#I think I'm so clever when I'm tired (i am not)

[theworldisabrokenbonebutitishome]

There's nothing I wouldn't do cause love is crazy, I'm crazy too...

I Would - Lower Than Atlantis

[bearsace]

not the way motonari route has me by the THROAT rn... and i thought ieyasu was the one who bias-wrecked me for my ikesen replay...

[teler-of-gallifrey]

My Own Divine Experience, or, The Heartache of a Woman

You say you know me better than myself

                                And yet you call me a Man

                Perhaps when I was young I was a boy

But no mortal Man am I

                                You say you’ve had vision of wonderous things

                                                Premonitions of a me yet to be

                And yet when I tell you that I’m not that thing

                                You scoff, and choose to refute me

It is said that from the fruit, you can tell the tree

                So let me tell of the fruit I see

                                One is a tree

                                Tall and wonderous

                                                Whose boughs are many, high and low

                                A strong, sturdy thing, that one could climb

                                                That’s fruit is soft and sweet

                The other I see is withered and foul

                Set amidst a mire

It’s fruit is rotted and vulgar, the breeding place of flies                                 Terrible thing

                                                And yet many flock, proclaiming truth

                                Because good things must hurt

You ask me of how I feel                 And at this question I weep For often, when we speaking

                I am saddened

For no matter how eloquently or simply I try and put my truth

                You will not listen to me

You do not, you can not, you will not see

                                That wonderous thing that really is me

                Wishing and wishing and wasting away

                                For a person who has not existed

                For over six long years

You do not see, how when I am called Sister

                                                                                     She

                                                                                                Women

                                                                                                                Tel

                                                                                                                                (For Teleril is rather a mouthful)

How my heart…

No, my heart cannot sing, tis muscle and valves, and nothing more

                Pushing that vital liquid life fire through

                The vessel that is me

                                A most important and necessary organ (make no mistake!)

But not one that can sing

But my soul

                It burns the brighter then,

                It sings a song that I can See

                                                     And Feel

                                                   And Touch

                                                   And Taste

                                                    And Hear

A Praise to the God that gave it Life

A Hymn the the One above us all

The One with whom resides alone

The true power to Create

That only perhaps, by standing many together

With singular intent

Can we attempt to emulate                                 You say you’ve had visions father As if I’ve not had the same!                 I’ve seen the truth of my being

I know what I am saying!

I am no fool, no little boy, pretending at being in play                 I am a Women!

                I Am No Man!

I wish you would listen

I wish you would listen!

God! How I wish you would listen! Why will you not listen!             Why will you not behold my speech?             Why do you deafen your ears to what your daughter is saying!

Because I will never be

Not to you You wish for one who has not been

For many long years now You sit in your garden Pretend it’s a stable

            Eat your feast

            Pretend it is thistles                         You will not believe

                        In the Nature of things

                                    And so you will not listen

You will never see this

You can never see this

            Not unless I am dead             I fear it would destroy you

                        Or else it would do me

I do not wish for that I wish you to see it as beautiful

To perceive as I perceive

With eyes unclouded by veil of deception

Or cloud of mistrust

The beauty

That I am Trans

I love you father And I am saddened

[bandgie]

Hate You So

prince!bangchan x fem!reader

MDNI 18+, fantasy au, enemies-to-lovers (kinda), oral (f!), cum swapping, brief overstim (f!), biting, brief thigh humping

ask here! notes: I am not taking requests, however, I am interested in this one with my own version ofc

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There is never a dull moment with Prince Chan. His words are belittling, his eyes are full of scorn when he looks at you in all his ruthless beauty. Sometimes you wish you could ignore his piercing gaze, but he bores his eyes into the back of your head so harshly you feel it burning.

Even without his hatred, it would be hard to turn away from him. With full lips, plump cheeks, and strong nose, it really is hard to think of him as anything below attractive. Still, you know better than to approach him unless you wish to cry yourself to sleep that night.

A masked ball is the perfect opportunity for you to slip away. Pretend to be someone you're not, or perhaps it's to show your true self behind a false face. Not that it matters. A night like this allows you to put the puzzling hatred the prince has for you far behind your mind.

Drink after drink, spin after spin and you find yourself in the arms of the Viscount Felix. You can tell it's him from the way he adorns himself in jewelry, his hair the color of the sun itself. His deep blue robe stitched with silver treading in layers. It must be difficult to dance in heavy clothes, but he twirls you in his arms easily.

"Ah, isn't it the beautiful Duchess," he regards you with a sly smirk. His eyes peek out from his silver mask underneath.

You narrow your eyes, though you doubt he can see much of your facial expressions from your black mask. "How did you know?" To this, Felix's smirk widens to a smile. "Even behind such a clever guise, your charm seeps through the fabric."

You mock the sound of laughter. "Is this a trick of flattery to get my hand in marriage? To help you rise higher than a Viscount?"

Felix's eyes gleam with mischief. "You think too highly of yourself, dear Duchess. I simply wish to lay in your bed."

Now you laugh. Your voice is swallowed from the sounds of heels clicking on the ground and loud chatter. The two of you dance steadily despite the liquor running in your veins. Felix is careful not to spin you too fast or dip you too low. He may speak vulgar, but he is every bit gentleman in every other way.

"I think I'd like that very much, if I'm to be truthful," you say once you're swaying evenly in his hold. "I can't recall the last time I've been properly loved." Felix makes a sound of understanding, eyes darting to the people around you.

It's improper of you to speak in such a way. You are of high status, and talking like this not only in public, but to someone of lower ranking is foolish. Still, it's this potty mouth that gives you and Felix such a close bond. The fact that you can speak freely without judgment.

Chris does not share your sentiment.

He can hear your crass words from where he dances with his own partner. It sickens him to know that you openly express lustful desires, but it disturbs him even more that he finds himself jealous.

His partner is speaking, but he doesn't pay attention to any words she says. He strains his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation with you and the brightly hair-colored Viscount.

"Is that so?" Chris hears the deep voice of the man dancing with you. "Sounds like that is quite the problem. Has no one caught your eye? Do you think no one is worthy of seeing your wholeness?"

You react as if you tire of your dancing partner, rolling your eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. The person I have my eye on would rather see me burn, that's all." The smile on your lips falter. Despite his better self, Chris wonders who would turn down such an opportunity to spend a night with you. What a foolish man.

"And pry tell, who is this person?" Felix speaks as though he read Chris's mind.

"The Prince."

Ah, that makes sense. Chris can't count the amount of times he's upset you, the times he's spewed swears cruel enough to make your eyes water. He brushed it off as you being too sensitive, too emotional. But he knows deep down, it's so he doesn't get close to you.

Felix's eyes widen and his jaw drops. He looks at you with alarm, and some fear, then he hisses under his breath. "I am not one to tell you what to do and how to speak, but I highly suggest you refrain from speaking ill about the royal blood in their own castle."

He has a point, it's treason to speak how you are now. But the alcohol makes not only your thoughts, but your words careless. "So then tell me, what do you suggest? I tire of my lonely state. I think I'm up for any suggestions you have."

Before Felix answers, his eyes dance around the room one last time to spot any itching ears. Chris, despite being a prince, turns his head to finally acknowledge his partner and try to pick up on the conversation. Once Felix determines there are no listeners, he says, "Perhaps you should lure the prince into your sheets. You say you want love, but I argue hate is a much more fun way to spend the night."

A wicked smile finds its way to Felix's lips that you can't help but match. "Now look who's speaking ill" you say. "Plus, that's a terrible idea. I will regret it in the morning."

To this, Felix shrugs. "Then let him make sweet hate to you past sunrise."

☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎

Chris should know his luck is thin. Only the universe would have him push you away so much so only for you to want him with the same intensity. It mocks him even now as you stand outside of his chambers when he wanted to get away from you as far as possible.

"Did you follow me here?" He questions you with authority. You swoop into a deep curtsy and bow your head, "Yes, your majesty."

You don't have to look up to know he's sneering at you, lips pulled back into a snarl. Felix, along with the bitter alcohol, gave you too much confidence. Sure you may not be of low status, but standing before a prince unnerves you.

Especially when you followed him with intentions.

"If you want me to ask why, you will be disappointed. Leave me." Chris looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to take those steps back. You never do, however, but instead pick your head up and stride deeper into his room, shutting the door.

His eyebrows furrow and a blush crawls its way up his neck. Chris tries to mask his surprise with anger. "Stupid wrench. Can you not listen to simple instructions?" His eyes that are filled with anger slowly dissipates when he sees you reel back at his words.

You fiddle with your hands nervously and you suddenly feel as though you cannot do this at all. How are you, a duchess, supposed to ensnare a prince who hates you so? Doubt clogs your mind, but you are already here. It would be far too shameful to turn away without even trying.

"Why do you hate me so?" That's not what you were supposed to say. You were supposed to sound flirtatious, experienced. Instead, you're meek and quiet. For a moment you doubt the prince even heard you, but the disheartened look in his eyes says otherwise.

He sighs, running his jeweled fingers in his brown hair. A prince is to never be vulnerable, to show weakness in fear of exploitation. In the presence of your teary eyes, however, none of that seems to matter.

Chris takes a deep breath, "I hate you for many things."

Your jaw drops. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. A foolish part of you thought maybe it was a misunderstanding, but there's no time to reply when the prince carries on.

"I hate that I think about you every hour of everyday. I hate that you live freely while I have to act accordingly." He takes a step to you. "I hate how you look at me with those hidden eyes. I hate it even more that I know it's you underneath that plain mask." Chris is close enough to reach for your face and he does just that. Gentle fingers undo the knot that keeps your mask on and he lets it fall to the ground.

"I hate that I know your voice, that I ache to hear it. I hate that I know in which way you walk, should you be in my castle." His fingertips ghost over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I hate that I dream of you and I hate when I wake from those dreams."

Chris traces the outline of your lips, watching how your tongue darts out to taste his fingers. He shudders.

"Worst of all," he leans close to your face, a kiss away from you. "I hate that it's only for one night that I will be yours."

You don't kiss him back at first. You can't even register his plush lips on yours. How they move steadily, sickly sweet. The prince tastes faintly of alcohol, but not enough to overpower his kiss. You come back to when his hands find your waist, pressing you closer to his warm body.

A part of you thinks maybe this is a test. That when you begin moving your mouth with his, he'd pull away and laugh. Chris doesn't do that though and instead groans against your lips when you finally reciprocate.

Shaky hands find their way to his styled hair, tugging on his curls to bring him closer. It doesn't take long before you're both chest to chest, one of his legs between yours as you stand, and breathing into each other's mouths. His kiss is bruising, filled with the overwhelming desire he claims to hate.

Chris nips on your lower lip, pulling it back harshly to hear you whimper. Then he kisses you again, messily sliding his tongue against yours. His lips travel down your cheek, your jawline, to your neck. You shiver at his warm tongue tasting your skin, hips rocking on his thigh.

The grip on your waist only tightens to keep pressure on you grinding on him. You feel him smile against your throat. "Humping me like a little bunny, aren't you?" He lifts his head to whisper in your ear, biting your earlobe. "Is my leg enough to satiate your lust?"

You shake your head, "N-no. It's not, my prince." Chris rewards your honesty by moving his hands from your waist. He lifts the many layers of your dress in bunches, holding them above your hips. You take the hint and grasp them in your own fingers, watching him descend lower...

...and lower... ...and lower...

The prince kneels before you, facing your core. You gasp, and despite dreaming about this with your hand underneath your nightgown, it's still an unbelievable sight. No royal blood is to kneel before another, let alone you of lower ranking.

"Prince Christopher!" You sound slightly panicked. "You mustn't! To kneel before...not even that! You must have drunken one too many glasses. I shouldn't have-"

You cut yourself off with a yelp. You feel Chris's teeth dig into the soft flesh of your thighs. He does it hard enough to see his teeth imprints when he pulls back. "You think of me drunk," he says it with accusation. "But how could I be drunk off wine when I could be drunk off this instead?"

Though you can't see him from the frills of the many layers of your dress, it helps ease your nerves when he hooks his finger under your panties. Your hips jolt when the cold air hits your bare cunt, but his warm breath quickly replaces it.

Chris trails kisses just next to your core, his hands planted on each thigh. His fingers makes shapeless figures, dancing closer to where you throb just before pulling away. It's bearable it first, his teasing. But then you start to feel yourself dripping, arousal seeping from your folds. His lips ghost over your clit, moving to the next thigh.

You tremble, trying to move your hips so his mouth catches your pussy. You're met with a chuckle, deep and quiet. It makes you more impatient, whining. "My prince please. I cannot bear it."

The prince pulls away from you completely, leaning back to look up at you. He looks silly beneath where you stand. His mouth red and curls messy from your earlier tugging, but his wet lips are frowning. "Are you, a duchess, telling me, a prince, what to do?"

Shit, you got too comfortable. "Of course not," your voice wavers. From fear or lust, you're not sure. "I didn't mean to offend you, I just-"

"You're quite the nervous talker, aren't you?" Chris's once pouting lips turn into a smirk. His observation makes you blush, though you're sure your face was already a deep shade of red since the beginning.

He smiles at your reaction, teeth gleaming in the candlelit room. "No need to fret, pretty duchess. I told you that tonight I am yours. If my mouth on you is what you desire, then so be it."

You watch as Chris dives forward to the empty space between your legs. His tongue darts out to taste you directly, going under your lower lips to collect your arousal. The warmth from his mouth makes you squeal, but his hands move to the back of your thighs to keep you in place.

It's hot, wet, and a little rough when he licks you. He trails his tongue upwards to rub soft circles on your nub before dipping back down. Chris moves his hands higher until they're under your hiked dress, gripping your arse. His fingers kneed into your soft flesh, forcing you deeper into his mouth.

There's a guttural moan that leaves him, sending waves through your cunt. Chris opts to suck on your flesh, pulling it only to let it go with a wet 'pop!' The sensation makes you shiver, legs buckling for a second before you regain your composure.

"This is..." the prince trails off. He buries his nose on your clit, sticking his tongue out to prod at your entrance. There's no doubt that the evidence of your shame is dripping from his chin, but he acts as though he doesn't mind. He hardly cares how your legs squeeze and how the hair on your pelvis tickles his face when he painfully pushes his face deeper into you.

This is divine.

You want nothing more than to grind on his face, hump on his tongue like the bunny he said you are. But your legs shake so much, your knees lock so often you see your vision go black for seconds. Finishing on the prince's face is something you could have only dreamt of. Yet here he is, seeming to eagerly coax a release from you. Surely he must be flushed himself, straining painfully in his trousers.

"P-Prince Christopher I- oh~ I'm so close. Do you want me to...should I..."

It's difficult to finish your sentence when you're so close to finishing in his warm mouth. You want to taste him how he's doing to you, you want to feel how his length would stretch you out. He must feel the same way, he has to.

But he only shakes his head with your pussy still in his mouth. "You should cum," he says breathlessly. "Let me taste this, drink you in. I've never had a cunt as pretty as yours."

Hot kisses rapidly peck on your clit. The prince spits messily on your already wet core, but he quickly spreads it all over your lips. Chris moves you up and down by your ass, encouraging you to ride his face. The idea of hesitating and passing the opportunity is behind you. You feel as though you might crush his head with the force of your legs, but he takes it all.

It makes sense why you're moaning, writhing under the tongue of the prince. But it makes you wonder why he's so loud himself. Groaning at your taste and whining when your hips shy away from his relentless mouth. You can hear him mumble mostly to himself. Mindlessly babbling soft words of praises.

"So good." "Pretty pussy." "Fuck. Ride my tongue, just like that."

Maybe he's trying to help get you to your high, but it makes you distantly wonder, nonetheless.

You whimper at the feeling of pleasure building in your stomach. It bundles and quivers until you drop the hem of your dress to reach down and grip Chris by the hair. He ignores how the layers surround him like blankets. You feel him gasp against your pussy when you slide your cunt up and down his face.

"S-sorry," you apologize pathetically. "Close. Wanna cum- fuck! wanna cum. Please forgive me." You mewl more apologies before vibrating with pleasure. Chris can't protest as you finish on his tongue, and he seems to rather like it with the way his blunt fingernails stab into the skin of your bottom.

You keep him there on your cunt as your body trembles with aftershocks from your orgasm. The prince obediently licks you throughout it all, collection your cream before loudly gulping it down. Your shaky hands finally release him from your grip, but Chris is persistent on giving your quivering clit final kisses.

Even if you try to move your hips from his mouth, he keeps you in place. "Your majesty," you struggle to find your voice from how much you were moaning. "Please. It's so sensitive."

He licks a fat stripe along your pussy to hear you cry out one final time. "You ask for me to taste you. You practically beg for me to let you finish on my tongue and when I do, you tell me to stop. Tell me, duchess, what is it that you want from me exactly?"

It's a simple question that has a simple answer, yet, saying it would bring complicated issues you know neither of you are able to face.

You. The word is on the tip of your tongue, but you settle for saying, "T-to please you, if you'll have me." It's close enough to what you actually want.

Chris finally brings himself to his feet, reaching for your fallen mask on his way up. He hands you the fabric, but you're so distracted with his face that you gasp.

He's soaked in your juices, his face glistens in the rising moonlight coming from his window. It's almost offensive to look at, reminding you of how you lost yourself so easily.

The prince only smiles at your words, your shocked expression. "Don't worry about my pleasure, pretty duchess." He leans in to kiss you, eyes fluttering closed upon impact. You can taste yourself on him, the bitter flavor settling on your tongue and invading your senses. It brings a new wave of desire, of an aching want.

"There," he gives you a dazzling smile when he pulls away. A string of saliva mixed with your arousal connect your lips. "Have a taste of yourself instead."

[pearl-tarotist]

🌸 Messages from your future spouse 🌸

{I have not touched my tarot cards in weeks but lately I have had an urge to make this Pac}. Your future spouse wants to communicate with you about something.

PILE 1

Honey,

I have finally done it...I have surpassed the obstacles and I have reached my goals, but I find myself with palms full of time. The hours that I used to work on them have fallen over me like a weight. What must I do now?

I am content and happy due to my victory but also tired, so I need to rest and recover some energy...but between rests and naps, I can just think of you, my dear future spouse. I can just think about having someone that I can hold in my hands... instead of this void and meaningless empty hand. Something is awaking on me, the need to have someone that I could take care of, someone that I could spend my time with. I have suddenly been dreaming about you...not you as someone with bones and skin but fantasizing about your laugh and your warmness and the softness of your skin when sleeping in the same bed. At my side. I want that close intimacy that one can just get when falling in love.

I have changed because now I want you ...does it sound bad? The idea that I did not want you before? I'm sorry, I don't think I was even aware of this void inside of me while working. I don't know... I just want to hold you and not let you go. I want to kiss your hand and hold your face against my chest... can you listen to my heartbeat?

I am just so ready for this new adventure...not even and adventure if I am being honest. I am just ready for you...and eager too. From one day to other all my focus has changed to your needs. I am ready not just for a relationship but for a life companion...I am ready to bathe you in tenderness and love.

God, I want to fall in love with you so much. Please, come soon. I am waiting for you. Excuse my eagerness and my selfishness but, have you been feeling our connection lately or have you been thinking about me too? Do not say you have not or you will break my heart.

Eagerly waiting for you,

Comments: this man/woman woke up once with an extreme need on their chest. They are full of love and they are waiting for you. I guess this is what they wanted to tell you, that they are ready to commit and take care of you. Some of them want to call you baby, honey, darling, mi amor, amore mio...all type of petnames, but overall they want to pronounce your name so badly but they are unaware of it. They miss you already 😭. I could have keep writing about their feeling for the next 3 days because their feeling are intense but I cannot do that or...should I?

Temperance/ 9 of wands/ 7 of Cups / Wheel of fortune/ 4-3 of wands

PILE 2

I'm confident in us. I have enough trust in the world to know that I will find you, that they will put someone as perfect as you for me. I believe that the world will help us and will put us in the same path and even if they do not...I will search for you. For someone as graceful, nurturing and beautiful as you are.

Lately, things have been going well, I have found some sense of peace and harmony inside of me...I am ready for new adventures, for new people and a new love, that's you bb, ;). I am in an ambitious mode, it feels as if I had the energy to fight against dragons and monsters just to get to you, my princess and my queen. (your fs could call you a princess but see you as a queen).

I do not want to lie, you could think I am a bit of a playboy first as my jokes and flirting could be unoriginal or predictable but I just want you so much that I become of one of those stereotyped knights, just to get to you. What can I do to earn your interest? In those movies the knights were doing incredible conquests, saving kingdoms, being so flirty and sarcastic that the queen can just laugh about it... I want us to became those fantastic and romantic stories, wouldn't you like it?

I mean...you are just like a queen. You are nurturing, clever, beautiful, intuitive...It feels as if you could see everything about me at just one glance with those beautiful eyes of yours and I feel so...naked and seen. Sometimes, I think I'm just not enough so I just want to keep entertaining you with these quests even when it looks dumb from outside. Is it bad that I want you to just keep your attention on me?

I'm persistent, sarcastic and not scared to speak my mind...what a bad combination. I am just lucky and in love with you so much to hope that it is enough.

Always yours to serve you,

The Star/ Knight of Wands/ Queen of cups/pentacles /Knight of Cups/ Strength

PILE 3

From outside it seems that I have everything, as if my life was perfect...I am self-sufficient, I have people to dine with, people to dance with, friends that I can call and family that I spend time with but...I'm not that confident.

Inside of me, I have this recurrent doubt and insecurity....I am still young, I am still learning...I don't want to keep myself into the jail of the known. It seems foolish to some to change my lifestyle and comfortable routine when for some it is to everything they aspire to in life, but is it really that good?

I don't know if the people I involve myself with are the best. Are they trustworthy? Generous? Good people? I don't know.

That's why I think about you, my little ghost, you are present with me when I think about the future. I know we will be good to each other, we both will be young, we will learn about everything with time, patience and love. I have no doubts that we will grow wealthy, healthy and clever.

I think I am allowed to dream when I feel so much for us. Isn't it good that we will grow together and stablish our own bases? We won't copy others, we will be irreversibly us. And that's why I appreciate you so much.

I love you, take care.

10 of Wands/ 9 of Swords/The Moon/ page and knight of pentacles

This reading belongs to @pearl-tarotist.

[pedropascallme]

Your fics about professor Damien were sooooo hot!! I'm def gonna need more of him. Can you imagine how hot it would be for him to come home and let off some steam on the reader bc he's had a hard day either teaching or at work at Smosh 🤭

Take Me Home

Pairing: professor!Damien x f!Reader

Summary: "His house was as you’d expected it to be—like his office, but bigger; dark wooden furniture and books stacked high. It was cozy, warm, and it smelled like him. You liked seeing him in his office, but you decided as soon as you crossed the threshold that this setting suited him much more. He seemed more relaxed, more at—well, more at home."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) implied age gap (Damien is his actual current age, reader is 20-22), student/teacher relationship, mild dom/sub dynamics, p in v sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), biting, praise, dirty talk, spanking (blink and you'll miss it), Damien is a thigh man don't even try to deny it, uuuuh Dames bein' a big ol' softy. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: I...I write porn. But even I surprise myself, sometimes. Sorry that this took so long!! Can be read as a follow up to Office Hours or as a stand alone!!

You were already in his office when he came in. He looked flustered, the round of his cheeks somewhat rosy, with his jacket over his arm, bag in hand, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

“Professor,” you walked around the front of his desk, waiting for him to close the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck, “how was class?”

Dr. Haas dropped his jacket and bag where he stood, quick to bring his arms around you and pull you flush against him. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled into the exposed skin of your neck, and you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Long day?”

“They get longer and longer the closer I get to my review.” He squeezed your sides gently and you smiled softly at nothing before he raised his head to kiss your cheek. “I haven’t been this stressed since I gave my dissertation.”

“Who would’ve thought a professor would be more burnt out than his students?” You teased, and it landed harshly against him. He cringed.

“Is it noticeable?”

“Hm?”

“Am I…am I losing my charm?” He kept his question lighthearted, but you could see the anxiety rise in his face.

“You always do it for me.”

“No—well, good, but—” he stuttered, amused, “but, I mean, do you think it shows in my teaching? That I’m a nervous wreck?”

“No,” you put some distance between your bodies, unwinding your arms from around him to undo his tie, “I think you continue to prove yourself day in and day out.”

He leaned into your touch, letting you slide his tie off of his neck before he grabbed at your wrists with both hands. “Not now.”

“Why not?” You felt a bit wounded, not used to rejection on his part—or on yours. You were insatiable for each other, had been since you first started this secret rendezvous. You tried to hide your disappointment, focusing on the feel of his thumb as it stroked over the back of your hand.

“Don’t gimme that look, c’mon,” he released your hands and placed his own on your waist, “I meant not here. Not not at all.” You straightened, meeting his gaze, and you could tell his words were as shocking to him as they were to you.

“Are you inviting me home, sir?” You purred, your confidence returning in large waves now as you found yourself fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“Would you like to come home with me, baby?” His demeanor changed into the one you were more used to; no longer the downcast, stressed-out man who had walked into his office after a long day, but the clever, smooth talking one who had you begging and drooling over his desk not even two full days ago.

“If you’ll have me.”

~~~

His house was as you’d expected it to be—like his office, but bigger; dark wooden furniture and books stacked high. It was cozy, welcoming, and it smelled like him. You liked seeing him in his office, but you decided as soon as he opened the door that this setting suited him much more. He seemed more relaxed, more…well, more at home.

“I’m sorry it’s so messy.” He shrugged off his jacket while you took in the new surroundings.

“You should see my place,” you joked back, “less books, but much messier than this.” You smiled at each other, “You’ll see it sometime.”

“I hope to.” He reached into the front hall closet for a hanger to place his coat on before closing it and finding his place next to you in the living room. “Um—this isn’t…I hope this isn’t too much.”

It took you by surprise; not the anxious questioning of your boundaries, but the fact that he would think this was overwhelming to you somehow—and maybe it was, a little, but definitely not in any negative way. “It's not,” you brushed your fingers over his cheek, “I like this.” You pushed his bangs out of his face, and he closed his eyes. “I like you, Professor.”

“I like you, too.” He breathed, and when he opened his eyes, you were already smiling at him. He returned the gesture, and his hands once again found your waist. “You could call me Damien, you know.”

“I’ll think about it.” You teased, then looked up at him, waiting for him to continue his train of thought.

“I guess I just—I don’t know, really. I feel bad that I’ve been so swamped, and then this fucking tenure thing…I don’t want you to think I’m losing interest, or anything.”

You took a step closer toward him, both hands holding the collar of his shirt. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you mumbled, your eyes now focused on how he nervously bit his bottom lip, “I’m sorry it’s making you so nervous.”

“You make me nervous,” he laughed, “too perfect for my own good. The review I can handle. You, on the other hand—” he picked you up in a fluid motion, holding you bridal style in the middle of the living room, “Smart girl, teasing me in class when you know I’ve got so much on my plate.”

You laughed, throwing your head back and giving him ample space to trail kisses over your neck. “Not my fault that you make it so easy, Professor. Maybe you should just stop calling on me.” You giggled at the way his stubble dragged across the ticklish spots on your neck.

“Nope,” he pulled himself up from the crook of your neck, looking down at you, “I like seeing you act so confident when you know exactly what’s coming once I get you alone.”

Your fingers traced his collar bone, “Is that why you wanted to take me home?” You dipped your hand under the unbuttoned portion of his shirt, enjoying the warmth he radiated. “Wanted to really give it to me?” You grinned up at him, and watched him try to suppress a groan.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?” His voice was low and came out almost a whisper.

“I’d like to keep playing it, too,” you mused, flashing him a face of faux innocence, “Will you show me the bedroom, Professor?”

Dr. Haas let out an amused huff, before walking you towards the back of the house and into his bedroom. He dropped you on the black comforter of his bed, and you laughed, bouncing slightly on impact.

“It’s comfy,” You spread your arms out over your head and let yourself relish the feeling of the soft linens. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping on this every night,” the words came out before you could consider the implication, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“I wouldn’t mind you sleeping on it every night, either,” He smiled, leaning over you, and undoing the clasp of your pants. You squirmed, moving your hips up to allow him to peel the denim off your legs. He threw your jeans on a chair in the corner, kissing the inside of your thighs and sucking small purple bruises into the flesh. “Should’ve taken you home sooner,” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

You let out a contented yelp when he sunk his teeth into your upper thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “You like that?” He smiled, and did it again, drawing the same response for you, your hand tangling in his hair and tugging softly.

“Please, sir,” whines fell from your mouth despite the fact that he had yet to really, truly touch you the way you needed him to. You hoped your pleas would urge him to give you what you wanted.

“Mm,” He hummed, and you felt the vibrations through the mattress, “You’ve been disruptive, and I’ve been stressed,” another nip at your thigh made you tighten your grip on his hair, “Don’t you think it’s time I had my way, baby?”

You moaned, leaning your head back against the mattress and letting him continue his ministrations. You liked him like this; needy but domineering—it was the perfect balance. He worshipped you, took his time and made sure you got everything you wanted while keeping you in your place and ensuring you stayed obedient.

You loved it. And he knew that.

He spent what felt like hours kneading at your thighs, peppering kisses and sucking dark purple spots over them, giving you a soft smack when you tried to get him to focus his attention elsewhere. You finally felt his hands trail up your waist, his fingers hooking the waistband of your panties.

“Finally being patient for me,” he spoke, pulling down the fabric separating him from your heat and watching himself slide it down your legs. You felt cold air against your core, your slick clinging to your thighs, and you heard him let out a filthy sound at the mere sight of it. “See what it gets you?”

You mumbled a quiet affirmative before he dove into you, lapping at the mess he’d had you create and groaning into you at the taste; you arched your back, finally satisfied after waiting so long—like an itch finally being scratched, but oh, so much better. With one arm at his side supporting his weight, he brought a hand to your mouth, and you opened for him without hesitation, sucking gently on his fingers and coating them in your spit. He let you continue for a while before taking them out of your mouth and bringing them down to your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the swollen bud. You let out a high-pitched moan, hand coming down to grip at his wrist, and he removed his fingers from you.

You squirmed, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to return to you. “No, don't—more, please. Need more, sir.”

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” His voice was darker than you’d ever heard it before, and you realized then that this was his stress relief—and it filled you with pride, that the way he blew off steam was worshipping at the shrine of you, taking his time to watch you unravel and making you go completely stupid for him. You did as you were told, folding your arms over your stomach, and watching as he spit on your clit. He rubbed the moisture of his saliva into your skin, then began tracing his fingers around your entrance. You mewled, lifting your hips in the hopes that he would do what he was threatening to, and you found yourself well-pleased when you felt two of his thick fingers plunge into you. You moaned, unable to help the way you began to rock your hips against the digits.

“Eager,” he mocked you, pushing his fingers in deeper and brushing your most sensitive spot. You gasped and continued to push your hips against is hand, stopping only when you felt his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue flicking against it in rhythm with the fingers he had moving in and out of you.

“Oh, fuck, like that!” You disregarded his earlier rule and let your hands wander, one finding the peak of your hardened nipple and the other fisting his hair, urging him to continue, to let you see the finish line. He moaned against you, and the vibrations against your clit combined with the tips of his fingers pressing against your g-spot made you yell out. Your thighs clamped around his head, and he moaned into you again, bringing you rapidly to your climax.

He reached under your leg, pulling it the opposite direction from him to give him room to breathe. “That’s it,” he kept his fingers deep inside you, letting them continue, despite their stillness, to bump the spongey erogenous area with every one of your blissed-out tremors. “So pretty, all on display for me like this.” He pulled his fingers out, kissing your entrance sloppily and letting your slick coat the bottom half of his face.

“For you,” you managed to whisper, and he pulled himself up to your level on the mattress. His lips landed on yours; a slow, gentle kiss balanced out the absolute filth he had been whispering to you and the indelicate way he had handled you.

“That’s right.” He broke from you, leaving you nose to nose. “Feel good?”

“Mhm.” You smiled, puckering your lips to get him to kiss you again, and he did, happily.

“Too tired for more?”

“Never.” Your limbs felt simultaneously light and heavy, but you wouldn’t skip out on an opportunity to have all of him in a real bed rather than the wooden desk in his office. He rolled over with you in his arms, letting you lie on top of him. You sat up, straddling him, to take off your shirt, and he felt almost embarrassed for how he ogled you. Even after several weeks of having you like this, he couldn’t get used to how beautiful you were—especially now, in his bed, without having to care about who might hear on the other side of a thin office door.

You removed yourself from his lap, scooching down to rest between his legs, feeling that it was only fair that you return the favor of the bliss he had just offered you. You got as far as unbuttoning his pants before he interrupted.

“Don’t have to, baby.”

“Want to,” you responded, now undoing his zipper.

“But I w—Jesus Christ,” his attempt at chivalrous dissent was cut short when you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, his arm falling over his eyes when you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue in quick circles.

You bobbed up and down, eager to show him how grateful you were for the pleasure he had just provided you—how grateful you were to be the one here with him. Your hand came to rest on his stomach; fingers ever so slightly curled against the fabric of the shirt he still wore, rising slowly with his breathing, proud when you pulled a whine from him as your other hand reached lower to squeeze gently at his balls and you were able to properly fit him down your throat, gagging only slightly at the pressure you felt because of it.

When you came up for air, hazy with lust and drooling, he reached out to cup your cheek. “Pretty girl,” he analyzed your features; your swollen lips, your teary eyes, the sweaty hair matted to your forehead. It was the perfect respite after the week he’d had. “Come.” He patted his thigh lazily, and you clambered to straddle him once again. You dragged yourself over his length, now messy with your spit mingling with the wet between your legs, and you let out a whimper when you felt the warmth of him so close to where you wanted it. You rocked your hips steadily over him, leaning forward with your hands on his chest, undoing another button, and Dr. Haas grinned at you.

“Good girl,” his hands moved to your waist, guiding you over him. “Think you can take it like this?” He was goading you, knowing that you wanted nothing more than to feel the stretch of him inside of you while you rode him; the feeling of being slightly in control countered by the fact that he remained clothed and got to admire your naked form fucking yourself on his cock.

“Please,” you stared down at him, and he raised an eyebrow, waiting. “Please, sir.” You smiled, a devious look of desire, and lifted your hips off of him just enough for you to reach down and take him in your hand. You guided yourself over him, letting the tip nudge your folds before you began to sink down. You let out a hiss in unison with him as you rolled your hips, encouraging him to push deeper, and when he bottomed out you stayed still for a moment, both looking at each other and breathing heavily.

His hands brushed over your sides, up and down; he would near your breasts enough to feel the swell of them against his thumb before his palms slid back down against your hips. The soothing motion motivated you to move slowly, hips swaying back and forth over him, and you moaned when you felt him finally palm at your chest; gentle squeezes of the soft flesh followed by harder pinches of your nipple, rolling the pearled bud between his thumb and forefinger while he watched you on top of him. You used one hand to keep your hair out of your face, the other falling over the back of his hand as he squeezed your breast.

You grew impatient with your own slow ministrations. Moving your knees up to cage his broad chest, you allowed yourself the space to bounce up and down more freely, and the improvement of the angle was apparent to both of you: you watched his head fall back, hooded eyes watching you take him, in and out, his mouth open, and he was the perfect audience for the soft moans leaving your throat. Your hands were still pressed firmly on his chest, and the more you moved, the stronger the burn in your legs. You felt him wrap an arm around you, a silent reassurance that you were ok to let him take over, and you let him pull you against him, his hips snapping up into you, replacing your movements.

“That’s it,” he growled against your temple, his body pushing your own up with every thrust, and you clung to him to ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. “So good, baby. Just need me to do it for you?”

You made a sound that was meant to be a flirty, snide retort, but it came out as more of a mangled cry of fulfillment when you felt his hands squeezing the curve of your ass, guiding you in time with his thrusts.

“I know,” he purred, watching you come undone for him. He sped up for a moment, before slowing to a torturously unhurried pace; he repeated this change several times, getting as much pleasure from it as he did from the way he could feel you go slack jawed on his chest, the drool that trailed from your mouth saturating the shoulder of his shirt in combination with his sweat. “Want you to cum again, baby.” He whispered, rolling his hips and pushing you down against him to ensure you took everything he gave you.

You let out a string of pitiful moans—yes, sir! Want to cum for you, sir! Please!—when he finally picked a consistent pace to fuck you; he was fast, now, and determined to watch you cum like this, riding him in the comfort of a bed instead of bending you over a desk or a chair. He wanted to see how pretty you looked when you were comfortable, uninhibited.

You pushed yourself up, wiping your spit from your cheek, completely lost in the way he was making you feel. You moved with him, hips bouncing against him as best you could manage while he pounded into you, and you could feel your eyes roll back at the intensity that was being so full of him. Your walls clenched around his cock, nearing your high, and he noticed, taking it as a sign to use you to the fullest extent—make you feel better than you ever had. His hand found its way between your bodies, careful not to disturb the rhythm of his thrusts, and began massaging your clit. You felt electric, like small jolts were passing through your body by way of him, and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting fucked like this if you tried.

The head of his cock pushed deeper, and, combined with the circles he drew on your clit, the feeling made you collapse onto him, cunt squeezing around him, body shaking with delight, and admiration for the man fucking you stupid. You screamed out, unafraid to make it known how much you enjoyed the way he had gotten you to cum now that you knew nobody else was around to question your cries of pleasure.

“Fu—ck! Yes, yesyesyes—Oh my god, Damien!” You came around him; and maybe it was because of the new position, or the new setting, or the fact that you genuinely had never found sex this enjoyable until he came along, but it felt earth-shatteringly wonderful. So good, so distracting, that you almost didn’t notice the sudden darkness of his eyes and the gravel in his voice.

“Say it again,” he breathed, low and urgent, “say my fucking name like that.” You heard him through your daze, and heeded his request, his name falling from your lips as if it was second nature. You were suddenly on your back, watching him push your legs into your chest while he pushed himself into you again and again, watching you bounce between him and the mattress. He was absolutely wild—all for you, for the way you acted, for the way you treated him, it was for you. And you delighted in the way he wrecked you, watching his hair fall into his eyes and his breathing become heavier.

“Cum in me.” You gripped his forearm while he continued to thrust into your sensitive cunt, feeling the way his muscles tensed when he tightened his grip on you. You watched him throw his head back at your words.

“Can’t—can’t fucking say that, baby, please—” He pleaded, unsure of whether or not you were genuine or just throwing caution to the wind in the throes of passion.

“Pill,” you managed to get out, his movements knocking the wind out of you, “Please, Damien.” His head fell forward, mouth open in focus before he bit his bottom lip and groaned, experiencing not only the delectation of his high, but the perfection of experiencing it while still inside your warmth, releasing any pent-up energy and stress along with his climax. He moaned out your name, along with various profanities, and calls of good girl and fucking perfect.

He stayed above you, panting, before slowly sliding out of you, and you whined at the sudden empty feeling. He fell onto the mattress, quickly moving to engulf you in his arms and scatter kisses across your face. You let out a tired hum, and then a small laugh when he repeatedly kissed your nose.

“So perfect,” he whispered, “So, so good. So perfect for me.” He whispered praises into the crown of your head, letting you melt into him while he ran his fingers up and down your back.  

“If this is what happens when you get stressed,” you mumbled against him, and he maneuvered himself to look down at you, “maybe you should go up for tenure review more often.” You smiled lazily up at him, and he grinned.

“God, I hope not,” he ran a hand through his hair, “but I promise this isn’t a one-off. Keep talking back to me in class, you’ll see.” You hummed against him happily, tired and completely fucked out.

“I like the name Damien,” your fingers traced shapes on the bare skin of his chest peeking out between the undone buttons, “Suits you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I like you.”

“I like you.” He echoed, and you looked up at him to find that his gaze was already on you. He leaned down to kiss you, a simple peck, but it felt so personal, despite its chaste nature, after what you’d just done.

There was a long, drawn out, comfortable silence, where you were able to just enjoy each other’s presence without having to rush to get dressed or get to class. Damien cleared his throat.

“So, um—” he sat up, “now that…do you—will you stay for dinner?” He beamed at you, “Please?” You laughed, pushing him down against the pillows, and he grabbed you to pull you down with him.

“Yeah,” you rested your forehead against his, “Yeah, I think I will.”

[beansprean]

Queening the Pawn Act 3 Part 9

Two layers of sepia flashback now? When will it end??

Acts 1-2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Series of flashbacks in sepia tone. Nandor stretching his arms out toward Guillermo, hissing in an attempt to be intimidating, while Guillermo shrugs in response, unaffected. Nandor and Guillermo sitting on either side of a chess board, Guillermo grinning happily as he moves a black knight and Nandor dropping his jaw in affront. Close up of Guillermo in a robe, glaring and dripping wet, as he drags a towel off his head. Guillermo standing in his vest and trenchcoat, stake in one hand and flashlight in another as he issues commands to someone behind him. Guillermo snorting and attempting to stifle a laugh as he stands at attention behind a sitting Nandor, Nandor glaring at him over his shoulder, embarrassed. Present Nandor's dialogue continues over the top: "He is always disrespecting me! He never lets me win at chess and is always undermining and disagreeing with me. We do not like all the same things and some of the things he likes are very stupid, but I do not tell him that. He is obstinate and petty and...and...and this new uppity attitude of his is very annoying."

2a. Flashbacks continue: Waist up of Guillermo in a cardigan, smiling mischievously as he gestures with two pointer fingers. Waist up of Guillermo in his vest and trenchcoat flaring behind him, eyes focused and serious on the viewer. Close up of Guillermo sleeping in his wedding outfit, head lolled forward on his chest and jacket pulled over him like a blanket, a crude penis drawn on his forehead. Waist up of Guillermo in his versace shirt grinning shyly at the viewer as he adjusts the gold watch on his wrist. Multiple faded shots of Nandor and Guillermo from the previous act, Guillermo practically sitting in his lap as they lean closer and closer. Present Nandor's dialogue continues: "Like, 'oh, I killed a few vampires and lived without you for a year and I didn't even miss you'. And now acting like he is so strong...and clever...and handsome...and selfless... And the thought of him leaving me is like a stake through my chest - stakes that he is always sharpening, by the way! And it is not as sexy as he thinks it is! Love is supposed to feel good! It is supposed to be easy; it is not supposed to hurt like this! And I... I..." 2b. Bursting into focus and out of the sepia is one last memory of Guillermo from Nandor's POV, hair disheveled, eyes red and tired but pulled wide and shining as he stares at the viewer in shock and awe, whispering, "You love me."

3a. Close up of Nandor back in the present on a mottled brown background, a bloom of white forming a halo behind his head. His hands pause on a lock of hair he had been anxiously tugging at - the same lock he had gripped in the final part of act 2. He stares into the distance as his eyes widen and shine with wonder, cheeks flushing purple. He says aloud, "I am...in love with Guillermo?" 3b. Repeat, smaller, as Nandor looks up and glares, flustered, at the crew offscreen, spluttering "Why are you exchanging currency? I'm having a big revelation over here!" /end ID

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: creature of mine

"Dunno why, but s'not working this time. M'not resssponding to it." Crowley's eyes flickered with something entirely unreadable. "I need a warm body." "I see." "Can't even use my fingers properly with these bloody claws. Still, feels better to have something warm, something moving." Aziraphale attempted to make sense of Crowley's words, his head pounding viciously. A warm body. "Would you like me to... hold you again?" Crowley smiled, open-mouthed and beastly. His fangs glistened in the darkness. "Need you to fuck me, angel." Or: Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

Length: 21,253 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Canon AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

*Minor Spoilers* Buckle in, it's long post time. I admit to bias in the length of this post because I love this author, but above all, my enjoyment of this story is so genuine and I am so proud to recommend that you all read it too. This was written for the sex pollen event that has been going on recently (so many more for me to read!) and it's one I knew was coming but didn't know too many details about. So when I woke up to the email that it was posted, I knew I was going to have such a good morning, and oooh boy did I.

Caught outside in the rain, Aziraphale steps briefly into an exotic plant shop to stay dry. When he spots a beautiful flowering snake plant, well, he's free from Heaven now and free to buy his friend a gift. And what a gift it will be when they realize that the plant's pollen contains the exact pheromones that trigger Crowley's snake desires. Even though I knew exactly where this was going, the actual journey was so intoxicating. When the effects first take hold, neither of them knows exactly what to do. Both are locked into shame and embarrassment over the situation, but the trust and protection they have for each other is sturdy. Crowley struggles with losing control and the pain of vulnerability, while Aziraphale tries desperately to deny his own wants and desires. He represses it all to protect Crowley. And isn't this just the most beautiful metaphor for their entire relationship? As always, they get there in the end. It's as heartwarming as it is sensual. I will never tire of them completely surrendering to each other.

The thing I always love most about this narrative style is how it blends poetry and smut. It will paint with gorgeous prose and then snap our attention back with its explicit language. It's thrilling to me and a shining example of how rich smut stories can be. I'm awed and horny! And I have to say, this was such a clever and interesting take on Crowley's snake body! Naga/Monster fuckers, this one needs to be made a priority for you. It was described in excellent detail but also depicted gorgeously by the included art! I've still got goosebumps over the third piece of included art! The color palette! The bodies!! The emotion! I'm in love. Both author and artist have a talent for making me feel so at home in my own body with their works. I just trust them implicitly, and they make it so easy to imagine how everything would feel to my own skin.

This is an at-home, after-dark read. It will have you sweating and squirming, but also in awe of their closeness and the trust they have in each other. How endless their devotion is. How beautiful this story is. But let's be real, I'm also thinking about how fun their next round with this plant could be now that they're on the same page. Next time, with the walls completely down, they are going to have the most pleasurable night of their life for the rest of their lives.

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

[reginaaxxwrites]

It Took Time (Fred Weasley)

This was been in my draft for months already. I decided to finally post it. This story contains 6.2k words. Enjoy!

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader (With a little bit George x Fem!Reader)

Warning: IT CONTAINS SMUT (Guys, I know this is the first time I released smut fanfiction. I just hope this one is good enough. I did not intend this story to have smut, but there you go. Enjoy your meal.)

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How do I start this?

I am madly in love with George Weasley. Yes, the famous George Weasley who always gets into trouble along with his brother, Fred Weasley. It was hard liking someone inside your circle of friends.

I tried not to be obvious about my feelings for him. I try to act casual because it's my way of controlling myself to burst my emotions when I'm with him. But sometimes I just can't help myself from showing him.

George would always sit beside me and talk about everything. Like his favorite spell or his memorable pranks. With every word he says, I can't help but get lost in it. I stare at him with dreamy eyes. And even if I get lost in his words, I still understand everything he said and it always piques my interest. I'll never get tired of his stories.

Unlike his brother, George seems to be more reserved. I don't know how to explain it but without Fred, he wouldn't be as chaotic as he is today. I guess they just complete each other.

"I think he fancies you," Angelina whispered beside me. I nudged her and rolled my eyes.

"I think not. Now, shut up and let me do homework." I continued to write on my parchment paper.

"Boringgg." She yawned.

I would be lying if I say I didn't think that he fancies me. I mean, it's possible. Or maybe I just like to assume things and feed my delusions. Because there are times he would flirt, but I don't know if that was intentional or if it's not.

"Damn you, Angelina." I glared at her. She looks confused as to why I cursed at her.

"I am mad. I really fancy him. And I can't do something about it." I buried myself on the table.

"Then confess to him. You'll never know until you initiate the move to tell him." She's right but what if I have been wrong all this time? That he simply just sees me as his friend.

George Weasley, why are you so hard to read?

"So... Any ideas how will you confess to him?" Angelina leaned on the table with a teasing smirk placed upon her lips.

"Shut it." I tried to ignore her but she was too clever to know it'll just keep bothering me and in the end, I would talk about it.

"Oh, I don't know, Angelina!" I slammed my quill and looked at her. I noticed that the Common Room went silent, so I looked around. They were all looking at me.

Okay, maybe I slam my quill too loud and too hard. I gave them my apology look and went on about what they were doing a while ago.

"Whoa, calm down, girl. You know I think it's unnecessary to confess--"

"But you just said a while ago?!" I am upset. Because it's been frustrating since then when I started to like him.

"I know. But listen to me. Everyone in this room knows you fancy him. Even his twin teases you about it. I'm sure George knows it too somehow. Maybe he just acts dumb because like you, he doesn't want to assume things."

"So, I should confess to him?"

"It's not like it's your obligation to do so. But if it's what you want. If it's the only way to stop you from overthinking then go. Take the risk or lose the chance, they say." Angelina smiled at me. She just knew the right thing to say.

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I'm scared.

As the day goes by, I intend to show that I like him. But I'm not sure if he can tell. I'm not good with words. Never was. I'm starting to stutter, I can't even look at his eyes when I talk to him. I'm nervous whenever he's around.

Poor George doesn't know what I was feeling. How I was acting weird when he sits beside me during class and in the Great Hall.

If I don't tell him sooner, I'll forever look dumb in front of him.

"I can't tell him," I whispered to myself. Maybe it's because it's too soon. George and I recently got close this year because he joined me in playing exploding snaps during the first day of our sixth year. Ever since then, we just talk and talk.

"Hey, Longbottom." I knew I recognized that voice. I looked to see George making his way beside me.

"George." I greeted with a faint smile.

"I was looking for you."

"You are?" Why was he looking for me? Millions of possibilities went through my mind about why he was looking at me.

"Yes, I am. Lee was telling me about our paper and told me to get you so we could start at the Library." Oh. Of course, our research paper.

"You? When did George Weasley suddenly talk about boring stuff? What piques your interest?" I teased him and he just laughs.

Damn, his laughter. It's making my stomach churn or whatever it is.

"Well for one, Lee wanted to finish this paper so he could still be commenting in the upcoming Quidditch. Because Godric knows how bad his marks are."

"Aren't yours bad as his?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Rude but yes. That's one, no, two. And lastly, we know the kind of nerd you are and how you like to finish the given tasks as soon as possible. Aren't we making this easy for you, Longbottom?" He was grinning and looking at me. I swear I could feel my whole face turning into a beet red.

"Fine, Weasley." I took my stuff as he leads the way through the Library where Lee is waiting for us.

Once we entered the Library, Lee waves us over to the table where he was and books are already opened. I sat beside him while George took the seat in front of us.

"You do realize we still have a month to do this paper, right? We don't have to start right away." I told him while I bring out my notebooks and quills and ink.

"Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?" Lee acted surprised as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I mean, the sooner we finish this, the better. Don't you agree, George?" He looked at his best friend who nodded and grinned like an idiot.

"I feel like you two are messing with me." I glared at them.

"Whaaat?"

"Never," George answered.

I didn't push the subject any longer and started to skim the books Lee placed on our table. I guess, it is better to have this paper finished.

Later that night, I told Angelina how my day and her day went like we always do before going to bed.

"Have you decided?" Angelina asked while she was helping me brush my hair. We were both looking at each other in our reflection in the mirror.

"It's only a month since I started liking him. Don't you think it's too soon?" I was already playing with my necklace's pendant which was given by my mother. I did this a lot of times whenever I'm nervous.

My best friend held both of my shoulders and gave me an assuring smile.

"Then take your time. I'm sure you'll get the courage to tell him. I mean, we're Gryffindors, are we?"

"We are."

-

It was getting worst.

Exams are coming soon and I cannot focus. His image comes into my mind and I can't focus. I really need to tell him. I should, it would help me clear my thoughts. It was now or never.

I grabbed my sweater before leaving the Common Room and looked for the red-haired male almost everywhere in the castle. Then, I remembered they were supposed to be at the Courtyard today.

When I finally saw the guy I was looking for, I didn't waste any moment and grabbed his wrist. I heard some of the students whistling and teasing us, including his brother while I look for a quiet place where we can talk.

"Is something the matter, Y/N?" He looked into my eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I... I--there's something I need to tell you..." I could faint at any moment because my hands were cold and shaking.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You can do this.

"Y/N--"

"I like you. It's bad, I know. We became friends not long ago. It was getting worst and I can't just sit still and do nothing about it. You don't have to like me back. And I understand if...if you don't want to be friends with me anymore..." I could feel my cheeks getting wet from my tears.

Ha, why am I crying?

I'm frustrated and confused because, for the first time, he's the first guy who is gentle toward me. I couldn't look at him even though I want to see his reaction. I'm scared.

"I don't know what to say... It's not like every day I received confessions like this. But..." He took a step closer to me. "Could you give me time? To think about, I mean."

I didn't answer him instead, I nodded. I tried to wipe my tears but a hand stopped me and gave me a handkerchief.

"Here. Don't cry."

I went back to the Common Room and saw Angelina waiting for me. She saw how red my eyes are and quickly went over to me. She embraced me, comforting me in her arms.

"How did it go?" She asked as we enter our dorm room. We sat in my bed and she tried to fix my face.

"I do not know. He told me to give him time. But Godric knows he won't talk about that conversation again unless I initiate it."

I tried to avoid George every time we cross the hallways, Angelina would sit beside me during classes and never left my side. 

I was fixing my things when suddenly the door slammed hard. I turned to look around to see Angelina panting hard as if she had run all the way into our dorm room.

"Angelina! Are you all right? You look like you ran--"

"That's because I ran all the way in here." She took off her scarf and throw it on her bed.

"You need to talk to him." She firmly said to me. I looked away.

"Y/N, it's more painful to leave a question not answered than get rejected. I cannot stand my two best friends avoiding each other when they only got to be friends before the term started." She took my hand and helped me to stand up.

"But..."

"I don't want to get your hopes up. But I heard him and Lee talked about you. He told Lee that you had a chance but--"

"Nothing comes good after 'but'." I joked.

"I know. But he's scared, Y/N. He doesn't want to hurt you. If you talk to him now... You might help him to chase away anything that scares him from being with you. You need to take another risk."

Another risk...

"He's in the Common Room. Talk to him, Y/N. If it doesn't work out then I'm here for you. Always." She kissed my cheeks and pulled me out of the room. We took downstairs and saw the three of them.

He was laughing together with his best friends, Lee and Fred. Angelina went over to them and the two boys stood up. They both looked at me and smiled. The boys and Angelina left the room, leaving me and George.

"Y/N."

"George."

"Am I an idiot for liking you this much? Because if I am, then I must be the most idiotic of all idiots." I fake laughed but he didn't. His face showed an expression I'd never seen before. It was dark. It feels like he took my breath away.

He took steps closer to me.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I am ready to be with someone. I don't want to hurt you because you are one of the most important people in my life." I saw how he wanted to touch me or take my hand. But something was stopping him. It's like he can't take the risk of touching me like I'm fragile. He thinks that once he touches me, I'm going to break. He is scared of hurting me more.

"I'm sorry for making you wait for nothing."

"No, I get it. And I'm sorry... For avoiding you, for acting like I didn't know you, or pretending like we weren't friends at all after I did something that made you feel uncomfortable." I gave him a faint smile.

"I hope we can still be friends."

"We are friends, George. We always will be." our eyes never left looking at each other until the clock struck midnight.

"Good night, Weasley. I'll see you tomorrow." I started to walk away. I didn't bother to wait for his response.

"Good night." I heard him say before I reach the top of the stairs to look at him one last time before entering into my dorm room.

-

The rejection helped me to calm my thoughts. To stop me from assuming but the sudden actions from him never stopped. How he makes sure I don't get sweaty and hot from the sun's heat. Or when it rains he casts a spell to make an umbrella and we would share it.

I don't get him.

How can I move on when his words are contradicting his actions? Why does he keep making me a fool?

"What're you three doing?" I saw the twins and Lee brewing something in their cauldron. Potions ingredients were everywhere. If McGonagall saw this mess they would've been sent to detention straight away.

Bananas.

Newt Spleens

An orange snake.

A green leaf.

"Fred and George Weasley! You're making an aging potion! And you, Lee Jordan, tell me why am I not surprised that you're also a part of this?" I know what they're trying to do. They're going to try and trick the Goblet of Fire.

"Of course, you could tell by looking at the ingredients. Brilliant, isn't she?" Fred grinned like an idiot.

"No need to state what's always been obvious, Forge." He commented on his brother. They continued to mix the potion as if I wasn't there to scold them which I am debating on it.

"Have you decided?" Lee asked.

"What?"

"It's painful to look at you when you're trying to decide whether to tell McGonagall or you'd rather help us finish this potion." He explained.

"Actually... I'm not. Because this is stupid. Dumbledore cast a spell around the Goblet. You cannot trick the Goblet of Fire or Dumbledore." I lectured them but they just snickered.

These boys.

"No wonder Hermione worships the ground you walk, Longbottom." Fred teased me as I rolled my eyes at him.

"You three are going to regret it," I warned them but they just seem not to care.

"And thank you for the warning." The twins said in chorus.

"But"

"you know us--"

"breaking the rules." They gave me their most mischievous smiles.

I looked at Lee and he just shrugged. "What they said."

The next day, we were in the Great Hall during our free time. Hermione sat beside me, reading her book while I helped my brother with his assignment.

"You're joking," I told my brother. He looked at me, confused.

"You don't need my help in Herbology, Neville. You have high marks than I was when I'm in your year. Have confidence in yourself."

"Really?" I pinched his cheeks as I nod at his question.

Suddenly we heard laughter and looked to see the three pig brains. They went over in our direction while holding a small bottle containing the potion.

"Done it." Fred showed us the potion. I rolled my eyes at him while Hermione was trying to stop them.

"Honestly, don't even try," I whispered to her but she continued.

"It's not going to work." Hermione sang the words as the twins went closer to her. Fred looking at her, closely as well as George.

"Oh, really, Granger?" Fred smirked at her. Hermione tried to explain what I already told them last night.

And of course, they didn't listen to her and drank the potion. She looked at me, annoyed at the three boys. I mouthed her 'I told you, so.' before she went back to her book. Harry and Ron seem to be fascinated by the trick.

After they drank the potion, they stepped inside the circle and the students clapped and cheered them on.

Oh, now I'm curious what's going to happen. I watched them put their paper in the Goblet. We saw nothing happen to them so the students clapped in amazement. Of course, I believed that something is still going to happen.

And something did happen.

"Argh!" Lee, Fred, and George flew out of the circle as they aged into an old man. Peals of laughter filled the entire Great Hall. I couldn't help but also laugh. They tried to punch each other and put the blame on one another.

Later that day, Angelina and I decided to visit them in the Hospital Wing. They were finally going back to their age. Well, almost.

"I'd say a beard looks good on you, Weasley." I joked as I sat beside his bed. I touched his beard as he chuckled.

"I still look like a thirty-year-old man." He smiled.

"Better than looking like an eighty-year-old man."

"Ouch. I expect to still look handsome at that age." He placed his right arm on his left chest as if he was struck in the heart.

"Are you? I didn't take a good look. I was busy laughing earlier." I teased him and Godric, I hated when he gave me that smirk on his lips. I want to rip it.

Calm down, Y/N.

"At least tell me I made a perfect potion. Don't want to disappoint a potion master."

"You... You were never bad at potions, George Weasley." I gave him a gentle smile and he just kept quiet looking at me.

-

"I was already rejected and yet I still hope for us to happen." I buried my face in my pillow. My best friend sat beside me.

"Why do I feel like you're about to try and confess to him one more time?" I know she was teasing but damn her because she is giving me an idea to do so.

"Oh, no. I am only joking, Y/N! Don't even think about it." She said, firmly. "I swear I'm this close to swinging a bat on a bludger and then aiming it in his face."

"Please don't."

"I won't. Only because you said 'please'."

"What am I supposed to do? I expect these feelings would go away after getting rejected. Now, I'm only falling deeper." I'm starting to cry again out of frustration.

"Nothing. Just nothing." She looks at me as I sat down properly at my bed.

"You are not the problem here, Y/N. He's the one to blame. Putting you in this position where you should be moving on. Because Godric's sword, if only you know how boys from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton look at you every time you walked past them."

"What?"

"See. You don't need to set your eyes only on one boy who rejected you but proceeds to act as if he fancies you. Find other guys. Move on."

"But what if he does like me? He's just not ready like he said..."

"That's bullshit. It doesn't matter whether you're ready or not. If you like someone, you'd still pursue them, take the risk even if it's scary. Just like you did. Clearly, he's giving you mixed signals." Angelina sounded angry. She was annoyed like she wanted to punch George if she ever saw him.

"Would you get mad if I told you that I just sent him a letter? Confessing to him the second time?" I pout as she turns her face into a sour one.

"Y/N LONGBOTTOM!" She was angry. Really angry. "What exactly did you write in that letter?!"

"That I still fancy him. That if I didn't receive an owl from him later this evening, it means... All he did meant nothing to him."

"Please swear to me that this will be the last thing you will do." She just sighed.

"I promise."

"Then, are you sure you're ready for whatever response you receive from him?" Angelina looked worried for me. That's why I am lucky to have her by my side.

"Yes."

As expected from him, I didn't receive any owls from him. I slept through the night so I don't have to cry until it reaches morning.

My best friend and I went to breakfast, avoiding that one Weasley. While I was eating and chatting with Angelina, someone poked my sides. I look to see Fred, grinning as he sat beside me.

"Morning." He greeted us.

"Is there something you need, Fred?" Angelina raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to eat breakfast." He shrugged his shoulders while placing a toast on his plate and into mine.

"I can get my own toast." I sounded mean but I didn't mean to.

"Looks like someone had a bad sleep."

"She did, Fred." Angelina rolled her eyes at him.

"I see... Well, let me just enjoy my breakfast, at least." Fred grinned like an idiot.

-

The twins were a bit mean when they started a bet between Harry and Cedric. Poor Harry seemed to look like he wants to drop out of the Tournament. Sadly, he can't because it's part of the rules.

And then there's Fred, who would always pester me around. He would poke my sides, even if he goddamn well knows that's my tickle spot. He would open up to me easily, telling me how he had a crush on Angelina during our 4th year. But stopped pursuing her because my best friend clearly doesn't look interested in dating him.

We became closer. We became more than acquaintances. We were close friends.

We became inseparable.

Angelina noticed it. How happy I am. I was blooming, she said. She never saw me this happy. And she was wondering why but didn't bother to have it answered because all she cares about was my happiness.

"You're an idiot, Fred." I scold him. "And stop that betting game you and your twin started. It only brings war upon Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors."

"You know, I've noticed you kept saying 'your twin'." He changed the subject. I looked away and watch the birds fly into the gloomy sky.

We are both in Black Lake to get some fresh air.

"I do not know what you mean."

"Damn, I know he rejected you. But I get it. You see, the problem with George is that he's afraid of women. He once liked Angelina but he did nothing about it." I was surprised that George liked Angelina. This is the first time I am hearing this.

"You both liked the same girl?"

"It always happens. A bit frustrating, honestly. But at times like that, I'm willing to give up the woman I like for him. We're twins but he's the younger one so..."

"You let go."

"Always. For my twin's happiness."

"What about yours?" I felt pity for him. I know I shouldn't because he wouldn't like that.

"George's happiness is my happiness." He smiled at me. But I know it was a sad one. I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"A true Gryffindor." I felt him chuckle.

"So are you."

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, no.

No... I can't possibly be falling for him now. This would be an outrage. I can't.

It's only been three months ever since I stopped liking George. Three months since then I have not talked to him.

"You and Fred seemed gotten closer. Both of you suited more perfectly." Angelina, once again, I know she's joking but she isn't helping.

Does she need to know? Must she know? I don't know. She might make fun of me.

Godric, it feels like a sin to fall for Fred.

"Oh, dear... I know that look. You like Fred." She placed her hand on her lips and went beside me. "Tell me everything." She doesn't look disgusted. Instead, she looks like she's excited.

I told her everything I know and she can't remove her smile ever since I started talking.

"Godric! I knew it!" She was giggling. "So what do you intend to do?"

"Nothing. I can't let him know. He can't know. I won't confess. I won't tell him anything." I mumbled.

"Right. Let him be the one to develop his feelings for you. You don't have to do anything this time." She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"You should never feel guilty for liking someone. I pray that this time, Fred will do exactly the opposite George did to you. You two suit together, really."

"Thank you, Angelina. For everything."

"What friends are for?"

-

Professor McGonagall announced that there will be a ball. The ball is only exclusive for the fourth year and above.

Our head of house started to prepare us for the ball. She called all Gryffindors from the fourth year and above to practice our dance steps. So we don't look stupid on the day of the event.

Ron and his friends joked about something while looking at Eloise Mignon. I felt my insides get irritated and then McGonagall called him over for a dance. Fred and George made fun of their brother as well as Harry.

"Now, boys. Find your partners." I saw my brother the first one to rise on his chair. I smiled at him and asked Hermione to dance with him. She gladly accepted my brother's offer.

The other boys finally went to our side. Fred reached my wrist and pulled me on the dance floor.

"Really? No asking but pull the woman you see first? How gentleman of you, Weasley." I joked as he laughs at my words.

"Pleasures all mine, Longbottom." He winked at me as he spun me and then dipped me down while his hand was on my waist and the other one on my hand.

I saw George looking in our direction while he was dancing with Angelina. I immediately broke our eye contact and focus on Fred.

"Smooth." I smiled. "Who do you plan to ask on the ball?" 

"Maybe Angelina? Or some girls from other houses." He answered. I got to admit that it broke my heart a little. I thought that it might occur to him that he can ask me.

"And you?" 

"No one." 

"I thought you were waiting for George to ask you." He teased but ignored it.

"Well, you thought wrong." I didn't mean to sound annoyed but I am. I don't why my mood changes suddenly. "Sorry..." 

"Hey, don't be. I heard girls tend to get stressed on upcoming occasions like this." I unbelievably looked at him. "What? I mean, has anyone asked you?"

"That's a bit rude to ask a girl." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"So, no one--"

"Fred!" I playfully hit his arm. "Of course, someone had asked me. But I turned them down."

"May I ask why?"

"I'm waiting for someone to ask me." I could feel my cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"George, then." He continued to tease me to his twin.

"Please stop." He just laughs at me and continued to dance me away.

The day of the Yule Ball came.

The person I wanted to ask me, is going with someone from Beauxbaton. While my best friend is going with George. 

"Stop fussing over your dress, Y/N." Angelina scolded me while she tries to adjust the back part of my dress.

"Must I attend?" I groaned.

"Yes! Because this might be the last time you'll experience this as a teenager. Now do me a favor and have fun." She finished fixing my dress and place an accessory on my hair.

"You look beautiful."

"I look like a clown." 

"I know you feel bitter because of him but please don't let it ruin your night. Besides going without a date has its perks." She winked at me while I got up and took my white shawl to keep me warm for the night.

"Like what?"

"You can flirt with any guy!"

"Funny. Because you know exactly enough that I can't flirt." I rolled my eyes. "So...you and George?"

"It was a last minute. He just happened to ask me in front of Lee and Fred just to prove to Ron and Harry that they can ask any girl to the dance. We're going as friends." I can't help but smile when Angelina told me what happened.

"Idiots." Both of us giggled the way out of the dorm and went downstairs. 

We saw George patiently waiting for his date, together with Lee. George's eyes were on me instead of Angelina's. I immediately looked away and pretended that didn't happen.

"You look stunning." He complimented her. I went beside Lee who smiled at me.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked Lee. The two started walking and we followed.

"Oh, I'm going alone." 

"Why?"

"I'm having trouble who to ask. So, I decided not to come with a date." I immediately understood what he meant.

"How about you? I heard you received a lot of requests and yet you rejected every one of them." Lee gave me his playful smirk as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Piss off, Jordan. Maybe I decided to come alone just like you did." 

"An answer that I'll never believe it's true." I slapped his arm, and we laughed it off as we reached the Great Hall.

Students are already interacting with each other. Giving compliments on how they looked good and the dress robes they were wearing. Some were already dancing while others are eating appetizers and drinking butterbeer.

While Lee keeps talking about asking the girl from Beauxbaton to dance and telling me exactly how he will approach the girl. A tall red-haired caught my gaze. Even though everyone can't tell who is who. I know and I can tell.

He looks handsome in his robes. That long hair he tried not to cut for a new look. But he looks good whether his hair is long or short. I pray not that he will not look in my way. Because I know what he'll do if he does. And I am not yet ready.

"Why don't you go and ask her already? I'm thirsty so I'll go fetch some drinks, okay?" I push my friend towards the girl. He didn't utter another word so I made my way to the tables.

I wasn't feeling to drink anything but water. After I got myself some water, I went further away from the crowd and the dance floor. I hid from my friends because I didn't want them to adjust to me. I want them to have fun without feeling obligated to make me feel better.

A famous band, Weird Sisters, started to take the floor. All of the students laugh and dance the night away. I saw two familiar Gryffindors, who also seems not to enjoy the event.

"And here I thought you went for the evening." I look up to see him lending his hand to me.

"And I thought no one will ever notice that I'm gone." 

"It's already impossible to not notice you, love." He was still waiting for me to take my hand. I was hesitating, scared even. 

"Were... Were you looking for me?" I asked.

"From the moment the ball started. But it seems you were hiding from the crowd." He answered. I took his hand and then led me to the dance floor. 

"I might start to think you fancy me." I joked. He pulled me closer, placing his hands around my waist. His face was close to mine. I could smell his cologne, his breath. I could feel him, his warmth. My heart was racing. 

"What if I am?" He answered in his low voice. His forehead rested on mine, never breaking his gaze on me.

"You're playing pranks on me." 

"Maybe I am." 

"Then stop."

"I can't." 

His eyes kept looking into mine and my lips. He was moving closer as if he was about to kiss me. Maybe he was. When the music stopped playing so did he.  

"I'm sorry." He gently pulled away from me.

"What for?"

"This." I felt sharp in my gut. "Shit. That's not what I meant."

"Clearly, it is. Good night, Fred." I turned my back on him and ran outside the Great Hall. I didn't expect him to follow me through the Courtyard.

"Y/N, please. Listen to me."

"I get it. I know you feel sorry for me. I know that the girl you asked should be the one you held earlier like that. So, why did you even bother to look for me, Fred? I am just your friend, aren't I?" My face was burning in anger but it was also cold because it was snowing. I was stupid for forgetting my coat in the Great Hall because I tried to run away from him.

"You are my friend. And you like my brother. So, you see? I'll be damned if he knew I was about to kiss you." 

"Coward."

"What?"

"George made it clear he didn't like me. But I know it's also wrong to like you after George." Tears started to fall on my cheeks. "Merlin's beard, you are his brother, his twin. What will they think of me once they know I like you when not long ago I was trying to chase your brother?"

"We can't argue again because of a girl. I like you. Hell, I dreamt about holding you close to me, kissing you. Some of it came true, it was enchanting while it lasts." He tried to laugh it off. There was pain in his voice, his eyes were longing for me.

"I think I'm in love with you. You saw and accepted me. Understood me and my messy life. You have been patient with me. But I can't be with you when I know he's starting to fall for you." 

"That's not true."

"It is. You don't have to believe in me. But you will when he tells you. I'm encouraging him to. So, please. Let all your feelings for him fall back in."

"No. You don't get to decide for me. And you don't get to set free all the things so that your brother could get it. You may care for his happiness, but I care for yours." I stomp all my way to him. It was hard to walk wearing my gown and the heavy snow on the ground.

"George had his chance with me. He took that for granted. You don't have to fix things for him. I understand you love your brother, unconditionally. Because I also have a brother that I'm willing to bet my life on. But I know he can take care of himself. He can make his own choices. I guide him but that's just it. His actions, his consequences to face." 

"Y/N..."

"You're a good brother, Fred." I smiled at him.

"She's right, Gred." Fred and I turned to see George walking toward us.

"It turns out this potion worked." He showed us an empty bottle of invisibility potion. 

"I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't deserve anything at all you have to give everything so that I could have it. You don't have to sacrifice everything." He placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

George then looked at me. He removed his coat and placed it on my shoulder.

"I guess I liked you a little too late." He placed his hand on the top of my head and when closer to my ear.

"Thank you." He messed up my hair and left the two of us.

Fred took my hand as he removed his brother's blazer. We followed him when Fred threw the coat on him.

"She doesn't need it." He said and he led me somewhere more quiet. I heard George laugh as we disappear in his sight.

We entered an empty classroom. He closed the door behind him and muttered spells on it. I was starting to get nervous. 

"Fred?" 

He turned to look at me. It was like seeing a whole different version of him.

"Sorry. Are you still cold?" He went close to me and held both sides of my arms. Caressing them to make me feel warm.

"A little." My eyes found his. 

We were about to kiss and this one would be it.

His lips found mine. He was gentle but started to get rough when I kissed him back, trying to follow him as if he was leading me. He lifted my weight which I was surprised by because I have a plump body. I don't have a toned and thin body like any other girl. And yet he still managed to lift me up as he placed me on a table. His rough, huge hands roam and grabbed my thighs. A moan escaped from my mouth.

"Don't hold it back in." He whispered between our kisses.

"Someone could hear us." 

"I cast a spell, love. No one can hear you. So be loud as you can be." He bit my lip and then his kisses went down on my neck. I could feel he was trying to hold back leaving me marks.

His body rested between my thighs. I could feel him getting hard every time he pushed his body while he kissed me. He was trying so hard not to undress me so he stayed his hands on my bare thighs.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me to go on. Whatever you want. I'll do it. Tell me." He stopped kissing me. His lips were plump and had lipstick stains. My hand went over to his buttoned shirt and unbuttoned the first one.

"Do not stop." With that, his hand on my thigh went higher to grab my ass. I grabbed his wrist while my other hand tried to mess up his hair.

"God, you're breathtaking." While kissing my neck, he slowly unzipped the back of my dress. I felt the warmth of his hand on my bare back. I wasn't wearing any bra so it was easy for him to access my breasts.

He grabbed my breast while his tongue played with my nipple. I arched back in pleasure, making it easy for him to do what he was doing.

"Fred..."

"Be patient, darling." He pulled away from me and completely removed my dress, leaving me only with my undergarment. He also removed his top as I was still sitting on the table. I was awed to see him topless. Quidditch training did his body justice.

He went over to me once more to kiss me. 

"Open your legs." His voice filled with such dominance that I didn't hesitate to do what I was told. He continued to kiss me, massaging my breasts. Those kisses slowly went down my neck, chest, stomach...and down to my...

"Fred!" 

"Do you want to stop?" He asked. I was thankful for making sure I still want to continue.

"It's just..."

"What is it, love? Tell me." 

"Must you kiss me down there?" I looked away because I just asked a dumb question. I heard him chuckle and placed his hand on my chin to make me look at him.

"Do you trust me?"

I nodded at him and he smiled, kissing my forehead for assurance.

"I'm preparing you so you won't have to feel pain."

He slowly removed my undergarment and kissed my pelvis as he went down to my womanhood. As soon as I felt his lips and tongue on my folds, I arched back. The empty classroom was filled with my moans and his kisses. I was starting to feel like I'm going to explode so I grabbed his hair. He stopped.

"Not yet." He licked his lips and unbuckled his trousers. I saw how huge he was. I was starting to get scared, wondering if it'll fit inside me.

"Do you still want to continue?" He asked one more time.

"Will it hurt?" 

"Maybe. You have to tell me. May I have your permission?"

"Yes."

He slowly entered his length inside me. I winced in pain but knew Fred that was trying to be gentle as much as possible. When the whole of him was already inside me, he kissed my cheeks and tried to whisper sweet nothings. He was slowly thrusting, making sure I was feeling all nothing but pleasure before fasting his pace.

He continued to kiss me as his pace started to go fast. My moans were getting louder as well as his groans. He keeps kissing my neck and shoulders, hugging me ever so tightly. We were both close to our climax. And when he did, he pulled it out.

He kissed my forehead and went over to pick up my clothes. He helped me to clean up before we put our clothes back on.

"Can you walk?" He asked when he saw me struggling to stand straight.

"It's a little sore down there," I tell him. He looked like he was sorry for what he did. I smiled and tiptoed to kiss his cheeks.

"I'll be gentle next time. I promise." He said and then placed his coat on my shoulder. "Warm enough?" He smirked at me.

I knew it was a lie when he told me he'd be gentle. Because he never was. Can't blame a man with this amount of energy.

*****

[charliedawn]

How would the slashers react to a very hyper nurse like super positive all the time?

Freddy was surprised when he first met you. You were smiling all the time and even when things got tough, you always seemed so happy.

So, he just had to ask.

Freddy : "Say....Aren't you ever tired ?"

Freddy was surrounded by negativity and darkness since birth and just wondered how you could even exist ?

You *smile knowingly* : "I'm surrounded by people who actually need me and who I care for. Why wouldn't I be happy ?"

Freddy was surprised by your very honest answer before chuckling and ruffling your hair playfully.

Freddy *sighs before smiling back at you* : "Don't ever lose your smile, alright kiddo ?"

Penny had tried multiple times to make you scream, to feel your fear and make you afraid of him.

But, each time, you had only smiled or laughed—as if all of his attempts had only been jokes to you.

He was puzzled by it, until he finally learned to accept it.

But then, one day, he just had to ask.

Penny : "Why...?"

You *turn your head towards him* : "Why what ?"

Penny *looks at you* : "Why...Do you always show Penny a smile ? Penny tried to hurt you. Kill you. Eat you...So, why ?"

Your eyes widened at his question, but you only smiled and shrugged.

You : "Penny never scared me. I like Penny."

Penny didn't know what to answer to that, but he did snigger at the end—in an attempt to make you upset.

Penny : "And you think Penny likes you ?"

However, you didn't lose your smile and only shrugged again.

You *smile knowingly* "Yes. Or, Penny would be gone."

He seemed to ponder on your words for a second before smiling.

Penny : "Human...Too clever for their own good."

Pennywise was the most frustrated.

He couldn't understand why you would always be so happy ? It infuriated him to no point.

So, in a desperate attempt to have a reaction out of you—he yelled.

"FEAR ME !"

You went still for a moment and Pennywise thought he had succeeded, until you smiled softly at him and asked.

"Why do you want me to fear you ?"

The question caught him off guard and he stayed silent for a moment before scoffing.

"So I can eat you. Obviously."

"And...you want to eat me ?", you asked hesitantly.

His eyes widened at the question and he was about to answer when your eyes met and Pennywise only tssked before looking away.

"...You're annoying.", he replied instead of answering your question before walking away and you smiled again.

He would be back. You both knew it.

Jason was surprised when you first visited his cell and his eyes settled on your smile.

There were smiles he recognized as mocking or fake, but yours was so bright and genuine—it took him by surprise.

And even years after, it still felt surreal how you could just smile at the slashers and make them feel at home.

It had never even been a possibility for Jason. He thought he would never find another family.

But, he found one with you.

And he never asked why you were smiling, or why you weren't afraid of them.

He was just happy to see you and enjoy whatever time he had in your blissful company.

You made him smile, and that was the only thing he needed to know.

Myers found you an enigma.

He had attempted to kill you so many times, had even tried to drown you...because you brought Michael hope.

But, he had to admit to have developed a certain admiration for you.

It was hard to keep a smile and show one's face so plainly. Michael Myers had never been able to catch human feelings, but seeing you so happy had made something shift in him.

Myers didn't know if it was for the best though ?

Myers *grabs you harshly and spats* : "Why ? Why won't you stop smiling ?"

You *smile* : "Because I am showing Michael Myers that he can trust me."

Myers *tilts his head in incomprehension* : "...And how is that ?"

You *smile confidently* : "Because no matter what, I'll always trust him enough to smile."

Your answer made him release you and take a couple of steps back in shock.

It was a funny feeling. Myers had never been surprised before...but, it seemed exceptions did exist.

And you, you would remain an enigma.

But, he would let you live. For now.

Jack smiled the first time he saw you because he thought you were naive, easy to manipulate.

But then, he learned that you were far from it.

You never failed at your job and kept all the slashers in check—all that while keeping a smile on your face.

It wasn't a stupid smile full of illusions, as he had first thought it to be. You didn't see them as defenseless or worthy of sympathy. That wasn't the reason you were smiling.

Jack : "...You don't have to smile for us, you know.."

He thought he would relieve you of whatever duty you thought you had towards them.

But, he didn't expect your answer.

You : "What a silly thing to say...Who else would I be smiling for ?"

His eyes widened as he faced you and found you smiling again and then—he understood.

You were smiling for no selfish reason. You were smiling because you wanted to.

And that made the great Jack Torrance question everything he knew.

There was nothing Brahms liked more than seeing other people smile. It brought him joy like no other.

He always made sure to be kind and help you when he could.

And seeing you smile was the best reward for him.

So, you always made sure to make him smile in turn. You didn't care if it made you look bad or somehow silly sometimes, you knew that you had to keep a smile on your face for him.

And he never questioned you about it.

Because no matter what, he would keep his smile as long as you would.

"You don't have to pretend."

Five once told you and your smile faltered for just a second at the worried expression he had on.

But, it didn't drop as you embraced him and said assuredly.

"I am not. And you shouldn't either.."

It was the first time Five found himself crying in front of someone else since the Apocalypse.

And you held him tight.

There was nothing in this world that would have possible forced you to let go—as you knew your smile was the only thing keeping him from falling into despair.

"Please. Stop smiling."

It was a strange request, but you still sought to understand.

"Why ?"

He stared at you and for a moment, you thought he was actually going to hurt you.

His knuckles turned white from how tight his fists were clenched and when he leaned forward to stare at you in the eyes, you could almost feel feel his eyes drill holes into your very skull.

"Because your smile burns me.", he finally confessed in a whisper and your eyes widened—as he genuinely seemed in pain.

You tried to reach out for him, but he left before you could touch him.

He had accomplished the most horrible of acts in his life, faced more than his share of threats...And yet, that smile was the very thing that he feared the most.

[gemini-sensei]

Imagine Robby goes to the grocery store to pick up a few things. He has to be the one to go or else his dad will just come back with beef jerky, Coors Banquet, and a few other questionable choices none of which including staples of a kitchen. He's grabbing only the necessary items when he hears a baby crying one ot two aisles over. He doesn't think much of it and goes about his time in the store.

Until he goes to that aisle and sees the Reader trying to rock her sweet little one back to a calm state. She looks a little frazzled, definitely tired. He expects that. She's got a young baby and she looks close in age to him. It can't be easy. She also appears to be on her own and he has some idea of what that's like. His mom was usually left with him and it reminds him of his childhood.

However, all those memories get pushed aside when another guy approaches Reader and starts berating her for her baby crying. The dude tells her she should just leave if she can't get her baby to calm down because they're disturbing all the other customers. It pisses Robby off and he can't not step in to say something.

He puts himself between Reader and the jerk, staring him down. "Maybe you should leave if your so bothered, I mean, it's not like you're helping. It's actually kind of pathetic that a little baby gets under your skin so much."

"Who are you. Her baby daddy?" the guy asks, thinking he's so clever, that he really got Robby there.

"No, but I am a decent human being, unlike some people."

The jerk doesn't appreciate being talked down to, but as he realizes he's the one people already staring at, he backs away. He scoffs. "Whatever, man."

When he's gone, it seems Reader's baby is a little more at ease and finally calms down. She is rubbing their back while Robby makes sure that guy isn't coming back around. She has to say something. "Thank you."

He turns to her almost shocked, as if he'd forgotten his whole purpose of being there. Or maybe he was hoping he could make a quick exit and not be a hero. "Oh, um, it was no big deal."

"No," she disagreed, smiling at him tiredly. It's kind and gentle and motherly. "It means a lot to me. Not a lot of people would do what you did. Not for me."

He looks at her sadly, aware. He's seen it before. Despite those dredged up memories, he smiles at her. "Well, I couldn't let someone talk to you like that. You've got more than enough to deal with without people like him trying to tell you how to be a parent."

She smiles a little brighter. "I'm Reader, by the way, and this is Henry."

The baby strapped to her chest let's out a tired yawn as he nuzzles up to his mother. Her shirt, which is covered in drool, is clutched in his tiny fist he's not even paying attention to anyone else around him, his attention on his mother. His rock. His everything.

Robby thinks the pair are cute but wouldn't say that out loud. So he smiles and nods.

"I'm Robby."

"It's nice to meet you, Robby."

"The pleasure is all mine."

Maybe being the hero isn't so bad all the time.

[release-the-hound]

as a havanese owner, what would you say their energy levels are like? trainability? grooming needs? looking into getting small dogs in the future and havanese are on the list of possibilities

I think part of the reason Havanese are so wonderful for so many people is that their energy levels are extremely variable. A well bred Havanese should match its energy levels to its owners for the most part. There are days where I have only taken Whim outside to potty, and spent the rest of my time sick in bed, and she has happily cuddled up next to me and slept by my side. But she has also happily galloped alongside me for a 5km run, and been eager for more. Ultimately what Havanese want more than a specific amount of activity, is to be doing activity with their person.

Of course, I always celebrate doing more with your dog. I try to give Whim at least a 20 minute walk daily. Along with minimum 5 minutes dedicated training session and a food puzzle for enrichment. Often I am able to do more than that.

(One if my favorite off-leash adventures with Whim. A 3 hour walk through unusually deep snow. So many sniffs and lots of excellent recalls!)

When my sister died, I was frequently doing less, for weeks. And she didn't devolve into a frustrated barking mess, didn't chew up my apartment, she was a little bored, but she was never miserable. She just lay in my bed, by my side, day after day, until I was ready to face the world again.

(I cannot overstate how good Whim is at cuddling. If there was an international competition for it, she'd win it every year.)

I really think for disabled people, Havanese have the ideal energy level. You can meet their base needs fairly easily, but if you are up for adventure they're always ready to come along for a ride.

(Whim travels frequently on airplanes with me, and is always complimented on her good behavior.)

Grooming needs are the sticking point for many people, unfortunately. While Havanese are genrtically capable of producing a short coat, it's against the breed standard, and so I don't know of anyone intentionally breeding for that.

For me, a non-shedding dog is worth extra grooming, but I know that's not the case for a lot of people. I have Whim shaved about every 4 to 6 months. This means that I go over her coat to comb out any mats about once a week, and I trim the fur out of her eyes on occassion. But other than that, I dont worry about grooming. I bathe her when she's stinky and trim her nails when they get long, which you need to do with every dog. I know @girlhorse keeps Enzo in a much fuller coat. If you want to keep a fuller coat, she might be willing to talk about the grooming experience.

It's also worth noting that due to their small size, combing Whim's fur is like, a 20 minute process.

(I often miss Whim's coat from when I kept her long. She was so unbelievably adorable.)

Havanese are my FAVOURITE dogs to train bar none. I'm not a professional trainer in any sense of the word, but between group classes and my job I have seen how a lot of dogs learn. @thelittlespanielthatcould and I often compare Havs to a CKCS with a little more spunk. They are very clever and very eager to work with you, but when they have an opinion they make it clear.

Whim can be entirely focused on me for an hour long lesson. But she won't do work she's not fairly compensated for. Personally, I like a dog that won't let me push them around. If it's a hot day and I haven't given Whim enough water breaks, she'll march herself over to her bowl whenever she damn well pleases. If I'm not using a high enough value treat, she will take it from my hand and spit it on the ground. I like these things because I like dogs that set their own boundaries. I want my dog to tell me when she is tired or thirsty, when I'm not rewarding enough, when she's frightened. Because I get clear feedback from her on what I'm doing wrong, I can alter my methods very quickly to keep us in sync. I like that my dog can tell me something so clearly and I can say back to her "ok, I'm listening."

Whim does very well in Rally when I can afford the classes. She loved agility. Havanese also make great trick dogs. They have amazing handler focus (once they mature). They love spending time with you, so they love training. You just have to be fair to them. I guess I'd describe them as eager to engage, but not eager to please. She wants to spend time with me, she wants to play my games, but she isn't afraid to stand her ground if she's not having fun. Training her brings me so much fucking joy. Even writing about it now has put a smile on my face.

(Whim and I had so much fun in agility. She loved the tunnels so much she used to go off course just to run them a second or third time. Until I started bringing out the big guns (cheese) and suddenly she was an angel again lol.)

Realistically, no breed is ever going to be ideal for every person on the planet. But 2 words come to mind when I think of Havanese. Fexible: they thrive in many different living situations, energy levels, and activities. And Communicative, about their needs, their desires, their fears, their pain. They make it easy for dog owners to figure out what to do. For these reasons, I think Havanese match well with a lot more people than the average dog breed.

Whim has been my best friend for more than a decade. I have never second-guessed my decision to bring her into my life. I wake up every day knowing that I am profoundly loved. In my brightest moments I picture a future of adventure unfurling before us. In my darkest, her joy reminds me how to find my own.

TL,DR: Get a Havanese.

[nhasablogg]

Give it to your sister

Fandom: Encanto

Characters: Mirabel, Luisa

Summary: Mirabel hides sometimes. Luisa is no stranger to things becoming too much.

A/N: I am late as usual and just watched Encanto and needed to write something because I love that family with my whole HEART. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send me prompts for now and maybe I'll fill them!!

Words: 752

Mirabel hid sometimes, when it all became too much. She was certain no one noticed - everyone used to her being in the way, to her overwhelming urge to try to be of use. It always surprised her when she did it, because it was usually for the smallest reason. The last straw breaking the camel’s back. A change of tone. Someone ignoring her, or snapping at her, or the whole house moving to a rhythm she couldn’t keep up with and she finally realized she was tired. And so she hid. Not in the nursery, because that didn’t seem like hiding. Anyone could find her there. She didn’t want to be found.

Not immediately, anyway.

“There you are.” Mirabel caught the anxiety melting off of Luisa’s face when she looked up to find her crouching down to peek at her. “Only you would think to hide beneath Dolores’ bed.”

Mirabel grinned sheepishly. “I figured no one would expect me to go for the person who would hear me even approaching the door.”

Luisa laughed, delighted. “That’s clever. Too bad she could hear your breathing and told me to check on you. Scoot over.”

Mirabel did what she was told and didn’t bat a single eyelid as Luisa lifted the bed so that she could crawl under it too. “I’m fine,” she said before her sister could ask.

“You’re not.” She knocked their shoulders together as lightly as she could, but it still jostled her. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you.”

Mirabel wasn’t used to people noticing, except her mother. Even if they did, most of them kept quiet about it; her lack of powers as hush hush of a topic as Bruno’s existence. Antonio’s big day was approaching and the house was a whirlwind of preparations that she wasn’t getting included in. In fact, Abuela was probably two mistakes away from tying her to a chair to keep her from intervening. It was quite humiliating.

“Humiliating to be able to sit back and relax?” Luisa said when she’d finished ranting.

“To not be of use.” Despite her frustration she didn’t miss the way something flickered across Luisa’s face which she couldn’t fully interpret. “I don’t mean to complain, I promise-”

“It’s good to complain sometimes.” Luisa wasn’t looking at her, instead opting to pick at a speck of dust on the floor which only she seemed to be able to see. “It’s better than hiding.”

Mirabel buried her face in her arms, suddenly embarrassed. “I don’t mean to hide.”

“Hey.” A poke to her side. “Look at me.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Luisa let out a laugh. “Come on. Please.” She dragged out the word, almost singing it. Mirabel could picture her grinning, the way she would when they were younger and Isabela had pissed Mirabel off so that Luisa had to try to save the day. Luisa always tried to save the day. They were alike in that way, only at least her sister usually succeeded while Mirabel always failed.

Another poke to her side, as if Luisa could sense she was wallowing. “Mirabel.”

Mirabel whined, burying her face even deeper so that her nose was almost touching the floor. Maybe she should’ve found a better hiding spot.

The poke was suddenly aimed higher, which was definitely on purpose, and Mirabel cried out and tried to move her arm down to shove Luisa off, only Luisa grabbed it before she could and poked at her upper ribs again just where she knew it tickled.

“Luisa!” Mirabel shrieked, already laughing, realizing how close her sister’s now continuous pokes were to her armpit. “Don’t!”

“Should’ve looked at me when I asked you to.” She could hear Luisa’s smile in her voice, although she couldn’t see much as she’d knocked off her own glasses in her attempt to roll away in a space that was way too small for this type of activity.

Still she tried, rolling over to the side which Luisa was torturing to try to block her attacks, which of course just led to Luisa going for her belly, hugging her close in the process so that Mirabel couldn’t move away at all. Whatever she was saying through her laughter, Luisa ignored. Mirabel wasn’t entirely sure it made sense anyway, her words jumbled and choppy, her giggles bubbly and loud.

“I wonder how Dolores hasn’t burst in here yet, since it sounds like I’m murdering you.”

Dolores was, unbeknownst to them, standing just outside the room smiling at the sound of her cousins.

[atlasscrumpit]

hello nova!! i love you and your writing and i have a request if that’s okay!!

so it’s a platonic yandere moon knight where darling somehow manages to escape every knot they use to tie her down and she keeps escaping??

just an idea for a drabble, you don’t have to do it :)

You chuckled softly as you ran along the cold and wet streets.

You loved the way the cold night air felt in your hair and on your face while you ran.

You loved the pain the road caused your barefeet while you ran.

Even more so you loved when you would hear his voice shout your name out.

"Y/N!" You heard him shout as you laughed and continued running before he inevitably tackled you to the ground.

He pinned your wrists to the ground above your head.

"Think you're a clever little girl, don't you?" He growled as you laughed and looked up at him.

"You need to learn how to restrain me better." You replied making him scowl in anger.

"Think you're so fucking cheeky." He growled as he grabbed something out of his pocket and held it over your mouth and nose.

You chuckled softly until you slowly passed out.

"What the hell am I going to do with you, Y/N?"

--

You groaned, your joints feeling stiff as you opened your eyes to see you were in your room.

You looked beside you to see Marc sitting and starring at you.

"What? No ropes?" You questioned as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I'm getting real sick and tired of this, Y/N." He growled as you smiled at him.

"Aww, is kidnapping getting tiring?" You teased before he quickly stood up and wrapped his hand around your throat.

"I'm going to teach you some fucking respect." He growled as you laughed softly, making his grip tighten.

"Now, while you were having a nice little sleep, I for something very special for you." He muttered as he grabbed something out of your bedside table.

You glanced to see it was a fabric muzzle.

He released his grip on your throat and you gasped for air before he grabbed you and secured the muzzle around your mouth.

"Now, if you keep misbehaving I'm going to make this muzzle metal and very uncomfortable, but if you fucking behave it'll eventually come off. Is that understood?" He said as you rolled your eyes but nodded.

"And since you kept escaping the restraints, I've instead installed finger print locks everywhere in this house, so I hope you enjoyed that last outing." He growled as you glared at him.

"You got real close there, baby. Too bad you can't escape me."

[avelera]

Random thoughts on the D&D movie in no particular order:

I loved the jokes. All of them. All the stupid jokes. I was their target audience and they succeeded at making me cackle at dumb shit while my partner's soul left his body

The landscape shots were breathtaking and honestly made me tear up at the beauty in places. In the theater, I remember thinking, "Yeah, FUCK yeah, these guys understood the assignment!" Nine out of ten times, I think fantasy should be animated, because if you don't pour millions into the budget, the action looks like crummy LARPers wearing silly costumes in the woods. This movie understood that if you're doing live action fantasy, you owe your audience some damn beautiful landscape shots and damn did they deliver on some beautiful landscape shots.

(cut for spoilers)

I sincerely appreciated Holga and her husband being divorced but still amicable. I'm so tired of the trope of exes being evil or awful. They just seemed like two adults who wanted to love each other but the circumstances of being together doomed them from the start. It was played for laughs but it was just a moment I genuinely enjoyed as divorcee. I also loved her ex's new wife looking exactly like her, both for the gag, and for what it said about both of them being each other's type even if it didn't work out.

I also cackled like a hyena at Holga's halfling fetish while also finding it rather sweet and enjoyed imagining all the reasons why she might have that preference lol

As a basic Drizzt Do'Urden loving bitch, I squeed when I saw Icewind Dale on the map. Then I had a moment between that and the Underdark of wondering, "Am I gonna see him? Even in the distance? Am I going to see my first love, Drizzt Do'Urden??"

And then I realized: the Paladin. The Paladin is Drizzt. Only good person who came out of a nation destroyed by evil. Too good for this world, too pure, to the point of being sanctimonious but is also a hottie. Xenk is Drizzt.

Oh, I also squeed when I saw the Underdark.

I appreciated how knowledge of D&D improved certain story beats (like the gelatinous cube or the displacer beast) but wasn't required to enjoy the plot. That's how references should be done.

The most agonizingly cringe moment for me was when Holga was dying. Just. I appreciated the beat. It couldn't go any other way. They delivered on their set up with the tablet, the only question was ever, "Who besides his wife is going to get saved with it?" And it made perfect sense who it was. I'm glad they didn't try to pull a fast one. But the scene was like... 10 seconds too long of her dying for me to not roll my eyes. We know you're going to use the tablet on her, dipshit, please keep this moving.

BUT I think the reason they did it was to land a sincere moment with the daughter, and I appreciated that. I think the scene could have been improved by Holga being like, "Don't you fucking dare use that tablet on me!" and then smacking him when he did it anyway and then he'd have to explain that he set out to save his daughter's mother, not his wife, who has passed on, etc etc. but I'm not sure that would have been much better so maybe the drawn-out opera death scene and the sincerity was better in the end idk.

I KINDA wanted to see the actors as the players playing D&D BUT I know why they didn't and it was a wise choice, it undermines the drama too much to say it doesn't matter because it's a game. Maybe if instead they'd should the characters playing D&D in universe as normal humans? Idk

I thought there'd be more Xenk? I thought he'd be in the arena with them? A little bummed but I also loved his GM NPC energy.

The combat and camera work was great! Genuinely enjoyable and well made, I appreciated the artistry that went into it.

Loved the bardic distraction scene for truly capturing the chaos of a D&D party's attempt at breaking and entering

Loved the portals bit for truly capturing the strategy and planning that can go into a functioning D&D campaign's clever heist, even if I'm sure it would have taken 5 sessions to plot out IRL

Honestly, it was just a fun, solid film! It's been a while since I've seen such a fun, solid film! I would buy it and put it on in the background to just enjoy and not angst over it! It was worth the price of admission, it was faithful to the spirit of D&D instead of sneering at it the way the early 2000s one did, and I had a good time! It wasn't the highest of art but it would have been weird if it had been! I liked it a lot!

[madrone33]

Some of my fav lines/melodies in EPIC The Musical.

(In no particular order. Also this is not a completely list, just the ones I'm thinking of currently. Also also it's 1:30 am so soz if there's spelling mistakes :D)

*gentle, concern* (Po-li-tes! Po-li-tes!) What keeps you up so late at night, myyy friend?

(Aphro-diii-te~) *disinterest, sneer* Your little high and miiighty~ Odysseus.

*soft, longing, adoring* She's my everything... My... Pe-ne-lo-pe...

*absolutely done with this shit, passive agressive to the max* Everybody listen closely. See how this bag is closed: that's how it's supposed to be.

*so bored, plaintive* It's just me, myself and I. STUCK IN MY BEDROOM-

*disdain, pissed* You are the worst kind of good, 'cause you're NOT. EVEN. GREAT!

*mocking, amused* Tell me. Odysseus~

*smooth temptation, sly* Here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her onnnn... You must consume and digest it then you'll manifest a BEING of your cre-a-tion!

*scorn, dark rage, snarl* You don't think I know my own palace? I BUILT IT!

*mocking smile* En-lighten me... King of Ith-a-ca.

*grinning, excited, pshh* Nah! Don't be modest! I know you're a goddess! So let's be honest- You are ATHENA!! (Athena!) Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best stra-ta-gies we've seen!

*smooth, persuasive, cunning* Have a drink! One sip and you'll un-der-stand- the power that's in your hands! A wine so fresh, you'd never wanna eat hu-man flesh a-gain!

*grim, fierce* And if we're defeated they're good as dead! Straight ahead! That is who we're fighting. (PO-LY-PHE-MUS!)

*damning, cold* This-is-the-son-of-none-o-ther-than Troy's very own Prince. Hec-tor.

*rage, bitter, snarl* The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them. Re-member us! Re-member ME.

*proud, dark, spite* I'm the reigning King of Ithaca! (electric guitar goes hard!!!)

*tired, disappointed, cynical* That's what we'd get with o-pen arms.

*determined, upbeat* ... Lotus eaters~ [Dies Irae forshadowing RIP]

*aching, exhausted, longing* Who longs to see his wife. I long to see my fa-mi-ly! I long to see Peneeelope!

*exhaused, hopeful, adoring* and I'm getting closer to youuu! (Pene-lo-pe...) I can't wait to make some new me-mor-ies! (Tele-ma-chus...) Time for me to be the father I never was!

*dark promise, intent, soft* ... Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die. Get in the water.

*awe, gentle, hopeful* Twenty years we've wandered, but today you're not alooone... MY SON I'M FINALLY HOME! [Crying]

*smirk, condescending, challenging* FIGHT, LITTLE WOLF, FIGHT! Wanna entertain me?

*bitter, spite, hurt* This way! You get what'chu waaanted. This way! You can save. Your. Time! Thiiis way. You close the door, and have your damn GOOD-BYE!

*impatient, clever, smug smirk* I-al-ready-know-your-tac- tics! When-you-swallow-you-a- ttack with.

*cold, malicious* Forty-three left, under your command.

*darkly amused smirk, sly* No I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer. No I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah!

*smooth, charming, faux deferent* Lllady of the Paaalace! Sorry that I aaask this, but I hope that I've been mis-in-formed.

*pleading, tired, entreating* So I beg you, Circe. Graaant us mercy. And let us puppets, leaaave...

*triumphant?* Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer... MO-O-O-O-RE! (No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer! No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer, oh!)

*desperate, dark, dread* What if I'm the- (MON-STERRR!) Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves... (MON-STERRR!)

*depair, gritted teeth* When does the rea-son become the bl-ame?

*desperate, despair, begging* I'd rather bleed for ya! I'm on my knees for ya! I'm begging please! (Oh, this is the will of the GODS!) ... Please, don't make me do this! Don't make me do this!

*snarling roar, bitter fury* GIVE UP YOUR HONOUR AND FAIIITH!

*warm, light, earnest* And so I think mayyy-be! If liiife didn't go as planned. Mayyy-be! You miiight wanna lend a hand! I don't think he'll miiind! If not his friend, then miiine!

*amused, mocking* To untie apprehensions, that were placed on that Greeeek?

*dry, tired, sceptical* If your plan's so great, then why'd you waiiit to say it? *pause, smirk* Well it's a li-ttle bit ✨DANGEROUS✨ my friend!

*delight, dark, snarl* There you are. Coward.

*desperate hope* Ohhh, could it be! Some kiiind of sign! That MY world IS all A-bout TO change?

*adoring, awe* Peneee-lo-peeee! Oh, how I missed you, my darling, my love!

*hurting, confused, scared* This re-sentment brims with pain! Someone tell me whyyy! Instead of strength, I've oceans in my eyes...

*fucking done, incredulous, distrusting* Is this some kind of trick? Pretending I can go? Because if so you're sick. My heart's already bro-ken. I'm tired of this! And I've run out of sym-pathy.

*intone, dismissive, harsh* If no-body hurts you, be SILENT! (Ody motif, he's deffo smirking here)

*smitten, adoring* 'Cause in my DAR-kest dayyys! Penelope's my driiive!

*tired, hesitant, quiet* ... Greet the world with o-pen arms...

*soft, warm* I only took the blow so you could live! WHOA!!

*bombastic* (HERA!!) Soooo many heroes! Soooo many taaales! Give me one good rea-son! Why yours should prevaaail!

*feral grin, challenge, declare* So ohhh BRING it on! I'm not dying here, I'm still fighting here!

*longing, loving, promise* Pe-ne-lopeee... Pe-ne-lopeee... And Tele-ma-chus! I fight for us! I fight for uuus!

*proud* And all he ever lived was the life of a legend! A life that was EPIC.

AHHHHHH I love it all so much!!!!