#Matt your Hufflepuff is showing

[priniya]

🌌 TOO MANY NIGHTS

synopsis. theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend.

notes. theodore nott x riddle!reader. reader is a hufflepuff! pls, let’s pretend you’re 12 when u get to hogwarts xoxo, just for the plot

theodore nott had always been fascinated by how many differences there were between his best friend mattheo and mattheo’s younger sister. while mattheo wanted to fight anyone, who just scrunched their nose at him, you would rather have your nose broken, so the other person wouldn’t have to go through that pain. while mattheo could be consider as the grumpy (their oldest sibling obviously being the grumpier), you held the tilte of the sunshine.

theo believed it suited you. ever since the three of you were kids, mattheo had his best friend grow protective of you in the same way he had, looking out for you even if you didn’t want it. however, whenever it was nott making your blood boil with some nonsense — you couldn’t get as mad at him as you’d get at your brother. it’s because he’s not my brother, he’s theo, you’d always tell yourself. the truth was that as much as you wanted, you could never be angry with him.

the same thing continued when you started hogwarts. although, you could feel the shifting of your friendship with theo. maybe it all started to happen, because you were growing up, or maybe it was meant to be like that. anyways — you found yourself dreaming of your childhood friend in situations… that made you blush profusely whenever you walked passed him. it was complicating things so much you tried to push it aside, nevertheless to no avail.

“you like him.” a friend of yours joked, when you confessed your thoughts about theo, and… even if gabriela said it in a joking way, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right.

turns out, she was.

it was all revealed, when another older friend of yours asked you out to the yule ball, and you had to watch theo having fun with daphne greengrass as well as their own group of friends that you weren’t a part of. did it sting? like hell. should’ve you expected it? absolutely. some would say — you should wait for the moment, when he asks you to the ball, but you knew you were just matt’s little sister in his eyes. a mere childhood friend he used to play with when he was younger, though all that ended the second he (and your brother) got his letter, from this moment on theodore nott was a serious, adult man.

few years later, when the slytherins were throwing a party in celebration of mattheo’s eighteen birthday, as his sister, you got an invitation. as much as you loved your brother, you definitely weren’t a big party person — you’d rather spend your time in the smaller group of people, chilling to the muggle music and maybe get high. nonetheless, it was your sibling’s birthday and you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you didn’t show up.

to be fair, matt’s celebration was one of the first slytherin parties you ever attended, and from all the rumors coating its mysterious aura, your expectations were pretty high.

gabriela, the friend of yours, whom you confided in having a small crush on theo, apparently never forgotten that conversation and decided to ‘spice your night a tad’, her exact words. she lent you a fitted, emerald, silky dress that ended slightly above your knee, she did your make up and gave a nose kiss for good luck.

for the first two and a half hour of the party, you couldn’t really catch a glimpse of the boy you were looking for, so your attention were turned towards plan b, which was getting wasted — and maybe meeting someone to get your brother’s best friend off your mind. so as i said, two and a half hour later, you were much more eccentric, bubbly, and definitely more ray of sunshine, caused by the loads of alcohol you put in yourself.

“teddy!” you exclaimed with a grin as you swiftly made your way towards where he was sitting in the corner of the room. a cigarette in his hand, few of his first buttons undone, a smirk lingering on his lips, although it was gone the second he saw you, being replaced with a genuine, but almost unnoticeable smile.

“riddle.” he replied. the corners of his lips went slightly upwards as your hands were wrapped around him, right after you plopped down on the couch next to him. “drunk?” theo asked, his head tilted to the side to get a better view of your flushed face.

“never.” a giggle slipped past your lips. you leaned more on him, serving him another one of your charming beams. “can i have a hypothetical question?”

“hypothetical?” he echoed your words, suppressing a laugh in attempt to not hurt your drunken feelings. “sure, riddle. go on.” nott added upon seing you nod your head.

“could you give me one of your cigarettes?” you grinned once again, putting all effort into a pleading puppy expression you thought you’ve mastered. his answers made you uncertain about your manipulation/daddy’s girl skills.

once again, theodore fought back a chuckle, putting on a teasing smirk. “no.”

“teddy!”

“what? wasn’t it hypothetical?” he snickered, watching you groan theatrically, lowering yourself on the green sofa. it took him a moment to ease your needs and pull out a package of muggle cigarettes that made you raise your eyebrow in curiosity at him. “they’re the best, believe me.” he mumbled with a cigarette in between his lips.

soon after, he tugged you closer after having looked around to see if mattheo was out of sight. as soon as his nerves were settled and your brother was nowhere to be found, theo’s fingers were wrapped around the lighter he bought in second year. the asshole he was, it felt like he was lighting it up for so long you were about to turn eighty. his gaze was instantly focused on your eyes. butterflies were slowly erupting in your stomach with each second he slacked off to light it.

somehow, you two parted your ways few minutes later, ending the sparkling moment between you two with a quick and rash kiss on nott’s cheek, a little too close to his lips for your brother’s liking, too far for yours.

although, the separation didn’t last too long. at least for him, because, when you met him again, you were drunk out of your mind, giggling at every single word someone said to you. good thing theo’s gut feeling told him to look after you.

you were stumbling over your own feet, stuttering at easiest words until you finally landed in paradise— or just his arms. accidentally, but you could cross it out from your checklist, not that you had one.

“hiya.” a soft smile made its way onto your face as he tightened the grip on your waist, not because you smiled so charmingly at him, but also because some older dudes that occupied his previous spot was busy undressing you with their eyes.

if you weren’t mattheo’s little sister, he’d probably try to get you to agree to have a quick round in his round, hell — maybe not even that quick, he could spend an entire night with a girl like you. unfortunately, the reality was different. he could never take an advantage of you, you were too… you and theodore nott liked that too much to just… ruin it.

“what’re you doing?” you asked, frowning as he picked you up and turned towards the staircase. “teddy– put me down, please.” the words left your lips in a slurred manner, but theodore didn’t budge, not even once.

the teenager obeyed your request the moment he walked through the door to his dormitory that was shared with mattheo. theodore sat you on his bed, his green eyes scanning your face intently, while you stiffled a laughter. as a result, you got a confused expression from him. “what?” he asked.

“you’re so pretty.” a soft mumble left your mouth. it had always been hard to catch theodore nott off guard, mostly because he was an intelligent and cunning person, who always noticed the bigger picture, predict the intentions before someone even opened their mouth, yet you did it. if your mind wasn’t so clouded with alcohol, you’d count it as a small win.

anyway, theo didn’t let your words get too much of a hold on him as he silently continued to undress you. as wrong as it sounds, he was doing you a simple favour — nott wanted to bring you comfort and safety, so he dragged you to his dorm and began unzipping your dress, leaving you in your underwear.

it took the boy all the possible strength he had in himself to control all the urges he just felt. it would be so wrong if he got hard just from the mere sight of the goddess sitting in front of him, with pouty lips and a baffled expression caused by his lack of response to her compliment.

“teddy?” you tried getting his attention once again, involuntarily scrapping off the polish of your nails as your eyes rested on his back, watching him shuffle through his closet to find you a comfortable pyjama.

to be fair, theo absolutely loathed the nickname. teddy reminded him of a child he used to be, a child with a loving mother, who would always call him that exact nickname. it wasn’t too much of a hassle, because no one called him that — until you did and it seemed like you couldn’t get rid of it from your vocabulary. somehow, it never bugged him when you did it. the way ‘teddy’ rolled off your tongue always gave him some sort of warm feeling in his stomach.

“mm?” your brother’s best friend muttered, his back still facing you. seconds later, he’s again in front of you, nudging you yet so slightly, so you put your hands above your head. “what is it, y/n/n?” he used the nickname you haven’t heard in a while, causing a literal war in your abdomen.

“could you kiss me?” for barely a second, his brain stopped functioning. he stopped in his tracks, oversized t–shirt still in his hands, all that until he decided to spare your embarrassment the next day and acted like he didn’t just hear what he heard. he was foolish for thinking that a sight of you almost naked and not getting a hard–on was the worst part of his night. now, theodore’s brain was filled with images of you two making out, and… it’s tough.

wordlessly, he finally put the shirt on you, nudging you afterwards, worry was still vividly lingering on his face as he watched you getting comfortable. “i’ll be right here.” nott murmured, grabbing a pillow, laying down on the floor. theo on one side of his bed, the bucket he brought you in case throwing up on the other.

both of you knew that he could go back downstairs, maybe even hook–up with some girl and spend the night at her dorm, just like mattheo did. nevertheless, he stayed there right with you.

it was further in the night, when you woke up and noticed that he still occupied his spot on the floor next to the bed. a pang of guilt hit you (as well as the pounding in your head) as you stared at his peaceful state.

merlin, theodore faustus nott was today times’ adonis and you felt like you could just spend the rest of the night gawking at how insanely beautiful he was. you could barely resist the urge to run your hand through his dark curls.

“you know i can feel you’re staring, riddle?” theo chuckled with his eyes still closed. shit. at least it was dark enough, so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. “somethin’ bothering you?” he asked, giving you a concerned look.

“sleep on the bed, please?” you pleaded. he was about to refuse, when you continued. “i know you don’t want to kiss me, but it breaks my heart seeing you suffer there, when there’s enough room for two people here.” the words coming out of your mouth are quiet. the embarrassment and absurdity of this whole situation got to you — if you just didn’t ask him to kiss you, he’d probably sleep in the bed with you, but you obviously had to ruin it.

“y/n/n, i want to kiss you.” he said, his tone matching yours. “but i can’t, you know it. mattheo would kill me the second he knew.” theo knew he shouldn’t but the urge was too great to resist, so he placed his hands on your knees, reducing the distance between the two of you.

“matt doesn’t have to know.” a whispers left your lips as you leaned an inch closer, brushing the tip of your nose against theo’s. “teddy, please.” you pleaded, staring at him with urgency in your eyes.

it took theodore half a second to consider his options. he could’ve refused and regret it afterwards, but stay alive or he could’ve just kissed you and maybe get into a heated argument with mattheo. so… a voice in his head said fuck it and kissed you with all those feelings he’s had in him.

you could feel your entire world stop the second his lips fell on yours with urgency and passion. it was all you ever dreamed of, he was the guy who was your last thought before sleep and the first after waking up. a silly, childhood crush that developed over the years into… something you couldn’t describe. theodore nott had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing it — if he asked you to jump into a fire pit for a longing glance, you wouldn’t think about it twice and jump.

your fingers were tangled in his curls as he, without breaking the kiss, leaned more towards you, until your back hit the fabric of his sheets. to be completely honest, you felt like your stomach was about to be ripped apart just from the proximity between the two of you.

the kiss lasted way longer than you expected. it could’ve been hours, but you could never been sure. his lips were just inches apart, when he pulled away yet so slighty, letting out a groan as you nudged the tip of your nose again his.

“you don’t even know how much i wanted to do that.” his words were quiet. “matt will kill me, won’t he?” a low chuckle espaced his throat qs you let out a groan in response.

“could you stop mentioning my brother and just kiss me, nott?”

[colorthecosmos444]

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[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

hiiiii matt matty boy!! centaurus, hydra, pulsar and supernova for the space asks please 😘🌟✌

!! HI KAM THANK U YOU WONDERFUL BEAN!!!

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

asdfghjkl this is gonna sound bad but I don’t actually… have one?? We don’t really celebrate many and our traditions have kind of worn down over the years. Maybe Easter literally just because Easter chocolate tastes better than normal chocolate!! :D why do I have the feeling I’m going to end up like Scrooge PFFFT

Hydra: Favourite sound?

Can’t go wrong with rain :’) also my chickens make the CUTEST beeping noises in the WHOLE WORLD and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years?

Love I don’t know what I want to do in the next ten minutes. X’D

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die?

take over the world Hug all the dogs. All of them. Every single one on the planet. And then all the space dogs too. All the dogs.

send me space questions?

[hellskitchenswhore]

#love (Volume 2)

A Brush With The Law by @coalix - You're a cop in Hell's Kitchen and dating Matt Murdock

Wanting by @coalix - You're the secretary for Nelson & Murdock, then Elektra shows up. #angst, #idiots in love, #idiots to lovers

"I can't lose you, too." by @leossmoonn - You're hurt in the hospital, but it's all going to be okay

Dancing by @briefcasejuice

Formed Within A Storm by @briefcasejuice - #idiots in love

Let Me by @softlikesilkchiffon - matt patches up vigilante!reader

Halo Not Included by @undiscovered-horizon

Pieces of You by @undiscovered-horizon

Irked by @hart269 - Matt is annoyed as a guy hits on you

bruises by @goldustwomun - You comfort matt after a long night, #love and #stitches

"Calmed" by @mydevilofhellskitchen - You couldn't ever sleep whilst he was out

Home With You by @cellophaine - Matts a supportive boyfriend through your shitty job

"You're more than a fling." by @pedrito-friskito

Daybed by @cellophaine - married life with Matt

"I would do anything for you" by @pedrito-friskito - friends to lovers, savior!matt

kid, jackass, love & beauty, faith, imagine by @literaila - Reader is Frank Castle's younger sibling

Tracking the Devil by @mattmurdocksscars - enhanced!Reader saves Matt when he's chained up by the Punisher, splash of #angst

A Normal Day by @cellophaine - A small party for Matt's birthday

Matt x Introverted!Fem!Reader by @peterman-spideyparker

Genesis by @itwasthereaminuteago - Matt's loved you from the beginning, #religious imagery

Quiet Love by @murdocks-devil - quiet domestic moments on a sleepy rainy night

Loving You Is Easy by @peterman-spideyparker - soft and tender love with a #proposal thrown in

So This is Love by @coalix - Matt asks you to move in, #fluff

"I love you." by @mvtthewmurdvck - Those 3 words slip during an argument

reciprocum by @murdocks-devil - Matt Murdock is a giver

Catch The Wind by @kaylaxwrites - You've known Matt since childhood and he pushes you away to protect you. Meanwhile, you develop a relationship with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen that puts you in danger, #angst and #torture

aere perennius by @saintmurd0ck - matt's love for you can only be described as aere perennius, or more lasting than bronze, #poetry

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea - a #stitches fic, #poetry

the hand that strikes by @saintmurd0ck - an ode to Matt's hands, #poetry

For as long as you'd let me by @fulmis - You and Matt have been ignoring your feelings until you start dating someone else

right where you left me by @goldustwomun - You meet Matt once a year, every year. #smut

A Full Sentence by @letterfromvienna - Matt doesn't know what he did to deserve you, a little #angst

Dating Foggy's introverted sister by @marvelswh0re

Familiar Senses by @leahsficemporium - Matt could find you anywhere in Hell's Kitchen

Lighter by @abbyhaslongshorts - Sunday mornings in church before and after Matt

Both Sides by @mvtthewmurdvck - Matt finds you stitching yourself up in his bathroom and it prompts a confession

perhaps love by @alrighty-matty - 5 times Matt didn't realize he was in love with you and 1 time he did, #fluff

Pretty Eyes by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff - In the two years you've known him, you've never seen Matt's eyes, #idiots in love

I deserve you, and you deserve me by @ktheartsdaredevil - Matt comes home after a night on patrol, #fluff

Matt x lawyer!reader by @mattmurdockspainkink - You make your case for Matt to stay home tonight

how you get the girl by @rosemaremembrance - Matt realizes he made a mistake letting you go, #the reveal, #smut

upstairs by @mvtthewmurdvck - matt walks you home from the bar

"Can I have this dance?" by @saintmurd0ck - a small moment

On the Other Side by @eiressofinspirationwrites - matt's benched and you come home with serious wounds, #vigilante!reader

please don't be mad by @chvoswxtch - Matt's involvement with Elektra has you questioning everything w/ a big fight and lots of #angst and #smut

Starlight by @fandom-imagines-stories - You're coping with trauma and where you fit in matt's life, #angst

Nights, to Morning Kisses by @mvtthewmurdvck - figuring out what you are together after stitching him up

"If I'm lucky." by @grippingbeskar - You boss asks you out for a drink

Stitched Up by @silversweetpea - You make a jacket for the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, so much #fluff

Don't Blame Me by @mattmurdockspainkink - Matt's had a rough week and he tries not to take it out on you... until he does; #angst, #smut, #comfort, #depressed!matt

[comfortwriting]

A Triwizard Baby Part 4 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 4 of my ‘Triwizard Baby’ mini-series, please read Parts 1, 2, and 3 if you haven’t already. Want to be tagged? Let me know!

Warnings: Swearing, Mention vomiting, and food/eating.

"Girls" you sighed, watching them finally stop jumping on their beds and dropping their pillows "There's something I need to tell you."

You and Angelina shared a glance, she knew and so did you - you were finally ready, to tell the truth. Hiding this - hiding the truth about you and Fred had caused you enough pain, and the longer you decided to hide this, the worse the pain would get.

"What is it?" Katie asked, already concerned, no longer giggly or excitable.

Staring and picking at your fingernails, you finally looked each of your friends in the eyes, your heart thumping in your chest with each breath.

"I'm ready to tell you" you sighed again "who the father is."

They all stayed silent except Matt's little sister, "who is it?" she asked quietly.

"Fred," you blurted out, unable to hide his name for much longer "Fred Weasley is the father."

"I've told you" Fred hissed "don't bloody speak to me!" he stormed in front of George, stamping his feet, furious his backstabbing brother would dare to even speak to him.

Fred was exhausted from sleeping in the room of requirement alone and no one to talk to, he was pissed off with his brother, frustrated that you weren't his and that everyone around him avoided him as if he had a curse. For the first time in his life, he left as if he had run out of luck.

George grabbed him by the arm "Freddie, please-"

"No!" Fred shoved George's grip off him "You're jealous, you always have been."

George opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't get a word in.

"You always have been, every girl I've been with, you've chased after when I'm done with them. You can't stand the fact I fucked her, and you've rubbed it in my face that you've knocked her up!" Fred's voice cracked "And I told you, I loved her!"

"Fred, I-"

"Do me a favour, Georgie, don't speak a word to me at the baby shower, unless you want a crib smashed against your stupid head!"

"Keep those eyes closed!" Angelina grinned, her hands covering your eyes as she walked you through the rented restaurant covered in banners, balloons, a buffet table and presents.

"I am!" you smirked, feeling slightly nervous, smelling the mouth-watering fruit juices and pies.

"Okay," Angelina smiled, removing her hands "open in three, two, one!"

Opening your eyes you looked across the huge room, your friends were all huddled together with party poppers, yelling "Surprise!" and pulling the string, confetti shooting across the room, Fred sat alone across the room, trying his hardest to show support and be happy for you, but his heartbreak was breaking through his persona better than he thought.

You were bombarded with presents for you and the baby: the new crib, clothes, socks, bottles, nappies, monitors, teddy bears, and blankets - you unwrapped everything which brought the biggest smile to your face and tears of happiness to your eyes.

Everyone made bets on whether you would have a girl or a boy, what time and day they would be born on, and how long the labour would be. Even you had to admit, you were having a good time and for the first time in a while, the smile on your face was genuine, not forced.

After hours of present opening, games, bets, and food, you and the girls cleaned up the confetti, empty plates and scrunched up wrapping paper. Fred slowly approached you and tapped you on the shoulder, turning around to look at him, your heart pained.

Tell him, everyone knows but him, just tell him!

"Freddie-"

"Y/N, can I have a moment?" he murmured.

The girls looked at the two of you standing in the middle of the room, they exchanged looks and nodded, leaving to give you both some privacy.

"I wanted to give this to you in private," Fred said softly, handing you a large faux dragon scale photo album "I ran out of time to wrap it, was up all night finishing it."

You stared down at the photo album and opened it, your heartbreaking with each turn of the page. Pictures of you and Fred throughout the years, followed by his little notes of when and where the picture was taken until you flicked to the empty pages, you stared up at him.

Tell him, now is a perfect time-

"Fred, please-"

"The blank pages are to fill with pictures of us and the baby," he said softly "that's if the father won't mind."

George entered the room again, not knowing his brother was still there.

"Y/N, I was thinking-" he stopped in his tracks, looking at his brother's face dropping.

"Congratulations, again." Fred walked away, pushing past his brother and out the door.

"They are Braxton Hicks, my dear." Madame Pomfrey waved her hand, helping you to your feet in the hospital wing.

Your hand rested on your bump "I'm sorry, what?"

After your little moment with Fred, your womb contracted and relaxed, disturbing your baby, causing it to lash out and kick against your tummy in discomfort from the contractions. You were frightened and sure you were going into labour and George rushed you to the hospital wing.

"Is she going to be okay?" George asked nervously.

"False labour pains" she replied "and if you go to the tournament tonight you'll be experiencing more of them!" she stressed.

"I can assure you I won't be doing backflips," you grumbled, "surely it will be safer for me if I sit down."

Madame Pomfrey held her nose up in the air, feeling slightly defeated "I can't stop you from going, but as long as you're sitting down and surrounded by a responsible group of friends, I don't see why you can't go."

"I'll take good care of her, I swear."

"Your brother couldn't!" Madame Pomfrey hissed "she's in this mess because of him, and I better not see you two back in here until that baby is ready!"

The loud band played along as everyone got seated high up in the stands, the girls on your left, and George on your right, you held onto his hand, still on edge from the sudden Braxton Hicks. You rested your head against his shoulder, Fred stared at the back of your head, his hands bunched into fists, regretting his decision to sit towards the back.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, Fleur had failed, Krum evidently had too - now - it was between Cedric and Harry, the champion being a Hogwarts student was certain, but still, undecided whether that champion would belong to Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, like many others in the stands, your fingers and toes were crossed for Harry taking the win.

Out of nowhere, Cedric came stumbling out of the maze, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, his shirt sticking to him and his hair ruffled, scratches across his delicate face. He crouched down, clearly out of breath, but so startled and shaken up that he was shaking and green in the face.

The crowd jumped to their feet, cheering for Harry and Gryffindor, holding their red banners and waving their flags in the air whilst Syltherin scowled and hid their faces in their hands.

"We need to go and see if he's alright!" Angelina panicked hearing Cho shriek, the girls got on their feet and hurried down the stairs, running out to Cedric who was now on his hands and knees on the grass, throwing up.

"Well, are you coming!?" Angelina asked George, holding out her hand.

George looked at you, he didn't want to leave you on your own and you knew it.

"Go," you reassured him "I'll be okay."

You watched Cedric gain the courage to speak, you tried to lip read but he was too far away for you to even make out a single word, but whatever he had said panicked the cheering girls and proud lads because now they were muttering, whispering and all appeared to be frightened and anxious, no longer in the mood to celebrate Harry's win.

Katie who didn't leave you behind shot a scowl at Fred who continued to stare at you, she moved closer to you whilst Angelina and George hurried back, horror across their faces.

"What's happened?" you panicked.

"It's Harry" George frowned "The cup, it was a portkey and he's gone, Cedric said-"

Angelina nudged George with her elbow, glaring at him and shaking her head "not now, George."

"No, what is it?" you demanded.

Just as George announced the news that the dark lord had returned, you felt major discomfort and a dull ache in your back and lower abdomen, along with the pressure that increased in your pelvic, you gripped onto your bump and winced.

"George!" you panicked "It's happening!"

The father of your baby watched as you went into labour, Katie and Angelina helped you to your feet as George hurried over to Madame Pomfrey, everyone around you started to panic and gave you all the room you needed to evacuate safely back into the hospital wing - the one place you didn't want to end up twice in one day.

Leaving you behind, George stared up at Fred who was sat as still as a statute, if you weren't going to tell him, George had to, he wouldn't allow his brother to miss the birth of his child.

George stumbled over to his brother and shook him angrily "I don't want to bloody argue but listen to me!"

"George, I told you-"

"You're the dad, alright!" George yelled, "She's having your baby, you need to get to the hospital wing now!"

"What are you on about?" Fred argued, not believing the word "are you seriously-"

"Think back to the party when you played truth or dare! Think for Merlin's sake!"

Fred shut his mouth and suddenly, his world began to spin so fast his heart could've stopped.

“I want you.” you breathed, pulling away from the kiss “I want you to fuck me like you do everyone else.”

“I want you too” Fred replied, taking your hand and fleeing from the party.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Fred asked, pulling away from your breasts.

“Yes,” you breathed out, slurring slightly “I’m ready Freddie.”

The memories suddenly flashed before his eyes, the sight of your naked body beneath his, the two of you climaxing, Fred pulling out and falling into your arms, only to wake up the next morning in an empty bed that smelled of your hair and perfume. It reminded Fred that he had forgotten to put a condom on, George wasn't lying, he is the father of your child.

Fred's eye widened and he bolted from his brother, shoving everyone aside and sprinting for his life to the hospital wing, no one and nothing could stop him now.

The doors of the hospital wing swung open, laying in your bed, tears rolled down your face as the contractions worsened, Madame Pomfrey urging you to keep pushing. Fred pulls out a chair and sits beside you, holding your hand, comforting you, kissing your forehead and encouraging you.

You opened your mouth to speak: you wanted to say sorry, to tell him you loved him, you wanted to explain everything all at once, but you were unable to - the pain increasing, causing you to scream out, tears rolling down your face.

"Almost there Y/N, you're crowning!" Madame Pomfrey announced.

Fred planted another kiss on your sweaty forehead "keep pushing sweetheart," he said softly "you're doing so bloody well!"

Within a few moments, the sound of your babies cries rang out through the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey placed the baby in your arms, encouraging you to sit back and relax - but you couldn't you still had the urge to push.

"I need to push again, "you cried, gritting your teeth "I'm not done!"

Madame Pomfrey's mouth dropped, causing her to take the baby from your arms and handing the newborn to Fred.

"What's going on?" Fred panicked, gripping onto his child, already feeling the protectiveness kick in.

"There's another baby..."

"She's having twins?!"

Fred held the elder newborn in his arms whilst the younger and smaller newborn rested in yours, both of them just like their father; a full head of ginger hair.

"They're yours." you croaked, your. throat sore from all the screaming and crying.

Fred smiled, tears forming in his eyes as he rocked the baby in his arms "I know, they look just like me... their hairs..."

"I'm so sorry, Freddie, I didn't tell you because... because I didn't know what to do, you're my best friend and I've had feelings for you since the beginning and I felt as if you didn't feel the same, I thought that me forcing a child upon you would... would ruin what we had."

"Of course I feel the same," Fred replied "I just didn't know if you did."

The two of you went silent for a moment, the twins sleeping -  they were exhausted from being brought into the world earlier than expected.

"Do you still feel the same?" you asked Fred, staring into his pride-filled brown eyes.

He nodded "Yeah, do you?"

Everything you had ever wanted finally arrived, the children you were carrying - so eager and excited to meet, and the man of your dreams, finally on the same page as you - who had been in love with you for all this time.

You looked down at the baby in your arms and then back up at Fred, "I do too."

"Shall we have a fresh start?" Fred smiled "As parents and that."

You broke out into a light laugh and smiled "I'd like that, Freddie. I'd like that a lot."

There was another silence, it felt as if the world was sleeping.

"So, when can we make another one?" Fred winked.

"When we graduate from Hogwarts!-"

"Next year?" he raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't let me finish! We need to graduate, get stable jobs and have a house with enough room!"

"So next year then?" Fred smirked, still cradling the baby.

Your furrowed your brows, unsure whether or not he was bluffing.

"Okay then, since you're all confident, let's make a bet." You smirked back.

"If I win, we make another baby, if you win... we get married," Fred said softly as the baby opened his eyes and let out a cry.

"Alright," you agreed, taking your baby from Fred, trying to breastfeed "but what is your obsession with making another one?" you asked, "we've just had twins!"

Mr and Mrs Weasley were slowly approaching the hospital wing, George following not far behind.

"Yeah, which I've only just found out are mine!"

The hospital wing doors opened, Molly and Arthur standing in the doorway, staring at you, their son, and their grandchildren.

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Lovey-dovey valentines | G.W.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

summary: Being in a relationship with George while you’re at Hogwarts, the two of you spend Valentine’s Day together.

word count: 2602

warnings: mentions of food and eating

a/n: this was supposed to come out for valentines but oh well!

tags:  @izzyyy-1 ; @amourtentiaa ; @thisismynerdyself ; @pxroxide-prinxcesss ; @lumos-barnes ; @hufflepuffalice ; @slytherclawbitch ;  @hufflepuff5972 ;  @pandaxnienke ; @harrysweasleys ; @ickle-ronniekins ; @whizboingies​

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„Y/N!! Y/N, wait up..!” you heard Harry call from behind you, as you reached the moving staircase. You turned around immediately and waited for him, confused about the urgency in the tone of his voice. You were slightly worried he had some new trouble again.

“Hi,” you greeted, once he caught up, breathing a bit heavily. “You alright?” “Brilliant,” he nodded, smiling a bit awkwardly. You began walking together in the direction of your common room. “I, uhm- I think-… I just accidentally asked Cho out on a date.”

You snorted quietly with amusement, wondering how one can do such a thing accidentally. “Or maybe it was her who asked me out, I don’t know…” he mumbled. “She sort of mentioned that the next Hogsmeade weekend falls on Valentines Day and then it kind of happened…” “But that was the goal, wasn’t it?” you interrupted, “ You wanted to go out with Cho?” “Yeah, yeah, I did. I mean, I do.” “Good for you then,” you congratulated your friend and continued walking in comfortable silence as you suspected a million thoughts flooded his mind right now.

The thought of love day approaching got you thinking as well.

You and George have been in a relationship for months now, but this would be your first valentine’s day together. Your relationship was quite serious for your age, you thought. From the very beginning, you were crazy for each other. After a few months, you said your first ‘I love you’, being more certain of it than anything else in your life.

George was leading you to the hospital wing, holding your hand tightly, yet a bit stiffly. His jaw was clenched and he hasn’t said a word the whole way.

You had burnt your hand while practising potion making with an old friend of yours. A friend who, as George knew, used to have a crush on you before you were in a relationship. That was a sensitive topic, you rarely brought it up. George wouldn’t cause a scene over something like that, nor would he try to limit you, but you knew it bugged him.

“Are you upset because I was with Matt?”

Silence.

“How long is it going to keep upsetting you? You know he doesn’t matter, why are you still jealous?” you stopped walking. “How can I not be?!” he asked sincerely, raising his voice a bit in frustration and turned to face you.

“Because I love you, idiot!” you shouted. “I love you…” you repeated quietly, toning down as you realised what you said. The words that had been circling your mind for weeks, wanting to come out.

All trace of previous anger disappeared from his face as his expression softened and he looked into your eyes, looking for any sign of uncertainty. Your confession shocked him, so much so that his mind went blank and he stared at you in silence.

“Georgie..?” you whispered, your voice quivering a bit as his silence started worrying you in your vulnerable state.

He snapped out of his trance, blinking a few times.

“I love you. Like crazy,” he confessed breathily.

This was all you needed to hear as you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he hugged you back tightly around your middle, picking you up. “I love you,” you pressed a kiss to the side of his head and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “… with all my heart.”

Although you loved each other dearly and never failed to express your feelings to each other, a big part of your relationship was the friendship you shared. You had also developed a bit of an old married couple dynamic, especially around your group of friends. They even joked you two were the parents of the group – which applied sometimes, but most times you were just as irresponsible as the rest of your teenage friends.

You noticed George laughing and hanging out with his mates by the couches, he saw you right away. You smiled at him, motioning you would go up to your room to leave your things and change then come back.

When you walked down the stairs, George got up right away, walking up to you and took your hand in his. Knowing him, this meant he wanted to go upstairs to his room, eager to spend some time alone with you.

“Hi, bubs,” he leaned down to give you a quick kiss. “Had an okay day?” he asked, already leading you towards the stairs. “Yeah, uneventful but alright. You had any fun?” “Not as much as right now,” he replied cheekily.

When you reached his room, you got comfortable on George’s bed and chatted about your day. When the conversation hit a natural pause, your thoughts came back to valentines. You’ve never had the chance to properly celebrate that day before, except for getting an odd card or two. You also knew you were George’s first proper girlfriend, so you didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t even know if he liked the holiday.

“Do you have any plans for valentines?” you asked a bit out of the blue. George looked at you with a neutral expression and replied, “Yeah, I have a date, actually. This really nice Hufflepuff bloke asked me out,” he carried on, and you quickly realised that you should’ve phrased your question differently with him.

He chuckled at your eye-roll and pinched your waist playfully.

“I thought you liked surprises. If I answer your question, wouldn’t that ruin it - if I had anything planned?” “Not if you just said you were planning something. It would, however, prevent a situation where we both plan out the whole day for the other and clash terribly.” “Mhm, true, true…” he nodded. “Well, I haven’t planned anything yet. Have you?” “No.” “Okay, then…” he nodded, “ Is there anything you’d like to do?”

You thought for a moment, looking at your boyfriend’s face as he smiled at you.

“Can I have you to myself for the whole day?” you asked.

His smile only grew wider as his heart swelled from your pure love. He moved closer to you, his face centimetres away from yours. “You sure you want that?” He kissed you on the cheek and snuggled into your neck, adding, “morning till night-time?” “Yes, morning till night-time,” you replied with a giggle, squirming a bit from the sensation of his face pressed against your sensitive neck, where he started planting soft, delicate kisses.

 ———⁙⁙⁛♥⁛⁙⁘———

 On the morning of February 14th, you awoke with a jolt, the excitement of the holiday pushing your usual difficulties with getting out of bed away. Your roommates were still fast asleep, some even snoring quietly. You opened your eyes and pushed the curtains of your four-poster open quickly, then got up to see a gift bag and a bouquet of roses at the foot of the bed.

A smile broke out on your face at once and you could only hope George would be just as happy upon seeing a gift from you after waking up.

You couldn’t help but pick up the flowers first to inspect their beauty closer and run the tips of your fingers over the soft petals. With a flick of your wand, you conjured a glass vase onto your bedside table, filled it with water and put the bouquet in.

Inside the bag were some of your favourite sweets and a pinkish-white envelope. You put the sweets away for later, and picked up the envelope eagerly.

 Dear Y/N,

as you probably already know, I’m not the best at describing my feelings using words. After sitting down to write this I realised there just aren’t any good enough to describe my love for you.

Stick with me and I promise to show you.

I already can’t wait to see you.

Love you, always,

George

 You blinked away the tears collecting in your eyes, grinning like a fool at the piece of paper. You’d expected the note to be sweet, but it touched you beyond expectations.

You took a refreshing shower, did your morning routine and came back to your dorm room where the day has already started. Some of your roommates chirpy and energetic, some groggily crawling out of their beds. You put on the outfit you had picked out the previous evening and put a considerable amount of effort into your appearance – you really felt good.

Feeling giddy, you stepped out of your room and skipped down the spiralled steps quickly, hoping to find George already waiting for you in the common room.

He was sitting alone – Fred and Lee clearly still sleeping – on the rug in front of the fire. Lazily flicking his wand, he was making butterflies out of an old Daily Prophet, which then flew into the fire, disappearing in a mesmerising sight. George’s cheek was resting on his forearm, on one of his knees, with a slightly bored yet curious expression on his face. He was wearing a cardigan over a t-shirt and his hair was considerably less messy than usual – you smiled adoringly, that was him dressing up for you.

He heard your footsteps as you got closer and turned around, then jumped onto his feet, pocketing his wand. Beaming, he outstretched his arms to hug you.

“Good morning, Georgie,” you greeted before pressing your face into his chest, inhaling his scent, and you wrapped your arms tightly around him. “Hi, Darling,” he replied, leaning down, and you pulled away just enough to kiss.

“Happy valentines day,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead.

 You walked down to breakfast, hand in hand and settled down by the table. You noticed some of the food had a love-day twist to it, like heart-shaped toast.

“Have you thought about what you wanted to do, in more detail?” George asked you before taking a sip of his coffee. “Mmm, actually… I thought, maybe we could just go really cliché, you know? Like, do all those stereotypically-romantic things.” You played with the food on your plate a bit sheepishly, even though your request wasn’t that far-fetched and above all, you had no reason to be shy in front of George. “I want to do that with you,” you added, a bit quieter.

George didn’t answer for a moment, but took his fork with a bit of his food and put it in front of your lips. “Open up,” he instructed with a foolish grin. You looked at him and chuckled, but opened your mouth nonetheless.

Chewing, you bumped into his side playfully but thought to yourself, it really did taste better.

 ———⁙⁙⁛♥⁛⁙⁘———

 After lunch, it was time for most of the students to make their way to Hogsmeade. You and George lost the crowd after passing the school gates, you swayed your intertwined hands between the two of you excitedly.

You went on your usual Hogsmeade shop tour first, the necessary stops being Zonko’s for George’s mischief supplies and Honeydukes for some snacks for the two of you.

Walking along one of the side roads, giggling at one of your boyfriend’s jokes, you saw it.

The epitome of corny romance, in all its flowery and frilly glory – Madam Puddifoot’s.

You gasped audibly, making George stop talking. It took him a second to realise what you’ve been looking at, the tea shop usually being ignored by most.

“What?” he asked suspiciously, after adding two and two together. “We have to go in.” “We don’t have to do anything.” “No-n-no- we have to,” you repeated, finally looking at him, just to see him try to force a smile over the slight disgust written on his face.

If there was ever a good time to visit the sickly romantic shop, it was now. You tugged his hand in the direction of the entrance with a wide, mischievous grin on your face.

“I’m so making fun of everyone in there,” he murmured into your ear, going through the door into the cosy space filled with couples. “I know. I’ll be doing that with you,” you replied, scanning the tables to find a nice spot for the two of you.

You had a nice conversation over a cup of tea, drowning out the slightly uncomfortable sounds of others, trying very hard not to look at Roger Davies sucking his girlfriend’s face.

Then, the door opened again and in walked Harry with Cho. You and George both noticed that, George’s eyebrows raised approvingly as he was previously unaware of this particular piece of school gossip.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that…” you whispered, suddenly curious again about how your friend’s date is going. You had the best hopes for Harry, you knew he’s had a crush on Cho for a long time and he’s talked to you about it a few times.

You tried not to pay attention to them but to your own boyfriend sitting next to you, now holding your hand. You also couldn’t really see them - when you were turned to George, Harry and Cho were out of your field of view.

But then, your tables weren’t that far away in the small space, you heard Harry ask Cho about going to see Hermione later. It did not take you long to figure out how he completely missed how the question came out.

Your conversation with George stopped and you looked up into his eyes. You knew he heard them too and was thinking the same thing as you. You really shouldn’t. But you did anyway.

The two of you bent lower over the table, turning to the side unsuspiciously. The conversation you were listening in on kept going downhill. “Yikes,” George commented quietly so that only you would hear.

Harry was confused and Cho was getting angry. She turned around, looking over the rest of the tables and George reacted quickly. He took your face by the jaw to turn the back of your head to them, then kissed you hard, making it look like you were snogging the whole time.

You gave up on your spying plans quickly and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Soon, first Cho, then Harry were out of the tea shop, and you went back to just enjoying each other’s presence.

 ———⁙⁙⁛♥⁛⁙⁘———

 “M’lady,” George handed you your hot butterbeer as you sat on the edge of the fountain of the clocktower courtyard, deserted so late in the evening. Cushions prepared by George were separating you from the cold stone.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you replied, batting your lashes as you took the beverage from him, warming both of your hands on it. You snuggled up to George’s side when he sat next to you, wrapping an arm around you – another source of warmth on this cold evening.

But it was absolutely worth it –nature graced you with a cloudless sky, allowing you to stargaze to your heart’s content.

“Did I do a good job?” George asked you after minutes of silence. “Delightful,” you replied genuinely, the happiness clear in the tone of your voice. “So you enjoyed your Valentine’s Day?” he inquired further, kissing your temple. “I loved it, Georgie,” you said, looking up at him, “did you?” “Yeah, me too. And it was nice having just the two of us for the whole day.”

“Mhm,” you brought one of your warm hands to his jaw and brushed your thumb over his skin. “Every day with you is wonderful, but it is nice to have a day like this every once in a while.”

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It’s Gonna Be Totally Awesome!

While other StarKid shows have quickly become my favorites, A Very Potter Musical and the sequels will always hold a special place in my heart, as is likely the case for many of us. Harry Potter was my first real fandom; my love for it has dwindled, especially given Rowling’s very hurtful opinions, but I know I’m not the only one who loves what StarKid did with this world--in many ways, better than the books and movies. Many of our experiences with this magical story has been tainted, but the Very Potter Trilogy is a delightful bright spot! The three shows have their own flaws (Nick and Matt’s early writing being weaker, questionable jokes that are a product of their time and slight immaturity of said creators, etc.), but they’re still loving yet satirical parodies of a story most of us grew up with. 

I first watched A Very Potter Musical near the end of 2009. I was browsing Mugglenet, as any teenager who was anticipating news about Deathly Hallows filming and who had gone to the midnight premiere of Half-Blood Prince that summer would be, when I came across a news article entitled “A Very Potter Musical soundtrack now available“. A musical about Harry Potter, you say?? I’ll have to check that out, I told myself. In making this post, I went through Mugglenet’s archive to find the article I must have read (here you go!) and discovered that it was from September. However, I always thought I watched it later in the year, so perhaps I waited until the first semester of high school was over before I got around to it. Regardless, 14-year-old me was hooked! I watched it a couple times in a row--and a few times after that--showed it to my then best friend, put the phrase “Granger Danger” in an online portal password for my freshman biology class...you know, the usual stuff. As 2010 went on, I eagerly anticipated A Very Potter Sequel (I skipped Me and My Dick for awhile cause teenage me was uncomfortable with the content, plus I believe it was and could still be age restricted and I didn’t have a YouTube account). The rest, as they say, is history...

So many people will say that AVPM was how they met so many of their friends, both in person or online. I’m sad to say that this was not the case for me. I really only shared this interest with my high school best friend and my younger sister. I never talked about it with my other high school friends or my few college friends. Even the little bit of camaraderie I had through watching this show was more than I have now, despite having more of an online presence these days. Perhaps this is another reason why it’s still so special to me: it reminds 26-year-old me of the 14-year-old me who was happier and less lonely. (This is sappy and sad, sorry about that :/) 

I try to watch AVPM at least once every year. The low budget sets and props are charming and ridiculous, the songs are bops (thank you, Darren and A.J.!), the writing is hilarious, the acting is on point--for a comedic parody, anyway. It just makes me smile and sometimes, that’s all you need!

P.S. For those who took the Pigfarts sorting quiz for the 10niversary, tell me your Pigfarts house. I’m in Codswallop, House of the Miscellaneous Finders! Seems analogous to Hufflepuff, and yet I’m a Ravenclaw...hmmm.

[empress-of-snark]

What are your primeval headcannons?

Anon, I am so sorry it took me so long to answer this! It’s been a busy week, and I’d never actually compiled a list of headcanons, so I needed time to think on it. I don’t have a ton, so I’m gonna go ahead and tag @simplyshelbs16xoxo because she watched the show long before I did and probably has way more to add.

But here are a few that I like!

-not so much a headcanon as it is directly inferring, but I think that Abby and Jack’s parents are dead (I believe she says at one point that he’s her only family)

-because of that, I think Lester is the one to walk her down the aisle at her and Connor’s wedding

-speaking of which, Connor 100% starts crying during the ceremony

-Jess asks Becker to be her date to the wedding

-I refuse to believe that Sarah died, so my headcanon is that she went on a really long archaeological dig in Egypt (and of course came back for the wedding)

-Connor has ADHD

-and both he and Abby suffer from PTSD after their year in the Cretaceous

-Jess always decorates the ARC for Christmas, and has made everyone personal stockings that she fills with candy

-Becker is secretly an amazing cook and an avid watcher of The Great British Baking Show. Jess is the only one privy to this secret

And, just for fun, Hogwarts houses!

Gryffindors: Stephen, Becker, Danny, Emily, Matt

Hufflepuffs: Jenny, Abby

Ravenclaws: Cutter, Connor, Sarah, Jess

Slytherins: Lester, Helen, Philip

Thanks for the ask! Sorry again for the delay!

[codename-adler]

foxes + onesies (1/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Allison  

in the aftermath of the “mob war”, Allison still sees Betsy for counselling, mostly to cope with Seth’s death still, her ED and to process her childhood and teenage trauma

Betsy teaches her a lot about self-care (and not in Allison’s traditionnal definitions of self-care, which are: bottle it up, act out, burn through 500$ in clothes, repeat)

all in all, Allison has a lot to come to terms with by the end of the semester, and Betsy won’t be there as much in the summer, so she leaves her with a little list of self-care tips to look at when Ally feels overwhelmed

- pick a time to make yourself some tea, or try out some new ones and tell me about it next time

- try drawing with those wonderful pencils of yours, but in different art styles (because yes, Allison does have a fashion sketchbook. but silly doodles? abstract drawings? anatomy sketches? she never tried)

- watch movies by yourself, and for yourself, Allison

- since you love shopping and spending so much, find yourself a cozy thing, a soft thing that will only be for yourself, when you need to be reminded to love yourself and be gentle with yourself

those were the suggestions that stuck to Ally the most

so the next time she goes out to the mall with Dan and Renee, she doesn’t expect to find anything like Betsy suggested

she does look for some herbal tea at David’s Tea, and ends up getting some hibiscus + rose water green tea

but then they go to Walmart (she wants to gag)

fucking Walmart

the girls need some pads and tampons, and the gatorades are on sale (because all the Foxes, as a treat for winning the Championship and bc they all want to stay close after the hard year they endured, got to stay on campus for the whole summer (idc if it’s unrealistic, sue me, that’s how i roll))

for once, Allison follows Dan and Renee, without looking at anything, without touching anything (what if she catches it??)

then Renee wants to look for socks

that’s when Ally passes a rack of colorful onesies

one brushes the tip of her elbow, and wow it’s so soft

not at all the quality material she expected

she stops in her tracks, lets the girls go on to the underwear section, and really looks at the pajamas

there are lots of unicorns, and pandas, a few mouses, and two giraffes

bright yellow, light-spotted giraffes, with their little ears and antlers and all

the sewn-on eyes are closed and have cute little lashes details

Allison imagines herself wearing it and feels utterly stupid

but- she keeps running her fingers through the synthetic velvety material, mesmerized by its softness

she thinks back on Betsy’s list

the folks would absolutely loathe it. the high school bitches too. God, even Seth would say it’s fucking stupid. Nobody should ever be seen wearing that…

But I wouldn’t have to worry about my man-shoulders in it… or my stomach… or my thighs… I could even go braless, or wear just that cute little bralette I haven’t got the courage to wear yet… and I think Renee would agree it’s cute…

then she hears Betsy’s soothing voice in her head

But do you like it?

Yes. Yes I do.

and that’s how Allison takes down the onesie, cashes out and waits for the two other girls outside the Walmart entrance, feeling silly, and jitty, yet quite happy with herself

back at Fox Tower, she washes it immediately, only to stuff it back under her bed

it stays there for quite a few weeks, until it’s almost time for school to start again, her last year at PSU

the boys are out at the beach, Andrew and Neil are God-knows-where, Renee is meeting a friend, and Dan is out shopping with her Sisters

Ally is alone, and lonely

she’s craving something, something that feels close to how one of her nanny used to take care of her hair before bedtime, telling her stories of folklore around the world

guessing that nobody will be back before sundown, she reaches underneath her bed and takes out the giraffe onesie

she gets rid of her high-waisted skinny jeans, her silky cropped blouse and her high-heeled sandals in favor of Seth’s old Marvel boxer shorts, her baby blue bralette she still hasn’t worn, and the infamous onesie

and wow, it’s so baggy

as she buttons up the front, it almost feels like being wrapped up in a giant, fluffy pancake

she giggles to herself, like a little girl

until she goes to look at herself in the mirror, where she straight-up bursts out laughing

she feels so, so light

she puts on a pair of Renee’s fuzzy socks with the sticky soles and leaves her bedhair as it is

she spends the rest of the day on the couch, watching Barbie movies from the hidden collection she has in her closet while painting her real nails in rainbow colors

she makes herself a big cup of the tea she bought, and lights an ocean-breeze candle

between Barbie as the Island Princess and Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus, she even goes so far as going at the end of the hallway to buy some sugar-free gummy bears from the vending machine, completely forgetting herself…

of course, this is when the boys, including Andrew and Neil, are coming back from their day outdoors

she stops dead in her tracks when she turns around and sees them, a *giraffe* caught in the headlights

the boys only notice her because she stops moving so abruptly

she’s speechless

the boys, not so much

Kevin: *oblivious to the onesie situation* So you’re the one hoarding the healthy gummies. Dude give back some.

Matt: Oh, hi Ally… *raises his pointer finger, opens and closes his mouth in awe, lowers his arm back down* Cute?

Andrew: *his face says he doesn’t give a shit, but he’ll let the image make its way to his heart eventually* *very sneakily snaps an adorable pic for the group chat*

Neil: *whispering to Andrew, genuinely confused*  I thought these were for babies? Do we qualify as babies? Why is Ally dressed like a baby, Andrew?

Nicky: BITCHHHHHH I shoulda made a bet on THAT!

Aaron: Well fuck. 60 points to Hufflepuff for cuteness.  Ugh. I can’t believe I said “cute”. Jesus, I wanna vomit. Eurk.

Allison slowly makes her way back to her dorm room without a word, her cheeks flushed and her eyes to the ground, clutching her bag of gummies

she hasn’t felt this vulnerable since Seth’s passing

an hour later, she’s still hiding under her blankets as Renee and Dan file in

of course, they saw the photo posted to their group chat, and they heard everything from Matt and Nicky

Renee gets under the covers with Ally, and Dan proceeds to show off the goods she got with a very silly runway walk

they don’t say anything, until Neil sends a new picture on the GC

it’s a printed version of Andrew’s picture, pinned to the locker room wall with all the other photos they’ve accumulated

and everybody in the chat is dying of cuteness overload

Ally’s got that look of a toddler caught red handed, so open and genuine and surprised; her mouth is slighlty opened in an “o” shape; her mismatched fuzzy socks are peeking from underneath the bunched up fabric at her ankles; the hood is pulled up and slouching over her head…

but nobody, nobody, is making fun of her

we’re talking about the Foxes here. they never pull their punches.

so this? unexpected. shocking. astounding.

and right at the bottom of the picture, in shaky black marker: Baby Ally

with a poorly drawn heart next to it

in Neil’s unmistakeable handwriting

she cries

and never again is she ashamed of wandering around in her giraffe onesie

and if from then on, many Foxes gifts are soft things for her, well, that is called character development

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My Fic List

Whelp, decided I should do one of these.  I have mostly written for Hockey RPF and BNHA, as you have likely already seen!

My BNHA Fics

Bury Them Deep

- “Shouji Mezou's entire life has revolved around being a goalie and playing hockey since he was five years old. After being drafted in the third round in the NHL, Shouji has two more years of college before moving on to playing professional hockey like he's always wanted. Or at least like he always thought he wanted. An injury that ends his season throws him into a tailspin, forcing him to take a look at his life and how he is going to live it, especially after meeting his fascinating new goth history tutor.”

(This bad bitch is 81k total and is chock full of my red hot hockey takes and midwestern references.  I love it very much and it is a sweet baby.)

The Rooftop Necromancy series AKA my black metal band AU:

Downhill from Here 

- “ Hizashi just wants to tour the country with his best friends with their metal band in their shitty van like they've been planning for years. He'd successfully hidden his crush on one of them for years, after all, he would definitely be able to make this work and keep things fun and uncomplicated. Until Aizawa decided to start acting weird. “

(In which I take you all on a nostalgic trip to 2006-2008 metal culture and you can see the black metal love song that my dumb ass wrote.)

The Perfect Mistake

- “ It wasn't as though Hizashi had planned on breaking up with his boyfriend while they were on tour in a tiny cargo van with no room and no peace. He would have much rather preferred to do it when they were home and he could easily go and crawl back into his mom's basement. But he didn't have a choice. “

(As relationships tend to do, theirs goes through problems.)

Rooftop Necromancy

-"He’d even ended up leaning into the crowd when someone’s elbow had connected solidly with his nose and thrown him back. They’d gone quiet as Hizashi got himself up to his feet, ripped off his now bloody ‘Within Temptations’ tshirt from 2004, whipped his hair back from his face and screamed, “That’s what I’m FUCKING talking about.” into the mic.

They went wild for it, cheering as blood ran down his nose, past his mouth and dripped onto the stage, leaving him feeling like an otherworldly monster performing an occult ritual. Metal, he thought dazedly to himself, why in the fuck had he ever stopped doing metal."

(I hyperfocused so hard at the idea of Mic as a metal head that I wrote this in seven straight hours and WROTE THROUGH THE ATTEMPTED COUP ON DEMOCRACY WITHOUT KNOWING IT.  It’s a bit rough, but it’s got some good parts and it spawned the whole damn series.)

Hands Up

- "But of course he had, they had always been able to read each other and what they meant. That had often been their problem, if he was going to be honest."

(In which they figure their shit out.  Basically it was written when I was thinking alot about how my own mental health had evolved through the years.  It’s basically the story of two people who are both very good for each other and also very bad and how they deal with that.  It’s probably the most personally meaningful thing I’ve ever written.)

The other BNHA fics:

Waking Up With Ghosts

-"Hizashi opened his eyes to a world that belonged to ghosts. His headphones were gone and the gray, grimy world that he felt more than saw was muffled and still. This was bad, he hazily thought."

In which we follow Hizashi shortly after the events of 296. How he's found, how he finds out and how he has to tell.”

(I fished this one out of the garbage of my Google Docs because I’d written most of it and forgotten about it.  I dragged it out, prettied it up a little and threw it up on AO3.  It is by far my most well read BNHA fic, go figure.)

Leave Her Johnny

-”Captain Hizashi Yamada has combed the Seven Seas looking for the elusive smuggler Eraserhead. He has spent years searching for him, tracking his movements and trying to anticipate where he would be next. But he had never considered what would happen when he finally found him. “

(I wrote a paragraph of this and was immediately like ‘I MUST CREATE THIS’.  I take some chances writing wise in this as the whole thing is done in a Victorian Era ish style of writing.  But I think it’s effective and the ending is likely one of the best that I’ve ever managed.  I’m proud of it.)

Gold Rush

-”"That earned him a laugh and Mashirao’s smile made something in his chest ache, something that made him want to hurt. Why had he ever left?

“I’m really not,” Mashirao was saying but Shinsou just shook his head and kissed him once, twice and wished he could take the sunny afternoon and make it stay forever. Make it stay forever like Mashirao somehow had, while the neighborhood had adjusted without Hitoshi’s permission.

“You are,” he said, “And I love it.”

I love you, he should have said.  But as Mashirao’s eyes softened and the blonde pushed him back against the bed, Hitoshi knew he didn’t need to say it."

(You know how sometimes you listen to a Death Cab for Cutie song about gentrification over and over until a fic comes out?  Because that’s basically what happened here.)

Black Sun

‘"But then he remembered the way that Shouji had eaten the night after, one hand curled into his hair as he hung back in the corner. Shouji hid when something was wrong, like a wounded cat trying to find a dark place to either live or die and he was being released tomorrow. Now was the time to push or he’d find Shouji right back on his bed, staring at nothing."

Something happened to Shouji on the beach. Tokoyami is sure of it.‘

(Aaaaaand Death Cab for Cutie strikes again.  But heyo, my first published ShouToko and it is SOFTTTTT)

In the Far and Mighty West

Mic came closer and despite himself, Shouta could not find it in him to feel afraid. “You won’t understand, not really. I’ll try, though. I’m like Pecos Bill or Paul Bunyan or a jackalope or that fish that your friend caught that he swears he brought in but that you’ve never seen proof of. I’m the herd of dogies moving sweet and steady in the right direction, I’m no stragglers to worry about, I’m that perfect dog that’s there to keep them in line. I’m that group of good friends that you would kill for, I’m the woman who you’re dying to come home to, I’m that promised home of milk and honey. I’m Mic.”

Shouta stared at him dazedly and licked his lips, feeling drunk and stupid as he stared at the man. “You’re… magic?”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

(Cowboy!Erasermic.  Inspired heavily by American Gods and my own love of folk heroes.)

In Your Violence

- “'Mezou frowned, eyes narrowing. “Are you trying to say that you’re scared that I’ll be killed by having faith in you?”

“It would be in your best interest to stay away from me,” Fumikage finally said, his voice falling flat and quiet. “I am destined to be a monster.”

'Mezou gets the call he fears, the one that says that Fumikage has lost control again. But this time it's different, in more ways than one.”

(I listened to Silence by Marshmello until I went insane in this is the result.  Featuring some of my super depressing headcanons about Shouji!  But it’s not awful.)

My hockey fics that I still like:

Hufflepuff Halfwit  

- ““Zhenya, the wind is coming from the west, I will not remind you again. You shut that window before the house stinks of factories!” She snapped and Geno stared at the owl as though maybe it would know what to do. But instead, it had given a little hoot and wiggled inside, only to drop it’s letter on the counter.

He turned his head very slowly back to look at his mother, who had suddenly gone very quiet. “It… just showed up, Mama. And um. It brought a letter.” He waited again, looked back at the owl who had begun to nose at the pirozhkis in interest and then looked back at his mother with the best puppy dog eyes he had ever attempted. “Can I keep it?”

(This is a part of my hockey/Harry Potter au that still legitimately haunts my dreams.  It’s basically a Sid/Geno in Hogwarts but I really love the world building I got to do with Koldovstoretz, the Russian school of wizardry.  Don’t read ‘On the Word of a Slytherin’ though, I’m not as proud of that one.)

The Prince  

- “What the fuck.” Matt breathed out, sitting back heavily onto his hotel bed as he stared at his phone.

‘This is Henrik.’ The text read. ‘I would like to meet you. I will book a room in Pittsburgh at your convenience. Let me know what time will work for you.’  - 

(Listen, it’s Henrik Lundqvist/Matt Murray smut, I feel like that is novel and interesting and worth your attention.  I wax poetic on goalies in this, as you do.)

The Zoo of Toronto 

- “No one missed it when a massive porcupine had shuffled in between the reporters with a single minded focus, pushing media away until it was able to grip onto Phil’s suit pants and try to pull itself up. He hadn’t been able to do more then besides pick the animal up before it could shred his pants to shreds and walk out of the locker room before the decision had been made with the Toronto media.

Phil Kessel was guilty.” 

(Not gonna lie, this is probably my favorite of the hockey fics I’ve written.  And it’s Phil/Carl, which is never found anymore but it was a good pairing.)

[dotsayers]

20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad 

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter  because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy 

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it! 

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

[hphmmatthewluther]

Matthew Luther and the Results and the Relay, part 1/2

The waves ebbed and flowed over the white sand, the sun beating down overhead. There were no other sounds, apart from the sound of splashing feet in the shallower water. One of the two pairs belonged to Matthew Luther.

“It’s weird,” he said, walking through the water with his companion in hand, “I’ve never been to a beach without any rocks whatsoever.”

“Of course you haven’t, Matthew.” said Merula, smirking. “What are we doing here?”

“I...I don’t know.” he confessed, looking around. Beyond the white sand, he could make out Hogwarts in the distance, and the forest between them. “I don’t think we’re in Scotland anymore, Merula.”

Merula smiled, moving closer to him. “Of course we aren’t!”

“Yeah, if we were the weather wouldn’t be this nice.” he pointed out. Merula laughed at that, and everything felt...right for Matthew. Suddenly, dark clouds appeared in the sky.

“You had to say it, didn’t you?” Merula asked. “I’ll...um, see you around, Matt.”

She kissed him on the cheek, and with that, she turned to leave.

“Wait!” yelled Matthew, the water slowly rising around him, “Where are you going?! And since when did you call me Matt?!” The water covered him completely, and there was a burst of thunder. Then, there was a loud crack of lighting, and-

“Gah!” Matthew exclaimed, opening his eyes. Danny, his cat, scrambled off of his face, allowing him to breathe. He brought his hand to chest, calming himself down. He looked at the time. It was ridiculously early. He sighed, and fell back onto his bed. Danny quickly returned to his position by Matthew’s feet. But the Ravenclaw had other things on his mind. He’d had a dream about Merula. Again. The first dream had been relatively similar to this one, though that time the lake had frozen over, and Merula hadn’t kissed him at all. He turned red as he contemplated where exactly these dreams were going. It occurred to him that he wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon, and so he turned the noise muffler on the side of his bed up to full, and pulled out a black guitar case. In it was an acoustic guitar with several blue runes engraved into the wood. He had found it while facing a changeling before Christmas, and had slowly been re-teaching himself how to play it.

Matthew flicked through the notebook his father had given him. There was a section titled “Songs to never play in a guitar shop.” It had one entry: Stairway to Heaven. Matthew chuckled at that, pulling the guitar up and beginning to play. He found it very useful, as it sort of calmed down his constantly-whirring brain. There were three reasons to play today. First, of course, that dream, secondly was because it was results day for their exams, and thirdly because it was the Dragon Relay. Matthew shook his head, trying to force out any fears of what would happen. Suddenly, there was a tapping sound from the nearby window. He peeked out of the curtains of his four-poster bed to see an eagle on the windowsill outside. Matthew merely smirked, and opened the window.

“Morning, Talbott.”  he whispered, letting the eagle inside. It perched on the empty four-poster bed in the room and ruffled its feathers, before promptly transforming into a fourteen-year-old in his pyjamas.

“And to you, Matthew.” Talbott began, as Matthew closed the window once again. “You were up early. Again.”

“Actually, I’ve only just woken up.” Matthew explained, placing the guitar back in its case. “Besides, it's not like today is what you’d call a stress-free day, right?”

Talbott nodded. “I suppose. But I can’t see why you of all people are stressed. You are above and beyond most of our class in almost every subject.”

“I mean, I guess...” Matthew admitted, “But I’m still worried. Just...you know, worst-case scenario, that sort of thing. But more than that, it’s the Dragon Relay today.”

“Ah, of course.” said Talbott. “I hope you raise enough money. I don’t really go for Dragon Club, but I see that it is important, so I will be attending too.”

Matthew smiled. “Thanks, Talbott. That’s...well, it’s a ringing endorsement if you’re coming.”

There was a silence. “Should we get breakfast?” Matthew asked.

“Very well.” Talbott replied, closing his bed’s curtains so he could change.

By the time they had got down to the Great Hall, a few others were in there already. Among them was Chiara Lobosca, sitting at the Hufflepuff table. She waved at the two, and moved across to the other side of the table so she could talk to them. Matthew found himself smiling.

“Morning, you two!” she said cheerily. “So, Dragon Relay today! Are you two excited?”

“Well, considering I’ve helped organise it, yeah!” admitted Matthew, as other members of Ravenclaw arrived.

“Time to show the school what Ravenclaws’ got!” yelled Andre, carefully moving his scarf away from Matthew’s cereal. “Ah, hey Chiara! Looking stylish, as always!”

Chiara gave that soft, sweet laugh that she always did. Matthew smiled. He was so glad that Chiara was now talking to people; it made him happy to see her more and more. It was then that she pointed out that Matthew’s hand was now in his bowl.

“Gah!” he exclaimed, pulling out his wand. “Scourgify.” he muttered, the milk slowly vanishing from his hand, as Rowan sat down next to him. “Sorry, guess I’m just tired.” he said, his cheeks now a deep red. Right in front of Chiara, too…

“It’s alright, Matt.” she reassured him, smiling. “Nice spellwork by the way.”

“Th-thanks...” he stammered over his own embarrassment. Rowan looked on in surprise. Matthew’s eyes widened in realisation.

“Oh, right, I gave Chiara ‘Matt’ privileges.” he explained. There were a few gasps, followed by some nods and ‘Nice one”’s from those nearby. Matthew didn’t let just anyone call him ‘Matt’, preferring to go by Matthew. If you had ‘Matt’ privileges, you were automatically cooler. Talbott smiled.

“Well, we are all glad that you managed to help Matthew to get over breaking that statue.” he said. “Without it, we would not have had...a party today...hmm...”

“It was the least I could do, really.” she said, pushing her hair back. Matthew had to stop himself from smiling too much. It was very difficult.

“Oi, Luther!”

The group turned around to see Merula walking over. Matthew gave a small wave, relieved at the distraction for a brief moment. Then he remembered exactly what he had been dreaming about that morning, and quickly tried to push it out of his head. He failed miserably.

“Well, this Dragon Relay better be something, Luther.” she sneered, sitting down at the Slytherin table. “I will beat you at everything of course.” She suddenly noticed Chiara standing next to the group. “Oh...so you’ve added a new member to the cult, have you?”

“Haven’t you got a cult of your own?” Talbott asked. “You’ve got Ismelda, Barnaby’s re-joined you, you’ve made up with Tulip, all those Puffsk-”

“Anyway!” she said loudly. “I will see you there, Luther.” 

“You can call me Matt, if you want.” Matthew reminded her. “You did help me in the Cursed Vaults, after all.”

Merula scoffed. “Those that call you Matthew are below you. Those who call you...uh, ‘Matt’, are only equal to your level. Quidditch, duelling, exam results...I call you Luther because I am above you in every way, shape and form.”

Matthew got up and walked over, and the people nearby had to cover their mouths. “Um, I somehow doubt you’re um, above me, Merula.”  to which those nearby started giggling at their five-inch height difference. At this distance to her he felt a strong sense of Deja vu, and an even stronger temptation to grab her hand as he’d done in the dream.

She smirked and walked off, before remembering she had to eat breakfast, and so sat back down far away from Matthew. But, for some reason, every time he looked up at her, she was looking at him. He didn’t point it out, but put it in the back of his head as the group discussed the upcoming results.

“Matthew?” asked Rowan, as they headed to Herbology.

“Yes, Rowan?” Matthew asked, snapping back to reality quickly.

“Look...we’re friends, right?” he asked.

“Of course.” Matthew replied. “Why, what do you want?”

Rowan gave a fake laugh. “Wh-who said I wanted anything?”

“You only play this card when you want something.” Matthew said with a smile.

Rowan smiled back. “It’s just...well, you know how you gave Chiara ‘Matt’ privileges?” Matthew nodded, his cheeks going slightly pink. “Well, and this is Andre’s words not mine, you may have had an...um, ulterior motive.”

Matthew stopped in his tracks. “Rowan Khanna, how dare you accuse me of something so low-brow. I would never use the sacred principle of ‘Matt’ privileges to...well, to get with girls!”

Rowan nodded. “Yeah, I know that. Penny’s still wondering when she’s getting hers.”

“I’ll let Penny call me Matt when you let her call you Ro-Ro.”

It was then their turn to blush. ‘Matt’ privileges were one thing, but ‘Ro-Ro’ was for the very cream of the crop.

“Alright, everyone, gather round, that’s it!” Professor Sprout’s voice boomed across the Greenhouse. “We’ll be checking in with the Venomous Ivy today, so dragonhide gloves on!” There was a shuffling as the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs both looked through their bags. Matthew pulled out his gloves (made from a Hebridean Black Dragon, a Doherty family heirloom, according to his mother). Chiara, who Matthew had ‘wound up’ next to, pulled out her own, clearly from a Welsh Green. The Ravenclaw’s paranoia, which had been dormant for the last few days, suddenly reared its head. Do not try and start a conversation based on dragonhide gloves, you dolt! Matthew felt inclined to agree with it. He didn’t think there was much to talk about regarding Venomous Ivy. He looked over at the silver-haired girl, who smiled back at him. Matthew sighed. He would have to save his confidence for the Dragon Relay.

“Woah!” came a voice to Matthew’s left, followed by a loud crash. He looked over to see Tonks on the floor, a dragonhide glove somehow on her nose (from a Swedish Short Snout.)

“Blimey, Tonks, are you okay?” Matthew asked, moving over to help her up.

“Yeah...you know me, just clumsy.” Tonks lamented, putting her gloves on. “Sorry for interrupting your, uh, quality time over there.”

Matthew blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “God, did Andre tell everyone about his little ‘theory’?” he asked.

“Is it really a theory?” Tonks chuckled, as Matthew moved over to the storage cupboard. “I wouldn’t be surprised if by now you’d started dreaming about Chiara.”

“Merula.” Matthew corrected automatically, not really paying attention to what he was saying. Tonks came to a halt.

“Did you just say...Merula?” Tonks asked, quickly moving closer so they could talk in private. Matthew kept looking through the cupboard, despite having found everything he needed. It appeared that his brain had short-circuited.

“I...um...what?” he spluttered, “Wh- Merula? Did I...what was the question?”

Tonks smirked knowingly. “I asked if you’d dreamt about Chiara, and you said ‘Merula’.”

Matthew’s eyes widened, as he slowly closed the cupboard door and walked back to the Venomous Ivy. He took a long, deep sigh. “Can...can you keep a secret?”

Tonks gasped, before quickly focusing on her own Ivy. “Come on, Matthew, I’m never one to gossip. Mostly. But I won’t tell a soul about this. Now...what happened?”

“Nothing...too bad, okay?!” Matthew began. “We...um, we were on the beach...together...holding hands...what?” he asked, as Tonks leant forward.

“Keep going.” she said with bated breath.

“Okay...we talked a bit...we laughed, then this thunderstorm appeared and she...um Merula, well the dream Merula she...kissed me. On the cheek though, that was it! Anyway...then the sea rose, this lightning came down, and I woke up.”

Tonks nodded, slowly digesting what Matthew had told her. “And...no dreams about Chiara.”

“Well, she appears in them too, but she’s never...well...” he trailed off, gazing down at his Venomous Ivy. It thrashed its vines towards him as he approached, but recoiled as he poured water onto its leaves. It turned in the flow of the water, allowing the water to catch the leaves and fall down into the gutter.

“Excellent, Luther! Your Ivy really trusts you! Very impressive!” Professor Sprout pointed out. “It’s a lot like taming a creature, really?”

“Okay...” said Tonks, once Sprout had moved away. “That doesn’t sound too bad...”

“That isn’t the problem.” confessed Matthew. “This...isn’t the first time I’ve dreamt about her. And Merula knows she’s been in there once.”

Tonks gulped. “Right...crikey, if she finds out she’s been in your dreams multiple times...”

“I’ll never hear the end of it.” Matthew concluded. “And I need everything to go well today. But, knowing my luck...”

“You know, maybe you could talk to someone about this. Someone who sort of gets this romance thing. I’ve got to prepare for this party and stress about the results, so my schedule is packed.”

Matthew nodded. “Yeah...I’ll talk to someone like that. Someone cool.”

“Dennis found that story hilarious, Matthew Luther!” Tulip laughed, as she, her toad, and Matthew sat in the now tidier Dragon Club. “And, while I appreciate the ‘Matt’ privileges for my help in the Nightmare Vault, I have given them to Dennis instead.”

“Perfectly understandable, Tulip.” he reassured her. “I guess I wanted to see you because you’re friends with both of them. Also, you aren’t Diego.”

Tulip nodded. “Diego Caplan knows very little about dating, despite what he tells you. I’m glad you came to me.” Dennis croaked, scratching the Dungbomb on his back with one of his legs.

“So..I guess I’m just confused. I mean, I...I think I like Chiara, but...maybe I’m just distracting myself from Merula...I don’t know...maybe I’m just not ready for dating yet.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Tulip responded. “In fact, it’s probably for the best. I suppose what you’ve got to ask is this: do you want your relationship with Chiara or Merula to change? And, at the same time, do they want it to change?”

Matthew thought about this for a moment. He liked Chiara, and having her hang out with his friends was...well, enough, and he was pretty sure that she felt the same way too. For now, perhaps, said a voice in his head which sounded horribly like Edwin the changeling. He ignored it. So that wasn’t a problem. Merula, on the other hand, was. He did indeed want things to change between the two. But not like that! Said one voice. Then how? You’ve actually kissed her, haven’t you? Said another. Tulip could see he was struggling.

“You don’t have to decide right away, Matthew Luther. But allow the question to guide what you do during the Dragon Relay tonight. After all...” she smirked. “These are two of our hottest friends we’re talking about.”

They spent a while laughing and complimenting their friends, until it soon became time for the Relay to begin.

“You will do fine, Matthew Luther.” she declared, as they left for the School Grounds. “This is one of your closest friends and one of your closest rivals. The strangeness of dreams will not change this.”

Matthew nodded. “No, I suppose not.” He felt ready, and he honestly was. His only difficulty from that point until the fundraiser began was struggling to not laugh when he saw Diego with a guitar case. He remembered what his father had said about those who bring their guitars to parties, and suddenly felt a surge of confidence. He could do this.

[eponymous-rose]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E87 (Dec. 10, 2019)

Tonight’s guests are Marisha Ray and Taliesin Jaffe!

Announcements: CR is heading back to Chicago for C2E2 2020! More information on the site!

Episode 87: Big Boyses Punishment and Politics

Stats for this week’s episode! Beau has been an Expositor for 49 days. Caduceus has healed 222 HP from unconsciousness, and is the only member of the group not to have asked yet who’s on the Tal’Dorei Council (he has a joke he’s been saving). The players asked Matt to get a HDYWTDT three times before he actually got the 153rd one (across both campaigns).

First question of the night (16 minutes in): how worried were they about a TPK during the fight? They were both pretty stressed. Marisha: “I didn’t think it was going to be a TPK, but I was definitely starting to emotionally prepare myself for Beau being dead, like dead-dead. It was grim there for a second.” Taliesin: “We still had ways to pop a couple people back if we had to, but it was looking...”

Are they hopeful about turning the Inevitable End into the Inevitable Friend? “I feel like if I could’ve gotten that hug, maybe...” If anything, Taliesin’s worried that she’ll come back to be a problem later. “At some point, someone’s going to pay the Inevitable End to Inevitably End us.”

It’s pointed out that a lot of Beau’s previous successful diplomacy attempts were isolated from the party, but this time Beau actually got to do it in front of the group. “It was impressive, it was fun to watch.” “Yeah, that feels good.”

Caduceus genuinely did think Dwendal was complimenting him, but mostly because he was having a panic attack at the time. “I think he probably put it together later.”

“Beau’s not stupid. Beau will only challenge authority when she feels like it’s a challenge that she can make with limited repercussions, hopefully, one that she can successfully win, or at least get out of, if challenged. She likes picking fights, but she knows the time and the place.”

Cosplay of the Week: Nott! (SparkleanCos on Twitter, photography by Alexandra Lee Studios)

Taliesin's Percy instincts pushed him forward in the throne room, but it didn’t exactly come out the same way in Caduceus’ words. “I was so panicked. It fell apart so quickly. This character has no business being in this conversation. He just opened his mouth and nothing is coming out.”

Now that she’s an Expositor, Beau has started feeling more connection to the Soul as a whole rather than just to individual people.

On Caleb’s backstory, Caduceus only knows about the letter argument and “remembers it very very clearly”. It’s all wrapped up in his concern over Nott and Caleb, and only really understands that Caleb feels threatened in that situation. “He doesn’t really understand the particulars, other than that there are dangerous people here who want to hurt us. Who are apparently very clever.”

Marisha on Caleb’s backstory: “It’s kind of been like, yeah, dude, I know it’s a lot, but get your shit together for a second while we handle this. She cares, but also there’s a big part of me objectively that thinks that Beau might be a terrible person to be the one to try and talk Caleb out of shit at this moment.”

Taliesin and Marisha both note that it’s suspicious how quickly Dwendal was willing to give up the Beacon. Marisha: “There’s no doubt that there’s something happening, more, it’s just a matter of how much King Dwendal knows.” Taliesin: “I don’t know how in-control he is in all this.”

Taliesin thinks the truth-telling in the throne room was a dangerous call. Marisha: “I don’t think we told them anything we didn’t know, though. It’s about honesty, but also lying through omission.”

Fanart of the Week: Caleb! (Azraillu on Twitter)

Caduceus: Hufflepuff.

Caduceus kept thinking “I don’t even go to this school!” when Dwendal was going on about being on the edge of treason. Dani points out that only 3 of the Nein are from the Empire.

Beau keeps becoming the face of the group, even though her charisma is lower. “It’s less that I was assigned designated driver, and more like everyone else is just a little too drunk. They just fell in my lap, the keys, nobody really entrusted me with that. I’m wearing the uniform. I look the most respectable, and my word will probably be taken with a little more weight. It’s situational face.”

Who does Caduceus lean on, with everyone leaning on him? “Jester’s been there for him a couple of times, which has been interesting. He lived with his family for his entire fucking life, he has lived at home with parents, siblings, and his aunt. There’s a built-in support structure to that. He’s kind of been pretending that he’s been at work. And yeah, he’s had a couple nervous breakdowns. And usually, weirdly, it’s Jester who shows up as his rock, a few times. He’s got a very different relationship with everyone else. Beau and Caleb he considers on his level, so to speak, and Yasha and Fjord are kind of projects.”

Beau was pretty much exclusively leaning on her Expositor authority in the conversation with the king. “She [as a character concept] really started clicking with the Plank King. That was the first time it was like, this is how this character’s meant to work.”

Caduceus was definitely telling the truth when he told the Gentleman he was lonely. “His family left him in kind of a shitty way, if you think about it. People just kept not coming back until he was sitting alone in a forest by himself.” Marisha: “Why haven’t you ever tried to scry on any of them?” Taliesin: “There’s the answer he would give, and then there’s the truth.” Marisha: “You just said Caduceus is all about the truth.” Taliesin: “Yes, but you just found the hole.” Marisha: “FUCKIN EXPOSITOR YEAHHHH”

Now that they’ve met both monarchies, have their opinions changed? Caduceus: “It’s confirmed everything I thought, anyway.” Marisha: “It seems like both sides just went to fight each other without any real excuse.” Taliesin keeps alluding to a “really dumb idea” he wants to put across on Thursday. They were genuinely annoyed at Dwendal.

[certainglitterhologram]

Lysander Scamander and Lily Potter II

I have a feeling that growing up, Lily and Lysander were best friends. Lorcan was super, super, SUPER close friends with Lily, and obviously Lysander, since they are twins, (trust me on this,), but Lily and Lysander just shared a bond the tiniest bit stronger. 

Lily being an adventure seeking, adrenaline junky, while was Lysander, also adventure loving, but with limits. He knew his boundries and where to draw the line, but struggled to show that line to Lily, who would just jumped into every tree, every river, wanting to ride the hippogriff that she found in the woods behind the Scamander’s house. 

Lysander putting his head into his hands each time, saying “Lily. It’s dangerous. It could bite you, you could fall off, it could have rabies, fleas or something even worse. “

Lily rolling her eyes and attempting to do it anyway, running up to the hippogriff and almost getting trampled to death. Like Scorpius’ dad, but actually life threatening. 

After getting her out of there, Lysander smirked at her and said, “Don’t really wanna say I told you so, but....... *Pause* Oh who am I kidding, of course I do. Never tell me I’m wrong Lily, and expect to succeed in whatever dumb thing you’re doing. Lily just scoffing and said “I’m Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley’s daughter. The only reason I almost got trampled was obviously because the hippogriff sensed you behind that tree.”

Lysander, used to these egotistical comments, says “Oh yes, how could  I be so stupid. It’s not like I’m the great-grandson of Newt Scamander, or anything. And the situation we are talking about involves a damn hippogriff. “

 On the Hogwarts Express, Lily, Hugo, Lysander and Lorcan in the same compartment and a tall, lanky dark haired boy comes in. He introduced himself as Matthew Corner, and Lysander, being the best with people, gets up and politely introduces himself, and introduced the others.

Matt is immediately liked by everyone in the compartment, and they form their own little quintet, bonding over candy and pranks in the compartment. 

When Albus and James come in to check on Lily, she just giggles and waves, before redirecting her attention to Lorcan, who had eaten one of those cool sweets that make you grow features of an animal, that Hugo had brought on the train.

The Sorting Ceremony went as expected, really.

Matthew, was one of the first, and had barely sat on the stool, before the hat shouted “RAVENCLAW”

Hugo went next. He was on the stool for a long time with that hat on his head. Not enough to be a hat stall, but just enough to be notably long, before the hat yelled “HU-GRYFFINDOR!”

When Lily was called, she sashayed up to the stool, with an overwhelming amount of confidence, and James yelled “YES, LILS! WHOO!”. The hat suprisingly sat there for a while, debating between Slytherin and Gryffindor, before ultimately deciding on Gryffindor. 

Lysander had a feeling of dread at that moment. He did have seperation anxiety from Lorcan, just a mild case, but enough to make him dread the thought of them being in different houses. He hadn’t thought of it until that moment, becuase Lorcan and him were so alike. He ruled out that thought, and focused on relaxing himself

Lorcan jumped on the stool and only had a couple seconds of deliberation, before  “HUFFLEPUFF!”

Lysander knew even before going up there, that there was no way he would be in Hufflepuff. He wasn’t exactly the definition of hardworking. Not that he wasn’t, no, he just had a tendency to quit things that no longer interested him, rather than working throught it.

When his name was called, he was immediately sorted into Ravenclaw. He knew he should feel proud, as he was taking after his mother, and had one of his closest friends with him, Matthew, but being away from his twin, best friend and other close friend, was paining him. But Lysander was known to almost always be happy, so shut these feelings down, sucked it up and got used to it. Eventually, he found that it wasn’t that bad, and that Lily and him were still best friends, and Lorcan was still his right hand man. And vice versa.

In their second year, Lily tried out for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and made it, as their Seeker. A few weeks into the season, it was Lily’s third match, Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff and literal miliseconds after Lily caught the snitch and secured the win for Gryffindor, in a rage, one of the Hufflepuff beaters bat a bludger straight at the back of her head, knocking her out. 

Lysander, Lorcan, Hugo and Matt sprinted down the stands, running over towards her. She was crumpled on the grass and being levitated onto a stretcher by Headmistress McGonagall. 

The culprit of the injury had jumped on his broom and flew towards the castle, and Lysander was trembling with rage. He snapped at the other boys (Hugo, Matt and Lorcan,) to follow him to see if they could find the boy. They found him trying to run into the castle without being seen, but Lysander jumped on him, and pinned him down, so he couldn’t get away, while Lorcan and Hugo sent red sparks to the teachers, letting them know the found him.

Then, of course, Lysander did the unexpected. Just when the teacher and the student were coming into view, he let go of the boy and punch him straight in the nose, breaking it, as soon as the first met the boy’s face. A single punch before Lysander pulled him close and whispered in a deadly calm tone 

“Never. NEVER touch my Lily, EVER again.” Dropping the boy on the ground, before walking over to a shocked twin and Matthew. Leaning against the wall behind them and wiping the blood from the boy’s broken nose in the white-blond hair, not even caring at the streak of red in his hair. 

Consequently, he recived three weeks of detention. Could have been worse, I suppose, was his attitude. For the next month, he recived fist bumps from James in the hallways and tiny smirks from Albus, telling him, they were proud. 

Three years later, in fifth year, Lysander was noticing that he was catching feelings for Lily, but then, Matt had shyly asked her out, and she replied with “Why not?”.

Everytime they held hands, hugged, kissed or did anything of the sort, Lysander felt a rage build up inside of him. But for Lily’s sake, he tried to be happy. For Lily. 

Lorcan noticed immediately, and after teasing that Albus owed him 12 Galleons, comforted him and said that he was sure that Lily felt the same way, but just hadn’t noticed it yet, and told Ly to just play along and calm down.

Hugo noticed it in History of Magic, his first class after breakfast, where after seeing Lily and Matthew snog right in front of him, Lysander had crushed a goblet with his hands. After giving him some kind of twin telepathic look that Hugo couldn’t interpret, Lorcan sighed and muttered “Reparo”.

Hugo thought it was weird, but thought not much of it until he realized in the middle of HOM. (He is Ron Weasley’s kid. Ofc he wouldn’t fucking notice.) 

Hugo sent a note to the table where Ly and Matt were sitting, across the room, in a oragami swan (^-^) that read on the outside

Matt, if you’re reading this, just give it straight to Ly. Nothing really that interesting here, 

In it, read 

Lysander, mate...I realized you like Lily. Or Matt. I’m not sure, mate, i’m not going to make any assumptions. If it is Matt though, good for you. If it’s Lily, It was kinda obvious, so maybe, don’t crush a goblet next time they snog... just trying to help, but just know, that if Lily doesn’t choose you or doesn’t feel the same way, (Which she does.) the whole Potter-Weasley-Granger-Johnson-Delacour clan is on your side. 

If you need anyone to talk to, I’m always here, mate. Just say the word.

-Hugo

and Hugo got a paper dragon back, saying

Well, I shouldn’t really suprised, but it’s Lily. I’m not fucking gay. But thanks for being supportive. Love you, bro.

~Ly

Lysander walked out of that class feeling a lot better,  while Hugo felt smug. Hugo ran up to Fred II saying how he was about to have won his little bet with Rose. But they walked into the middle of the hallway to see Lily and Matthew, both looking solemn, (which was a first for Lily, who was almost always happy.)

They were speaking in hushed tones, Matt nodded and hugged Lily in an almost friendly manner, before walking away, with a smile on his face.

“What happened?” Lysander asked Lily, plainly curious.

“Oh, Matt and I both agreed that this relationship wasn’t working. We did like eachother.. but we agreed that being friends was more benefical for both of us. 

Lysander tried very hard not to break out into a grin, while saying “Aw.. You two were cute together. “

Lily snorted and just walked into the Transfiguration classroom and plopped down in her chair.

During the passing period after the next class, Lysander quickly told Lorcan the news, who encouraged him to ask her out at dinner. And Lysander agreed

Lysander worked up his courage to ask her out and was about to walk over to the Gryffindor table, went she walked into the Great Hall, smirking. 

“YOU!” she yelled, pointing at Lysander. The hall went silent. 

“ME!” Lysander yelled back, sticking his toungue out at her. 

“GO ON A DATE WITH ME ON THE NEXT HOGSMEADE TRIP?” Lily shouted, across the hall and out of nowhere. 

“ANYTHING FOR YOU LILS!” The sentence slipped out of Lysander’s mouth before he could stop it, but he was glad he did. 

Lily ran over to them, while Lorcan and Matt nudged Lysander, but Lily ignored them, pulling Lysander into a kiss that lasted a good forty five seconds. 

The Great Hall cheered, and Lily whispered “I saw you crush that goblet at breakfast today, Ly. I didn’t even remember it until an hour ago. I knew you felt the same as me, so I did something so you wouldn’t have to ask me out. Carriages to Hogsmeade at 10 sound good?”

Lysander couldn’t say anything, so he nodded. 

“Perfect! “ And Lysander watched Lily walk to her awed girl friends and a particularly smug Hugo. 

Let’s just say a lot of money was exchanged that day.