#lightning in a bott

[bl0odyh3art]

I got you.

warnings: incest, older brother Leon, reader gets easily scared, real brother Leon, re2r Leon in mind for this fic, p in v, unprotected, virgin reader

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n: ummm first full fic? 😭 but older brother re2r Leon!!! not my best work tbh. I think this sucks

The loud lightning and thunder, making you shake and all stirred up in your bed, the constant flashing of the lightning.

Even at your age, it was still scary and loud to you... Leon was finally back from college and just wanted to relax before moving out fully. Obviously, you'll miss him. He's your older brother. He's always stood up for you and helped you....maybe he wouldn't mind his little sister coming in to get him to help you to relax…

You tiptoed to his room, holding tightly onto your pajamas and your feet that were covered with little ruffled socks shuffling against the floorboards as you made your way to his room. He's asleep, of course, he's always sleepy. You walk up to him and lightly shake his shoulders.

"Leon....wake up.... I'm scared.....please..." you almost cried. He woke up a couple of seconds later.

"Hm?...hey, what's up?" His voice was groggy and a bit raspy. You looked away from him and sighed. You always thought liking your brother was weird, but he's fit.... I mean he was only in his underwear. His fit body and cute face...he stared at you, waiting for an answer, or he'd just go back to bed without a care.

"All the thunder and lightning is scaring me…." you looked down, honestly embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, but Leon sighed and looked at you, making space for you on the bed and moving over, so you could tuck yourself in next to him.

"Come on…such a baby." he softly chuckles as you get into bed, and he presses a kiss on your forehead, groaning like an old man as he lays back down. His warm back against yours and just the fact that he's almost naked makes your face flush a bit. You turn your head to look at him.

"Leon….can-.....can you umm….comfort me?" he didn't answer for a bit, but you heard his sigh and nod, he turned around, so he could hug you, cuddle you. He's chin resting on the top of your head and his arms wrapped around your body, softly rubbing your back with his thumbs as you hear his heartbeat. 

"I got you." he whispered softly. "But there's no way you're still scared of the weather like this", he grinned.

"Yes, I am…. It's stupid… I know" you muttered against his shoulder and thought for a while. Looking at his face as he looked down at you, he was so fucking handsome it made you sick to your core. His stupid blue eyes and jawline, those cheeks and body. fuck. Mindlessly, you grabbed his face and kissed his lips, which made him pull away quickly.

"What the hell was that?" he looked at you as if you were some disgusting creature. 

"I- um…look…. fuck, Leon…. I really like you, and it's not my fault you're so handsome," you mumbled quickly. 

"You're my sister. I'm your brother….we can't ... .we can't do that shit! That's gross!....you know what mom and dad told us when we were little." he wiped his mouth as your hands squeezed his biceps.

"Leon, come on…just one time?...just a kiss." you look at him, your head tilted slightly to get a better look at him in the moonlight. 

He sighs and closes his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. 

"Then will you do it for me?" his eyes trailed up your body and face.

"I can… I can…suck you off when you need it." you shrugged.

"No…not-...you know what, fine. fuck." he grabbed your face and gave you a sloppy, wet kiss which made you fall on your back on the bed. He grabbed at your hair and moaned at the kiss, his hands trailing up your body and underneath your pajamas. 

"fucking stupid, sister." he groaned as he ripped open his shirt, the buttons flying across the room. 

You gasped and grabbed at his shoulders. "Not my fucking shirt!" slapping his arm slightly. 

He had you on the bottom, getting his dick wet with his spit, his eyes flickering back and forth at you and his dick. He lined himself up at your entrance. 

"Tell me once it hurts" he muttered against your cheek and his, up just the tip in, making you squirm and dig your nails in his shoulders. 

"Stop, stop, stop." you breathed out, and he waited for a while.

"Okay…umm, I guess you can keep going…" 

He slowly rocks his hips, his dick pushing more and more into your pussy, your hole fluttering around him every time he pushes inside you. 

your legs were shaking a bit already and he groaned. "So fucking tight….going to chop my dick off", he laughed dryly. He really didn't know what to say while fucking his own sister and neither did you. 

He rubbed your clit to ease the pain a bit and your hips jumped up, letting out a moan and gasping. He picked up the speed a bit and his moans started coming out. You swore it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever heard.

"Ahh…fuck, taking your brother's dick so good, huh? Waiting just for me?" he slapped your clit, making you squirm and whine a bit. 

You nodded as he pounded into you, you were so close already, your legs shaking and moving your hands to his giant ass man tits. 

"Close already?" he cooed, his other hand gripping your tit and sucking the nipple, rubbing your clit faster as he felt himself get closer, feeling the tip of his dick reach that spongy spot in your pussy. Your mouth hanging open and gasping.

"I'm gonna-....ahh!" your hole fluttering around his dick and he railed you through your orgasm, panting and strangled moans left Leon's mouth as he got closer, grabbing your hair to kiss you as he filled you up.

"Oh…fuck, aha…..you did good…" he panted and flopped over on the bed. You had already forgotten about the storm outside and had focused more on Leon. He was pretty much on the verge of passing out close he held you close and kissed the crown of your head.

"I got you, sweetheart."

[bloodandlegacy]

II: The House of Rookwood

The door to the dormitory creaked open, and before I could even step inside, a blur of red curls and green robes hurtled toward me.

“Andromeda!” Juniper’s voice cracked as she threw her arms around me, the force of her embrace nearly knocking me backward. Her fingers gripped my robes as though afraid I might vanish if she let go. “You’re finally here!”

I stood frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of her warmth and emotion. Juniper had always been so fiery, so composed in her chaos!

Juniper’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I missed you so much,” she said, her words barely above a whisper.

“I missed you too,” I murmured, my voice soft but heavy with emotion. I reached out, clasping her hand tightly. 

Juniper pulled back just enough to look at me, her cheeks damp and flushed. Her blue eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, brimmed with unspoken relief. “You look different,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Stronger. Like you’ve been through a storm and come out of it with lightning in your veins.”

Unsure of how to respond but she didn’t give me the chance.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks,” she said. “I had all these things I wanted to say, but now… I just—” she let out an exasperated sigh

I laughed “We have all the time in the world, Juniper! Breathe!

Her lips quirked into a smile, and she nodded. “There’s just so much we need to catch up on!”

We stood there for a moment, just the two of us, the world outside forgotten.

Juniper darted to her desk, snatching up a half-eaten box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. “Before we go, you have to try this one!” she declared, holding up a speckled bean with a triumphant grin.

“Juniper, the carriage—” I began, but she cut me off by practically shoving the candy into my hand.

“Just trust me,” she said, bouncing on her heels.

As I chewed the jellybean Juniper had insisted I try, marshmallow, thankfully, she leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. “Did I mention that we’re skipping the sorting ceremony and first dinner? No sitting through the headmaster’s speeches or pretending to care about anyone else’s grand entrance.”

I raised an eyebrow, swallowing the sweet candy. “Skipping? Isn’t that... frowned upon?”

Juniper waved a hand dismissively, her tone dripping with casual confidence. “The Rookwoods’ influence, darling. The headmaster didn’t need much persuasion. Besides,” she added with a smirk, “the whole thing is overrated theatrics. A glorified hat picks your future? Please.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her nonchalance. “You’re not wrong. I doubt we’ll miss much.”

“Exactly!” she declared triumphantly, tossing another jellybean into her mouth. “Neither of us needs to parade among classmates.”

I couldn’t help but smile, her unrelenting confidence pulling me in. Juniper had a way of making the world seem smaller, more manageable, as if we stood above it all together.

Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand, her grip firm and full of purpose. “Come on! The carriage is waiting, and there’s so much to show you.”

I let her pull me toward the door, her words spilling out a mile a minute. We stepped into the cool night air, where the Rookwood carriage gleamed under the lanterns, its polished frame reflecting the flickering light. The driver stood patiently, holding the door open as if anticipating our arrival.

Juniper’s hand remained clasped in mine as we approached, her chatter a constant stream of plans. I barely noticed the chill in the air, her presence chasing away the cold. For the first time in years, I was someone worth waiting for.

And in Juniper’s eyes, I was home.

She turned to me, “You’re not just anyone, you know,” she said softly, her exuberance replaced with something quieter, more profound. “You’re Andromeda Gaunt. My anchor in all this madness.”

Her words lingered in my mind as the carriage began its ascent. 

“You’ll love it here,” she promised, her words tumbling over each other. “The library is enormous, and the gardens are worthy of a fairytale. Oh, and wait until you see the dining room—they still have the chandelier my great-grandmother enchanted! You’ll think you’ve walked into a dream.”

The estate loomed ahead, its ivy-draped stone walls glowing faintly in the moonlight. The towering double doors were carved with intricate serpentine patterns. As we climbed the steps, the sound of the sea crashing against the cliffs below echoed faintly

Juniper paused for a moment at the entrance, her grin softening as she glanced at me. “Ready?” she asked, her voice quieter now but still brimming with anticipation.

I nodded, though my heart thudded in my chest. There was something daunting about stepping into a house steeped in legacy.

The heavy doors creaked open as Juniper pushed them, revealing a grand entry hall bathed in golden light. The marble floors gleamed, reflecting the flicker of enchanted lanterns. Juniper barely paused to marvel, tugging me through the space as though it were any ordinary home.

“The dining room’s this way,” she said, her tone casual, but I could sense the pride beneath her words.

The dining room was every bit as grand as the rest of the estate. A massive crystal chandelier, its facets shimmering with enchanted brilliance. As the light refracted through the crystals, it cast intricate patterns onto the walls and ceiling. The patterns didn’t stay still though; they moved, forming delicate silhouettes of people dancing in waltzes. The figures twirled and bowed to one another in perfect harmony. Truly stunning.

The table was a masterpiece of opulence, set for a feast that could rival any Hogwarts holiday. Gilded plates, their edges delicately etched with serpents, gleamed under the soft glow of the enchanted chandelier. Goblets of finely wrought gold stood at each setting. Every detail, from the arrangement of cutlery to the placement of folded napkins bearing the Rookwood family crest, spoke of refinemen, and a reverence for tradition

A man rose to his feet with such grace. His red hair, as vibrant as embers caught in the chandelier’s golden glow, framed a face that exuded charm and mystery. 

He stepped forward, his tailored robes rustling softly, and extended a hand. “Alaric Rookwood,” he said, with a faint undertone of amusement. His grin widened as he added, “Though you can, of course, call me Alaric.”

I hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, his grip firm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rookwood,” I replied, emphasizing the title.

His grin faltered briefly, replaced by… surprise, perhaps, or approval. “Formal, are we?” he mused, his tone light. 

I met his gaze steadily. “I believe respect ought to be shown, sir. Especially to those whose home I’ve been welcomed into. Thank you for having me.”

His expression softened slightly. “Respect, you say? A rare quality these days.” He inclined his head slightly, his tone losing its earlier amusement. “Welcome, Miss Gaunt. We’re honored to have you here.”

A woman glided into the room with an ethereal aura, her silver-white curls catching the golden light as if spun from moonbeams. Her sharp yet soft features were striking, a perfect balance of strength and warmth, and her glowing blue eyes met mine with an intensity that felt almost maternal.

“I’m Vivienne Rookwood,” she said, stepping forward with a smile. Her voice was inviting, carrying the kind of warmth that could make any room feel like home. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Andromeda. We’ve heard so much about you.”

I extended my hand, and she took it gently, her touch cool but reassuring.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rookwood,” I said, matching her formal tone. Her eyes searched mine with a quiet understanding, as if she already knew more about me than I could ever put into words.

Dinner was a lavish affair. The buttery aroma of roasted pork mingled with the scent of fresh bread and herbs. Each course was presented by servants who moved with the precision of a finely tuned spell. For a fleeting moment, I felt like royalty. Then again, as the heir of Slytherin, perhaps I was.

Mr. Rookwood dominated much of the conversation, his fascination with the Gaunt family bordering on reverence. He spoke of Marvolo Gaunt as though he were a legend, recounting tales of his defiance and the Scriptorium, which he described as a mythical place.

“Have you ever seen it?” Mr. Rookwood leaned forward, his brown eyes alight with curiosity. “The Scriptorium?”

I shook my head, unsure how to respond.

“Ah, well,” he said, leaning back with a wistful sigh. “Some things are meant to remain a mystery.”

Mrs. Rookwood, in contrast, seemed far more interested in just me. She asked gentle but probing questions about my life, questions that Juniper had never dared to ask. I found myself confessing truths I had long kept hidden: the orphanage, the years of neglect, the fleeting moments of hope snatched away too quickly.

Juniper’s expression was a mix of shock and sorrow. Sshe had no witty remark, no sharp retort. I avoided her gaze, unwilling to face the pity I knew I’d find there.

By the time dessert was served, rich treacle tart paired with clotted cream, Mrs. Rookwood extended an offer that caught me entirely off guard.

“We’d like you to live with us, Andromeda,” she said, her tone firm. “You need to be among your own kind.”

Juniper’s face lit up like the full moon. “A sister!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing in her chair. “This is perfect!”

Mr. Rookwood chuckled. “Of course, there are conditions,” he said. “Keep focused on your studies and visit us at least once a month.”

“Sunday suppers, at least once a month,” Mrs. Rookwood added with a warm smile. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

I didn’t know how to respond. A part of me wanted to refuse, to cling to the independence I had fought so hard to claim. But another part, a quieter and lonelier part, longed for the sense of belonging they were offering. A family.

It was strange, almost surreal, to feel my Gaunt name welcomed so openly, treated with respect rather than whispered disdain..

Later that night, Juniper and I sat cross-legged on her bed, trading beans and dissolving into fits of laughter at the faces we pulled with each new flavor.

“You’d think they were hosting Merlin himself,” Juniper whispered, leaning closer as her voice dropped into an exaggerated imitation of her father. “‘Andromeda, this roast is prepared using a recipe older than Hogwarts itself. Only the finest for our honored guest.���” She rolled her eyes, her smirk widening as she continued, “‘Juniper, sit up straight! You wouldn’t want her to think we lack proper manners, would you?’”

Her laugh was soothing, and I couldn’t help but smile despite myself. Beneath her mockery, there was an undeniable warmth.

“And of course,” she added with a sly grin, “you can have your own room. But since we’re practically inseparable, we might as well just share one big room, don’t you think?” She leaned back on her elbows. “Don’t worry—I’ll give you space when you need it. I just can’t go through another summer being separated. Honestly, it was unbearable.”

For all her sarcasm, she wanted me to belong. Her family wanted me to belong.

And in the Rookwood home, I didn’t feel like an outcast. I felt honored. Humbled, even. It was as if, in the quiet of their home, the weight of my name had shifted, no longer a burden but a mark of something, or rather someone, worth respecting.

As the laughter faded, a silence settled over the room. Juniper, sensing the shift, tilted her head and studied me with an unspoken question. I hesitated, but Juniper noticed. Of course she did. Her sharp eyes locked on mine, glittering with that same mischievous energy, but now something else… curiosity. Eagerness.

“I used it,” I said finally, my voice steady, purposeful. Her eyebrows shot up, and the corner of her mouth curved into a grin.

“Go on,” she urged, leaning forward now, her elbows on her knees, completely abandoning her previous playful demeanor. She was intrigued, hanging on my every word as though it were the juiciest secret she’d ever heard. And maybe, to her, it was.

“It was that woman,” I said, the memory flashing vividly before my eyes. “The one who took me in after my mother died.”

Juniper’s grin stretched wider, and her eyes danced with unrestrained glee. “And?” she prompted, her voice practically vibrating with excitement.

“And I didn’t stop there,” I admitted, a slight edge creeping into my tone. “I used the Cruciatus first. I made her feel the pain she caused me, the years of torment. And then…” I paused, savoring the memory, but also steadying myself for the weight of it. “Then I killed her.”

Juniper let out a low, delighted laugh, clapping her hands together once. “Oh, Andromeda,” she said, almost reverently, “that’s brilliant. Truly brilliant. I knew you had it in you, but to actually do it—to take back what’s yours, to make her pay—it’s perfect.” She leaned closer, her grin fierce. “She deserved worse, if you ask me.”

I blinked, surprised by her reaction, though I shouldn’t have been. This wasn’t a moment of confession; to her, it was a triumph, a victory worth celebrating.

“She did deserve worse,” I said, my voice stronger now. Her eyes were locked on mine, unwavering, her presence grounding me.

“But it was more than her,” I continued, my voice softening, but no less steady. “It was about me—what I’ve become, what I’m capable of.” I took a breath, the memory of that moment still sharp, vivid. “The Obscurus wasn’t this wild, uncontrollable force. It wasn’t a curse waiting to destroy me. It obeyed me. It moved with me, like it knew what I needed before I even realized it.”

Her gaze softened, her sharp edges giving way to something deeper, something only she could offer. “And then,” she urged.

“It came alive in that room. Like smoke with a mind of its own,it was like chains forged from everything she ever hated in me. It strangled her hate. And then I realized… she wasn’t powerful. She wasn’t anything. The darkness was never mine to fear—it was hers to face.”

The words hung between us, charged with the weight of the moment, the magnitude of what I was describing. “The Obscurus didn’t control me, Juniper. I controlled it. It answered me, like it had been waiting for that moment all along. And in that room, with her hate unraveling before me... I was something more—something she could never touch.”

Juniper’s expression shifted, her awe blooming into unrestrained delight. “You controlled it,” she echoed, her voice a mix of reverence and exhilaration. “That’s—” She cut herself off with a sharp laugh, her excitement spilling over. “That’s magnificent.”

Her eyes burned with approval as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And do you know what that means? You’re unstoppable. That darkness, it’s your weapon. And you,” she paused, her voice nearly trembling with reverence, “Andromeda Gaunt, unstoppable and unbreakable. It’s everything I always knew you’d become,” she said, her voice rich with pride.

She saw strength. Power. Victory.

“You don’t regret it, do you?” she asked suddenly, her voice probing

“Not for a second,” I replied, meeting her gaze without hesitation. “She tried to break me, Juniper. But all she did was make me stronger. And now, she’s gone. The past is gone. And what’s left…” I gestured to myself, my words hanging in the air. “What’s left is mine.”

For a moment, she just looked at me, her expression unreadable but her eyes burning with something fierce, something I hadn’t dared hope for: love. And then, as if the tension had melted away, she threw herself back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, her grin firmly in place.

“Now, tell me everything,” she demanded. “Every detail. Don’t you dare leave a single thing out.”

And I did. For the first time, I didn’t hold back. I told her everything, and instead of fear or judgment, she gave me what I never realized I needed.

[haveyoubeentothiscity]

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Språk: Svenska (Swedish)

Credit to @lightning-flight and @jmne for the translation. Tack!

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[gxst]

the  top  button  of  a  shirt  left  undone.  a  deep  ache  to  feel  like  you  belong.  willingly  stepping  into  your  own  cage.  replacing  love  with  a  one  night  stand.  sneaking  a  botte  of  wine  under  your  jacket.  a  lost  sense  of  wonder.  stains  of  lipstick  on  your  neck.  falling  just  before  the  finish  line.  doing  as  you’re  told.  forgetting  to  eat.  leaving  before  the  other  wakes  up.

stats.

full name : adam ivar gustafsson age : twenty seven birthday : july 20th nationality : swedish gender / pronouns : cis man, he / him sexual orientation : pansexual occupation : servant for the swedish royal family languages spoken : swedish, english, basic danish

misc.

scars : small bright spots on his knees from landing on gravel while falling off a horse as a child, one faint white line on the knuckle of his left thumb from carving wood, an unevenness to his nose after having it broken and set back into place sleeping habits : 6 - 7 hours, preferably with nathaniel. mumbles in his sleep emotional stability : easily broken down, too stubborn to admit it's a problem alcohol use : regular zodiac sign : cancer sun, taurus moon, leo rising alignment : neutral good positive traits : loyal, honest, playful when it's allowed negative traits : stubborn, cynical, skittish habits : bounces his leg when sitting, picks at his nails, sometimes hums when he's working hobbies : reading and writing ( poorly ) fears : abandonment, thunder and lightning, the dark favourite weather : post-rain sunshine favourite colour : lilac favourite food : new potatoes and salmon favourite beverage : tea and wine favourite animal : dogs tracklist : achilles come down ( gang of youths ), marjorie ( taylor swift ), all i've ever known ( hadestown ), that funny feeling ( phoebe bridgers version ), i can see you ( taylor swift )

biography.

tw: death and murder

you were born to not be seen. you’re raised to not take up space. you blend into the surrounding scenery until you are needed for something, and just as fast as the snap of fingers or the wave of a hand asked you for help, you disappear into the background again once the task is complete. it's drilled into you that you must learn your place, and you do it very well.

you often find yourself helping your father with his job as a servant for the swedish royals when you’re able. you learn how to work a broom, how to best care for an apple tree, how to carry several pints at once without spilling a drop. you’re endearing, you’re sweet, your cheeks are pinched,  you’re just like your father  and you take much pride in it. you know nothing of what the world has in store for you. you’re curious about your surroundings. your older sister teaches you how to ride a horse, and together you sneak off when everybody else is asleep for midnight adventures filled with made up stories of bravery and happily ever afters while you imagine such lives for yourselves. you pick bouquets of dandelions and gift them to your mother who keeps it a secret from you that they are weeds. you’re taught how to skip rocks, but instead of throwing them you keep them in a keepsake box under your bed. you find yourself out in the courtyard: the moon has slivered down to a shard and you didn’t know of any constellations so you made up your own and named them after the people who love you.

you’re happy. you’re amongst friends. the cooks at the castle offer you apple slices to keep you around, always excited about your presence and the nonsense stories of made up bravery you tell. you keep them company as you grow up in front of their eyes. they still see you as a chid, their chid, and the taste of apples remind you of love.

you fall in love several times a week. not being caught becomes one of your favourite games. hushed laughter and unbuttoned shirts is a regular occurrence. every melody in the world belongs to you.

then, things change.

your mother becomes sick, and soon thereafter she passes. your older sister is quick to join her. you and your father alike are struck with insurmountable grief. for you, it means you stop getting out of bed in the mornings. for him, it means he can no longer perform as well in regards to his work as he used to. the swedish king takes notice, and it is dealt with swiftly. your father joins your mother and your sister, and you are left to fill his shoes. you try to wish yourself dead in hopes of seeing your family again but it does not work.

you stay alive, you keep your two younger siblings fed. your hands shake, but only when no one is watching. you do not have the time to grieve. you occupy yourself with polishing, pouring, boiling tealeaves and doing as you’re told. at night you drink yourself warm. flowers still bloom, stars still sparkle, and you are blind to all of it. you find yourself curling on your bed as you had once been cradled by your parents.

when the king is murdered by his very own advisor, you do not say a word. you do not try to prevent it, you do not run for help. you lock the door and you avert your eyes, but you cannot do the same with your ears. your reward is to keep your position, and so, you're brought along to scotland. you try and use the change of scenery as a fresh start. during the day you do your best to shine a decent enough light on sweden, and at night you collapse into the beds of strangers to keep your mind from drifting towards the past you're trying to forget.

you fall into the arms of a woman with as many coils as a snake and in return she lands you a broken nose and a belief that this is how you ought to be treated. it is only with the help of a friend that you manage to release yourself from her honey coated claws. out of her arms, you fall into his - but this is different. his hands do not pull you in to push you away once he grows bored and finds something more interesting, and before you even know what's happening you've fallen in love with your best friend.

relationships.

nathaniel : love of his whole life :-) ilja balogh : best friend ivar olofsson : coworker, friend elif kaya : friend iggy adamsdotter : pet chicken

[parkerbombshell]

Cobwebs And Strange Radio Show #377

Cobwebs And Strange Radio Show  Mondays 12 noon EST , 5pm BST , 9am PDT Mondays 10am EST bombshellradio.com bombshellradio.com Archival Shows: bombshellradiopodcasts.com - COBWEBS AND STRANGE #377 1. The Chemical Brothers - The Golden Path (The Singles 93-03, 2003) 2. Pet Shop Boys - Where The Streets Have No Name (I Can’t Take My Eyes Off You) (Pop Art: The Hits, 2003) - The Cure - Alone (Songs Of A Lost World, 2024)* - Bright Eyes - The Time That I Have Left (Five Dice, All Threes, 2024)* - The Poppermost - I Don’t Want To Know (single, 2024)* - The Rutles - Major Happy's Up And Coming Once Upon A Good Time Band (Archaeology, 1996) - David Bowie - Rebel Rebel (Diamond Dogs, 1974) - The Beatles - I Saw Her Standing There (Please Please Me, 1963) - Johnny Cash - Hurt (American IV: The Man Comes Around, 2002) - The Outcasts - You’re A Disease (Self Conscious Over You, 1979) - The Damned - Anti Pope (Machine Gun Etiquette, 1979) - Carla Olson & Tall Poppy Syndrome - Is It True? (single, 2024)* - The BeatersBand - All I Want (Bad Girl, 2024)* thebeatersbandvintagepunkrocknroll.bandcamp.com - Smashing Pumpkins - Rocket (Siamese Dream, 1993) - Joy Division - Atmosphere (Substance, 1988) - Radiohead - High And Dry (The Bends, 1985) - HUMBE - fantasmas (single, 2023) - SUPER 8 - Just Me And You (Retro Metro, 2024)* trip8.bandcamp.com - Mungo Jerry - Alright, Alright, Alright (Long Legged Woman, 1973) - The Go! Team - Ladyflash (Thunder, Lightning, Strike, 2004) - Carol Kay - This Time You're Wrong (single, 1966) - Scott Roberts - Poem In My Pocket (Still Kinda Here, 2024)* scottroberts1.bandcamp.com - Pat Dinizio - Liza (Songs And Sounds, 1997) - The Telescopes - Shake It All Out (Halo Moon, 2024)* thetelescopes.bandcamp.com - The Armoires - You Oughta Be Cut in Half (Octoberland, 2024)* bigstirrecords.bandcamp.com - The Black Watch - Weird Rooms (Weird Rooms, 2024)* theblackwatch.bandcamp.com - JSqrd & the Mixed-Up Zombies - Do the Wilhelm Scream (single, 2024)* - The 5.6.7.8’s - Woo Hoo (Bomb The Twist, 2006) - Pixies - Motoroller (The Day The Zombies Came, 2024)* - Charli xcx - Spring Breakers (Brat and it’s the same but there’s three more songs so it’s not, 2024)* - Flyana Boss - Nepo Baby (single, 2024)* - Herr Wade - Der Fosbury Flop (The “Stars Of Track And Field”, 2024)* herrwade.bandcamp.com - The United States Of America - I Won’t Leave My Wooden Wife For You, Sugar (The United States Of America, 1968) - Affection To Rent - If We Fall (single, 2024)* affectiontorent.bandcamp.com - Lord Fayrebank - A Matter Of Time (single, 2024)* lordfayrebank.bandcamp.com - Echo & The Bunnymen - What Are You Going To Do With Your Life? (What Are You Going To Do With Your Life?, 1999) - Rue ’66 - Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher (Rue ’66, 2019) - Jesse Saunders & Z-Factor - Fast Cars (Dance Party Album, 1984) - Prince - Alphabet St. (Lovesexy, 1989) - The Outlaws - Falling Rain (Playin’ To Win, 1978) - The Easybeats - She Said Alright (Easy, 1965) - Thee Hypnotics - Shakedown (Soul, Glitter & Sin, 1991) - The Plimsouls - Everywhere At Once (Everywhere At Once, 1983) - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox - All The Small Things (Fake Blues, 2017) Read the full article

[frankles]

 A selection of some of my favorite photos that I took in 2019. It was a bit of a dumpster fire meets throwaway year for me. I didn’t make any progress in a lot of important self help and self care areas, and much of my course for the year was determined by my anxiety. 

It’s peculiar, because my year started out with such promise. I vacationed by myself in Mexico, where I didn’t speak nearly as much Spanish as I thought I knew. But I made friends with the people I met, and many of my fears about how I’d absolutely flounder without my partner present turned out to be unfounded. It felt like I’d overcome a huge hurdle and that I was firmly planted in a new phase of personal growth. Then, bit by bit, it felt like any progress stopped, which gave way to a feeling of moving backwards, of regression. 

The photo of the green man playing electronic doodads is a shot of Manatee Commune playing at Electric Forest. I believe that was the only show that I got up front for in the entire four days of the festival. My anxiety kept me attached like a koala to my crew, kept me from venturing out on my own, even if for fifteen minutes to shoot a performance up close. It was my ninth Forest, but it felt like it was my first in a lot of ways. 

But it wasn’t all bad. I still had a good time and I was glad I went. I also feel like I upped my photography game this year. I still experienced ups and downs, which I think are inevitable, but I came out with a lot of quality shots and grew more comfortable with post processing in Lightroom. 

It’s tricky balancing between self-awareness, honesty, and being too hard on yourself. When I’m overly vigilant, I am not kind to myself. When I am under-vigilant, I quickly fall into bad habits. 

I’ve made progress, though, in some areas. I worked to get more experience in photography I’m unfamiliar with, like portraits. I also hustled to earn money from photography through real estate work and one-off projects. 

With a sure amount of work and effort and perseverance, I think I can continue improving my photography and editing games, and continue working towards building a career out of using a camera. 

In practice, I think this will translate to confronting my fears. Not just acknowledging them, but running at them like a crazy person. 

All of these photos and then some on Flickr

[lyquoritte]

Marco Bodt Week 2022 Day 3: Titan / Food

Favoured weapon.

@marcobodtweek

[lesbesapphic]

can we see some wanda and nat and sugar cuddling but this is before the contract is broken up but before the three of them are together but wanda and nat are together and nat and sugar are together? Like maybe it'd a Thunderstorm and reader is terrified but cant find nat (because she went to the store or something but reader does know this) so readers just wandering around, lost and scared, looking for nat but eanda finds sugar and comforts her and holds her while she cries

Okay. I am sorry if some things are not according to the ask since there are some typos that made it hard to understand what you want. I hope you like it. :)

And Happy Valentine's Day To You All. 💕

Thunderstorm

You woke up to the sound of the clouds rumbling outside your window, you closed your eyes tightly and curled up further into your blankets, cursing your luck as Wanda was staying the night which meant you had to stay in your own room, not with Natasha. These were the moments where you hated being just a 'sugar baby' to Natasha, always feeling inferior to Wanda. No wonder you disliked her, the brunette had singlehandedly messed up with your entire world. You put the blanket over your head when another lightning strike followed by the loud noise of clouds rumbling. Your heart hammered against your chest but you stayed put hoping for it to go away soon.

After few minutes of tossing and turning, you decided to get up and get some water, all the while thinking about how you regret staying the night, you could be in your own apartment and even had your iPod to blast some music. Herewith your phone dead, there was hardly anything you could do. You jumped up and almost dropped the glass when a particularly loud rumbling of cloud was heard, "Fuck.." You muttered and looked outside the window seeing the dark clouds covering the sky with no plans of going anytime soon.

You decided then and there that you would get Natasha in your room, Wanda must be sleeping by now and if your plan succeeded then the brunette won't even know it until the next morning. With your newfound determination, you went up to their room, softly and quietly knocking once before entering, your movements halting immediately when you Wanda leaning against the headboard with a book in her hands and reading glasses on.

You watched as Wanda dropped her book and looked over at you, "What's wrong, Y/N?" Wanda asked before sitting up, she must have noticed the fear on your features as her face softened, "Everything okay, Sweetheart?" You did not want to cry but her soft voice paired up with your anxiety and a need for gentleness had you crying instantly, it was like you wanted to hold back but the moment she used her honey soft voice it had you crumbling.

"What the...Sugar, what's wrong?" Wanda instantly got off the bed and in two long strides she was next to you, her arms wrapping around you instantly, holding your head to her chest, you felt her hand caress your hair. The nickname she would usually use to mock you felt like it was spoken with much care and softness, "Where is Natasha?" You asked sniffling into her chest, closing your eyes tightly when another loud rumble was heard, your hands shooting up to clutch Wanda's soft green gown.

"She had to leave for the office to retrieve some documents," Wanda replied and when she noticed the little jump in you at the sound and the way you latched onto her, it didn't take an expert to put two and two together, "I hate that she had to leave, the storm outside is killing me. The rumblings always unsettled me." Wanda further added and you nodded into her chest, slowly letting go of her gown and stepping back.

"You can't sleep either?" You asked quietly, looking over at the book Wanda was reading, "Yeah, the storms always unsettled me." Wanda answered with a soft smile playing on her lips, "Plus with Natasha gone, there is no way I can go back to sleep again, can you please stay with me for a while?" Wanda asked hopefully and you chewed your bottom lip, a part of you almost happy at the fact that you would not have to ask to stay with her.

You nodded slowly, eyes staying on Wanda who gave you a big smile, before moving forward and placing her hand on your shoulder as she led you toward the bed, "Do you also not like storms?" Wanda asked and you nodded quietly while getting into the bed and under the covers, a little hesitant at being so close to the woman who she hardly knew anything about apart from her being Natasha's girlfriend and constant pain in her life. It was very different from the usual bickering between her and Wanda always seem to do.

"Same. I hate them." Wanda added into the silence and you wished to let her know that you weren't quiet because you didn't like her, it was just you didn't feel like speaking at that moment, with so many things wondering in your mind. You couldn't form words at that moment. Though you wished to let her know that her voice was actually calming your beating heart. You formulated a light smile at her words and watched as she got into the bed next to you, fixing the blanket around you, her one hand draping over you as she pulled you closer, your eyes widening at the action. For the first time, you were glad for the sound of the rain tapping loudly outside otherwise the sound of of your rapid heartbeat would be the only thing filling the room.

Another rumbling of cloud outside made you jump and hold tighter onto Wanda who only pulled you closer, your head laid on her chest listening to her stable heartbeat, in the distressed state you failed to question her calm composure when she was supposed to hate storms too, "Shh, it is okay. It will pass soon." Wanda whispered to you in a gentle tone, her lips placing a kiss on your head as her hand gently ran through your hair, "You know what I do whenever my niece get too scared of storms? I sing for her and she feels better in no time. Do you want to try that, Sugar?"

"Yes, please." You whispered and closed your eyes, snuggling more into her, though in the very back of your mind, a voice kept reminding you that it was the same Wanda who would take up every opportunity to mess with you, rile you up and tease you. "Any special requests?" The older woman asked her fingers soothingly running down your hair, another rumble of cloud was heard but this time your heartbeat didn't increase as much as before, you knew why.

"Sing the one you usually sing to your niece." You whispered you didn't know that Wanda had a niece or a sibling, to begin with, the woman always appeared as a picture-perfect image of business and grace that you hardly ever thought of her being an aunt singing songs for her niece. It was just recently that you had started seeing her more and more with Natasha even now Natasha makes sure to not be affectionate with Wanda in front of you or it could be Wanda who made sure of it because you knew how Natasha didn't think much about it as she was free with you too in front of Wanda. "Please," You added after a moment knowing how much the woman cherishes etiquette. You were proved right when you were rewarded with a smile and finger bumping your nose, you shook your head a smile forming on your lips too.

"Of course. It's one of my personal favourite." Wanda mentioned before starting to hum softly, her fingers caressing your head, massaging your scalp lightly, before beginning with her song. Her soothing voice feeling the room and your heart stopping momentarily.

"Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin'

So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

To you, everything's funny

You got nothing to regret

I'd give all I have honey

If you could stay like that."

Her hand started scratching lightly on your scalp and you almost moaned out loud at the feeling, reminding you immediately of Natasha, making you miss her again. You closed your eyes, her voice could almost lull you back to sleep and you wished for her to never stop her singing, it wasn't ideally perfect but it was so quiet and soft, to you it was more than perfect. You could tell the song was for her niece by the choice of it as well as the emotions and stability in her voice telling you she had sung it before many times.

"Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

Just stay this little

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple

won't let nobody hurt you

Won't let no one break your heart

And no one will desert you

Never grow up

Just try to never grow up."

Wanda stopped and you immediately clapped your hands making her let out a laugh that felt like music in itself and it made you wish you had that kind of laugh as well, "That was beautiful." You whispered, now completely settled in her arms no longer feeling nervous or uncomfortable at the proximity of you two. Your mind already deciding on pretending that nothing like this happened the next morning. You were sure Wanda would agree on that as well.

"Thank you, Kitten." Wanda's use of the petname made your heart jump but you held yourself back from acknowledging it instead gave her a soft smile, "Now why don't you close your eyes and try to sleep? The storm is almost gone now." Wanda asked before looking outside the window to see the clouds moving clear of the sky a little. You nodded and closed your eyes, the hand playing with your hair slowly pulling you into a slumber but you held it back, "Thank you for tonight, Wanda." You opened your eyes to stare into the blue-green eyes, for a moment you thought you noticed affection in it but you blamed it on your sleepiness, "You are always welcome Darling." Wanda replied with a smile before motioning for you to close your eyes which you obliged.

The last thing you remember being Wanda picking up your book while her other hand is confined playing with your hair pushing you into a world of dreams. You didn't know that when you would look back at tonight in future, you would love thinking about how easily Wanda fooled you into thinking she was scared of storm as well. All to comfort you.

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It became more like a chapter but no proofread so there might be some mistake. The song used is Never Grow up by Taylor Swift. My personal favourite to sing to my brother.

With my phone stolen, all my happiness is gone so I decided to make you all a little happy.

Hope you all enjoyed a little something.

[a-lilacsong]

Do You Have any Ixlan and Antonia Headcanons ? 🤩 Please🤩! And also I did read you Ixlantonia Fanfic called Translation 🤩and it was so Freaking cute 🤩!!!

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed my story! 🤩 I do have some headcanons about how they met and how their relationship grew, here they are (I use they/them pronouns for Ixlan here):

The first time that Antonia saw Ixlan was during that scene in “The Lightning Warrior” episode when Victor and Carla apologize to Elena. (We can see briefly that the guard that led them in was Antonia, so logically that was the first time she saw Ixlan.) When most of them leave to go talk to Quita Moz, Antonia begins to ask the Delgados about Ixlan. (“What is Ixlan like? How strong are they? How are they so amazingly good looking?”). The two tell her what they can, but suggest she go and introduce herself and get to know them personally. Antonia is too nervous to do it that day.

She doesn't get to formally meet them until a guard training session a few days later, when Ixlan came by to see how strong the guards were. They are not very impressed by the guards drills, and decide it would be best to test a guard’s strength in one-on-one combat.

Everyone is intimidated by Ixlan’s strength and personality, but Antonia accepts the challenge. Ixlan is impressed by her tenacity and fights her fists vs sword.

The fight goes on for longer than expected, Antonia is able to hold her own with the sword and make clever quips during the fight. Eventually, though, Ixlan is able to disarm her, but is quite happy to have found a worthy opponent (Plus some of those quips were quite…intriguing to the Lightning Warrior, they definitely wanted to get to know Antonia better now).

They start having regular meetings whenever Antonia is not on guard duty. They do things like talking a bit about their cultures, sparring, and having witty banter with each other, enjoying spending time together

Antonia began to see the depths of emotion and wit within the Lightning Warrior. They weren't just good looking, they had a noble heart, and strength of will. Antonia's feelings grew much deeper than just a crush.

Occasionally Ixlan spoke about their past to Antonia. Previously they were able to work out some of their feelings of grief and regret with Quita Moz, but having Antonia leaning beside them listening to everything warmed Ixlan’s heart. She said such comforting things and even in the times where they were bott quiet it felt reassuring. Ixlan hadn't felt that in a long time. That's when Ixlan began to consider asking Antonia if they'd like to be their girlfriend.

But in the end it's Antonia who decides to finally ask Ixlan if they could maybe start dating each other. They respond:

“Isn't that what we were already doing?” “No, I mean like not just friendship dates, but romantic dates.” “Oh yes, I was going to ask you that myself.” Antonia laughed, “Well, it looks like I've just stolen your thunder.” Ixlan smiled.

From that point on, they were a couple.

[omgrachwrites]

Playing The Hero - Chapter One

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Soulmates have a way of seeing and feeling each other’s emotions by a gem that is set in the palm of their hand which glows with magic. The colour of the gem on the palm of your hand, erratically changes between different colours. Unbeknownst to you, every time the gem on your soulmates palm glows blue he feels very over protective and worried. That’s just what happens when your soulmate always plays the hero. Soulmate AU

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death, character death

Words: 2405

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: This is the first part, thanks again for the amazing idea @annemagus​! As I said, I won’t be doing this on a proper schedule because I will be alternating this weekly with another fic! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

masterlist

Gem Colours

Yellow - Happy, Secure, Excited

Red - Scared, Nervous, Unsure

Grey - Stressed, Worried

Blue - Sad, Hurt, Frustrated

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Chapter One 

It was past midnight when you were woken up in your bed by a pleasant warm tingle on the palm of your hand. Running a hand through your messy hair, you yawned, blinking a couple of times as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was deathly silent but you could see the glow of the pretty fairies through the sheer linen of your curtains. Remembering why you were awake in the first place, you looked down at the palm of your hand, running your fingers over the gem that was fixed in it.

A surge of happiness passed through your chest when you saw that it was glowing yellow. Your mum and dad had always told you the tale of soulmates, that you could see and feel the emotions of the person you truly belonged with. It was different for everyone, some people were born with the magical gem set in the palm of their hand and for others, it appeared later in life. Your gem had appeared last year when you were ten years old, and you had been so surprised that you almost stumbled into your algae filled pond.

“Yes!” you squealed, jumping out of bed, suddenly feeling much more awake.

For the past year, the colour of the gem hardly moved off of blue. What had happened to make your soulmate so sad? But now it shone as brightly as the sun and you were ecstatic. Completely forgetting about the time, you threw open your bedroom door and raced down the hallway, your hair streaming out behind you. As you reached the top of the staircase you saw that your parents bonfire outside was still lit. When it was a warm summer’s night your parents would cuddle up outside together, you thought it was awfully romantic.

When you stepped outside you took a deep breath, the air smelled like the lavender that your mum loved to plant and the gentle wind blew at your hair. Your mum grinned and kissed your dad’s cheek before she noticed you and a look of surprise graced her pretty features.

“Y/N! What are you doing awake? Are you having trouble sleeping, sweetie?” she asked but she created a space for you beneath the thin patchwork blanket.

You smiled as you sat between your parents, “look!” you beamed as you lifted the palm of your hand, “it’s yellow! It’s finally yellow!”

Your mum gasped in delight and pulled you closer while your dad kissed the top of your head, “I’m so happy for you, poppet. But maybe I should brush up on those defensive spells that I learned with the Marauders in school,” he winked at you as he pulled his wand out of his pocket and brandished it.

You and your mum exchanged glances before bursting out into laughter, the sounds of your families’ happiness filling the silent summer night.

It was your second year at Hogwarts and you were sitting in the library on a blustery Tuesday afternoon, helping Neville Longbottom with his homework. With a small smile on your face, you watched as Neville scrawled on his piece of parchment, his hand moving at lightning speed, his tongue stuck out with a look of concentration on his face.

After a couple of moments, Neville looked up at you nervously as he pushed his essay over to you so you could read it and give him your feedback. You nodded as you easily deciphered his messy handwriting before smiling over at him.

“This is good work, really good work! It’s amazing what you can achieve when Snape isn’t bullying you!” Neville gave you a shy grateful smile but you could tell that he was pleased with himself.

You winced as a sting of searing pain shot through your palm and you sighed when you saw that the gem was red, the colour of fear. But lately, that was to be expected – if your soulmate was indeed a Hogwarts student – because the Chamber of Secrets had been opened and muggle borns were getting attacked left and right, so most people were scared these days. Hogwarts wasn’t the safest haven anymore.

Neville gave you a worried look as he bit his bottom lip, “are you okay, Y/N?” he asked and you nodded absent mindedly as you rubbed at the palm of your hand, you were worried.

“It’s um, it’s my gem, it’s red. He’s scared, my soulmate is scared.”

Neville frowned at you as he nervously fiddled with his fingers, “how do you know your soulmate is a boy?”

You shrugged, deep down you had a strong feeling about it, “I just have this nagging feeling.”

Neville smiled at you weakly before he looked over your shoulder to nod at someone who was passing by your library table, “hi, Harry.”

“Hullo, Neville,” Harry Potter mumbled back and you barely spared the boy a glance.

If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed that the gem on the palm of his hand was grey, the colour of stress and worry.

At fourteen years old, you were sitting in the stands with your friends and excitement was running high as it was the final task of the Triwizard Tournament.

“I can’t wait to see who wins!” Ginny Weasley grinned at you, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder.

You giggled as you looked at the four champions who were waiting outside the enormous maze which was previously the Quidditch pitch. Harry Potter, the youngest and surprise champion looked positively green as he pushed his round glasses up his nose. It looked like he was about to throw up.

“5 galleons for Cedric to win.”

Ginny smirked at you, challenge sparkling in her eyes, “oh, you’re on, Y/L/N! I’m betting that Fleur is going to win,” she offered you her hand and you both shook on it.

With excitement in the pit of your stomach, you watched the champions enter the maze one by one. When all the champions were inside the maze, the trial became a waiting game and you shared Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott’s with Ginny. Krum and Fleur were the first two to drop out of the competition – much to Ginny’s dismay – so now it was just between Cedric and Harry.

A little while later, Harry reappeared on the lawn, the crowd greeted him with cheers and the band started playing. Someone screamed and the band’s music died when everyone realised that Harry was sobbing and clutching a lifeless body. The smile slid from your face like Stinksap and dread filled your stomach when you put everything together. Tears stung at your eyes and an almost overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over you like a tidal wave as you realised that Cedric was dead. Cedric had always been so kind to you even though you hadn’t known him very well. Sadness rippled through the crowd as people began to cry and mutter to each other.

You wiped your eyes and sniffled as you looked down at Harry as he cradled Cedric’s body, Harry glanced up with red rimmed eyes to meet yours for a split second before he was escorted away by Professor Moody. You watched him disappear into the castle with a strong sense of foreboding.

In your fifth year, you had your first kiss in The Three Broomsticks with Draco Malfoy – against your better judgement of course – though you knew that he wasn’t your soulmate. It certainly didn’t feel like he was but you just wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone. Neville had somehow persuaded you to join Dumbledore’s Army, a secret group that Harry had started to rebel against Umbridge.

You had only turned up a couple of times because you weren’t exactly friends with Harry so you felt a little awkward by being there. Also, your fellow Ravenclaw, Cho – an extremely pretty and popular girl – spent the lessons flirting with Harry even though Cedric had only died at the end of the previous year.

At first, it was endearing to watch Harry stammer through the lessons, glancing over at Cho every now and then with a pretty pink flush to his cheeks. It got old very quickly and the sight of their flirting created a weird feeling in your stomach. Why hadn’t you found your soulmate yet? Was he even in Hogwarts?

Right now, you were enjoying your summer break and you were about to go into your sixth year and you were still none the wiser about who your soulmate was. You had been writing to Ginny and she had offered to help you in your search for your soulmate. You were going to find him this year, even if he wasn’t at school with you, you’d find him.

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Harry’s spirits were low as he, Ron and Hermione walked down Diagon Alley, it was dark and gloomy with the dirty brick walls plastered with posters of wanted Death Eaters. It was clear the effect that the brewing war had had on it. Harry bit his lip as they walked past the ice cream parlour where he had spent most of his time in the summer before his third year, eating sundaes in the sun. Now it was dark and vacant with a window smashed. It was sad how much the once colourful street had changed in just a few years.

Ron nudged him in the ribs as they turned the corner and pointed towards the end of the street, “there it is, look!”

Harry glanced over to where his best mate was pointing and he grinned at the ridiculously colourful shop that belonged to Fred and George, if anything it seemed to make the rest of the street even darker, the twins certainly didn’t do anything by half measure. He felt relieved that there was still room for some happiness, it was clear that it would lift anyone’s spirits.

“I actually love it,” Harry grinned, threading his fingers through his hair as he watched Hogwarts students file in and out of the shop.

Hermione smiled but Harry could see the fear in her eyes, but when she spoke her voice was quite calm, “how are they even doing it? They could get into serious trouble.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he looked over at Ron with a smirk but his smirk faltered when he saw Ron staring at Hermione, Ron reached out for her but seemed to change his mind at the last moment. With flaming cheeks, Harry looked away from them, it was only a matter of time before they became a couple, but he only hoped that their friendship would be able to take it.

Harry felt a strong sense of relief as they walked into the overcrowded and noisy shop; it was a welcoming change from the empty quiet street outside. Everything was so colourful that it made Harry feel a little dizzy as he grinned at Ron as they headed straight over to the Defence against the Dark Arts section, jumping almost a mile high when a firework exploded over his head.

Ron nodded at the gem on Harry’s hand, shaking a hand through his hair, “it’s on blue, mate.”

Harry grumbled as he looked down at the gem that was emitting a dark blue light and he scowled at it, “yeah, it’s been that way on and off for most of the summer, and there’s nothing I can do about it, I just wish I could do something,” he flushed as he averted his eyes, he almost felt embarrassed talking about this with Ron.

Shaking his head, he quickly turned around without looking where he was going and a result he walked straight into someone, causing them to drop their boxes onto the floor. Harry’s cheeks heated up as he began to stammer out apologies, “Merlin, I um, I’m so sorry,” he chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses up his nose as he bent down to help whoever he had bumped into.

He heard a breathless laugh, a laugh that was almost like a summer breeze, “it’s okay, really. Thank you, Harry,” he glanced up in surprise and found himself looking into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. The girl grinned at him as they both stood up and Harry handed her the boxes back, “thanks again,” she smiled.

Harry nodded before shaking himself out of it, he recognized her from last year, she’d come to a couple of DA meetings, she was a Ravenclaw, “it’s Y/N right?” he smiled when she nodded with a flush high on her cheeks, “yeah, I remember, you came to a couple of DA meetings.”

“Yeah,” she shot him an apologetic look, “I really didn’t want to get into any trouble,” she smiled sheepishly but Harry understood, “are you doing it again this year?”

Harry shook his head as he fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket, “there’s no need, Umbridge is gone,” every time he said that out loud or even thought about it, he felt very smug.

“Thank Merlin,” Y/N giggled; tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she bit her lip, “it was really good of you to bring everyone together like that. I know that Neville and Luna felt at home during those meetings.”

Harry let out a soft chuckle as he averted his eyes, he hardly knew her but he felt pleased at her words, “anyway, I should probably go and find Luna, I guess that I’ll see you around Harry.”

“Bye, Y/N,” he smiled, watching her as she walked away.

“Someone’s got a crush!” Harry jumped when he heard a voice in his ear and he turned to see the smirking face of Fred Weasley.

“Who’s got a crush?” Ron asked as he pushed his way through the crowd.

“Ooh, has someone got a crush?” Hermione piped up before Harry could defend himself.

“Harry’s got a crush on Y/N Y/L/N, the Ravenclaw student,” Fred smirked; he looked too delighted to be the one conveying this news.

“I do not!��� it was true, he didn’t have a crush on her – she was very pretty – because he’d only just met her properly.

“She is very pretty!” Hermione grinned.

“I don’t have a crush,” Harry scoffed and scowled at his friends as he made his way to the till to pay for his things. His friend’s raucous laughter following him. With friends like these, who needs enemies?

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[cupcakecoterie]

@true0neutral - Hazel, half-elf cleric

@fauxfire76 - Darvin, human bard/sorcerer

@hyperewok1 - Remi, human paladin/warlock

@lindira - Clarity, tiefling rogue/warlock

Marion - Ava, human ranger

Brian - Barnabus, minotaur fighter

@lovefrometernity - Rylan, wood elf sorcerer

We were missing a @miaaoi again so more stalling was necessary. Still fun. Apart from trying to get traumatised refugees comfortable with the gigantic dire moose who wanted treats and offerings from the newcomers in exchange for his protection, mostly it was going over Rylan’s list of things they needed clarification on, including:

“What did a wedding have to do with how this one has wings?”

“The governors of Equitas are ancient metallic dragons.” “Wait, WHAT?!?”

How and why the Five Claws of Bahamut have Tarrasque bits as thrones, trophies, or bottled lightning generators

“I’m just going to write [Barnabus’] name with like eight question marks.” (Mostly to do with why sentient minotaur in place where such a thing was generally not A Thing, which led to discussions of Ravnica, the Cult of Rakdos, and the Gruul and how the Gruul are definitely NOT like The People of Eun-Bac)

“You. Bard-man. What the fuck is up with your soul?” (Darvin’s couple of levels in Divine Soul sorcerer, courtesy Bahamut)

“Hang on; I have to go back in time in my own brain to figure out why I wrote Magic Mace Machine... BLENDERS.” (and other things to do with Egref, including the Adventurer’s Abomination and the Miraculous Transmutation Engine)

Purple worms, natural philosophers, and steampunk kobolds

The Tipsy Pixie (”We had sex for money.” “Why?” “Because I need food to live?”)

The last wood elf they travelled with and how that links up to Clarity’s patron, issues with His Majesty of Misrule, and how Barnabus lost his ‘way home’

Hazel’s magical Hearthhome door key

The fight with the green dragon, Coryvel (also magical tattoos, godmarks, and marks from Bahamut)

Clarity’s eyes - well, tiefling eyes in general

Pie-eating contests and “why are there so many non-cupcake baked goods with you people?” (as Skylar said - “Mom and Momma have a lot of things to say about nutrition”)

"There’s a play about you people?!?” and other songs and stories, including the Ballad of the Bunny-Bard

Then they attacked Hazel’s Bertie Botts From Hell jelly beans, and Hazel took Alisaie’s dare to just eat a random handful.

So basically we had a really good time but we really were just not going anywhere because we were missing at least one person for most of the last couple of months. But we got less into anecdata and more into character background in the following session...

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

AOT characters and their  quirks

Note: I apologize for some unoriginal quirks, and yes I got some from Pokemon. I also added two of my ocs here. Please tell me your thoughts.

Name: Eren Jeager

Hero Name:Titan

Title/Alias: The Giant Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Nationality: German

Ranking : Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Eren wears a white shirt with a black harness around his body, black elbow guards, black military pants and black combat boots.

Quirk: Titan

Character Strengths: He can grow into 15 m tall and possess a type of hardening ability. His original body is safe in his titan's neck.

Character Weaknesses: Can only turn into a titan in open space.

Super moves:

Meateor Assasult

Storm Throw

Thunderous Kick

Rock Tomb

Colossal Rampage

Name: Mikasa Ackerman

Hero Name: Athena

Title/Alias: The Relentless Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: Japanese and American

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paridis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Mikasa wears a black full bodysuit with red designs on the arms and legs, black armor on her chest and red knee and elbow pads, and a pair of black combat boots. She still wears her scarf.

Equipment/Weapons: Mikasa wears a utility belt filled with first aid, and medication.

Quirk: Super Soldier

Character Strengths: Mikasa has a supernatural condition and can absorb any weapon she touches.

Character Weaknesses: She has to master the said weapon, and can only use six a time. If she equips a new one she has to remove a previous one from her body.

Super moves:

Steel Surge

Locked n Loaded

Dance of my Swords

Queen's Sheild

Multi Weapon

Name: Armin Arlet

Hero Name: Sixth Sense

Title/Alias: The Esper Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Nationality: English

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Armin wears an oxford blue half sleeve jacket with with a silver chest plate, gray elbow pads and wrist guards. Warm gray pants and knee pads and gray boots with a dark blue lining on he tip.

Equipment/Weapons: He carries a silver staff, and a utility belt fill with medication and first aid.

Quirk: Mindstorm

Character Strengths: Combination of telekinesis, telepathy and illusion control        

Character Weaknesses: Require intense amounts of concentration, focus, and mental effort to use properly. He can only listen to thought of others one a a time anymore will cause serious headaches.

Super moves:

Psyche Out

Wonder Room

Shattered Psyche

Unknown Reality

Mental Breakdown

Name: Annie Leonhardt

Hero Name: Cutthroat

Title/Alias: The Crystal Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Nationality: Russina

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High. 1-A

Hero Costume: Annie wears a navy blue sleeveless top with a silver chest plate, black combat shorts and black boots. Black elbow and knee pads, and black fingerless gloves.

Equipment/Weapons: She wears a utility belt filled with snacks, and first aid and medication.

Quirk: Crystallises

Character Strengths: She has ability to crystallize parts of her body and summon crystals.

Character Weaknesses: If she summons too much crystals her body will start to bleed.

Super moves:

Crystal Storm

Quartz Heart Attack

Crystal Gautlets

Cutthroat

Crystal Armor

Diamond Typhoon

Name: Reiner Braun

Hero Name: Ironhide

Title/Alias: The Iron Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Nationality: German

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Reiner wears a black sleeveless top, black camo pants and gray steel boots. Black knee and elbow pads.

Equipment/Weapons : His top is bullet proof, and boots are design to make him feel as light as possible.

Quirk: Armored Plates

Character Strengths: Can turn his skin into pure iron, and deflect all kinds of attacks.

Character Weaknesses: Slows him down, and there is a certain limit to his armor.

Super moves:

Iron Lariat

Bullet Punch

Metal Strike

Inderstructable  

Name: Bertholdt Hoover

Hero Name: Furnace

Title/Alias: The Thermal Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Nationality: German

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Bertholdt wears a charcoal black sleeveless jacket with a high collar and joined in the center by a magma red neckpiece, baggy pants of the same color, steel cuffs on his wrists and steel boots with small holes on the soles. Completed by black elbow and knee pads.

Equipment/Weapons: His jacket regulates his body temperature, and the his boots help release steam. His utility belt is filled with first aid and medication.

Quirk: Molten Core

Character Strengths: Can control and manipulate heat and steam.

Character Weaknesses: He to avoid overheating his body.

Super moves:

Heatwave

Basalt Mist

Overheat

Lava Plume

Eruption

Name: Kaisa Folami

Hero Name: Creation

Title/Alias: The Fabrication Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: African

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-a

Hero Costume: Kaisa wears a prussian blue sports bra with black bands and mid-thigh length matching shorts. The mesh slits on the side of her legs are made of her hair. She also sport elbow and knee pads and prussian blue boots.

Equipment/Weapons: Kaisa is equipped with a special pair of specs to do her research better. A utility belt filled with all kinds of snacks.

Quirk: Fabrication

Character Strengths: Kaisa can create any inanimate object.

Character Weaknesses: The more she eats, the more material she has to work with, so she needs considerable food ingestion for her Quirk to be effective. However, it takes her a longer period of time and more skin exposed to create large objects, to the point where she forces large objects through her costume leaving it shredded, though she claims she can just repair it. If she create too much without replacing her calories, she'll grow weak and anemic.

Super moves

Steelspike

Tri Attack

Swords Dance

Multi Cannons

Name: Jean Kirschtein

Hero Name: Granite

Title/Alias: The Earth Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Nationality: French

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Jean wears an outfit that consists mainly of segmented metal armor. The majority of the outfit is a light gray color with black pants, gray knee pads and black boots.

Equipment/Weapons: Jean wears a speacial kind of boots that is made up of retractable metal plates and it allows him to expose his feet to the ground when necessary

Quirk: Highhorse Power

Character Strengths: Able to manipulate the earth, rocks, and other minerals. 

Character Weaknesses: He has to be on the ground  or surrounded by earth.

Super moves:

Continental Crush

Earth Surf

Rock Wrecker

Land's Wrath

Mother Earth Devastation

Name: Star Avaruus

Hero Name: Venus

Title/Alias: The Cosmic Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: Finnish

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Star wears a full body suit with the mixture of navy blue, plum, mauve, indigo, magenta, and hot pink making it l look like the galaxy and tinys white specks that resemble to stars. A black tinted visor, a black skort with white speckled stars and black knee and elbow pads and balck boots

Equipment/Weapons: Her visor keeps her eyes safe from bright light. Her suit keeps her body from intense radiation.

Quirk: Super Nova

Character Strengths: Star can use stellar energy/substances to attacks of various shapes and/or intensities, either projected, used as a part of melee attacks, etc, from huge rays of pure energy that can knock over or even obliterate dozens of targets, or slightly singe them. She is also able to fly

Character Weaknesses: The birghtness affects her eyes, and if she uses too much energy she'll collapse in exhuastion.

Super moves:

Stellar Bolts

Plasma Fists

Star Bursts

Shooting Star

Super Nova

Cosmic Explosion

Name: Marco Bott

Hero Name: Silva

Title/Alias: The Forest Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Nationality: Belgian

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Marco wears a fern green jacket over a white short sleeve under armor and an umber harness with pockets, forest green cargo pants and umber hiking boots.

Equipment/Weapons: Marco wears a utility belt and harness fitted with pockets filled with seeds of various kinds of plants, and a first aid kit.

Quirk: Evergreen

Character Strengths: Able to grow and manipulate all kinds of plants

Character Weaknesses: Fire and needs healthy soil to grow plants.

Super moves:

Leaf Storm

Jungle Madness

Forest Curse

Nature's Vengence

Name: Connie Springer

Hero Name: Voltage

Title/Alias: The Gigawatt Hero

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Nationality: American

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Connie wears a white jacket with a high collar and a lighting pattern on each side with blue rims on the shoulders and smiliar white pants. He wears a pair of black running shoes with medallion yellow soles.

Equipment/Weapons: Sharp shooting gear, helps him shoot discs that directs his lightning, and an optical visor.

Quirk: Lightning Rod

Character Strengths: Connie can create, shape and manipulate electricity, and even create thunderstorms.

Character Weaknesses: If used too much electricity, he'll short cirtcuit his brain, and be temporarily be braine dead.

Super Moves

Magnetic Flux

Thunder Quake

Catastrobolt

Galvanic Crash

Fire Thunderstorm

Gigavolt Havoc

Name: Sasha Braus

Hero Name: Artemis

Title/Alias: The Huntress Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Nationality: Scottish

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Sasha wears a white tank top underneath a green jacket hoodie with tan fur on the hood and on the cuffs, green camo pants and black boots. Tan knee and elbow pads.

Equipment/Weapons: A bow which helps her in shooting, and a utility belt and harness that carries snacks, and first aid.

Quirk: Huntress

Character Strengths: Able to shoot arrows made of energy, and has enhanced senses like an animal.

Character Weaknesses: The bows require a lot of energy to generate so she has to eat to make up for the loss of energy.

Super moves:

Scatter Shot

Arrow Missiles

Arrow Rain

Arrow Oblivion

Name: Historia Reiss

Hero Name: Valkyrie

Title/Alias:  The Avian Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Nationality: German

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Historia wears a long sleeve iridiscent backless high collar jacket with matching leggings and green boots. Indigo shoulder protectors, knee pads and golden plates on the hips.

Equipment/Weapons: She weilds twin bastons,

Quirk: Hummingbird

Character Strengths: She has the abilities of a hummingbird and is able to create tornadoes.

Character Weaknesses: If she's in the cold for too long, her wings will start to freeze up.

Super moves:

Wind Blast

Tornado Strike

Airstream Rage

Hurricane

Supersonic Skystrike

Name: Ymir Lenz

Hero Name: Subzero

Title/Alias: The Freezing Hero

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Nationality: Swedish

Ranking: Novice

Occupation: Student

Affiliation/Organization: Paradis High, 1-A

Hero Costume: Ymir wears a black thermal body suit with an ice blue parka with fur on the hood and cuffs, black pants and beige snow boots.

Equipment/Weapons: Her body suit and jacket keep regulate her temperature.

Quirk: Cyro

Character Strengths: Able to create, shape and manipulate ice and snow.

Character Weaknesses: Too much heat will weaken her.

Super moves;

Stars of Frozen Rain

Endless Blizzard

Icicle Storm

Freezer Dry

Avalanche

Subzero Slammer

[potterheadedgeek]

Fluorescent Adolescent || Draco Malfoy x Reader || Marvel / HP Crossover || Chapter Three: Hogwarts Express

Description: Y/n Stark was sent to Hogwarts as well as Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, Shuri Udaku, Harry Osborn, and Miles Morales. She knew that she was a witch both her parents, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, are and they both went to Hogwarts. She was excited, she'd finally get to see her cousins, Ron, Percy, Fred, and George Weasley, again. She met Draco Malfoy and fell for him.

Other: Y/f/i = Your first initial, Y/n = Your name, N/n = Your nickname

Masterlist

Masterlist of all one-shots and stories by me so far

September 1st

You push your truck and Jeffrey on a cart towards the train towards Platform 9¾. 

"It's the same thing every year," Aunt Molly says, "Packed with muggles." She stops at a wall that divides platforms 9 and 10. "Alright Percy, you first."

Percy runs at the wall, instead of crashing, he goes right through it.

"Fred, you next," Molly says.

"He's not Fred, I am!" George declares.

"Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother," Fred states.

"Sorry, George," She apologizes then gestures for him to go.

Fred pushes the cart forward then stops beside Molly, "I'm only joking. I am Fred." He runs at the wall. George follows after him.

"Excuse me," You hear someone say. You turn around to see a boy with brunette hair and round glasses. "Could you tell me how to..."

"How to get on to the platform? (The boy nods in response) Yes, not to worry dear, it's Y/n and Ron's (you both nod at him) first time to Hogwarts as well." Molly explains. "Now all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."

"Good luck," Ginny tells him.

The boy runs at the wall and goes straight through it.

"Y/n go ahead," You take a deep breath and run at the wall. The brunette boy is in front of you. You spot the train, it is black and red and says "Hogwarts Express 5972" on the front.

You look up to see a sign that reads "9¾ Hogwarts Express". You spot Fred, George, and Percy and run towards them.

After a minute or so Ron, Molly, and Ginny join you.

You tell Molly and Ginny goodbye and get on the train.

You and Ron search for a seat but everywhere is taken except for where the boy that you meet in the King's Cross Station.

"Excuse me? (The boy looks over at you two) Do you mind? Everywhere else is full?" Ron asks him.

"Not at all," He replies and gestures for you to sit down.

You two sit down in front of him.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Y/n Stark," You introduce yourself.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," He says.

Both you and your cousin's mouths drop.

"So... So it's true?" Ron asks, "I mean... Do you really have the..." He points at his forehead.

"The what?" Harry asks.

"The scar," Ron whispers.

"Oh," Harry lifts his hair off his forehead to reveal a lightning-shaped scar.

"Wicked," You say.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" A lady asks, stopping in front of the door.

"No thanks," Ron responds and holds up a sandwich that his mom made him. Aunt Molly made you a sandwich too, it was in your backpack. "I'm all set."

Harry pulls some galleons out of his pockets. "We'll take the lot."

"Whoa," Ron mumbles.

After getting a bunch of candy off of the trolley and laying it on the seat, you grab some gummies unwrap them.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?" Harry questions.

"They mean every flavor," Ron says with a mouth full of candy. "There's chocolate and peppermint and also spinach, liver, and tripe. (Harry eats one, it must have been disgusting because his face scrunches in disgust) George sweated he got a booger-flavored on once."

Harry takes the jelly bean that he just ate out of his mouth, you assume it was because it was disgusting.

"In America, we call that bean boozled," You chuckle.

Harry smiles at you but you can tell that he doesn't know what you're talking about. He picks up a chocolate frog box, "These aren't real frogs are they?"

"It's just a spell," Ron answers. "Besides, it's the card you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I've got about 500 meself."

Harry opens the box and a chocolate frog jumps out of it onto the window.

"Watch it," Ron says. The frog climbs up the window and jumps out of it. "That's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them, to begin with."

"I got Dumbledore!" Harry exclaims.

"I got about six of him," Ron states.

"Hey, he's gone!"

"You can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?"