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dailyfeverdreams · 3 years ago

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boggarts and puns

A/N: this is my first fic since i was like 12 so please be kind :)

plus size!reader x young professor!remus

characters are of age but this is pretty much just fluff.

warnings: internalized fatphobia, pretty heavy insecurities (can you tell this is just me trying to make myself feel better about my body lmao)

you raise your trembling fist to knock on the defense against the dark arts door. you were not looking forward to this appointment. it was bound to be humiliating, but you would be damned if you didn’t get through this class. it had never been your favorite (you were more gifted in potions), but this year it was even more difficult.

professor lupin was one of the most attractive people you’d ever met. it was impossible to focus with him teaching, his passion and inherent kindness lighting up his face. you told yourself, again and again, that it was just a crush, that schoolgirls developed little infatuations with their teachers all the time. but it made it exceedingly difficult to pay attention to his lectures when all you could hear was the increasing beat of your own heart as you gazed at his handsome, scarred face.

and lately, you were less certain that it was “just a crush”. you no longer consciously thought about him constantly, but it felt like you were breathing him in and out. something you were always aware of, just a little bit, that you could focus on or disregard, but he would still always be there, dancing at the edge of your consciousness with a little smile and encouraging eyes. in his presence, you felt like you were home, despite your insecurities and doubts and fears. surely all of that was more than a crush, as much as it scared you to admit.

of course, he could never be interested in you. for one, you were his student, and whatever you felt for him, you felt quite certain that he would not be so dishonorable as to have feelings for someone he had such authority over. for another, well… you had always been insecure about your body, as you had never been skinny. you were all round and soft, professor lupin would certainly only want someone toned and beautiful. not that he was shallow, of course, but people couldn’t help who they were attracted to, and it was most certainly not you.

the door opened quite suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. professor lupin’s face broke into a small smile upon seeing you, making your heart skip a beat or two. “hello, y/n. come on in.”

you stepped into the classroom, glancing around. things were still set up from your class’ lesson earlier that week, the wardrobe containing the boggart shaking and rattling. you had known instantly what your worst fear would be, and you knew your classmates would inevitably mock you for it. you had pulled the professor aside while your peers were taking their turn combatting the creature, and asked if you could give it a try in private. he agreed, stating that he would need to be present in case something went awry. now, it feels as though you simply drew out the humiliation. somehow, facing this in private, in front of a man you had strong feelings for, seemed more embarrassing than doing it in front of your classmates.

“before we get started, did you have any questions about the lesson?” there was openness and warmth in his voice, quelling any…scholarly fears you might have had.

“no, professor, i understand what to do,” you said, your voice shaking slightly from nerves about what you knew was about to happen.

“alright, just as in class, i’m going to open this wardrobe, and the boggart will take its form. use the riddikulus charm while keeping in mind a form for the boggart to take that would make you laugh, and i will be right here to stop it if something goes wrong,” he reassured you.

“okay, professor. thank you.”

he flicked his wand at the wardrobe, and it creaked open. a figure appeared within it, quickly becoming obvious that it was professor lupin himself. however, there was an expression on his face you had never seen before. a smirk, that almost seemed mocking. you didn’t look at the real professor, fearing his reaction.

you raised your wand, hoping to get this done with before the boggart could speak, but before you could utter the spell, the creature had opened its mouth and begun its taunts.

“you’re absolutely idiotic. did you really think i could have feelings for someone like you? you’re so stupid and naive. even if you weren’t just a little girl, do you really believe i could feel for you what you do for me? you’re fat and lazy, sometimes i laugh at the thought of us together. you’re just a child, the thought of being with you is enough to make me nauseous. if you were to ever-”

you clenched your eyes shut, screwing up your courage. you thought back to a conversation the two of you had had in class a couple weeks ago.

“you’re all doing very well. it’s riddikulus how proud i am of you!”

“professor, did you just make a pun?”

“riddikulus!”

the boggart snapped its mouth shut, its face shifting to one of pride and comfort.

“that’s it, you’re doing well. just a little more practice and it’ll be riddikulus how fast boggarts will run from you.”

i let out a snort of laughter. “that’s such a bad pun.”

“you still laughed! i’ll have you know that puns are my favorite form of humor. you can use them in any scenario.”

“oh really?” i responded, laughter in my voice. “tell one about divination.”

“hmm…ah! i gave up fortune-telling. there’s no future in it.”

“ha! i like that one. i prefer potions, myself. they cause quite a stir.”

he barked out a laugh. “that was just bad.”

“if you don’t like my magic jokes, you can acci-go through that door.”

“careful, you don’t want to get ex-spelled.”

“oh, i’m sorry, you’re a lumos in my life.”

“did someone use the confusion charm on you? because it’s confunding how polite you’re being.”

you laughed out loud then, before the real professor lupin moved in front of you. you gulped. you had forgotten he was there. his misty orb appeared before him before he firmly said, “riddikulus!” and turned to you. your eyes were cast downward. “y/n-”

“uh, i think i should go, i have a lot of homework to do and i really don’t want to deal with this situation right now. i’ll see you in class, bye!”

“y/n.”

you stopped on your way to the door and turned slowly, your cheeks heated and your eyes were fixed on the floor. “professor, we don’t have to talk about this. you can let me go and we’ll both be awkward for a couple days and then we’ll get over it and move on.”

he stepped toward you. “what if i want to talk about it?”

you chanced a glance upwards. his gaze was worried, and kind, and…hopeful?

“look, i…lots of students have crushes on their teachers, right? it’ll go away.” you didn’t want it to go away, but you didn’t say that.

“is…is that really how you think i see you?”

you shrugged. “i mean, you’re too nice to say it like that, but yeah, that’s how i think you feel.”

“no, i…i probably shouldn’t say this, but that’s not at all how i feel about you.”

“oh?” you glanced away as he stepped closer. you felt his hand on your cheek and felt your heart get impossibly faster as you met his gaze.

“i look at you, and i see someone strong, and kind, and beautiful. i am consumed by you, i think about you all the time. even if i’m just grading papers in my office, i imagine you across from me, working on schoolwork or–or grading papers of your own, after you become a potions professor. and i curse the fact that my imaginings aren’t real, that i can’t reach across my desk and take your hand. i curse the fact that you are so much younger, and deserve so much better, than me. and right now, i curse the fact that this is as far as i can allow myself to go, that i can’t close this gap and kiss you until you believe that i love you.”

you let out a small breath, feeling his warmth so close to you. “i love you too,” you breathed. “it feels as though you are a part of me, like you are in the very air i breathe. you make me smile, and laugh, and believe in love. and everyday, i imagine myself in your arms, and i feel so much less broken. i would give anything for things to be different between us, but for now i live for the moments i spend with you.”

his face broke into a broad grin unlike that which you had seen before. he reached down and grabbed each of your hands before bringing them to his mouth softly. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, remus.”

“but…”

your heart slowed a little. “but i’m too young.”

“well, yes. although...you’re only a few years younger than me.”

“really? how’d you get to be a professor so young?”

“pure talent,” he replied with a cocky grin.

“so…i’m not too young...what’s the but?” you said, trying to keep us on topic.

“but i’m your professor. there’s a power imbalance here that i just can’t feel good about, and you mean too much for me to potentially hurt you with whatever power i have over you.”

“oh,” you breathed. “right.” you blinked, a realization coming to you. “you know…i only have a few weeks until i leave hogwarts. if you think about it, you won’t be my professor for much longer.”

he grinned again, his face lighting up like the lumos charm. “i can wait until then.”

“me too.”

you pulled him into a tight hug, pressing your lips into the line of his hair. you breathed in his scent, chocolate and old books, committing it to memory for the next four weeks. you tried to release him, but he clung onto you a little longer, seemingly unwilling to let go. your hands rested on his back, and you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his arms around you.

you finally released one another and stepped back. you held out your hand for a shake. “i’ll see you in class, professor. thank you for the instruction.”

he took your hand firmly and straightened up. “i’ll see you in class, y/n. stop by anytime.”

you turned and walked out the door, a giddy joy in your heart that you hadn’t expected when you knocked on that door earlier that afternoon. he loved you. you loved him. you would wait for him as long as it took.

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got-svt · 4 years ago

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all the boys you’ve loved and lost during the course of our lives, we meet thousands of people, creating either a seconds long moment or memories that last a lifetime. some of them you’ll have the opportunity to know beyond their names and faces, some you may even grow to love. unfortunately, not all of them have the luxury of staying in your life forever.

❥• two: the academic rival

he’s the one that had you wondering how could you be so similar to someone, yet so different? he knew how to push your buttons and make a competition of everything, whether it was sports, academics or extracurriculars. he was the one that made steam come out of your ears and blood rush to your cheeks. but even you had to admit there was a certain rush that came with it, too bad he transferred schools just before senior year.

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader genre: fluff, angst, enemies to reluctant friends to ??? word count: 2292

→ you genuinely thought the universe had it out for you when you were placed in the same year level as yoon jeonghan, more so when it placed you in the same class. you first caught sight of jeonghan in your first year of middle school. he was the boy seated three seats behind you. he seemed unassuming at first, somewhat quiet, and — dare you say it — nice and sweet, angelic almost. he only conversed with the other boys that sat near him, not sparing a glance to most. however, it wasn’t until a few years later, when you both started high school that you learned his true personality.

→ it was no secret that you studied hard, spending hours in the library, sacrificing nights of sleep. the results of your hard work showed very clearly in classes, on the nearly perfect marks on each of your exams and essays, how the teacher praised your answers during recitation. you relished in the gold stars, the awards, the quiet envy of your classmates.

→ you had never seen jeonghan open a single book, let alone actually read it. there was not a single time you saw him set foot inside a library. multiple times you’ve caught him answering homework minutes before the teacher walks in the room. which is why your blood boiled when you saw he was getting scores just as good as yours, finishing exams before anyone else in the classroom, his hand shooting up just as soon as yours when teachers call for someone to answer their question. eventually, you both gave up raising your hands altogether, competing to be the one to get an answer out first.

→ you wished he remained that quiet kid in middle school, who only stared at you with wide eyes when the teacher announced you had been the only one in your class to get a perfect score, who acknowledged your existence with a small nod instead of a smirk.

→ unbeknownst to you, your little rivalry was slightly one sided. you see, jeonghan didn’t care much about winning or losing. truly he didn’t mind much if you had gotten the higher score, or be the one to answer the teacher’s question first. but god, did he enjoy seeing the way your eyebrow furrowed when he did, how you bottom lip forms into a little pout, how you gripped your pen so hard he was afraid it would snap. he still remembered the first time it happened, the birth of your so called rivalry, when he corrected your answer to the class first day of freshman year. since then, you had always been determined to one-up him every chance you got. much to your dismay, he was not one to back down.

→ and unfortunately for you, academics was not the only place you and jeonghan seemed to compete in. while you were in the swimming team, he played on the soccer team. you even had a small notepad to keep tallies of whose team was winning more games.

“nervous, yn?” jeonghan asked, coming up to you as you were about to prepare for a race. if anyone else had heard him ask, they’d think he was concerned. but you knew this was only the beginning of him getting you riled up. jeonghan had never missed a single one of your swim meets, each time he comes over to you before the competition would even begin.

“not a chance.” you rolled your eyes, waving a hand to shoo him away to the stands. but he showed no signs of leaving, his feet firmly on the tiled floor of the rec center.

jeonghan raised an eyebrow at your show of unwavering confidence, but he knew in the way your voice slightly trembled that you were not as assured as you presented yourself to be. fortunately, he knew exactly what to do to rid you of your nerves. “we won our game today, so it must be exhausting for you, huh?”

“what is?”

he grinned, knowing the exact words to say to get your blood pumping just before a competition, “living in my shadow all the time.”

“if anything, you’re the one who’s living in mine.” you scoffed, more fired up than ever, determined to prove him wrong. suddenly, you couldn’t wait to get into the water, “i’m leaving now.”

“good luck, yn!” jeonghan called out with a smile, only to be met with a wave of your hand — you didn’t turn back for he would only see the blush that slowly formed on your cheeks. still it was more than enough for him as he looked for a seat in the stands with a soft smile. occasionally, he would send you a wink when his gaze met yours — though you only rolled your eyes at him when he did.

and despite the fact that you seemed to be annoyed at his presence during your competitions, jeonghan always cheered you on, his voice clear and resounding even as you swam underwater.

→ but rarely were the two of you ever actively pitted directly against one another. you were always in the same class, and on the same team during activities that teachers found it somewhat remarkable that both of you were still able to find a way to compete against each other. it was always who could be the one to lead their team to victory, who contributed more points, who their own teammates liked better.

→ it wasn’t until your phys ed teacher decided to make her two star pupils team captains in a friendly game of dodgeball that you were actually engaged in a direct, head-to-head competition.

“you totally cheated!” you yelled out as soon as the whistle was blown, signalling the end of the game. eyes ablaze with irritation and frustration, you pointed a single finger at jeonghan, recalling how you saw the ball lightly graze jeonghan’s leg but he made no attempt in leaving the court.

“i did not.” he held his hands up in mock defense, but a smile was on his face as he took in your angrily shaking figure. jeonghan wanted to burst out laughing, not even the least bit threatened or afraid as you stomped your way over to him. “my team just happened to be better than yours.”

you wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face, it didn’t matter how, you just desperately wanted to. your steps got longer and quicker at his words, cheeks flaming up both from being out of breath from playing and anger. your teammates swore they saw steam come out of your ears. “how dare you!”

your phys ed teacher stopped you just as you were about a couple of feet away from only lightly shoving jeonghan — you weren’t actually going to hurt him. grabbing you by your shoulders, she asked you to calm down and join your teammates in cleaning up the equipment, the agreed upon punishment for the game’s losers.

but jeonghan wasn’t done with you yet, staying behind as his teammates went straight to the showers, “hey, yn.”

“what do you want?” you asked with a frown, not in the mood to hear him flaunting his win so soon.

“maybe i did cheat.” he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

your eyes went wide, feeling somewhat proud that your suspicions were correct. but as you were about to open your mouth to retort, he leaned down so his face was level with and merely inches away from yours. you never fully noticed how good he looked, even though he was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking down his forehead. with a confident smile and a quiet whisper, “but i don’t think anyone’s going to believe you.”

“bye, yn!” he moved away and leaves the gym before you could even reply. but you weren’t even mad, more confused than anything else, remembering how close his face was to yours and how quickly your heart started beating because of it.

→ since the dodgeball incident that had you nearly injuring both yourself and jeonghan, most of your teachers decided that it would be best to keep you two on the same side as it would probably be the best way to keep you two from fighting. they also knew of the incredible potential you and jeonghan could hold if you actually worked together. you both were incredibly smart, talented, and resourceful. whatever you lacked, jeonghan made up for and vice versa.

→ which is probably why your english teacher decided to pair you up for your final project during your junior year of high school. both of you thought it was unfair, since everyone else got to choose their partners. the rest of your class thought it was unfair too, why did you pair up two of the smartest kids in their year? but they were also kind of interested to see what the both of you could come up with.

→ this is how you found yourself in the library, working with yoon jeonghan of all people. you would’ve much rather be paired up with the girl that sat next to you — she was quiet, but sweet. you’d rather even be paired up with your childhood friend, chan. but he was not in the same class and you hadn’t been speaking much lately. so you’d have to make do with jeonghan.

“i’m tired, i’m taking a nap.” jeonghan yawned, stretching his arms out to further prove his point.

“we’ve barely started.”

“and yet i’m already bored.” he sighed dramatically, making a show of hitting his head on the table with a quiet thud.

“what do you want me to do about it?” you didn’t bother looking up from your book, knowing that seeing his disinterested face would only put you in a bad mood.

his eyes light up at your question, thinking that you were actually asking him for a suggestion, “let’s go for a drive.”

“what? no—” was this boy serious? you had another class in thirty minutes, where would you even go?

jeonghan groaned, cutting off your words and your train of thought, “live a little, yn. not everything’s about being number one. you can miss one class.”

you told him that if he wanted you out of the library, he’d have to drag you out kicking and screaming. which is exactly what he did, much to the amusement of your fellow students and even the librarian. now, you find yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, aimlessly driving around town — you were sure you passed the same tree four times. still, you found the drive somewhat relaxing; especially since you two weren’t arguing.

but it was much too quiet for jeonghan’s liking. you were just staring out the window, arms crossed. he feared that he’d done something wrong. “hey, yn.”

“what?”

jeonghan chewed on his bottom lip, gripping the steering wheel tighter than he intended, “you don’t hate me, do you?”

you laughed at his nervousness. truth be told, you needed a bit of a break, so you couldn’t be too mad at him for taking you out of that stuffy library. you also knew he was asking for your opinion on him beyond this little trip. “on the contrary, i like that you keep me on my toes.”

jeonghan grinned, turning his gaze on you for the quickest of moments, “so you should be thanking me instead of grumbling in the passenger seat.”

you spent the rest of the afternoon talking, learning more about the other outside sports and academics. you were surprised at how much you had in common and he enjoyed the intense debates you had on your differences.

→ that was the car ride that changed your relationship from rivals to reluctant friends. though you were never really rivals to jeonghan to begin with. arguments became few and far in between. your cheeks tinting pink less out of frustration and more out of being flustered as he became as flirty as he was teasing.

→ unfortunately, he would be transferring schools the following year, just as you started to see him as more than a rival or a friend.

→ and you didn’t find out about it until the first day of your senior year.

“wait, where’s jeonghan?” you asked your friend, noticing the lack of his usual teasing voice greeting you in the morning.

“didn’t he tell you?”

“tell me what?”

“he transferred schools yn.”

❥• jeonghan knew he’d be transferring schools months before he even took you on that drive. he also knew he had grown feelings for you much before that. but with his father’s job needing them to relocate halfway across the country, he couldn’t find it in himself to confess. not when he knew he eventually would have to leave you. so when you bombarded his phone with texts, demanding that he explain why he couldn’t notify you of his move, all he could offer was an apology and another text telling you to check the last page of your english notebook.

you huffed as you looked down at your phone, that was all he had to say to you? after acting like he wasn’t just about to pack his bags and leave town for months on end.

still, you shook your head as you went to your closet, picking up the box where you kept your past notebooks. you shuffled past your science, math, art notebooks to find the one you used for english — still as neat and organized as you remember it to be. you flipped the notebook to its final page.

a quiet gasp escapes your lips as you read the words that were unmistakably in jeonghan’s handwriting,

don’t forget to live a little :) and don’t forget about me either.

seventeen as all the boys you’ve loved and lost. next ��➤ vernon chwe, the first love

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oikaw-ugh · 5 years ago

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Haikyuu characters as my classmates and their research papers.

A/N: My classmates did lots of weird shit when it comes to research papers GSHSHSHS

TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE was petrified upon learning that he is part of the first batch who defends their paper at day 1. He swore that he's bringing an electrical cord on his presentation day for 'backup plans' and he really did. It was on the room during his presentation.

YAMAMOTO TAKETORA was desperate to let the 1st years take his questionnaire survey but they were all hard-headed. Frustrated, he went in into the 1st years' class and answered all of the surveys. He went in the room to be considered as a 'first year'.

AKAASHI KEIJI sends his final research paper's softcopy to the groupchat our teacher made intended to collect the softcopies. He accidentally sent a draft that was named 'If this gets rejected, I will fuck myself'.

KENMA KOZUME stares at the teacher's face when he asked for a consultation. When he was asked why his results and discussion ended that way, he only blinked and looked away.

SUGAWARA KŌSHI was calm before his presentation time - that was a lie. His laugh was hysteric. He talked to others (who were also waiting for their turn) with that ridiculous laugh and when he was already done presenting? He went out of the room still with that hysteric laugh.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI suggested to feed the panel frozen vegetables at lunch. Everyone laughed, thinking that he was kidding but he only gave us a blank face as he said, "I'm not." and that made us all shut up.

OIKAWA TŌHRU asked Iwaizumi if the formula he used for his research is right. Iwaizumi explained that the formula he used is intended for descriptive type of research and his was a quantitative. Oikawa fell silent for a couple of seconds before telling Iwaizumi to let him copy his formula.

"But mine's a descriptive and yours is quanti-"

"It doesn't matter."

MIYA OSAMU was asked by his teacher with the theory he chose. (Why did he use this theory? Does this theory relate to his study?) Osamu stared at his teacher for a couple of seconds before shrugging and said, "It sounds cool."

Everyone was told to head to the school library to start working with their researches' introduction. HANAMAKI poked the class president's shoulder and asked if he could read a book about Snoopy instead.

MIYA ATSUMU had a habit of twirling his face towel using his finger. The teacher told him to not bring his towel during his research defense. When everyone peeked on the room as he presented, his hand were twirling at his side as if he had his towel with him.

During a mock defense, HINATA SHŌYO was asked a difficult question. Hinata stared at his copy, then to his teacher, then to us (classmates). He inhaled sharply before his eyes watered as he said "I don't know."

BOKUTO KŌTARO surprisingly defended his research well. When he was asked to leave the room, he nodded. But the moment he took a step off from the platform, his entire body collapsed and the panel saw how his entire body was shaking terribly.

At that day, we were supposed to pass our printed draft YAMAGUCHI TADASHI unfortunately was not able to print his draft and we are no longer allowed to leave the campus. He stared at the paper for a couple of seconds before asking me, "Will teacher accept my handwritten draft?" and he had an ugly penmanship.

It was the day before the defense day and the teacher requested for us to stay so she could brief us and recheck our final paper one last time. MATSUKAWA ISSEI stared at the amount of students gathering around our teacher. After a couple of minutes, Matsukawa sighed as he placed his bag on his shoulder and left the room without having his paper rechecked.

Teacher requested for KUROO TETSURO during class. She explained how she literally saw Kuroo's research title online. His study has something to do with video games. Kuroo scratched his nape as he told our teacher to change the video games to computer games instead.

KITA SHINSUKE proposed 'Vegetables as a Possible Factor that Affects Students' Social Anxiety'. Everyonr was pleased because it sounded unique but this was immediately discarded by our teacher.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

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thedannyphantomcookbook · 4 years ago

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The Phantom Origins

Okay, so I know probably a bunch of people have already done this, but I wanted to rewrite Danny Phantom, from just before he got his powers to maybe when he tells his parents.

I’m tired of waiting for a reboot that may never come, so here is what I picture the reboot would look like.

I’ve always thought it would be darker and more horrific, that the ghosts he fights are more monstrous and demonic.

That there would be a little bit more of a medical concern for Danny’s humanity being affected by his ghost half. Is he becoming more ghost like? Is he gradually getting sicker and sicker, and his ghost DNA ravages through his body like cancer?

Would Vlad be not only a sexist, creepy, abusive old man, but contains a thirst for deception and power that he poses a real, apocalyptic threat on Earth and the ghost zone?

Are ghosts actually the spirits of the dead? Or are they a different breed of human that lives in a completely separate dimension, that’s is layered and hidden within ours?

What about Danny’s mental health. He has to keep this big secret from his parents because he absolutely FEARS what would happen if they found it to the point he’s scared they wouldn’t believe he was their son and try to kill him as a result, or keep him hostage in the basement, slowly torturing him and dissecting him until he’s dead? What would the world think of him? A prophet? A demon? Would they accuse his parents for experimenting on their own children? He would have so much fear and anxiety that he’d have to be on edge all the time, falling into depression, panic attacks - not to mention the PTSD he’d get from it all while battle nightmarish monsters and the hanging question over his head of what he is now.

These are just SOME of the questions I’ve had that Butch Hartman will never answer. He set up such a great plot and characters but carried it out pretty poorly over the show (which may or may not be his fault since they wanted to keep it kid friendly.)

I hope to get into the deep and dark and nitty gritty details of Danny Phantom we’ve imagined but never get to see. I wrote the first chapter below, and I plan to write much more. :)

I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Summary:

Dr. Madelyn Fenton and her husband, Dr. Jackson Fenton, have just built the world's first portal to the Ghost Zone - an alternate dimension where undead linger for all eternity. The only problem is no one believes in what they are doing. The townspeople call them the Fenton Freaks and the rejection letters from the National Science Foundation are piling up. Not even their own children can tolerate their ghost obsession. Their 14 year old son, Danny, does what he can to separate himself from his parents. Mocked by his peers and judged by his teachers, he keeps his head down and stays out of the spotlight.

It comes as no surprise to Danny when his parents' machine fails to work on the first test run. Discouraged, they leave empty handed for the weekend to go to the Ghost Hunter's Expo, where they were expected to present their portal during their panel. As soon as his parents leave, Danny invites his friends over to give a tour of yet another one of his parents' failed experiments. When he gets dared to walk inside the machine, he triggers something that turns it back on, and for the first time ever, his parents have an invention that works. But that's the least of the surprises when Danny emerges from the portal himself...

To Whom It May Concern,

To the esteemed members of the National Science Foundation, myself, Dr. Madelyn Fenton, PhD., and my husband, Dr. Jackson Fenton, PhD., write to you today to consider us for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award. Our combined decades worth of research within paranormal scientific research fields have led us to believe that the “ghost” entities that haunt our very Earth, could in fact be the missing link to creating new technology, curing human illnesses, and prolonging human life on Earth.

The term “ghosts” is defined as a religious or spiritual being, or the hypothetical soul of the human body, separated from physical forms, usually that of a person recently deceased. Dr. Jackson Fenton and myself have a different theory about the “ghostly” entities that visit our Earth. We have sufficient evidence to prove that ghosts are in fact not the spirits of the dead, but an entirely new species of the human race. We believe they exist in an alternate dimension - a separate plane of existence that is not unlike ours. Recent developments have also shown the possibility of dimensional travel - we believe ghosts are able to pass through into our plane of existence for a temporary amount of time. Through our rigorous research, construction, and experimentation, Dr. Jackson Fenton and myself have created what would be a “portal” to this plane of existence, to the “Ghost Zone.” By exploring and studying the ghost zone, we could collect a limitless amount of research and data that could be used to benefit humanity for the rest of our existence.

We have provided within our application our twenty years of research and development, along with video recordings of our experiments as evidence of our work in progress, as we humbly request your consideration for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award.

Sincerely,

Dr. Madelyn Fenton, PhD. in Quantum Physics and Paranormal Studies

Dr. Jackson Fenton, PhD. in Theoretical Science and Paranormal Studies

From the Grants and Admissions Office of the National Science Foundation

To Dr. Madelyn Fenton and Dr. Jackson Fenton,

Thank you for your interest in applying for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award. The New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award (NESRGA) is an esteemed scholarship opportunity that looks to provide funding for ground-breaking scientific research to scientists working within small and local laboratories. After carefully reviewing your application and research, we have come to the regretful decision to decline your request to receive the NESRGA.

We unfortunately could not approve your request due to the following issues:

Insufficient or lack thereof evidence or proof of scientific research of ghostly entities and/or undiscovered species, the “Ghost Zone” dimension in which these entities exist, or possible travel to said “Ghost Zone.”

Insufficient of lack thereof peer review research and laboratory data.

Paranormal entities and alternative dimensional research is not recognized under the National Science Foundation as factual scientific work.

We are thrilled to hear that you share such enthusiasm, passion, and ambition in the pursuit of scientific exploration, research and development. You are a part of a wonderful community, and through your tireless efforts, you will help bring our Earth into the future.

We welcome you to apply for the NESRGA again next year.

Sincerely,

Barbara Keaton,

Director of Grants and Admissions

National Science Foundation

GHOST HUNTERS EXPO - THIS LABOR DAY WEEKEND

To Drs. Maddie and Jack Fenton,

We are excited to have you return to speak at the Ghost Hunters Expo this coming labor day weekend. We have reviewed your Ghost Zone Theory and we anticipate your presentation of your research.

Please note: due to new regulations we cannot allow the following into the convention center:

Ecto-infused food, inanimate objects, or animal mutations of any kind.

Alarm or defense systems that release a form of knock out gas, ectoplasmic goo, ectoplasmic foam, spoiled meats, or live rodents. All alarms and defense systems must be turned off while inside the convention center.

Samplings or gifts of homemade cookies or other food, beverages, or gifts to bribe the judges.

Disclosed weapons that are not a part of your presentation and/or not approved by the convention prior (we will have metal detections at all entry points of the convention hall)

Asking for audience volunteers unless approved by us prior your scheduled presentation time.

Ghost claims targeted towards convention guests, judges, or other presenters.

All presentations and inventions must have been tested and approved by a judge prior to your presentation time (i.e. no last minute or surprise inventions).

Fighting or displays of physical aggression.

Destruction of convention hall equipment, the building’s foundation itself, or other presenters equipment and or inventions.

We thank you in advance for your compliance and full understanding of the new regulations.

We look forward to seeing you!

Best,

Trevor Martin

Ghost Hunters Expo Coordinator

“Did you see this?” Jack Fenton asked, waving the notice from the Ghost Hunters Expo. He scoffed. “New regulations...I wonder who were the bimbos that made them enforce these rules.” He crumbled up the notice and threw it carelessly on the floor.

“How’s that portal coming, sweet cheeks?” he asked his wife.

Maddie Fenton was deep within a hexagon shaped chamber carved out of her laboratory converted basement wall. The interior was lined with a colorful array of wires and tiny blinking lights. At the end of the chamber, sheets of metal and hardware fanned in on itself. Maddie was kneeled on the floor, wrestling with a few cords.

“I’m just struggling to connect these last couple of wires,” she answered, pinching the two cords together. With a last bit of strain, the cords connected with a satisfying click.

Wiping the sweat off her brow, she came out of the chamber. “Hopefully that will stabilize the gravitational pull of the Ghost Zone once we get the portal running.” She briefly thought back to a dark memory from their college days when their first Ghost Zone prototype had malfunctioned and the toxins from the Ghost Zone leaked out of the portal, resulting in displacing one of her lab partners for the remainder of their college career.

“We got it this time, baby,” Jack said confidently. “There is no way we could make the same mistake twice.”

Maddie sighed as she walked over to the control panel to record the ecto-readings. “I just wish we knew for certain what had gone wrong that day. All of this guess work is driving me crazy.” She picked up her notebook and briefly reviewed her meticulously hand written notes before adjusting some dials.

“Okay,” she huffed, satisfied. “I think we’re ready for a test run.”

Jack clapped his hands. “Excellent! I’ll go grab the kids!” He ran to the basement steps and shouted, “Jazzy-pants! Danny! Get down here!”

A few minutes later both of their teenage children shuffled down the basement steps.

“Is this gonna take long?” Danny asked, disinterestedly. “Tucker and I were in the middle of planning our next battlefield strategies for Doomed. There’s only a few days left of summer vacation and we still have so much planning to do if we want to beat the other online players and achieve the seven Keys of Destiny.”

“And I was in the middle of an important breakthrough in my self therapeutic psychology research,” their daughter, Jazz promptly stated. In her hands she clutched an open copy anxiety and phobias workbook. “Did you know that high functioning anxiety in adulthood is caused by childhood trauma from never feeling safe in your own home? This would explain so much about me and Danny -” she paused in her speech when she saw the machine her parents were working on.

“Oh, no.” She snapped her book shut and pinched the flesh between her eyes. “ Please do not tell me you called us down here to witness another one of your experiments. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“Oh, Jazz, relax,” Maddie said, waving her off. “Those burn marks from the last ectoplasmic gun experiment healed eventually. And look!” She walked over to a closet in the back of the room and pulled out two polyester jumpsuits. “We made you both your own custom fitted, lab safe, jumpsuits!”

Jack appeared beside Maddie. “And we matched them with ours! Jazzy-pants, yours is teal to match your mother’s. And Danny, yours would have matched mine but the store didn’t have orange.” he held out a plain white jumpsuit with black gloves and boots.

“And I haven’t even shown you two the best parts!” he grabbed the jumpsuits from Maddie and spun them around. Crudely pressed onto the fabric of the jumpsuit was a cutout of Jack Fenton’s smiling face, emblazoned on the chest.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Jack grinned.

Jazz was the first to respond. “Dad there is no way you’re going to get me to wear that,” she said while backing away and shaking her head. “How about Danny and I will just go upstairs and you can call us down after you’ve tested it? That way we’ll be safe and not have to wear those hideous jumpsuits.”

Danny silently agreed with her while struggling to conceal his own disgust at the suits. It was one thing to be forced to wear a jumpsuit like his parents but it was an entirely different level of lame to have to wear his father’s face across his chest. What if his parents insisted he wore it all the time, like they did? Involuntary images of him becoming the laughing stock at his new high school was surfacing in his mind, more than he already was for being the son of the city’s eccentric ghost hunting husband and wife team. He was already struggling to stay above the pathetic nerd social ring in his class. They’d have to create an entirely new category of nerd just for him if he wore that suit. The thought of it made him want to crawl away in a hole and be left there to die.

“Mom, Dad, I have to agree with Jazz,” Danny said. “The suits are kinda...lame.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Maddie dismissed. “These jumpsuits are the latest fashion that every ghost hunter wants.”

“And when we reveal these babies with my face on them, everyone will be scrambling for one. We’ll be rich!” Jack stated proudly.

Jazz snorted. “Um, I somehow doubt that. Look, we’ll just go back upstairs and you two can let us know when it’s safe, okay?” She looped a hand around Danny’s arm and started pulling him away.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Jack clamped a hand on both of them and spun them back around. “You two are being given the chance to witness scientific history! And we are not going to let you pass up on this.” He tossed the jumpsuits to Jazz and Danny. They unwillingly caught them.

Jazz glowered at Danny. “If you take any photos and post them on the internet, I will kill you.”

Danny held out his suit reproachfully. His dad’s smiling face seemed to be laughing at him, like all of the students as Casper High will be if they ever found out about this.

“Don’t worry about it.”

A few minutes later, Jazz and Danny stood alongside their parents in their matching jumpsuits. Jazz stood with her arms crossed, silently fuming, her foot tapping impatiently. At her mother’s insistence, Jazz was forced to tuck in her long, red hair and wear the hair sealing head cover and thick, dark eye protection goggles that came with it. At equal height, Jazz and Maddie were identical in their suits.

At least Danny couldn’t match his dad. Jack’s suit was bright orange and about twenty sizes larger than Danny’s, due to his father’s obsession with Maddie’s homemade fudge and cookie inventions. Danny’s own white suit was slightly too large for him, and hung in odd places due to his skinny frame. He didn’t have to wear a hood and goggles like his sister either - another thankful shortage from the ghost hunter’s clothing warehouse. He picked at his dad’s pressed on face design on his chest as he waited for his parents to get the machine ready for its test run. His dad had tried ironing it on, but had done it poorly, so that with a bit of a tug, it was already beginning to peel off.

Jack and Maddie Fenton ran back and forth across the lab, double checking last minute calculations. Machines whirred and beeped around them, the hum of electricity warm in the stagnant air.

Danny had a good idea of how this was going to go. If this would be like any of their past experiments, it would fail miserably. The experiment would go haywire, probably spout ectoplasmic goo everywhere or accidentally giving ecto energy to the nearest food item. One year, their parents had tried making the Christmas Turkey in their newly invented Ultra-fast Instant Pot and instead infused it with demonic ghostly energy and reanimated it. Danny remembered hiding underneath the kitchen table as Jazz had to beat it back with a pastry roller, screaming for their parents.

The ghost zone portal was their most ambitious project yet. For most of Danny’s life, they had dinner table discussions, weighing mathematical equations and scientific chemical balances in hopes of being able to one day engineer the world’s first ghost zone portal. He was fairly surprised when he found out at the beginning of the summer that they were finally constructing it, and even more so when they claimed last night it was completed. They had been rushing to get it done in time to present it at the Ghost Hunters Expo this weekend.

He glanced at the table beside him looking at the pile of papers his dad had haphazardly stacked among the beakers and ghost weapons. Sitting on top of the stack was the rejection letter from the National Science Foundation.

“It means that they don’t think what they’re doing is science,” Jazz had interpreted for Danny after reading it when their parents’ back was turned. “And who could blame them? There is zero evidence supporting the existence of ghosts. It’s just superstition.”

That’s all it was. Superstition. And yet, his parents had at some point in their youth latched on to the idea that ghosts were more than a myth, and even though they’ve never actually seen one in person themselves, they were determined to prove ghosts were real. What amazed Danny the most is the amount of people who also believed in the same theory. In the years past when his parents had dragged him and Jazz to the Ghost Hunter’s Expo, the crowds always seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Scientists, hunters, enthusiasts, and even ghost cosplayers gathered under the same roof for a full weekend, exchanging theories, stories and footage of what they thought were ghosts. The most ridiculous rumor he had heard at the last ghost hunter’s convention was one of a young, blue haired female musician, who became an overnight sensation after one performance at a local carnival. She had also disappeared quite suddenly after the performance, which raised a lot of speculation. Ghost hunters claimed her unusually pale skin and hypnotic vocals were a part of her ghostly powers. Jazz had stated that it was simply because she was a successful female in the patriarchy they had to deem her as a ghost to explain it.

Danny didn’t want to say anything else after that.

“Jack,” Maddie called from across the room, typing away at a computer. “Did you remember to pour in the ecto-purifier?”

“On it, baby!” Jack cried while fumbling with a control panel. Danny watched as grabbed a can of diet cola, which sat next to the similar sized gray cylinder labeled “EP.”

“Uh, Dad?” Danny called. “I don’t think that’s the ecto-purifier.”

“What’s that?” Jack asked. He turned to look at the object in his hand and barked out a chuckle.

“Thanks, son! That was a close one.” He placed the can of diet cola down and picked up the correct cylinder. “Who knows what would have happened if we purified the toxic ghost energies with diet cola. Could you imagine?” He poured the bright green liquid into the appropriate chamber.

In the corner of his eye, Danny saw Jazz shake her head. “Idiot,” she whispered.

Jazz believed she was the only mature Fenton in the family. At some point during her high school career, she had decided it was up to her to convince her parents that ghosts were not real, and to force them to change their careers to something more normal or socially acceptable. She had tried to get them interested in just about any other scientific field she could think of, such as deep sea diving to discover creatures living on the ocean floor, to NASA’s space engineering program. When those didn’t work, she tried to build a case proving the psychological damage they were causing to her’s and Danny’s upbringing. Over the summer, when she wasn’t preparing herself for the SATs she’d have to take later that school year, she poured over every psychological book she could get her hands on from the library. No matter how many times she argued about the permanent damage her parents were inflicting on their amygdala by creating an unsafe environment for her and Danny to grow up in, their parents would say it’s all worth it for the sake of scientific advancement.

Danny tried desperately to stay out of their fights. Most days, he was too focused on trying to survive a day without being called “that ghost geek” by his peers, no matter how many times he told his classmates he didn’t believe in his parents’ work. Maybe it was because of his small, bony limbs that made it so easy for his classmates to mock him. Or the fact that his only two friends in the entire world were also considered a variety of nerd within the social climate. His best friend Tucker was a little too obsessed with the latest technology and his other friend, Samanatha - Sam for short - was the only school’s goth girl, who filled her entire personality and outlook with dark and depressing outfits and literature. In a weird way, it did make sense that the girl who loved to read about the dead, and the boy who loved technology, would want to be friends with the kid whose parents called themselves ghost scientists. Still, they were his best friends and he wouldn’t trade them for anyone else.

He had been telling them about the portal his parents were building all summer. Just like he was, his friends were also doubtful it would work. They deliberated about what the inventions would actually do. Tucker still brought up the time Danny’s parents were testing out an anti-ghost gravity spray, to temporarily make a ghost lose their flight ability. The morning they were testing it out, Danny had woken up in a hovering bed. It had shocked him so much, he fell off his bed and face-planted onto his bedroom floor, breaking his nose. At some point, Tucker and Sam started placing bets about the outcome.

“Maybe the portal will just blast a hole through the wall and you’ll send up in the Amity Park Sewer System,” Sam guessed last night after he told them his parents were getting ready for their first test.

“Bet you five bucks that Danny will lose all of his hair this time,” Tucker had joked.

He absentmindedly ran a hand through his exposed hair and briefly wished he had a head cover and goggles like Jazz. He couldn’t help but notice there was something different about his parents this time. They didn’t have the same, bubbly and excited energy they usually had when showing off a new invention. They seemed more focused this time. Even his dad’s goofy banter towards Maddie had taken a back seat as his dad frowned over the controls. It was weird to see his dad actually concentrating. Maybe it was the hundredth rejection letter they received from the National Science Foundation, or the pressure to present this weekend at the Expo, but it seemed like they were seriously trying to make this thing work. They did not want to fail.

“Okay everyone!” Maddie ran over and started waving her hands. “Backs up against the wall.”

Jazz sighed and turned to walk over to stand behind the boxed in yellow line, the “safe” spot in the lab. Danny thought a metal containment center with a viewing screen would have kept them safer, but supposedly his parents didn’t have time to build one. Danny followed his mother and sister.

“Almost…” Jack muttered at the controls, typing away. Suddenly there was a loud click that echoed off the basement walls. Machines roared to life and lights winked on. Inside the portal, the metal fans began to spin.

“YES!” Jack punched the air, triumphant.

“Jack!” Maddie called to her husband, gesturing towards the safe zone. He jogged over and squeezed himself in between his two kids.

“This is it!” he shouted over the noise, which was gradually becoming deafening.

All around the room, machines and computers turned on. Attached beakers and graduated cylinders filled up with green, bubbling liquid. A wall lined with dialers bounced up and down. Puffs of smoke expelled out of exhaust pipes. The portal itself began to crackle with electricity, its interior fans spinning faster and faster until it started emitting a bright green glow. The pressure in the room changed, popping Danny’s ears. He felt the tips of his hair begin to rise with the electric waves.

The whirring of the fans inside the machine began to ring out a high pitch squeal as the machine glowed brighter, and brighter, blinding Danny’s naked eyes. He squinted and held out a hand over his eyes, peeking through his fingers. The air around them grew warm and staticky. His father clamped a hand tightly on Danny’s shoulder, as if to hold him back from running away.

It was working. Danny couldn’t believe it. Not once in all of their years of inventing ghost machines and hunting equipment, they may have actually been able to build something that worked like they wanted it to.

What would this mean? That ghosts actually existed? That his parents were not the crackpot fools the town took them for? And if they did exist, there was the one question that no one has been able to answer.

Were ghosts dangerous?

He looked up at Jazz. Her expression was unreadable through the head covering. He looked at his parents, wild and furious excitement in their eyes.

Then, when it seemed like Danny’s ears couldn’t take much more of the screeching noise, a BOOM exploded from the portal. Light poured out of the machine and flooded the room. Danny yelped and turned away. Jack stepped in front of his family and hid them with his massive torso from the explosion. Then, very suddenly, the room went dark. Every light and machine that had been just buzzing with life, died. Danny’s hearing rang in the abrupt silence.

“What the heck?” Jack was the first to say something.

“I got a flashlight, hang on,” Maddie said next. Danny heard her fumbling around her utility belt and a small light winked on. She shined it around the room. Curls of smoke rose up from the machines. The glow from the ecto-purifier had also faded.

“I don’t understand,” Maddie said, dumbfounded as she gazed around the room. “This should have worked.”

“We checked every calculation,” Jack said, equally mystified.

“And tested every single machine.” She threw up her hands. “I even made sure the damn computers turned on!”

“Well, obviously, this wasn’t going to work,” Jazz suddenly said, her anger returning. “You guys were trying to open a portal to nothing . Because ghosts don’t EXIST.”

She ripped off the hood and goggles. “I’m going back upstairs to change and burn this stupid jumpsuit, and work on processing this trauma that you have inflicted on us, yet again.” Without waiting for her parents to respond, she stomped back upstairs, her footsteps echoing off the silent basement walls

Jack shook his head. “What is her deal?”

“Oh, never mind her, Jack,” Maddie said. “We need to figure out what went wrong. We only have a day until the expo and we promised to present this.”

Danny’s parents turned their back on him and began working to restore the power, jumping right into a deep discussion. Danny took the moment to quietly slip away back upstairs.

The second he was back into his room, he let out a long exhale. Suddenly remembering he was wearing the jumpsuit, he hastily ripped it off and then threw it in the trash bin in the corner of his room.

He flopped back onto his bed, and lay in the stillness of his room for a few minutes to collect his thoughts. He stared up at the plastic, glow in the dark stars and planets stuck on his ceiling.

He couldn’t believe there was a moment back there where he thought the machine was working.

He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if ghosts were real. There were no real scientific facts about them. All those convention attendees at the ghost hunters expo all had different theories about what ghosts are - the religiously damned, aliens, spirits with unfinished business, souls that died before their time, another species - no one could settle on a single argument.

But if they did exist, what would happen then? Would they swarm the Earth, like cicadas after their years long sleep? Would they haunt each and every home and building in towns and cities, and try to claim it as their own? Would the world be plunged into a ghost apocalypse, where every human had to fight for their own human survival and soul? Were ghosts malicious or peaceful?

His parents might be arrested for creating the portal in the first place, if it did turn out bad. Or the government might force them to work alongside them to rid the Earth of the ghost population. What would happen to him and Jazz? Would they be put into juvie, just for being the kids of the Fenton Freaks? Would they be put into foster care, once the government decided Jack and Maddie were unfit parents for him and Jazz?

What if the human population adopted a sick fascination of ghosts? Businesses would try to profit off the ghosts by selling fake anti-ghost protection devices or offer tours inside “haunted” houses. There might even be a community in which some would fall in love or even want to become a ghost themselves.

The world would become absolute chaos.

Danny shuddered at the thought. He didn’t understand what his parents saw in trying to prove their existence. What good would proving the undead existed bring to the world?

His anxious, spiraling thoughts were interrupted when his computer dinged. Danny got up and sat down at his desk. He wiggled his mouse to wake up his computer. Tucker had sent him a message.

Still have all of your hair?

Danny chuckled and wrote back.

Yep. Nothing happened though. But the power in the basement blew.

Damn , was Tucker’s response. And I had just invested in a 25 pack of markers to color your head in Lancer’s class when you fall asleep.

Danny laughed out loud. I can only imagine all the pensises you’d draw.

I had planned no less than 50. Two for each color.

Well I hope you kept your receipt cause I still have a full head of hair. Unlike you. Danny made a jab at Tucker’s own buzzed haircut. He had tried growing out dreads for the school year, but his mother forced him to shave it off after he got caught staying up on the computer way too late one night. She paid the barber to give him a military buzz cut.

Shut up, dude, Tucker typed back. While you were away not getting your hair fried off your scalp, I was devising up a new battle plan to defeat Chaos.

Danny smiled. Oh yeah? Lay it on me.

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HC: BNHA Boys x Aizawa’s Daughter! Reader

Anonymous: Hello, Can I request headcanon for Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya who is dating Aizawa's daughter? She is in class 1-A but has a Quirk different from his

Hello anon! Im super sorry but I only did Shoto and Bakugo because of how long I made them- I hope you dont mind!

*Important Note: kinda backstory-ish so the HC’s make sense-basically y/n is adopted by Aisawa from a young age and she ironically has a quirk that intensifies other quirks

Alrightie thats all I wanted to add- hope you enjoy!

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SHOUTO

Aizawa totally saw that you two liked each other- you were his daughter, like of course he sees this!

Whenever Shouto would talk to you, your face would become a soft shade of pink and your nervousness would come out- you’d stumble over words, bite your lip, brush your hair behind you ears- the works

Shouto as well- it wasn’t as obvious, but he definitely acted different towards you

One time when Shoto was having a difficult time learning how to get out of zip ties (a strange little side lesson by Midnight- she wanted to show the class how to get out of a kidnapping situation in which Kaminari kept yelling out “this is sooooo kinky!”

Jirou of course slapped him, which made Aizawa stifle a laugh)

Since you had always been around heroes most of your life, you were taught well in combat and self defense skills

Aizawa watched interested as you helped Todoroki, his face becoming tinted in red and his tone softer

After you had left to do your own assignment, Aizawa had caught Shoto just staring down at his hands in amazement as if he couldn’t believe what just happened

That’s when Aizawa knew you two liked each other

He really was okay with it though-most others would have thought the hero would be over the top protective, but with Shoto-he was a good kid, kinda quiet, had a darker past than most his age but-Aizawa knew Todoroki would never intentionally hurt you.

It took a few long,grueling months for Shoto to finally ask you out, and when he did, Aizawa could only feel relieved-because Jesus Christ he’d been just waiting for you two to just start dating already!

The only thing he was worried about was-well- Shoto’s father

He knew of Endeavor, never personally, just because of the fact that Aizawa never cared for the hero

He saw him as arrogant, rude, and blinded by his own personal agenda- he also knew of Shoto’s distatse for his father, which he knew had to be for a good reason

Shoto and Aisawa had both warned you of his father, with Shoto revealing his dark childhood to you and Aizawa warning you to not cross Endeavor’s path because of his entitled nature

You and Todoroki had no intention of telling his father of your relationship, until the day when you had mistakenly visited Todoroki’s house when his father was home

Was EXTREMELY awkward

Endeavor was not kind to you- in fact he was cold and unforgiving in what he said around you

Endeavor really was flabbergasted- how could his son be wasting his time over some girl? He was also disappointed in his choice- Endeavor found your quirk to be mediocre, since he had noticed you at the Sport’s Festival. He noted that your quirk was essentially only useful to others, nothing flashy about it at all- what a waste

Why couldn't Shoto find someone with more power to add to his family’s already strong gene pool?.

Yes, he knew you were Aizawa’s daughter- but not even of blood- and even if you were, he wouldnt accept you two going out together

He also went on to say that Shoto should be focusing on his training, not on some little crush

basically stated you weren't good enough for his family or son

Shoto quickly left with you, trying to reassure as much as possible that what his old man said was not true, and that he loved you no matter what

Did you kinda cry? Yes. And did Todoroki and Aizawa wanna kick Endeavor’s ass? Also a yes

You and Todoroki continued to go out with Aizawa backing you two up, even if Shoto got into a few arguments over you with his father

One day Aizawa was supervising a team building exercise, where it was pairs of two against two. You and Shoto were on one side, while Bakugo and Deku were on the other.

Endeavor had chosen to come to UA that day to see how his son was improving, looking down at disdain that he was still courting you

Aizawa was not particularly happy having to deal with Endeavor- he knew he was judging your every move, every punch you landed, every mistake you made

You were very good at hand to hand combat though, even without a flashy quirk- as Bakugo and Shoto were sparring, you were taking Izuku head on, making him sweat a little, even with his own quirk against yours.

Endeavor still gave you the biggest dirty look ever

Aiszawa about to throw hands ngl

Then something happened- Izuku was able to finally land a hit on you, using his quirk to launch you back a few feet. You tumbled into the dirt, Todoroki running to see if you were okay.

“What is he doing?!” Endeavor grunted out in frustration, “Why is he-”

You strangely put out your hand, and Todoroki touched it. Endeavor was furious, seeing this as some form of weakness-

Todoroki then turned around, his quirk improving ten fold. Endeavor had never seen anything like it- Shoto had made an ice blast, larger than anyone he had ever seen- even from the Sports Festival.

It was-well- it was even better than his own quirk

Aizawa looked at Endeavor’s clearly shocked face with a smug expression.

Hell yeah this scum bag now knows his daughter is freaking awesome

But then Endeavor’s mind started to race- clearly your quirk had some merit. If you and Shoto could produce a child with that much power on its own, hell, his family line would forever be the #1 hero!

He grinned at the thought, turning to Aizawa, a little too cheerful

“That’s your daughter, uh-” he searched for your name, “y/n, correct-”

“Dont even start,” Aisawa cut him off, making Endeavor pissed as he walked down to the training grounds quietly to go check up on you.

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BAKUGO

Bakugo at first was very intimidated by you and was kind of an ass towards you

He knew you had a really useful quirk and was kinda scared of that

He also was so terrfied because he was starting to get the first symptoms of a crush and was too stupid to even admit to it

Classic “I like you so Im going to be mean to you” situation

Wouldn constantly say you only got into UA because of your Dad’s reputation as a Pro Hero/ Teacher

Aizawa would hear about this and would be so mortified- he was worried this would happen when going to UA, and he was extremely angry at Bakugou

But he felt that if he intervened, it would make the situation worse and confirm the rude things Bakugo was saying

You also reassured him that you were okay (even though the rude comments hurt you slightly) but you’d get over it

It just made you upset that Bakugo didnt even want to know you- you thought he was kinda cute even though he could be rude

I fully believe Aizawa (in times of crisis) would consult Midnight and Present Mic for parental advice because its gotta be tough raising a child on your own

Midnight offered to put you and Bakugo together on the next training exercise, so Bakugo would be forced to talk to you and realize you weren't so bad

AIsawa thought about it long and hard and finally agreed- he was scared Bakugo would go and be a jerk to you, but he knew you were capable of dealing with his antics

When Midnight read off the pairings that day, you were both mortified- you because you would have to be stuck with the hot head that hated your guts, while Katsuki was freaking out inside

He was going to act like an idiot around you- what the hell was Midnight thinking?!

Once you two got in the mock city set up for the training exercise, you couldn't even say a word to each other

‘All Bakugo grunted out was, “Just stay out of my way.” and trudged off

“You idiot!” you called out, “we have to work together or we fail-”

Just then, the exercise started and a giant training robot was coming after you- Bakugo feebly tried to blast it, but his flames were too short to even reach the monster

‘Let me help!” you called out, reaching for his hands- you quirk only worked if you could touch the person.

He shrugged off your advances- Jesus Christ if you saw he was getting flustered-

“Hell no!” he yelled out in panic, “Im not letting a little prick like you-”

You grabbed his face between your hands, letting your Quirk transfer to him and making his cheeks bright red

You had never even seen Bakugo so speechless- he looked like a deer in headlights

“Use your quirk!” you yelled out, hiding behind him- you didnt know how powerful his quirk would become, but with experience, you knew it was about to become intense

He shook his head, trying to clear himself of the feeling of your skin on his- it was intoxicating, even though it was only for a few seconds- and why was your presence so irritatingly calming and distracting at the same damn time?!

His heart was beating so fast, feeling your frame hiding behind him

He smirked, feeling you quirk course through is veins, and raised his arm to shoot a blast of fire at the machine

Instantly, a gigantic explosion of flames leaped out of his hands, shocking him

He instantly grounded his feet, trying to keep up with the power coming out of his hands

The blast went farther than anything he had ever produced (even his signature AP shot), licking up the side of the machine and burning it to a crisp

He looked at his hands and back at you, his heart thumping as you grabbed his shoulders in happiness and wrapping him into an impulsive hug

“We did it Bakugou!” you yelled out cheerfully

He just couldn't stop staring- why did you look so goddamn pretty?

“....Thanks...I guess your quirk is good enough for UA....” he mumbled out, looking away from you as he said it

You stared at him in shock- did he just- compliment you?

You two instantly won the training exercise, and after that, Bakugo neve bothered you- in fact he kinda just ignored you, like you didnt even exist

He just still couldnt get over the fact that you had touched him, and how he felt when you touched you, seeing those pretty eyes of yours stare into his-

One day Kirihsima caught Bakugo staring at you as you sparred with Izuku, obvious fury in his eyes

“You okay man?” he asked, sitting next to Bakugo

All he did was grunt as the obvious blush grew

Kirishima would not STOP bothering him to ask you out after that- it was so annoying to him

“Can you shut up? I dont like her?” slowly turned into “Okay you ass I get it I need to ask her out!”

You were always the last to leave class, since you always talk to your dad before you go off to lunch

And Bakugo took note of this

You had thought that the hallway was completely empty, only to see Bakugo resting against a locker, his arms folded and his head slumped down

“Hey Bakugo!” you greeted kindly, a little nervous- you really didnt know where you two stood as far as relationships go- were you enemies, rivals, acquittances, friends?

With Bakugo, who the hell knew.

“Mr. Aisawa is in classroom if you needed help with something, sorry I took so long-”

“I actually-” he gulped slightly, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I wanted to talk to you.”

Your heart started to pick up in speed- what was this all about?

“Uh, sure, what is it?” you asked politely, walking closer to him. You grabbed onto your backpack strap, gripping hard- you felt like you could float away at any moment, your nerves making your body go haywire.

“I know Ive been an ass,” he started, “and I havent talked to you much, but would you- maybe-uh...uhm..shit!” he cursed as he fumbled on his words, his cheeks a cherry red

You giggled, your face now too hitting up- was this really happening? Was he really going to ask you out?

‘Are you trying to ask me-” you started, but Bakugo instantly cut you off

“Shut up baka I was going to say it!”

“Say what, exactly?” Right at perfect time, Aizawa walked by, standing in front of your two blushing faces, asking in a colder tone than usual.

Bakugo instantly cursed everything in existence- why the hell did his teacher, your dad, show up right now?!

You two both stared at him, not knowing what to do-

Aizawa was practically staring daggers into Bakugo- fear riddled in Aizawa’s stomach. Bakugo, the most arrogant boy in his class, liked you? He say you as his sweet, innocent little girl- would this hot head destroy that image of you? And a boy who was so cruel to you- you looked ready to even say yes to him after everything he called you!

He had vaguely remembered having a conversation like this with Midnight, in which she tried to explain that most boys who had crushes would react to them with anger in which to cover up their true feelings

To be honest, Aizawa thought it was a boat full of crap until now- now he realized this was why Bakugo had terrorized you so much- but he couldn't get over the fact of how rude he was to you so many weeks back

“Bakugo, I suggest you go to lunch before I send you to the principal’s office for using language like that on school grounds- especially towards my daughter,” he stated cruelly, his eyes cold and menacing.

Bakugo stared at him, debating whether to yell something back at him- but thinking better of it, he merely just sulked, it taking everything in him to keep his mouth shut.

“Come, y/n, I’ll pick you up something up to eat from the teacher’s lounge,” Aisawa commanded softly to you, just wanting you to stay away from Bakugo for as long as possible.

As you were walking behind Aisawa, you caught a look of Bakugo sulking, looking absolutely defeated

Your heart broke for your crush, and right as your eyes met, you turned around, walking backwards slightly to mouth him a quick ‘Yes” and a smile, watching as a small grin form on Bakugo’s red cheeks

Yeah, your dad did not agree about it at first, but after he realized Bakugo loved you as much as he did and was ready to protect you with his whole life, Aisawa’s walls did melt - slightly

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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 4 years ago

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Flashback time! And maybe the rest of the chapter, depending? Eh, we’ll see when we get there.

Also, 100 follower hype! I did not realize how fast I would hit that number, so thank you all so much for coming along on this wild journey with me! <3

[No. 9 - Deku vs. Kacchan]

An Gremlin.

Katsuki is prowling through the halls, pissed as hell, while also thinking about how defiant Izuku has been recently - both with the middle school scene where Izuku said he’d be going to UA, and the much more recent moment of Izuku telling him he’s the Deku who always does his best. Katsuki thinks of him as a pebble as we transition into the past.

Young Katsuki calls out how Izuku can’t do anything, and then we see him showing off by keeping a ball up in the air with his feet while Izuku and others watch on in awe.

I get the feeling that Izuku had been trying to do it and failed, either getting bopped in the head with the ball or slipping and falling on his face in order to get that smudge across his forehead.

Anyways, Katsuki mentions how Izuku can be read as ‘Deku’, with one of the others (I think the kid with the extending neck) being impressed that he can read kanji, which Katsuki mocks with a ‘what? you can’t?’

Next comes a back and forth between flashback and narration - young Katsuki noting how ‘Deku’ means ‘someone who can’t do anything’ while the other kids are impressed and Izuku quietly mutters to knock it off, followed by current Katsuki wondering why Izuku can’t understand. We skip to another scene of Katsuki skipping rocks, with his record of seven, while Izuku is shaking as he admits he got no skips at all, then narration on Katsuki wondering why Izuku is such a loser.

(Also here you can already see Tsubasa’s wings coming in, only to be full sized in the next panel.)

Another scene skip to when Katsuki’s explosions come in - already impressively showy - with the teacher complementing it and saying he could be a hero with a flashy quirk like it. Katsuki says it makes sense, since he’s awesome and better than everyone else. We get a fade out on the flashback temporarily as we see Izuku and Katsuki tromping through the woods, Izuku complementing Katsuki’s quirk and hoping for his own to come soon, while Katsuki says that no matter what he gets, it won’t be better than his own.

We get a brief peek at current Katsuki turning a corner, calling Izuku a pebble again, and then we return to the past. The other kindergarteners gossip about Izuku’s lack of quirk and their pity for him while Izuku himself is completely lost in his own head, practically disassociating. You can already see how the kids gossip around him while he’s isolated and alone; Katsuki looks on and considers Izuku ‘not awesome at all’.

(-River scene river scene river scene river scene-)

Your options:

Take the hand

Regret later <==

But in full seriousness, this is actually pretty interesting as a scene. We see Katsuki acting as leader, full of confidence as per usual, up until he slips - and in that moment, we can see his face and his shock and fear. The others are shocked that he fell in, looking over the edge to see if he’s okay. Tsubasa notes that Kacchan’s strong, so he’s probably fine, and the kid with the stretchy fingers tells Katsuki to get back up there. Katsuki’s narration rants that he was just fine and that it was no big deal while his younger self rubs at his head and agrees that he’s okay.

In the next panel, we get Izuku down in the river with him and offers his hand, asking if he needs help, if he can stand, and hopes that he hadn’t hit his head. Young Katsuki gets pissed, while the narration asks why Izuku had looked at him that way.

The next two panels transition back to the present, Katsuki recalling Izuku’s rescue of him with similar eyes, and then to the current events with Katsuki looking super emotionally constipated (shocker) as he mentions again how he’s better than Izuku. Almost like he’s not confident about his superiority anymore.

Anyways, we move onwards to Ochako having just found the room with the bomb and Tenya. She thinks about how she needs to stay hidden until Izuku shows up, only to get confused at whatever Tenya is muttering about. Which turns out to be about the exercise! He notes how Katsuki’s tendency towards troublemaking means the exercise is perfectly suited to him, while Tenya himself needs to also take on the role of a villain. He notes that he brings shame to the family name, he must commit to the training since it will help him become a better man. And then we get this:

A fucking dork. I love him so much. And Ochako can’t help but laugh as well at how serious he is about it - which unfortunately gets her caught by him, much to her embarrassment. He calls her out, and then states that it was within his calculations once Katsuki ran off. And since he knows her quirk works by levitating objects she touches, he countered her by cleaning up the entire floor of any possible objects she could use against him. With an evil laugh, he declares that her tricks won’t work there and that she’s miscalculated, while she cringes and notes that he’s really getting into it.

We shift over to Izuku, who’s still waiting in the same spot. He thinks about how Katsuki knew Izuku was reading him, so led with a kick instead. With his guard up, it won’t be easy to get past his defenses, so Izuku needs a strategy. Ochako calls him over the headset, letting him know Tenya found her and that she’s inching back, but…

Izuku asks where she is while Tenya approaches her, the latter thinking about how he doesn’t want to get rough with her.

(Interesting that this is not the last time we’ll obviously see the ‘don’t be rough with her’ that others seem to believe versus cases like Katsuki who take her entirely seriously - and Ochako herself, who proves as time goes on to be a very determined and capable hero in her own right.)

Ochako tells Izuku she’s in the center of the fifth floor, which Izuku notes is right above him. He also notes that there’s not much time left, and the villains win with the timer running out. He thinks about how he doesn’t want to lose here, while Katsuki shows up with a show of his gauntlet (which is fucking HUGE what the hell) which he states is loaded up.

He stares down Izuku from the other side of the corridor, asking why Izuku isn’t using his quirk, and whether he’s mocking him. Izuku is startled, and Katsuki is pretty fucking manic at this point. Izuku is sweating as he thinks that it’s now or never, and that he can do it. He tells Katsuki again that he’s not afraid anymore, and Katsuki starts mentioning that ‘Izuku probably knows this from his stalking’ before going into the details of his quirk - that the sweat glands on his palms secrete ‘something like nitroglycerin’, which is how he makes his explosions.

Izuku is confused why Katsuki is bringing it up, while Katsuki locks and loads his right gauntlet. He says that if the support company honored his design requests, the gauntlets have been storing that fluid. All Might catches on to what’s about to happen, and tells Katsuki to stop it, asking if he’s trying to kill Izuku.

Jesus fucking christ, Katsuki, Izuku had nowhere to dodge to with that!

Tenya and Ochako struggle to keep their balance as the building shakes. Kirishima is freaked out himself and thought it had just been practice, while All Might is is shocked and worried about Izuku. Izuku is in the middle of the debris, just half a foot to the side of the huge hole blasted in the wall, and pants as he sits up to stare at Katsuki with newfound fear, wondering (much like us) why they gave Katsuki that kind of firepower.

⇒ Katsuki: Go completely fucking unhinged.

Well then! What a panel to end a chapter on, yeah? This definitely isn’t a face that ends up in Izuku’s nightmares or anything. But hey, probably only for the next few days, which is good, right?

(cough)

Anyways, see y’all next time for the conclusion to this fight (I think), with only a bit more until we get to the USJ and our first introduction to the greater plot of the series!

#chapter 9 #readthrough #opening arcs #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #yagi toshinori #in which Katsuki proves to be completely fucking mental #like jesus christ kid calm down #all your complexes are showing right now #also totally related but #the hands....#it's about the hands....

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shera-dnd · 4 years ago

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Face Turn - Tag In

So who wants to watch Weiss confront her emotional turmoil like a mature adult?

Sorry to disappoint, but this bitch is getting blackout drunk this chapter

Here is the AO3 link if you wanna watch the train wreck over there instead

Weiss had already gotten a headstart by the time Jaune came in. She wasn’t counting the bottles, she just knew it would be many and that she would regret this later. But that was a problem for future Weiss and present Weiss just wanted to stop thinking about things for a while.

She forced herself to her feet after she heard a knock and dragged herself to the door. She didn’t even check who it was before yanking the door open with far more force than necessary.

“Holy shit, Weiss!” Jaune nearly jumped back at that.

Huh, he also said her name correctly, but it didn’t register the same way Yang did.

Well, of course it didn’t.

“Are you okay?” He asked, making his way inside.

“Would I have fucking called you over here to get shitfaced if I was?” She countered, chugging the rest of her beer as she returned to the couch.

“Are you sure that drinking away your problems is a good idea?” He tried, but it only earned a bitter laugh from her.

“It isn’t,” she replied, already cracking open the next one, “and I knew you’d try to talk me out of it. That’s why I’ve been pre-gaming for an hour now.”

He let out a defeated sigh, before sitting next to her and cracking one open for himself.

“So are you gonna tell me what happened?” He asked, taking a sip.

“Jaune, what do I hate the most?”

“Your family,” he answered, far quicker than he had any right to.

“Okay, what’s the second thing I hate the most?” She tried again.

“Losing?” Once again his answer came far too quick, “damn it, Weiss, is this over that stupid match?”

“What?” Ah shit she had forgotten about that match, “I’m not that much of a sore loser!”

“Okay then who did you lose to that got you like this?”

She paused for a moment, trying to think about how she was gonna say this, but then she realized she was too drunk to say anything profound or coherent, so she just blurted out.

“Feelings, Jaune,” she sounded like a stupid teenager and she hated it, “I lost to my own fucking feelings!”

“I… what?” That stupid look of confusion on his face didn’t help her feel any better.

“Shut up!” she groaned.

“You,” he started, “Weiss Schnee, professional martial artist, former military, bonafide stone cold badass. You ‘lost’ to your own feelings?”

“Shut up!” she repeated after every additional bit of praise to her abilities, all of it just making her feel worse and worse.

“Huh,” he pondered for a moment, taking another sip, “Honestly it kinda makes me feel a little better knowing even someone like you can get like that.”

“Wow! Thanks, Jaune,” she mocked, “feeling so much better already.”

“Sorry,” he winced as he realized how much of a prick he was being, “so what feelings got you like that?”

At that she blabbered on and on about Yang and about the Freezer Burn shippers and about her stupid fucking behavior earlier that day. It all sounded so pathetically simple that it made her stupidity hurt even more in hindsight.

“Shit, I’m sorry Weiss,” he apologized, trying to offer his most comforting smile. It looked awkward and forced.

Unaffected by Jaune’s attempts at comfort, she simply continued to groan loudly.

“Ugh, I don’t fucking know how to deal with feelings!” She complained.

“Hey, what happened to ‘the first thing I taught myself was to let myself feel things’?” He tried to get her back on her groove, but it failed miserably.

“Well guess what,” she bit back, “I’m a shit teacher and a worse student!”

She laughed at her own comment as she took another drink.

“Then let me reinforce that,” he leaned forward and held her by her shoulders, so she would look at him, “let yourself feel things, Weiss. This crap isn’t healthy.”

“Like you’re the picture of emotional health,” she argued back, unable to put down her combative side.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, “stop getting so angry at yourself for having human emotions and just let yourself feel something positive for a change.”

Weiss refused. Even if just out of habit. Even if just because she didn’t know how to do otherwise. She refused.

“So what would you have me do?” she mocked once more, “walk back to Amity, cry about my feelings and hope Yang wants to hug it out afterwards?”

She tried not to get distracted by the thought of how nice and warm those hugs would feel.

“No! I mean, not unless you want to, but that would still be weird,” Jaune rambled, “anyway, what I mean is that you need to acknowledge what you’re feeling instead of going on the defensive whenever you think about it.”

“Fine!” she shouted again, “I like Yang Xiao Long! She’s sweet, and kind, and a colossal dork, but she doesn’t pull any punches or pity me. She is a god damn angel and she’s so fucking pretty and I want her to hold me!”

“Like… you just want her to hug you?” he asked, focusing on the wrong thing.

“Yeah!” She turned to fix him a death glare, “I want a hug! You got a problem with that?”

“Can I give you a hug?” he offered, very awkwardly.

“Fuck off,” she deadpanned as she sipped from her drink again.

“Okay that’s fair,” he took another sip and sat there in silence for a moment, “then why don’t you just go there and hug her?”

“And admit defeat? Never!” She deflected again.

“But who would you even be losing to?”

“We already went over this, Jaune!” she shook her head, feigning disappointment that they weren’t on the same page here.

“Your feelings aren’t some alien entity you can lose to, Weiss,” he insisted, “and you can’t keep fighting them like this.”

“Fucking watch me!”

“Weiss!”

“Okay fine,” she groaned, “it’s just… What if she’s a bad person? What if I let myself fall for her and suddenly she turns out to be a manipulative asshole? I know she’s a sweetheart and she doesn’t look like an asshole, but mom didn’t think Jacques looked like an asshole either. How can I trust that she isn’t lying too?”

At that they had both fallen silent. While Jaune didn’t feel comfortable drinking anymore, Weiss was already going for the next one. This heart to heart was nice, but she wasn’t planning on remembering any of it.

“You can’t,” he eventually answered, “but can you really live your whole life afraid that everyone will turn out to be just like your dad?”

No, she couldn’t. It was exhausting and terrifying. But could she really just stop doing that? Could she really just decided to make this end?

“I want to trust her,” she replied weakly, her though bitch act now completely gone, “I really do, but I don’t know if I can.”

“You have to at least try.”

Try.

Yeah, she could try. Even if she failed she could at least say she tried.

The weak smile that had formed on her face was soon replaced by an expression of complete frustration.

“The fans are gonna be insufferable about this,” she groaned as she leaned back on the couch, suddenly feeling really tired.

“Well, fuck the fans,” he declared in his best Weiss impression. It wasn’t very good, “this is about you and Yang and no one else. Don’t let them make this about them.”

“Yeah,” she nodded and repeated with more enthusiasm, “Yeah!”

“Yeah!” He cheered her on.

“You know what? I’m gonna go call her right now!” She declared.

“Yeah!” It took him a moment to realize what she had just said, “wait! No!”

“You can’t stop me, Arc,” she challenged, already picking up her phone.

“You’re too drunk to have that conversation!” He reached for her phone, but she pushed him away.

They struggled like this for a moment, before Weiss decided that it was a good idea to try to get up to escape Jaune. It wasn’t. It was a very bad idea.

The last thing she remembered before all that alcohol rushed straight to her head, was just how comfy her couch looked right now.

#rwby #freezerburn #Freezer burn #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #jaune arc #fanfic #wrestling au

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anastasiyaigorevnadobrodevskaya · 5 years ago

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Pride and prejudice - Vasiliy Alexandrovich Podkolzin

AN: There is way too little content for this Russian boy. Enjoy. (:

Word count: 5 023

A day like any other. Boredom, annoying questions by teachers, who think we have actually studied for their classes. The classes, which are according to my humble opinion, completely useless. Don’t let me forget to mention the stupid jokes during breaks and also classes. Hyperactive freaks, who had way too many cokes or cups of coffee for breakfast are dashing around bored students, who are dragging their feet behind them as if they were useless pylons in the narrow halls. Professors, who strode along the hallways give off the feeling of having all the time in the world. You know, the school classic.

I’ve just changed after my PE class and am currently waiting for my classmate Terka. There are two Tereza’s in our class so she’s Terka and I am Tete. But we both turn around when someone calls Terka, anyway.

I am leaning on the wall with my arms crossed, waiting for her to pick up her belongings. When she’s done we leave the locker room. I tap my pocket and realize that, in fact what I am looking for is not there. “Give me a second, I left my phone in there,” I say and jog back in to the locker room.

“Psh,” she sighs with a smile. At first I was the one waiting and now the tables have turned.

I find it in the same spot where I’ve left it. On a bench in the corner of the locker room. I grasp it a little bit more swiftly than I intended to. I shake my head at myself when I almost drop it. The second I exit the locker room I am met with a not so pleasant sight.

Standing right across from Terka is a tall brown-haired imbecile.

He has clearly said something that made her uncomfortable. I figure that out by her defensive posture and desperate glance in my direction. Her action alerts the idiot and his gaze falls upon me.

“Ah, there she is,” he turns towards me with his smirk and accent, which is much more beautiful than he actually deserves. He’s probably the most egoistic and annoying hockey player I know (and I know quite a few). Vasiliy Podkolzin. Never have I minded his existence. Well, until he decided to annoy me with it. I don’t get what is his deal, but not once in his life did he say a nice word about me. Since the beginning of school he’s had some kind of a problem with me, but to this day I have no idea what it is. To hell with that! But he is not going to jibe at my friend.

“Leave her alone,” I furrow my eyebrows at him and slide my phone in the pocket of my jeans. Exactly where it should’ve been before.

He snorts and slides his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. Wow. Sweatpants in the school. Nice. A hockey player no doubt. I roll my eyes at the choice of his attire. “What exactly have I done?” he raises his eyebrow challengingly and tilts his head.

“I get that you have nothing better to do and are desperately trying to attract some kind of attention,” I start to which he merely raises his eyebrows again. “But leave her,” I gesture towards Terka, “alone.” I cross my arms over my chest. She just keeps switching her look between the two of us. Slight panic growing in her eyes. Poor thing, she is an introvert.

“Or what?” he shrugs and leans on a wall with a smirk I would more than like to wipe of his face with a hard slap.

I roll my eyes again. Seems it is a frequent reaction of mine to his presence. “Because by a conversation with intelligent people you could actually learn something,” I sass him and a smirk finds its way on my lips.

“Lucky me for talking to you then,” his smirk grows even wider and he acts like he’s the absolute winner.

And he is, I have no reply to that. Unless.. “Shouldn’t you be watching the game clips and learning that one does not deke on the blue line?” I smile kindly. I attend the U20 games regularly and unfortunately for him I remember his mistake in the weekend game very well. Which led to the odd man rush and a goal afterwards

I am pretty sure my remark hit a nerve. His smirk falters and he presses his pink lips to a thin line. No one enjoys getting their mistake rubbed in their face. Especially if it’s something you more than care about. “You won,” he rises his hands in surrender.

What? I recoil. I don’t remember this happening before. I look at him dumbfounded, but he just shrugs and seems genuine. I raise my brows and turn towards Terka. She is just as confused as I am. I tip my head in the direction of the classrooms. She nods and heads that direction. I follow her suit. While I am passing him he grabs my wrist and says quietly: “by the way. Nice article.”

I turn to look at him and see the vicious grimace on his face again. I scowl and try to look as disgusted as possible. I free myself from his grip on my wrist and say smugly: “so it actually can read.” How on Earth did he get to that?

His smirk grows even wider, content with my reaction to his comment. “But I am glad you can appreciate my individual puck handling skills marked by Russian school,” he mocks the exact words from my article. I swallow the lump in my throat. How did he know I wrote that? And why the hell could he quote my article!

“Play well or don’t play at all,” I put together a coherent sentence and say it in the most convincing tone I can muster at the moment. “Alexandrovich,” I add with disgust lacing my tone and resist the urge to spit in his face. I bump his shoulder instead. Which I actually fail and hurt myself rather than intimidating him.

“Can’t wait to read another article,” he states from behind me. I just throw him a stern look and flip him off. When we get out of his line of sight I rub my shoulder with a painful grimace and walk eagerly towards my homeroom.

▪

I place my belongings in my homeroom and mumble about using the restroom to Terka. I don’t miss the strange looks sent my way by my classmates, who have probably overheard the bickering with the stupid Russian in the hall. I walk over to the other side of the school, because almost no one uses these bathrooms.

With quick strides I make my way through the almost empty hall with my gaze fixed on the ground. I successfully manage to dodge the little to no students shuffling outside of their homerooms. Just before I reach the staircase I lift my gaze. Mistake. My eyes meet the stupid stare of the narcissist. He looks at me with that cocky smirk of his and continues an undoubtedly life-changing conversation with one of his classmates. I startle and flinch slightly, for not more than a millisecond and then I take off down the stairs.

I burst the bathroom door open and let them close with a loud bang. I lean on a wall and look up at the ceiling, his words playing over and over in my mind. That was a cheap shot. I shake my head and push myself of the wall. I walk in one of the stalls and take out my headphones and phone. I start the music and breathe out with my eyes closed.

That was shitty. I know it wasn’t fair throwing at him his Sunday’s mistake. But I didn’t expect that. How the hell did he know? How did he get to the article? No one was supposed to know it was me writing them. I know he’s noticed me at his games, but there’s no way he could’ve gotten to that. No one knows! Well, at least I thought so.

I emerge from the stall and lean on the sink. I wash my hands and splash my face with water. I take a look at my reflection in the mirror. Is seriously some hockey player full of himself going to throw you off? Absolutely not. I dry myself off and head back to the classroom.

„You okay? “ Terka asks.

„Of course, “I reply and take stuff for my next class out of my bag. „Listen, “I grab her attention after a moment of silence. „Does anyone know about my articles? “I ask with a small voice.

„I don’t think so. Why? “

„Just asking. “

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One week later.

Pushing your way through a bus in the morning is pretty interesting. Pushing your way through a bus with crutches and a backpack on your back is pretty funny. Please note the sarcasm, thank you. I almost fell flat on my face while exiting the bus. Keyword: almost.

What happened to me? I’ll answer this question with a different question. What is the probability of one falling on the ice and breaking their leg? Big enough to have a cast on mine.

I wait until most of the people pass and at an agonizingly slow pace I make my way to the school entrance. I have a bit of trouble with opening the sturdy door, but with the help of a couple of passing students I make my way inside. The bigger problem is the staircase leading to the second floor, where my classroom is located. I sigh and reach the first step. With one hand I grab the crutches and with the other I grip the railing. I walk three steps and come to a stop.

God this is torment. Well whatever. I hop to the next step. My small fingers barely get a grip on the crutches and I struggle to keep a hold on them. Just don’t drop them. Just don’t drop them. That’s the last thing I need right now.

„Need a hand with that? “A familiar voice tinted with Russian accent asks above me. I mentally curse and reluctantly look up.

Of course there’s standing Vasiliy. So it really can get worse? I ask myself. I look around. The poor amount of people present would rather get the ground to swallow them than help someone. Yes, it can. I sigh and nod.

He descends the stairs and takes the crutches out of my hands and carefully slides the bag of my shoulders. He dashes up, sets my belongings on the landing and comes back. I place my hand on his shoulder and give my things and then him a skeptical look. He doesn’t seem like he’s up to some dirty shit, but one does never know.

He adjusts my hand so it’s around his neck and wraps his big fingers around my slim wrist. He wraps his other hand around my waist and looks at me with the question written all over his (unfortunately handsome) face.

„If you take me up two steps, then walk away and leave my stuff there,“ I tilt my head in the direction of the landing, „I swear I’ll kick your ass.“ Slowly we start to take up the stairs and I am trying to keep my balance so both of us don’t roll down to the entrance.

He laughs and shakes his head: „I am not that big of an asshole. “

„I wouldn’t be too sure about that, “I point out honestly and glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He presses his (for a guy too red) lips in a firm line.

„What even happened to you? “He changes the topic and his grip on my wrist tightens slightly.

„Broken leg, “by a dumb answer I try to avoid the explanation.

„I can see that, “he roll his eyes.

„I fell on the ice, “I answer shortly. „I played hockey, “I add quietly after a while and wait for his witless remark or an insult.

„The shin? “He asks instead of mockery. Surprised I raise my eyebrows, but nod nevertheless.

We reach the upper floor and I lean on a wall by my arm. He jogs down to gather my stuff and hands me the crutches. „Thanks, “I smile weakly. He throws my bag over his shoulder and I look at him confused. „I can possibly manage the couple of meters there. “

„Are you implying that I can’t, “and the smirk is back. I’d rather take that than a kind smile. His friendliness frightens me. I mean, when it’s aimed at me. You get the point.

I roll my eyes, but against my better judgement a small smile finds its way onto my lips. He won’t give me the bag any time soon. Hence I follow him towards, the classroom.

„Where’s your spot? “ He asks when he walks into the classroom. I point at the desk right next to the door and he sets down my backpack on the desk. I don’t miss the weird looks of some of my classmates. The two of us fighting or not talking at all is the general knowledge. To be honest I am just as confused as they are. For the first time in three years we’re not getting at each other’s throat. What a rare moment.

„Bye, “he turns around and walks away.

„Hey Vasya, “he turns around with eyebrows raised in obvious surprise at the nickname. „Спасибо (Spasiba),“ I lift the corner of my lips. He nods and leaves quickly.

„What was that Tete? “One of my classmates asks.

„I have no idea, “I shake my head.

▪

Finally Friday. With my leg propped on a huge couch a game of hockey playing on the TV and a can of beer in my hand. Really an amazing Friday. Would be better without the cast, but I cannot change certain things.

Since I’ve been hobbling with the crutches it is as if I started to exist for the others. It attracts attention and I am not the ghost of our school anymore. People notice me and get out of my way in the halls. I wouldn’t complain if they weren’t looking at me as if I had the plague. But what’s weird is that Vasya is being nice to me. The worst thing is, that I absolutely don’t understand why.

After a while my phone lights up with a new message and I reluctantly reach for it. Right after I take a sip from my beer and criticise the hockey players on the TV for a mistake in the defensive zone. Dumbasses.

Василий(Vasiliy)

>Hi

I furrow my brows surprised, but reply nevertheless.

>Hi?

Василий

>You won’t be writing articles much now huh?

I roll my eyes at the question. Since when do I even have him on snap? Better question. Why do I even have him on snap?

>Eh, well I won’t be going to the games now.. Why are you interested?

Василий

>Aha

>Won’t you lose the readers?

And what is this question supposed to mean now? I frown.

>Vasya what is your point?

Василий

>Come to the game

>Do you even know how many steps are in the arena?

Василий

>I’ll help you

>You are beginning to scare me.

>What is up with you?

>Why am I supposed to go there?

Isn’t he supposed to be happy to get rid of me at least in the arena?

Василий

>I want to talk to you but not on the phone

>Ok?

Although, I have no idea what he wants from me, but the worst case scenario is me going for a walk and punching him in the face tomorrow.

Василий

>Are you coming?

>Yeah.

May I add that in the past three years he has texted me three times, at most? And I am pretty sure I didn’t add him on snapchat. If him helping me with my broken leg in the past week wasn’t weird, then this definitely is. What is going on here? At first he is helping me and now he is texting me to come to his game? If I recall correctly at his latest game he fought with me and tried to embarrass me in front of his teammates. What a douchebag.

▪

When I get to the arena guys are already warming up outside. I sigh and head for the entrance. The moment I get closer they notice me. Vasiliy runs up to me with a surprising smile on his features.

I let my gaze wander over his figure. Muscular tights poking out of dark shorts, a black t-shirt covering a toned chest and abdomen. Can’t miss the – probably – team cap worn backwards. He might be a narcissistic idiot, but he looks good. You have to give him that. When I look him up and down I clear my throat and wait for what he has to say.

“You came,” he says as if I weren’t standing right in front of him.

“Yeah. I said I would,” I shrug.

“Yeah,” he nods and throws his hand in the direction of the entrance. “Um, you can go and take a seat, but won’t you be cold?” he looks at me sceptical.

I am currently wearing black jeans and a short sleeved t-shirt decorated with a huge team logo. “Will you hold this for a second?” I hand him the crutches and he takes them with no hesitation. I lift my brow, but choose to not comment on it. I take the drawstring bag of my shoulders and pull out a dark hoodie. I show it to him with a smirk on my face and he looks at me impressed.

“You are going to be cold anyway if you’re going to sit there for two hours,” he points out.

I roll my eyes. “What do you even want from me?”

“Come inside, I’ll get you something,” he takes the hoodie out of my hands and hands me back the crutches, absolutely ignoring my previous question.

“Vasya stop.” He turns back around. “What is going on? Why am I here?” I ask exasperated.

He takes off his cap, runs his fingers over his hair and puts it back. An incredibly inappropriate comment and thought, but that was hot. “Can we talk after the game?”

“No,” I shake my head. You’re not getting out of this that easily. “We have been fighting since the first grade and you’ve never said a nice thing about me. I break my leg and you are a different person. You’re helping me and inviting me to your game. The least I deserve is an explanation,” I breathe out, desperate for an answer. “By the way, guys are missing you,” I tip my head in the direction of a circle of boys kicking a ball. A couple of them is looking in our direction.

He glances at them with a raised middle finger of his hand and trains his attention at me again. “Since the first moment I met you – three years ago – I have hated you,” he starts with a heavy sight.

“That is one way how to start a story,” I point out sarcastically and roll my eyes.

“Shut up,” he says and quickly continues and doesn’t give me the chance to add anything. “But when I saw you helplessly climbing up the stairs,” after his words I furrow my brows, “It was as if something flipped in me.”

“You mean someone flipped you off,” I correct him with a satisfied smirk.

“This is exactly why I hate you,” he looks at me with his characteristic stern look and I roll my eyes once again.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

He ignores my question – again – and continues. “I knew about you only the things I’d heard from someone and I assumed the rest. Call it prejudice if you want to,” he waves his hand, which is holding my hoodie.

I adjust my crutches and tilt my head to the side. I am listening to him with interest and amazement, that his chicken brain can produce so complicated sentences. “The problem is that the more I learned about you the more my illusion about you crumbled,” I look him up and down again and try to process what he is so determinedly explaining. Prejudice and a spoiled illusion? “I am trying to say that I’ve been an asshole and for absolutely no reason, it wasn’t fair. I am sorry Tete.”

Did he just call me Tete? Not once in my life did he call me that. It was whether Tereza or my last name. I look at him intensely for a second and wonder if he is saying the truth. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he nods.

“Okay,” I nod. “Apology accepted,” it is only fair to accept it. I’ve done exactly the same what he did.

“You addressed me as Tete. You’ve never done that before,” I point out after a while and he laughs. I swear his cheeks just got red!

“Yeah. And you called me Vasya,” he rubs the nape of his neck. “Almost no one calls me that here in Slovakia. Well, besides them,” he jabs his thumb in the direction of his teammates. That is probably true. Not many people know nicknames of Russian names. When I realize that my cheeks get pink and I train my gaze on his blue sneakers.

“Go out with me,” he throws in as if he wasn’t talking to a person, he just told that he hates them in their eyes.

“What?” my head snaps up and my eyes go wide.

He sighs and waves his hands dramatically. “Tete I like you if you didn’t get it already.”

I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t get out a single sound. I just stare at him dumbfounded. Suddenly I recover and shake my head. “You act like the biggest asshole around and just because you assumed?” I almost yell at him. He flinches and looks unhappy. “Do you realize how stupid you sound right now?”

“I am quite aware,” he nods. He is unbelievable! “Look. I get that you are angry, but give me a chance to fix it,” he looks at me hopeful. “Please.”

“Would you hold this please?” I hand him my crutch. He takes it willingly and I – with now a free hand – slap him with as much strength I can muster. My hand stings from the contact. But it was worth it! A strangled laugh comes from his teammates. I look over at the idiots.

“Shut the fuck up,” one smacks the head of the other one.

“Ouch! Are you fucking nuts? Why did you do that?” with every cell in my body I try not to laugh when the two of them start to bicker.

I look back at the Russian in front of me and furrow my brows. I snatch the crutch out of his hand and lean on it. He turns to look at me and rubs his reddening cheek.

“I admit,” he holds his hand to his cheek. “I deserved that.”

“Damn, you did,” I snarl. I turn around and head to the bus stop.

“Tete wait!” he runs up in front of me and tries to stop me with his raised hands.

I snatch the hoodie out of his hands and side-step him. I hear him sigh and out of the corner of my eye I see his defeated posture. I stop and train my attention at the sky. Please don’t make me regret this. I close my eyes and sigh heavily. “Fine,” I turn to look at him. He looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I also hated you only because of prejudice and stereotypes. To be honest you didn’t help it much,” I admit and he nods. “The stupidest out of all of this mess is that I like you too,” I roll my eyes, but can’t help the slight blush on my cheeks.

“Excuse me?” his eyes go wide.

“And what did you think? I don’t believe a guy with your ego hasn’t taken the notice of his looks. If only for a second you didn’t have your head up your ass, you would notice that we have a lot more in common than I am comfortable with.” He opens his mouth to protest, but he immediately closes them. He is probably thinking over my words.

“Apparently the both of us have made a mistake,” I state loudly. “Let’s try to bury the war axe,” I raise my eyebrows and outstretch my right hand.

He looks at my hand and then at me. Eventually he puts his large hand in mine and shakes it.

“So…” he starts and I raise my eyebrows expectantly. “Ah, сука(suka),” he says and grabs my small face in his hands. My eyes go wide and my heart starts to pound as if I just ran a mile. “Actually I’ve liked you for a long time,” he whispers. “I refused to admit it myself. It was easier to keep the hatred rather than try to make you mine,” he shakes his head. “The pride made me hate you,” he snorts at his own words.

I place my hand on his wrist and offer him a weak smile trying to slow down my heartrate again. “I think I know what you are talking about.” His proximity and touch is not helping my nervousness at all.

“Dear Lord, how much longer will I be there for?” comes from behind him.

“Kiss her already!” one of his teammates yells at him.

That finally sets him in motion and he presses his lips to mine. Not before he sends the finger his way. I hear clapping, shouting and wolf-whistling. Hockey players. He places his hand – the one used to respond to his teammate in sign language – on my waist and brings me closer. The action makes my crutch fall and it lands on the ground with a loud bang. He pulls back all smiley like a kid in a candy store.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago,” he moves the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Don’t be so full of yourself and go get ready for the game,” I roll my eyes, but with a smile on my face, which I am not trying to hide – this time.

“I’ll score for you,” he smirks with a wink.

“What if you don’t?” I tease and slip my hand down on his strong forearm.

“Are you doubting me?” he raises his eyebrows.

Instead of a verbal response I just shrug with a not interested purse of my lips.

He leans in and whispers to my ear. “Watch and learn.” I get goose bumps from his voice being so close.

He picks up the crutch from the ground and hands it to me with a quick wink. He takes off towards his teammates, all smiles. They greet him with an applause and couple of slaps on the back. I laugh and shake my head. Hockey players.

▪

In reality, he scored just like he had said he would.

A pass in front of the net and a he tipped it in. Right after the goal he looked at me and pointed in my direction. I couldn’t, but laugh at his childish romance.

“A goal scored by number 11. Vasiliy Podkolzin,” echoed in the almost empty arena. Let’s face it. A ridiculously small amount of people attends the junior games.

Vasya took the puck and set it aside. I didn’t get it. It wasn’t his milestone goal or anything. Or was it?

▪

“I told you,” is the first thing he says, the moment he emerges from the locker room.

I roll my eyes at his words.

“Not even a hug?” he looks at me offended with a pout. Like a kid.

I laugh and motion for him to come closer. My leg didn’t heal magically. I lean the crutches on the wall and wrap my arms around him, when he gets closer.

“It’s hard to believe that I hated you just a couple of hours ago,” I state and wrap my hands around his neck. “But now that I think about it. Shut up, don’t say whatever you wanted to say,” I silence him before he has the chance to doubt my ability to think. He just rolls his eyes, but lets me continue nonetheless. “One would expect, that people like us are best friends or something. We have in common quite a lot,” I shrug.

He laughs and brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It was mutual,” he shrugs. I want to scold him, but I don’t have the chance because he kisses me. If we hadn’t been fighting we could’ve spent the past three years kissing. Why are people so stupid? “I’ve got you something,” he mumbles against my lips.

“And what is it?” I raise my brows and pull back.

He pulls a puck out of the pocket of his trademark sweatpants and places it in my hand. I look at him expectantly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just smiles. I examine the black piece of rubber in my small hand and break into the laughter. I look at him and hug him tightly.

“Are you going to write another article about me?” he couldn’t help himself, but chirp me.

“Shut up you idiot,” I mumble against his chest.

“And we are back to the insults,” he shakes his head. “But I am your idiot from now on,” he presses a kiss to my hair and brings me closer, if that is even possible.

On a white tape stuck around the puck is next to today’s date with a black sharpie written – probably by the coach – in a nasty handwriting “1ST GOAL IN RELATIONSHIP”.

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fae-redux · 5 years ago

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im stuck on you

S: People usually find their soulmate by following their heart (the closer you are to your soulmate, the warmer you’ll feel). Remus has been pining for so long, he doesn’t know how to handle himself.

P: dukeceit

happy birthday, @littlemisschameleon!! it’s corona and i can’t give you a physical present so have some dukeceit soulmate au!! i hope you like it :D (here’s an ao3 link if yall like that formatting better)

***

Remus sends the letter because Roman’s teacher thinks a penpal will help him learn English. Also, because Roman thinks it’s stranger danger and won’t.

If he gets kidnapped, at least there’s a chance for his heart to feel warmer whichever direction his kidnapper goes. Fact remains, he’s freezing and bored and he’d do pretty much anything to not be.

He neglects to say that in the letter.

His penpal instead receives the gift of approximately two full pages of fun facts about different species of mushrooms and how fast they can decay different animals. It’s pretty well written, if he says so himself, and it’s all in English because he’s polite, not because it has to be.

Any who, Ms. Andrea says she’s not going to read the letters before they’re sent, and Roman is only required to send one at a time, so Remus signs it with his own name and lets it go.

He doesn’t expect the letter he gets back to be so nice.

His penpal’s name is Janus and he doesn’t like to eat mushrooms unless they’re in fried rice, but he loves how mushrooms look.

There are little mushroom doodles that line the bottom, along with a few snakes, which Janus goes on to say is because they’re his favorite animal because of the way they unhinge their jaws.

Remus has never wished to be in the same school as someone more.

***

The next letter they write to each other includes their emails, and Remus takes full advantage of it to send Janus all the deadliest snakes he’s found out about in the library, and includes a pain scale with human accounts of getting bitten.

Janus sends back a heart and fun facts about the deadliest octopi in the ocean.

He feels his heart get slightly warmer when he hugs the monitor, and when he loudly proclaims he found his soulmate, he gets a laugh from Roman.

He asks him what his plan is here, and Remus tells him to shut his fuck and keep his nose out of it if he doesn’t want to get smacked.

***

When they’re old enough to have phones, they exchange cell numbers, and Remus gets daily updates instead of sporadic emails.

He finds out that Janus likes to dress a little more on the punk side and that he wants a million tattoos as soon as he’s old enough. Janus tells him about foster homes and how he thinks he might be sticking with one of the other kids he met who is a little older than him, but is sort of like him.

Janus is smart, smarter than anyone he’s ever met in real life, and he wants to go to law school because he knows he can talk his way out of hell if the devil asked him to try, and Remus is inclined to believe he could do it if he wanted to. He thinks through all his words, his every movement, ten times before he follows through, unlike Remus’ zero-thought policy.

He learns that Janus likes boys, but there aren’t really other people in his hometown like him, and that he wants to study in a big city someday so he’s not so alone.

He learns that Janus wants to keep talking to him forever, or at least that’s what he tells him.

Remus in turn tells him about his brother, and their origin story. He tells him about how everyone else just seemed to have grown out of curiosity and how he feels out of touch with other people his age sometimes.

There’s still a part of him that feels like he’s been touching all the stars in the sky, but none of them have set his orbit quite right, leaving him drifting endlessly.

He tells him that he might like boys too, but he doesn’t really want to tell his mom because she already rags on him for everything else, like wanting to go to art school and his knife collection and how he’ll never meet his soulmate with an attitude like his.

He doesn’t tell him about the small seed of doubt in the back of his head that Janus won’t want to stay if he ever meets him in real life.

He tells him he wants to keep talking forever too.

***

They don’t ever talk about meeting in person. For the first time in their lives, they’re in the same city, but every time he goes to bring it up, seeing a picture of Janus in the financial district, or near his favorite Starbucks, something makes him hesitate.

Remus wants it so bad, it feels like all the air in his lungs isn’t real sometimes, or like something cut up his insides then spooned all the pieces out to replace them with ice. Still, the thought lingers in the back of his mind that Janus hasn’t suggested it for a reason.

They still talk all the time though, whether it's to rant about professors, or homework, or siblings, or just about something they saw recently.

Janus tends to hyperfocus on cases he works on in his internship sometimes, and when he’s allowed, he tells Remus all the gory details and grins when he revels in the fun, while also giving valuable insight that contributes to his defense.

Remus in turn sends him the paintings that don’t involve Janus’ face and stupid selfies he takes at random food carts around school that are rumored to give you instant food poisoning.

He makes sure to send progress updates on the projects he really feels good about and sends him updates on Roman and his new trends, whether they be six second dance videos or random quotes he’s said to him of varying hilarity based on how stupid they are.

The longer he lives in the city, the more Remus knows his heart feels warmer. He’s been feeling it since the start of the semester, but he hasn’t said anything yet, at least not to Janus. Roman is free game, though:

“Roman, I swear to everything fuckable within a ten mile radius, he probably goes to the same college as me,” Remus groans, his feet propped up on the back of the couch as he lies upside down. “I get warmer every time I go to campus.”

“There’s a million colleges in New York, so he really might not be,” Roman says reasonably, doing his eyeliner in the hall mirror. “Besides, he’s pre-law, right? There’s no way.”

“You’re just being uppity because you fricking met your soulmate on campus,” He responds grumbling.

“You’re right, I am. My soulmate’s a genius and I am very lucky to have met him when I did,” His twin’s pride infects the room, and he throws one Roman’s unnecessary couch pillows at him. “If you make me screw up my eyeliner, I’m going to run you through with one of your stupid wall-katanas.”

“They aren’t stupid, and I’m never going to see him face to face at this rate, so you might as well,” he snipes back, his purely decorative wall-mounted katanas be damned.

Roman raises an eyebrow, as if his mocking will affect Remus at all, “I’ll be back in like three hours, then you can mope your heart out, okay?”

He gathers his things from the hall table as Remus yells at his retreating back, “I don’t mope, I’m not you!”

“No, you’re not, and that’s why you don’t have a hot date tonight!” he hears as the door shuts.

He wishes he kept the pillow to suffocate himself with.

***

When Roman knocks on Virgil’s door, he doesn’t expect the person who answers the door to be so familiar, and he’s sure the answering party doesn’t expect him either.

“I thought-Sorry, I thought my roommate’s soulmate was coming over,” Janus says, a flash of recognition in his eyes, completely stunned in a way Roman has never heard while listening in on his brother’s phone calls.

“Yeah, no, I’m here for Virgil. Janus, right?” And at the immediately suspicious look goes, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, you send my brother at least five selfies a week, and he agonizes over your beauty for ages after every single one, you have to know I would recognize you on sight.”

“....Roman?” he asks, like he doesn’t actually know what was going to leave his mouth when he said it.

“That would be me,” Roman just goes for the back of his neck, before wincing at the Remus-like gesture. “So, uh, Virgil?”

“Yeah, yes!” Janus opens the door fully so fast, Roman almost expects him to run himself over, “Do come in. Would you like anything while you wait? Water? Tea?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Janus hovers for a moment like he’s going to say something, but bites his lip instead, “Want to know how my brother is doing?”

He shifts elegantly, though his chains rattle, making the adjustment more obvious, “Of course not, what do you take me for?”

“A liar, you definitely want to know how he’s doing. Well, you’ll be happy to know he lives fifteen minutes away,” Roman grins, “And he’s home alone right now, pouting about wanting to see you, if you wanna go over.”

“It would be rude to leave you unattended in my home,” Janus replies, his voice strangled. “Arrangements can be made to get Virgil to hurry up.”

Leaving the room in a swift movement of leather and metal, Janus nearly vaults the couch in his haste. Roman can hear him yelling at Virgil to “Hurry up, you nasty, spider-pet keeping bitch,” and his soulmate’s yells to “Get out of my room, you tattooed skank!” Then an offended gasp, “How dare you?” and the snarling response, “You barge into my space and-”

“You hooked up with my soulmate’s brother-”

”Who is my soulmate, idiot!”

“Would you just-”

“Fine!”

Janus leaves the room and, in Roman’s line of sight, straightens his shirt as if he’d just been in some sort of scuffle. “Virgil will be out shortly, if you wouldn’t mind giving me the address.”

“You two are going to be related if you marry my brother, you know?” Roman grins as he puts the address into Janus’ phone.

He takes the phone back and rolls his eyes, “We were fostered by the same family. We really can’t get any closer, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“We were adopted by the same person, Jan, why do you always conveniently leave that part out?” Virgil grumbles as he enters the room. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and be safe.”

Janus sniffs turning up his nose, “I’m going to get violently murdered before I even make it there,”

“Don’t test me, I will put off this date,” he pushes Janus’ head forward so he can’t look up at them. “Be safe, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Janus mumbles, fixing his hat and his chained belt, “Do I look okay?”

“My brother is a trash rat,” Roman responds, louder than he means to, “You will look like a model next to him and you will constantly get questioned as to why you’re in a five foot radius of him.”

“So, good?”

“Fantastic,” Roman confirms. “Now have fun.”

Janus double checks his pockets for his phone and his wallet, and then he books it in the direction of the twins’ apartment.

***

For the first time since he moved in, Remus feels himself getting warmer by the second. It’s not as though he’s moved from his spot going over every single thing that could currently be going wrong at Roman’s date, but somehow, his heart is pounding like he has.

“What do you see?” He asks it, vaguely aware it can’t actually respond. Either his soulmate just figured out where he lives, or there is something extremely important happening in the city.

Picking up his phone to check, it lights up with a text from Roman reading ‘Sending a pick-me-up your way,’ but he has no idea what it means.

After two minutes of constant heat, he searches for major events happening nearby. Nothing.

Five more minutes pass, and he thinks he might die young to a heart attack.

There’s a knock on the door.

His self preservation instincts must be completely nonexistent at this point because he yanks the door open with a knife in his hand and freezes. There, right in front of him, is Janus, who he thought he’d never see, and who was always too good for him, and yet, perfect for him in every way and, “I could have accidentally killed you with one of my many wall-hung weapons because you didn’t knock like Roman,” and that is the first thing he chooses to say to his soulmate.

“I wouldn’t have appreciated the trip to the hospital after I just sprinted over half a mile to see you,” he pants a little, “I know we didn’t talk about it, but Roman showed up at my door, and I knew you had to be nearby, and I just-”

Remus yanks him forward into his arms, and sighs in relief as the heat abruptly goes away, “Mr. I-think-everything-through needed to be impulsive, huh?”

“Yes,” Comes the fervent response as he clings to Remus’ body. “I missed you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to meet up. We didn’t even-”

“I know,” And Janus’ mouth brushes his cheek, just barely, because he’s not tall enough to reach, and Remus bends down, and kisses him soundly on the mouth, the feeling running through his body like a new kind of heat and comfort, and it feels like he’s done it a million times, even if it’s the first time.

Breaking apart, he notices they’re just standing in the doorway of his apartment. “Come inside, sweetheart,” He wiggles his eyebrows salaciously, Janus bursting into laughter as he pushes him back.

“Nope,” He grins fondly, and this is the first day of the rest of their lives, it hits Remus, “I think I’m going to cause problems on purpose.”

“Fair enough, honeybee,” He tugs at the yellow cuffs of Janus’ leather jacket, pressing a kiss to a tattoo at the edge of his hairline, “Want me to carry you? Roman did say he was sending a pick-me-up, and I can definitely pick you up.”

He’s giggling, Remus delights as he scoops him up, kicking the door shut behind them, “If you call me one more pet name, I will combust, and you will have no soulmate to be with, is that what you want?”

And he says what he wants to say, because Janus has never once cared about the shit that leaves his mouth, “Biscuit, I’ve waited so long to see you, even death couldn’t keep me away from holding you.”

Janus pushes into him and kisses him again, putting a hand in his hair, tugging slightly to get the angle he wants, “I wouldn’t want it to,” Then after another kiss, “Love you.”

Remus sighs into his mouth, his world aligning so he could be the orbit to Janus’ sun, the whole system correcting itself. “Yeah,” He holds him just a little bit tighter, “Love you, too.”

#dukeceit #remus sanders #janus sanders #ts remus #ts janus #sanders sides #intruceit #awen writes #its the floof guys #im also getting into human au stuff and like punk sides #you can blame tulip for that one #punk janus is a classic tho #imo anyways #remus uses pet names because all the others cringe something awful whenever he uses them and janus is the only one who gets normal ones #did i project my wish to be called honeybee into this fic? yes #would i do it again?#also yes #hey alex #go listen to falling for u by mxmtoon thats what the titles from

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official-weasley · 4 years ago

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 2, Ch. 8

PART 2: THE YEAR OF MISCHIEF AND SNEAKING AROUND Chapter 8 - Tonks vs Exams

Tulip

We were all in awe when Nova and Charlie were telling us about their adventure the next morning. I completely forgot that I got presents and that it was Christmas as I couldn't believe just how lucky they were to get out of there alive.

Penny, of course, was mad at them for weeks. She couldn't believe how foolish they were and she kept an eye on their every move to make sure they weren't going to go in there again. In reality, she couldn't shake the thought of what would happen if they never got out of there and just like Tonks and me, she couldn't bear the thought of never seeing them again.

I have to say that even though they nearly escaped death, they were pretty lucky not to get caught. When Bill came back after the holidays, he didn't have a clue that anything at all went down on Christmas Eve and we all promised to keep it that way.

—

Nova and I started to spend more time together as the final exams started approaching. We decided it was a good idea if we get a head start on Astronomy as we knew that other subjects were probably going to have a harder exam.

I wasn't really worried about neither Charms nor Transfiguration. I was doing rather well with the former this year and Nova decided to keep us on track with the latter since the beginning of the year.

Our every action was, of course, observed by Penny and she couldn't help but be proud of just how better prepared we were this year. In reality, we just wanted her to stop nagging us, something that this year started in April rather than May. I guess she thought that we were going to start studying faster and I have to tell you it worked!

There was something about how she was talking about exams that made us all feel guilty for not starting studying in September. Perhaps she was using a charm or something.

—

We started taking our exams more seriously in the second part of May. Before, we mostly just made Penny think we were studying. Tonks and I snuck into the Kitchens and as she had no idea how to get inside and we studied there last year, she assumed we just wanted to be alone.

Nova and Charlie usually went to the Lake to 'study' but Tonks and I knew that they were reading books not required in any class. I had to give it to them, they looked rather convincing because Nova enchanted the book covers to look like books for Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic. Penny didn't suspect a thing!

In the second part of May, we finally stopped hiding from her as it was time to study Potions. Penny held a group in the Great Hall just like last year. It now had even more students than before as it consisted of yours truly, Penny the teacher, Nova, Tonks, Charlie, Andre, Jae, Badeea, the kid who was overenthusiastic about Quidditch called Murphy, and even a Slytherin boy that I didn't know the name of. What I did know was that he had the greenest eyes I have ever seen!

—

One morning at breakfast, we finally got our exam schedule which was pretty similar to the one we had last year, except that we had Potions as the last exam and Transfiguration was the first thing on Monday morning.

I was more worried about Tonks than my exams. Every time Nova and I made it down for breakfast I was just waiting for Penny to come rushing in and tell us that Tonks is packing again.

—

I was confident about my Charms and Transfiguration exam. I knew I was going to do great in Defence Against Dark Arts as Charlie was teaching us every morning by the Lake and made us practice our spells.

The unusual thing was that I was really worried about my Herbology exam. A few nights before it was scheduled I couldn't sleep and to my surprise, neither could Nova. We both sat by the window in our dormitory and observed the Moon.

“Am I the only one who doesn't know what to study for the Herbology exam?” Nova suddenly asked.

“That's exactly what's keeping me awake!” I was relieved that I wasn't the only one.

“The thing that's bugging me is the fact that we have a practical part as well. We didn't have that last year and for Merlin's sake, I can't really recall what we even did this year.” Nova scratched the back of her head.

“I was confused about the practical part as well. What are we supposed to do? Repot plants?” We both chuckled.

We decided that perhaps we would be able to go to sleep if we go through our Herbology notes. To our surprise, we were both good at answering questions about it.

After a while, we gave up and went to bed. The next morning, the scene I have been waiting for for weeks finally happened. Nova, Charlie, Jae, and I were eating breakfast when Penny rushed to our table. But she didn't look scared or worried, she looked astonished.

“You will never believe what I have just witnessed.” She said, the surprised expression still on her face.

Charlie got up immediately. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought Tonks was trying to run away again.

“What, what happened?” Nova grabbed Charlie's hand to slow him down as she wanted to hear what was going on.

“I just woke up and went down to the Common Room.” She started. “I spotted Tonks next to the fireplace, a book in her hands. She greeted me like she does every morning and then she said that she was wondering if I might need help studying Herbology.” She finished.

“She what?” We all said at once. Even Jae couldn't believe what Penny just told us.

“So let me get this straight...” Nova was the first to speak. “She offered to help you with Herbology?”

“Yes!” Penny squeaked.

We all exchanged looks of disbelief.

“And furthermore,” Penny wasn't finished with her story, “she asked me to tell you lot to meet her in the Library!” We all gasped, Jae's spoon clanked against his bowl as he dropped it in surprise.

“Penny are you sure we're talking about the same Tonks?” I rubbed my chin.

“I am telling you, I have no idea what's gotten into her but I think we should meet her in the Library.” She pointed her finger to the doors of the Great Hall.

“Good morning everybody! How is studying going?” Bill came to our table, a smile on his face just as we were putting all of our things in our bags.

Penny grabbed him by his elbow and took him with us. I couldn't help but giggle at Bill's confused face. We rushed to the Library and to our surprise found Tonks in there, waiting for us.

“Oh, there you are, finally!” Tonks thought she whispered.

“Tonks, are you okay? Penny told us that you offered to help us with Herbology?” Nova asked with a confused face.

“Right! I assume you do need my help?” Tonks grinned.

We were all in such shock, Bill now included, that we couldn't even reply.

“Well, I saw how confused you were when we got our exam schedules and you saw that there was a practical part to the Herbology exam.” She explained.

“And how can you help us with that?” Jae was the first to speak.

“First of all, I wanted to ask you, why were you so confused? Professor Sprout did tell us at the beginning of the year.” Tonks looked at every single one of us, waiting for an answer.

“She did?” Penny and I asked in unison.

“Yes, weren't you listening?” Tonks was the one who had a confused expression on her face now.

“And you were?” Nova and Charlie were the ones who asked the question at the same time now.

“Seriously, mates. I know I might not be the first to do my homework or the one who studies the hardest but I do listen in Herbology. It's a quite entertaining subject.” She smiled.

I don't think I have ever seen any of my friends in such shock as I did now and I also think I never saw us being so quiet, even in the Library. Since nobody replied again, Tonks chuckled.

“C'mon, let me help you.” She showed us to sit down.

I am still not sure what Bill was going to get from Tonks' lesson, perhaps he thought that he might learn something, as he sat down next to Charlie and pulled out his Herbology notes.

I needed about 10 minutes after Tonks started talking to realize that this wasn't a dream and was actually happening. I even saw Nova pinch herself to see if she was dreaming.

Tonks first explained to us what Professor Sprout told us at the beginning of the year and I have to admit that she might've been in a different Greenhouse as I don't recall any of it coming from Sprout's mouth.

She told us that Sprout warned us about the practical part of the exam and that she explicitly said before every lesson if what we were going to learn on that day was going to be considered for the exam.

I looked at Nova and was quite relieved when I saw that she didn't remember any of this as well. I then looked at Charlie and Jae, thinking that perhaps Tonks got the information from a Gryffindor since we didn't have Herbology together, but they both had the same bewildered expression on their faces.

After Tonks' introduction, we finally brought out our notes and fresh pieces of parchment as we knew we were going to write a lot. I finally saw what Bill was doing, sitting with us. He wasn't trying to listen to Tonks and learn Second Year Herbology. It was more to see our expressions when Tonks was teaching US and not the other way around. He was merely sitting there to mock us and I knew that he will never let us forget the fact that Tonks had more knowledge on a subject than Penny.

She then told us about all the plants that could be in the practical exam, why they were important and what exactly would we have to do with them. She told us that there might be repotting, cutting, watering, pH measuring of the soil, or simply using the right equipment and method to touch plants.

Then she stood up, went to Madam Pince, who took her to one of the shelves. She came back with a book and put it in the middle of our table. We all squeezed together to look at what she was about to show us.

In the book was a drawing of every single plant we had to have the above knowledge for and then she continued explaining why it is important to know the differences between plants and that even if they are similar they might not need the same care.

This went on for another two hours and about an hour in we finally came to terms with the fact that Tonks was our teacher and not Penny, like usual.

I have to say that what surprised me, even more, was how good Tonks was at explaining stuff. It was incredible how she simplified terms and how easy it was to remember details about plants from her description.

“I think that's enough for today.” She finally closed the book and we put our quills down. I think we would've clapped and cheered at that moment if we weren't in the Library.

“I know it might've come as a surprise to you all that I am teaching you something but I wanted to return the favor after what you mates did for me last year and keeping an eye on me this year.” She winked at Penny. “I know you were watching me.” She grinned.

“Wow, Tonks. I don't know what to say.” I said. “I think we would've failed our practical if it wasn't for you.” I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.

“Well, I think it's safe to say who our Herbology teacher for next year is.” Said Charlie as he squeezed Tonks' shoulder.

Penny, on the other hand, was sitting with her mouth open. I reckon she was still in shock at the fact how good Tonks was at Herbology. She then stood up, quietly put her chair back as it was before she sat down, walked to Tonks, and pulled her in a tight hug.

“I knew it.” She whispered. “I knew you had it in you.” For a second I thought I saw her tear up.

—

It's safe to say that after that lesson with Tonks we all aced both the theoretical and practical Herbology exam.

I was proud of myself as we were heading to the Dungeons for our final exam of the year, Potions. I was confident that I was going to pass every subject except History of Magic. It was always either fail or, by some Merlin's luck, an Acceptable in that class.

Penny was sure that we were all ready for our Potions exam and that we are all going to achieve at least Exceeds Expectations as she, like last year, made us sheets to study from, gave us thorough notes and detailed instructions on how to brew each potion that might be on the practical part of the exam.

When we got our questions, I wasn't so sure I was going to get an E as Penny said but I still tried my best as I knew my mum would have my head if I fail any of my subjects. She might look like a nice lady and work in a cute ol' coffee shop, but she is the reason why I like to do pranks and be a little mischievous at school. She is a really strict parent!

After we were all done with our final exam, we had a week to relax. As always, we went down to the Lake. I took Dennis, my toad, with me as I knew Nova was going to bring Pip and as Nova and I share a dormitory, Pip and Dennis became really good friends.

We were all sitting under a giant tree to be in the shade, as it was really hot. Penny was asking Bill if he thinks he was going to be a Prefect next year. Jae was giving Tonks prank ideas for her parents. Nova kept scolding Pip for moving, as he was playing with Dennis and she wanted to get a portrait of both of them together and Charlie was reading one of his Dragon books, his head resting on Nova's knees.

I, on the other hand, decided to just sit back and enjoy my view as I haven't seen my friends so relaxed in weeks.

—

The day when we get our results has arrived. I woke up, Dennis sleeping half on my face. I gently took him off and placed him on my pillow. He was so cute!

I got dressed and woke Nova up as I didn't want her to miss getting the envelope at the same time as me. We made our way to the Great Hall and stumbled upon Jae, Charlie and Bill, heading there too. We entered the Great Hall which was already full of chatter and nervous students.

We sat down and waved to Penny and Tonks, sitting at the Hufflepuff Table. Professor Flitwick came to us, with a happy expression on his face like most times and gave us our envelopes. I opened mine slowly. I couldn't help but be a bit nervous as I read my results.

Potions A

Herbology O

Charms E

Defense Against the Dark Arts E

Transfiguration E

History of Magic A

Astronomy O

“You got an Outstanding in Herbology too!” Nova peaked at my results. I took her results from her.

Potions E

Herbology O

Charms O

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Transfiguration O

History of Magic A

Astronomy E

“Four Outstandings, well done Nova!” I congratulated her, expecting nothing else.

When we could finally go to other tables, we learned that all of us got an Outstanding in Herbology and that we all passed History of Magic.

“I have to give it to your study group, you are doing something right.” Bill was looking very proud of his younger brother. And I couldn't agree with him more.

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faecaptainofdreams · 5 years ago

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(Everyone is sitting together. It doesn't really matter where, but they're all outside and having a great time. Lance, Walter, Marcy, Killian, Eyes, Ears, August, Ramsey, Sky, Felix, Gwynn, Jack, and Hiro. Other friends, such as Joy and Tonya [the security lady], aren't too far away. Lovey, Jeff and Crazy Eyes are present as well, calmly strutting around, being petted by various members of the group.) Walter: I remember when I was six, I went to my mom's room and was watching her put on her makeup for the day. She was kinda used to that, since I followed her everywhere. Well, I told her I liked her makeup, and that she was really good at putting it on. So then I'm like "Hey, what's it like to wear makeup?" And she goes, "I don't know, I'm used to it." And she looked at me, because I think she knew that I was building up to asking if I could wear some. I told her I just wanted to wear what she was wearing, just to know. She had to think about that for a minute, hah! Marcy: This feels like a really important part of your flamboyant origin story. (Everyone laughs, Walter included.) Walter: YES, definitely! So like, she was a little thrown, I think? But then she was like "Yeah, sure, okay, you can try on my makeup," and she had me sit in her little chair in front of the mirror. She was telling me that it was gonna feel funny, that I needed to be still so she wouldn't accidentally poke my eye, all that good stuff. My mom was SUPER attentive whenever she tried new things with me, because of the Asperger's. We really didn't know what could trigger that potential sensory overload or what I might be overwhelmed by, so I think she was more nervous about that than anything. Well... Before she started, I asked her if wearing makeup would make me less of a boy. I said, "Only girls wear makeup, and when boys like girly things, they get made fun of." I was really aware of that. I always SO BADLY wanted to take my Unitee to school, as a comfort object, but I was scared to death of the other kids taking her from me and tearing her up or something. So -- anyway, mom goes, "No, some boys wear makeup," and she said, "Did you know that men wear makeup in other parts of the world?" And she told me about the Egyptians, ancient peoples and how makeup was originally for everybody, all that cool stuff. SHE info-dumped on ME! (They all laugh a little.) Walter: It was just really striking to me how...progressive she was, like there was nothing I could do that she didn't support. I told her I didn't think I wanted to wear makeup all the time, and she said "Good, you're too young for it anyway." (More laughs.) Walter: So I sat there, and she started putting the makeup on me. She put on my eye shadow, then eye liner, then mascara... It was exhausting! How do people wear it ALL THE TIME? (They all nod and chuckle and Marcy raises her hand, drawing attention to herself.) Marcy: It's the way of the woman, Walter. Killian: And the very flamboyant, but no-less-masculine man. Ramsey: I tried on makeup once. Turned my rat face into a rat face with paint on it. (All laughter.) Sky: Hah, okay babe, so what happened next? Walter: *giggles softly* Well, then she put a little blush on just for the fun of it, and then put lipstick on me. We both kept laughing, I think she was laughing at me because I kept pursing my lips out SUPER hard! She was like "Just relax a little!" And I would, and then I would purse really hard again! (Laughs.) Gwynn: That's so cute, hah hah. Walter: We had this really long talk about how boys are not boys because they don't wear makeup, and girls aren't girls because some of them do wear makeup. Same with pants, and dresses. She said that if I am a boy, then that's what I am no matter what I have on. I was like... "If?" (Lots of concerned chuckles and a few laughs roll through the group.) Lance: OH shit, she probably didn't count on that one. Walter: NO, NOT AT ALL. I mean, it wasn't that long ago, but honestly transgender, non-binary and all the LGBT stuff has REALLY just been gaining traction in the past few years. Like I said, she was REALLY progressive. Felix: Did she have to explain that? Walter: *nods* A little. She kept it simple, she was like "Well, sometimes little boys feel like they aren't actually boys, and they feel like they're girls, so they choose to be girls and that's who they really are." I asked her how that's possible, because I have to over-analyze everything, pfft. She said she couldn't really explain it, that it was fine that I didn't understand, that she could tell me later. Yeah -- whenever she couldn't explain a hard topic to me, she was always really good about saying it was okay that I didn't understand it. Living in a world where you're expected to just GET everything, whether it's a hard or an easy concept, that was always nice. Hiro: *nods* Jack: Everyone should be told that, you've got a point there. Sky: I could not STAND when teachers were like "Oh ThiS iS eAsY, eVeRyOnE eLsE gEtS iT" LIKE BITCH, SHUT UP. *claps between words* I'M- NOT- THEM. Lance: RIGHT THOUGH?!

Ears: Rude.

Walter: Exactly! Everyone is different. Not even from an Autistic standpoint, just a HUMAN CHILD standpoint, my mom was really good with helping me be okay with my environment. August: Do you think if you were neurotypical, she would've been just as good, or like, less good or not as...paying attention? Walter: *thinks for a moment* Mmm... I mean, she was really good with me before I was even diagnosed, she was really patient and tried to roll with the fact that I was somehow very different from my peers. But no, I think she probably would've been about the same. Maybe less careful, or less afraid of setting me off somehow, but she DEFINITELY wouldn't have loved me less or had been any less kind. She was just...a great mother, plain and simple. (Gwynn reaches across the table and gently takes his hand, silently offering a bit of love. Walter smiles sadly to her.) Lance: So, what happened with the makeup? Walter: *sits up and takes in a deep breath* I told her it felt weird, aaand she said that was normal... *smiles softly* She told me I was pretty... I asked if I could show grana, so we went and found her in the living room and showed her. Ramsey: Oooh, was granny as progressive as mom? Walter: OH yeah, she was definitely where my mom got it from. She loved it! Marcy: *shaking her head slowly in awe* That is so rare, like WOW. Walter: Mm-hm. Yeah, I actually came out to grana when I was 14. I said, "I think I'm gay," and she looked me dead in the eye and said, "Oh, I knew that!" (They all laugh.) Walter: I was like, "Whaaat??" She told me that her and mom figured that out when I was two. Lance: ...What the hell was you doin' when you were TWO to give that away??? (They all chuckle.) Walter: HAH hah! I asked her that, and she said that my mom was just watching me play. I wasn't doing anything special, I -- she just said "I think my son is gay." And apparently, grana felt the same way? It turns out, big shocker, I am not mysterious. Hahahah! Felix: No, no you are NOT. Gwynn: Your family was really cool, Walter. Walter: Yeah... They were... (He nods his head slowly, eyes becoming a little wet. But he smiles, warm memories, love, and a little sadness filling his heart.) Walter: And now I have this cool family, so... I'm really really l-ucky-- (He wipes his eyes, trying not to cry.) Walter: Nnnaaahhh!! I don't wanna cry, aha hah...! Marcy: *chuckles* It's okay. Walter: Gah, I know. I cry enough though, I can go TEN MINUTES without! (They all chuckle, but there is an expression of care for him in everyone.) Walter: So that's the makeup story. *sniffles and wipes his eye one more time* I ended up not wearing it again after that, until the -- *motions to Jack* the mission! Jack: That was some fun, eh? Heheh! Really, Walter, you did make for a lovely lady! Walter: *laughs* Well thank you!! Hiro: I think it's nuts when people can tell their kids are gay. Killian: Yeh, some people honestly just feel that. I've heard about pregnant women being able to feel their unborn child is a certain way, and then years later they figure out they're right. Mind-boggling. Walter: There really is nothing harder to explain than a mother's instinct! Lance: Yeah, then there's MY mom. When I was like fifteen, my mom caught me dancin' in my room to this really fruity song and some dumbass chick flick was on the TV, and... (Everyone starts laughing.) Lance: *waves it off* So she busts in my room and is like *mocking voice* "Lance, you wanna tell me somethin'? Are you gay?" and I got all defensive and was like "NO MOM" in this really squeaky voice. (The laughter continues, and Lance along with them.) Lance: I knew what bein' gay was, and I knew how people made fun of it -- I made fun of it back then, everyone used it as an insult, there was all this misinformation about it flying around. My mom wasn't even being accusatory, she wasn't like MAD about it or anything, but from then on, ALL the time, if I did somethin' kinda questionable she was like "YoU gAy?!" So I'd try to make my voice deeper, like *makes voice deeper* "NO, MAMA. I LIKE GIRLS." (Laughter) Eyes: Did she try to get you for overcompensating? Lance: *claps and points at her* YES, I was just about to say! So I started gettin' pissed off about the gay thing, right? Well, my mom didn't know that I was listenin' to Afro Man back then. Hiro: What is that? Lance: Look him up, he's hilarious! Best song, Colt 45, hands down.

Ears: It's pretty funny, gotta admit. August: THAT SONG. IS SO. GROSS. Walter: When I was in middle school I heard some of the other kids singing it, I was sooo confused! August: Weren't you like FOUR in middle school? Walter: HAH HAH no, I was seven! August: PFFFT, OKAY, well that's still awful. Walter: *nods* Lance: My mom asked me if I was gay for the last damn time before I brought out my little laptop and started BLASTIN' Colt 45. Marcy: What even is that song?? Lance: It's literally just a rap song about the Afro Man having sex with dozens of women and being real vulgar about it, but not like your normal rap song. August: It's kind of like a parody, but it's not? Marcy: *sits back* Ew. Lance: Heh heh heh, yeah, when she heard that she went OFF on me. She was like "WHERE'D YOU FIND NASTY TRASH LIKE THAT YOU DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW" and started whippin' at my ass with the hand towel! (Laughter) Lance: I was running away cryin', screaming "I WAS JUST TRYIN'A TELL YOU I'M NOT GAY" and she goes "THAT'S WHAT OVERCOMPENSATIN' LOOKS LIKE!" (Their laughter is loud, boisterous, and unapologetic.) Ramsey: You get in trouble?! Lance: BIG TIME. Actually -- HA -- yeah, that's how I got into the military, she said "fuck this child and his stupid gay ass, he's gonna be a marine," stuck me on a plane and shipped me off. (The laughter is settling, but still genuine.) Lance: Nah nah I'm jokin', that's a joke. But yeah, I wasn't allowed on the internet for like three months after that. Walter: Hmhmhm! Did she finally stop asking? Lance: Yeah, yeah finally. I think that was the last straw. Marcy: Hey, where was your dad during all this? Lance: Oh god, you know him, he just kinda...stayed out of it, heh. He's definitely the more submissive one. But that's all right, mama's good to him. Killian: I personally adore your mother. Lance: Yeah, 'cos she showed you my baby pictures. Killian: You had the fattest fuckin' face on any infant I've ever seen. Lance: Whatever! You probably weighed like 18 pounds when you came out, you tank! (Walter unintentionally leads into the group laughing fit with a heavy "PFFT!") Killian: *laughing* I was thin as a rail 'til i was 17! Lance: Nah, you was what took down the Hindenburg, 100%. Killian: Bitch your face WAS the Hindenburg! Those CHEEKS! (The laughter only gets harder. The stories go on, the happiness rolls on forever. Eventually, Joy and Tonya join the group. This really is Walter's family, and it's perfect.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's a little cheesy, but we could use some of that right now. I had this idea of Walter and Wendy a couple months ago, but never once even spoke of it. I thought i would do art for it sooner, but here we are -- better late than never. I'm glad it took until now, because i wouldn't have shaded it then. Been feeling sentimental lately, and SiD is a huge part of my heart now. This was actually done on the last page of the first sketchpad i used for SiD! Apparently, i abandoned the drawing pad with ONE PAGE LEFT >8U SO DUMB. So with me being emotional, feeling a need for closure and wanting to add one more thing to the book, i decided this was the perfect subject matter. I don't know when i'll draw for this movie again since Marvel has swept me away, but I think i'll always be paying attention to it. I think this is one of those things that just will forever mean the world to me.

#Spies in Disguise #Walter Beckett #Lance Sterling #Marcy Kappel #Joy Jenkins #Eyes and Ears #Spies in Disguise OC #Wendy Beckett #Lovey #Jeff and Crazy Eyes #Killian #Tristan McFord

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halothenthehorns · 4 years ago

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All in the Family

Chapter 2

The Boy Who Lived

Lily stooped down, and picked the book up slowly, gazing hard at the year before slowly looking around at the others. Then she marched back down to the dungeons.

"Evans, what are you doing!" James protested as he followed her. "We should stay together, we have no clue what's going on-"

"As if he's ever needed a reason to be around her," Peter muttered to Remus as the whole group followed, Sirius and Regulus trialing at the back reluctantly.

They entered to find Lily already fast at work, with James still talking at her more than anything and Peter and Remus hovering uneasily behind him and still looking anxiously around like they were expecting an attack. Alice and Frank were shifting anxiously in place just as uneasily behind Lily with absolutely no clue how they'd gotten involved in this but deeply regretting whatever this was.

Sirius just perched on a stool as far from everyone as he could while Regulus slumped against the wall even further away, feeling even more out of place than the couple.

Lily ignored them all, running back to the still empty cauldron. She dropped the book back in it and turned to the student supply cupboards and began pulling ingredients out.

"Lily, what are you doing?" Alice decided to try since Potter was being so thoroughly ignored.

"Reversing this," she said flatly.

"You're insane," Frank pleasantly informed her, he knew fellow Ravenclaws who wouldn't dare try such a stunt as reversing this problem without a teacher present. His claim was backed up by Pettigrew.

"He's right, we have no clue what got us here. You're good Evans, but even you're not good enough to create the counter potion for something that more than likely was just invented!"

"Well I'm certainly going to bloody try rather than standing around here doing nothing," she hissed as she began cutting up some roots.

James snatched the book out of the cauldron before she could dump anything on it, and huffed, "well fine, you do whatever you like then. I'm going to see what all of this is about," and he began the iconic first line of the series. The moment he had, the next appeared. "The book's called Harry Potter, and it starts with something as lame as Muggles," James pouted as he again checked the front cover.

"You think anything not about you is lame," Remus rolled his eyes at how this was starting.

"What are you doing anyways?" Alice decided to ignore the boys commentary on how boring this muggle life sounded in favor of asking Evans, who seemed the only one keen on getting them out of this.

"Retro Diebus," she answered without looking up from the spiel she was carefully inserting into a fruit Alice couldn't identify. Then again, she'd never been as good at Potions, or Herbology for that matter, a great disappointment to her head of house she was sure. She would be quite glad to drop both classes if not for her Auror training. It was a good thing she'd found Frank to tutor her, and well...

"I have no clue what that means," she confessed aloud before she could get lost in thought.

"It's going to reverse what Lupin did," she said with utter confidence.

"Are you still blaming this on me?" Lupin couldn't help but yip in protest. "It's not my fault you didn't banish your potion like everyone always does. You're as conceited as you accuse us of being, always keeping samples of your own work to try and improve upon them."

Lily flashed him a look that lesser men would have shrank away from, but James was still ignoring them all and continuing, as well as he really didn't want to see this fight progress. Lily's work thankfully kept her attention as she began stirring ingredients in her very precise method and so didn't take the opportunity to shoot back at Lupin.

She was being diligent as always in this class, even Potter reading about all these mysterious happenings revolving his name or whatever mess was going on. Admittedly she did look up with the same hope the rest of the room felt at the mention of You-Know-Who being gone, but then she dismissed this as whatever insanity was going on with the rest of this castle. Things would make sense if she just finished her work.

However, her hand slipped on her knife she was using to chop up a Nether Wart, and she sliced her finger deeply at the mention of Petunia, and a sister.

"Evans, you okay?" Frank asked in concern as she sucked in a breath and waved her hand frantically to rid the burning pain.

James had instantly dropped the book and rushed to her side, genuine concern in his eyes, but she snapped at all of them, "don't mind me, it's just a cut."

She pulled her wand and prodded the angry flesh, which sewed itself up nicely thanks to her advanced charms work, but then she made a guttural noise of frustration at seeing her brew ruined, smatterings of blood turning what was once a bright white potion now pink.

"You sure you're alright?" Alice insisted after Lily banished her wasted attempt and kept using other curses that weren't magically related.

"I said I'm fine," she snapped, causing Alice to raise her hands in surrender and back off and Frank to scowl heavily at her.

"Hey, don't snap at her just because she's trying to help. No one needs Snape in here."

Lily fearlessly matched his scowl and looked ready to go for her wand again at what she deemed as an insult to her friend. She couldn't understand why Frank would say such a thing, but then to her shock Potter came to her defense first.

"Lets everyone just cool it, we're in an odd situation here." He spoke first to Frank, but then turned to Lily and offered her more roots to begin again. "Here Evans."

She took them carefully, as if fearing they'd take off her fingers next. "I don't need your help, or defense," she snapped at once. Then, she glanced again at Frank who was heavily rolling his eyes, and honestly just to prove him wrong about her and her best friend, as an awkward form of an apology she didn't seem able to spit out, she finally explained herself instead, "err, that was my sister's name. I just, wasn't expecting it to show up-" she stopped herself abruptly and returned to her cutting table, only pausing to say to Frank and Alice, "sorry," before starting her work again.

James simply looked elated at having learned something new about Evans, that she had a sister. He found the idea fascinating, and exchanged a happy look with his mates, but then he remembered why Sirius wasn't quite meeting his eyes and quickly kept going through the awkward silence.

"Knew there was something about that cat," Peter interjected, even if they had already figured this out for themselves. "Not sure why McGonagall of all people is hanging around though."

"If Dumbledore's there, I'm sure we'll get answers to everything," Remus said a little wistfully, wishing their headmaster was here now so they could be getting that sooner.

James read eagerly through the rumors and oddity surrounding his son, Harry. He quite liked that name, he decided, though he wasn't keen on all this talk about what some possible kid of his could have to do with Voldemort. He skipped right over Dumbledore saying the name and ignored everyone else flinching around him like they always did, he found it ludicrous to be so afraid of something like a name, even if he'd yet found anyone to agree with him. Even his best mate, rebellious in all the same ways as him, had it far to ingrained from his parents and still twitched uneasily, though James still refused to look at him now just to mock him like usual.

All of this news was trumped though, when McGonagall said a very simply sentence that meant the world to him.

"Prongs, you okay," Remus prodded him when he just stood there, frozen. "I know this is probably more words than you've read in a lifetime-"

"He's probably overloaded himself," Peter snickered indulgently.

Still there was no reaction, and so Remus once again took it away and easily read up to the part James had stopped, then he too couldn't seem to spit it out with a comically torn expression in place. "Well, err, I'm confident we now have proof these have no bearing on our life."

"What's this?" Peter asked eagerly.

Remus shrugged and tried to read the passage, but James snatched it back and declared as if saying his vows, James and Lily Potter.

Remus gave him a pitying look though, ignoring Lily's splutter of protest and Sirius falling off of his stool from laughing so hard, and asked him, "did you read the rest of that?"

"Eh?" He said in confusion, before finally finishing the sentence and under other circumstances the juxtaposition of his expression would have been hilarious.

"Okay stop, just," Evans raised her hands up as if the motion alone would do this, and it was clearly working. "You've done many insane things man, but claiming us to be married and dead in the same sentence is a new one for you."

"He's not making this up," Lupin defended, while Black was still laughing and Pettigrew looked just as gobsmacked as Potter to be doing anything.

Lily just kept staring at them like she was waiting for a punchline, until Regulus spoke up.

"I can see it."

"Excuse you?" She spluttered.

Regulus shrugged without remorse as he tried to address her, though he was looking just slightly to the side of her, likely from the awkwardness of going from never having spoke to someone to explaining why he'd believe a love story. "I just, I can see you finally caving into someone like Potter, you two are quite the same."

He gave a sideways look at Sirius and didn't elaborate. Sirius' humor had dried up some and he gave his little brother a loaded look right back, he felt there was something off in Regulus' delivery.

Evans just looked scandalized now. "Well I'm so bloody glad you approve!" She missed the look on his face that starkly said something otherwise as she turned back to shouting at Potter. "I however am going to get us out of this insanity and stop fantasizing about Potter knocking me up!"

James honestly looked a bit hurt she wasn't giving this a second of consideration, and turned back to the book miserably. All he could hope now was someone popping up and explaining this mess better than whatever Dumbledore's next tosh was about no one ever knowing.

The only good thing left was Hagrid's arrival and mentioning Sirius, on a motorcycle of all things but that was the least surprising bit he'd heard of lately. He was honestly just happy to even hear of one of his friends in this mess of a story considering everything else that was going on.

James finished the final sentence just as Lily was moving to dump the final ingredients into her cauldron. The pot sizzled for a second, then this time there was a bright flash of light, and all eight of them felt an extraordinary tug upon their very soul and were flashing through nothing, and everything.

HPHPHPHP

So yeah, hope you guys liked! Hope I established everything alright? Any questions you have ask away and I'll likely answer them so long as I feel they're not spoilery for future plot points of this. Can't wait to keep going with this!

As a fun game, I'd love it if you all predicted where the next chapter was going to be, it would greatly amuse me!

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Peter Pettigrew #Marauders #Regulus Black #Alice Smith #Frank Longbottom #reading the books #The cupboard

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mercurypilgrim · 5 years ago

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How did Ashara deal with Avior? Notwithstanding ideas about the force, it seems like their personalities would clash.

Hoo boy, you are correct! In the beginning, they really didn’t get along. Ashara was defensive and prickly (understandable, considering...) and Nox was far more fiery in his youth. Slowly, they learn to trust each other and then they learn a little more about themselves and the other.

One day, it strikes Ashara that they could almost be called ‘friends’. Avior teaches her about the Empire and all it’s nuances, things he had to learn by himself. This makes Ashara more open to the Empire, and she begins to lean more towards the grey. By the end of the Hutt Cartel, she’s on her way to a lordship, fully committed to bringing about Avior’s vision of a reformed Empire.

Avior is full of ghosts and bitterness for a good chunk of the story, but when he finally gets that under control he starts to mellow a bit and become the scheming politician we all know.

Having gone through that journey of self discovery together, they’re close with each other. They don’t always agree, but Ashara understands him like few do, and he does the same for her. It’s a rocky road, but by the end they’re pretty much inseparable.

As a little thing, have a snippet from when they met!

- - - - -

She wasn’t sure why she liked the engine room so much.

Perhaps it was because the hum of the drives made sure she was never alone with her thoughts, smothered by silence.

It had been two days since they had left Taris, and every single part of her wished she could go back.

Change things.

Make different choices.

From the moment she had answered the holo from the unknown caller, she had tripped and fallen.

Her belly hurt from the guilt that ate at her, her body tense and tired.

She couldn’t sleep.

All she could see were the bodies of her Masters, and all she could hear was the crackle of electricity.

She hadn’t even fought.

She had tried to stop them from attacking the Sith, why hadn’t they listened?

Whatever the reasons, they hadn’t.

The Sith had drawn his blade, defensive as they had advanced on him.

“This one gives me an uneasy feeling.” Master Ryen had said, his eyes intense as he stared at the Sith.

The Sith, tall and thin and swathed in dark robes, a deep hood thrown over his head and a blindfold over his eyes, had given a tiny, humourless twitch of the lips.

“Blame it on my misspent youth.” He had murmured, wary.

She had felt a pang of regret when the Masters advanced on the Sith, wishing she had had to resort to betrayal.

The Sith, even with the rough looking man by his side, would be beaten into submission by two Jedi Masters. Ryen and Ocera were no library bound intellectuals.

That regret turned to horror, and she could still smell the ozone and feel the charge in the air as he wreathed himself in power.

She had been frozen.

Useless.

For all her fire and skill with her blades, she hadn’t even been able to move, let alone draw her sabers in defence of her Masters.

When Master Ryen hit the floor, his dead muscles twitching with aftershocks, her legs felt as though they might buckle under her.

The Sith, his violet blade smoking as the last of the electricity crackled along its length, looked to her.

His mouth was set in a grim line.

“You killed them,” she breathed, her own eyes unable to move from the bodies of the Jedi that had been her teachers since she had been old enough to wield a blade. “You killed the Masters.”

He shut off his blade, stowing it on his belt.

“If someone hadn’t betrayed me,” he bit out, and she flinched at his tone. “Then no one would have been any the wiser and you would have kept your precious Masters alive.”

Her throat was tight, and her eyes threatened the spill with tears.

The remembered the feeling of numb hurt, as though she was viewing events in the third person.

When all was said and done, when she had witnessed the impossible and more corpses than she could stomach were littering the floor, she watched him sink his teeth into the spirit of her ancestor and devour him.

Wisps of power clung to him as he straightened, and she would have taken a step back if the grim-faced man behind her hadn’t been there, blocking her escape.

The Sith glanced at her, and it was unnerving to have such intense focus on her despite the blindfold.

“Come with me.” He had said simply, voice deep and smooth and barely winded from throwing around more power than Ashara could dream of summoning.

Dazed, all she could do was follow.

He hadn’t spared her much notice as they boarded the ship, disappearing to some shadowy corner soon after take-off.

The man who had accompanied him to Taris, Andronikos, had grunted at her to find a spare bed in the crew bunks.

Everything had felt strange.

A few hours ago, everything had been different.

Strangely, she wondered about her possessions. She didn’t have many, but she idly thought about what might be done with her little footlocker.

The cameras would have caught it all, so there was no hoping they wouldn’t know what she had done. What she had caused.

It was like a dam had broken and feelings flooded every inch of her without mercy.

She had put her head into her hands and cried.

Ashara forced herself back to the present with a sigh, fingers jabbing the buttons of the keypad in front of her.

A presence made itself known as it headed down the corridor, politely advertising its approach.

Nerves fluttered in her belly.

“Zavros.”

His voice was low and smooth, and she didn’t think he sounded like a Sith.

That Imperial accent gave it away, at least.

Turning and smoothing down her fear like it was the front of her robes, she let her eyes rest on him.

He was intimidatingly tall but almost painfully slender, his robes hanging off him. His hood was down for once, exposing a shock of white hair that she couldn’t help but wonder over. A mass of scar tissue stretched over his throat, half obscured by a high collar, and curled up over snowy skin to almost bisect his mouth.

His features had an avian look to them, and everything about him seemed sharp, from the pronounced hollows of his cheeks to the severe angle of his nose and the harsh lines of his cheekbones. Frankly, he looked like he needed more food and more sleep.

A simple blindfold covered where his eyes would have been had he been human.

“Sith.” She greeted, reminding herself to not show weakness. He might have been strangely calm for a Sith, who Ashara had assumed were all slavering dark side monsters, but she didn’t trust him at all.

“I see you’re settling in fine.” he murmured, and she blushed. Fiddling with the ships computers probably didn’t look good.

“Just getting my bearings.” She shot back, unwilling to play nice. “Since someone didn’t seem to mind where I went.”

His lip curled, and his presence, tightly leashed and heavy, sparked a little.

“You try absorbing a Force ghost of a powerful Force user and tell me you don’t need a little meditation afterwards.” He snapped, showing temper.

She swallowed, fists clenched.

“Well, I’m here now.” She muttered, bitter. “Not like I can go anywhere else since I’ve been forced to throw my lot in with a Sith. I don’t even know your name.”

He folded his arms.

“Forced? Jedi, you don’t know the meaning of the concept.” He scoffed. “My name is Kallig. Lord Kallig.”

She tried to soothe the flash of anger. She didn’t know what it meant to be forced? What did he think he had done to her?

“Your first name is Lord?” she asked sweetly, hating him. “A common one in the Empire, then.”

He sneered.

“If you’re going to be my apprentice, you need to understand Imperial culture better.” He said, cutting. “First names are deeply personal, and not given out to just anyone.”

“If I’m your apprentice, I’m hardly just anyone then, am I?” she shot back.

He seemed to calm himself, and it irritated her. How could he, a Sith, calm himself so effectively when she still felt fire in her belly?

“Avior.” He said after a long pause. “My name is Avior.”

She blinked.

“Oh.”

It was a strangely normal name.

She had half expected something outlandish.

He scoffed.

“You have it, and you don’t even know what to do with it.” He mocked. “Say ‘thank you’ and if you’re being particularly formal: ‘I’ll keep it well.’”

“I… why?” she asked, honestly baffled.

He shrugged.

“Something to do with trust and loyalty, or so the books said.”

She frowned.

“Books?”

He gave her a look that implied he thought she was stupid. It was impressive since half his face was covered with a blindfold.

“Do I look like your typical Imperial? No, I have the accent but none of the citizenship.” He grunted. “If I had to learn, so do you.”

She felt a little silly.

He was miraluka.

Of course he hadn’t been born Imperial.

Being his apprentice was one thing, but immersing herself in Imperial culture? Learning how to act as a Sith? That was another thing entirely.

She felt like she might lose herself.

“I’m not dark side,” she said firmly. “And I’m not Sith.”

He folded his arms, and she saw his hands, gloved and long fingered, thing and spidery as he rested them on his arms.

“Good for you.” He dismissed, and she blinked.

She had expected more resistance. More defence of his code.

“You can wreath yourself in sunshine and rainbows for all I care,” he said simply, and she wondered how he knew what a rainbow was. “But you will not cause me difficulty by refusing to play your part.”

“Cause you difficulty? What, in subjugating the galaxy?” she asked, glaring.

He looked grim, and she got the impression that he wasn’t used to smiling.

“No.” he murmured, giving her a measured look. “The Empire is rotting, and I refuse to go down with it.”

She frowned.

“Then why not join the Republic?” she asked, meaning it. “I’ll vouch for you, and they’d help you.”

His expression cooled, and she didn’t know what she had said wrong. His dissatisfaction made her insides squirm.

“The Republic,” he began icily, “Is no friend of mine.”

He shook his head, refusing to elaborate.

She was curious but unwilling to push him.

“Besides,” he began with a tiny, humourless smile. “Who said I wanted to leave the Empire? When it’s mine, I’ll cut out the rot myself.”

So, he had lofty ambitions.

“You can’t change the dark side.” She murmured, feeling it on him. It was sweet and sticky, and if she weren’t careful it would cling to her until she slipped under.

He shrugged.

“I don’t want to.” He said, tone serious. “It’s always been good to me.”

“It’ll destroy you.” She warned, remembering her lessons.

He shook his head.

“Peace is lie, there is only passion.

Though passion, I gain strength.

Though strength, I gain power.

Though power, victory.

Though victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall free me.” He recited; some deeper meaning known to him giving the words weight that she swore she could feel.

“Some shackles are heavier than others.” He murmured, turning to leave. She didn’t know what to say to that. “And sometimes you need to break them the only way you can.”

She swallowed, uneasy.

He paused at the doorway; a spectre swathed in shadow.

“Tomorrow we begin our lessons.” He advised. “You had better be ready.”

He slipped out, and Ashara was left alone in the engine room, the hum of the drives her only company.

She hoped she would be enough.

#Darth Nox #Ashara Zavros #star wars: the old republic #Backstories #Nox was a bit of a shit back then #Now he just hides it better #asks #OCs

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crissy622 · 5 years ago

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FIC: Glove You Like That [1/1]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALAINA! We love you to the moon and back. For this fabulous day, we wrote you an Unholy Trio fic. The non-existent Ao3 page is now up to two whole ass fanfics about these disaster children.

Everyone, go wish @isadorahart the biggest happy birthday ever, because she’s awesome and we love her.

Written By: @crissy622 & @lengiesofrps Characters/Pairings: Charlotte Lightwood, Cameron Walsh, Luna Darkmore [Unholy Trio] Rating: PG Summary: The gloves had been Cam’s idea.

The gloves had been Cam’s idea.

Any other day, Charlie may have laughed at the thought of Cam, with his corduroy jackets and fondness for truly horrendous tie-dye, being the one to come up with something relating to fashion. But she didn’t have it in her today. Umbridge had hurt Luna. Umbridge had scarred Luna.

Charlie still felt sick any time she looked at Luna’s hands and saw the scars. The cuts had healed over, thanks to essence of murtlap, but the scars were shiny and new with I WILL NOT MOCK and I WILL NOT BREAK RULES standing out against her skin. That it had happened, enough times to become permanent, and they’d missed it…

“Remind me that I won’t be any help to Luna if I’m in Azkaban for skinning Umbridge with her own bloody quill,” she told Cam darkly as she settled in next to him in an empty classroom. Luna would be in her music class for another hour before she had to meet her for Divination. She needed to get her anger under control before then, because retaliating against Romilda Vane was vastly different than against a Ministry official.

Though, it was tempting. She might even be able to get away with it considering her family’s and Blaise’s connections. Malfoy did owe her a favor…

“We would break you out,” Cam’s voice interrupted her thoughts, his usually soft voice carrying a hard edge. “But just remember that to skin her with that thing, you’d have to stick the quill in unimaginable places. Which means you’d have to touch unimaginable places.”

Charlie’s nose scrunched up at the thought as disgust rolled through her. Breaking her out of prison — while sweet — was highly improbable when one remembered the Dementors, but he did have a point about having to touch the foul woman. She huffed and turned her eyes up towards the sky to try and spot the owl that was supposed to deliver the package. She had been clear in her instructions about when and where the delivery would take place. If they thought they could cheat her out of the extra galleons and not deliver- Ah, she thought as her eyes caught sight of the approaching owl. There it was.

“My plans for revenge can be put on hold until after we’ve given these to Luna,” she told Cam as she stood up and gave a sharp whistle. The owl shifted course towards them and dropped the small package into her hands without stopping to beg for treats. Just as well. She didn’t have any.

She sat beside Cam again, still angry Luna had been hurt enough to make the gloves necessary at all. She took a breath as she handed the box over for him to inspect. They needed to make sure they were up to standard and they had better wrapping to put them into anyway.

The gloves, when Cam opened the box, were as they’d ordered, at least; black, fingerless gloves comprised of a thickly patterned lace to cover the scars with its winding patterns. Repelling spells to keep them clean. Anti-snag charms to make sure they wouldn’t get damaged during class. They’d be breathable enough that she shouldn’t be uncomfortable in the warmer months.

Assuming she liked them at all.

She picked up one of the gloves carefully, laid it out in the palm of her hand as she traced a finger across the thick petal of a flower. The fabric felt softer than she’d expected. “Madame Pomfrey really doesn’t think the scars will heal over?” she asked, her voice barely at a whisper.

Cam shook his head once, lips pressing together hard enough to leech the color from them. “No,” he answered shortly. He watched as gray clouds rolled swiftly through the sky, absentmindedly cracking his knuckles against his knees. Finally, he turned to face Charlie. “She said with the amount of abuse her hands took that it was a miracle that she didn’t have a tangle of scar tissue. If Luna hadn’t thought of murtlap, her hands would just resemble knots.”

Charlie pressed her eyes closed, jaw clenched. She wouldn’t cry, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. This woman had hurt her friend and they couldn’t fix it. All they could do was cover it up. She let out her next breath a little shakily and reopened her eyes as she put the gloves back in the box. “I hate this,” she admitted softly, useless as it was. Hating the situation wouldn’t change that it was their reality. They weren’t even the ones who would have to carry the scars.

She pressed her forehead to Cam’s shoulder and took another couple breaths to compose herself. “Close the box and I’ll wrap it,” she told him. “Could you keep it in your dorm until we give it to her? I don’t want her to see it while we’re in Divination.” There wouldn’t be a lot of time for them to give it to her that night. Dinner was too public and Cam had Astronomy right after. Tomorrow morning, she supposed. None of them had classes until after lunch and she didn’t want to walk into Defense that afternoon without giving the gloves to Luna.

Now that she knew what the quill did, the woman looked too satisfied any time she could see the scars she’d caused.

“Yeah,” he whispered. He set the box on her lap, but threaded his fingers lightly with hers before she had a chance to pick it up. Cam leaned his head against hers, sighing heavily. “Just because we can’t retaliate now doesn’t mean we’ll never be able to. We all know the position is cursed. She won’t be our teacher next year…” The thought trailed off but it was clear that Cam was dreaming of what they could do in retaliation when Umbridge had less power over them. That he wanted revenge just as bad as Charlie did. “I can set up the fort tonight. No one ever bothers us in there.”

She smiled at his promise. As improbable as it may have been — getting close to Umbridge once she wasn’t at school with them would be too difficult — the idea that they could get revenge against her… She squeezed his hand back and nodded. “We’ll meet you there.”

She dragged Luna towards Ravenclaw Tower the next morning after breakfast, their fingers intertwined as they wove around students heading to where they’d just left. Some Gryffindors glared at them as they passed, but as they got closer to Ravenclaw, the house uniforms gave way to blue and silver. They dodged around a sad Cho Chang as they went, but she didn’t bother to acknowledge them.

“Is everything okay?” Luna asked as a few running first years almost bowled them over. “We never go to the fort this early.”

“Family drama,” she lied and winced. She hated lying to them. “I just wanted to get away from Slytherin for the morning.”

Luna tossed her a concerned look, mouth open to probably ask if it had to do with Blaise, but they reached the portrait and she let the riddle distract Luna from asking. She gave her a gentle push inside once the door swung open and they went towards the fort without hesitation, crawling inside their little sanctuary.

Cam was already inside, present set aside somewhere Charlie couldn’t see at a quick glance, but they crawled in closer towards him as they said hello with kisses pressed to his cheeks. Luna settled in comfortably against Cam’s side, while Charlie gave him a questioning look. Where is it?

His eyes flickered towards a corner and she followed it, setting herself down where she could see the edge of the box peeking out from behind a pillow.

“Come here,” Luna implored her, reaching out to her. “You’re too far away.”

“In a minute,” she told her before she let out a breath. “I lied to you.”

Cam’s eyebrows disappeared towards his hairline and Luna frowned before her face turned to something that looked like horror. “You were the one who walked in on Malfoy wanking to a picture of Potter?”

“No!” Her nose scrunched in disgust. Malfoy wanking. Ugh. “I’m not surprised if he was, but no, that wasn’t me. However, whoever did could probably use a nice obliviate right about now.”

“What even happens in Slytherin?”

“Purebloods only mostly have sticks up their asses,” Luna told Cam, smiling sweetly when Charlie shot her an unamused look. “What did you lie about, then?”

“Why we’re here,” she said and took a breath before she grabbed the box and held it out towards Luna. “We got you something.”

“It’s not my birthday,” Luna pointed out after a moment.

“Nope,” Cam agreed.

She didn’t reach out for the box, though, and Charlie sighed before she put it in the girl’s lap.

“It was Cam’s idea,” Charlie explained as Luna finally began unwrapping the box and nerves began to twist her stomach. This could go so wrong. If Luna thought they were giving her the gloves because they had a problem with her hands… Charlie did hate the scars, but Luna had spent months wearing her sleeves so long that she flirted with a dress code violation. “If you don’t like it, we can just toss it in the fire.”

Cam’s hand found hers like he was telling her to calm down and she squeezed back, nervous, as Luna opened the box and just stared at the gloves for a long moment.

“They’re charmed to stay clean and they won’t rip,” she hurried to explain when the silence stretched a moment too long. “Cam said fingerless would be a better idea for classes. You’ll need the dexterity for cutting ingredients in Potions-”

“Charlie,” Luna cut in before her face split into a wide smile and she leaned in to kiss Cam’s cheek first before she crawled close enough to press on to Charlie’s too. “I love them.”

“Told you,” Cam told her and if Charlie had been a couple years younger or a Gryffindor, she may have stuck her tongue out in response. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and let Cam pull her closer until she was tucked into his other side.

“Yes, yes,” she huffed. “You’re a Ravenclaw. You’re smart. You know all.”

“Granger’s the know-it-all,” Luna piped in as she slipped the gloves on and held them out for inspection. “What do you think?”

Charlie looked closer at them in the dim lighting of the fort. The fine detailing — she was never telling Cam how much the gloves actually cost — and the way the lace laid over her hands. She couldn’t see the scars and the grin Luna had made her think the other girl couldn’t either.

She reached out to catch Luna’s hand with her own as Cam’s played with the ends of her hair. “Perfect.”

“Very Madonna,” Cam agreed and gave her an innocent look in return when Charlie frowned. “Muggle singer.”

“Remind us to play Erotica for you sometime,” Luna added.

That was what muggles named their songs? “I think I’d rather if you didn’t.”

Luna laughed, her face turned into Cam’s shoulder, before she looked back up, contemplative. “So who do you think actually did walk in on Malfoy?”

“Luna.”

The End

#about the unholy trio #isadorahart #lengiesofrps

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