#and something still looks off to me about fred but i can't figure out what it is

[doom-dreaming]

Blue Team (+ Cortana) Sims

(Places four tiny Spartans and an even tinier Cortana into your hands.)

Our main boy. Gap-toothed and covered in freckles. :) They're all over his shoulders, too. And his chest. And his back. It's great. He also has a secret tattoo on his shoulder.

Kellyyyyyyyyyyy. My silly rabbit. In all her blue-haired glory. Fun fact: Kelly looks different in every single reference photo I used. Thanks, Halo. All I have to go on is "rough, angular beauty" and a bunch of wildly-different renderings from a billion sources.

Linda! Everyone's favorite sniper. Turns out the birthmark options can also look like scars, so that's cool. I just think they should have more battle damage than literally every picture I've ever seen of them. You're telling me these people have been in heavy combat for over four decades and their faces are pristine? I don't buy it, no matter how good they are at keeping their helmets on.

Fred turned out much better after I spent a little more time messing with his face bones. And he doesn't look as much like he's constantly on the verge of tears like the first version. Lmao. Even got the gray (sorry, "silver") hair in there. And idk, I thought the tattoo looked cool. I do have Blue Team tattoo headcanons, but Sims doesn't really have anything close.

She!!!!! I was trying to get her close to the Halo 2 Anniversary facial structure, since it's my favorite look for her and her face is different in literally every game. I think I did a decent job. As decent a job as one can manage in a minimally-modded Sims game.

Good news, the height slider looks great with this group. John and Fred are at max height (Kelly and Linda are close to it) and Cortana's at minimum and. it's just good. It's very good. I'm finally realizing I have a very real thing for size differences, which is technically something I always knew, but. Anyway. There they are, I'm pretty happy with how they turned out! I still haven't finished their house yet.

[desideriumwriter]

i'm thinking about an angry love confession in the quidditch pitch with either of the twins. while it's raining. PLEASE

(also i'm loving anyone but you, i can't wait for the next chapter 😭)

you are a saint for this request, i love you. i live for the dramatics. take this as an apology for the other love confession blurb <3 oh and more aby is on its on its way i pinkyyyy promise!

wc: 761

f.w. masterlist | navi

You were pissed. You’d come out all the way to the Quidditch Pitch by yourself to watch Fred practice, just because he asked you to. Only to end up disappointed and rained on.

Oliver was nice enough today to end practice shorter than usual due to the sudden heavy rain.

Already soaked enough from the run you had to make from the spot you were sitting on the bleachers to underneath them, you crossed your arms as you waited for Fred to get done talking with Angelina.

Soon they parted ways, Angelina stroking his arm as he walked away. The scowl on your face didn’t go unnoticed by Fred once he turned to you.

“You okay?” He walked up to you, broom still in hand and a smile still on his face from whatever humorous conversation he was having.

“Why do you even bother asking me here if you’re just gonna gawk at Angelina the entire time?” You muttered, looking at the wet grass.

“I don’t gawk at her.” Fred scoffed in disbelief. “What’s going on?” He lowered his chin, trying to get a look at your face.

“Whatever, I’m going back to the castle.” You shrugged, arguing with him was like talking to a wall.

“I- What’s the matter with you?” He grimaced, dropping his broom and following you as you went out into the rain. You didn’t respond, only muttering something about wanting to get back to your room.

“Hey, come on, stop. You’re acting all strange.“ Fred grabbed your shoulder, you shrugged him off.

“I’m not gonna let you walk all the way back alone in the rain, you know? You’re worrying me.” He grabbed your shoulder again, this time you whipped around angrily.

“Why do you care? Why don’t you go and continue on flirting with Angelina?” Your words were spilling out your mouth with no control, pure jealousy was spewing out of you.

“Where’s all this come from? What’s your problem?” Fred stuttered a bit, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“This! This is my problem!” You went on, tearing your hood off your head. Your robes were completely soaked now and doing no help to shield you from the rain.

“I show up to your practices and games every single time you ask, I watch and I wait for you, just for you to go straight over to her!” You exclaimed.

“I’ve been trying to get you to figure it out but you're always busy with your pranks and practice and- and her!” Your voice wavered, yet you were too angry to feel embarrassed yet.

“I thought maybe you’d notice, maybe you’d see, but I can’t keep waiting and hoping while you’re off with someone else! And if I could just tell you then maybe you’d realize!” You blurted out. You were praying the raindrops hitting would disguise the tears that had begun to fall from your eyes.

“Then tell me! What is it?” Fred huffed, frustration in his tone.

You opened your mouth but only a shaky breath came out. You were hesitant and holding back, knowing that if you told him everything between you would go one of two ways.

“Come on, tell me what this big issue is! What?” He pushed one more time, causing you to break.

“I’m in love with you, you git! That’s what!” You yelled, voice slightly cracking. Fred’s face dropped.

The truth was laid bare and the both of you were silent, the pouring rain around you working as ambient noise.

"Say something," you hoarsely whispered. "Please say something." You tried to steady your heaving breath and racing heart, but Fred’s face didn’t help at all.

You felt like an idiot. You closed your eyes, wishing you could go back and have this never happen.

You were ripped out of your self-dwelling once two hands cupped your face and pulled you in. His lips are on yours, the coldness of the rain is replaced by the warmth of his skin, and you absolutely melt into it.

Once you finally broke apart, Freds hands still remained holding your face, making him look at you, his expression had shifted to a softer look.

“I don’t want Angelina, I want you.” His voice was gentle, “She doesn't compare to you. No one does.” He kissed you again, leaving you breathless.

“I don’t understand, if you felt the same, why didn’t you say anything?” You stammered, this was honestly the last thing you expected.

“I didn’t really think you'd be interested in a git like me.” He smiled and shrugged.

tell me what you thought!

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

SHE CAN'T COMPARE

Pairings: George Weasley x fem!reader Summary: George's girlfriend broke up with him, and he tells you why Warnings: mentions of a break up Note: I'M ALIVE!

you were sat on the gryffindor couch, next to Fred and Angelina as you waited for George to show up.

no one had seen him since the morning and you were starting to get worried.

you had been informed that he got broken up with earlier that day by his now ex after you were looking for him.

her response was short and rushed, making it more than clear to you that she didn't want to be talking about it.

but it was her cold and harsh tone that made you believe something bad happened.

after a while of just sitting around you sighed and got up

"that's it, i'm looking for him" you looked at your two friends as they looked up with a look that asked 'are you sure?'

"something might of happened to him, or he just needs someone right now, you guys head to bed" you grabbed your sweater and headed out of the common room

you looked around corridors and courtyards, trying to find his large, lanky figure somewhere sitting around, moping

you sighed before climbing up the steep stairs of the astronomy tower

you had thrown on your sweater well before leaving the main castle to escape the winters' night

you finally got to the top and noticed his dark figure leaning against the side, his back to you as he stared off into the mountains in the distance

you walked over to him and held your breath, not sure what reaction you would get from him for being here

"Georgie?" you whispered as you stood behind him,

you heard him sigh "hey, love"

his tone didn't hold the amount of sadness you would of expected

"i heard what happened, are you alright?" you said quietly as you went beside him, looking at his face as he stared up at the stars

"yeah I'm fine" usually, you wouldn't believe that statement, but from the look on his face when he said it, almost made you think he really was ok

"did she tell you why she... you know?" you spoke carefully

"i never loved her the way i should of.." he clicked his tongue

he really didn't seem sad or disappointed, although you sensed a tone of regret

George had been your best friend since childhood, your fathers working together in the ministry meant going over for dinner a few times a month to almost once a week when you and the twins complained about not seeing each other for a while, having connected instantly.

you knew him like the back of your hand, but right now, you couldn't. you couldn't read him, he just seemed, dull, or deep in thought

"what do you mean? it seemed like you loved her a lot" you frowned

he shook his head with a chuckle

"she never compared" was all he said

"George?" you tilted your head

for the first time tonight, he looked down at you, but with a smile

he chuckled again dryly before looking back up at the sky

"of course she didn't compare" he murmured

"compare to what, George?"

George took a deep breath before speaking "to you"

you looked down at your feet, confused by his words, what did he mean?

after a moment of silence he spoke up again, taking it that you didn't understand

"I didn't love her, hell how could I?"

you looked up and saw him already staring at you

you were still frowning, not computing any of this

"how could I possibly love her when you're right there?" he shook his head, towering over you

it was only then when you realised how close you were, you felt his cold breath fanning over your face as he stared at you intently, but softly

"I don't-" you started before he cut you off

"-she told me she loved me, guess what i said" he huffed

you shrugged "what'd you say?" you asked softly

"i said 'i love you too, Y/n' can you believe that? all the times throughout all the 6 months of us dating and all the i love yous, i chose today to say your name instead of hers" he smiled in amusement

you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it

"i mean sure, i cared about her.. but at the end of the day, it's always been you, it would never be her and she realised that, i feel like she always knew"

"George..." you looked up at him in surprise as he gazed at you.

his eyes held a longing that almost made you weak in the knees, they held a passion and a type of love that made butterflies fly around your stomach

they held such care and softness that made you want to fall into his arms and stay there forever

you've had feelings for George ever since you can remember, but never acted upon it in fear he only saw you as a friend, or worse, a sister.

it could of been the way he teased you over everything, but in a nice way

or it could of been they way he always made you laugh

or the way he kissed your cheek before going off to bed

or the way he always got you your favourite treat from honeydukes without asking

or the way he always stood up for you.

you don't know what it was that made you fall for him, but you did, hard

"i should've known, all these years i've felt something for you, how could it of taken me a girlfriend to realise that i couldn't love anyone but you?" he shook his head in disappointment

"George..." you smiled sadly

"my heart calls your name, even without me knowing it, without me having to try.. my heart belongs to you, it always has" he stepped forward

you smiled up at him but raised your eyebrows, realising he's said all these beautiful things except the 3 words he's been trying to say this whole time

he saw your smile and grinned before pulling you into his arms

you instantly relaxed into his warmth as his strong arms wrapped around you

"i love you" he whispered

"I couldn't tell" you said sarcastically with a teasing smile on your face

"shut up" he shook his head with a laugh

you look up at him, resting your chin on his chest as he holds you

"i love you too, George" you smiled, emphasising his name, still teasing him

"since when are you the tease?" he raised an eyebrow

"ever since you became a softy" you smirked

"I'd rather be soft for you than anyone else" he shrugged

"we should get back to the castle, it's probably way past curfew now" you tried pulling away but he wouldn't let you

"not so fast love, are you forgetting something?" he raised his eyebrows

"what am i forgetting?" you tilted your head

"the best way of showing love and affection" he smirked

you frowned before you felt his lips on yours

the kiss was short and sweet before he let you go to hold your hand and leading you down the tower, going back to the castle.

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[liliumaze]

ꨄ bf!harry with a taller!reader — headcanons

cw. suggestive content (smut but i didn't end it?), no use of y/n, much of a self insert tbh, girly!reader

wc. +500

note. i always see fics here with a shorter reader so here i am doing this for us tall girlies. besides harry in the movies is kinda short lmao and i am in fact taller than him. not sure if anyone already did something like this. english isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes!!

ᡣ𐭩. harry isn't even a little bit ashamed about dating a taller girl, in fact he loves how tall you are and there are a few reasons for that.

ᡣ𐭩. when you two hug, even if standing up, harry can bury his face on your chest and he loves it.

ᡣ𐭩. harry has to lift his head/stand on his toes to kiss you. it's adorable and if you point this out teasing him he’ll be a little embarrassed, making it even cuter.

ᡣ𐭩. sometimes you playfully lift harry up while kissing (he likes it).

ᡣ𐭩. you constantly hear jokes around school, about how you should get into basketball or something because of your height. fred and george usually joke about your height difference with harry; it can be funny but you're so used to it that there are times it can be a burden—harry notices when you don't like it so he tells them to stop.

ᡣ𐭩. if you're feeling insecure about wearing heels, harry won't hold back on saying how pretty you are with high heels and how actually iconic you get by being even taller. he doesn't feel any shame about being next to you when you're so tall and neither should you.

ᡣ𐭩. when you tell harry your height makes you feel less feminine and this brings you sadness, he's stunned because he sees you like a graceful doll, with a seraphic aura adorning your girly figure all the time.

“darling, what do you mean by that?” the gryffindor asks, disbelieving your words, because how could you, who were always wearing your cute skirts, high socks and mary janes, say you didn't see yourself as feminine as you wanted to be?

“it's just… next to other girls i feel so big, like i’ll never be delicate like them. i know they think the same, and they're always joking about how no man will be attracted to me when i have this height and it gets so uncomfortable… i’m sorry, i shouldn't have told you this, it's so foolish,” you try laughing it off, however you can't even look away because your boyfriend’s hands are immediately cupping your face, keeping you two facing each other.

“it's not foolish if it bothers you,” harry's words come firmly. “what’s truly foolish are their words.”

no time for answer, the only thing you can do is gasp due to harry's hands already lifting you up and positioning you on the table, his fingers trailing lines close to the end of your skirt.

“should i mark you up, beautiful? so everyone sees how desired you are, regardless of your height? which, really, doesn't matter,” harry starts covering your neck with wet kisses, hands gripping tightly on the smooth skin of your thighs under your clothes.

“harry,” his name leaves your lips in a moan, the boy's efforts to have you forgetting about everything else working.

“so pretty for me,” his mouth is tracing you from your lips to your collarbone, worshiping every bit of your skin. harry's hands raise your skirt, showing your lacy white panties, a small wet spot on them.

“and people still have the courage to tell you you aren't feminine enough, angel? you're literally a doll, princess.”

[robynlilyblack]

"I didn't hear a single word you said" - Freddie x Ravenclaw!Reader first kiss

Better hurry Weasley

Fred Weasley x fem! ravenclaw! reader

Summary: Fred runs, quite literally, into a prefect whist escaping flitch, but it turns out rather different than he first imagined

Warnings: swearing, kinda strangers to lovers, first kiss, fluff  

A/n: 0.6k words, hope you enjoy xx

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Fred was sprinting down the corridor. This wasn’t new, in fact most would say it was weird if there wasn’t at least one redhead running away from the scene of a crime at a given moment. Still, he damned his twin for managing to dip behind a tapestry before he could, but being the good brother he was, he continued running 

He reached the intersection of two corridors, dipping quickly into the one leading off but as he rounded it he crashed directly into someone, sending them to the floor

“What the…” Fred panics, worried it was a professor but his worry soon shifts to concern as he sees it’s you, whining on the floor in pain “Shit, I’m so sorry” he kneels down, averting his eyes briefly as you fixed your flipped skirt

He knew you but not as well as he wished and therefore didn’t know if you would turn him in. He figured you most likely would and he wouldn't blame you, it was your job as a prefect after all, and a ravenclaw one at that, considering how Roger treated him last time

“It’s okay” you finally look up at him, gifting him a shy smile as he stands, holding his hands out to help you “Thank you” you accept them, letting him pull you to your feet

“So. How many points is that?” he chuckles “Gotta be more considering I almost obliterated you” he jokes but you just look a little confused

“Huh?” you shake your head, honest to merlin forgetting you’re a prefect as you get a little lost in the elder Weasleys soft eyes and contagious smile

“You forgetting that little blue badge love?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking as he nodded to it 

Your eyes follow, face hot as you realise. Your realisation more than cute to the ginger before you

“Why were you running?” you ask, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth

Fred’s eyes are locked onto them for a moment longer than they should have been before he answers, eyes returning to your eyes “Got caught setting up a prank by Mrs Morris and now I’m running away from her master” he flashes a stunning smile afterward

You let out a little smile too, but then you hear Flitch’s voice distantly down the corridor as the man must be finally catching up “You better start running again then” you state shocking him

“What?” he looks at you confused before it sinks into an awe filled smile “You’re letting me go?”

You nod “Better hurry Weasley” you say smiling, hands moving behind your back as you lift your head proudly, rocking on your toes

“I won’t forget this” he winks, dipping down with the intention of kissing your cheek “Thank…you” but then your face moves and your lips meet for a brief moment

He looks for your reaction, cringing that he may have ruined the moment but then he sees your just staring as his lips, tongue darting out to wet your own as your eyes lift to his. He dips down again before he can think, kissing you properly and cupping your cheek, you don’t move but your body relaxes and melts into it

“WEASLEY!” Flitch’s screech is what pulls you apart

You're beyond flustered as Fred pulls back to peak around the corner “Sorry lovely” he apologises as he turns back “Gotta run but before I do” he grins “Hogsmeade this Saturday?”

You're about to say yes when you remember “Fred there's no trip this weekend?” you say, and his eyes flash with something you can't decipher as you say his name

“You trust me?” he asks and you nod right away “Good” he steals another kiss before jogging backwards “I’ll see you outside your tower at 10” he calls, giving you a wave as he starts running off once more, leaving you in a happy shock as your fingers glazed over your lips

Thank you for reading ♡

[archivesofthevoid]

Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

[the-colourful-witch]

i'd love to know more about astrid cresswell if you're willing to tell us more. such as her family, is she dirk cresswell's daughter? what's her wand like? what year was she born? etc

Hiya! I can't believe you found her! I forgot I shared an illustration of Astrid on my page a long time ago :) Astrid Cresswell is my OC. And yes, I did take inspiration for her name from Dirk Cresswell, who is an Auror at the Ministry. He was one of the Aurors who was supposed to arrest Dumbledore if I remember correctly. In Order of the Phoenix. The two of them have no relation, actually. I took the last name when I was toying with the idea of her being the daughter of Dirk, but I went in a different direction. The last name kind of stuck, oops :) Anyway! Astrid!

Astrid is a Slytherin, in the same year as Fred and George (born 1978). My story for her is:

She was raised by her dad, who is a Healer at St Mungo's, in the permanent ward. Her mother was a Muggle, who died in childbirth. Robb Cresswell, Astrid's father, never told his girlfriend he was a Wizard. Astrid grew up with her dad, who was always working. They lived in the hillside village of Ottery St Catchpole where a few more magical families were housed in the hills. Robb regularly dropped Astrid off at the Weasleys, where Molly was more than happy to look after Astrid when he went to work. And so Astrid grew up with her two best friends: Fred and George Weasley. But that friendship didn't last very long after Astrid got sorted into Slytherin House. From that moment on, Astrid and the twins became rivals. They will do anything to destroy each other, both on and off the Quidditch pitch.

Astrid is a Chaser, the only girl on the Slytherin team. She's constantly dealing with Marcus Flint's sexist antics but is determined to play. She has something to prove, after all. Her patronus is a fox and her wand is 9 1/2 inches, Aspen wood with a dragon heartstring core. It stylishly resembles ivory; excellent for duelling and charm-casting. It's a wand made for revolutionaries but can be temperamentful, reacting to uncontrolled emotions. Astrid has two best friends: Maeve and Dorian, both Slytherins in her year. Dorian plays on the Quidditch team with her, as a Beater. He wants to be an Auror, like his father John Dawlish and is ahead of everyone in their class in all subjects. Maeve is the oldest of seven girls and the only one sorted into Slytherin. Hogwarts is the only place where she doesn't have to be a parent to her sisters. She enjoys reading and is Captain of the chess club. Oh, and she has a pet: a tubby black and white cat named Tibo. Tibo likes treats and scratches behind his ears. He has one of those loud purrs.

Astrid herself has a toad, which is a surprisingly uncool pet for a girl of her status. He's called Samuel the Second. You don't want to know what happened to the first. Sebastian usually hangs out in Astrid's room, but she takes him with her to the greenhouses sometimes when she's doing extra credit work. And Astrid is popular! After finding out she wasn't ever going to fit in with her Gryffindor friends (not really friends anymore), she decided to really embrace the Slytherin identity. She is clever and cunning. She knows how to get what she wants. To everyone who does not know her, she is perfect. Prefect, Quidditch player, star student. Behind the scenes, it's a little more rough... But she tries. She wants to become a Healer, after a successful Quidditch career, of course.

I am still figuring out Astrid's story, but it's fun for me to work on her every now and then. I admit, it's been a while. I dream of writing a fic for her one day, but I am not much of a writer. I start with something and then I can't finish, because I get distracted and instead draw my characters. What can I say, I like to draw! Maybe one day I'll actually finish a first draft :)

(an older version of Astrid - I don't love how I drew this)

I would like to share some more OC work in the future, but it's been a while since I worked on my characters. All the existing HP characters take up a lot of my time at the moment. One day :) I hope you like this. I'm happy to answer more questions if you have them <3

Magical wishes, Fleur

Some more earlier concepts of Astrid..

[vexing-imogen]

a minor cat-tastrophe

Freddie is not freaking out. She is soooo not freaking out. She is one hundred percent cool and calm and collected and not freaking out. Please ignore the furrow in the rug from her pacing. Not. Freaking. Out.

"I can fix this," she says, scoffing. "I can fix this. This is totally fixable, right?" She laughs, a little hysterical. "Why haven't I fixed this yet?"

The tiny black kitten sitting on Freddie's keyboard tilts her head, blinks her large amber eyes, and lets out a concerned sounding mrrrp.

Freddie sighs, running both hands through her hair. "You're not helping, Grace."

The trouble had started, as it usually did, with Grace being bored out of her mind. The tour was over, requests for interviews with "the Voice of the Idols" had died off, and Persephone was currently out of town, only available for a few short hours each night. Which left Grace with little more to do than mope around the apartment and distract Freddie from studying the spell book that Hecate had gifted her.

"If you're not going to leave me alone," she says, "the least you could do is help me practice."

"Help how?" Grace asks, her pout morphing into a look of intrigue. She flips off the couch with a thud, barely avoiding cracking her head on the coffee table. "You mean, like, be your magical guinea pig?"

"Yeah?" Freddie says with a shrug. "If you're okay with that, I mean."

"Um, absolutely I am." Grace shuffles closer to Freddie and her book. "What kind of stuff do you got in there?"

"Oh, uhhh..." She flips through the book, sticking to the pages that Hecate marked as spells within her current power level. "Oooh, this could be fun. Transmogrification."

"Trans-what-ifi-whatnow?" Grace asks, sticking her head under Freddie's arm to read the page, pouting again when she sees it's written in Ancient Greek.

"Uh, basically turning something into something else," Freddie explains. "Like a prince into a frog, or a mouse into a coachman. That sort of thing."

Grace mulls it over for approximately five seconds before she shrugs. "Sounds dope. Let's do it."

"Oh, uh, are you sure?" Freddie asks, tucking hair behind her ear. "I'm still a total novice, you know."

"Yeah, totally." She says it like it's nothing. "I trust you, Fred."

A nervous chuckle escapes her. "Okay, uh." She scans the spell, wishes the page was laid out like her D&D handbook. "This says the spell duration is one to two hours, so. What do you want to be?"

Grace thinks for a second before she smirks. "Surprise me."

That was six hours ago.

And, obviously, Grace is still a kitten. An exceptionally adorable kitten, if Freddie does say so herself. But so not the point. Best friend. Still a cat. Focus, Farishta.

Grace meows, the slight wiggle of her butt the only indication that she's about to leap off of the keyboard. Freddie scoops her up before she can, wincing at the sharp little claws that dig into her arm. "Look, I get that you probably have, like, the zoomies or something right now," she says, booping Grace's nose and earning a disgruntled look for her troubles, "but since your girlfriend is already going to kill me if I can't turn you back, we're at least going to keep you in one piece, 'kay?"

The only answer she gets is a gentle gnawing on her thumb. "Wow," she says, shaking her head fondly. "There really is nothing between those cute little ears, huh?"

Grace tries to meow without releasing Freddie's thumb, which really only serves to prove her point.

She slumps down onto the couch, trying to figure out how she's supposed to search her spell book for a solution while trying to keep hold of a rambunctious kitten. Grace has discovered the dangly bits of Freddie's necklace, so really she can't be blamed for going on autopilot and answering the phone when it rings.

"Yello?"

There's a short pause and then, "Freddie?" Persephone's voice comes through, confused. "Why are you answering Grace's phone?"

"Shit," she mutters. She pulls the phone away from her ear for a second, and yeah, that's Grace's obnoxious neon phone case. "Sorry, uh, long day, super distracted. You know how it is."

"Mhmm." Persephone sighs, sounding more tired than anything else. "May I speak to Grace, please?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." The lie slips out automatically, and Freddie cringes at her own stupidity. "She's just...in the bathroom." Welp, she totally biffed that deception check.

There's another sigh, and, yup, this one sounds annoyed. "Freddie, what is going on? Where's Grace?"

She'd had delusions of finding a solution and fixing this mess before Persephone ever found out how badly she screwed up, but. She caves. "Okay, okay, please don't be mad, but...IturnedGraceintoakittenandnowIcan'tfigureouthowtochangeherback."

There's a very long pause, and then, "Come again?"

Freddie sighs. "I-with her full consent, of course-turned Grace into a kitten with magic," she says miserably. "But the spell was supposed to wear off hours ago, and it hasn't. And I don't know what to do."

She hears a hm and then Persephone starts cackling. It's loud enough that Grace's ears perk up, and she starts making her way across Freddie's chest towards the source of her girlfriend's voice, purring all the way. She meows directly into the receiver, setting off another peal of laughter.

Once Persephone has calmed down, she risks a question. "So, you aren't mad?"

That earns her a chuckle. "This is quite possibly the most absurd situation someone could get themselves into, so of course it's happening to you and Grace."

"I, yeah." Freddie sinks even further into the couch cushions. "Do you have any advice?"

"Well," Persephone says patiently, "have you tried asking Hecate?"

Okay, now she just feels dumb. "I, uh...can I call you back later?"

==========

"I have found the answer that you seek, Farishta," Hecate announces.

Freddie blinks, impressed. "Whoa, that was fast." The tea in her cup is still warm.

Hecate smiles. "It was written that you would spend no more than an hour here today." She beckons Freddie over to where she has the book laid out, page turned to the Transmogrification spell.

"So, what did I do wrong?" Freddie asks. "I messed it up somewhere, right?"

"Actually, no," Hecate says. "Your execution of the spell itself was exemplary. Your issue is nothing more than a simple translation error."

"Wait, really?" She leans in to look, follows Hecate's finger.

"You see this here?" her teacher asks. "You translated this as "one to two hours". In actuality, it translates to "up to one hundred hours"."

Freddie's jaw drops. "One hundred hours?" she asks. "You're telling me that Grace is stuck as a cat for four days?"

"Up to four days," Hecate corrects. "Though, it is written that she shall regain her true form before that time."

Freddie collects Grace from where she's wrestling with Hecate's newest kitten. "Alright, bestie," she says, "looks like you and I are taking a trip to PetSmart."

==========

Grace is still a kitten when Persephone returns from her trip two days later. She sprints across the apartment the moment that Persephone steps through the door, and immediately starts trying to climb her pants leg. She is plucked up and cradled to Persephone's chest, where she settles in, purring contentedly.

"Hi there, sweet girl." Grace butts her head against Persephone's chin, earning a laugh. "Yes, I missed you, too."

It's all sickeningly adorable, Freddie thinks. And then the image is immediately ruined when Persephone starts sneezing.

"Uhh, P?" Freddie asks cautiously, "Are you allergic to cats?"

Persephone purses her lips, attempting to hold back another sneeze. "It would appear so." And yet, she makes no move to put Grace down, only stops her from batting at her earrings.

Freddie goes into the bathroom and starts rummaging through the medicine cabinet. "How bad is it on a scale of Benadryl to EpiPen?" she calls.

"Itchy eyes, scratchy throat," Persephone reports. "I can breathe without issue."

"Benadryl it is," Freddie says, shaking out a couple of pills. "Good thing, too, we're fresh out of EpiPens." She watches Persephone curiously. "So is that something that passes with the Eidolon? Because I'd rather not have to deal with seasonal allergies for eternity."

"I don't believe so," Persephone says, "though I suppose I can't be certain. I've always been more of a dog person." She smiles down at the kitten that is now asleep on her chest. "Though, I think I'm starting to see the appeal."

==========

When Freddie gets up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, a very human Grace is perched on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of leftover mac 'n cheese.

"Hey!" she exclaims softly. "You're you again. When did this happen?"

Grace shrugs. "I dunno," she says, taking another bite. "An hour ago at the most?"

Freddie nods a little longer than necessary. "I am so sorry."

Grace shrugs again. "No harm, no foul," she says. "I'm the one that volunteered, remember?"

"Well yeah," Freddie says, "but neither of us thought that you'd be stuck as a cat for three days."

"I mean..." Grace grins, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "I had a lot of fun." She thinks for a moment. "I can do without the pooping in a box thing, though."

Freddie chuckles. "Maybe next time we turn you into something that your girlfriend isn't allergic to."

Grace throws her arms around Freddie in a quick hug. "I like the sound of next time."

[mercurygray]

Trying NOT to be obvious and ask for something with Diana (beloved) again, so how about a new girl - Freda, with "Cloying sweetness on the back of your tongue" from the Sensory Prompts, please?

And she thought she was supposed to be the welcome wagon.

"Miss Fred, Miss Fred!" Two small boys came running up to meet her jeep, waiting at a respectful and safe distance until she'd turned the engine off and gotten her box out of the back. She was on the lunch run today, and the turkey and cheese sandwiches weren't going to keep if she left them out in the sun too long.

"Well, hey there, Adam. George. What's doing?"

"Have you got any extra doughnuts today, Miss Fred?"

Fred shrugged theatrically, setting the heavy box-tray down at her feet. "'Fraid I don't, fellas. But I do have these cookies - er, biscuits - the mess hall just finished making. I was bringing them for Ken and the crew but I might have a couple extra. How do you feel about chocolate chips?"

You could have knocked the boys over with a feather. "Chocolate CHIPS?? You make biscuits with chips in 'em, Miss Fred?"

"How do you get the chips to taste like chocolate? I think my mum needs that."

Fred cycled through a a moment of brief confusion until she realized the mistake. Chips…crisps…fries…oh.

"What, you fellas ain't ever had chocolate chips before?" Ken asked, coming out from underneath the engine with a grin on his face. "You're missing out. Are those all for me, Miss Fred?"

Freda passed over the container to Ken, who made a big show of opening it and investigating what was inside while the two boys looked on, still absolutely sold on the idea of cookies that somehow managed to have fried potato inside.

"Maybe if you're real nice to Mr Lemmons he'll share," Fred suggested, holding in a smile.

"Naw, I don't think so," Ken said, hamming along for the sake of the joke. "I think me and Wink and the boys are gonna eat 'em all ourselves."

"Yep," Wink said, nodding very seriously. "Takes a lot of cookies to keep one of these things flying, you know."

Ken made a noise and suddenly drew his hand out of the box like he'd been burned. "Oh, darn. Would you look at that. This one's broken. Definitely can't eat that now, Wink, it's spoiled."

Up went the waiting hands, the two boys practically bouncing in place. "We want it! We want it!"

"Are you sure?" Lemmons looked the both of them over with a skeptical look. "Eating broken cookies can be dangerous."

"We love danger!" George said, loud enough for the both of them.

"Well, all right," Ken said, like he thought he might regret this, carefully picking up the broken cookie like he was handling broken glass and gently depositing it into Adam's outstretched hands. "Looks like this one's broke, too, George. 'Fraid you're gonna need to take both."

Both boys bit down hard, chewing carefully to investigate. Adam frowned. "Why, this is just bits of chocolate."

"Well, that's what Miss Fred said, isn't it?" Lemmons replied, clearly enjoying himself. "Chocolate chips?"

"Ohhhhhh." The light finally went on, and the boys giggled, still eating their cookies with glee.

"Chalk one up for American English," Fred said, watching the two boys run off through the tall grass.

"I don't care what anyone says, those are still fries where I'm from," Wink declared, pulling another half a cookie out of the box in Lemmons' hands and chowing down. "Thanks for the grub, Fred!"

"You're really good with 'em," Fred said to Lemmons, sitting down on the tarmac in the shade of the wing and watching as the rest of the crew ambled over for the sandwiches and apples, pulling handkerchiefs out of pockets to wipe off oily hands. "The kids, I mean. Some guys wouldn't take the time." How many 19 year olds would stop and play with their kid brother of ten?

"Helps, you know? Keeping it all in perspective. And I figure, if you make 'em listen here, if you really need to keep 'em out of trouble they'll listen later, too. Might even learn something." Lemmons nodded, mostly to himself. Ken Lemmons, you're a wise man and a scholar. "You eaten yet?"

She smiled and shook her head, taking the cookie he offered and biting down slowly, the chocolate cloying and sweet on the back of her tongue, still just the tiniest bit warm and gooey. Shortage of sweet things in this world at the moment. I'm glad human kindness isn't one.

--

Freda is one of my many OCs - if you liked her here, you can read more about her at her tag on my blog! More of my writing, and more OCs, are found at the mercurygraypresents tag.

[ofsmokenandgold]

Land of Women Episode Six

We begin back on the evening of Day 8 with the timely arrival of Fred, interrupting Amat and Gala's almost-kiss. Amat withdraws reluctantly, leaving Gala to berate Fred for getting them into this mess and buggering off to leave them to deal with it. While he's certainly a slimy jerk of the highest order, can I just say how much I HATE it when women are given free license to hit men in contemporary media. If it's bad for men to hit women then it's also bad for women to hit men, especially if it's not in self-defense. Gala really whales on poor Fred in this scene and it's not cool. He tries to explain himself and it does seem like it's just an unfortunate combination of poor choices and hubris that got him into this. Honestly, if Tony was an investor then, unless Fred outright lied to him about the deal, losing the money is just the price you pay for taking that kind of risk - obviously Tony doesn't see it that way.

So, once Fred figures out that Kevin and Hank are there, Gala gets Amat to get him out of the house and dump him at the local bus stop - funny and more than slightly awkward scene ensues. And Gala has to figure out if she and Kate and Julia are going to take Fred up on his offer of starting over in Argentina. I have to admit, not feeling a lot of sympathy for either Gala or Amat at this point - it's been five days for fuck's sake - they'll both be able to move on just fine.

But he is lovely lying in bed in his layers (t-shirt, henley and shirt) looking at what I presume is his little boy in the picture. Telegraphing that there is going to be something coming up where children are involved. Fortunately, he's also been a lot smarter than Gala and has finally ignored her and called Andreu about their shady visitors. The police show up the following morning to arrest them for stealing that van way back in episode 2. And that conveniently keeps them out of the way for the rest of the episode.

Julia uses the time to visit Mariona and decides to stay, Kate says goodbye to the very attractive but still-nameless mechanic and the Cooperative panics because Edna is on her way three weeks early.

But they get everything sorted, with a band and flags and decorations and Edna arrives to be feted (and can I just say that she is almost as annoying as Gala - I think I just really don't like the New York socialite-type) and Gala persuades her to front 10% on 100,000 bottles which will clear the Coop debt and set them up for next year.

Yay, American business acumen to the rescue /s

When they get to the dock in Barcelona, Gala decides that she can't leave and they come up with a plan to jack Fred's safe in the cruise suite. This leads to Amat doing a little safe-breaking - not a normal life skill for a wine-maker - so we have to assume that this plays into whatever he was doing before he came to La Muga five years before, and why he is estranged from the little boy.

Of course, in their delight at getting the safe, they end up kissing and I really don't care at this point. I've beaten the "this relationship sucks" horse to death at this point, I'm not going to belabor it any more.

So they are all happy, and when they get back to La Muga the party is still going on and it's clear that Amat has a whole other kind of party in mind when he suggests to Gala that the night could get better yet. And he still hasn't spoken with Montse; fortunately she has other plans for him and while Edna drags Gala off to party, Montse finally gets her conversation with Amat.

And, as I had surmised last week, she's pregnant, they were being "careful" but obviously not careful enough. But really there are very few foolproof methods if you're having regular (very regular) sex as they appear to be doing. She really projected an air of trepidation in that conversation, like she didn't know how he was going to react and he certainly looked like someone had dropped a house on him. Zero sympathy from me - if she plans to keep the baby, which it certainly seems like she does - then it's time for him to step up.

We end the season with Amat driving Gala home, Gala mad that he's suddenly gone quiet and not nearly as amorous as he was before and Amat still stunned and distracted enough that he ends up hitting Kevin who has managed to escape from the village lockup.

It's clearly set up for a second season, there are still a lot of unanswered questions (is Kevin alive; what is Hank going to do when Tony finds out that Fred is gone; who is Gala's father, now that the old guys have the DNA results'; what the hell is Amat's backstory). And how is Montse being pregnant going to affect Amat's pursuit of Gala.

However, that is all going to be up to Apple+ and there is no indication that they've greenlit a second season (although there is apparently a writing team working on it). Honestly, if they are going to pursue the Gala/Amat romance, I'd just as soon not have a second season. I can live with what we have now and imagine a future where Amat actually realizes what a good thing he has going with Montse and (even if they don't live together) they continue their relationship and raise their child together. But that's absolutely NOT what we'd get if Apple TV and Eva Longoria have anything to do with it.

So, I'm in the middle of writing five more short installments (one for each episode) to provide Montse's take on all of this - watch this space.

And, this was a lot of fun, so I think I'm going to do the Musketeers next - or Picard.

[futurewriter2000]

The Daring, Forbidden and Evil - pt. 7

A/N: Just so you know, the title will be explained soon. Don't think I lost my spark when it comes to evilness.

XX

Fred hasn't been sleeping well because of you. You had consumed his mind in every way possible. He didn't trust you and he felt it in his guts that something wasn't right. He knew George had a great sense for people. He had never once judged a person wrongly. He trusted George and he knew that his brother wouldn't make such a stupid mistake by dating you. Yet, everything inside of him fought this feeling of trust when it came to you.

He got off his bed, checked the clock that said it was still early 5 in the morning. He grabbed a package of cigarettes that he hid from everybody except George and he started walking down the stairs. He stopped at the sight of two people whispering. He retrieved his steps carefully and listened.

"It is not smart arguing with Sirius or the others!" the first voice whispered loudly, almost in a normal tone. He recognised it immediately. The voice belonged to you.

"Perhaps I should slither into this family, like you." he took a step closer- Snape it was. Fred could recognise his voice from another part of the world if he could. "I knew your parents, Miss Lestrange. I know of your past as well, don't think I didn't do my research." he started to warn you.

You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest and smiling wickedly. "I believe you did your research well. That's all you do- run errands for your beloved Dumbledore. You're nothing but an errand boy and you do not speak of my parents. You know what they are capable of, don't think I'm not either." you hissed back.

"They'll figure you out. As naive as they are, they aren't stupid." he growled before turning his back on you and leaving.

You only stood there, leaning back on glaring at Snape's back. With a second you turned around towards the staircase and looked up. "Don't think I don't know you're there, Fredrick." you said and Fred shut his eyes forcefully before appearing in front of you, an unfamilliar expression on his face; anger.

"I heard everything." he said, standing high up the staircase.

You haven't moved a muscle. "Yeah, so? I have nothing to hide from anybody." you said, glancing down at his hand that held the pack of cigarettes. "Unlike you." you smirked. "Do others know you smoke that shit?"

To be honest, Fred was a bit amused by your fierce and brutally honest character, so he made a few steps down and looked at you. "Do other's know you're best mates with Snape?"

"Snape and I go back." you said, taking the box from his hand and walking towards the petit window in the kitchen. "Got a lighter?"

"Obviously." he said, throwing one at you and you smiled, lighting one on fire.

"Not being full of age sucks, when you can't use magic to light the fire without the Ministry of Magic being on your ass." you smiled, giving him back his proprety.

"Does George know you smoke?" he asked, lighting his on fire.

"I don't smoke." you said, blowing out smoke. "I just light it up once every 6 months." you smiled, sitting up on the counter, trying to be as close to the window as you could. He joined you.

"What brings you to light one on this occasion?"

"Bonding with his best mate." you smiled but he only stared. "Don't think I don't care. I do care about George more than you think. This isn't a hoax or anything. Coming from an evil family doesn't bring you much peace later in life."

"Why didn't your name then? It'd make everything easier- even this."

"And lie? Where does keeping secrets bring you anywhere?" you eyed him, flicking away the ash from the tip of your cigarette. "My parents weren't evil when they had me. Mum was kind and loving- dad was even better. He had a great, calming energy. They faught but they loved each other." you continued, staring through the window. "Something in my mother just clicked and she changed- went mad." you paused. "She wasn't herself when she parted- my grandmother told me my father didn't want to stay with me because he loved her, took an oath or some shit. He even went to Azkaban for her and she just left me." you looked at him, his face hasn't changed a thing.

"Just because you're telling me this, doesn't mean I trust you any more than I did before."

"I'm not telling you this bullshit without a reason." you snapped back and he cracked a smirk. "I'm telling you this to let you know that I kept my last name because I'm proud of being a Lastrange before they went crazy. For me, they died the day they left me. My grandmother raised me just as such." you replied, threw the unfinished cigar through the window into the snow and jumped off the counter.

He only changed his sitting position and continued to pull in the tobacco. "And about Snape?"

"What about Snape?"

"He said something about your past."

"We all have a past, Fred."

"You said you didn't hide anything."

"It's not hidden, I just left it in France, buried there."

"It or him?"

You let out a laugh. "Him?"

"Her then?"

"What makes you think it's a person?"

He threw the cigarette through the window and jumped down. "You might be a great liar but you're not as great trickster as I am. I see through and through you, Lestrange. You come from the family of evil, don't believe I don't see those tricks up your sleeve."

You raised your eyebrows, amused. "Everything for your family, huh Fred?"

"Everything for yours, huh (y/n)?" he towered over you and you only stared up at him, your eyes flashing a bit of truth before hiding it back behind their colour.

That's surprising. You hadn't thought they would see it but one sure can. You'll have to fix that soon.

[the-epic-hiram-lows]

Archie time! I will do this even though the board itself was mysteriously removed from the post (should I re-upload it, or keep it as an esoteric limited edition item?) Haters are fuming. For extra context, you might want to see the boneless version, which shows the original photos without color edits but still cropped.

As always, commentary is L-R, top to bottom.

This idea came so easily and so vividly to me that I almost feel like I can't take credit for it. It took surprisingly little time to find a good font as well. As for the meaning of it, I think it's pretty much what it says on the literal tin. Archie is often bruised, literally and figuratively, throughout the series. More often than not, the situations that bruise him were never his situations in the first place. He has a huge martyr complex- both a cause and effect of his need for psychic bandages.

As I noted earlier in this series, I told myself that using photos of the actual source material was cheating. After breaking that rule with Jughead, I wanted to double down on this (which I successfully did on Veronica's, whose board I started before Archie's,) but had to fold here. Aside from the fact it is nearly impossible to find a photo that looks like these four, how do you Archie Andrews from Riverdale? You cannot do so meaningfully. I chose this specific photo for three reasons. Firstly, of course, that it fit the color palette. Secondly, it looks like a memory. Thirdly, the way Archie is breaking the fourth wall of the photo. He is present in the moment but acknowledging the people off-screen looking back. While this is textually more of a Jughead thing, Archie is Riverdale. This is a subtle representation of the thin veil between Riverdale the universe and Riverdale the product. Its increasingly meta nature. In terms of composition, I didn't crop faces out, which would normally be my instinct. It didn't feel right. Archie wouldn't obscure the faces of his friends. They are everything to him- one of the reasons the picture is in the center row.

I originally found this quote doing research for Veronica's board. I thought it was very interesting from an 'abusive father intentionally makes himself vital to child to feed his narcissism' type of way, but at second glance I read it as mournful. This was almost certainly what the creator intended, but the context in which I found it confused my perspective. This is, of course, a tribute to Fred. A summary of Archie's psyche would be incomplete without one.

When I saw this pin, I thought 'Archie!' The original photo was lackluster, so I spent 2-3 hours photoshopping this pin onto a Riverdale varsity jacket. I eventually reached photorealism, where someone would easily accept there is a pin on that jacket, but at that point it didn't catch the eye. I had to sacrifice some realism for the sake of the mood board. After another hour or so, it is exactly Fine. In the end, nobody mentioned the jacket either way. Maybe that means I did a good enough job that no one consciously noticed it. Maybe it means I did all that for nothing. Who's to say? Either way, this pin is a bit off when you consider my intentions of representing Archie's psyche. This is something Archie hears, but doesn't say. I kind of justified it to myself by saying he would wear this as a way to laugh at those who think he is a fawn who should stay out of danger, but... I don't know. Maybe the fourth wall gets one panel as a treat? The more I think about it, the more I think I wasted that photoshop time on something that betrays my thesis statement.

Not my best work!

Firstly, let's call it like it is- this is, for the most part, a filler image. However, within that, I did have reasoning! Though it isn't ever alluded to through dialogue or camera work, Archie does have quite the thing for Converses. He often wears them throughout the series, and seems to have a good amount of variety in his collection. But, beyond that, Converses have been a staple of the American teen for generations. Archie, as we often state, is a representation of Americana. Though Converses are often seen in modernish counter culture, they also have a sincere athletic-but-not-an-athlete charm.

The first image I had for Archie, saved days (even weeks) before I committed to making a mood board for him. This is, again, less about his brain and more about him as an abstract. I will kick myself about that later. Actually, pretend I never stated this was supposed to be a psychological study. Pretend I said it was mostly focused on his psyche, but not entirely. Thanks. Anyway, this is embodies season one Archie. Pre-pilot Archie, even. Considering the fact Archie turned 16 during his affair with Grundy, the text stings even more.

Nothing I say about this picture will be as well-worded as @hauntingattheblackberrypatch's brilliantly apt observations on it, but nevertheless I persist. I immediately fell in love with the symbolism. In so many ways, and for some many reasons, Archie fights with his heart. When we examine physical fights Archie gets in, they are often matters of the heart. He is never violent without deeply emotional violation. He often uses his physicality on someone else's behalf- his way of showing he cares. Instead of a sleeve, Archie wears his heart on his boxing glove. There are probably dozens of layers to this sentiment that range from the fully literal interpretation I gave to an entirely psychological one, several steps removed from Archie's conscious thoughts. I think the visual provides enough for the viewer to pick and choose their metaphors, and they would probably be correct in their interpretation. If you saw the boneless board, you might have noticed I swapped the background of this photo. The plain background made me focus too much on the first and not enough on the heart, so to speak. It felt too cold. I wanted warmth, texture, and sentiment. I went with a photo of yellow flowers. Though they don't really read as flowers, the effect is there.

A view from inside the diner. Another fond memory. Or, if you choose, a stock photo chosen for its generic Americana charm. (It's both.)

Broad notes now! Like I said in the original post, I did this board instead of sleeping. I finished it about five minutes before my alarm went off and I had to get out of bed.

I wasn't 100% positive about the color scheme I'd end up with going in, but I knew I wanted Americana and primary colors, and I knew Archie's board would be less muted. I wanted it to feel like nostalgia in its least cynical form.

[iminyourbookshelf]

Songs I think fit Frubbo because yes

Of course this is my own opinion, you don't have to agree. If you want to add anything just feel free to do so! And as always this is the character, not the content creator.

I'll add the song, artist, the meaning of the song when you search it up, and the lyrics that made me think of them.

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms

The waning days of a mutually self-destructive relationship

"But you're a killer

And I'm your best friend

Thinks it's unfair, your situation"

I feel like this might soon reflect on what's to come. Fred keeps repeating to Tubbo about how he's not someone he should be trusted because there are things he's done that aren't good.

"Well I try to write you poems, but the words, they don't make sense

My hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense"

Sometimes when Tubbo is writing letters to Fred, the message he's trying to convey can come off wrong. Such as the first instance of him inviting Fred on a picnic and Fred interpreting it as him asking him on a date instead of just a hangout. Not to mention the two aren't that good at voicing their emotions to eachother.

"And I try to show emotions, but my eyes won't seem to wet"

This reflects Fred's struggle with dealing with emotions. Though he's trying to learn human emotions, technically he's still not allowed to because of the Federation.

Favorite Poison by Fuller

Bad choices in dating

"You get high on breaking rules

Cutting lies and blurring truth

I got lost after finding you

Can't cut, cut, cut you loose"

Tubbo often liked to mess with Cucurucho by explicitly breaking rules because of his dislike of the Federation. Fred as he grew closer to Tubbo also started to loose trust for the Federation, and as stated in one of his letters "For the first time after living on the island I can't make firm decisions." Hence the "I got lost after finding you" lyric. He's grown to close to Tubbo to want to stop being his friend as well

"Your a bad habit and I'm a bad boyfriend"

Fred has been reprimanded for keeping a connection with Tubbo, though despite that he still keeps exchanging letters with him. Possibly being a bad habit. Yes Fred and Tubbo aren't dating but the "I'm a bad boyfriend" reminds me of when Fred called himself a bad penpal

"I don't know if I'll ever change

You never asked so I didn't say

Maybe it's love because I feel okay"

This could be Fred wondering if he'll ever learn human emotions fully, and questioning whether or not what he feels for Tubbo is love.

No Time To Explain by good kid

The change that comes with getting close to someone and how it can be scary, yet uplifting at the same time.

"I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid

I can't keep it together ever anyway

When every page is in disarray

I think we'll be okay"

Fred feeling human emotions for the first time is quite a big change for him. Despite that, Tubbo is there and willing to support him through it. This reminds me epecially since the lyric is "We'll be okay", not just "I'll be okay".

Oh No! by Kevin Walkman

Letting your walls down and allowing yourself to fall for someone.

"I know we could be more than friendly-

What does that even mean?"

At first Tubbo intended to just be friends with Fred, obviously that didn't work. I view this part as like one of his awkward attempts at telling Fred he likes him while also trying not to make him uncomfortable

"And oh my God!

We could admit that this is odd!

Love at first sight is bullshit now

But look at your face"

Tubbo and Fred's situation-ship/friendship/whatever Fred is calling it I think is probably best described as odd. Though they weren't 'love at first sight' I do feel like Tubbo figured it out earlier on.

"Oh no no shit really hit the fan"

In context it doesn't really work, but the mess of 'Is Fred a 50 year old man'? Or Fred telling Bagi that he never wanted something romantic reminded me of how I felt trying to catch up on everything lol.

"I can't tell my girlfriend I'm gay

Cause she spent eight months thinking I'm straight, oh no!"

Once again in context it doesn't fit but it reminded me of that one dono Tubbo got that said Fred mightve been straight, so basically kind of the opposite of this lyric

[braveclementine]

Chapter 17

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 a cat in the morning. A hand kept running over my head in soothing motions and I twitched an ear. "Morning." Severus whispered in my ear. I rolled over onto my back and stretched, my paws reaching up towards the ceiling and then I flopped onto my side, all four paws on the right side of my body and mewed, closing my eyes again.

He chuckled. "Tired?"

"Meow."

"Figures." He said, sounding amused. "You were up late last night."

I meowed again, standing up on his chest, and stretching. Then I walked across his chest and licked his cheek with my tiny tongue. Then I hopped off the bed and became human again.

"Oh good." He said, standing up too. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me roughly. I closed my eyes, welcoming everything.

He moved his lips to the side of my neck. "Careful." I whispered. "You already left one mark on me and Umbridge is still poking around." But I was shivering with excitement.

"You don't seem to want me to be careful." He whispered gently, his lips touching my neck. I could just barely fell the tip of his tongue.

"It's your head. . ." I muttered weakly.

He bit me gently and I let out a little moan of ecstasy, trembling with anticipation. I moved my hand so that I could lift his face to mine and I was so rough in my kiss that I accidentally bit his bottom lip- it really wasn't intentional. He wrapped his arms around me so tight I thought he was going to break something and I could feel my back pressed up against the wall.

I could feel his long hair against my face, I could feel one hand on the small of my back, the other wrapped underneath my ass. I could feel his lips and his tongue on mine. I felt everything. Goosebumps rose up on my arms and I tightened them around the back of his head.

"Fuck. . ." I muttered softly.

"How bad you are." he whispered, his lips a quarter of an inch above mine. I had another heart palpitation at those words. "You really should be good. . ." and he pressed his lips to mine again.

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"𝕳𝖎 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞." 𝕴 said brightly, joining him and Ron in the Great Hall for lunch. He looked very downcast and kept shooting looks up at the teachers table. "What's wrong?"

"Umbridge went to the Minister again." Harry spat out. "Fred, George, and I still got the life time ban and she took our brooms."

"What!" I asked, my smile dropping off my face and I sat down. "She can't. . . I guess she can. . ."

"But the Minister said you did nothing wrong apparently." Hermione said soothingly to me. "So you're still Captain. She can't do anything about it."

"And Draco?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Still on the Slytherin team." Ron said bitterly. "His father probably bribed the Minister or something."

Hagrid reappeared at the teacher's table at that moment. Fred, George, and Lee ran up the aisle, roaring with delight to shake Hagrid's hands. I saw other students, however, exchange gloomy glances, especially at the Ravenclaw table.

"Tuesdays going to be a nightmare for you guys." I muttered. "At least I get him tomorrow morning."

Monday morning I trooped down to Hagrid's cabin along with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Hagrid was waiting for us, a dead cow slung over his shoulders. Many of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws exchanged nervous glances with each other.

"We're workin' in here today! Bit more sheltered! Anyway, they prefer the dark. Right, well, I've bin savin' a trip inter the forest fer yer fifth year. Though we'd go an' see these creatures in their natural habitat. Now, what we're studyin' today is pretty rare, I reckon I'm probably the on'y person in Britain whos' managed ter train 'em. Now then, if yer all ready, let's go an' see 'em."

Hagrid turned and strode into the forest and I followed behind him quickly. The others came after me.

We walked for about ten minutes and we came to a place where the trees stood so closely together that it was almost as dark as though it was twilight. Hagrid dropped the cow on the ground and turned to face the class. His face was a mess but it was well hidden here.

"Gather roun', gather roun'. Now, they'll be attracted by the smell o' the meat but I'm goin' ter give 'em a call anyway, 'cause they'll like ter know it's me." He turned and cupped his hands around his mouth and made some sort of shrieking call. He did it twice more.

I saw them first. Their eyes were blank, white, and shiny. It was hard to see anymore of their body considering they were black in color. The class didn't see them though and from the looks of it, I was the only one who could see them.

"Oh, an' here comes another one!" Hagrid called out and with a shock, I realized that Hagrid could see them. It had never occurred to me before that he could. And I wondered briefly who he had seen die. His father perhaps? But I was sure he'd been at Hogwarts when that happened.

"An' another!" Hagrid said excitedly as a third showed up. "Now put yer hands up, who can see 'em?"

I was the only one in class who raised my hand. I saw some of the Ravenclaws murmuring.

"Yeah. . . I knew you'd be able ter, Elizabeth. Tha' it?" Hagrid asked, looking around. "So these creatures are called Thestrals. Hogwarts has got a whole herd of 'em here. Now, who knows why one of yeh can see it, and other's can't?"

I raised my hand again.

"Go on Elizabeth."

"Only people who have seen someone pass away can see Thestrals." I said, putting my hand down. "That's why people associate them with bad omens. But they aren't really a bad omen, it's only because of the death situation."

"Tha's exactly right." Hagrid said happily. "Ten points ter Hufflepuff. Now, Thestrals usually come as large herds. This particular herd started with five females and one male. This one, name o' Tenebrus, he's my special favorite, firs' one born here in the forest after the male mated with one of the females." He was putting his hand on one of the horses but to everyone else, it looked like it was floating in midair.

Hagrid continued to give us a rundown of the facts about Thestrals and when class was over, I eavesdropped on some of the Ravenclaws.

"That wasn't a horrible lesson." Terry was saying to Anthony, "In fact, as standards go, it was a very interesting lessons. I wonder who Kane watched die."

"It sounds horrible when you put it that way." Anthony said, frowning. "But her parents passed away when she was a baby, maybe it was them."

"Maybe it was Cedric." Terry said and looked over and saw me looking and blushed. I rolled my eyes as they sped up towards the castle.

The next day in Herbology, I saw that Hermione's face was absolutely livid and I assumed the worst.

"You were right." Hermione snapped before I could open my mouth to say anything. "She was absolutely horrible to him."

I kept my mouth shut because Hermione seemed very pissed at me though I wasn't sure why. Then she confronted me after class and I was quite aware about why now.

"You should've told him!" She said angrily as we headed back into the castle. "You should've told him what was going to happen."

"Bloody hell, I'm sorry." I muttered. "But I already tried warning him and you did too and he didn't listen."

There was so much to be done as we entered December too. Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw and though I had foreseen us losing, I caught the snitch in under 17 minutes. I checked the scores and saw that we had won. I wondered why that was but I wasn't going to complain.

There were things to be done as a prefect as well. We had to supervise Christmas decorating, watch first and second-years during their breaks inside classrooms, and also patrol the corridors more often.

I was going to be going home for Christmas. Well, not home home. I was going to Grimmauld place. I hadn't told Sirius but I assumed he'd be happy when I showed up on his doorstep regardless.

I was spending a lot of time in Severus' office when I wasn't doing anything else. I hadn't been back in the forest and I was getting angsty and liked to get rid of my pent up energy by wrestling with him.

"It's freezing in here." I said, my robes draped over the chair. I was sitting in the chair, my feet propped up on his desk while he graded homework and I graded tests. It was cold in the dungeons- I could see my breath misting in the air. "How do you stand it down here?"

"Practice." He said simply. "You get used to it after a while."

I shivered, marking an answer off on the test because it was wrong. My hands started grow numb with cold and I kept putting the quill down to rub my hands together to warm them up again.

Once I was done with the tests, I put them back on his desk and sat down on his bed, wrapping myself in his warm blankets and closed my eyes. I could hear the brief scratches of his quill on the parchment. I dozed briefly until I heard the quill scratches stop and the sound of shoes falling onto the floor.

The bed creaked and he pulled me down so that I was laying next to him. I pressed my feet up against his leg. Somehow, he was still very warm.

"You are cold." He said, sounding immensely surprised and I giggled.

"I did tell you." I said, amused.

"I think your lips are blue." He said seriously.

I pressed my face into his neck. He shivered now. I hesitated for a second and then, blushing, gently bit him. He jumped, not expecting it.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, pulling away quickly, a worried expression on my face.

He looked at me like it was the first time he was seeing me. "Bloody hell Elizabeth." He said weakly. My hand was on his chest and I could feel his heart was pounding twice as fast as it normally did.

I grinned and lowered my lips back to the same spot, teasing him. He let out a shuddering breath, his hands on my waist. He wasn't pushing me away or pulling me to him, it was more like he was trying to steady himself.

I'd never done this before, but as his heart started to beat faster, I knew I must be doing something right as I ran my tongue down his neck slowly. Then my hands were on the front of his shirt, undoing the upper buttons. He had completely frozen as I finished unbuttoning the last button.

I'd often wondered what he looked like underneath. Sometimes I imagined abs. Sometimes I imagine a smooth stomach. I knew he wasn't fat. I was, however, incredibly impressed with what I saw. He had a full six pack of abs. They weren't the ridiculous kind either that body builders had. He was just. . . solid.

He started to laugh, a low laugh. "You look surprised."

I didn't answer, just trailed my fingers over his abs. I had a mental image of me running my tongue over his abs and blushed beet red. He put his hand on my face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I blushed even redder and shook my head, looking away. "Nothing." I said softly.

He cupped my chin in one hand so that I was looking at him. "Really?" He asked softly, amused.

I blushed darker. "Er-"

He pulled my face down lower so that our noses were touching. "Really?" He breathed, his breath tickling me.

"Um-"

He pulled me down so that our lips touched and I was filled with a sudden energy and gripped his waist with my legs, tightening them on either side of him. There was a sudden urgency within me that made me feel that if I didn't kiss him, I was going to die.

He received me eagerly and he rolled over so that he was on top of me, pressing himself down on me. My hands were in his hair, I didn't know where his hands were because all I could think about were his lips on mine.

"Stay for Christmas." He murmured suddenly against my cheek.

"I can't." I said. "I already said I was going home- well, not home- but you know. I don't want Sirius to be alone for Christmas."

He made a sound that might've been out of disgust in the back of his throat and I tried to resurface to glare at him. "Be nice." I stressed.

"I am nice." he murmured, his lips on the right side of my neck.

I giggled. "Besides, why would I stay? I'm at least able to escape Umbridge for a couple weeks."

He groaned. "Fair point, but you could spend Christmas with me."

I smiled at him. "I would but you're not going to be alone here. Sirius is."

He frowned down at me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"What a child." He muttered, kissing me. I pouted. "Still being a child." he said, amused. I stuck my tongue out again, touching his lips, and he pressed his lips to mine again with renewed vigor.

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[the-firebird69]

They do this every time and it's the gimps and they can't figure it out and they can't get up the damn ramp no matter what you pay them then it's really not something we should do they do screw it up every time they try this dumb maneuver and they sell special ramps and they refuse to use them and easy ways to do it on an embankment and it's just as hard usually the ramp breaks

-but Fred writing got told not to play I took them more like this long this long to figure it out there slow so the pseudo empire was called and she tried to tell him why and they wanted to know who after they heard what he said or several said so they went after them they took them in question them find out who's popular with themselves the pseudo empire we're trying to tell her to shut up and she didn't get it then they went after more people pulled them in and while they're doing it Freya ridings was saying good job I appreciate the interest and help and I'd like my husband back and I think he might be here help on Titan and they said they know about those places and they trying to get to them and it's difficult and they're actually hidden they're not on the surface and she got a little angry and said it sounds like the max and I said we think it is so they're going to go out there that's within Tommy f territory and I think it's him doing it but the max are helping and they're going to go to Titan and it will get rid of the rest of the morlock fleet. It is kind of funny cuz she's just trying to get her husband out and then someone else that they don't be more like don't like but it's going to get rid of them and it'll probably get rid of Tommy f and the ships will be off and they'll be a war between them and the pseudo empire will have to get serious about it and try for stone ships and things and it's going on I'm surprised about it now so we are watching your TV and see our animals wandering around untamed and loose and afraid and they don't know what to do there's too many people they say if I stop hunting and looking for food I'll die if I don't I can get in trouble so yeah captured in there helping him they said you can see them with those things and you need to come in and they're all having problems and if they were fighting over them and it said you're like valuable and he says oh good and the laughing cuz you're asking him he's got a massive army and he can't get anything and they say what kind of armies then I just like you and they keep messing around with things and it's not even that and he says are you sure you're not stupid and he's you say like me you sound dumb and it gets upset and he says they're stupid and in a bad way and yes I think it was the lightning and stuff because he played me and he says it and they're saying no I don't think so so he says it's up there so they found some friends and their bears and brought them to him and he said that's pretty smart it sure is and they said you helped and he said they got stupid from lightning and then they both thought about it and said there's still up there so that's how it goes I guess so he points it out and they're making sure he's okay and other people want to grab him and make him into a monster and they noticed it too so there's a war over them out west and bja is fighting over these creatures and such and they are a Hallmark and we don't want to say it but they're very important at times.

We haven't used amount of things to announce we do have a huge amount of things to announce. One of them is our son successfully mailed the request for his 401k money and to most of the employers yes he had all of them actually there's some that they are short lived and he didn't have any money in there oh no he didn't have any investments yet and we are going to come through what other people owe him and start to them after them.

He told Marie Doyle in space that he wants his money and if he's idiots are holding it up and she said why I said it's for the Mac plan later they'll be dead in the macland will run and it's very simple so they get all the money and lots of it in the power and they do nothing with it and now they're going down and she says that's grave and she said it's great but really this is not good and they recognizing the problem and they said they're going to run this plan and they are influencing is to do it and they said it pointed it out and they said they'll never win then they said you're just attacking these guys and you're stupid and it said what do we do these guys want to run it for them and we want to and so she said you're running as a team and we do it as a team but we're not going to do it at all either or the pseudo empire is not going to do it either and that's actually what it is and it went on like that for quite a while and finally they started to say maybe right and some of my listening the biggest problem is her husband's brother and he is a nuisance and he doesn't get it so how's it supposed to work if he's the one who doesn't get it and everybody else does so we looked into it and she's pretty stupid about it but this guy is very dumb and thinks he has the AI and doesn't realize that they activated the computer remotely and she did it after him and it actually bounced it out and she's been finding out it's true and so people are helping her and she says I didn't know what it would do but his is out of control and that's what it was and they thought they were taking control of the computer. And yeah they look freaking real stupid and they look horrible and a junk really and they started to figure out that they were wrong and they finally started talking about today and it's because of the investments and they're going to be blamed for him not getting them and it's like this he had like two accounts one is saved and when he kept and took with him and he's using the money and so far and then it'll have to use the money that he saved up so they're talking about like armies and weaponry and stuff and that's the analogy and the max are going to have him crack that open and that's what it means and these guys are going to fight until they're gone I guess each other it is a revelation had their fight against each other and she says I'm coming out of it a little and it's kind of like he explained it I just said there's like two monies and I've been talking about a bunch of it and then they say that the other half will come out no all the stuff I've been building up will come out and by comparison it's like a ratio it's like westborough to Boston and she said holy s*** that's weird I was thinking of the other day and he says you're kind of really a strawberry blonde aren't you and she says yes I said it is obvious. It's like gold in your hair or something and it snaps out the electrical current so she said laughing and said something like that to her husband's brother and he said I don't understand what you're talking about she said this is so simple that it's stupid there's two accounts and even a key Bank he has two accounts and doesn't know about the second one it's the same bank and it's about keys and he's been talking about he's he's in the second phase they're going to pull the keys out that he's been pointing out and she says we going to get into this and you want to let it go cuz you're a f****** moron if he says hell is he going to do it we're here now see you bring the money here when you transfer is it and he started to say this wow that is messed up so they're trying to find the rest of it and they found a few pieces from interviews and in computers that verify it so we're going to print

Thor Freya

Olympus

You know it's horrible he keeps saying it's too hard to get us into it and do hard for us to see it and we're willing to just take a break completely and do the job and that's what it looks like in the movies as we're doing the job and the second part of the money is a huge part and they say his army is revealed and stuff and we are screwing around doing nothing JLo is almost talking to the guy and her son says actually that's a Mac as you went oh yeah and it was horrifying but he started blabbing and talking anymore or less still is and he's a wacko and can't help it A lot of these guys are nuts and they're knocked down you know nitrogen and people are getting it out of there

Thor Freya

Olympus

[roxxiies]

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍, 𝐀𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

SUGGESTIVE, FEM!READER, MARKING IN AAMON, KILLING IN FRED'S PART. DRINKING ALCOHOL

synopsis: they're jealous and it's all your fault.

FREDRINN

It was the time when you and your husband had to restock your fridge, and you went along with your husband just to solely get yourself those oatmeals. In your hand, you have two boxes. You can't figure out the specific one your husband always buys you with. You sighed, there's no use of comparing if he's not here. Seconds later, you gave up and put the boxes back to its shelf, but suddenly another person took one box you had held before.

The stranger in front of you smiled, “This oats is actually healthier compared to the other. And believe me, these oats are to die for! Try it out!” The stranger, adorned with short red hair, spoke. He must have realized he was talking too much as he slowly retrieved the box. “Sorry... I mean, I'm not like, it's just...”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Fredrinn went in between you two and took the box from the stranger's hand and observed it, “Aren't you allergic to this type of oats, love? I remember the day when you were so dramatic about dying.”

You gasp, your face flushed at remembering that embarrassing moment that he had to bring up. You playfully slapped him on his arm as he chuckled at your behaviour. He then raised a familiar oatmeal box (which may be the reason he was gone for so long).

“This one,” he carefully placed the box of oatmeal gluten-free on your cart. “is specifically for my wife.” unintentionally putting emphasis on the wife.

He undeniably took the sign that you were taken as he stood there sweating and awkward behind Fredrinn’s muscular form.

Fredrinn, who gave you a kiss before you walked out to get your items checked out, finally turned to the unfortunate man behind him. His seemingly happy aura still remained, although now a bit... scary.

“The next time you plan on hitting on someone's wife, at least be kind not to kill them with your lies, hm?”

To your husband's delight, you were happy once you arrived in his car. Though to your surprise, he was already there and... appeared with faint scratches on his arm. You questioned him but he brushed it off, “Don’t worry too much, love. I just took care of a nosy cat—you see, he won't go down without a fight! Haha.”

AAMON

Thanks to your roamer, the battle had ended earlier than expected. You praised him with his great reflexes and great response to allies who needed aid. Your roamer was obviously relishing in your praises, much to your boyfriend's liking.

They decided that the team should celebrate victor by the nearby tavern. Everyone recklessly chugged down glasses of beer as the place lit up with laughter. While chugging another one, in the corner of your eye, you saw a dark figure that quickly vanished. You brushed it off, thinking the liquor has gotten to your system.

A few minutes later, you excused yourself as you needed to use the bathroom. Though before you could enter, a pair of strong arms pulled you. But it didn't make you panic—oh no, maybe you were used to this pair of arms pulling you.

“Y’think I wouldn't notice, huh?” He whispers in a low tone. His back was on the wall while yours was on his neck as he tightens his hold on your waist. “You were giving that bastard a lot of attention, it's as if he amused you or something.” You furrowed your eyebrows at his false accusation and tried to speak, but with his right hand, he grabbed your face and kissed you, wait what were you thinking before?

Aamon carefully lifted you to sit on the bathroom’s countertop and presumed to kiss you even deeper. From the force, your back hits the cold surface of the mirror making you gasp and he grabs the chance to make your tongues collide. You whined, you cursed the liquor you drank earlier taking its toll. It's making your body unbearably hot, begging him to at least do something!

“Say what you want, princess,” He took a look at you and stared at your glistening eyes as his hands remained cradling your hips. You were about to speak but someone knocked—

“(Y/N)? Are you there? Everyone’s waiting for you back there.”

“Ah! Y-yes of course. Tell them to not worry, I just need a few...” you turned to look at your boyfriend but only met by his annoyed gaze waiting for you to answer, “...just need a few more minutes.”

By the time you got back to the table, your body was still weak from the previous session as the team asked what took you so long. You groaned and fixed your collar, “Sorry, it's nothing...” if they didn't notice the marks.

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