

Charizard zipped through the sky, his claws ripping through the attacks like they were nothing. From below, they could see nothing but an orange blur with the occasional flash of fire erupting from it. Soni's hair whipped in the wind, feeling no fear as she focused on bringing them all to victory.

"Downward! Spiral Left!" Her voice echoed into the air, the command almost being lost to the roars of the Legendaries. "Flamethrower to your left!"

Dark smoke emerged from the collisions, looming over the battlefield.

"Now!"

Darkrai burst from the blackened clouds, launching the Dark Void attack and encasing the two Legendaries in it. However, that didn't last long as they needed to find a way to calm down the Legendaries. Soni brings up Oracion as a solution, not fully remembering the song name because it'd been something she'd learnt about on her travels and was a rather obscure name overall. The others could only watch in awe as this Pokemon of nightmare protected them.

Granted, there was no other way to go around it but to find songs that could work. Idia and Ortho get to work as soon as possible. As they set up speakers to blast the song through, Darkrai weakens from trying to hold back the legendaries.

"Mmmm!" Blessed, I have reached my limit!

Darkrai did its best to weave through the power of the Legendaries, but it was too much to bear. The collision of the Shadow Force knocked back Darkrai before Spacial Rend finished Darkrai in a spray of pink particles.

"Mm...." Blue eyes closed. I'm sorry... for being weak...

Darkrai was gone. The crew returned the favor by going all-out.

When Oracion began to play, the two Legendaries began to calm down and realized that their own anger towards being captured years ago had resurfaced. Nothing would ever remove that.

A Blessed was to be treated with dignity and care, yet the Bird Man had done little of that. They knew little of this world and cared little for it regardless. What they did know was that punishment was to be put in place.

"Grawww!" Palkia raised its claw, glowing bright pink. I will grant the one who went against us the mercy that the Blessed had given us. Restore to that of shadow!

"Reee!" Giratina's draconic aura pressed down on everyone there. As one under my command, I order you to rise up once more! You are to guard this place that which the Blessed dwells until she will be free of her chains.

Emerging from the shade of the tree, Darkrai was asleep, eyes closed. The Legendaries looked down upon Night Raven College and turned away from it.

Should anything happen, they will return.

That was an unspoken rule that everyone knew at that moment.

When Darkrai awakened, it was greeted with a smile to a home, one that looked in need of repair, but full of life that was endless and overflowing. Never did the Pokemon ever think of living with others until that moment.

"Welcome to Night Raven College, your new home, Darkrai." But who was Darkrai to refuse an order such as this when greeted so warmly.

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LU Modern AU Headcanons: Jobs

Might share my modern AU this way bc I doubt that I’m ever going to actually write for it. Also just fyi it’s a modern with magic au, so the boys still have their special abilities just because I think its fun.

Time: Runs an animal rescue sanctuary with Malon. All the animals there are either injured or otherwise unable to be released into the wild. They balance both being on the business side and everything else. Time has trouble doing math so Malon does everything that has to do with numbers while he talks to people and they both work directly with the animals. Malon also has a doctorate degree in veterinary sciences, specifically for exotic animals. (Time takes advantage if this and calls her Dr. Lon Lon at every opportunity) Everyone thinks that Time got his scar from one of the animals but that’s not true and he won’t tell anyone what really happened.

Four: One of the only employees at a little used bookshop, His grandfather is the owner and just lets Four do whatever he wants there. the job includes lot of quiet and organization and he ends up spending a lot of his days reading. They don’t normally need to split unless groups of kids come in. Red deals with the kids and loves reading to them, Blue keeps the Karen’s in line, Vio talks to teachers, and Green stays at the cash register where he can control the music that plays throughout the store. On some extra slow days he splits and plays card games with himself. Vio usually wins. It’s annoying. That’s when they start playing MarioKart or something. Vio doesn’t always win at MarioKart.

Sky: Coffee shop employee. He takes advantage of his employees discounts constantly. Generally not trusted to help make anything that isn’t coffee based though. He is highly skilled at dealing with people and has a very high threshold for bullshit. Somehow he manages to look like he actually enjoys his job and isn’t just going through the motions. Either that or he works at a remlit cat café. He wants to be a pilot or a flight attendant. He really likes being in the air and traveling.

Warriors: Manager at a pizza place. He’s a good leader and instigated a daily trade with Sky’s coffee shop where each one of his employees get their chosen drinks for a few fresh pizza’s. The two restaurants share a wall and are closer than most businesses. Wars and Sky were friends before working so close together, and now they take their breaks at the same time so they can hang out like real besties. He almost got pulled into being in the army when he was in high school but Linkle threatened to kick his ass and that ended any consideration pretty fast. He wants to work at the martial arts studio as a swordfighting teacher but even though he’s very qualified, it doesn’t pay enough and he wants to get into a better financial place before he tries for that kind of job.

Wind: Doesn’t really have a job but he interns under Linebeck to learn the ropes about sailing. He also gets a seasonal Halloween job that consists of telling scary stories on a boat while live actors jump out and scare passengers. He’s really good at storytelling and is pretty good at improvising. He has also secretly pickpocketed anyone that’s too annoying or obviously rich. He also is in band at Outset Junior High, and when there are concerts, all of the Link’s go. They’re all excited for when he gets to high school and the music starts to get actually good. This adds to the idea that all of them are musically inclined so they encourage Wind’s love of music but also silently suffer through the army of middle schoolers who are just trying their best.

Twilight: Volunteers at Time and Malon’s animal sanctuary as the wolves there like him a lot and he’s going to school for animal related stuff. idk what he’s just a total animal guy and he would totally be the guy who works at a zoo and just strolls into the dangerous animal’s cages and retrieves peoples sunglasses or something. But for his actual job, I’d like to think he works with kids in some way, like he’s a weirdly young school bus driver or he does lectures about fucking with dark magic, or he works at the martial arts studio where he met and was mentored by Time. (or he’s a wrestling coach that’s a PE/ health teacher by day.)

Hyrule: Interns at a hospital while he’s working on his nursing degree. He wanted to become a wizard that hides in caves and teaches wanderers spells and gives out swords to random children but that’s not a lucrative occupation anymore and it would get boring after a while. He still wanted to help people and it’s pretty common for those who are part fairy to go into healing professions. It’s also a plus that nothing makes him squeamish. He’s occasionally paid by Ravio to help identify magical objects for his shop.

Wild: Also volunteers at the animal sanctuary, after saving a young wolf pup and accidentally raising it, he knew that he couldn’t keep it or just release it into the wild so he went to the sanctuary and now visits the wolf multiple times a week. He also happens to be really good with all types of animals and is the go-to person when there’s a particularly stubborn/ anxious animal after he accidentally tamed a bear. He like’s food too much to go into food service so I like to think that he works for the same laboratory as Flora does, while she’s a researcher, he’s a field guy who disappears into weird places for weeks and comes back with jars of bugs and a notebook full of observations. He’s also weirdly tech savvy so I can see him taking apart peoples phones at best buy or something. I could also see him working at an archery/ gun range and he has to supervise Tetra who is there concerningly often.

Legend: Works at Ravio’s antique store and makes sure that the ancient magic items they sell are not dangerous. Hates talking to people and has the worst customer service face. But he’s an expert in magical things and is suddenly not grumpy when people talk to him about things that he knows and can lecture them about. He doesn’t always work in the front, he also works on restoring and polishing store items so they look pretty and sellable. He has once used Ravio’s bracelet to avoid talking to a customer only for them to want to buy his painting likeness. He doesn’t use that method anymore. Wind once convinced him to use one of his monster rings to work at the halloween attraction and he took great joy out of scaring the shit out of people.

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Definitely, maybe.

Part five: The one who belongs to someone else.

Introduction. Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.

Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: Swearing, angst, misspellings, some Spanish, me learning how to write properly, and NY stuff that I've learned from movies that we all agree to pretend are real.

Word count: 6.4 k

a/n: You been asking for smut, I know, I know, I just wanted to introduce you to all the boys first, and we're getting there, just one more ahead. Also, I'm working on a masterlist because we are getting too many parts already.

All body types and skin tones friendly. You can also enjoy it as a no Hispanic reader. Constructive feedback and misspellings correction is always welcome.

Red and blue lights flash the driving mirror.

—No, no, no, por favor que no sea a mi—You beg to the sky looking at the patrol that is asking you to park, or someone else, there's a lot of cars in this part of the city, there's a big chance is the panic who's controlling your senses.—Dios, mi abuela fue a la iglesia cada domingo de su vida y nunca te pidió nada, please let me have some of her divina recompensa.—But that's not how it works, you end up parking with just a few seconds to think what to say. There's a perfect explication of why you are driving a car that is not yours in the middle of the night and smelling like a minibar.

Then this ridiculous thought comes to your mind, you look expensive, you've never seen the daughter of a senator but you must be close to it, it would make you less of a feminist if you just use your attributes? Ugh, you feel sick just to think about it but don't have enough money to pay a fine, and the constant paranoia of being chased all the time as an immigrant will only get stronger.

You pull down your dress a little so your neckline can do its job but you regret it immediately, and you're pretty sure you look more like an expensive prostitute who stole the car of his lover than some influential men's daughter.

—License and registration.—You hear him say when he approaches your window. You don't like this but you have to play the dumb tourist, the pretty foreign girl that is too stupid to be dangerous, with the look you have tonight it shouldn't be hard. But damn you hate cops, any uniformed man that works for the government is your eternal enemy, and you don't know how long you could keep the nice dumb Latina game before spit on his face.

—There's something wrong, officer? ...You?!—Your sexy and fake high voice is ruined when you see the face of the man who stopped you. This night couldn't get worse.

—Wait, what happened with the party?—Evan interrupts you while you finish some notes for work, little remainders for later when you don't have an eleven years old kid running around you, he's not usually this energic and you have to blame yourself for that, you're describing a life of excess and eccentric fun, something you let behind so many years ago that your own son doesn't know even a bit of it.

—Ugh, a nightmare doesn't worth telling.—You remember vaguely most of it but what keeps fresh in your mind is bad enough to don't want to bring it back.

—But if Timothée is my dad I have to know the important things, including the bad stuff.—Sounds perfectly reasonable and that's what makes you groan at him. Sometimes you feel blessed that your kid is better than you in any possible way, and sometimes you want to kill his brain with video games and reality shows like the rest of the parents.

—Ok, cool, but I'll keep all the +18 content for myself, so this part of the story might be blurry for you.—It kinda is for you anyway.

You should’ve known this night was cursed, you had a feeling because a) your earring fell off at the same time Timothée texted you to give you the party address and say he can't pick you up. And b) he won’t pick you up. Your mother would say that’s reason enough to not go, a real gentleman wouldn’t make you go to an unknown place in the middle of the night on your own in a city like this. But you decide to ignore it because you are a modern woman and because it’s worth it. It better be.

The outfit must be something special. You always take your time to choose what to wear, even if just another regular day, and since this isn't the case you thought about it for hours, that made your mind busy enough to not thinking about Tom and the whole love confession. He texted you saying he'll come for you to go to class together on Monday, which is completely impractical because he's way closer than you but is progress and you're going to take it.

You wanted to ask for Sheep's opinion but you thought she might not care, has been a few days since she started acting strange like she's bothered just to see you breathe. You want to blame his boyfriend to take all her time and attention from you but is probably just her new job, she got a small role in a Netflix show, and even when you're so happy for her, that's the event that has changed her into someone completely different. But you give her time, stress can do bad things to people.

The winner is the exact copy you made of the black and white striped dress Cameron Diaz wore in "The Mask" beautiful, classy, and sexy enough without being too scandalous, not that you have any problem with that, but this isn't the occasion, you don't want to feel like you're being too much or too little, just enough, it's supposed to be easy, right? you were born for this. Just adding some big shiny earrings you got on a thrift shop that look like real diamonds and you're ready, not that you own any to compare. Red lipstick, dark eyes, and a messy bun to get that disinterested pitch every look needs.

Getting there wasn't a problem, you were in the rich part of the city, everyone know who, where and what just to brag about it. The excitement is growing with every second, you check your makeup like thirty times in the elevator and send texts to your mom just to let her know where you are, and because you have to share that moment with someone and you are limited of friends these days.

Timothée opens the door with red eyes, drunk, high, or somewhere in between, you know then you were right about the bad feeling. He jumps on you to kiss you and no matter how much you try to explain the delicacy of your lipstick, he does it anyway, leaving a taste of alcohol and shrimps in your mouth. Taking you by the waist he walks you to a group of people you don't know while you're trying harder to fix the red color of your mouth without a mirror.

—Here is the companion I bought, look at her, that's how five grand per hour look like.—They laughed but you were too disoriented to process all the things he said, it was supposed to be a joke? if it is, why isn't he correcting? Instead, his hand goes straight to your ass and presses it to get you closer to him.

—I'm actually an intern in the costume designer department of the new version of "Sense and Sensibility".—You wanted to mention your recent promotion to hairstylist and makeup artist but that might be too pretentious. Anyway, they don't seem to care what you are or not, in fact, they don't even see you, all eyes are on Timothée

—Oh, well, is easy to forget when you're paying them—All laughs again. Who is this person? Who are all these people, actually? You recognize some influencers, a few cast members but there's no sign of the director, other main actors, not even his co-star. You feel like an extra in a movie where someone will be killed in a luxury party, hopefully not you. You take his hand from your body and clear your throat.—I'm just joking my love, she looks stunning, isn't she? I’ll get you a drink.

He leaves and the group of people surrounding you suddenly dissipated like boiling water, you were on your own again and despite some judgmental gazes is like you’re not there, you’re sure you could just take your dress off and throw it to someone’s face and unless Tim says something about it, no one would care. You’re there as his companion, an ornament, and that’s not enough to earn their attention because it’s too obvious you’re the one in turn.

You walk to the only window no one is smoking and check your phone, you know, the thing you do when you pretend you have important issues to attend, but no, you end reading some old messages, pictures, texting your mom of how much fun you’re having at the party, and somehow you check your filed Facebook messages to find Logan’s name. You cover the screen so fast you hurt your nail, his name is enough to make you tremble like a Chihuahua, you haven’t talked to him since that night, you know from his sister he lives in the house he bought for you two and he’s having the happiest life without you. You want to believe that because that means you took the right decision but deep inside… no, you can’t be that person, you want him to be happier than ever.

You find the guts to open the message, and you read as slowly as is humanly possible. “My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health…” Dios, just Logan could start a message like that, your smile is almost too big to fit in your face so you bit your nail to cover it a little. “I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you’ll be happy to know…”

—That’s a fucking long-ass message.—Tim appears behind you and takes your phone from your hand, spilling some of his drink on your dress in the process. Apparently, he's been there long enough to read part of the message.

—Give it back.—You command in the most severe voice you have, your magical moment got ruined and you remember the hole of hell you are.

—"My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health. I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you must know I still use them now and then"—Timothée starts reading the message, and even when no one is close enough to hear it and you don’t really care about this people’s opinion, that’s not for anyone to read, that’s one of the few parts of your life you treasure the most and you’re not ready to get over it.—You little slut, are you cheating on me with a med student?

—Give it to me.—You repeat trying to take the phone from his hand but he’s faster and walks away putting it out of your reach.

—"I meticulously preserve them, I certainly know any piece of art made by you will be priceless in the near future"—You don’t want to hear it coming from his drunk mocking voice, so you try to ignore what he’s saying and put more effort on chasing the phone.—Should I had kept the jeans where you left the wet spot on? I didn’t know you were an artist, my love.

—Timothée, por el amor de Dios.—Now you're trying to climb him, it wouldn't be that hard to take him down, he's skinny and you're fierce. That's what you thought but he's not moving even with you are on top of his shoulder and his opposite long arm keeps the phone away from you.

—Who is this guy and why is he talking to my girl like this?—You see the olive eyes getting darker and the tone of his voice went deeper than you thought he could do. You desist from taking the phone, you know the bullies love the attention, maybe that's exactly what he wants and give it to him just makes it worse.

—I'm not your girl.—You claim fixing up your dress having enough of games, and you have no reason to keep worrying about losing your job, the filming is done, and apparently your relationship with him too. You don't care about any of that anymore, just want to read Logan's text.

Even behind all the alcohol and the eyes injected in blood thanks for who knows what kind of drug, you can see the disappointment and anger, but it's not a broken heart, Is the hissy fit of a child that loses his balloon and now everyone will pay for it, especially you.

—Are you sure about that?—You can see him swallow hard, almost looking vulnerable, but his voice is defiant and threatening to prove you wrong. He just has to stretch out his arm to reach the open window with your phone in hand, his intentions are clear and the only thing you can do is raise your hands as a reflex.—You were mine the moment you put a foot on my trailer, and I don't fucking share my stuff.—Before you can say a word he drops the phone from the fourth floor.

You know is senseless but you find yourself running out of the party and going to search the device, using it also as an excuse to get away from that place. This is the first time someone makes you feel meaningless, you know the famous' world is cold and lacking in empathy but this is ridiculous, they're a bunch of parasites fed by attention and power. By Timothée.

The screen is crashed and the rest of it is probably beyond repair, not that you're surprised, its life is longer than you've been in the country and you admit you should have replaced it much earlier but you're not the kind to throw away things that still work. However, is not the phone you are worried about, not as much as what it contains.

—That was obsolete anyway, I'll get you a better one.—You didn't know he was following you, his voice interrupts your self-wailing. He sounds calmer and a little embarrassed, but not enough to say sorry, you don't think he's capable of saying it.

You shake your head and start to walk away without a word, you don't want anything from him, not materially, at least.

—Don't make a scandal out of it, it's just a phone!—He yells erasing any trace of regret in his voice. He doesn't see the reaction he expected and that's when he runs after you and with a hand on your upper arm pulls you back, you gasped for the sudden bluntness.—That annoying habit you have of leaving when I'm talking to you.

You push him away with all the strength you have, which resulted in him almost falling on the ground.

—I don't care about the stupid phone!—You finally break, but sadly is not as satisfactory as you thought it would be.—You are mean, vain, arrogant and the worst part is that you enjoy being this despicable human because you have absolutely no consequences to it. Everyone around you just accepts it and I feel so sorry for you because the only possible way for you to fill the void inside is to be surrounded by that crowd of mules licking your steps—To your surprise, he has nothing to say, he's just standing there with no facial expression, whatever he feels is easily covered by his years of experience acting, even drunk.—I can't give you that and it's obvious they don't want me either. What am I even doing here?—You ask yourself thinking where would be the best way of getting a cab, is a rich zone, must be easy.

—Everything is better when you're around—His voice is thin and fragile, you have to process what he said three times in your head to understand his words. You're not willing to look at him yet.—You're not like the others.

—Pure bullshit. You love to repeat that misogynist discourse of girls being in a certain way because is easier than be responsible for the people you choose to be—You were hugging yourself the whole time, is a cold night, but not enough to be bothersome, you enjoy Fall weather—You got me for a moment, I give you that, you fooled me but I'm too tired of guessing what version of you is real—When you return your gaze at him, he doesn't try to hide the guilt anymore, but there's still haughtiness in there.—Now, if you don't mind Mr. Chalamet, I need to get a cab.

—No, you came with me, you leave with me.—There's no trace of alcohol in his voice anymore, a good scolding is enough to put you sober, you know that thanks to your mom. Oh god, you're becoming her.

—You didn't bring me here, gigantic head—You look at him and put your hand in front of him with the palm up. He stares at it for several seconds before put his own on it—Not that!—You shake it and start looking inside his jeans pockets until you feel the metal of his key car.—You can't drive and I have to get home. You'll find it in the studio tomorrow.

That's how you ended with a car way more luxurious than you expected, driving so slowly and carefully that the police stopped you. What a night, but at this point, you couldn't care less about anything that is not that message, is been months and you can't get over it, over him. Not even Ben moans, Tom's comforting arms, or fight with a movie star at 3:00 am. is enough to get him out of your mind.

—So is true, you don't wear anything that hasn't appeared in a movie, huh?—Michael B. Jordan is leaning on the car window with a mocking smile and a sparkle of satisfaction that you would love to punch but his uniform keeps you in line, where you come from police is not equal to justice, most of the times is oppression.

—You know where it's from?—That was kind of comforting, no one at the party noticed. Not that you care.

—Is The Mask, not some Adam Hitchcock's blurb.—He smiles and even when you really don't like him, it's nice to be with a familiar face, you are really tired of running away, scaping for problems that are a result of your null capacity to deal with emotions. Ugh, what a word.

—Is Alfred Hitchcock, actually.—You didn't want to sound priggish, but you correct him with no time to stop yourself, an old habit.

—You got me, smarty, you know more than movies than me. Where did you get this car?—You feel really nervous even when you got this legally, you have your documents and license on time and he's being nice enough to not want to run away in a car that you technically borrowed for yourself.

—It's not mine.—No shit, Sherlock.

—No shit, Sherlock, I was asking where did you steal it.—You wanted to laugh but there's something with the uniform that just doesn't allow you to be yourself.—Are you drunk?

—No, no, fuck, no, it's just, I don't feel comfortable with cops—He raises his eyebrows but that is his only reaction.—Listen, is my boss' car, I'm doing the favor to take it to the studio, and I'm really nervous because is fucking expensive, he's an asshole, I haven't drive un almost a year because you people only use cars if you're rich or your work and lives depend on it. I'm starving.—The last part came out of nowhere, you haven't eaten anything in almost 13 hours, maybe that's the actual reason why you are that moody.

He doesn't answer right away, takes his time to look at you, what makes you blush, he's really close, closer than he's ever been. Does he smell like green apples? Not the actual apples, the artificial smell they had given to them.

—Get out of the car.—Oh no, is he arresting you? Is he finally taking revenge for every time you make fun of his Hawaiian-type shirts? You know you have too much karma accumulated and a cop making you pay for it when you don’t believe in their sense of justice is kinda poetic, and evil.

You don’t want to discuss with someone with a taser, gun, pepper spray, or who knows what else. So you take your bag, the key car, and get off defeated.

—My turn is almost over, I’ll take you to eat something, c’mon.—He walks back to his patrol and you stay still for a few seconds still processing his words, you must look totally devastated for him to offer that. How you see it you have two options, go with him and spend an awkward hour with a person you don’t like or risk getting a fine, Tim can pay it, it’s not a big deal but you don’t want to owe him even the minimal thing.

You get in the car holding on to your bag to feel calmer, this is the first time you’re fully alone with him since you found him half-naked in your kitchen. Those defined abs may never leave your brain.

—Are you cold?—He interrupts your thoughts with his question, you didn’t notice you were shaking. He looks for something under his seat and gives you an NYPD hoodie, you hold it doubting your next move, is not like you don’t appreciate the gesture but it’d be easier to take if it doesn’t get that words printed—Is clean.—He says chuckling when he sees the way you’re looking at it.

—Is not that, just, you know, fuck the police, defund the NYPD, demilitarize the pigs and that stuff.—You say putting on the hoodie anyway, is a cold night and you won't help the institution wearing their propaganda.

—Yeah, I get it, but you can't change the system just from within.—You decide is not the right moment to have a political conversation so you shrug your shoulders and discreetly smell the hoodie, a mix of cologne, green apples, and cheap soap, you know is cheap because you buy the exact same, do its job.

—I'm in the mood for pizza.—You say casually, making a deal to yourself to try to be his friend, he is a small part of your life anyway.—Domino's is open at this time of the night?

—Tell me you're not consuming that shit, dear Lord, you been here for how long, two years? I can't believe your idea of a good pizza is Domino's. Stella hasn't taught you anything?—You're surprised by the level of condescension with a pizza and you mirror his smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Your school program includes people from all around the world so you don't have that much experience with actual new yorkers. Logan is rich, so he doesn't really count.

—What's wrong with Domino's? I don't buy much street food, is cheaper to buy things on the food market. Besides, all pizza is good.—The mention of Sheep makes you a little tense, so you don't say anything about it, is not a conversation to have with him.

—Don't blaspheme in the patrol, I just washed it—You laugh, finally, after a terrible weekend. You can see why she likes him, there is something about his voice, smile, and his eyes that feel... calm, like watching Friends after a marathon of Lord of the Rings.—There are rules to survive this city, and I'm surprised you have made it this far without a proper guide.

—Chill out Mr. Miyagi, I'm not from the jungle, and I've learned a lot by myself.—He gives you a lopsided grin as a request, and you put your fingers up ready to enlist your acquired knowledge.—Walk fast, like you're about to be stabbed, something that actually happened to me, with an umbrella—He nods and laughs being related to it.—Number two, no small talk, no one cares, even if they ask. Number three, if you look a stranger in the eye, especially a homeless person, you have essentially invited them to approach you.

—Number four, we never eat from Domino's, Papa John's, Pizza hut, or any other chain restaurant, only trucks and local places are allowed.—You roll your eyes but you get the point, is just, again, you're not much into street food, it doesn't taste like home and the only way to eat food like that is preparing it yourself.

—Fine, fuck capitalism, let's support local places—You make an obvious fake enthusiastic tone but he nods proudly.—Number five, you don't need a car to live here, not even know how to drive. I would have successfully avoided this police brutality if I had followed that rule.

—For someone who is about to eat for free, you whine too much.—He parks the car and gives you a sign to go with him. You see him go to a pizza truck and order, you realize at the moment how ridiculous you look, so before chasing him you let your hair down, take your huge earrings off, and roll up the skirt of your dress until your mid-thighs letting the hoodie cover the rest, and clean the red lipstick with a Kleenex from your bag. Now you look more like a college person and not a rich girl who just got seized.

—Here you go.—He says giving you a slice as big as your head, looks oily and spreading cheese everywhere. Perfect.

—Is it vegan?—You ask receiving the food with an obnoxious face. His kind grind turned into a dread expression and you give him your second laugh of the day.—I'm kidding.

You are about to give it a bite when you see passing next to you a huge rat with the exact same slice as yours in its mouth, running into the dark of the night happy to have obtained the food for its family. They use to scare you when you just moved out but now they're like any other pigeon in the sky.

—Rule... whatever, a rat with a slice of pizza is a symbol for good luck, congratulations.—He pets your head awkwardly, not sure if you're ok with the physical contact, which, surprisingly, you are.

—I see rats with bagels all the time.—Pizza and bagels, that's the main culinary wonders of the city, you like it, not much to object but is hard not to compare it with your home's food.

—Is easy to confuse a rough diamond with a simple rock.—You both eat in silence, enjoying the mixed sounds of the city and all the different smells, the whole situation feels like one of those lofi music videos. You remember thinking about moments like this before getting the scholarship, what would it be like to feel normal in the city of your dreams.

—How do you know that much about movies?—He asks after a few minutes when you take a break to drink something, that pizza is not easy to take.

—When I was a kid a spent much time on my own, so my dad bought me a used DVD reproducer, and at the corner of my neighborhood was this movie store where you could buy 5 pirate movies for one dollar. They were blurred, with a terrible sound, and most of the time with the wrong movie inside but they helped me to not feel lonely. Eventually, the store closed but I've watched everything in it by then—He gives you a warm smile, you never told that story to anyone, not because is too intimate to share, but because no one asked, it doesn't sound like a question with a complex answer.—Anyway, I watched Marie Antoinette when I was like eight, and I decided at that moment that however is done I wanted to be part of that magic.

—You hear all kind of people chasing dreams in this city but is hard to find someone who actually deserves it.—You blush and you cover it with your hair but the smile on your voice is impossible to hide.

—Is that a compliment? You must really want me to like you to date Sheep.—You laugh but you can see his face tense, so you can guess your friend has been busy breaking everyone’s hearts.

—She hasn’t returned my calls in three days so I don’t think there’s much you can do—You nod, all this time you thought he was the reason she is ignoring you but apparently you are both in the same boat.—But yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking, what I should have said is, Marie Antoinette at eight? I can see where all the damage started.

You gasp and throw your napkin at his head, he easily catches it without even looking at it and laughs; that was unexpectedly attractive.

—Why a cop?—You ask, not sure where that question came from, maybe you authentically want to know more about him, he just bought you food, and honestly, that's the easiest way to win your trust.

—I wanted to be an actor when I was a child. This is the city of opportunities so you may think that if you want to chase the big wonder, this is the perfect place to do it. But I grow up surrounded by these people giving their entire lives to get something just given to one in a million so I decided is not worth it. For many years I wondered what I wanted to do with my life and the answer was really clear, my dad was a cop, a good one, or that’s what people say. I don’t remember much because he died when I was seven—Conversations about death are not your strength, everything can turn out uncomfortable if you choose the wrong words.—It might not be that glamorous but if my father died for it, it surely worth it.

—For the good ones.—You raise your almost empty can of Coke and he does the same with a grin that warms the cold weather of the night.

—For the good ones.

The next two hours passed like minutes talking about anything and everything. It just felt right to talk freely with him, you didn’t feel judged for your awkward family moments or your random thoughts, not even once because he told you his too. At some point of the night he borrowed you his gym sweatpants, any of you could just suggest going home but that was off the table, end that peace just for weather reasons would have been a tragedy.

—I read Timothée Chalamet is a dick. Is that true?—The mention of his name remains you of your life and everything that comes with it, including the middle semester project that you must dedicate your entire day, one that is about to start.—What, you can’t talk about it?

—He is a complete dick with no sense of privacy or human decency—And when he interrupts a deep kiss to look at your eyes, smile, and caress your chin, you feel like a character of his Victorian movies. But he didn’t ask that.—But the next week he’ll be no longer my problem.

—That’s why we have rule twenty-three, don’t ask for a picture of a celebrity unless they are local—You have heard about it before but you haven’t got the opportunity to decide if you like that rule because the only celebrities you have seen are from work and that club’s party opening.—That means you’ll be free to go to the Stephen Kings’ movie projection there will be for Halloween.

You don’t know if that was a proposition, a suggestion, or just a simple recommendation, and whatever it is, you noticed he was nervous to ask. Is it wrong? It feels wrong like you were betraying your friend accepting to hang out with his boyfriend without her consent. But he didn’t ask you to go with him so is safe to answer.

—Yeah, I guess—You get a moment, four seconds top, where you shared innocent, curious, and tenting gazes like three graders in the playground. And that’s the further you will allow yourself to go.—We better leave, if the sunlight touch me I’ll turn into dust.

You get off the car hood and go to the side door, but this time he opens it for you. You give him a “seriously?” Look, receiving a little push in your arm as a response.

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A distant voice asks you to wake up, softly whispers that turn into caresses on your cheek, your eyes feel so heavy, even when you are well aware of your environment your eyelids keep closed.

—Good morning, Princess—This is the first time Tom calls you that way, the change from silly nicknames to Princess is enough to get you out of hibernation. He is squatting beside your bed, his smile is the promise of a better day, and chasing that idea you give him one small back.—Your mom has been texting me desperately all day, she said you're not answering her calls and is worried.

—Fuck, my phone broke last night, can I call her from yours?—That’s an oversimplification but in the search for a better story, that's what you decide to believe and tell. Tom nods and gives it to you, he looks happy, beyond that, this is the first time you see that subtle blush on his cheeks and the eyes sparkling. You sit on the bed next to his body looking for your mom's number, slowly he moves between your legs, you have shorts and an oversized Back To The Future t-shirt, you got took the time to prepare yourself to bed last night and keep Michael’s clothes inside your closet to wash them, like The Tell-Tale Heart, a little innocent secret who feels dirty somehow

The conversations with your mom are always long, nostalgic and the tears are hard to hold for both parts; after a long life sharing almost every day with her, her absence never feels smaller. But this time is different, Tom is exploring the bare skin under your knee with his warm hands, asking for permission with curious eyes, and when you don’t object to the touch the British boy keeps his exploring mission cautiously, giving special attention to see your eyes in case something change. Is time to hang up when he gives a long and loving kiss to your knee, the less erotic kiss you could think of but so intimate to bristle your skin.

—Not nice to touch someone's daughter when is talking to her mom.—The protest of your voice loses strength at every word, he heard that and just straight his back to reach your face, the gap is almost extinct.

—We're okay, she likes me.—He assures holding your hips and pulling you a bit to him. Tom looks very comfortable with the new closeness authorization, you like it but are not very sure about it yet, most of you still think of him as your best friend.

—Did she tell you that? Are you talking with my mom behind my back?—You laugh when he does, almost like nothing changed.

—She adores me, I swear, I'm invited to Christmas, you know?—You're not surprised, she invites everyone, Logan was too but the first time he got family plans and didn't make it to the second.

—You should go, maybe we can do...—His lips touch yours in a peak at the middle phrase and makes you forget what you were about to say.—Man, the audacity to interrupt...—Then he kisses you again, deeply, using his tongue to taste your inner lip and his hands holding your shirt in fists. That's a twist of events.

—Is that ok?—You hear a weak whisper coming out of his voice but you got so mesmerized on his lips that decided to ignore it and kiss him back instead. He responds to your touch and starts to lean over you to make you lay on the bed.

Jesucristo bendito, is this happening? like, actually happening? you must look like trash, you barely took all the makeup from the night before and didn't take a shower, you start to get so worried about smells, feelings, and what that'll mean to your already too much-spoiled friendship.

However, the time of doubts is done when Sheep starts yelling in the living room, you both reacted running to the sound and looking for your blonde friend. Michael is there but doesn't look like the same as a few hours ago, is annoyed and tired for the lack of sleep, a look that doesn't match him at all.—What did you do?—You ask him fast assuming she's mad for something he did.

—Just in time, the star of the movie, I was wondering how much it will take you to be the protagonist of this.—That is Sheep's voice talking about you and what must be your heart breaking from her words.

—Excuse me?—You wish your tone would be less savage but you can't help respond the same way she did.

—Logan wasn't enough, then you got the drummer, fucking Timothée Chalamet, Tom and now my boyfriend. I'm so glad I didn't leave you alone with my dad or I'd be calling you mom now.—You have no words to that, Michael doesn't even dare to look at you, he must have told her something she misunderstood, but Sheep, or well, Stella is saying things she actually thinks and keep to herself. Tom walks in front of you whispering things to her to calm her down but she is not looking at him, you didn't tell her anything about Tom either so he's taking responsibility this time.—Go ahead and fuck the whole city, Michael if that please you but you're crossing the line with Tom and you know that, you're going to ruin him as you ruin every man that enters in your life.—She has a very you moment having the last word of the dispute and getting out of the apartment with Michael going after her but not putting much effort in it.

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Why Your Spells Don’t Work

You set your intention. You had all the correct correspondences. You even timed your spell with the appropriate moon phase. And yet -- no results. What gives?

Failed spells happen to the best of us, and for a variety of reasons. But a spell gone wrong doesn’t necessarily mean that magic isn’t real or that you’re bad at witchcraft. Magic is complicated, and there are a lot of reasons it might not behave the way you want it to. Here are some of the most common causes of ineffective spells:

1. Lack of real-world follow through

Magic is meant to be used as a tool to supplement your mundane efforts -- not as a substitute for them. How can you expect your job hunting spell to bring in results if you aren’t applying for jobs?

Magic does not exist in a vacuum, and it can’t make something out of nothing. If a spell doesn’t bring you the desired result, make sure that your non-magical actions are aligned with what you are trying to manifest.

2. What you’re trying to manifest isn’t a realistic possibility

Wait, what? Isn’t magic supposed to be, well... magic? Shouldn’t you be able to ask for whatever you want and get it? Yes and no.

Magic is simply a way of directing energy. Magic can’t defy the natural laws of the universe. It can’t make something happen unless it was already a potential possibility.

If your intention is unrealistic for where you are right now, try splitting it up into a multi-step process. No spell is going to make you a billionaire overnight, but magic could help you get hired at a better paying job... and then get promoted... and then get offered a profitable side gig... etc. Starting small and working your way up is always going to produce stronger results, because you laid the foundation first.

3. Your intention was either too vague or too specific

Whether you use written petitions or spoken incantations, clearly stating your intention is an important part (maybe THE most important part) of any spell or ritual. A good intention is specific enough to get you the results you want, but open enough to let those results manifest naturally.

Let’s say you do a money spell, and your intention for the spell is simply, “I have more money.” If you find a penny on the ground the next day and pick it up, technically that is more money than you had before. A better alternative would be to use an intention like, “I have enough money to buy ___,” or “I have enough money for everything I need and want.”

Using an intention that is too specific creates the opposite problem. Let’s say you want to manifest a scholarship to a specific school. You do a candle spell with the intention, “I have been chosen for the John Smith Scholarship at Jane Doe University.” But maybe the John Smith scholarship had already been awarded by the time you did your spell. Maybe there’s another scholarship at the same school that would be a better fit for you, or maybe you’re eligible for a grant that would make tuition more affordable. A better intention for your spell would be “I have enough financial aid to easily and affordably attend Jane Doe University.”

Magic always follows the path of least resistance, so you want to make sure that your intention is specific enough to give your magic a clear direction, but open enough to allow it some flexibility.

4. Lack of focus/concentration

We all know the struggle. You’ve been planning this ritual forever, and it’s finally the full moon, but you’ve got a really full schedule today. If you hurry, you can probably squeeze it into the thirty minute window between school and work, right?

If you say a few quick words and burn some incense before you head out the door in the morning, that totally counts as a spell, right?

Not so much. Rushed, lazy, and/or half-assed spells rarely, if ever, work. Spells revolve around the raising and direction of energy, and that requires two things: a clear intention (see above) and intense focus on that intention. If you don’t have the time/energy/mental capacity to focus, it’s best to take a break, have a self care day, and come back to your spell some other time.

5. You’re subconsciously blocking your own results OR you did a spell for someone else who isn’t open to it

I decided to lump these two together, because they’re different variations of the same issue.

Whenever you are doing magic on yourself, it’s important that your mindset is aligned with your intentions. You can do love spells all day long, but if deep down you don’t believe that you’re worthy of love, that belief is going to block your spells from working. This is why mindfulness, psychology, and self care are all such important parts of a successful witchcraft practice. It’s also why I recommend doing the mental work before you sit down to ritual.

If you did a spell on yourself, or are trying to manifest something for yourself, and it just isn’t working, I highly recommend setting some time aside for journaling and meditation and asking yourself 1.) if this is really what you want, and 2.) if you truly believe that you can have it.

The whole mindset thing gets even more tricky when you’re doing magic on behalf of another person, because their energy is also at work in the situation and could be at odds with yours. For example, if you do a spell to help a friend land a job, but that friend believes that they’re totally underqualified and could never get it, they probably won’t get the job even if you did everything “right” in your spell.

This should go without saying, but it is extremely unethical to use magic to mess around in someone else’s head. Even if you think you know what’s best for them, they need to be open to it. If someone is blocking the spells you do on their behalf, all you can do is try to be supportive and find other ways to help them out.

Other (Rare) Reasons for Failed Spells

If a spell goes wrong, it will almost always be for one of the above reasons. But maybe you did everything “right” -- you did the mental work first, had a strong, realistic intention, put lots of focus into your spell, and followed through in real life -- and you still aren’t seeing results. There are a couple of other things that could be blocking your spells, but they’re very uncommon so I’m not going to talk about them in as much detail. These may be things you want to look into if you really, genuinely can’t think of any other cause.

It’s possible that another witch has done magic that cancels out or blocks yours. This is not common, and it does NOT mean that someone has cursed you. It could be as simple as two witches unknowingly casting spells with opposite intentions, which end up cancelling each other out. (For example, maybe two different people both cast a spell to get the same job. Obviously, they can’t both get that job.) This is why it’s never a bad idea to incorporate a protective element into your spells to block outside interference.

There is a very, very remote possibility that someone has placed a curse on you specifically to block your magic. However -- and I cannot stress this enough -- this is VERY uncommon. If you were cursed you would know it, or at least know that something was very wrong in your life. If you feel like you have been cursed or hexed, I recommend looking into uncrossing spells, which are specifically designed to undo negative magic.

It’s also possible that a higher power is intervening. This doesn’t necessarily have to be a deity, although it certainly could be. Most witches believe in some form of fate or destiny, and it’s possible that your spell didn’t work because what you asked for is not in alignment with your destiny. In these situations, really the only thing you can do is surrender to the bigger picture.

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