#I AM PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY INJURED HE L P ME

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➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±5.4k

tw: angst (not too bad though), mean words, blood, mentions of auror missions, kidnapping, needles, st mungo's

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ft. hermione, lee and alicia

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

the girl in the lilac dress

i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.

out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.

i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.

"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.

she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."

he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.

"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.

"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"

she observed me and i laughed.

"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."

"friends with benefits?"

"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."

"bitter about it?"

i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."

"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"

i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"

"i model for witch weekly."

i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"

"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.

"my friends are, so naturally i am."

"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."

"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.

"you are much too cutesie for his type."

i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.

"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"

"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"

"uhh, not really?"

"well they're all models for one magazine or another."

"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.

"i just thought you should know."

i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."

she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."

her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.

"only three things??" i asked, shocked.

"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."

we had reached the ministry.

"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.

all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.

i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.

"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.

"hello y/n!"

in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.

"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"

"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.

i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"

"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."

"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."

"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."

"how much experience?"

"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."

"perfect. and hepole?"

"on the way."

"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.

"hello, poplinn speaking."

"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."

"miss l/n! o-of course!"

"and pop?"

"y-yeah?"

"call me y/n."

i hung up, dialling harry's office.

"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."

"of course."

i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.

"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."

"sorry dray, but it's important."

"there's no one else?"

"there are others, but we need your expertise."

there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"

"it's fading anyway. no."

"i'll be paid?"

"in hundreds."

"how old are the children?"

"2 and 4," hermione said.

the silence told me he was sold.

"i'll be there."

i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"

"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."

"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.

"'course."

i smiled, "c'ya!"

she was shaking her head.

"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"

"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."

"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."

"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."

"hey! that's rude."

"just go on your mission already."

i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"

kalle looked at me, "yes?"

"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"

she smiled, "okay."

"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"

"alright, good luck, head!"

"thanks, bye!"

i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.

i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.

"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"

i looked at hepole.

he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."

"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.

"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."

i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.

"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"

"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.

"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.

"right right, i love you, bye!"

the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.

putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.

i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.

when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.

pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.

when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.

"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.

"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.

"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.

"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."

i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."

she shook her head in dismay.

"lol."

i watched the needle go in.

then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.

"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."

i nodded, "thanks yvonne."

"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."

"am not!"

she laughed. "that's funny."

after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.

i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.

looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.

i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.

and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.

i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.

fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.

whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.

deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.

i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.

"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.

alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.

"hey ali!"

"hi! come in!"

at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.

"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."

i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.

"snacks?"

"your favourites."

"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.

"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.

i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.

gingerly, i bandaged the wound.

by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.

alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.

"thank you, ali, i love you."

"you damn well do."

we both giggled.

"what happened?" she asked me.

"nothing. i just wanted a change."

"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"

"just a long mission, that's all."

"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."

"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"

"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."

"well i wanted to visit you!"

"bullshit."

"is it that hard to believe?"

"what the fuck did fred do to you?"

"nothin'?"

"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."

"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."

"you're awesome at lying."

"i'm not lying!"

"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"

i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.

"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."

"oh?"

"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."

"what did you say back?"

"i told her to fuck off."

i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."

"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"

"whoa how did you know?"

"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"

i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."

"what did fred and pretoria do?"

"nothing."

"please tell me?"

"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."

"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"

i nodded.

"that doesn't seem right."

i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."

"his mother would kill him!"

i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."

"molly weasley, y/n!"

"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."

"doesn't mean it's good."

"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."

i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"

"don't be afraid to let it all out."

"yeah."

i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.

the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.

i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.

"court sitting this early?" she asked me.

i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."

"that's smart."

"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"

"i reckon he'll just confess."

"criminals don't go down easily."

"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."

"are they here today?"

"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."

"parents?"

"dead."

"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"

"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."

"that's awesome."

the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.

he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.

"what an idiot, sending a message like that."

"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."

we laughed.

"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.

"i don't know if he's still into me?"

i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."

"i never see him."

"then see him more!"

"how? i'm so busy!"

"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.

we sat down at the cafeteria.

"i guess not, but he's busy!"

"busy enough for you?"

"i guess not."

"'xactly."

"but he might not wanna go on a date."

"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"

the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.

i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.

"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.

"nothing to be worried 'bout."

"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.

"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."

"'kay."

hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.

"y/n?"

"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."

"o-okay."

"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"

"what? why?"

"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"

"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.

"nup, it isn't," i replied.

and with that, i hung up.

"hey 'mione?"

she was glaring at me, "what."

"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.

she laughed, "i love you."

"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."

"what do you think i should wear?"

"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."

"okay! you wanna go now?"

"it's 11?"

"yeah!"

"alrighty! kalle!"

kalle turned to us, "yes?"

"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."

"alright, bye."

we apparate to hogsmeade.

"what theme do you wanna go for?"

"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"

"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.

"hello?" it was fred this time.

"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."

"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."

"thanks, bye."

"wait!"

"mhm?"

"can we talk?"

"erm- about what exactly?"

"everything."

i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."

"okay. have a good time, lovely."

"you too."

i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?

what the hell was going on?

"let's go, mione!"

we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.

"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.

"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"

"with lav brown."

"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."

"she's dead?"

"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."

"yeah."

"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"

"yeah."

"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."

"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.

"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."

"pont knight?"

"former assistant of me."

"pont knight?"

"yeah, i know right."

"how did he go again?"

"oh, i fired him," i laughed.

"why?"

"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."

"interesting."

"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."

"do you think he did anything else?"

"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"

"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."

"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."

"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"

i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"

she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."

"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."

"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.

i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."

"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."

"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."

we continued chatting until it was 4:30.

"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"

"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."

"thanks. i owe you."

"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"

"love you too!"

i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.

with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.

i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.

i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.

i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"

they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.

"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"

they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."

i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."

"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.

i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"

they shrugged.

"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."

"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."

it brought on a cacophony of greetings.

"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"

we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.

i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.

i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.

fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.

"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.

"'mione! how did it go?"

"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"

"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.

"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.

"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"

i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"

"whaT y/n????"

cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"

i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.

"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"

i squealed silently again.

"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"

"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.

"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"

"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"

"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"

"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.

another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.

"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."

"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.

"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"

"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"

"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.

"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."

"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"

"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"

"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."

oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.

"nope."

"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"

"no please come! there's a surprise!"

i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"

"no, no, don't do that."

"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"

"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."

"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."

"oh crap."

i sighed.

"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"

"what the-"

the line ended.

i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.

"is everything okay??" i asked him.

"no," he said rudely.

"well, do you need any help?"

"no."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

i sighed, "okay."

"you called ron cute."

i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."

he frowned.

"she kissed me!"

"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.

he was silent.

"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"

"okay."

"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."

"have a nice sleep."

the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.

it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.

winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.

"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."

had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.

"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.

i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.

i ran towards it.

"whoa."

it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.

large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.

i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.

"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.

yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.

i immediately got up.

"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.

"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.

"you like it?" he asked.

"love it."

"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."

"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.

"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."

"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."

"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."

"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."

"jeesh okay."

i looked at him.

"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.

"alright, i'm all ears."

"okay. so she talked with you right?"

i nodded.

"did she take a piece of hair from you?”

i nodded again.

"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."

i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.

"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."

"what do you wanna be?"

"could we be official, please?"

he grinned, "of course."

then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"

"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.

he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.

"feel that, beautiful?"

i nodded.

"only you."

he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.

"that's not fair!"

and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.

he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.

it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.

"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.

"oh?"

"yeah. yeah."

"i don't believe you."

"that's because you can't see yourself right now."

[dvlwthn]

“  i’m  tired –-  ”                .... of what?      “  of surviving and not living.  ”

Is that MADISON BAILEY? No, that’s just ALEXIS RYAN KING. They were born on 29/01/99 and are in their THIRD year at Northknot University. They live in Northknot because they are a WEREWOLF from Kaleb’s bloodline (Moon Valley Pack Beta). Some they're COMPASSIONATE and AMBITIOUS, but I’ve heard others say they’re SHORT TEMPERED and SKEPTICAL. When you think of her, don’t you think of A FREE SPIRIT WHO’S ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE NEXT ADVENTURE, THE SOUND OF THUNDER BEING HEARD FOLLOWED BY STRIKES OF LIGHTNING, HEART OF GOLD THAT WEIGHS HEAVY ? 

A E S T H E T I C

dark  scars  on  the  heart  .  thunderstorms  ;  wild  and  chaotic  .  broken  girl  ,  fearless  woman  .  stubborn  heart  .  fire  in  her  eyes  ,  darkness  in  her  soul  .  not  afraid  to  get  her  hands  dirty  .  just  survive  somehow  .  heavy  heart  ,  dark  past  .

Q U O T E S

“  some days i am the flower, some days i am the rain  .   ”   –   pavana. 

“   she is both hellfire and holy water. and the flavour you taste depends on how you treat her  .   ”   –   sneha pal.

“   i wasn’t born soft and quiet. i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips   .   ”   –   unknown.

M U S I C    P L A Y E R

“   you keep things bottled up inside–- i wish you'd give someone a try. you fell apart a million times.   ”   happy face by tate mcrae. 

“   listen closely ‘cause no one told me, but you deserve to know: that in this world, you are not beholden. you do not owe them your body and your soul.   ”   fall in line by christina aguilera. 

“   i can bleed, i can hurt. knock me down in the dirt. i am strong i’ll show you even when i’m black and blue: i’m bulletproof.   ”   bulletproof by dimante.

“  keep me from the cages, under the control.. running in the dark to find east of eden.  ”  east of eden by zella day

P E R S O N A L I T Y  

+ intelligent, protective, and observant - stubborn, distant, and ‘apathetic’

there is a lot that goes into making alexis who she is. from who her family was, to the trauma she experienced, even to her pack. a little bit of everything lives on in her... alexis ryan king is a bit of a conundrum to be honest. she’s protective yet distant. after losing her family, she doesn’t want to feel that loss again. so she tries to keep her distance, the less people around her, the less people she can hurt over is something happens... but she can’t always help how close she gets and to those that manage to become close to her, she very protective over because, again, she doesn’t want to lose them. the young woman TRIES to be apathetic, hopes that if she can act like she doesn’t care long enough she just won’t... it’s hard not to try to fin way to protect yourself (physically and emotionally). so she tries to focus on school or work. just to keep her mind busy.. but she can’t JUST survive anymore. she wants to live her life... live the life her father made sure she could... she has to do it for him, for all of them. 

H E A D C A N O N S

001. alexis was born to into a family of wolves, she had two older brother and two younger brothers. both of her parents were very in touch with their wolf side, which made alexis and her siblings feel very much the same. they all loved what they were, even if at times they seemed to lose control... the king pack was very in touch with nature and life, so after each kill they had a little goodbye prayer for. tibi gratias ago pro tui sacrificium tuum pugnet ( thank you for your sacrifice, your fight is over ). no kill was taken advantage of or forgotten. the family paid respects to every living thing they killed (human or animal). alexis was never sure if it was their way of honouring kaleb or just the way her parent were. 

002. while most supernatural creatures had started to live in harmony and even had a special location for supernatural only to live, the king family never felt the need to move there. though it was always the plan if things went bad. it was something they talked about since she was a young pup. she never actually thought the time would come.... she especially never thought that she’d have to make the trip solo.

003. a couple of years ago her family was attacked. she had no clue why or what happened, she just remembers that after her and her youngest brother got home from running through the forrest behind their house, she wanted to nap on the floor in the living room. she was asleep when the screaming started but she heard it and started to wake up. by the time she was half awake and trying to process everything, her eldest brother was kneeling next to her and shaking her shoulders. the young girl would never forget the look on his face. wasting no time, the only female child in the king family was up and trying to collect her two younger brothers. “ it’s time to leave. ” her father had told her when he had passed her briefly... but it seemed whomever wanted them dead wasn’t going to allow that. there was fire everywhere, she couldn’t inhale without breathing in smoke. she never understood how it spread so fast. when she found her two younger brothers she remembers instantly falling to her knees and reaching out to try to hold them. their lifeless mangled bodies lay side by side and she couldn’t see past the tears anymore. it was than that her father found her, she could see he was injured and just that look in his eyes... she KNEW no one else survived. her father was yanking on her arm, pulling her away from the scene. he was speaking to her but she couldn’t hear him. it wasn’t till they reach the back of the house that they stopped and her father placed his hands on her shoulders, looked her right in the eye and spoke “ just survive, somehow. ” kissed her forehead and gave her a look that said it all. goodbye. i love you. i’ll hold them off. please survive. i’m sorry. she wanted to scream, scream that he could come with her, or that she’d stay and fight with him... or even die with him. he entire family fell, why did she get to live? but the look he sent her before turning to face the shadows of whoever killed her family told her everything. someone needed to survive this. SHE needed to survive this. so she did.

004. she took her time getting to northknot. it was the plan so she knew where she needed to go, but she was never prepared to make the journey alone. her mind just wasn’t in it. her heart wasn’t in surviving, she wanted to be with her family. but as weak as she felt, she knew she had to keep fighting. her heart and soul were broken, she really didn’t think that anyone or anything at northknot would make it better. but upon arriving she met this older woman... another wolf, and when the lady met her gaze alexis just felt like she could read her like an open book. hated it but also welcomed it at the same time. the lady took her in, helped her settle before introducing her to an alpha.. they all seemed patient with her. and eventually as time went on, the moon valley pack reminded her of her family... and while she felt like an outsider for awhile, they ended up becoming like a second family. it never truly fixed her, but it did make things easier.

005. NOW: she still lived with the woman who took her in and has been going to school at the university. bonds have been formed and while she will always miss her family and sometimes dazes off to think of them, she’s started living her life again. she’s happy here, or at least as happy as one can be after everything she went through. 

C O N N E C T I O N S

best friend. could be anyone, pack member or not, but just someone she bonded really well with. someone she can confide in. 

ex. it definitely took her awhile to come out of her shell to even think about dating but this person was her first real relationship since arriving to northknot. relationships like this aren’t always meant to last, so it really came as no surprise that they ended... (if you are willing to play her ex, we can talk about how exactly they ended)

friends. friends from school, work (i picture her working at a coffee shop or bookstore to help her with school), pack members, etc. anything and everything.

dislike. maybe a member from a different pack? or maybe even someone from her own pack and they didn’t trust her when she first arrived? idk. we could do anything with this. but it’d be fun.

[john-laurens]

Alexander Hamilton to John Laurens, April 1779: Close Reading and Analysis

After posting the original and edited versions of this letter, I wanted to do a thorough analysis of it to cover the many innuendos and implications contained within.  Again, this reading is my own (though it has been driven by suggestions from others) and is a subjective interpretation of the data we have.  I encourage you to read the letter for yourself to draw your own conclusions and add to the discussion.

Cold in my professions, warm in [my] friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it m[ight] be in my power, by actions rather than words, [to] convince you that I love you_

This is the first (surviving) letter that Hamilton sent to Laurens, and he opened it with an explicit declaration of his love for Laurens.  He even suggested a physical aspect of their relationship that likely would have gone beyond the socially acceptable “romantic friendships” of the day.  What’s interesting here is that Hamilton stated that his verbal and written sentiments are typically “cold” and that he wants the distance between Laurens and himself to be eliminated so that he might be able to express the full extent of his feelings through some from of physical affection.  However, this is one of the most emotionally expressive and romantic letters written by Hamilton – if this is “cold,” just imagine what the full “warmth” of their relationship was like when they were not separated.

I shall only tell you tha[t] ‘till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had tought my heart to set upon you[_] Indeed, my friend, it was not well done_ You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happin[ess] independent on the caprice of others_ You sh[ould] not have taken advantage of my sensibility to ste[al] into my affections without my consent. But a[s] you have done it and as we are generally indu[l]gent to those we love_ I shall not scruple to pa[r]don the fraud you have committed, on condit[ion] that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into [me_]

Here, Hamilton emphasizes the fact that he does not form many close relationships and lets Laurens (and future readers like ourselves) know just how exceptional it was that Laurens formed such a deep connection with Hamilton.  Hamilton lightly teased him about accomplishing such a feat, but in doing so, he affirmed the depth of the love that he had for Laurens and revealed that he was quite committed to the relationship they developed.  The term “partiality” was also frequently used by Hamilton when expressing his love for Laurens, and I have a brief post here which highlights those instances.

I also think it’s interesting that Hamilton switched from “preserve myself free from particular friendships” in his original letter to “preserve myself free from particular attachments” in this final, edited version.  The earlier version implies somewhat that Hamilton didn’t keep many friends and that his relationship with Laurens was only on the level of friendship. Hamilton did have friends – but the number of people he deeply cared for and loved was kept to a minimum.  He seems to have been affected by the large number of people he loved and ultimately lost early on in life to a point where he guarded his heart to prevent any further suffering.  By switching the phrasing to “attachments,” this idea comes across more clearly, and it’s implied that Hamilton’s relationship with Laurens was a more serious “attachment” rather than a casual friendship.

I have received your two lett[ers] one from Philadelphia the other from Chester[_]

Laurens did write to Hamilton!  Wow! It’s almost like most of Laurens’s letters have been lost or destroyed, and maybe we shouldn’t judge the level of one’s affection based on the number of letters written by a depressed man who didn’t write much in general!  So please stop arguing that Hamilton loved Laurens more than Laurens loved Hamilton. I have a post about this here.

I am pleased with your success, so far_ and I hope the favourable omens, that precede your app[lic]ation to the Assembly may have as favoura[ble] an issue_ provided the situation of affairs sh[ould] require it which I fear will be the case_ But both for your country’s sake and for my ow[n] I wish the enemy may be gone from Georgia befor[e] [y]ou arrive and that you may be obliged to return and [sh]are the fortunes of your old friends_

Hamilton wished “for [his] own” sake that Laurens would not meet any danger and that he would be able to return to camp swiftly and safely.  ‘Daw.  This once again emphasizes the level of attachment that Hamilton had with Laurens. Their desires for each other’s safety weren’t just casual well-wishes – they were deeply personal concerns borne out of their love for each other and the closeness between them.

[In respect] to the Commission, which you [received from] Congress, all the world must think your conduct perfectly right. Indeed your ideas upon this occasion seem not to have their wonted accuracy; and you have had scruples, in a great measure, without foundation. By your appointment as Aide De Camp to the Commander in Chief you had as much the rank of Leiutenant Colonel, as any officer in the line_ your receiving a commission as Lieutenant Colonel from the date of that appointment, does not in the least injure or interfere with one of them; unless by virute of it you are introduced into a particular regiment in violation of the right of succession; which is not, the case at present neither is it a necessary consequence.  As you were going to command a batalion, it was proper you should have commission, and if this commission had been dated posterior to your appointment as Aide De Camp, I should have considered it as derogatory to your former rank_ to mine and to that of the whole corps_ The only thing I see wrong in this affair is this_ Congress by their conduct, both on the former and present occasion, appear to have intended to confer a privilege, an honor, a mark of distinction, a something upon you; which they withold from other Gentlemen in the family. This carries with it an air of preference, which, though we can all truly say, we love your character and admire you[r] military merit, cannot fall to give some of us uneasy sensations. But in this, my Dear J I wish you to understand me well_ The blame, if there is any, falls wholly upon Congress_ I repea[t] it_ your conduct has been perfectly right and even laudable; you rejected the offer when you ought to have rejected it; and you accepted [it] [w]hen you ought to have accepted it; and let me [add] [w]ith a degree of overscrupulous del[ica]cy._ It [was necessary] to your project_ your p[roject] was the public good_ and I should have done the same_ _ In hesitating, you have refined upon the refinements of generosity.

@ciceroprofacto and @revolutionary-pirate have a good post here that details that complexities behind Laurens receiving his commission as Lieutenant-Colonel, and I won’t try to summarize any of that here.  I will comment on the fact that Hamilton repeatedly emphasized that Laurens acted properly and was an honorable, good man who was always trying to do right by his peers and his country.  Laurens seems to have suffered from depression, and his self-loathing and fears that he was not doing enough good or failing in his actions come across prominently in many of his letters.  Hamilton’s reassurances of Laurens’s character likely were made with the intention of helping Laurens to see that he was loved/appreciated and that he had done much good in his life.  Laurens’s father often refrained from directly complimenting or praising him, so it’s good that Hamilton was able to provide Laurens with the positive affirmations that he needed.

There is a total stagnation of new[s] here, political military_ Gates has refused the Indian command_ Sullivan is come to take it[_] The former has lately given a fresh proof of his impudence, his folly and his rascality_ ‘Tis no great matter; but a peculiarity in the case, prevents my saying what

I anticipate by sympathy the pleasure you must feel from the sweet converse of your dearer self in the inclosed letters_  I hope they may be recent_ They were brought out of New York by General Thompson delivered to him there by a Mrs. Moore not long from England, soi-disante parente de Madame votre épouse. She speaks of a daughter of yours_ well when she left England_ perhaps [illegible/torn]

Hamilton first wrote this paragraph with references to Laurens in the third person rather than in the second person, which carries a greater feeling of anger, resentment, and detachment.  With third person, Hamilton refused to directly address Laurens and communicated his shock and bitterness over Laurens’s withholding of his marital status. Hamilton’s use of “She speaks of a daughter of yours” rather than “She speaks of your daughter” indicates that he did not know about Frances and likely Martha as well.  Hamilton had known Laurens for about a year and a half at this point – during this period, they had grown incredibly close, risked their lives in battles together, and even participated in a duel together.  Laurens felt the need to refrain from telling Hamilton about his wife and child during this time – possibly because of the similarities between his marriage and Hamilton’s family life, or possibly because of the nature of the romantic/sexual relationship between Laurens and Hamilton.  Regardless of the reasoning, Hamilton’s anger here is certainly understandable.

And Now my Dear as we are upon the subject of wife_ I empower and comman[d] you to get me one in Carolina_

Everyone knows this paragraph for its massive amounts of sexual innuendo, but I am of the mind that this paragraph was also a description of Laurens.  By describing Laurens as his ideal “wife,” Hamilton would have reaffirmed the idea that 1) he loved Laurens (even after learning about his wife and child), and 2) he had no intention of seeking another partner or marrying in the foreseeable future.  I’ll do my best to explain each point.

Such a wife a[s] I want will, I know, be difficult to be found _ but if you succeed, it will the stronger proof of your zeal and dexterity_

Dexterity most often refers to skill with one’s hands – potential sexual innuendo?  With Hamilton, it’s certainly possible.

Take her description[_] She must be young_ handsome

Laurens: young and handsome. Check.

(I lay most stress upon a good shape)

This could be referring to the fact that Laurens was physically fit and considered quite handsome, but I also read this as sexual innuendo.

sensible (a little learning will do)_

Given his extensive education with private tutors and European schools, I’d say that Laurens was certainly a learned man.

well bred (but she must have an aversion to the word ton)

Laurens was certainly well-bred, so another check-mark here.  In the 18th century, the word “ton” referred to fashionable society, so Hamilton’s remark would allow us to check yet another box for Laurens. Though from the upper-class himself, Laurens repeatedly discussed his desires for social, racial, and economic equality, and he fought for each of these to varying extents.  In this way, Laurens demonstrated his aversion to maintaining the status quo of the high society in that time period.

chaste and tender (I am an enthusiast in my notions of fidelity and fondness)

This could easily describe the “fidelity and fondness” that Laurens was demonstrating in his relationship with Hamilton.  Additionally, the remark about “fidelity” could also be a jab at Laurens over the recent marriage reveal.

of some good nature_ a great deal of generosity (she must neither love money nor scolding, for I dislike equally a termagant and an œconomist)_

This brings me back to some points I raised after the line about being “well bred.”  Though Laurens was rich and frequently a heavy spender, he also refused to take pay for his military service and openly discussed his desire to distribute wealth equally.  

In politics, I am indifferen[t] what side she may be of_ I think I have arguments that will easily convert her to mine_

This one is a little harder to explain in relation to Laurens.  Laurens and Hamilton appear to have had similar political opinions, so Hamilton likely did not have to convert Laurens to his side very often.  Hamilton could be saying that his love for Laurens would always supersede any differences they had over politics.  Again, this isn’t my strongest point.

As to religion a moderate stock will satisfy me_ She must believe in god and hate a saint.

This appears to be an accurate description of Laurens’s religion.  We know that Laurens was some form of Christian and believed in God, but he rarely mentions religion or God in any of his letters (I believe he made no mention of religion in his letters after his teenage years).

But as to fortune, the larger stock of that the better_ You know my temper and circumstances and will therefore pay special attention to this article on the treaty_ _ Though I run no risk of going to Purgatory for my avarice; yet as money is an essential ingredient to happiness in this world_ as I have not much of my own_ and as I am very little calculated to get more either by my address or industry; it must needs be that my wife, if I get one, bring at least a sufficiency to administ[er] to her own extravagancies

Laurens was quite rich, so he certainly falls into the financial category that Hamilton preferred. The last line here could also be poking fun at Laurens for his desire for certain “extravagancies” during the war (hair powder, fancy clothes, and the like – Laurens did have to look good as an aide to Washington, but his requests for new clothes came quite frequently and likely with a certain fashionable style in mind).

NB You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiation that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon mys[elf_]

@ciceroprofacto made a great addition to an earlier post of mine that more thoroughly details the innuendo of this line.  “Maidenly beauties” likely refers to a virgin of some sort, and it’s heavily implied that Hamilton took on the “trouble” of Laurens’s “virginity.”  In this discussion, we should remember that “virginity” does not have to be and should not be reduced to an argument of who took on what position during intercourse.  Rather, we can glean that Laurens was likely involved with Hamilton in a way he had never been involved with a man before.

If you should not readily meet with a lady that you think answers my description you can only advertise in the public papers and doubtess you will hear of many competitors for most of the qualifications required, who will be glad to become candidates for such a pr[ize] as I am. To excite their emulation, it will be necessary for you in to give an account of the lover_ his size, make, qua[lity] of mind and body, [ach]ieve[me]nts, expectations, fortunes, &c_ In drawing my picture, you wil[l] no doubt be civil to your friend_ mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I [never spared you of pictures]_

The fact that Laurens was familiar with the finer details of Hamilton’s penis is highly suggestive that Laurens and Hamilton had an intimate relationship. Many people have posted about this innuendo before, so I won’t get into any more detail here.

@ciceroprofacto also conducted a great analysis of the infamous scratched-out five words (”never spared you of pictures”), which you can read here.

After reviewing what I have written_ I am ready to ask myself what could have put it into my head to hazard this jeu de follie_ Do I want a wife[?] No. I have plagues enough without desiring to add to the number that greatest of all; and if I were silly enough to do it, I should take care how I employed a proxy._

The paragraph that is always forgotten by straight historians.  Hamilton was completely joking about wanting a wife – he says so himself.  Additionally, the fact that Hamilton was joking helps to support the idea that the previous paragraph was truly about Laurens.

Did I mean to show my wit?_

Did you know that “wit” was Shakespearean slang for “penis”?  The more you know.

if I did, I am sure I have missed my aim_ Did I only intend to [frisk?] In this I have succeeded_ but I have done m[ore_] I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening o[ut] the only kind of intercourse now in my po[wer] with my friend_ Adieu

The use of “intercourse” (and, to some extent, “gratified”) is once again very sexually suggestive.

Yrs. A Hamilt[on]

P.S_ Fleury shall be taken care of. All the family send their love_ In this join the General Mrs. Washington_ & what is best, tis not in the stile of [ce]remony but sincerit[y]_

[ipsonus]

filed://all responses that speak toward Prototypes 00 && 04

• • r e d i r e c t i n g  • •​ • ( so many people )

ohoh oh  ~♪               Oh  oh  oh ~♫

          Source

Pick  a p a  r  t  every [ p i e c e ] of me                                  and  m i s s  the point entirely. ( @ shironao )

Prototype 04′s Laughter echoed throughout the courtroom. This woman really had a death wish. Challenging the original prototype like that? It was only just a matter of time before Maxima’s other would snap. Surely the virus would take pleasure in her death -- if it came to be that her live would fall on Prototype 00′s hands. Though, this was all theory that the younger android had. He was definitely finding this amusing. 

“Oh, darling~♥♪ Surely, you didn’t really say that. After all, you don’t actually know the fact that Maxima’s purposes was intended for mentally unstable people.”

I only did this to be  { [ s a n e ] },                  N O T  for  you  to  know  my N A M E .

And that Maxima was. In the year and time they came from, what kept people from immortality was emotion. And the people of the future tried so very hard to contol their feelings-- it couldn’t be helped that there were just a few insane people that needed help. But how could she ever have possibly known that?

Go 'head and spit the   ♫m ♪u ♫s ♪i ♫c ♪  out                 please   ❛ TELL ❜  me more about your doubt. Don't   f e a r   I've { heard  } it all before,        each  ( t  i m  e ) makes it easier to (Ｉ)(Ｇ)(Ｎ)(Ｏ)(Ｒ)(Ｅ) .

“I would advise you to tread lightly in these dangerous waters.” Maxima would continue to repeat itself. However, if she-- or any of the others continued with the rate they went-- all of them would be in for an unpleasant surprise. And it wouldn’t have been either of the prototypes’ faults. ( you would have nobody but yourself to blame )

Oh I am  t i r e d  of abiding by your 【r】【u】【l】【e】【s】. Causing  ME to second guess my ♟ every ♟ single ♟ move ♟ .

When the boy came extremely close to Ollie to obtain a scent of him, the prototype couldn’t help but to pull out his only intact-- yet empty -- gun. ( force of habit unfortunately ) “Back off dog.” 

Ollie detested anybody getting this close to him. This wasn’t really even remotely close to a proper trial, and the robot like his space. Maxima could only step in between them to only push the other away. 

“Obviously you are mistaken, he is not the only one with the snake tattoos.” 

Well, that was one way to relieve stress off of the younger android, but if this was a true court of law, the strange boy had to be more specific than to say ‘feller with the snake tattoos.’ Maxima turned to pulled up its own clothing just far enough to reveal two much more active snakes moving on its back and shoulders. 

( mind you it was genuinely focused on covering its own chest, for the reason to conceal its true sex and gender but it was more than enough to show the markings )

YOU don’t know who [  I  ]am           or what I have  b e e n  through, No. ( @ softserveswirls )

It was rather unfortunate really. It seemed that nobody actually chose to pay attention until now. Where were these accusations before? And another disturbing matter was that everybody was acting that staying clean was wrong. At least, that was what it sounded like.

So don’t dare tell me what I should and shouldn’t do 'cause...

You still all fail to ask why we like to be clean.” Honestly, nothing Maxima and the other prototypes did would truly wash away what they had done in their own time. But if it meant to clear things up with everybody, then so be it. 

Don’t  f ᵉ ᵉ ˡ  like having a,                  computer  s i n g ~ ♫ ♪  this phrase.

( @ shironao )

“Stop acting like clueless fools for one moment. We are obsessive with our cleanliness due to the fact that we are visitors from the future -- anything we do to mark the past changes the future, so we have to keep clean and stay out of the timeline. Obviously it is a difficult concept for you, but for us, it keeps us off the map for our time. We cannot leave traces behind otherwise we risk not being able to explore.”

Obviously, it was half of the truth, but there was no lie to Maxima’s words-- omitting some things was different than flat out lying. ( but why mention the genocide if it was not needed ? )

           Not  ⓛⓞⓞⓚⓘⓝⓖ for a hired name, to write a ♫ s ♪ o ♫ n ♪ g ♫ for me that sounds the same,              as everything  { [ fed ] } to our brain's      rammed down our throats with  N O  complaints.

She was addressing to Ollie that time, but Maxima had answered quite a bit. Though it was the younger one’s turn further elaborate. He scoffed at the female. “Ya, we both did, its called being a robot hun. What, you think jut cause we are robots made to look like humans that we have the brains of you idiots?” He couldn’t help but snicker. “Wow you guys are really dumb.” While he snickered he pointed to Maxima as if to make a seemingly otherwise obvious point. “Maxima was programmed to know a person’s backstory just by looking at them.” Rolling his eyes, he rubbed his temples. 

“True, we all lost our max capabilities when the virus hit, and even more so when Yukari brought us here-- I’m fucking blind without my scanners, and Maxima has trouble assessing simple tasks for people, but that still doesn’t mean we can’t find the real answer. We saw the scene, and Maxima definitely took more time to analyse the situation, but we both knew it was a murder dressed to look like a suicide. Did none of you even consider asking Maxima about her ankle?” 

Ollie glanced at the other as if he were waiting for the elder to answer its findings. 

“Why would she commit suicide her ankle was wrapped, don’t you think that if she really wanted to die, she wouldn’t have bothered to treat it?”

              Maybe I’m a ᵈʸ'ⁿᵍ breed,      but I believe in 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂.

Ollie rolled his head back with obvious intent ( told ya’ smartass ) . “And like Maxima had said in the past -- obviously you guys didn’t listen to that either -- I would never kill somebody like that. Making something look like suicide isn’t in my job description, I like to take credit for the people I kill.” ( thanks for not asking me though ) 

Told to look an’ act a way, as if I’m just a ball of clay that you can just mold into whatever, I assure you that’s not clever see now fads don't last forever they are fleeting like the weather and we will stand our ground while you will sink and drown. Hahaha! 

( @ speedster-and-kinesis )

Upon another voice being spoken, both android turned their attention to the new female. Her words seemed to sounds almost like an ancient language to the robots. The prototypes of Project 00 --including all of the others not present in Yukari’s world -- didn’t follow  whatever law she was talking about. Ollie couldn’t help be laugh again. Honestly he was entertained with  the fact that these people couldn’t be more wrong.  

“What law?”

Maxima stopped the younger prototype from speaking any more about the subject to the new female. “Unfortunately, many of my files about my creator are corrupt, therefore I cannot give you the original ideas of them. Though as far as I can tell, I am allowed to do whatever I please. For example, I could kill another human if I deemed it necessary. Where I come from, I do not need to put down a living thing as we have the technology to keep one alive, regardless of circumstances. Why, my child, you humans find the cure for everything -- at least you do where we come from.” 

“Though, I must answer your original question-- it is not troublesome for me to kill a human. I can, and have, injured people. I can assure you that it was not on purpose, but you do not understand the incredibly fine line that you humans have. You get hurt by anything these days whether it be emotionally, psychologically, or physically. It is not necessarily my fault that it happens-- least i would not do it on purpose. Does that make sense.” 

“For example, Ollie and a few of my other prototypes -- Rika and Dannie -- harm people. Ollie is a trained assassin that works to kill. It is his job. Dannie, while he plays a more defensive strategy, physically finds way to hurt people. And Rika? Why, she toys with people. She likes to hurt people.” 

'Cause I’m a tough girl, I run my own world and if you don’t like it there’s the door, if you haven't heard I ain't got no interest in your business, just here for the music and there's nothing else to this bullshit!

“So let me assure you that there is no law for us to follow in regards to the safety of people.” 

Not here, to ＬＯＳＥ . Not here for you to ＣＨＯＯＳＥ . How we, ＳＨＯＵＬＤ  ＢＥ cause we’re not part of your  ｍａｃｈｉｎｅ.

( @ malchancevilain )

For once, the man was saying something useful. It almost pleased Maxima to hear his words. Finally somebody was talking some sense. Sure it wasn’t much but it was progress.

“Thank you. It is incredibly discriminatory for one to assume that we run on rules. Especially for rules that were made for your time and not ours.”

We’re not, we’re not part, we’re not part of your machine. We’re not, we’re not part, we’re not part of your machine, ( no ) .