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My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

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I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

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Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

—

You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

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The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

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The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

—

Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

—

James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

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A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

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wordsarelife · 5 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: you’re not particularly happy about theo’s song, all while he doesn’t even admit it’s about you.

warnings: none i think, apart from cursing :)

notes: mention of twitter because i refuse to call it X (elon musk is a puppeteer and i’m not falling for his schemes)

this is also still a bit of introduction, getting their dynamic and getting to know the other characters (april!!) better.

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you woke up to your phone, flooding over with messages. most of them were from your best friend, april.

you and her had met in first grade, stumbling into each other. she had been new to town, knowing no one. it only took a week for the two of you to become the best of friends. she knew best of your hatred for theo, how it all had went down, from being friends to not even looking in each others direction.

y/n?!?!!!

the first message read. you ignored the twenty following ones and scrolled down to find the latest one.

give me a call when you're up. you won't believe this

you sighed, internally sacrificing the idea of a calm morning and raising your phone, already calling her.

"hey" she said and you could hear the unsureness in her voice.

"is everything okay?" you asked confused. april was normally the opposite of calm.

“yeah” she muttered and then it all came out at once “theo wrote a song and i’m pretty sure he wrote it about you. get ready, i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“he did what?” you asked flabbergasted, while you put her on speaker and opened twitter, checking if there was any evidence. “what the fuck” you muttered once your eyes landed on cursed legacy’s latest post.

“did you see the post?” april asked alarmed “you did right?”

“yeah” you muttered while you scrolled past the reposts “i mean pixie dream girl? do i look like a pixie dream girl?”

april was silent and you closed your eyes exhausted.

“i’m sorry, y/n”

“not your fault” you walked into the bathroom, already putting toothpaste onto your toothbrush “well have some time if you’re gonna be here in just fifteen minutes”

“i thought we could drive to sammy’s and have breakfast”

“just what i needed to hear now” you breathed “i’ll see you in fifteen”

“yeah” you could practically hear her smile “wait! don’t listen to the song alone, okay?”

“yeah” you muttered “i promise”

“it’s not as bad as it thought it would be” april said as soon as you had sat down in her car.

“you’re only saying that to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“no, i promise I’m not” she assured “you will think it’s bad the first time you hear it, but it’ll become more and more harmless”

“how many times have you listened, april?” aou asked through clenched teeth.

“only like fifteen, but i needed to analyze”

“sure” you rolled your eyes “you don’t have to lie to me, it’s alright if you like the song. my feud with theo has nothing to do with you”

“really?”

“really” you nodded. you loved april incredibly, she was the sweetest person on earth.

“i only like it so much because enzo sings the backing vocals” april had been in love with enzo since the third grade. even though you had told her about a million times that enzo was in love with her too, she never acted on her feelings. you weren’t sure if it was because she was scared or because of you and your hatred for theo. still, enzo was your favorite out of the band and april knew that. you would never have a problem with them dating, you just hoped she knew that too.

“and?” you raised your eyebrows, sensing that there was something else she wasn’t telling you.

“and it’s really catchy” april admitted.

“well, I never said that theo can’t write, i’m just not a fan of him as a person, but his band and their songs are alright. so are you going to let me hear the song or are you not finished briefing me yet?”

she smiled, before she pushed the play button. you noticed her fingers trembling and the unsureness as she send you as smile, before she parked at the side of the road.

“what are you doing?”

“saving our lifes” she shrugged.

before you could ask her anything else, theo’s voice was already flowing through the car. the song was a mix of pop and rock, it took a lot to not bop your head along. the melody was really addicting and you hated theo even more.

“maybe the song isn’t even about me”

april send you an uncomfortable expression. you could tell that she was sure it was “maybe”

she's an average girl, with tangled up hair,

her laughter's like nails on a chalkboard, it's more than i can bear.

she flutters around, like a clumsy old crow,

leaving chaos behind her, wherever she goes

she's a mess wrapped in chaos,

a thorn in my side, no matter the cost.

she'll stumble and fall, then blame it on me,

i'm tired of her games, can't you see?

“well, it definitely is about me” you nodded with a forced smile.

“yeah” april nudged your arm “but the chorus is kinda nice, i guess”

you send her a look and she smiled apologetically. as soon as the song had ended, you were more than glad that she had decided to park. you got out of the car and the first thing you did was scream at the top of your lungs.

“fucking idiot!” you screamed “what the fuck is wrong with him?” you turned to april who had been quick to climb out behind you.

april shrugged her shoulders. “i don’t know” she said “how could he?” the way she forged the anger made you almost laugh. she was trying to be angry, she really was, but april was really rarely angry, not even when you two would fight. she wasn’t making fun of you, she was trying to relate.

“i’m gonna climb up the stupid tree, smash his window and throw everything that he loves out and when i’m finished.. then, then i’ll burn his stupid song book! ha!”

“you should totally do that!!” april screamed back “or maybe we could take all this anger and put it into something useful?” she suggested

“like destroy his car?” you perked up.

“no” april smiled while she walked back to the drivers side and took out a blog and a pen. “you could write everything that your feeling down and after we had breakfast, we’ll burn it on the bridge on our way to school”

“i don’t know if that will cure the murderous rage i’m feeling right now”

“we could try?”

you nodded and couldn’t help but smile at the way she was always trying to fix you. sometimes you wondered if she stayed up late only to google therapeutic ways to handle anger or sadness. she had never ending ideas considering that topic.

while she drove you both to sammy's you spend your time writing down everything you were feeling. the absolute anger and general questions and critique you had considering some of the song lines. when had you ever blamed him for something that happened to you? you could only think of a few things and all of them had been absolutely rightful. what games was he talking about? the way you were not interested in upkeeping any sort of relationship and he made it his daily task to annoy you to the best of his ability?

who was really playing games?

you finished your writing right as april parked the car, resulting in one full and another half page and a single sentence scattered on a third one. you held the two pages in her direction and watched as she put them in her bag.

"we'll burn them after" she assured you "what about the third page?" she asked as she noticed the single piece of paper you were folding up.

"that is for me" you explained "i don't want to forget how i felt"

"okay" she smiled unsurely "as long as you didn't plan theo's murder on that, it's fine"

"no promises" you shrugged and april laughed as she followed you into the restaurant.

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you ran into theo sooner than you had anticipated, almost making him topple over on the stairs of the school. april was right about to run into you, but could stop just a second before colliding. she turned her head to the side to look around you and theo, noticing enzo behind the other boy.

“hey enzo” she greeted smiling.

enzo smiled as he noticed her, a rosy blush creeping onto his cheeks. “april, hi” you could see that he was trying to say something else, but before he could do so, theo started talking.

“watch where you’re going”

you sighed “just who i needed”

theo smirked, already guessing that you knew about his bands new song. “what was that?”

“nothing” you shook your head “what is wrong with you, theodore?”

“woah, theodore huh?” he raised his hands, laughing as he saw how angry you were “that does not sound like nothing”

“don’t act stupid” you rolled your eyes “you know exactly what I’m talking about”

“do i now?” he quirked a brow.

“pixie dream girl, really?”

“our new song?” theo wondered “what about it?”

you would’ve loved to just give him a gentle hit so he would fall down the stair, but you were smarter than that, at least you hoped.

“it’s obviously about me”

“well, it doesn’t say your name”

“no” you dragged the word out “but we both know you called me pixie since we were kids. don’t act dumber than you are, theo”

“no need to get offensive” theo tried to nudge your arm, but you pulled it back before he could reach it. “so you accept that as your official nickname? because as far as i remember you always hated me calling you that”

“i still do”

“so then the song is not about you” theo shrugged.

“one line literally says ‘she turns behind the window glass’ and my window is the only one that happens to be right in front of yours” it was a bit shameful that you could recall the line from the top of your head and you had to admit that the song was kinda catchy.

“it’s about a fictional girl”

“sure” you nodded, smiling ironically “just like daddy issues is. do you really think I’m an idiot, theo?”

“do you really want me to answer that question?” theo shot back and your smile died down. the two of you knew that both songs had been written about you. theo was good at writing songs, but also at fighting with you, so it had been easy to recall the lines he had said to you after he had incorporated them in his song.

daddy issues had come out with nine other songs a few months ago. it had been the second single on cursed legacy's debut album. you hated to admit how much the track had hurt you, how theo was able to use something you had trusted him with, against you. he was one of the few who knew about your issues with you dad and he had always been able to calm you down after one of many fights. to hear the sentences he used to whisper to you, used in the chorus really felt like a knife in your back.

but you and theo weren't friends anymore and you had to accept that you would never be again. he wasn't going to go easy on you.

“stop writing songs about me” you said, finally having enough of the endless back and forth you were used to with him.

“stop making stuff up” theo answered with a smile, before he straigthened his backpack and turned around, walking down the rest of the way.

“we have geography” you reminded him.

he just shrugged, before he turned around. “you don’t mind bringing me your notes later, do you?”

“fuck you” you spat and the grin on his face frustrated you.

“is it alright if i accompany you two?” enzo’s voice made your head turn. you had completely forgotten that he had been there the entire time.

“sure” you nodded and he smiled gratefully.

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it was only during english that theo and also mattheo, who suspiciously always disappeared when theo did, turned up again. without an invitation, theo sat down in the open seat beside you. april was sitting on your right side and next to her enzo, who had also followed right after your friend for the next class and was seemingly not about to leave her side. so this arrangement left place for theo and mattheo to sit down on your left side.

"hey, pixie" theo greeted, still spotting that annoying smirk of his. you would have loved to smack it right off his stupid face.

"i had hoped you wouldn't be coming back"

"and just leave you hanging like that?" theo raised his brows "i could never"

you could've guessed that he would show up for english. you hated to admit it, but theo was pretty smart and english was not only his best, but also his favorite subject. it often seemed like he was mrs walkers favorite, considering she loved to read what he wrote and you had to admit he was doing a great job at writing the bands owns songs, even if some of them were about you.

"you're right" you nodded your head, acting as if you just remembered something "now that i think about it, i remember how little maturity you have in you"

"shot right through my heart" theo gestured to his chest and mattheo next to him had the nerve to giggle.

"what are you laughing at?"

mattheo's smile died down. "i see, we're not having a particulary good morning, are we?"

"well, you're onto something, genius" you said sarcastically.

"jeez" mattheo tried to hide behind his best friend "she must've heard the song" he whispered loud enough for you to hear"

"obviously i did, riddle" you rolled your eyes "does at least one of you have critical thinking skills? because this is getting repetitive"

mattheo kindly ignored your comment about his intelligence. "i really don't get you, i didn't think you would be this angry, honestly. i mean, it's just a harmless song isn't it?" mattheo shrugged "who can say that a band wrote a song about them?"

"harmless?" you repeated laughing in disbelief "you called me and i quote 'clumsy old crow'"

"oops" theo looked up the ceiling, as if something interesting was happening up there. you could see the amusement on his face and you hated how much fun he was having by only listening to you and mattheo talk.

"we also called you enchanting if it helps" mattheo smiled.

"it doesn't" you deadpanned and his smile faded.

mattheo shrugged "as i said before, i'm not getting you. the song might not be the nicest, but you have to think into the future. in ten years you can brag about the song!"

you send him a look "not the nicest" you repeated "your little bitch friend here is a petty asshole, who cannot, for the love of him, let go of anything" you said every word as slow and calm as possible, so mattheo was able to follow your train of thought. "and also i am thinking into the future. right now your band is as famous as my left toe and will probably always be. in ten years one of you will, a hundred percent, be in jail and if it's not zabini, i bet it'll be you. so, nothing to really brag about, you get me now, matty?" you leaned back in your chair with a triumphant smile. mattheo was pretty stunned at what you had said and it took him a few seconds to find his confidence.

"wha- i'm not gonna be in jail" he crossed his arms. theo next to him just shrugged and mattheo looked at him in betrayal. "okay, maybe, but only because i threw out a tv from a hotel room after we got that record deal"

theo's head turned at him as fast as yours did.

"record deal?" you asked.

"yeah" mattheo laughed, before he turned to theo in confusion "you didn't tell her?"

theo shook his head "it's not like we're the best of friends, mate"

"well, i thought because of le-" theo had elbowed his friend into the side, which made mattheo shut up immediately.

"what about leo?" you leaned over theo, knowing that he would rather ignore your question than mattheo would.

before mattheo could answer you, or theo stop him from doing so, mrs walker walked into the room, effectively shutting up the whole class.

you took one last irritated look in theo's direction, whose eyes were fixated on the teacher in front of you, before you turned to the book april and you were sharing, opening it to the right page.

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showtoonzfan · 7 months

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So according to Charlie’s point of view, ever since Lucifer and Lilith split, he never called or hung out with her unless he needed a favor. He also didn’t even know where she was or what she was doing, so he hasn’t been in her life at all for years. Hell, Charlie even says she barley knew him af a young age. And yet he’s portrayed as a wimpy goofball, who desperately wants to reconnect with her the moment she calls, even celebrating the fact that she wanted to see him. So….why did he never see her before? The episode never explains that. They act as if he’s been wanting to reconnect with her for so long and was depressed due to it, yet according to what we’re told, he never put in the effort to actually go see her all these years, he didn’t even know about her life or the hotel project. It also threw me off on how he instantly agreed to help her run the hotel, he was so happy and eager so why didn’t he do that sooner?

And as expected, Lucifer isn’t called out on this. In fact, he sings about how much he cares about Charlie, how she’s the only thing worth protecting and he’ll adore her. Cool beans man, but if you cared about her that much, you had a funny way of showing it by doing nothing for 7 years. The only thing he’s “demonized” for is the fact that he has no hope for sinners, and no hope for Heaven agreeing to redeem them, but they just pull the “he was an uwu baby who’s dreams were crushed and he doesn’t want the same to happen to his daughter”- and then it’s all lazily patched up in the end. Like I see so many fans cry and say how much of a good dad Lucifer is, yet the dialogue leaves me to believe otherwise lol, like he ignored his daughter for years and only used her when it would benefit him. It’s just really confusing cause the Lucifer we meet doesn’t match up with the Lucifer they built up, the pilot is confirmed canon so he still technically called her a failure and if anything you’d think Charlie would have a closer relationship with her mother instead— like….I’m 100% convinced him being a bumbling softie and Lilith being the villain was a last minute decision.

And even then, when “More than Anything” started, it made me feel nothing cause the show forgot to build up on Lucifer and the relationship between his daughter ON screen as well as taking time to make their rekindling feel earned. Instead none of it is earned, and I’m getting tired of Viv excusing and wanting us to applaud her goofy dad characters for doing the bare minimum lol. (Cough, Stolas).

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #hazbin hotel critical #Hazbin hotel #anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel lucifer

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kimboo-york · 6 months

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Unpopular opinion time:

The LN and manga fans are on a tear of "hahaha you were wrong about him the whole time!" and yeah, I was wrong, but also, I'm not really sold on Lakan being a tragic antihero, anymore than I'm sold on Fengxian actually being in love with him. He's not a bad guy, sure, but he's not a good one either:

1. The man is a brilliant chess player. The courtesan he cares for suddenly changes up their "game night" right before she's going to be sold off to the highest bidder and...he just ignores that? Are we supposed to believe he's the most talented strategic mind alive and he just didn't notice he was being played? Nahhhhh. He wanted a piece of her and did not want to be bothered with complications. Why didn't her letters get through to him? I assume his family kept them. However, why did none of his letters to her get through to her? Because he didn't write to her. He totally forgot about her, as a person, for three years. He comes back, realizes he fucked up, and cries about it. I don't that that makes him a victim here, and I am not sympathetic. Mao Mao does not need to be sympathetic either. He literally made this bed.

2. Fengxian was not in love with him, but knew he would be better for her long-term than any of the jerks trying to buy her, and he at least appreciated her mind. The clue is that she asked him when he would be back, and he said "three months as usual." She knew then that he did not have the money to buy her out; if he had said "next week" or smth she would likely have asked him to put a bid in. But she knew he could not afford her, so she did the next best thing: baby trapped both him and herself. She knows he's honorable enough that once her price dropped, he'd buy her out, for both chess and baby reasons. But her plans were thwarted by fate stepping in to send him away for a long time.

She rolled the dice and lost the bet, and that sucks. But the real question here is why she went insane. Let's be real, Fengxian is SMART. She'd know how to find out where Lakan went, and even if her letters went unanswered, she had a lot to gain just holding her shit together until he came back. Instead, she went utterly bonkers. What? Why??? (Something was already off, IMHO, given her creepy singing in bed with Lakan. Poison? Addiction?)

Anyway, Lakan literally let himself be a pawn in Mao Mao's mother's game then just walked off the board without a second thought of the repercussions of his actions. Lakan has a long way to go to prove himself and I don't think his daughter owes him any kind of forbearance about it.

#kimboo's musings #the apothecary diaries #lakan #fengxian #mao mao #nah bro i still don't like him #or trust him #and neither should mao mao #opinion subject to change #but for now i'm not a fan of his

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aanoia · 9 months

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𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

Sirius Black x reader day nineteen of christmas advent calendar words; you're not gonna believe this, 4,075 warnings; none really just crappy family this took me hours and I love it and i love life. this is a sorry for all the short fics :)

The mere thought of the Christmas season made Sirius sick to his stomach. He was so used to spending his Christmas’s hiding from his parents in his room, fear filling his body, that he could never shake the feeling of existential dread when the holiday was brought up.

He sat quietly at the table in the Great Hall as students ate their last Hogwarts meal before going home for Winter break. Christmas music was playing quietly and snow was magicked to fall from the ceiling, melting into nothing before it hit any surface. Sirius’ friends laughed loudly with each other, enjoying this day together before they would leave. Sirius wouldn’t. He’d stay at Hogwarts, alone, like every other year.

“Could we please pause, for a mere moment? And give our attention to the great Miss L/n, while she sings us a farewell song.” Dumbledore spoke loudly and the hall silenced, the only sound being forks scraping against plates. Dumbledore smiled and turned to the girl who sat on a stool, a muggle piano in front of her. He nodded and she thanked him.

“Hi, thank you, I promise I won’t keep you from your friends for long.” The girl said, her wand at her throat to make her voice louder. “I’d just like to sing you a muggle Christmas song, so we all leave Hogwarts happy and full of good food.”

The crowd laughed and Sirius rolled his eyes. In his eyes, she was just another witch privileged with a good family to go home to and have a good time with. And just like everyone else, she completely ignored the students who stayed at the castle for Christmas.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas.” She sang softly and any murmurs that could be heard disappeared. Her voice was undoubtedly breathtaking. “Let your heart be light.”

Sirius sighed, “Hey, Prongs, I’m going back to the common room. Have a good Christmas.” He whispered to his best friend and James nodded.

“You too, Padfoot. Love you.” He focused back on the singer.

“Love you too.”

“Next year all our troubles will be miles away.” Was the last thing he heard before he shut the doors rather loudly and walked back to the common room.

The sky outside the common room was dark. The train had left hours ago, and the only Gryffindor left in the common room was Sirius. He sighed as he stared at the fire, mentally cursing himself for declining James' offer to spend Christmas with his family.

His head shot to the entrance as it opened quietly and the girl from the Great Hall walked in, a frown on her face. Sirius’ brows furrowed, he didn’t know she stayed for Christmas.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, not even realizing the words as they spilled from his mouth.

The girl cocked her head, “Uh, going up to my room, I believe. Is there a problem?”

Sirius blinked, “Uhm, no. Sorry.”

The girl nodded, “Alright then. Good night.” She said and began walking up the stairs to the girls dormitory.

“Your voice is beautiful.” Sirius winced, what in the world is he saying?

The girl turned her head and gave him a soft smile, he didn't notice the way his heart skipped a beat, “Thank you.”

Day one

The next morning, Sirius ate alone at the long Gryffindor table. He didn’t spare a glance as the doors opened, figuring it was just another Slytherin whose parents also sucked.

“May I sit here?” A voice asked and Sirius looked up to see the girl from before. “It seems as if we are the only Gryffindors who have decided to stay for Christmas.”

Sirius glanced along the table to find she was right, no other soul sat at the Gryffindor table. He nodded and motioned for her to sit down across from him.

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” She said with a smile.

“Sirius.”

“Oh, I know.” Y/n said, grabbing some toast.

“You do?”

Y/n laughed and Sirius swore it was the best thing he had ever heard, “I’m pretty sure the entire school knows you, Sirius.”

Sirius smiled, “I guess.”

“So, I’m not gonna ask why you're not going home, because obviously you aren’t allowed to ask me, but I would like to know why you aren’t going with Potter to his house?”

“How did you know he invited me?”

Y/n shrugged, sipping from her goblet, “Remus tells me everything.”

It clicked in his head, “Oh, I know you. Remus talks about you every once in a while.”

Y/n smiled, “All good things, I hope.”

Sirius grinned, “Nope. He talks about how evil you are, all the first years you drown in the lake.”

Y/n’s face got serious (pun intended), “He told you?”

Sirius nodded, “Yep.”

Y/n sighed, “And I really liked you. Oh well, I have to kill you now.”

“Awh, you like me.”

She grabbed a butter knife, “Not for long. I don’t like dead people. But, seriously (pun intended), why aren’t you going with Potter?”

“I don’t want to intrude on their family time.” Sirius shrugged. “Besides, I don’t like Christmas.”

Y/n dropped the thing of jam she had in her hand, causing a loud clatter. She winced as every set of eyes in the room locked on her.

“Everything alright, Miss L/n?” Dumbledore asked with a smile from the teachers table.

Y/n nodded, “Yes, professor, my sincerest apologies.” Sirius snickered and Y/n glared at him. “How do you not like Christmas?”

Sirius shoved some ham in his mouth, “No good memories from it.” He said with a mouth full.

Y/n grimaced, “Okay well, I don’t either, doesn’t mean I don’t love it. It’s so happy and cheerful.”

“Not for me.”

“Okay well then, it is now my mission to make this Christmas amazing for you. I have five days to get you into the Christmas spirit, are you ready?”

“I didn’t consent to this.”

“Does it look like I care?” Y/n deadpanned and Sirius sighed and nodded. Her face lit up. “Perfect! Okay, after breakfast, go put on a coat and some gloves and meet me in the common room.

Sirius walked down the stairs to the common room, coat, Gryffindor scarf, and gloves in hand. He smiled when he saw Y/n sitting on the couch by the fire, reading a book.

“What’re you reading?” He asked, sitting next to her as she looked up from the pages.

“Oh, a muggle Christmas book.” She said, showing him the cover.

Sirius nodded, “You really like Christmas, huh?”

“Love it. Let’s go.” She said, standing up and setting her book on the coffee table.

“Are you just gonna leave it there?” Sirius asked, afraid it would get stolen.

Y/n snorted, “There’s no one here to take it.”

“Oh, yeah.” Y/n grabbed Sirius’ hand and dragged him out of the common room and down the stairs. She led him to the snow covered courtyard and finally dropped his hand. They both found themselves missing the warmth.

“So, what now?” Sirius asked and Y/n smiled.

“Make a snow angel with me.” She said, plopping onto the snow.

“A what?” He asked as she began moving her arms and legs up and down.

“A snow angel.”

“What’s a snow angel?”

“Oh my Godric.” Y/n said in shock. “Okay, get on your back in the snow and just flail your limbs like this.” She said, continuing to demonstrate as Sirius laughed, but did as told.

He laid down, ignoring the cold on the back of his head as he moved his arms and legs up and down exactly how instructed.

“What’s the point of this?” He asked as they laid there, moving in sync.

“I’m not sure. It’ll be cute when it’s done though, I promise.”

“And how do we know it’s done?”

“We decide.”

“So can we be done?” He asked. “I want to see them.”

“Sure. Get up very carefully, try not to step on them and ruin it with your foot print.”

“Got it.” Sirius said and they both stood very carefully. Sirius smiled as he saw the imprints left. “They look like angels.”

Y/n nodded, “That’s probably why they’re called snow angels.”

Sirius shoved her gently, “Shut up.

She shoved him back, “They look like they’re holding hands.”

“You’re right, they do. Do you think they’re in love?”

“Probably. Can angels be in love?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Y/n looked at Sirius silently, “Was that supposed to be a-”

Sirius nodded, shushing the girl, “Yeah, it was pretty bad.”

“It was.” She agreed.

They stood in silence for a moment before they began to laugh.

“Okay, snowman time.” Y/n said.

“Do you think we could ice skate on the lake?” Sirius asked, gazing out to the lake.

“Uhm, not sure, I’d rather not try. It’s snowman time, though, so get in the zone. This is very serious.”

Sirius looked back at the girl, “Is it?”

She nodded, “Extremely serious.”

“Well, last time I checked I was Sirius, but I’ll let it slide.”

Y/n dead panned, “I hate you.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I think I am.”

“Snowman.”

Sirius nodded, “Snowman.”

Y/n gasped, “We should make our snowmen be in love! Just like the angels, they can hold hands.”

Sirius laughed, “Whatever you wish, I suppose.”

Y/n immediately got to her knees and started rolling snow in a ball and Sirius mirrored her actions. Somehow, this girl had single handedly made him forget how much he hated Christmas for the day. It was a miracle, honestly, but he still couldn’t get rid of the sadness in his gut.

“Okay, here’s your hand.” Y/n said softly, feeling quite tired from the day.

“Thank you.” Sirius said, his tone matching hers. He stuck the branch into the snowman and bent it slightly so the end was touching Y/n’s snowman.

“They’re so cute.” Y/n smiled and Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, they are.”

“We should go back inside. I’m tired and cold.” She said and Sirius stood up, holding his hand out to hers. She took it and he helped her up, not letting go of her hand even after she was standing.

“Oh, look, your book is still there.” Sirius said as they entered the warm common room after eating dinner. Sirius still had her hand in his.

Y/n smiled, “I told you it wouldn’t get stolen.”

“Goodnight, Y/n. Thank you for today.” Sirius said.

“Goodnight, Sirius. Anytime.” She responded and walked up the stairs, untangling their hands. Again, they both immediately missed the warmth the other provided.

Day two

“We should try to ice skate on the lake.” Sirius said as they sat down at the table for breakfast.

“Sirius, we talked about this, I don’t think it’s safe.”

Sirius glanced at the teachers making their way past, “How about we ask? Professor Dumbledore, Minnie, do you think it’s safe to ice skate on the lake?”

The two professors looked at each other and shrugged, “I don’t see why not.” Professor McGonagall said.

“Have fun, be safe.” Dumbledore smiled and they continued walking.

Sirius grinned as he looked back at Y/n, “Looks like we are going to be ice skating.”

Y/n sighed, “Okay, fine. For the sake of Christmas.”

“Okay actually, I’m changing my mind.” Y/n said as she sat by the lake, ready to transfigure her ice skates back into her shoes.

“Y/n, come on. I’ll help you.” Sirius offered, skating to the edge of the lake and holding his hand out.

“Sirius.” She whined and he urged her to grab ahold of his hand. She finally obliged and took his hand. Immediately her feet began to slip out from under her and she grabbed tightly onto his arms to keep her steady.

“You got this. I believe in you.” Sirius said quietly as he began to move them around slowly.

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Who cries on Christmas?”

“We do.”

“Not this year, Y/n.”

Y/n looked up and met his eyes before nodding, “Yeah, not this year.”

“You’re doing great. I’m gonna speed up a little bit, just hold on tightly, alright?”

Y/n nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright.”

Sirius stayed true to his word and began to go quicker. Y/n began shaking less as she got more confident. It was all going good until a long, dark figure slithered under the ice. Y/n shrieked and kicked backwards, making her fall down as she dragged Sirius along with her.

“Oh my- what happened, are you alright?” Sirius asked and Y/n breathed heavily.

“I- yeah, um, I’m okay.” She stuttered, realizing how close his face was to hers.

Sirius cleared his throat and sat down beside her, a small laugh falling from his lips.

“What?” Y/n asked and Sirius smiled at her.

“You’re just funny.”

Y/n smiled sarcastically, “Awh, no you’re funny.” She paused. “Funny looking.”

Sirius put a hand on his heart, “You wound me.”

“You’ll get over it. Let’s try again.” She said, attempting to stand and just barely doing so successfully.

“Look at you.” Sirius smiled, standing up with her. “Now go forward, carefully.” Y/n took a few steps forward and eventually she was gently sliding on the ice.

“I’m doing it, SIrius, I’m doing it!”

Sirius nodded, skating circles around the girl, “You are.” He agreed with a smile as she laughed.

“This is so much fun!”

“I told you!” Sirius watched the girl with a fond smile. If there was a world record for the shortest amount of time it took for someone to fall in love, Sirius was sure he’d get it. It was the third day of knowing the girl, and he already found himself completely infatuated with her. She was perfect, surely.

Day three

“Today we’re going to Hogsmeade with the teachers.” Y/n said as Sirius sat down.

“Are we?” He asked.

“Yes. We’re going to look at some lights, do some shopping, and get a butterbeer.” She decided and Sirius nodded.

“Sounds good to me.” He said as owls began to swoop through the castle.

A small bundle of letters dropped in front of Y/n and Sirius and they each opened their respective ones.

The first one Sirius read was from James. He talked about how he and his parents wish Sirius went to their house for Christmas. The second was from Peter, who just asked how his break was going. The third was from Remus, who told him to treat Y/n right - she had sent him a letter telling him that they were getting along - and Sirius laughed.

The final one was from his parents and he froze. Y/n glanced up at his uneasy expression and her eyes flitted to the letter.

She carefully took the unopened parchment from his hands, “They don’t matter, Sirius.” She said quietly, throwing the letter to the side. “Let’s have fun.”

Sirius gave her an uneasy smile, “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s have fun.”

“Okay, you two. Be safe, don’t get into trouble.” Professor McGonagall instructed as they walked into Hogsmeade.

The two teens nodded, “Yes, professor.” Y/n said.

“Now, Minnie, when have I ever gotten into trouble?” Sirius asked and Professor McGonagall raised her brow.

“When have you ever not?” She responded curtly and walked to the three broomsticks.

“You think she’s meeting up with her husband?” Y/n asked.

“She’s married?” Sirius questioned as they walked down the street.

“I’d assume so. She’s beautiful and smart, why wouldn’t she be?”

Sirius shrugged, “Where are we going first?”

“Actually.” Y/n said. “I’m leaving you.”

Sirius glanced at her, “Why?”

“I need to get you a Christmas present, duh.”

He shook his head, “No, you can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m not that important.”

Y/n laughed, “Don’t be silly. You’re very important. Meet me at the three broomsticks in an hour, alright?”

Sirius nodded, “Alright.”

“Don’t die.” Y/n called as she walked off.

“You too!”

Sirius sighed as he walked into a vintage shop at the end of the street. The bell rang quietly as the door closed and Sirius smiled at the woman at the front corner. His eyes flitted over the bucket of old black and white photos.

“Are you looking for something specific?” The lady asked and Sirius smiled.

“No. In fact, I’ve not no clue at all what I’m looking for.” He confessed and the lady smiled.

“Who are you shopping for?”

“A girl.”

“Do you love her?” She asked and Sirius laughed.

“That wouldn’t be far off.”

The woman hummed in thought before her eyes lit up, “You stay put, I might have the perfect gift for her.”

As Sirius waited, he flipped through the black and white pictures. He gazed at a picture of a man and woman in wedding attire and he flipped it over. ‘Just married! 7/24/36’ it read. He put the picture down with a smile and studied another one of two teenagers in their driveway, holding hands and seemingly on the way to a dance.

“Okay, sorry for the wait.” The lady hobbled back out and laid down a shimmering gold locket. “Here it is.”

“I think she’d absolutely adore this.” Sirius beamed and the woman smiled.

“Good. Take it.”

“How much?” Sirius asked, pulling out his wallet.

The woman waved him off, “Don’t be silly. It’s free, in the name of love.”

“No, you can’t-”

“Be off, I’m closing.” She said, pushing him towards the door.

“You don’t close until eig-”

She shut the door and flipped her sign to close, winking at him and walking off. He sighed and put the locket in his pocket, shivering as he made his way to the three broomsticks. He relished in the warmth as he opened the door and walked inside.

“Sirius, over here!” A voice said and he looked over to find Y/n sitting at a table already.

“You’re early, we still have half an hour.” He smiled as he sat down.

Y/n shrugged, “It didn’t take as long as I expected it to.”

“Shall I order the butterbeer?” Sirius asked and Y/n waved him off.

“No need, I already have. It should be here soon.”

“DId you have fun shopping?” Sirius asked with a smile.

Y/n nodded, “I think I bought you the perfect gift, you’re gonna love it a lot.”

“I think you’re gonna love yours too.”

“You got me a gift?”

Sirius laughed, “Did you really expect me to let you get me a gift and not get you one as well? You’re crazy.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Don’t be rude. So, do you officially love Christmas?”

“I don’t hate it.” Sirius confessed and Y/n smiled.

“Good enough, for now. Oh, thank you.” Y/n smiled as the waiter brought two glasses of butterbeer. She took a sip and Sirius burst out laughing. “What?” She asked. “Sirius! What is it?”

“You have- oh, Merlin.” He said, taking a deep breath. “You look great with a mustache, you should grow it out.” Y/n rolled her eyes and wiped her upper lip. “Oh, well now it’s all along your cheek.”

“Help me, please.”

Sirius leaned over the table and gently wiped her cheek with his thumb. He smiled proudly and pulled away.

“There you go, all better.”

“There’s nothing on your thumb. You’re a liar.” Y/n said with a grin.

Sirius shrugged, “And what about it?”

Day four

“Happy Christmas Eve, Y/n.” Sirius said, sitting down at the table.

“Happy Christmas Eve, Sirius. How are you this fine evening?”

“I’m quite well. What are we doing today?”

“Well, I thought we’d stay in today and then later tonight build a fort in the common room.”

Sirius smiled, “Will you sing me a song?”

Y/n laughed, “Maybe, if you’re lucky.”

“Fingers crossed.”

“Okay, you have every blanket and chair you could find?” Y/n asked, looking at the pile of blankets and chairs in the middle of the common room.”

Sirius nodded, “I stripped all of our beds and stole chairs from most of the dorms up there.”

“Okay, that’s good. Let’s start by moving these back.” Y/n said, motioning to the couch and armchairs.

The two worked together to push back the furniture and create their fort with the chairs and blankets. They laughed every time a chair fell and either one got tangled in sheets or blankets. Through all the hardship, after almost two hours of building their fort it was finally finished.

The two crawled under the fort and sat comfortably.

“Now, you sing me a song.” Sirius said, motioning towards the guitar Y/n had brought.

Y/n sighed and grabbed the guitar, “Alright, what song?”

Sirius shrugged, “Sing the same song you sang before everyone went home. I left before you could finish.”

Y/n strummed her guitar with a laugh, “I know, you slammed the doors.”

Sirius winced, “I’m sorry.”

Y/n smiled, “Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light.”

Sirius watched with a soft smile as she sang, glancing down at her guitar every once in a while.

“Once again as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, will be near to us once more.”

Her eyes sparkled, “Someday soon we will all be together, if the fates allow. Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

There was a moment of silence before Sirius spoke, “You’re beautiful.”

Y/n blushed, “Sirius.”

Sirius hummed.

“I love being around you.” She said softly.

“Y/n.”

She hummed.

“I love being around you, too.”

“That’s good.”

“Do you think we could always be around each other?”

“I definitely do.” Y/n nodded.

“Y/n?” Sirius asked.

Y/n hummed.

“Do you think I could kiss you?”

“I definitely do.”

Sirius gently moved the guitar to the side and cupped Y/n’s cheek, pulling her closer and placing a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss was sweet and slow, nothing but genuine passion.

Sirius smiled once they pulled away, “Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad.”

Day five

Sirius gently shook awake the girl next to him, “Y/n, wake up.” He said quietly and the girl's eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, hello.” She said with a smile.

“Happy Christmas, Y/n.”

“Happy Christmas, Siri.”

“Do you want your gift?” Sirius asked and Y/n shook her head.

“No, you open yours first.” She said reaching over and pulling out a neatly packed bag

Sirius laughed, “Okay, okay.” He took the present and took out the tissue paper and gasped. “Y/n, this is like a gazillion galleons.” He said, pulling out the leather jacket.

Y/n smiled, “Not quite. Do you like it?”

Sirius nodded, “I love it! But now you have to open mine.”

He demanded, pulling out the small wrapped box.

Y/n carefully unwrapped the present and took the lid off of the small box. It was her turn to gasp at the shiny golden metal.

“Sirius.” She breathed out, gently taking the locket from the box. “It’s beautiful.”

“Reminds me of someone.” Sirius said. “Can I help you put it on?” Y/n nodded and handed him the necklace, turning around and lifting up her hair. Sirius clasped the necklace around her neck and sealed it with a soft kiss.

“I love it, thank you so much.”

Sirius smiled, “I’m glad you like it. Thank you for mine, as well. It's official, I love Christmas.”

Sirius and Y/n laughed quietly to each other as students filled the Great Hall once again. They sat next to each other, rather closely, as they looked over a muggle paper, laughing at all the drama involved.

“Uhm, hello again, Pads, who’s this?” A voice asked and the pair looked up to see James, a smiling Remus, and a nonchalant Peter.

“Ah, Prongs, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

James cocked his head, “I left you for two weeks and you got yourself a girlfriend?”

Sirius smiled and looked at Y/n as she talked to Remus, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

James shook his head with a laugh, “You are one of a kind, Pads.”

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gatheredfates · 7 months

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Alaice - Distraught

CONTENT WARNINGS: Alaice's story deals in dark/mature themes surrounding toxic relationships, domestic violence and my personal interpretation of a woman's place in Ishgardian high society. Please do not read/scroll now if you're under eighteen or if these topics are personally triggering. The abuse is primarily emotional/mental, but there is also a mention of martial rape. I choose to be transparent because I believe in tagging/warning were appropriate, but I'm firmly of the opinion people must be responsible for the kinds of media they choose to engage with. Curate your spaces appropriately.

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it.

Tight fingers wove around a bunch of forget-me-nots, flecks of azure in the grey. Ahead, a weary band of onlookers watched the procession while the stony eyes of The Fury bored, an irony both in material and stare. It wasn’t the kind of wedding Alaice had envisioned for herself; a tiny gathering, a closed ceremony, the absence of her father on her arm.

'It would not do to wait for a spring wedding,' he explained on the first ask, and who was she to deny? The duties of her House weighed heavy since her parent's death (little more than babe, to loose them so quickly - what a tragedy!) and the tender promise of protection nursed to love as she confided to the handsome man now called her fiancé. He knew better, of course, master of his house for a ten-year, how to conduct her affairs in a most delicate manner. It would not bode well for her to attempt to navigate the bureaucracies on her own; the paperwork, the proprieties — she was ill prepared for it! No, he would care for it out of his adoration for her. She need only pledge her love for him and he would make it so.

Sensible. Pragmatic. It was no gayly court and gaggles of gossip, but she would be safe. Her mother had prepared her thusly before she died; the second-nature braid was originally by her hand. The spattering of snowberries and frosted evergreen haloed around her head only furthered the picturesque portrait of bridely innocence on her ascension to the altar.

Past the threshold of virtue. Out of the furnace and into the fire.

He looked at her and she swore to herself none of it mattered. Not the awkward assembly of acquaintances, the Halonic choir singing a chorus closer to a requiem, or the rush-job priest that better suited such a lament. The man on her left loosened his hold and relinquished her to her soon-to-be husband, as if he had any ownership over her in the first place.

Draeir smiled. His mouth were a gate of shiny white teeth, an ivory fortress where she loomed in enamel prisons lashed by his cold word. She smiled back so sweetly, barely containing her excitement, ignorant to the grip that was two ilms too tight on her fingers or the way he pulled her to him with contained force.

She stumbled. He caught her in turn. A moment's panic escaped her mouth, regained in an instant, and she apologised for her mistake.

"You won't do it again," he answered her, and she took it for gentility.

You will know better than to do it again.

The choir lolled into silence.

a beast can never unlearn its nature.

A posy of periwinkles decayed by the windowsill, overlooking the drab gardens flanked by an ever-constant pattering of snow. They had been a gift on his return, a placation for the girl resting chin-first by the ledge, and placed on the mantle to gather dust. That was how she felt most days, now — a painting, perhaps a statue at best. Something to revisit when he pleased, brushed down and realigned.

Sometimes, when he were being generous, he would trot her out to the crowds he entertained — watched with those hawk-like eyes how she curtsied and smiled at their jokes.

"Such a pretty thing, Draeir, how lucky you must be!" The women remarked, dripping poison from the corner of their lips to be bestowed upon their husbands who stared too long. She felt the uncomfortable flip in the pit of her stomach, intensified when they turned away to talk business and pleasure and his hand would seize hers from behind, pulling her to his side.

"Darling," he cooed, his voice dropping so low as to make the others believe they were merely conversing. Then came the hissed "Feeding their egotism is not your job."

Which did he want — her absence or her presence? If she kept to herself he'd stumble into their room wine-drunk and longing, clawing for her company and absconding her for her avoidance. If she stayed by him and submitted to his whims, a toe out of line spurred his ire.

"You are my WIFE." The specks of spittle were like stains on her skin, no matter how much she tried to wipe them off, and the desperate cries for his redemption could not strip the varnish from the bed that creaked from the weight of them. It hadn't occurred to her then to wish for them to crack; to fling them, body and bloody, to the floor.

It hadn't occurred to her to fight back.

How was this love when she was hysterical? How was this love when he looked at her with rage?

Draier grabbed her face and demanded her silence. He kissed her. He bit her. He tore her from the inside out, wringing her out like a crone's cloth, and left her in tatters at the bedside.

When she finally rose, barely registering what time had passed, she bundled the sheets dappled by blood and retrieved her clothes from the floor. She barely registered handing them to her maid, only that she asked they all be burned.

Rotting flowers on a mantle, elegantly framed. Holy work, the church claimed.

Tell me then, father, why I feel so unclean?

Is it nature or is it nurture?

In her dreams, her daughter wrapped her fingers around her throat.

"A sapling cannot be saved from the seed," She said, pretty lips spreading to a bloodied smile that poured down her chin to the spear of ice lodged between her breastbone. When Alaice screamed and tried to tear her hands away, Alyna only pressed her weight harder upon the weapon until she could no longer swallow the blood.

Her complexion. Her father's hair. Eyes of clear ice and steel grey looking at her vapidly. He looked like that when he died, too; the hard lines in his face smoothing to a eerie stillness as he slumped forward on the rime, steam rising from his rapidly cooling body.

She should have been horrified. Yet, when she dropped to her knees in front of him, all she could feel was relief.

Nature made him cruel. Nurture made her desperate. What would be the fate for their babe?

She woke the way a person stepped onto thin ice — cold and all at once. It was as if she suddenly remembered how to breathe, gulping down air instead of frozen water as her chest heaved and the blanket tangled around her legs was crisp and patched with snow.

To her left her daughter cried, but it was only on her third inhale that her mother registered it with fright and turned to scoop her up.

Alaice pressed her to her breast, icy cold. Alyna didn't seem to mind. In the stillness of the night, she was still a babe — not an apparition to be feared or an inevitability to supress.

"I can't tell you if evil is born or made," she recalled the witch telling her. They were alone one night, Elandervier having been coaxed by the promise of wine and relatively silent company. But, as she swirled the red in her hooked fingers, she sighed and looked to Alaice in full. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she busied herself with her cup.

She wondered what she might have said if she pressed. In truth, maybe it was better she didn't know at all.

Instead, she grounded herself with the feeling of her weight connecting with the wooden floorboards and the way her daughter wriggled in her arms. Alaice soothed her with a coo and a kiss to the crown of her head, straying to the window were dried lavender was plucked from the vase and offered as peacekeeping.

She had no way of knowing the horrors of the world. In this moment, she was safe.

That had to be good enough.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : alaice #i'm not tagging el because she only features once but she IS here #anyway hi i feel rusty but i got the main gist of what i wanted here sooo #watch me not write for another six months #( god i hope not FKGHJDFS )#my writing #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things

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starneko123 · 6 months

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Serafina

First Name: Serafina

Last Name: None

Name Analysis

Serafina ♔ fiery, burning

Date of Birth: Unknown

Age: 10,000+

Alias: Princess of Sun ♔ The Incandescent One ♔ The Divine Phoenix ♔ Ebullient Edenian ♔ The Reincarnation of Blaze ♔ The Glowing Guard of the Sun♔ All-Known Lover of General Shao ♔ The Sun of Outworld ♔ Daughter of the Dawn ♔ Sorceress of the Sun ♔ Queen of the Fighters ♔ Harbinger of the Phoenix ♔ Heiress of the Dawn ♔ Controller of the Sun

Nicknames: Sera, Fina, My Sun, Seri, Little One, Serai, My Small Sun, Flower Girl, Enchantress, Flower Princess, Rosebud, Empress of Enchantment

Gender: Female

Siblings: 2

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Edenian

Phobia / Philias: None

Hair Color: Black ♔ Gold

Eye Color: Gold

Origins: Edenia

Current Location: Edenia ♔ Outworld

Appearance

Height: 5’6

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Status: Alive

Social Status:

The Incandescent One

The Glowing Guard of Outworld

General Shao's Favorite

Springʼs Everlasting Princess

The Umgadi's Favorite

Second Commander of Outworld's Army ( formerly )

Empress Sindel's Court Duchess

Empress Mileena's Court Assasssin

Daughter of Ambrosia the Lady Who Raised the Sun

Daughter of Drake the Leader of the Darkhelm Rebellion

Wife of General Shao the Leader of Outworld's Armies

Nova Nagakoʼs Most Trusted Companion

Affiliation:

Mileena Kahnumʼs Court ( former timeline )

Mileenaʼs Rebellion ( former timeline )

Queen Kitanaʼs Court ( former timeline )

Empress Sindel's Court ( formerly )

Commander of Outworld's Armies ( temporarily )

Empress Mileena's Court

Umgadi In Training ( formerly )

Empress Mileena's Court Assassin

Empress Mileena's Court Enchantress

Physical Health: Amazing

Mental Health: Okay

Likes

sunlight/daytime

exploring other realms

flowers

edenian pie

spicy food

rainbows

music/singing

celebrations

Dislikes

bad morals

realms in danger

wet places

disrespect

liars

false gods

injustice

closed minds

ignorance

Speed

7 / 10

Agility

7 / 10

Intelligence

8 / 10

Strength

7 / 10

Stamina

8 / 10

Stealth

8 / 10

Cooperation

8 / 10

Durability

8 / 10

Mentor(s)

Tanya ( formerly )

Fighting Skills

8 / 10

Flexibility

8 / 10

Reflexes

7 / 10

Instincts

7 / 10

Family

Ambrosia | Mother | Alive

Drake | Father | Unknown

Silas | Older Brother | Alive

Maeve | Younger Sister | Alive

Friends / Allies

jade

kitana

mileena

kung lao

liu kang

bo rai cho

raiden

shang tsung

sindel

rain

reiko

Enemies

kollector

kano

sareena

jataaka

ashrah

nitara

havik

quan chi

Love Interest

General Shao

Love Status

Husband ♔ Soulmate

Weapons ♔ Accessories

Sun Kissed Katar ( gifted from Rain )

Glitter Glowing Chakram ( gifted from Tanya )

Sun Smeared Polearm ( gifted from Sindel )

Sun Branded Odachi Blade ( gifted from Kitana )

Glowing Claw Gauntlets ( gifted from Jade )

Golden Sun Necklace ( gifted from General Shao )

Essence of Edenian Magic

Ethereal Edenian Armor

Powers

She gets her power from the sun and hellfire. She can create light beams, stars, etc. it can blind her opponent and it can burn from the heat of the beam and it mostly depends on her emotions on what color it is. Serafina is an extremely powerful enchantress. Serafina has a great ability to levitate objects metallic and nonmetallic, with the electromagnetic field she can levitate objects and destroy them in the air, or through a small manipulation of gravity. To put it more simply she can manipulate metal and the magnetic fields around her. Serafina is a gifted and accomplished huntress. She has a heightened sense of acrobatic and hunting prowess.

Personality

She is known to be very vibrant but she is also known for her haughtiness honestly she is one of the sweeter things in Outworld believe it or not. According to, Kitana and Mileena she is known to also be considerate, she is optimistic about the decisions she makes and always listens to other people's problems and opinions. She is honest with herself and others even though they don't want to hear the truth, especially from her.

History

Serafina is the daughter of Ambrosia the Edenian who raised the sun in every realm and Drake the natural leader who wanted a realm of his own to rule.

Serafina grew up in Outworld with her mother, her brother, and her baby sister. It was rare when she saw her father until she just stopped seeing him altogether.

In Mortal Kombat 9, Serafina is shown to have a close friendship with Nova and Jade but she isn't seen that much until MKX.

In MKX she is seen helping Mileena, Tanya, and Rain with the Rebellion to help Mileena win her throne back. She is seen battling Dʼvorah but once again isn't shown much but it has been hinted that she was thrown into the dungeons and to avoid execution she joined Koʼatalʼs court.

In Mortal Kombat 11, she is seen hugging Jade as she enters through the portal and she aids Kitana in becoming Kahn.

In MK1 she has a much bigger role in the new era. She is seen training among the Umgadi in her younger years but never officially became an Umgadi not favoring the stone rules she must follow so Sindel offers her a position inside her royal court after her mother retired.

Serafina is shown to be close to Countess Jade and Tanya even supporting Tanyaʼs relationship with Mileena but warning her to be mindful of elders who wouldn't approve. Serafina also cares for Rain in her own way or at least that what others tend to say.

Serafina openly shows disdain towards Reiko and General Shao. Not so much to Reiko but more so to the General, because he has proven to her that so much ego and ignorance can quite literally be shoved into one person.

Sindel witnesses this and has Serafina and General Shao work more together. Sindel is a noblewoman but Serafina wonders after numerous tragedies in her life she wants to torture others.

Because that is how it feels to work alongside General Shao. Pure Torture.

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starry-skies-tell-no-lies · 6 months

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The First Spinner of Light

When the world was far younger, there lived a girl who had been taught to spin by her mother and found nothing more enjoyable than to spin all manner of roving into the finest yarns ever seen. She was only extraordinary in the ways that all young children are, full of joy and life and potential.

Her family celebrated her talent as they did all of her siblings talents. They wore and sold the thread that she spun, and used the money to support themselves and ensure that there would always be roving on Arachne's spindle and wheel.

Word of her talent spread, and she would often receive offers of commission to spin new found fibers into stunning threads. She happily took most commissions, turning away only those that she was too busy for, as she enjoyed the challenge of learning something new.

Until one day, a man from very far away, and great wealth, thought himself entitled to her work as he believed himself to be the most important man in the world. He demanded that she spin him enough thread to be woven into a hundred yards of the finest cloth yet seen on earth.

She of course was still working on her latest commission, and her own projects. To start such a thing would be insane, she told the man. He did not care, and threatened the spinner and her family if she did not comply.

Seeing no other option the girl agreed, and only then did the man reveal the last requirement of this cloth. It must be made of a material never before seen on this earth. No other fabric could already be made of this fiber.

The spinner wanted to cry and weep, for she had seen and spun fiber from every end of the earth, and she did not know of any fibers left untried. She did not let her despair hinder her though, for the lives of her family were at stake, and she must succeed. She consoled herself with the thought of returning to them, and never seeing this horrible man again.

She worked on her other projects as she pondered what she could spin that had never been spun before.

She asked of the birds as they sang out her window what she hadn't yet spun, but they simply kept singing ignoring her.

She asked _______(patron with a focus on creating things/crafting) for advice, but that was the Wednesday that _______(pc) was busy making ________(ceramics) so they did not hear her pleas.

She continued to spin through the entire day and well through the night, pleading and asking anyone who would listen to tell her of some new thing to spin for her freedom and her family's.

In her distraction, she had not noticed night give way to dawn. Arachne, had not noticed The Lady of the Dark hearing her in the night. The Lady of the Dark's heart cried for this child who should not be in such a position, so she sought to remedy this for the child.

The Lady of the Dark knew of something that no one had ever spun, but she also knew that Arachne was one of the favored children of _______(pc) and would only need a little push to figure it out on her own.

Come dawn, a beam of light fell right where Arachne's roving ended, and as she continued to spin, some of the light was spun along with her roving. When she finished her latest appeal to ______(pc) she realized what she had done.

Crying in delight, she quickly set down her spindle, and sat down at the spinning wheel the arrogant man insisted she spin his thread on. It was enchanted so that none may steal the thread off of it, and if stolen the thread would return to him and him alone.

The girl sat there spinning for three days and three nights, until there was indeed enough thread to weave a hundred yards of fabric.

_______(pc) sustained her throughout the day, easing the soreness of her fingers, and ensuring the wheel spun true.

The Lady of Darkness took over in the night, singing to Arachne the first weaving songs to keep her in time. Kissing the spinner's brow, and holding her in comfort and strength.

When dawn ended the third night, and Arachne had finished, she knew not who had saved her, but gave her thanks all the same. (The Lady of Darkness did not blame this child for not knowing her, this was a child of daylight and warmth, a summer's child)

The man came to see Arachne's work, and praised her for her ingenuity. Never before had someone seen roving in light, and the thread she had spun was as radiant as the light she had twisted.

The man insisted that as she had so little trouble spinning sunlight, she might not be troubled to spin more thread for him. Enough thread for a hundred more yards of fabric each, in two new materials.

Arachne was angry, but once again found herself with little choice, and she thought, surely this must be the last thing he could ask of me. Just this one thing more and my family will be free from harm.

This time she knew what to spin. She spun moonlight, silvery soft, and cool as well as starlight, which glittered on the bobbin.

For three more days and three more nights, she spun without pause for food or sleep. She would have perished if not for _____(pc) and The Lady of Darkness sustaining her, but all of the thread was done come dawn at the end of the third night, and all of it made by her hand. Her family would be free.

Once again the man came to inspect the goods. He was privately astonished at how much this mere peasant child had made. He was more shocked that this family still chose to live in their countryside home without flaunting the wealth that this child surely brought.

He said he would give her a week's rest, but then the spinner would have a week to spin a new thread, of the same amount as the first three.

Arachne realized that this man would never stop. As long as he still lived and threatened her family he would be asking her to spin him all of the earth. She could not let this happen.

For the week she had to recover, she rested, and thanked ____(pc), and planned. She thought of all the things she could try to spin to end this man.

The only thing that would resoundly stop this man was a death, and she had none but her own to spin.

Now, it must be noted that in this time, the world was considered generally more flexible than most would think today. Arachne is the finest weaver of all time, and she possessed skill and talent beyond the wildest reckoning.

And so at the end of her week of rest, she reached and pulled and teased and tugged, and spent three days and three nights spinning her death. It was a soft and gentle death, slipping off in her sleep at an advanced age.

She spun her death and her dying moments, and out of a bit of spite, she was never proud of it, a bit of her anger slipped in as well. Itching the horrid man for all eternity.

Her death only took half of the time, but that was important as she spun the most indestructible thing she could imagine to ply next to her death. She spun her hope. her desire to be free, to keep her family safe. She spun and spun until she thought that surely all of her hope must be wrapped around the bobbin of the wheel.

She would come to realize with age that hope heals itself, and she would never run out, but that is a story for another day.

At last she had a thread made of death, and hope. Terrible and indestructible. When the man came, she begged him to allow her the honor of being the one to weave it into cloth.

He agreed, not caring exactly who made his fine fabrics, and gave her considerably more time to weave than he ever did to spin.

When the fabric was done, she again begged him the honor of allowing her to be the one to make him a coat of such a fine material. He again agreed, not caring how the coat was made, only that he wear it, an no one else have anything as expensive.

She sewed it all with threads of hope, and when the man put it on, he immediately fell dead, she sewed the coat closed, so that no one may free him, and immediately fell to the floor crying.

She had never wanted to be the cause for death. She had never imagine the life of a spinner would lead to violence, but here was a horrible man wearing her death, and her hopes all wrapped up in one.

At that moment ______(pc) could do no good, for they are never good at soothing tears. The Lady of Darkness donned her mantle, and swept Arachne into her arms.

She hushed, and rocked, and sang until the child of summer's light in her arms could once more breathe evenly. She consoled ARachne who had become far more than she'd ever hoped in ways she was not yet ready to embrace.

Arachne went home to her family, they were all safe until the end of their days, but Arachne had spun away her death and her age, she would forever remain living as long as the horrible man remained dead.

She was not the same girl before as she was before she learned how to spin light. No, she was not the same, but she learned how to spin many many more things for the love of it, as she was not entirely different either.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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Some JJK1 leak is going around and he's singing about a girl in that..jikookers and their delusions gonna end when his album comes out and it being a ode to woman he loves or wishes to have lmao. We've been saying all this while he's straight af but yall don't believe it. Now it's time for him to prove once and for all

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I wonder if people who say things like this have any idea how not just queerphobic this is, but also how ignorant and just plain silly it is. Like, Anon, it's hard for me to believe you've had an education. Forget about JK and jikookers for a second, and replace JK with literally any other person. Your mom, for example. If your mom was a singer and she made a song "as an ode to a woman", which of these options would that eliminate:

Your mom being straight

Your mom being gay/lesbian

Your mom being bisexual/pansexual/queer

Think about it for a sec. Here's a random JK for no reason while we wait.

So, what's the answer?

The answer is none.

Your mom in this example is a singer, and singers make songs with all sorts of pronouns both gender-specific and gender-neutral, all the time, depending on individual preferences, song/tonal flow, the presence of a female/male/nb featuring artist on the song, narrative cohesion within the album or some other concept. Even if the genders were switched and now instead of your mom, we assume it's your dad (as JK is a guy), who made a song as an "ode to a woman", and if we assumed this song was indeed referring to a love interest, this wouldn't mean your dad is straight. Obviously. There's a whole spectrum of sexuality that exists, and your dad could still fancy himself a nice big tallywacker even if he's written a song about a girl from his past.

And this is aside the nuances to this specific leak that make your ask even more ridiculous. I mean, suddenly we're just expected to forget that JK lives in an extremely homophobic country where the consequences to an unabashed coming out would irreversibly change his life and that of his family. Your ask also curiously ignores the fact that in the same leak you're citing, JK is also heard to use male pronouns, so how you managed to make the leap to this being an "ode to a woman", is completely beyond me.

Overall, you seem silly and desperate to disprove jikook in the best case, and uneducated or ignorant in the worst case. Neither of which is good. It's also dispiriting that the first thought that crosses your mind after hearing a snippet of Jungkook's highly anticipated music, is how you can use it in your one-sided beef with... who again? Jokers or jikook? Remind me.

You know what? Actually, don't.

Please don't send me asks like this. Lately, I spend more time on Tumblr deleting asks that are too stupid to be written by even ChatGPT, than staring at hot pics of the tannies, or engaging in fun conversation about the boys and their music. And it shouldn't be this way. You're clogging up my inbox and decreasing my chances of seeing other people who do mean well and who know how to think.

#small psa #Newton's 4th law of attraction is that jikook is always jikooking #anyway #jikook #jungkook #jeon jungkook

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puppiefangs · 2 months

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remade my moonpaw and cometpaw refs a couple weeks back n never posted em + bonus moonpool (moonpaw reflection n real form)

rambling bout my au/ideas/rambling under the cut

[insert andrew hussie "homestuck is my intellectual property" meme here]. i love moonpaw, shes mine now

so everything i said in my last moonpaw n cometpaw ref post is still the same, but i wanna expand on it, plus inculde the horror pic i made as well. also i love moon^2 a lot so its canon to me.

i imagine after getting super frustrated with her clanmates for the upteenth time about them ignoring cometpaw, moonpaw leaves in the night to blow some steam. shes kinda just wandering the territory until she starts to hear a voice or singing and eventually ends up at the moonpool. she thinks its a loner or something hauled up there but finds out its the moonpool itself, and the moonpool realizes she can hear it. they quickly develop a friendship, moonpool being so thankful of moonpaw to finally be heard after trying for so many years with none of the other clan cats listening to its words and songs.

moonpaw confides in moonpool about being protective of her sibling and her clanmates being terrible, and it excites moonpaw more when moonpool can actually see cometpaw too (they show up in its reflection). moonpaw feels moonpool is the only one thats gets her and understands her struggles, and she starts to develop a crush on moonpool.

this relationship starts creating even more problems between moonpaw and her clanmates as she starts telling everyone how she can speak to moonpool, and doing as clan cats do, think shes having a connection to starclan. like an actual one, not the things they assumed were talking to starclan like imagining up her sibling and constantly talking to them. moonpaw yells that she cant talk to starclan and has never talked to a starclan cat, and she means the actual moonpool is talking, but no one listens to her and force her out of warrior training to immediately start to be a med cat apprentice. so for a bit (like nearly a full book) shes stuck as a med apprentice and is really bad at it. cometpaw loves it tho bcuz at least they can live out their dream of being a med apprentice, and possess moonpaw's body from time to time whenever moonpaw needs to do her duties. but whenever comet isnt possessing her, moonpaw doesnt know jack about any of this herb and healing nonsense.

im imagining a scene where moonpaw is dragged to a half moon meeting and immediately rushes to moonpool to talk to it and either the other med cats think shes crazy or just super enthusiastic about talking to the ancestors in a weird kinda way. but shes still whining and yelling that they arent listening to moonpool and they just go on about their business, which frustrates her to no end.

moonpaw hates everything. no one believes her, the position she was forced into shes failing at, her mentor is being rude and pushing all these things on her she doesnt understand and doesnt have the capacity to, she just wants to be a warrior again.

then this all culminates into eventually getting so fed up she snaps at cometpaw and cometpaw eventually has to come clean and tell her theyve been dead this whole time and shes the only one thats been able to see them. moonpaw cant believe it at all. she starts out thinking its a joke, a really mean one, but still. its not.

she asks why shes able to see them and why theyve been able to grow alongside her if theyre dead? they think it has to do with their soul being absorbed by moonpaw before birth but they arent entirely sure. she asks why they didnt tell her sooner? they wanted to live a life alongside their sibling and because it would upset moonpaw if she knew. she asks what this makes her now? they dont know.

moonpaw's entire mind breaks at this. her life has been a lie. her sibling had lied to her all their life, had made her seem like some kind of freak to their clanmates her whole life. she thought she was protecting them from their clanmates, but cometpaw was just manipulating her. they were using her to become what they couldnt achieve, is what she tells herself, a medicine cat.

moonpaw snaps at cometpaw to never talk to her again, it doesnt matter that theyre soul bound or whatever. right now, moonpaw wished cometpaw's soul was gone.

cometpaw fades from her vision and tears fill her eyes as she runs out the clan to live with moonpool forever. even if cometpaw was lying, moonpool has never lied to her.

the moonpool consoles her, letting moonpaw cry into the water and drink it up as soon as her face dries. now moonpaw sees how she actually looks. this entire time, seeing cometpaw as something separate from her allowed her mind to rid cometpaw from her body entirely. now as she looks in moonpool's water she sees the orange on her pelt, the one green eye she recognized as cometpaw's, her uneven fur that would become fluffy like cometpaw's and then smooth out like hers.

moonpool tries to calm her down, telling her cometpaw didnt mean anything bad from it. moonpool tells moonpaw to see it from her sibling's perspective. in fact, moonpool says it and cometpaw are one in the same. only moonpaw could see or hear either of them. moonpool had been alone for so many years, only able to watch the clan cats but never be seen or heard. only used. only to be visited every once in awhile to speak to starclan. forever alone as a thing, but never a person.

moonpool loves moonpaw, and moonpool knows moonpaw loves it back. moonpool is grateful that moonpaw can finally see it as its own person and not just some object. and moonpool knows cometpaw feels the same for moonpaw.

moonpaw knows moonpool is right, and even if cometpaw isnt alive, its not like she can go back to her old clan. even if she accepted cometpaw isnt alive, everyone knows her for being weird, theyd try to force her back to being a med cat even if she admits that what they thought was her speaking to starclan was just her talking to her sibling's ghost. theyd make it about starclan. no one whos alive will understand her.

she decides to give herself up to the moonpool.

she tells cometpaw that shes accepted them again and shes sorry, and cometpaw is sorry too for holding this back from her for so long. moonpaw tells cometpaw that its ok and she missed them, and shes found a way for them to be together for real.

moonpool lifts itself out the water, a beautiful shimmering cat made of flowing water. normally when it does this it looks like moonpaw, a weird kind of reflection. but now it looks like no one moonpaw has ever seen, a new cat who smiles sweetly and presses its cold wet nose to hers.

moonpaw faces her sibling and does an impromptu naming ceremony for both of them. she messes up the speech a few times and adds parts here and there that she couldnt remember, as there hadnt been a warrior ceremony in moons, but eventually she gets it out.

moonwatcher and cometchaser.

moonpool guides moonwatcher to the bank and wraps itself around her in a loving embrace and bringing her into the water alongside cometchaser.

it doesnt matter anymore, nothing does. not the clans, not starclan, nothing. just the love she feels right now, for moonpool and cometchaser. even as moonpool's love fills her lungs and drags her down further and further into her mate, she doesnt regret it a single second.

during all this, the clan sends out a search party for her, and it lasts for a week before they eventually give up. eventually, the med cats have to come back to the moonpool, or maybe even a leader. and there they find her, the blacks and oranges of moonpaw, swirling in the greens and blues of the moonpool.

#pup's art #made these to test out krita #moonpaw #warrior cats #wc art #tw eye imagery #tw drowning #tw death

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gaytotaldrama · 1 year

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Since you asked about prompts, while I haven’t got to World Tour in my rewatch, the thought comes to mind of a Gwortney piece where Courtney believes Gwen’s claims that was the one who Duncan kissed her rather than blaming her for “stealing” him

thanks for the prompt! hope you enjoy

also on my ao3

"Uh, I saw Duncan and Gwen kiss!"

In just a few words, Tyler Tucker had completely ruined Gwen's life. She knew she couldn't really blame him - the guy was clearly under Alejandro's crafty spell. But if he'd just stuck around for literally two seconds longer the night before, he would know the truth of what had actually gone down.

Gwen should be so lucky.

Duncan was on the ground, out cold from Cody's sucker-punch to his jaw. Gwen couldn't care. Serves him right, she thought. I told him to fess up to Courtney himself, and now the jackass has dug his grave even deeper.

As Cody and Tyler began to take flight, Gwen realized with a horrible clarity that since Duncan was out of commission, Courtney was headed straight for her.

"I hate you!" she was screaming, flailing like some sort of enraged marionette. The only thing preventing her from tearing Gwen's face off was Sierra's - surprisingly expert, though definitely slack - chokehold. "How could you?! I thought we were friends!"

"We are!" Gwen exclaimed, instinctually taking a few steps back. "Courtney, you have to believe me, I didn't want - "

"Oh, sure you didn't," Sierra sneered as Courtney continued to wriggle in her grasp. "You've been all over Duncan since season one! It was only a matter of time before you tried any funny business."

Gwen stamped her foot in frustration, gritting her teeth together. "I do not like Duncan! I never have! I was with Trent in season one, remember?"

But her defenses appeared to fall upon utterly deaf ears. "You," Courtney seethed, steam practically pouring out of her nostrils like a raging bull. "Are so eliminated."

"Look, if I could just - " Gwen started in a panic, but by then, Cody had already won the tie-breaker, and the wave of relief that crashed through her nearly knocked her down to her knees.

Back on the plane, things weren't pretty. Duncan was still passed out somewhere in economy - was Cody's punch really that strong, or was Duncan simply prolonging the inevitable? In any case, Gwen felt terrible. She was being looked down upon by her fellow contestants. She hadn't gotten to say (sing?) all she'd wanted Duncan to hear during their boar challenge, hadn't let him know just how pissed she really was. Not to mention that the person who was angriest with her right now was the very person Gwen wanted to -

Whatever. Like that was gonna happen now.

And yet, she knew she had to try.

Leaving the confessional (the lock was still busted, if this show weren't so fucking cheap, if McLean wasn't such an asshole, none of this would have even - ), Gwen steeled her resolve and made her way back to first class as slowly as possible. Cody tried to catch her eye as she entered the cabin, but she steadfastly ignored him, ignored the daggers Sierra was shooting her way, too. Courtney was curled into one of the seats, sobbing uncontrollably as Heather patted her on the back. If Heather was now appreciated more than Gwen, she didn't know what she would do.

"Courtney, please," Gwen said softly upon approach. "I can explain everything to you."

"I don't want to hear it, boyfriend stealer!" Courtney screamed.

Gwen winced, shook her head. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just need you to listen to me. Can we go out to the cargo hold or something?"

"What, so you can go spy and make sure Duncan hasn't been eliminated?!" At this, she fell prey to a fresh bout of tears.

"If you really want to talk to Courtney, then you can say whatever it is in front of us," Heather said, crossing her arms. "And if that juvie punk gets booted, then I say Good riddance."

"Fine!" Gwen threw up her hands, exasperated. "Fine, I'll just say this here." She hated to air more of her dirty laundry on TV, but that had always been par for the course with Total Drama. "Courtney, I didn't kiss him."

"Yes you did you little - "

"Duncan kissed me," Gwen all but yelled. Her cheeks burned shamefully at the memory. "Tyler didn't see the whole thing, but I pushed Duncan off of me almost as soon as it had begun. I didn't expect it to happen. I didn't want it. And when I rejected him, he got all grouchy and left."

"Oh, yeah, like we're gonna believe that!" Sierra shouted. "You stab Courtney in the back and then can't even own up to it?! You are soooo getting voted 'Least Popular Contestant' on my blog!"

But Cody, looking at Gwen with puppy-dog eyes, asked, "You're being serious, Gwen?"

"Yes." Gwen ran her hands through her rough hair, not even caring if she pulled out any strands. "I wouldn't lie about this. Ask Chris to show you the footage." She scowled at the floor. "And if Duncan gets kicked off tonight, I'll sleep as snug as a bug in a rug."

Silence, for a moment. Heather seemed about to say something. But then -

"Oh my God," Courtney croaked. "She's telling the truth."

If Gwen had felt relieved when they won the Greece challenge, it was nothing compared to this. "Yes," she repeated, voice breaking. "I swear to you, Courtney, I am. I'm telling the truth."

And Courtney nodded, not meeting Gwen's gaze, her eyes rimmed with red. But it was enough for Gwen to know she believed her.

The others, however, weren't so easily convinced.

"Oh, come on, you two have always been close," said Heather. "If you're not into Duncan, then I'll marry Alejandro."

"I'm not," Gwen said emphatically. "So happy trails, Heather, you two will be perfect for one another." She turned defensively to Sierra. "And I guess you're gonna tell me you totally saw this coming and there's no way I'm being genuine, right? Because since you're an expert on this show, you must know me better than I know myself, huh?" When Sierra didn't answer, Gwen knew she had her pegged. "Ugh, you guys, I am not in love with Duncan! And, sorry, Cody, I'm not into you, either." At Cody's heartbroken expression, Sierra growled at her, but Gwen kept going. "Just because you all have complicated love lives doesn't mean I have to!

"You are so obviously into Alejandro," she continued, rounding on Heather. "But you won't admit it because you're too proud to own up to the fact that there's actually a perfect guy for Heather Hamada out there, and he's just as evil as you are!" Before Heather could splutter her way through a half-baked excuse, Gwen spun to level with Sierra. "And you - if you actually took a second to care about what Cody wants, you would know that you are always overstepping his boundaries!" She contemplated raking her nails down her face, so strong was her frustration at the people around her. "I won't deny that Duncan and I have a lot in common, and I won't deny that he has some sort of feelings for me. But I don't feel the same way. I was into Trent, I'm into Courtney, but I am not and never will be into Duncan!"

Finally, she broke off, heaving, throat drier than the stupid path to the Nile had been. She'd said her piece. She was finished, and if they still decided to send her home next time the Amazons lost, then she'd just learn to live with it.

But no one seemed angry anymore. In fact, they all seemed to be experiencing variations of different emotions, none of them hatred. Sierra's eyes were blown wider than usual, her jaw slack and her fingers twitching like she was itching to blog about something. Cody looked crestfallen, and Gwen felt bad for being harsh, but it had been three seasons and the guy still couldn't deal with the fact that she was never going to date him. Heather, meanwhile, was staring at Gwen with her hand pressed over her mouth and...giggling? It felt wrong to attribute such a cutesy word to the Queen of Mean, but there was no other way to describe the sickening sounds she was making. And Courtney...

Courtney was looking at Gwen like she'd just seen a ghost - and a real one at that, not Harold's stupid soccer ball-bedsheet combo.

"You," Courtney started and swallowed hard - Gwen tried not to track the bobbing motion of her throat. "You like me."

At last, Gwen's brain caught up with her stupid mouth, and she realized what she'd just admitted. Oh, shit...

It was at least a small comfort to know that no one would be asking her about Duncan again any time soon.

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professorjaskier · 2 years

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Wuv the Bard: What About the Bard Post

Hey y'all! This is my first time posting for awhile, so I hope you enjoy. This is unbetad and thanks to @whataboutthebard for giving me inspiration!

Title: A Worthwhile Journey

Prompt: Seeing each other after a long time

Pairing: Jaskier/Geralt

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Geralt grimaced as the putrid smells of Oxenfurt greeted him.

There was a reason that he stayed away from cities. Their odor always bombarded his senses, making his head spin and ache in a way that it rarely did. The fact he even considered stepping foot in one showed the sway that Jaskier had over him.

Jaskier.

Geralt tugged slightly at Roach’s reins, urging her to move the slightest bit faster as he navigated their way through the throngs of people. Though she huffed and tugged against his hold, she upped her pace. She must have felt his desperation to get to their destination to behave that well.

As they slowly approached the gates to the university, Geralt smiled softly, knowing that his bard would be waiting for him behind those gates.

His bard. His.

Jaskier had been several things to him through the years. At first he was just a nuisance, a whelp of a boy, yipping at his heels and constantly bringing trouble and a symphony of noises wherever he went. Although the noise and the trouble never diminished, it only took a few months for Geralt to see him as a staple in his life. Jaskier would help him in ways the witcher had never even realized he needed; stitching his wounds, washing his hair, and providing him with smiles as easily as breathing. Truthfully, Geralt had considered Jaskier a travel companion and a friend long before he admitted it to the other man.

As time passed, he began to see the bard as something more. He was no longer a child wet behind the ears, but a grown man. The day Jaskier had taken off his shirt to bathe in the Pontar and had shown not a smooth chest, but one covered in wiry, copper hairs, Geralt had not known what to do. It was as if Jaskier had transformed in a single moment, and from then on Geralt couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Geralt had known Jaskier was an attractive man, but he had ignored the bard’s come ons for years. After that moment, it became harder to do so.

They’d known each other for fifteen years now, and Geralt was still unsure what Jaskier now meant to him. Yes, he was still an annoying bard and the best travel companion and friend that he knew, but he was also more. Witchers had no feelings, or at least that was what humans said, and Geralt wished it were so. If he was truly the emotionless beast people believed him to be, then his heart wouldn’t twist so painfully when he and the bard parted ways for the winter.

He also wouldn’t be braving the sounds and smells of Oxenfurt.

As Geralt entered the gates of the university, heading towards the stables, he stopped and listened. Through an arch to his left, a melodious voice poured forth and the familiar strums of a lute. He knew that voice. He would know that voice anywhere.

Without a second thought, he guided Roach towards the noise, helplessly following it like a fish on a hook until he saw him. As expected, Jaskier was sitting in a small garden, strumming on his lute and singing something Geralt did not recognize. It must have been a new composition from the winter months. However, Jaskier was not alone. Instead, he had a group of young men and women watching him in awe as they scribbled frantically in their notebooks.

All too soon the music stopped, Jaskier gently laying his lute back in its case before turning around to address the crowd. “Now as you can see, the second song I played was far different from the first. Can anyone tell me why?”

A young, blonde man raised his hand timidly and quietly said, “The tempo was different.”

Jaskier nodded slowly, but Geralt was well-versed in the bard’s expressions. That was the face Jaskier used when he wanted to let someone down gently.

Of course he was right. Jaskier finally said, “Yes, but it’s something more important than that, Michal. Anyone else?” When none of his students volunteered, he sighed and said, “Very well. The big difference was the emotion behind it. Both songs shared the same key and chord structure, but one was more compelling, am I right?”

All of the student’s nodded as one and Jaskier smiled. “Yes, one was more compelling because it dealt with deep emotions. The first song, composed by myself nearly a decade ago, is a dainty ballad about a sunny day in a field of flowers. Nice, fun to sing and listen to, but truly a bit dull. The other ballad is also about spending a day in a field of flowers, but it focuses on the man laying in the field and how he is longing for someone. A friend, a lover, the audience doesn’t know, but everyone can understand longing for something. That is why the song is more potent.”

At that moment, Jaskier looked up and saw him, his blue eyes widening in delight before he turned to his class. “Right, class is dismissed for the day. Don’t forget, your final compositions are due next Friday, and they must be performed. Make sure to practice!”

As the students quickly packed up their things and left the small garden, Jaskier bounded over towards him, a wide grin on his face. “Geralt! My darling witcher, you’re early! I still have classes until the end of next week.” Without a moment’s hesitation, the bard threw himself at Geralt, embracing him with a surprisingly tight hug.

Geralt gave himself a moment to lose himself in Jaskier. The almond lotion that he used on his hands and the chamomile scent he sprayed on his clothes intermingled with the oil he used on his lute to create a smell that was uniquely Jaskier. The bard was wearing his ridiculous university robes, the ones he complained about with vigor whenever he was forced to wear them. Even through the endless folds of fabric, Geralt could feel Jaskier’s surprisingly strong body pressing against him. With that thought, Geralt pulled back before his mind could wander to more inappropriate places.

“Snow melted early. Decided to make my way here.” Or he had left earlier than advisable to find Jaskier, but the less the bard knew of his desperation, the better.

“Ah, well you can stay with me. I have a guest room in my lodging. Besides, that way I can tell you about how Valdo fucking Marx tried to steal yet another one of my poems, the thieving hag—”

Geralt smiled, following after Jaskier as the younger man railed against his colleague, finally realizing two truths: he loved Jaskier and yes, the journey to find his bard was worth it. If Jaskier was at the end, it would always be worth it.

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