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crystaljins · 2 years

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Stars Above | 05

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: Does anyone else have a thing about personalized mugs? Like my go-to mug a few years ago was a Harry Potter mug, then I had a little pink mug with cat ears.... I just like the casual intimacy of people having these habitual objects they reach for, especially where it wasn’t bought specifically by them and there’s just something that draws them to it....

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Taehyung is watching the two occupants of your living room a little too intensely for you to be comfortable.

“Everything ok?” You inquire hesitantly, giving the pot of hot chocolate another stir. You have two pots going; one with almond milk for tae and the other with normal milk for you and the others.

He nods, still watching Nayeon and Jungkook with a scrutiny that borders on inappropriate; not that their unwarranted canoodling in the common space of the apartment is exactly appropriate. Still, Taehyung’s fixation is unusual.

“I just cannot seem to discern the pattern of social contact between your species.” He finally says, breaking his gaze away and turning to look at you. “In some situations it’s unwelcome to intiate, and yet in others it’s offensive if you refuse. Sometimes it’s between intimate relationships only and other times it’s between strangers. It’s quite difficult to determine the social codes that exist between you all.”

You hum thoughtfully, leaning against the counter. You don’t blame him for being confused, especially with a pair like Nayeon and Jungkook, who have been doing the almost-flirting-will-they-won’t-they dance for years now. They have insisted that they’re merely close friends, but then he comes over for a movie night and she spends the entire movie in his lap, like they are currently doing. Usually, you sit out their movie nights because being a third wheel is a bit awkward, but tonight Taehyung had wanted to join in and you didn’t want them giving him any strange ideas about human interactions.

“There’s no particular rules to it.” You admit sheepishly. “Every human is different and has different boundaries; to some, a hug doesn’t mean much but to others a hug is very special. Some people are all about physical affection and some hate it. If you want to know what’s ok, then you’d have to ask the individual; can I hug you, can I hold your hand, can I punch your arm, that sort of thing.”

Taehyung nods raptly, giving you that inquisitive stare that always makes you feel like he’s moments away from pulling out a notepad and pen and taking notes on what humans are like.

“It’s more similar to my planet than I anticipated.” He admits. “And yet it’s completely different at the same time.”

You begin to serve the hot chocolate into mugs; Nayeon has a hot pink mug that declares that she’s “the hottest bitch in town” in bold, black print, while Jungkook always chooses a soft, pastel yellow mug with little bananas scattered across the ceramic surface.

“What’s it like on your planet?” You question, crouching down to the cupboard to search for an appropriate mug for Taehyung; it’s a bit silly but you like the idea of everyone having their own, personalised mug, but as of yet you haven’t been able to select a suitable one for Taehyung.

“Well,” Taehyung begins, and you start when you sense his presence beside you. He reaches past you, his shirt sleeve brushing against your arm as he secures a pretty, mint green mug from the very back of the cupboard. “We have an extra sense that you humans don’t.” He explains, getting to his feet and setting the mug on the counter. There’s a little cartoon corgi puppy on it, rolled over and proudly showing its tummy. You straighten as well, accepting Taehyung’s mug so that you can fill it with his hot chocolate. “In our skin, we have special receptors that permit us to detect the emotional state of another. So when we have contact with another being’s skin, we can sense what signals are being released with regards to their mood.” He explains. He wiggles his fingers demonstratively.

“Really?” You ask. “Can you read my mood, then?”

“A little.” He admits. “I haven’t explored it too thoroughly in your kind; I was warned that such a thing would be very unwelcome and could potentially even trigger distrust and unease from those around me. But from the brief opportunities I have attained to explore this phenomenon, it seems that you give off similar signals, though you seem to lack the receptors to detect them. It’s rather fascinating, actually.”

You hold up your hand, scrutinising the skin of your palm as if you’d be able to see the signals Taehyung is talking about.

“So, you can tell if I’m happy or sad, by touching me?” You question with a wrinkled nose. He laughs and shakes his head.

“Basically.” He says. “I mean, it’s not like I am unable to do so without touching you; you humans are very expressive and it is easy to detect strong emotions remotely. On my planet, this ability is utilised as more of an empathy device.” He admits. “As in, it isn’t merely that I can sense your emotions, but rather, I can share them. Not as intensely as you yourself are experiencing. But enough to empathise strongly, at least.”

You pause to consider the concept. You yourself aren’t a touchy person; you don’t avoid it, but you don’t really seek it out, either. Whereas someone like Nayeon would probably die if she didn’t get at least one hug and hour. You hadn’t noticed Taehyung avoiding contact or anything, and you hadn’t noticed him as any less or more touchy than the average human; certainly he’s always been very touchy with you, grabbing your shoulder, leaning against you when you sit together. But in hindsight, he always seems to be bundled up- long sleeves, long pants. There’s certainly never been much opportunity for skin-to-skin contact.

“So touch is an empathy thing, for you guys?” You clarify. He nods, sipping from his hot chocolate as you gather the mugs on a tray. Your mug is a simple white one, with a little sunflower on it.

“Essentially. It serves a very special purpose.” He admits. “It’s rather comforting to know that someone can share in your pain. Or your happiness. So it’s really maintained between people who are very close.” He admits. And then he deflates a little as he follows you towards the living room.

“It’s a little lonely, not having that sense here.” He admits. It makes you pause, right before stepping into the living room.

You’re going to regret this; you know you are. Taehyung is like Nayeon; give them an inch and they’ll take a mile. But you’ve found yourself frustratingly susceptible to him for reasons you can’t quite discern, and the melancholic lilt to his tone makes your heart ache.

And so it is against your better instincts that you utter your next words.

“Well, I can’t offer to share your feelings. But if you wanna know what I’m feeling, then I guess it’s ok to touch me.” You say. “Sometimes.” You add hastily.

You step out into the living room before he can give you a reaction. If you did, you would have seen the thrilled smile that threatens to split his face.

It doesn’t take him long, from where he’s seated beside you on the couch, to inch his hand towards yours until his fingers brush yours.

And you tell yourself the flutter of your heart is from the romcom on the screen; not the tickle of his fingertips against yours.

You can only hope he thinks the same way.

#taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #v x reader #tae x reader #anis farewell

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mushroomravenclaw · 3 years

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Steve 😂

#poor harry third wheeling #harry potter third wheeling in his own movies #Third wheel #Ultimate third wheel #Ron Hermione and harry Steve potter

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kpopcrockpot · 3 years

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OnlyOneOf as Boyfriends

Summary: My headcanons on what I think the OOO boys would be like as boyfriends. These are just for funsies and just my own entertainment. Let me know what you think! 💕

A/N: Proofed by @bfsubin whom I love dearly 💕

Categories: fluff, shameless flirting

Coffee shop dates where you sit for hours and talk about anything and everything

Always makes time to check in with you, even when he’s busy

Holds your hand while he’s driving

Would absolutely make a song for you, and play it for you in his studio

He looks so relieved when you tell him you love it, and kisses you under the multicolored lights

You own several items of clothing from him, whether he gifted them to you or you “borrowed” them and he “forgot” to ask for them back

He invites you with him to all the random places he goes for inspiration--museums, cafes, shops, parks, etc.

Conversations with Kyubin are never boring-- he’s got loads of random knowledge and loves sharing all of it with you if you’ll listen

He loves to see you laugh, so any joke he can crack to make you smile is a win in his book

Professional Big Spoon, can’t fall asleep without you tucked into his arms

If you’re upset about something, he’ll hold you to his chest, facing him, and kiss the top of your head

Love

Food is very important to him okay

He’s either cooking for you or bringing takeout when he knows you’ve had a long day

Has definitely puppy-eyed his way into feeding you once or twice

His lockscreen is a picture of you with his dogs, and he is known to refer to you as their mom

He tells you he loves you all the time, like he thinks you’re gonna forget if he doesn’t

Likes to have you nearby when he’s composing a song

He’ll never run out of inspiration that way

--all he has to do is look up at you and the music just comes to him

Makes his own vlogs just for him to look back on later, and includes you in them

He’s really good about letting you pick where you visit or eat

He often buys you plants while he’s out, even if it’s just a potted orchid or a little succulent

His entire family and friend group know about you before long, and Love nervously asks you if you want to meet them

It makes him so happy when you do, and everyone loves you just as much as he does

Rie

Loves to dance with you and show you his choreography before he brings it to the group

Very affectionate, and has no hesitation about kissing you whenever/wherever

Loves to tease you and joke with you-- cute banter is his preferred mode of communication

Sticking tongues out at each other from across the room

Plays with your fingers absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

When he sleeps, he curls up against you and hugs you close

If you move, he doesn’t wake up-- he just pulls you closer and hums in his sleep

Touches your butt a lot

Likes to give you his hats to wear if it’s cold out, especially the cute ones with ears on them

Deep conversations when you stay up late at night

He loves to put his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

Always makes it a point to make you feel included in group activities

Chooses you for his team every single time

Yoojung

Making tea for the two of you and then sitting down to do crafts together

Plays with your hair if you’ve had a bad day, or if you can’t sleep, or if he just wants to

Self-Care King is 100% gonna make sure you’re taking care of yourself too

Face masks and scented candles are frequent gifts from him

His favorite way to spend a Friday night is having a Harry Potter marathon with you, complete with popcorn and a blanket fort

Likely to surprise you with flowers--a bright, mixed bundle of them bound in paper and twine

If not flowers, then coffee

The man knows that the key to keeping you happy is keeping you caffeinated

His camera reel is full of selfies of the two of you trying out various and increasingly ridiculous snapchat filters

Pulling pranks on the others together

Generally just being weird and dramatic together

He’s shown you his signed Taemin CD like five times but he’s cute when he’s excited

Any time he falls or trips over something, he comes pouting to you for a kiss to make it better

Junji

Shy boy at first, but once he gets comfortable around you, he opens up a bit

With Junji, comfort also means he can be weird around you

From strange little inside jokes to doing weird dances together

Jokingly gifts you with a comb as a symbol of his love

But he still looks very proud of himself when he makes you laugh

His phone is full of videos of you playing with his cat

He makes a point to ask you often, how you’re feeling and if there’s anything he can do to make you happier

He watches horror movies with you even though he’s terrified of them

Which means he usually lets you lean against him on the couch so he can hide his face in your shoulder during scary scenes

Sometimes when he does crafts for a vlog, he gives you whatever he made instead of keeping it for himself

Especially if it’s a theme or color you would like

His eyes light up when he sees you, no matter how long it’s been since he saw you last

Favorite couple activity? Taking naps lol

Invites you to his horseback riding events, and always finds you in the crowd

Mill

Not the most physically affectionate, but he insists on taking a million pictures with you

You figure out pretty quickly that that’s his way of showing he loves you

If that didn’t make his feelings obvious, they certainly are when he lets you win at MarioKart

He doesn’t just do that for anyone you know

You’re also the only one that can convince him to stop stealing Love’s food, and this does not go unnoticed

The guys make fun of Mill for being whipped, but he takes it in stride

You balance out the affection by roasting each other alive at every opportunity, even in public

He gets butthurt over third-wheeling with Love and Nine during group activities so he comes to you for comfort

You realized you’re his comfort human after he got a haircut that he hated and needed many, many reassurances (specifically from you) that he still looked cute

He picks out movies to show you because he thinks you’d like them

Gives you his cardigans to wear and loves seeing you in them

Nine

Plays guitar for you

Prefers to play video games with you near him

Whether it’s with your head on his chest or him leaning against you, he just feels comfier that way

Whines when you’re not giving him attention

Especially if you’re giving more attention to one of the guys

When things get more serious, you notice that Nine listens to you

Like really listens to you

He hears everything you say and responds to it in kind, respecting your ideas and feelings

That being said, he’s also a mischievous person

He’s most likely to flirt with you shamelessly around others, even (especially) if it makes you blush

Even if you scold him, he just does aegyo and uses his cute charms until you forgive him

Every time he buys himself a plushie, he buys you one too

You have a quickly-growing pile of them on your bed, but they’re nice to snuggle with when Nine is away

#onlyoneof #ooo #my writing #onlyoneof writing #onlyoneof hcs #onlyoneof headcanons #kpop #Kpop writing

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Written In The Stars CXXXIX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m scared to see how you guys will react to this one, hope you at least find it enjoyable despite my very self-indulgent plots -Danny

P.S. Huge s/o to @bwbatta bc I decided to update my fic and now I have pretty dividers in all my books! Most of the ones I ended up using are her work so go check it out :)

Words: 4,641

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Book V // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘Need Your Love’ -by Joshua Wicker

Chapter One: Dumbledore's Mission.

"A galleon says Erick will crash the car —"

"Shut up!"

"Don't make him nervous," Emily scolded Harry. "If you continue this I won't teach you how to drive!"

"We don't need to learn," Mel snorted. "We'll apparate everywhere..."

"I thought you hated it," Her mother raised a brow.

"Yeah, but she's lazy," Harry smirked.

"Why is Harry here? He's not allowed to leave the house, is he?" Mel frowned.

"He's not allowed to be alone outside, there's a difference. We're babysitting two infants, unfortunately..." Erick taunted.

"What's the matter, Flint? You have stage-fright?" Harry replied.

"Oh please, he feeds on attention! Like a dementor but in a more annoying way..."

"Enough!" Emily looked over her seat. "Is that the kind of things you want to teach your brother?"

"I doubt he'll remember any of this!"

"We know he can do it, Em, we're just teasing," Harry said blithely.

"Yeah, he's the only adult here apart from you, mum. It's kind of his obligation to be good at driving."

The baby let out a squeal of agreement, he was three weeks old but had a good set of lungs that he was happy to use at any given time, especially while everyone was sleeping.

Harry leaned and checked that the baby's blankets. Mel beamed at the sight, the boy had pretty much adopted the boy as his own brother, which she thought made a lot of sense, not only because it was Sirius' son, but because he'd been part of her family for so long that anything else would've been silly.

They were well aware that bringing little Regulus to their driving lessons was a bit risky, but Emily wasn't as keen to leave Mel and Harry alone in the house as she used to, so she put a few safety spells on the chair once the baby was seated while Harry and Mel sat on both sides of it.

Erick turned out to be a good driver, but he still had a bit of trouble understanding how cars worked.

"I have to be pulling and pushing stuff all the time!" He complained as he activated the windshield on accident for the third time. "Why can't I just turn the key and press the pedal?"

"Cars don't work like that," Emily said patiently. "It's complicated, but you're good!"

"He's only gone up and down the street for half an hour, Leggie fell asleep already," The girl huffed.

Emily looked over the seat once again, she was frowning. "Erick, switch seats with Mel."

"You're joking... right?"

"Erick," The woman repeated.

"On it," He said happily. "C'mon Mel, are you scared?"

Ten minutes later, Erick was in the backseat and she was tightly holding onto the wheel.

"I'm doing it!" She said. "Is not that hard, is it?"

"A slug could move faster," Harry was looking at the roof of the car and dying of heat. "I thought you were going to be more... the reckless type of driver."

"Me too..." Erick agreed lazily, he was playing with one of Reggie's feet.

"I'm not going faster, my brother's in the car!" Mel scoffed.

"We're not asking you to! Just enough so we can feel like we're actually moving!"

"Bringing you three was a bad idea," Emily said over the boys' laughter.

"Fine!" Mel pressed down the pedal, the car immediately gaining speed. "I'm was just being careful!"

"Which makes me proud," Emily softly patted her shoulder. "It feels like it was yesterday when you were running around Remus' house in nothing but a diaper and now you're driving!"

"The other night I ran into her wearing no pants, so she's hasn't changed really," Erick murmured nonchalantly. "I stepped on Grey's tail thanks to that... maybe that's why he hates me so much."

"What?" Harry's head snapped to the side so fast he hurt himself.

"I forgot you live here now! Sometimes I sleep like that, s'not a crime!" She looked at Harry through the rearview mirror. "I've been an only child for sixteen years, sometimes I forget there are more than two people in my house..."

"I'm surprised her scream didn't wake up Leon," Erick sniggered.

"He's a heavy sleeper like his dad," Emily responded distractedly.

The conversation died instantly. It wasn't the woman's intention, of course, but it'd been only a few weeks since Sirius' passing, sometimes they would forget for a moment, just a brief second, then one of them would talk about Sirius and everything would start again...

It was painful, and it was weird. Mel had never endured something like this with anyone except Harry. Having a larger group of people sharing the same pain was strangely comforting.

Mel cleared her throat. "It's Harry's turn..."

"I'm okay," He said quickly. "I can learn another day..."

"Glasses, you and I have a tradition of experiencing things at the same time," The girl stopped the car and turned to look at him. "You're not going to ruin our streak. Besides, I need to know if I'm better than you."

Harry stared at her in amusement, then he looked at Erick.

"Is it fun, having her bossing you around all day?"

"I boss her around too," Erick smirked.

"They take turns," Her mother sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Harry gave the woman a look of sympathy as he stepped out of the car.

"There are worse things than being stuck with two pushy teenagers..."

"Hey!"

"Sorry," Emily smirked. "A pushy teenager and a pushy adult."

"If it annoys you that much I'll move out," Mel offered humorously. "What d'you say, Prince? Should we try our luck outside our comfort zone?"

"You wouldn't last a day," Erick taunted.

"Fiddlesticks," Mel muttered, to which Harry laughed.

It was around three in the morning when someone knocked on her door. She'd been awake for a while now, so she stood up and opened it.

"Hi," She rubbed her eyes. "What's up?"

"Can't sleep," Erick mumbled. "Care if I stay a moment?"

"Go ahead..."

She went back to bed, Erick sat at the edge and stared at her for a moment. Grey let out a sleepy growl, curling further away from his reach. Erick pulled out his pocket watch, now hanging from a chain he'd found in Regulus Black's room back in Grimmauld Place. The reason why he'd taken it was unknown to Mel.

"What's up?" She mumbled, suppressing a yawn.

"I'm thinking."

"About?"

"How lucky I am."

Mel let out a puff of air without replying. He would do this often, say he was lucky to be there, that she'd saved his life... She just wanted him to shut up.

"I really don't want to punch you, Prince, I'd ruin your pretty nose."

He smiled, unbothered.

"You know, a few years ago you would've been pleased to hear me say that, you ungrateful git."

"Yeah well, a few years ago my biggest dream was to become a princess," She joked. "So you see my priorities were a bit messed up..."

"You'd make a cute princess."

"C'mon —"

"I mean it."

"Erick," Mel said in a tone of warning. "Stop."

He'd been acting like that for a whole week: flirting when no one was around, complimenting her... Mel had closed up so tightly around herself that she was barely capable of saying I love you to her mum. Erick had lived deprived of affection his whole life and was just getting out of that environment. At what point had she become the cold, distant one, and he the ray of sunshine?

She knew right away what he was trying to do, but she was so numb... Mel cared about him, but she was not there yet.

Erick leaned on the wall and tilted his head a bit so he could look at her.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" She replied. "It's not your fault... I just — I need time."

He nodded shortly.

"We can talk later?"

He was wonderful, but she was in the middle of all that was wrong in their world, right next to Harry and the lifeline that she still hadn't decided whether she wanted to keep or not.

"We should go to bed," She murmured, still unable to make any real decisions for herself.

"Yeah," He stood up, carefully putting the blankets back in place and dropping them all over Grey on purpose. He put the watch back in his pocket as well. "Sweet dreams, Mely."

The Ministry of Magic

PROTECTING YOUR HOME AND FAMILY AGAINST DARK FORCES

The Wizarding community is currently under threat from an organization calling itself the Death Eaters. Observing the following simple security guidelines will help protect you, your family, and your home from attack.

"I have a better way to protect our house," Erick groaned, he was gently rubbing his temples. "Let Leon cry the whole night and not even Voldemort will try to enter... I myself am starting to consider living on the street just to get away from the noise."

"S'not that bad," She answered, the dark circles under her eyes giving her away. "It's hard to get used to being a human, you know?"

"Look at this," Emily unfolded the newspaper. "'Scrimgeour succeeds Fudge' — Well, haven't met him yet but I hope he's got a bit of brain, Tonks told me a few months back that he's certainly a bit brisker..."

The doorbell rang and Mel left to open the door.

The routine at that point was established even if it had been only two weeks since their arrival; Erick got used to life at Privet Drive quite easily, he spent two whole days examining every corner of the kitchen, and when Mel showed him what a movie was, he wasted a whole day in the drawing-room watching the movie adaptations of the books she'd lent to him.

Harry would go daily to check on"Reg". Once he'd stayed the night but refused to sleep in Mel's room, not that she'd tried to convince him otherwise.

"Goodmorning," She opened the door without paying attention, "you're a bit late for breakfast but I'll let it pass as soon as you —"

She stopped talking at the sight of her great-uncle, Dumbledore smiled at her and walked in.

"I can't stay for breakfast, but I dare say I regret it deeply."

"Professor... I — Is everything okay?"

"Certainly."

"To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Mel turned to see her mother standing near the stairs, gazing at Dumbledore coldly.

"Emily," Dumbledore said. "Good morning... I'm here to speak with Mr Flint."

"Is he in trouble?"

"Quite the contrary, I believe he's never been better."

"Professor," Erick's posture changed when he walked into the room, suddenly he looked more like a young man and less like a boy. "What can I do for you?"

"I have a mission for you... Mel as well, but only if she wishes to go."

"She's not of age," The woman replied quickly.

Mel was ready to accept whatever it was he wanted her to do, she needed to feel like she was doing something. Although she wasn't exactly happy to see him so soon after the end of their last term.

"As I said, only if she wishes to come. I assure you she'd be safe."

The girl looked at her mother and then at the men standing in front of her.

"Can I hear what this is about first?"

Emily crossed her arms without uttering a word, her uncle signalled towards the couch.

"A word, then?"

Erick nodded, making a beeline to the closest armchair. Emily turned to leave, but Dumbledore spoke again.

"You can stay."

The woman shared a look with her daughter, Mel couldn't hide her eagerness to hear what the old man had to say.

"I won't sit there and watch history repeat itself," Emily sighed.

The woman left before Mel could say anything. She would talk to her later, but first, she needed to talk to Dumbledore.

"I beg you not to interrupt me while I speak."

Both pupils silently agreed to his petition.

"Now, I find myself in need of a new Professor, but the man I'd been contemplating for the job has been on the run for almost a year — He's not guilty of any crimes," He added, noticing the way their faces grew worried. "He's just afraid like everyone else... I need you to track him down and point me to where he is so I can have a word with him."

"I'll do it," Erick responded instantly.

"Alone?" Mel frowned.

Dumbledore stared at her for a second too long.

"If I remember correctly today is your sixteenth birthday, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Mr Flint turned seventeen in January — You may know that's considered to be the start of our adulthood."

"Yes."

"Erick is allowed to do magic outside school... But you still have a year left."

"I don't see —"

"You have Matthew's spirit when it comes to saving a friend, Mel. When you were eleven you left this house with Hagrid so you could look for Harry yourself... The time has come for me to finally be honest with you."

"What do you mean 'finally'?" The words were burning a hole in her brain. "You mean all the things you told me when I was in your office last month... that wasn't it?"

Erick stared at them with polite interest, even though she knew he was dying to ask. Mel hadn't told him a thing about that night out of respect for Harry's privacy.

"That was all I had to tell you regarding the Harry," Dumbledore replied. "There are plenty of things I haven't said, and I wish to talk about them with you."

"And if I agree to go with Erick on this mission... you'll tell me?" Mel raised a brow.

"I'll tell you whether you help me with this or not, but I believe there's nothing else I can teach you, Mel. All that's left for you is to start putting your knowledge to use; I recommend you to go on this mission."

"What about my animagus lessons?"

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore smiled. "I'll help you with that, but that'll be it. You've concluded your lessons with the highest marks, dear girl."

She would've been elated hadn't been because of the strange way her uncle was acting.

"Aren't you happy?" Erick nudged her arm gently. "You've worked hard for years, you should be proud!"

"I am proud," Mel replied shortly. "And I'd love to help, but I can't leave my family, it's not safe."

"They'd go to the burrow if you leave."

"What about Harry?"

"He'll go to the burrow too, but I have a few matters to attend with his family first."

"If Mel wants to stay that's alright, I can go on my own —"

"You can't."

Erick looked at her irritated.

"It's not like you can do magic outside school."

"It takes more than magic to survive out there — You don't know how to blend in with the muggles, do you?"

"You can discuss this throughout the day," Dumbledore grabbed a letter from his pocket. "In this, you'll find all about Horace Slughorn's last known whereabouts and a picture so you can identify him. If you do, don't approach, he'll know you're following him. As soon as you find him come back to Privet Drive and write to me."

"This is all just in case we decide to go, right?"

"I'm going," Erick scowled at her.

"We'll talk about this after dinner," She glared back.

Dumbledore stood up and they followed, Emily was at the entrance ready to let him out.

"I'll wait for your response, then," Her uncle stared at her for a moment. "You and Harry..."

"We haven't decided," She was quick to reply. "We need time."

"Very well."

"You're quiet."

"I have a lot to think about."

Her day had been slightly ruined by her great-uncle's visit. Although Lupin had been there for a couple of hours and stayed for dinner. Mel and Erick talked about the mission and she'd promised to tell Harry after the party was over, which was now.

The Slytherin was upstairs taking a shower and Emily was putting Reggie to bed. Mel and Harry were sitting on the grass, watching the stars above them. She'd fallen into contemplative silence, pondering what to do. She could go chase some stranger for Dumbledore's benefit, or she could stay and look after her family.

"This would be much easier if my mum had asked me to stay!" She pouted.

"I reckon she knows that," Harry responded, throwing small rocks over the fence.

"Won't you?"

"Hmm?"

"You won't ask me to stay?"

Harry stared at her.

"No."

He didn't explain his reasons, but he didn't need to. Mel had made up her mind even if she didn't want to admit it. That was exactly why she was so upset, she wanted to look after her family, but her responsibilities were keeping her apart. Three years of hard work had led to this, and although Mel was a big sister now, winning the war was more important than changing diapers.

Her mother was a whole different problem too. Around them she was always cheery, but Mel was sure she'd heard her cry when none of the boys was around to hear.

She believed it was about Sirius, but it could also be about her and Harry, that she was scared for them. Mel didn't have the heart to lie if her mother were to ask about the prophecy. It was, as they had agreed without even having to speak about it, too much weight to put on their loved one's shoulders. The idea of Emily, the closest thing to a mother Harry ever had, finding out there was a big chance one of them would die after having lost Sirius in such a brutal way...

"I don't think I'll be able to look at Dumbledore in the eye if I come back empty-handed..."

"You're one of the best witches I know," Harry shrugged. "You'll be fine, just try not to murder Flint while you're away."

"He's less annoying now," She grinned. "Ever since he left his parents' house, dunno, he's improved. Although I might murder him if he doesn't stop —"

She was going to say 'flirting', but for some reason, she didn't feel ready to talk about that with Harry. She wasn't ready for anything and yet the world was forcing her to keep moving, it was exhausting.

Mel got up and offered her hand to her friend.

"Do you remember when you were just Harry and I was just Mel, and we were the odd kids at school?" She fixed her gaze on her bedroom window. "Wish we could go back to that."

"When I didn't know I was a wizard?"

"Things were easier back then, don't you think?"

"Maybe," He retorted. "But they were never entirely good."

In Harry, Mel found another reason to stay.

They could have the summer to talk about the things they needed to. She would stare at his aged features and compare them to the ones of that young boy she used to call her best friend...

Their bond still had thousands of cracks that had to be fixed, Mel was having a hard time letting him in again and they needed to be okay in order to know if they wanted to keep the lifeline or not. It wasn't that she didn't want to like him, she wanted the comfort he used to provide, the warmth and security of having someone who understood.

He knew it, and he was trying his best to not mess it up, but Mel didn't want to love him again, cutting the lifeline was the best way to assure that... It was easier said than done, though.

Harry was confused. Sometimes it felt like nothing would ever happen, then an overwhelming affection would crush his chest whenever Mel laughed or touched him. He didn't want to put a name to it, he was terrified of saying it, even to himself. All he knew was that the connection was a way to make sure Mel would be safe, and he didn't want to give that up.

"I should go."

"Yeah..."

"Happy birthday," He said. "I have to be honest and tell you that your present was meant to be sent last Christmas, but..."

"I didn't give you a present either, it's okay... I'm a bit angry though, that was a missed opportunity, I could've won."

Harry laughed.

"You'll have a new chance this year, but I doubt you'll be able to beat me — I've already gotten yours..."

"It's July!"

"I know," His smile vanished suddenly, then he added. "Be careful out there, please."

"Erick'll make sure I don't do anything stupid," Mel smiled. "He's so obsessed with protecting me — as if he didn't know I can do it alone just fine!"

"Yeah, but now's different."

"Different how?"

"We need you alive," He told her. "You want to live long enough to become Headmistress, right?"

Mel froze, not knowing what to answer.

"What?" Harry tilted his head.

"I lied," She blurted out. "I never wanted to be Headmistress — I saw you that night, in the mirror... I saw..."

"What?" He asked again, this time softer.

"You kissed me. A real kiss... like the type we used to gawk at as children."

Harry cleared his throat. "Oh."

A tense silence surrounded them. The variations of colour in his eyes were remarkably easy to notice from where she was standing. She was tilting her head up now, perhaps they were too close.

"Be careful."

"You told me that already," Mel whispered, unable to look away. "Anything else you'd like to say?"

"Yes," He paused, his eyes took a quick glance to her lips. "But if I say it you'll get mad."

Harry kissed her, Mel responded by pulling him down.

It was hard to tell whether she was euphoric or scared, perhaps both, or perhaps neither. As soon as it happened Harry jumped away, and she was dropped back into reality.

"I can't do it — We haven't talked about the lifeline — We won't make the right choice if we let our feelings —"

"You're right! Yes!" Mel said, acting just as agitated. "It's a terrible idea — I like you, but—"

"—it's confusing," He said anxiously. "Do you have feelings for me?"

"Do you have feelings for me?" Mel asked in a high-pitched voice.

"No!" He responded, but his voice trembled with a lack of confidence. "I care about you a lot —"

"— I care for you too —"

"— But just —"

"— as friends!"

They stared at each other with the same frightened expression.

"I'm sorry if I made things uncomfortable," He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I... I don't want to lose you."

"We need to spend some time apart," She nodded, avoiding his eyes. "We can ignore this happened, right?"

"Absolutely," He agreed. "You're spending the summer at the burrow?"

"My mum and my brother will be there, so I kind of have to... is that okay?"

"It's okay," Harry looked around. "We... we should go."

"Did you ever regret falling for my dad?" Mel asked randomly. "I mean, you ever wonder how things would've turned out if you'd stayed as friends?"

Emily stopped folding her clothes.

"Something nagging that head of yours?"

"I think relationships are a waste of time. They all break and you always end up hurting..."

"What makes you think such nonsense?" Emily raised a brow, leaning back on the couch. "Who are you and what did you do to my daughter?"

"You don't think that way?" She asked doubtfully.

"Because I lost my partners that means I have to be bitter?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Mel replied quickly. "But... yeah."

Emily remained silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"Solitude can do weird things to your heart, love. It can pull you towards bad or good places... People that make you feel a little less lonesome, someone who understands you. You should hold onto that for as long as you can, no matter how scary it is. You never know what wonderful things may bring you..."

"Sirius said something similar a year ago," Mel said quietly. "Something about finding my equal, that the earth's full of options and stuff..."

"I won't force you to find a partner if that's not what you want, but you're young and the world is big, you can't turn your back on every opportunity."

"It's not like I have lots of prospects right now..." She huffed.

"You don't need lots, just the right one."

Mel hesitated for a moment, then added:

"I know you used to have a crush on James Potter."

Emily looked up from the laundry again, she raised a brow. "Oh?"

"I know it was a long time ago," She shifted in her place awkwardly. "But do you ever wonder what would've happened if you two..?"

The woman sighed.

"Only once."

"When?"

"When I found out Voldemort was after his son," She folded the last shirt and handed it to Mel. "I asked myself if I had made the right choice by giving him up... When I look at you I know it was the right thing to do. What happened to James and Lily... it was horrible, but it wasn't my fault. I was happy with your father; maybe Matthew wasn't my first love, but when it comes to this, your first love rarely is the one that lasts."

"Mel?" Erick walked into the room. "If we're planning to drive around all day tomorrow, you should sleep," He nodded shortly at both of them and left the room, her mother chuckled.

"You know, Erick reminds me of your father... I know Sirius said he was like his brother, but Regulus made all the wrong choices... Erick's done all this for himself, to be better. Just like Matty."

Mel's gaze lingered on the doorway long after Erick had left.

"Thank you, for letting me go," She sighed, looking back at the woman. "I don't love following Dumbledore's orders but I... I want to make this world a better place."

"Love," Emily cupped her face adoringly. "I know why you're doing this. Just how I knew why you flew that car to save Harry, and why you went to the Ministry... but you're my daughter, and it's my job to worry about you anyway."

Erick and Mel took three changes of clothing and put them in the trunk, Emily gave them muggle money. Mel had a fake driver's license as well as Erick, and they would take turns driving. Harry was nowhere to be seen, but it was expected since it was five in the morning. She hadn't mentioned the kiss to either her mother or Erick, she was determined to keep it that way, much like the whole lifeline stuff and the prophecy.

'Just pile more secrets on top, why don't you,' She thought bitterly as she walked out of the house.

Emily hugged both and let them kiss Reggie goodbye, Mel promised they would see each other soon, and Erick vowed he'd make sure Mel would be safe (she snorted loudly at this). Once inside the car, her friend took a deep breath.

"Ready?"

"This isn't our first adventure, Prince."

"This one's the first we do with permission."

"You're an adult, you don't need anyone's approval."

"You know what I mean," He rolled his eyes.

"Sorry. I get defensive when I'm —"

"I know," He sighed. "I talk too much when I'm worried."

"I know," She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. "I'm ready... We'll be okay."

Next Chapter —>

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drshebloggo · 4 years

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how to make WW84 a stronger movie

As sort of requested, here’s a beefed-up version of the list of notes I made watching WW84 because I was getting cranky with the execution of this movie and couldn’t help but jot down ideas. I WANTED to love this thing but the script was not selling its ideas to best effect.

For me, I think there were a few challenges inherent in the movie they wanted to make. BUT with a few different choices here and there in the way the story was told, it would’ve improved its impact without sacrificing what they were going for with tone and characters.

CHALLENGE #1: this movie is set SO far in the future from the events of the first film. 65 years have passed, and Diana is still just gliding somberly through her life and that makes me SAD. All her friends are dead! She’s on her own and cursed with immortality!! She lives in an ‘80s decor sadness chamber surrounded by photos and memories of people she’ll never see again!!!

And yet the film gave us no real textual information about that. They did the laziest thing possible, which was pan the camera around a million photos on mantles and told us NOTHING. Literally WHAT has Diana done for the past, say, THIRTY YEARS since her Earth Friends all died without her??? Has she literally made NO OTHER friends? She’s still sad about Steve 65 years later and nothing else has progressed?

This lack of specificity leaves Diana fading in the lead role of her own movie despite the fact that there’s TONS of material there that they just... ignored. For me, she read flat, which bummed me out majorly. Her best stuff was with Steve because that actually MEANS something. But it’s all she’s got in this film. They didn’t bother filling in any other information about her life.

FIX IT: literally just make Barbara already friends with Diana at the beginning. Not only does it make Diana more interesting, it reduces the sheer amount of exposition that the film piles on in the first 45 minutes. This also means you can bring Steve back sooner than the 45 minute mark, which would help grease the wheels in the first third of the movie. And it also means that Diana losing Barbara to inhumanity would actually have a greater impact on Diana beyond “oh my kooky new friend turned into an evil cat; this is vexing.”

CHALLENGE #2: the tone is WILDLY different than the tone of the first. They went from WWI trench warfare to shopping malls and fanny packs. It’s a HUGE tone shift, and it takes some getting used to. But there are good things to it; namely it provides great comedy for Steve, who is a definite bright spot in the movie.

Overall I’m on board with doing a superhero movie that pivots away from grit and darkness and toward camp and comedy, and it’s cool to do something new rather than reiterate the same tone from the first film. But I think they could’ve done more to sell the tone shift.

There are HIJINKS inherent in the premise that I’m guessing were fairly unilaterally unexpected. There’s a vaguely historical magic WISHING STONE and three buffoons each made a wish and turned shit upside down. I myself wish that Maxwell and Barbara and Diana were rendered in triplicate, as equal collaborators in this batshittery. I don’t think you’re watering down Diana’s role as lead (no more than giving her no other emotions to play than sadness) by doing so, and it even works nicely to own the idea that Max and Barbara are on equal narrative ground as Diana.

As far as the villainy goes, Max is more recognizably a Bad Guy, but Barbara is NOT, and it’s fascinating to show at least Diana and Barbara working together but slowly falling apart as shit goes SIDEWAYS. Hijinks can be zany and also meaningful! What if a villain is just a friend who wants something different than you and you have to come to terms with that and stop them from doing dumb shit? There’s an element of screwball to this premise and I wanted them to lean in more. This would also give Diana more to do than cry and fight.

FIX IT: show Barbara getting her powers using the same tropes of other superheroes getting their powers and figuring them out. Play it like she’s Peter Parker finding out she’s Spider-man. Hell, do a montage with all three of them using/abusing their powers: Barbara beating the shit out of things, Maxwell manipulating people, Steve and Diana making the fuck out and enjoying the shit out of it. These are the joys of wish fulfillment!

AND, if they had set up the rules of the artifact beforehand (see Challenge #3), then the audience would know they were watching very happy people who are going to have their LIVES RUINED SOON. And that is good storytelling. (Maybe this is oversimplified, but honestly half of good storytelling is just making the audience feel two opposite emotions at the same time. The other half is dramatic irony, which would also apply to this trio montage.)

CHALLENGE #3: What the hell are the rules of this magic wishing artifact anyways??? The audience should know them before the characters do. The way this movie doled out information was bananas. They waited right before they were going to the tell the audience something to show us what they were about to tell us. Just show us earlier and tell the characters later!!! That way WE’LL already know because we’ve seen it, and THEY’RE not saddled with expositional dialogue to make sure the audience follows the idea.

FIX IT: For the love of humanity, nix the opening sequence with the horse race and make it about the damn stone!! Rip off Lord of the Rings and tell the history of the innocent but dangerous thing. Rip off Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and animate something about how it gives wishes at a cost. Hell, let Connie Nielsen and Robin Wright(’s unbelievably ripped arms) tell young Diana the story so they can still hang out and be a part of the film! Throw in some lore about the gods, just to remind us where Diana comes from and her belief system, and we’re good to go.

While you’re at it, toss in the whole point of the film into the moral that Diana’s moms impart to her at a young age. It’s not a spoiler. We don’t wonder if 1984 Diana will do the right thing. She does not need to LEARN this moral. She already knows the moral, but she still has to make the hard choice to let Steve go and of course it doesn’t come easy.

In summary: that horse race had little to do with the rest of the movie and it’s wasted story space, especially for setting up the entire magical premise that the movie hinges on, let alone the actual message of the film.

CHALLENGE #4: Do we care about Maxwell and his kiddo enough to rest the entire movie’s resolution on it? Ehhhh. The glimpses into young Max’s abuse is another example of showing information RIGHTBEFORE it’s important, rather than setting it up earlier to pay off later. It’s a far weaker choice.

FIX IT: Age up Alistair. If he’s a teen or preeteen, then the stakes feel higher because it seems more monumental to undo the trauma of neglect at that age. Much like in his business pursuits, the clock is ticking and Max is running out of opportunities for success in all realms of his life.

Maybe show Maxwell trying to reason with Alistair earlier in the movie, saying that he’s a good dad because he’s not as bad a dad as his own father. It shows us how he justifies his behavior, gives us the information that he had an abusive dad, and gives an actual interaction between father and son other than “daddy you’re not here” and “shhh son here’s a pony.”

Possible other fix-it which connects to other fixes: what if Barbara actually renounces her wish before Max does? It should be more painful to the audience to lose Barbara to her wish because we’ve technically LIKED her at one point. She means something to Diana, and so she means something to us. Honestly, the audience has rooted for her independent of Diana! The scene where she realizes she’s not powerless against her harasser but then completely loses herself in violence against him? One of the movie’s best. It’s pretty dissatisfying that she just goes completely off the deep end and then nothing with her is resolved after the wishes are broken.

But, with the way the movie is set up, the big emotional climax is the scene of Diana getting through to Max/the entire planet, so it’s hard to undo that and give it to Barbara instead, considering that it won’t wrap up the plot. But geez, do SOMETHING with Barbara that’s based in actual emotions. Don’t hinge your entire movie’s emotional resolve on a father-son relationship that’s two-dimensional and doesn’t have anything to do with the main character! You had emotional investment in Barbara; use it!!

At the very least, have Diana get through to Barbara in some way, either before Maxwell renounces or after, and maybe even intercut it with Max and his kid.

CHALLENGE #5: I experience great existential malaise at watching a mylar balloon drift off into the ether. Was there no better visual for the final moments of the film? Asking for myself, and also the planet. (This one is mostly a joke... but seriously, you guys, the PLANET.)

#ask box #spoilers #uhhhh I should probably keep this out of the tags #I wanted to like this movie a lot #but it came up short for me and it hampered my enjoyment a little bit #so I tried to take note of how it could've been improved with a stronger script #instead of complaining vaguely and dunking on it #WW84 #Wonder Woman

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petersasteria · 4 years

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Quinn Fabray (III) - Haz Osterfield

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐞. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞.

Kind of like part 2 of Santana Lopez (I) with Tom Holland sksks

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* * * *

After a few weeks, Tom was finally able to accept that you were dating Harrison. He still couldn't get over the fact that he caught the two of you on the couch, but it just couldn't leave his thoughts. Maybe it was because he was your older brother. He knew that he'd have to get used to the both of you being together but he still hasn't adjusted.

It didn't help that you moved in with them. If he couldn't sleep at the thought of you and Harrison, now he's like a zombie. It's been bothering him. So, he tried a tactic. A stupid one.

He thought that he'd be in between both of you whenever both of you were sitting next to each other and he joined both of you on your dates. He didn't care if he was third wheeling. Sometimes, he'd even bring Harry and Sam.

You and Harrison were watching a movie on the couch when Tom came in with two bowls of popcorn and sat in between both of you.

"Y/N, we can share a bowl of popcorn." Tom handed you the bowl.

"Um, I was sharing with Haz." You told him. Tom looked at you and chuckled, "He has his own."

He glanced at Harrison and gave him the other bowl he was holding, "Here ya go, mate."

"You two better not sext while we watch this movie or I'll-"

"Or what, Tom?" Harrison snapped. Both of you looked at Harrison in shock. He was never one to snap before. Harrison sighed and clenched his fists, "You used to be just sort of unlikable, but now I pretty much feel like punching you every time you open your mouth."

"This is kind of hot, actually." You giggled.

Harrison glanced at you and shook his head, "Now's not the time, babe."

"Sorry." You said before you stood up. "Anyway, I'll let the two of you talk." You left the living room, taking the popcorn with you.

"What's your problem, Tom?" Harrison asked.

Tom sighed, "Nothing. You're so great with her and everything. I'm not bullshitting you, I swear."

"It sounds like you are." Harrison pointed out.

"But I'm not." Tom said. "It's just that I've always been Y/N's go-to person, y'know? She's my little sister and I love her. Her relationship with you made me realize that she's growing up and putting herself out there. I'm just scared that there'll be a point when she'll realize that she won't need me anymore. I probably sound like dad right now, but I'm the eldest so you can't really blame me. That's why I've been crashing your dates and stuff and I'm sorry about that."

"I forgive you and what you're feeling is totally valid. Let's not forget that I have Charlotte." Harrison chuckled. "We have little fights here and there, but I love my sister. Besides, I think siblings will always need each other even though they say they don't."

"You sure?" Tom asked.

"Absolutely." Harrison smiled at him. "Now quit being a sap and call Y/N back in here and tell her what you told me."

"For fuck's sake. Telling you is enough." Tom groaned.

Tom still told you, though. But you assured him that Harrison was right. No matter what happens, Tom will always be your older brother and you'll always be his little sister.

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isabelinlove · 3 years

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Harry Potter scene?

@echoes-lighthouse thanks so much for asking!!

Ok so… this is a lot longer than a single scene (lmao) but I imagine that I went Horcrux hunting with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. At first Harry would try to convince me not to, but like Ron and Hermione, there’d be no stopping me from coming (I’d give him the whole speech about how he’s the love of my life and that I’d follow him to the ends of the earth because any danger is worth enduring to be with him). I think that me being there to support Harry would mean a lot and maybe even make the trip a bit less miserable for him. I mean… at the very least he’d have someone to cuddle with on the cold nights in the tent and that sounds like a pretty big plus to me! 😉 There are a lot of jokes about Harry being a third wheel in his own series (lol), but if I was there that definitely wouldn’t be the case. Maybe my presence would even diffuse a bit of the tension that we see in the books/movies (or maybe not… maybe Ron would still get mad and leave but this time because I ate some cookies that he was saving 💀)

#❤️: an unlikely pair 🐍🦁#ask games

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vocalyunho · 5 years

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B{oyfriend}est friend

pairing — WooSan x reader (fem)

genre — light angst, smutty smut

word count — 4.5k

warnings — threesome, acts of handjob, blowjob and fingering, overstimulation, explicit sex, a full course meal with a side of cookie all in all.

A/N: So uhm 👉🏼👈🏼 if you think I gave more attention to San, it’s because I involved untold feelings that were kept inside from both San and the reader for many years and that helped make the situation more complicated and heated, so yeah 🌱

San and you have been childhood friends since you were sooo little. You used to live next to each other and go to school together and even though you weren’t in the same school in middle school anymore you’d still meet on some week days and of course on weekends.

San was, also, actually your first kiss. It didn’t mean anything back then...because you just did it to “get it over with”, but it did later. You were kids and many other classmates of yours would go on platonic relationships and give tiny pecks to each other and that made you feel bad. You didn’t have a “boyfriend” to give kisses on your cheeks and lips and you really wanted to know how that felt. So when you said that to San one afternoon, while you were on the playground, he grabbed your cheeks and brought his face so close to yours that you could hear your heart beating in your ears. You still remember how he kept looking at your eyes with his adorable, little, nervous smile and told you “I can be your first kiss if you want to and that’ll be fair because you will be mine too”. And when you nodded he touched your lips for 2 or maybe 3 seconds and then parted again.

This is just a memory of the thousands you have of him and you being together as just friends. But later when you were in high school and still good friends you started having mixed feelings. At first, you’d be happy if he told you he had found a girl he likes and a second later you’d feel jealousy starting to burn your insides. Just the thought of a girl making him feel complete and touching him in places he wanted her the most, made your mind go dizzy.

Even though he had some girlfriends before and even though you knew he was the high school’s heartthrob, you just couldn’t imagine someone else being his favourite girl. But this was only how you felt in high school, you had a tiny crush on him back then, or is this just what you thought it was? Was it only in high school or?

yes! this was only in high school!

You’re both college students now, living in your own apartments and acting like adults as much as you can. You’re studying on the same university, just different departments. He’s an art major and you’re a psychology one, currently both on your second year of studying.

San is, also, the one who made you meet your current boyfriend. Wooyoung and you have been together for about 7 months now and he makes you really happy. He’s kind, respectful, smart and a beast whenever and wherever he needs to be, but you still feel kind of incomplete and that makes you feel guilty, because Wooyoung is so nice and deserves only the best. You really like him, but your mind keeps going back to San and whenever he’s around, your mind doesn’t know who to give more attention to. San is your childhood best friend and also Wooyoung’s closest friend since college started and Wooyoung is your boyfriend that you honestly like, but fuck, you feel like you need them both.

The way San behaves doesn’t help a lot either...he’s being really touchy, he always was, but lately it’s just really weird. He even touches you, hugs you and plays around when Wooyoung is there which he didn’t use to do. He tells you to talk to him whenever you seem down to him, he asks you if you’ve eaten every day and it feels like...he’s taking care of you...a lot. You love this attention from him, but this attention makes you feel things that shouldn’t be welcome, but instead they really are.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, has you in the centre of the world. He takes care of you and you of him, he asks your opinion about everything important to him, you talk every difficulty out and he, for sure, makes you feel good during sex. There hasn’t been a single session in which you haven’t screamed his name, except for the ones where you, both, really had to be quiet. However, sometimes it feels like he notices the way San behaves around you, but doesn’t do anything to stop it...at least, that’s what you assume because neither have San’s actions changed a bit nor Wooyoung has said anything to you.

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Lately, Fridays have been movie nights for Wooyoung, San, Ame and you. You’ve been rewatching all Harry Potter movies together, while eating every unhealthy food you can think of and having fun, but tonight Ame isn’t here. She had to attend a family dinner and left the three of you alone. So far everything has been great and of course you haven’t made San feel like he’s third wheeling even if Wooyoung has tried kissing you and touching you throughout the entire movie. You’re glad San is sitting on the couch closer to the tv, because he can’t hear you whispering to Wooyoung to stop being touchy in front of his friend.

Maybe he’s had enough of your scolding, because now he’s sitting on the other side of the couch and is not snuggling up to you, eyes stuck on the tv screen.

“wait, we haven’t ordered anything and the movie is almost over”, San speaks as he turns his head towards you.

“shit, we forgot with all the chips we got”, you say glancing first at San and then your boyfriend, but Wooyoung doesn’t even try to look at you.

well, this is worrying.

“Maybe we can order when the movie’s over, don’t you dare leave without eating, San” you chuckle on the last part looking at him and he does the same.

“okay, that’s enough!”, Wooyoung speaks as he stands up.

“you two have been flirting in front of me for MONTHS and I’ve tried brushing it off, thinking that this is how you normally act around each other, but I’ve had ENOUGH”.

“what are you talking about, Wooyoung?” San asks, already standing up too.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re being touchy with her all the time, you spend a lot of time with her everyday, you eye her up and down non stop...WE GET IT, YOU WANNA FUCK HER”.

He screamed the last part and San took a step back, looking taken aback.

“Wooyoung stop...non of this is true...why are you being like this, now?” at this point, you’re afraid they’ll fight, so you stand up too.

“it’s true” you hear San speak, looking back and forth Wooyoung and you.

“I wanna fuck her, but I have never tried it because I respect both of you and your relationship”

“San, what are you saying?” you’re so confused, what’s happening right now?

“I’m sorry, Y/N” his face is full of guilt.

San, your best friend, just admitted to Wooyoung, your boyfriend that he wants to fuck you? This will not end well at all, but this is your chance and you need to grab it before it slips away.

“I don’t know if this is a game you’re playing with me right now guys, but if it is please stop it before I fuck you both”

They snapped their heads towards you so quick.

“WHAT?”

“you heard me San, you heard me both”

“are you serious?”

“never been more before”

“I mean...if San’s okay with that...” Wooyoung speaks softly all of a sudden, but you both heard him well. He was mad a minute ago, but seems chill now.

You didn’t expect him to be open to that so quickly, you thought he’d be after a little convincing, but does that turn him on for him to agree to something like that so fast?

“I-I’d love to-” San says.

“okay but I’m not taking anyone without a condom on”

“let’s take care of that later”

Wooyoung took your hand and guided you to the bedroom in a second.

San must be following you both because when Wooyoung pinned you to the wall, you could see San behind him staring at you. He attacked your neck so fast that your eyes closed instinctively and your hands stuck on the wall trying to hold on it, but failing.

“listen, San” Wooyoung started saying between kisses “you’re only allowed to fuck her however she wants you to, buddy”

He’s sucking and biting under your ear making your knees weaker and weaker with each bite until a soft moan leaves your lips. If he keeps this pace, you’ll fall on your knees any time, but he knows you too well to let that happen. So, he lets his arms get a hold of your thighs, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist.

San found the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down, probably waiting for the right moment to take his part in the game, but you can see him looking at you with lust in his eyes.

Wooyoung still has you pinned against the wall, his lips travelling from your neck to your lips where he plants sloppy kisses that echo in the room. He’s licking and biting on your lower lip all the time and you thought he just did it for access in your mouth but he already is inside it and hasn’t stopped biting your lip. The moment he squeezed your ass you knew exactly what he was doing. He’s trying to make you moan against him, to let San know how good he’s making you feel without even being inside you yet and probably to turn him on even more. Of course you’ll play along with that...having your boyfriend and best friend being turned on only for you is your dream that’s slowly coming true.

You let your head fall back a little, hitting the wall as you do and a breathy moan with a pinch of a high-pitched meowl comes out of your throat in waves.

“we haven’t even done anything yet, but you’re already doing so well, baby” Wooyoung breathes against your lips.

“I know” you reassure him.

He turns his body and throws you both on the bed with you on top. This is your chance to make him and San go feral, so your hand flies down to his pants, pulling the sweatpants down just enough to reveal his grey underwear and growing bulge. You start grinding against him, up and down with a little pressure to make him feel your core on his member, but you won’t stick to that.

You climb off him and slide down to where his knees rest, as your hand pulls down his underwear. You take him in your hand, stroking him lightly and his eyes shut close in an instant.

“Wooyoungie...I just want a little pre-cum to make my movements easier, can you do that for me?” you speak with innocence.

“I hope so” his voice is caught in his throat.

You could just spit in your hand or use some lube, but that would take all the fun away, so you start pumping him faster and faster until broken moans leave his lips. You have no idea what San could be doing in the corner of the room, but you can’t check right now...not until Wooyoung starts dripping.

“will you...let me fuck you in my favourite position after this?” he says heaving through his nose.

“maybe yes, but later”

Transparent liquid starts dripping from his tip and it’s not much, but enough to spread it all over his member with your hand and make the noises more squeaky and sloppy. You ask more pressure now and especially on his tip as you go up and this can easily get him going but tonight’s a special night, so you stay on his base and bring your lips close to his tip licking around it.

The moment he felt your lips on him, he flinched and held him up on his elbows to see your every action. You took him in your mouth, up to where you can and started blowing him fast until whines left his throat.

“fuuuck that’s it” his head has dropped back, making his Adam’s apple more visible than before.

You bob your head quick, letting your mind get filled with his beautiful sounds and just a second later he becomes more vocal.

“I-I’ll come-” and with two more blows he’s come, but you were ready for that so you parted and turned his member to his stomach to come over himself.

He is loud and all blissed out, but your attention has turned to San now who’s taken his member in his hands, stroking himself with furrowed eyebrows.

“nonono, tonight I’ll help with that” you say motioning for him to come on the bed and he does.

“wait...are you sure? is this okay?”

“yes, Sannie...tonight everything’s fine”, you say helping him on the bed.

He’s already taken off his pants and his underwear is down enough to let his member stick out and

okay this is a big boy.

He’s bigger than Wooyoung, that’s for sure and you kind of expected that in all honesty...but you still don’t know if he’s good.

You hesitate a little because all of this is surreal...you never thought something like this would happen and especially with both your boyfriend and best friend in one room, but you finally grab him from his base and give him a stroke all the way up to his tip.

He sighs loudly and you take your attention from his dick to his eyes as you approach him with your mouth. He follows your eyes just as slowly and the sexual tension that always existed between you has reached the final level now. You haven’t even touched him, but a “fuck” leaves his lips as you still look at each other.

You lick long stripes from the base to his tip, hearing his breath hitch and you can’t help but let a smile appear on your lips. You take him all in once, feeling him in the back of your throat and you start bobbing your head slowly as your hand pumps the part that can’t fit in your mouth. You’d stop everything you were doing if you weren’t so dedicated to make him come, the moment he left out the first noice.

fuck, his voice is raspy.

You were not expecting that. San is usually vocal when he speaks and his voice is quite high...so it must be deeper only in bed. You have to make him feel really good to hear his voice more, so you move faster and faster letting the sloppy sounds echo in the room. San starts hissing and his legs tremble from the stimulation on his member, his moans all husky and deep.

“i-if you only knew how g-good this feels Y/N-“

You could just cum by the way he said your name.

When he becomes louder, you know he’s close so you let your hands do the last part and he comes in tiny spurts that land on his stomach and legs.

Your arms hurt and the position made your knees burn so you flop down between the two boys, San still coming down from this hell of a suck and Wooyoung watching closely your every action on San’s dick. You can’t help but notice that Wooyoung is erected again... so this indeed turns him on.

Suddenly, Wooyoung stands up moving to the night stand and taking out two condoms, giving one to San and tearing up the other one.

“let’s get the game going” he says as he slides the condom on his length.

He holds himself above you, looking lovingly at you.

“San take her pants off, please and I’ll take the rest off” he says and attacks your lips as San is slowly moving to your lower body.

Wooyoung licks your lips as his hands reach the hem of your shirt pulling it up and breaking the session just to take it off. He does the same with your bra, leaving your lips alone to give attention to your breasts. He starts sucking and biting here and there and you’ve gotten so sensitive now that tiny moans leave your throat. If only San came to swallow all of them with his lips...

San is on your left, stood up and looking closely everything that’s going on in front of him, with the corner of your eye you can see that he’s erected again too and with your head you motion for him to come closer. When he does, you grab a fistful of his shirt and collide your lips. Wooyoung is traveling down your body with his lips while San’s are on yours on a slow and gradually sloppy kiss. The moment Wooyoung reaches your panties and slides them down, you leave a hum fill San’s mouth that made him twitch.

“you’re better than I thought you’d be” he says.

“I hope you are, too” you smile against him.

“oh, you bet I am”.

“Wooyoung mate, can you leave this to me?” He’s still looking at you and you know exactly what he’s talking about.

Wooyoung pulls away while San moves to the end of the bed, letting his body down enough to face your core. He kisses up your left thigh, slowly getting closer to where you need him the most and the moment he licks a stripe up your clit, an unintentional cry leaves your mouth. He licks and kisses one after the other as his hand moves to your entrance letting two fingers slip inside you with not too much, but enough force to make you whimper. He starts moving his fingers in and out in a slow but gradually fast pace, your eyes roll on the back of your head and your back arches from the bed when he adds a third finger. He lets them rest inside you and starts drawing circles making your voice get caught in your throat and your legs shake from the stimulation.

“p-please-“

“fuck”

This was Wooyoung who’s stroking himself next to San, his eyes stuck on your face and his ears filled with your noises.

“I-I don’t wanna come just yet, p-please” you try your best to get the words out and in an instant he stops.

Your heart is racing and you can hear a light tapping in your ears from the effort not to come on his fingers.

“can I...do it the way I like it?” Wooyoung asks.

“of course, baby”

He takes his remaining clothing off and gets between your legs as his hands wrap around your waist to lift your hips off the bed and on his thighs. Wooyoung loves it when your lower body is on him, when both of you are putting effort to move and feel good and especially when he can hold you close to him feeling your waist on his fingers.

He’s in your entrance but doesn’t push in just yet, he’s brushing his tip on you wetting himself with your silk but you need him right now so...you grab him and guide him to your entrance, pushing down to get him all in.

This is the first time you made him bottom out in the first push, it hurts, but the feeling of being full outreaches the pain. He keeps you still and his hands tighten around your waist as he pulls out and thrusts hard. A muffled cry leaves your lips, but he doesn’t stop and keeps a fast pace going. He’s hissing and the moment he slows down you push down on him making a loud moan leave his and your lips.

Your entire body is bouncing, fucking yourself on his dick hard, your voice comes out in throaty moans and he seems like he’s close, being more vocal now but you need to get him off. Your pussy clenched around him when he hit your g-spot, making him twitch inside you and his head fell forward from the overstimulation and need of release.

You’re both snapping your hips on each other. Wooyoung is thrusting quick, sighing heavily each time trying to make you both reach your climax. Sweat has formed on your forehead and you’re sure you felt some drops from Wooyoung drop on your stomach, but you like it.

“fuck, don’t stop...I’m close-”

You keep going, pushing down faster and faster, his grip on your waist tightens and when he comes loud and broken moans come out of him. You always loved how vocal he is during sex, it reassures you that you make him feel good and just that is enough to send you to heaven. You keep clenching as tiny cries leave your lips and you let your colours spill out as he pulls out, his condom full of his white liquid.

“you’re so good, baby”

He flops down next to you, your breaths out of control but your mind now is full of San, who’s still standing and his eyes were stuck on how Wooyoung disappeared inside you all this time.

“so” you look at him.

“can you, uhm- come here- no, wait I’ll bring you here” he speaks fast.

“no, it’s fine I can move”.

You slowly stand up with effort, wondering why he wants you to leave the bed, but when see the mirror behind him, you already feel yourself clench around thin air.

“I-”

“you wanna see yourself fucking me”

“y-yeah...if that’s okay with you”

“only if you fuck me hard”

He looks taken aback but doesn’t hesitate to attack your lips as he gets on top of you. The mirror is on your right, which means that if you stay like that you’ll both be able to see your fucked out faces in some minutes. He feels different now though...this entire time he was a little hesitant and insecure about what was happening, but now even the way he’s kissing you is different. He’s more confident and his hands are on a tight grip on your thighs, squeezing them hard. He’s breathing loudly against you, like he’s putting his all in the kiss because he’ll never get to kiss you again and now...you’re kind of afraid about that too.

You moan against him, not knowing what turns him on but you’re willing to try different things in order to find out. You place your hands where his jaw and neck connect, trying to deepen the kiss and maybe make it more personal, showing him that you really enjoy all of this and he bites your lip hard. His tongue slides inside you and so does his member.

You hadn’t even realised he had positioned himself in your entrance, but that doesn’t matter now. He pushed just halfway in and he, for sure, is bigger than Wooyoung but not wider than him.

“all in” you reassure him and return your lips on his instantly.

He pushes once again, making you whimper, but swallowing all your noises with his lips. He starts thrusting and both his tongue and dick are playing games inside you while his hands are probably marking your thighs with the strong hold. It’s not easy for him to move as fast or hard he wants with his lips connected to yours, you know that. So, you break the kiss to let him do as he wants freely.

“tonight’s your chance San, fuck me hard”

He looks at you as he straightens his body and starts pumping in and out of you fast, so fast that you don’t even try to hold on to something. You just let yourself bounce, your mouth open agape on a silent scream and your hands on each side of your face, resting there. He suddenly stops and you’re afraid something happened, but when he moved your legs over his shoulders and hit a completely new spot, all thoughts were gone and only stars were left in your mind.

“ahh, that’s it”

He’s thrusting hard making all your cries sound broken, but his own groans are loud and clear. He’s putting all of his effort to this moment, you can tell that and you can’t keep your eyes open for much but you can see him looking in the mirror and mumbling something that you can’t make out. The overstimulation is unbearable, but this is your only chance to feel him inside you without the guilt eating you alive later. The sweat on his forehead, the muscles on his arms that keep you steady, his hair that’s all over his eyes...fuck he’s so beautiful and he’s yours only for tonight...

“I-I’ll come” he growls and breaks your train of thought.

“wait for me-e”

And in a couple more thrusts, he’s filling the condom with his hot liquid as you cum for the second time this night. He trembled as he came but then stiffened up and your legs feel numb just like your mouth that’s still open, but what’s more important is the situation in front of you. You just came because and with your childhood best friend...the friend that was your first kiss when you were just kids, the friend that spent so many nights and days in your house, playing around with you, helping you or listening to you, the friend that was your crush in high school but never got the guts to let him know...the friend that just said he loves you?

“what”

“I...love you Y/N, I’m sorry” he’s breathing fast in your ear.

“I-”

“no, don’t say anything please...I don’t wanna hurt more”

“San, what ar-”

“I’ve never tried anything like this before” Wooyoung speaks from the bed as he’s come down now.

“me neither” San says slowly getting up from you.

“y-yeah me neither”

What did just happen? No, what did he just SAY?

You thought this would only be an experience, a one night thing and that everything will be back to normal tomorrow...well, as normal as things can be after all this...because there’s no way everything will be the same now that your boyfriend saw your best friend fucking you and vice versa.

But...just 3 words made the situation even worse. How will you face Wooyoung and San after hearing this and especially how will San face you both after saying this? You’ll either find out or you’ll both let this go like it never happened...

#this is almost 5k eye-#ateez #ateez smut #ateez angst #san smut #wooyoung smut #WooSan #WooSan smut #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #today’s a sad day for me bubs #but im excited for ATEEZ’ 1st anniversary #time flew so fast #also i realised i cant write angst for shit im sorry everyone

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moonylantsovs · 4 years

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Hi could i have a ship for teen wolf and the 100 or harry potter. Im a straight girl, virgo, gryffindor, brown hair, hazel eyes, 5'9, sarcastic, dont show alot of emotion on the outside, would do anything for the people I care for, Im very laid back and dont like drama and I love music and the ocean. People think im smart and funny:) Thank you❤

Teen wolf:

Theo Raeken

- you'd probably be a banshee

- you and theo were best friends before he moved away

- and now that he's back you're one of the two banshees of the McCall pack

- so since you were friends before he thinks it's gonna be easy to gain your trust and therefore the pack's

- but as much as you don't want to admit it you agree with stiles

- you think there's something fishy about him

- so you try to stay away from him

- but he's persistent

- he goes from walking you to classes and sitting next to you I'm every one of them

- to climbing through your window during night

- and at first it annoyed you

- but then the late night visits turned into movie nights

- and then eventually turned into make out session on your bed

- but the 'problem' was that he isn't even pretending anymore

- he actually has feelings for you

- that's why he tells the dread doctors not to touch you

- but you still end up the one in Eichen house instead of lydia

- and that's probably the only reason theo leads stiles to you

- because he regrets putting you in danger so much he's even willing to let the mccall pack rescue you

- you can just imagine his face as he watches stiles carry you outside

- theo's not stupid

- he knows about stiles' feelings for you

- but he also knows you don't feel the same

- at least he hopes so

- because in the middle of all this mess

- he fell in love with you

- after you recover you don't want anything to do with him

- he tried to come to your house

- but you locked your windows

- you spent most of your time with either malia, stiles or liam

- that is until you defeat the beast

- and you watch theo get dragged to hell

- you can't stop the tears for falling for two reasons

- one, you actually fell in love with him before you realized he was the bad guy

- and two, because you thought he felt the same

- a few months have past

- the ghost riders came to beacon hills

- when malia, scott, lydia and you came back from canaan where you were looking for stiles because of your vision

- you didn't expect for a certain chimera to be sitting in scott's smiling sheepishly

- and it takes everything in you not to punch him in the face or to lash out on liam for bringing him back

- but malia beats you to it and literally pounces on him

- after scott was able to pull her of off him you take a look at his bloody face

- "you look like shit"

- your words make him chuckle and for the first time in the last couple of months he has a genuine smile on his face

- you just roll your eyes and lead him away to clean his wounds

- and he can't take his eyes off of you the whole time

- "would you punch me if I kissed you right now?"

- "probably"

- "I think I'm gonna do it anyway"

- to your surprise he actually puts one hand on your waist while cupping your cheek with the other and pulls you in for a kiss

- it takes you a second but you kiss him back

- after you pull back he opens up to you about hell

- and how you were the only thing keeping him sane

- as you two kept talking about stuff that happened in the time you were apart you completely forgot the pack of werewolf with supernatural hearing were standing in the living room, being able to here everything you were saying

Harry Potter:

FRED WEASLEY

- you two officially met during the train ride to hogwarts on your third year

- you've seen each other at classes and during the sorting ceremony in the first year

- and of course you knew who he was

- he's one of the weasley twins, who were very popular in your year but you never hung out because you had your own friend group

- but when fred bumped into you while you were getting to the bathroom in the train everything changed for him

- he starred at you for what felt like hours until you snapped him out of it by clearing your throat

- "S-sorry"

- you didn't know fred weasley would actually stutter when a girl would just talk to him

- the thought made you snort

- "are you gonna move or do you want something?"

- he moved out of the way "Right, sorry. I'm-"

- "Oh I know who you are"

- he cracked a small coy smirk "So do I get to know your name?"

- "Maybe some day. If you earn it" you grinned and walk away leaving him to watch as you go

- truth be told of course he knew who you are

- he saw you as soon as you got sorted and sat down at the Gryffindor table

- you never spared a glance at him

- but he's been pinning after you since he came into Hogwarts

- george still doesn't stop teasing him about it

- not that he cares

- he never listens to his brother about girl stuff

- if he did he'd probably start talking to you a while ago

- george is surprised when his brother barges into their compartment and blurts out "I just had a conversation with y/n y/l/n"

- and he can't stop wheezing at his brothers stupidity

- he's been telling him to talk to her for 3 years and when he finally pics up the courage to do it it's when he nearly knocks her over

- fred finally listens to his brother's advice and decides he's gonna try to get closer to you and maybe even ask you go hogsmeade this year

- so he sits next to you at dinner with a huge grin on his face making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion

- you were completely oblivious to your friends knowing smirks and asked him what he was doing

- "Is it that bad I want to sit next to a pretty girl y/l/n?"

- "So you do know my name"

- "I have my courses"

- you didn't expect him to walk you to classes the day after

- or the day after that

- but after a few months you were regularly hanging out with both the twins

- george was like a brother to you and fred was your crush

- not that you'd ever admit it to anyone

- when Christmas came up he finally asked you to go to hogsmeade with him

- alone

- not as friends thought

- his explanation wasn't very subtle

- there was a lot of rambling

- you found it cute and hilarious at the same time

- once you finally ended up dating no one was happier then george

- he'd third wheel occasionally but most of the time he'd leave you two to your date

- you'd help with a lot of pranks

- which landed you in detention

- along with McGonagall finding you two snogging in a random broom closet

#teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #teen wolf headcanons #theo raeken imagine #theo raeken #theo raeken smut #harry potter headcanon #harry potter imagines #harry potter #fred weasley

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bellatrixcarrington · 3 years

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yes it is i, the maker of babes with my third (this is the most i’ve ever had in my life at once so bare with me). you can read more HERE (currently under construction) and there’s some info about her below the cut!

the name is bellatrix but she strictly goes by trixie because she’s tired of all the harry potter jokes

she has three beautiful babies. one from a previous relationship and two with her current boyfriend

she named all of her babies after her favorite movies / books. matilda was named after... matilda. winifred & binx were named from hocus pocus, but winnie was also named from winn-dixie, as that's also one of her nicknames

she's been an actress since she was 16, but was a model before that for gap, old navy, and gymboree when she was a baby / child

very girly and loves to get dressed up

not a party animal but she'll drink with friends and stay sober enough to be the designated driver. she always makes sure she's sober enough before she gets behind the wheel after drinking, and you can read more about that in the next tidbit

TW:DEATH, ALCOHOLISM, CAR ACCIDENT. trixie's dad was an alcoholic. not a bad guy or anything, but he heavily relied on his alcohol. people called him a "fuctioning" alcoholic because he was still aware of things going on and seemed like it didn't even effect him. he was a fantastic father, never disappointed, and was a loving husband to her mother. but... he made one mistake that changed everything. he was drunker than usual when trixie went into labor with binx. the second she called him to let him know his grandson was on the way, he hightailed it to the hospital because he was coming and he was coming fast, baby binx was not waiting for anyone. unfortunately, daddy carrington didn't see that the light was red, he blew through an intersecion and ended up crashing into another vehicle. that vehicle was trixie's. he crashed into his own daughter's car while he was rushing to the hospital to be with her and her mother to help bring the newest addition to the family. everyone ended up being okay, there were only a few cuts and bruises. all except daddy carrington. after he hit trixie's car, he spun and his car wrapped around a pole. he died on the way to the hospital

her father is a very touchy subject, and so is drinking and driving. she always tells people to make sure they sober up before getting behind the wheel. she herself waits until she's under the legal limit before she'll drive after drinking

she's very carefree, but she tries to be safe. she doesn't worry about the worst case scenario but she does take some precaution

loves having girls nights

one of her favorite things is having slumber parties with her friends and all of their kids, it makes for a fun night full of fun memorie and cute baby laughs and squeals

she loves animals with all her heart. she has a pet raccoon that she adopted from a rehabilitation center after finding out that he couldn't be released back into the wild due to an injury he sustained as a baby

competitive, but not in an aggressive way

very supportive of peoples decisions whether she agrees with them or not (unless it's a BAD decision then she's like yikes)

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wunderlass · 5 years

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Heart-Shaped Box

For RIPRoswell Day Three: grief, joy, remembrance, acceptance.

We don’t see Halloween celebrated in season one, but the timing of the finale suggests we’ve passed it by somewhere along the way, probably in the six weeks that passes between episodes eight and nine. It’s implied that Liz and Max haven’t seen each other much, if it at all, during those six weeks. For the purposes of this story, I’m going to act like they did cross paths a handful of times while Liz worked on a cure for Isobel.

Thanks, as always, to @maxortecho for her beta skills. All Spanish errors are mine. Anything Max gets wrong about the traditions are a clueless white girl taking advantage of having a clueless white boy to write about.

For A. 13 years. You picked an apt day to die. No altar, no roadside memorial, but a candle for you tonight.

A cluster of aliens swarms down the street, heading for the patrol car and quickly surrounding it. There’s no escaping them now.

Max slumps back against the headrest and heaves out a weary sigh. Cam is still inside Beam Me Up and they aren’t going anywhere until the kids have finished trick or treating down this road.

Aliens. All of them: ET, Yoda, Buzz Lightyear, a bizarrely adorable xenomorph, and an entire galaxy’s worth of Star Trek characters. It’s a beloved Roswell tradition at Halloween, and one he’s always hated.

One of the kids, a preteen in a generic little green man mask, is jiggling the handle of the car. Max grabs the bucket of candy and rolls down the window to distribute it out to the delighted mass.

They’ve moved on by the time Cam saunters out of the coffee shop, and he doesn’t think it’s a coincidence. She hands him his tea and stares after the motley crew.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it. There’s nobody in sheets pretending to be ghosts. No little witches on broomsticks. Every last one an alien.”

“There are always some rebels,” Max replies.

“Oh yeah?”

“Isobel always had to be a princess. The closest compromise she could reach with my parents was Princess Leia.”

“Is she even an alien?”

“As far as Iz was concerned, she was from a galaxy far, far away, so she couldn’t be human.” It was hard logic for their mother to argue with, especially not when Isobel argued it so decisively. Almost as if his sister was identifying with the idea.

“And you?”

“Me? I wanted to be Harry Potter.” He ducks his head, grinning to himself as he remembers his yearning for a pair of spectacles. He’d practiced drawing a lightning scar on his forehead with his mother’s eyeliner.

Cam laughs. “Figures.”

“Yeah. But my mom insisted I had to keep up the tradition, so she put me in an old bathrobe and sent me as a Jedi instead. I didn’t have the right hair to be Luke Skywalker though.”

That hadn’t been so bad, out of the options. He’d never had to go as a murderous alien, or the little green man, a reminder of his origins and the loss of his people in the crash. His costume had sent Max down a rabbit hole, watching the movies and then discovering all the tie-in novels, marveling at the powers the Jedi had and wondering if they came from the same galaxy. Max didn’t have powers, not yet, just his bond with Isobel, but Jedi powers seemed like a cool trade-off to being an alien. Maybe even better than being a wizard.

Until he got his powers and then it wasn’t cool at all.

“That sounds on your level of nerdery,” Cam says. “And your mom was right, Jedi is cooler than Harry Potter.”

“Hard disagree. If I wasn’t in uniform, I’d be in my wizard robes right now.”

It’s not true. He hasn’t put on a costume since childhood, and this night of all nights isn’t one he observes with any merriment anymore. Instead, it’s a countdown until midnight. That’s the only holiday—holy day in the traditional sense—that he honors these days.

That’s private though. For after their shift is over, under the cover of darkness. When he can head to the cemetery gates.

The cemetery is quiet and still, its gates locked early to keep out any teenagers who might decide it’d be a special kind of thrill to run riot through it tonight. Max has nudged the patrol in this direction several times in their circuits of the city, and Cam was far from suspicious: given Sheriff Valenti’s stern warnings to keep their eyes on it, it made good business sense.

Max left Cam at her door half an hour ago and made his way here instead of heading to his own home. This is the tenth year of his tradition, but the first time he’s visited Rosa’s grave since Liz returned to town. Not since that night he caught Liz herself here after midnight. He doesn’t want to intrude on her, not when he’s promised her space, not when she has every right to her grief and he has no right to her time.

It must have been harder for her to clear the gates—for him, it’s an easy spring and drop onto the path on the other side, flashlight clutched between his teeth. The gates really don’t serve much of a deterrent to anyone, teenagers or drifters alike, but the place is silent around him. Silent as the grave.

He knows he can come up with a better metaphor than that.

Doesn’t matter. He’s not here to write. Tonight he is here to remember, to honor Rosa in ways her family no longer risk publicly. Using the beam from the flashlight, he picks his way through the rows of graves until he finds her. Shoved in a back corner, the grass a little long around here, like even the caretakers don’t want to do right by her. The gravestone is thankfully free of graffiti—he brought stuff to clean it off if he needed to. Instead, from his rucksack he gets out what he’s here to bring.

He’s sure he does this all wrong. It’s not his tradition, and he doesn’t know anyone he can ask for more information, except for Liz. Then she’d know, she’d have to know, and he’s not sure if she’d understand. He isn’t doing this for atonement. He’s simply doing it to keep the memory of a girl who died far too young alive, in his own fumbled way.

Besides, he’s been doing it so long he’s kind of made his own traditions, and it would feel weird to change them now. Even if it was to correct himself.

The first thing out of the rucksack is the bouquet of marigolds. They’re a little crushed and wilted after a day in his locker at the station, but they’re vibrant against the night. He lays them in front of the stone, and though the grass almost swallows them, their orange glow refuses to be diminished.

Next comes the pan de muerto he picked up earlier in the day. They’re only wrapped in a little paper bag, so he’s sure the only thing consuming them year after year are rats, but it was in the list when he Googled all those years ago. He doesn’t even know if Rosa liked them. He’s not even sure if he likes them: after all this time, he’s never been able to bring himself to try one. They’re too associated with the girl he’s offering them to, and the thought of swallowing them chokes him, guilt rising like bile.

Third, he pulls out the cardboard cup to put next to the bread. He had to quit leaving thermoses out here, knowing they were only getting broken or stolen. This is the cheaper, more environmentally friendly option. Others might have brought a bottle of tequila, but he cannot in good conscience leave that for Rosa. Instead he brings her tea: good tea, his favorite, now cold but still aromatic.

And lastly, his calavera literaria.

It’s not in Spanish. It has no humor to it, because that’s never been his strong suit, and to joke with her or about her is too intimate for a girl he barely knew. But the little poem he writes for her every year is the best he can do, a small exchange of his soul for hers. This, he tucks down into the grass, hoping it will be rotten long before the grass is cut or anyone comes to the grave.

He doesn’t say a word. He can never find the words when he’s here, not like he can when he has a pen in his hand and the entire year to think of what to say to her next. The hundred ways he can apologize and it never be enough, never fix what happened. Rosa would probably laugh if she got a chance to read these poems, like she did when she read his letter to Liz. Laugh, shove him away, remind him he’s a stupid boy. And he wouldn’t stop her.

His ritual complete, Max wends his way back to the gates. The wind rustles through the grass, and he almost wishes he could hear it whispering to him, the sound taking on a voice. What words would it say to him? Forgiveness? Not likely.

But the wind is just the wind. This is just a field on the edge of the desert, where the people of this town plant their bones and pretend their loved ones are here when they visit. The dead are just the dead, and there’s no changing that.

The cruel irony of this night is that to get home from the cemetery, he must drive along the road where he staged the crash with his siblings. He has learned to avert his eyes when he passes by—if he does, instead of taking the long way around, but that’s not feasible at this time of night. He’s in that state of exhaustion where he’s becoming wired up again, and that makes him a dangerous driver. It’s not much of an issue on roads as quiet as these, but he needs to get home and find ways of subduing himself.

Instead he grips the wheel and tries to keep his gaze off to one side, away from the three memorial crosses wedged into the roadside dirt. All he needs to be aware of are headlights, ahead or behind, otherwise he can drive half in a trance and he’s only a danger to himself.

Just this once, there are headlights. And they aren’t on the road. They’re stationary, at the side of the road.

He’s alert enough not to slam the brakes, instead allowing his Jeep to roll to a stop near the lights. His eyes adjust to make out the scene through his window, and he swallows.

A car is parked beside the memorial, engine off but lights on. A car he recognizes.

He should keep driving, but it looks weird now he’s slowed down. In fact, she’s turned to look at him, her brow wrinkled in question, her stance alert, tense. She’s expecting trouble.

He rolls down the window to show who he is, to prove she’s in no danger.

“Liz,” he says over the rumble of his engine. He’s not seen her in a few weeks, not since Isobel went into the pod. She’s a sight for sore eyes, but one he tries not to look at too intensely, averting his eyes into the shadows around her. It’s like trying not to look at the sun during an eclipse. It’s like trying not to look at god. It will be painful afterwards, but it might just be worth the pain.

She smiles, but it’s tense. Things are still weird between them. Things will likely always be weird between them, and he knows better than to hope for different. She deserves her anger.

He knows better than to ask her what she’s doing here, especially given that she’s clutching her own garland of marigolds. Rosa’s makeshift cross is upright, a sorry rarity.

Max wonders if Liz has ever built an ofrenda for her sister. It seems unlikely, given what he knows of her scattered adulthood and the emotional ties she’d cut with Rosa.

There’s nothing to say. So he says the first stupid thing that comes into his head. “You’re not in costume.”

Her breath hitches and her fingers tighten around the flower stems.

“Sorry. That’s--”

“I don’t really celebrate Halloween,” she says. “Not since Rosa…it doesn’t feel right.”

He thinks that’s the end of it. The awkwardness lies heavily between them, a veil he cannot breach. But where he shrinks into silence, Liz seeks to escape it.

“She always did the most elaborate costumes,” she says. “She only learned to sew so she could make her own costumes, and she’d paint my face for Día de los Muertos. I loved them so much, I always insisted she painted my face for Halloween too, even though she told me it was silly, that everyone in town dresses as aliens so we had to as well.” It’s the word aliens that brings her back to the awkwardness, her voice trailing off as she finishes the sentence.

“I remember,” Max says fondly. “Rosa with her face painted silver, but you with floral patterns all over your skin.”

“Papi always goes overboard at Halloween, and we hated it. We thought it was so cheesy. It was one of Rosa’s earliest acts of rebellion—she wanted to be a bruja. Or Selena.”

Liz is smiling, though sadness tugs at the corners of her mouth. She shakes her head, looking away from him, her gaze tracing the road he has just driven down.

“Where are you coming from at this time of night?” she asks, and the question is so unexpected that he stills, glad her stare hasn’t returned to him. She always can see him. Through him.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” she says, and it’s almost teasing. “There’s nothing much that way. Nothing except…” She pauses and looks back at the roadside cross “...Rosa.”

“I laid flowers on her grave.” The words are out before he can stem their flow.

Once again, she takes him by surprise. “That’s you?”

“I didn’t know anybody ever noticed,” he replies.

She nods. “My father goes on Día de los Muertos. It’s safer that day than any other day—the other girls weren’t Mexican, their families don’t visit that day. Only the other Mexican families do, and they look after papi.”

Max resists the urge to cringe until he folds into himself. To think that Arturo might have read his poems…

“He said somebody was visiting her grave,” she continues. “But he thought it was maybe a boyfriend of hers. Certainly no gringo.” She smiles again, and this time it’s teasing, light. “Though this does explain why you’ve been wasting the pan de muerto. You’re supposed to eat it, not give a whole bag to the local rodent population.”

He takes a deep breath. “I know…I know this doesn’t—”

But she silences him with a shake of her head. “Not tonight.”

She turns her back to him, crouching to place the marigolds underneath the wooden cross. For a moment he thinks this is a dismissal, but when her hands are free she turns back to him.

“Come on, pull over. I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

It takes a few moments for him to get context. She crosses to her car, reaches into the passenger seat, and brings out a little white cake box. He knows what’s in it. Shame and bile rise in unison.

The only thing he can do is follow her instructions, pulling to the side of the road and turning his engine off to give himself a moment to collect himself.

Then she’s at his window with the lid open on the box, the sugar crystals on the pan de muerto sparkling in the stark brightness of the twin headlamps. He doesn’t smile, but takes the offering reverently.

It’s soft in his hand, softer still between his teeth. Sweet, delicate, a hint of anise. This isn’t what his guilt tastes like.

Liz closes the lid, watching him as he chews. She doesn’t say anything, and for the first time he notices the lack of anger in her expression. He never thought she’d look at him without a hint of fury, but either she’s cloaking it well or she’s forgotten it in this moment. He grasps the moment, commits it to his memory for when her anger returns.

He doesn’t choke on the first bite, or the next, or the next. Maybe he won’t choke on it after all.

#roswell new mexico #riproswell #fic #rnm echo #liz ortecho #max evans

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ryqoshay · 5 years

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Heavenly Life: Cursed Blood

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~5.8k Rating: T Warning: Fanciful Depictions of Violence Fanfic Fandom: Love Live! Sunshine!! AU: Angelic Time Frame: ??? Story Arc: Stand Alone Event: Fictober19 Prompts: 1, 2, 4, 6, 10, 11, 13, 17, 22, 25, 30

Author’s Note: So I guess I’m writing a third fic now...

This chapter serves a dual purpose. First and foremost, it is a proof of concept for an idea that has been brewing in the back of my mind since I first starting writing Happy Life. And second, it is my entry for the Fictober19 event.

Worth mentioning that readers need not have read Happy Life or watched Love Live to understand what is going on in this fic. However, those who have watched or read may find the occasional Easter egg.

Links to Happy Life, the Fictober19 list, and the like will be in the Followup Post.

Edit: It was brought to my attention over on AO3 that I may have been overly cautious with my warnings and rating. Thus, after consulting a few other readers, I decided to downgrade things a bit. I don’t believe the violence depicted in this work will exceed the likes of what was shown in the Harry Potter movies, which retained PG and PG-13 ratings. Also, I do not intend the violence to ever truly be the focus of the story, merely a framing device and a consequence of the setting. The characters and their interactions should always take center stage as far as I’m concerned. As such, I shall try modifying the warning to “Fanciful Depictions of Violence” and the rating to T, and see if that works.

“So, they’ve made it this far…” The blue-haired girl observed from her perch above the chaos.

She hadn’t been summoned to battle, though she hadn’t expected to be, but there had been no ignoring the pillars of smoke rising or the sounds of battle coming from the direction of the gates. Upon arrival to her current position, it was immediately apparent that this was one of the more aggressive invasions in quite a while. Below, countless combatants fought to the death with all manner of sword and sorcery. Blades flashed. Magicks shimmered. Yet another chapter in the story of their eternal war was being written as she watched.

“Are we to join them?” A voice asked.

“Of course.” The girl replied to black kitten that had materialized on her shoulder. “This is our home as well, so I’ll be damned if I don’t help defend it.”

“You will likely be damned anyway.”

“You know what I mean!” She protested before gently swatting her familiar atop his head. “Anyway,” Her hand slid down to scratch under his chin “if nothing else, it will be fun. Trust me.”

“Always. I’m with you, you know that.” He replied before dematerializing. “See you on the battlefield, Master.” His voice emanated from the æther.

With a shrug of her shoulders, wings as dark as the Void sprouted from them and with a single flap, she was borne aloft. Then, with only a thought, her body was rendered invisible to all but all but the most powerful of entities. Finally, she descended into the fray.

Her first target was selected with ease, a single demon that had pushed a bit too far and was now separated from the rest of his line. Despite being alone, he stood pridefully over the broken bodies of several angels she did not readily recognize. Not that she cared much for their identities, and the angles would be reborn soon enough anyway, but the assault still required a response.

“Welcome to Hell Zone!” The blue-haired girl sneered as she became visible to the demon.

“Hell wha?” He baulked in confusion before a black dagger embedded itself in his chest. He grunted and reached to remove it, but before he could touch the hilt, the dagger dissolved, filling the wound with dark energies.

“Here, have another on me.” The girl said as a second dagger appeared near her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it hurling toward her foe.

This time, the demon made no attempt to remove the summoned blade and instead raised one of his own, a giant axe almost as big as the girl herself. With a roar of anger, the demon charged. For her part, the blue-haired girl merely put a finger to her eye, pulled down its lid and stuck out her tongue. A mighty swing cleaved her from shoulder to hip, but her taunting smirk never faltered, even as her body dissolved.

“Wrong one.” The girl cooed into the demon’s ear from behind.

Before he could react, the toe of an ebon scythe protruded from his belly. “H-how…?” was all he managed to get out before the girl heaved upward to repay the favor bestowed on the duplicate she had left when teleporting.

“One down.” The girl cheered, twirling her scythe in triumph a few times before it disappeared.

“And hundreds, if not thousands more to go.” Her familiar stated from wherever he was. “We should find more, it has been far too long since I last tasted demon.”

“There’s one right here.” The girl gestured to the slain demon at her feet.

“Weakling.” Her familiar grumbled. “One defeated by you alone is not worthy of my fangs.”

“Hey!” She protested. “He faced off against all of these guys before we got here, surly they did some damage before going down.”

“A fair point.” The familiar conceded. “But I sense a more powerful foe in the next passage over. Shall we?”

A groan caught the blue-haired girl’s attention before she could reply. “Ah, still alive, are we?” She asked of one of the angels on the ground.

The angel’s eyes focused on the girl standing over her. “Cursed Blood?” She growled in recognition.

The girl rolled her eyes.

“Begone! Remove thy foul aura from my presence!”

“Tch…” The girl shook her head. “Yeah, yeah. I know you didn’t ask for it, but you’re welcome for the save anyway.” With that, she turned and headed toward the gates and the heart of the battle. “Ingrate.” She tossed over her shoulder.

The blue-haired girl took to the air and disappeared from view. Upon clearing the building between the passages, she immediately realized her familiar was wrong. There wasn’t a powerful foe over here, rather there were several. However, that did not stop her familiar from materializing, in his monstrous battle form, beside one of the demons and clamping his jaws down on its legs, nearly hewing it off in one bite.

Not one to be left out of the fun, the blue-haired girl made a sweeping motion with her arm, summoning half a dozen daggers along its arc. The act of casting dispersed her invisibility, but the demons below barely noticed as their attention was focused on the giant cat attacking them. Of course, when the daggers rained down upon them, along with a bout of laughter, she was harder to ignore.

With each foe felled, the blue-haired girl became more excited. With each injury incurred, she became angrier. The manic mix of emotions drove her deeper into the invading forces. Her daggers flew in all directions, piercing all in their path. Her summoned scythe separated souls and limbs alike. And her decoys distracted the demons to allow her every dirty and demoralizing trick she could think of to destroy them.

At her side, her familiar fought as well. His claws shredded lesser foes while his fangs ripped sizable chunks out of the bigger ones. She was vaguely aware that he had likely swallowed at least thrice his own weight in demon, even with his larger form, but she cared little, so long as he was able to keep up with her.

This was her life. This was what she lived for. Life in this place was only interesting when the enemy invaded, which had been less frequent as of late. No doubt they had been building up their forces for this attack, so there was a chance that once repelled, they might stay away for a while. All the more reason to make the best of this assault and get in as many kills as possible.

Of course, there were plenty of angels around also engaged in battle. And while some were grateful for her assistance, if put off by her tactics, most treated her as had the one she had saved from the first demon. But their jeers and sneers went ignored as the blue-haired girl focused solely on the fight.

All was going well, or at least well enough. She and her familiar had just repelled an attempted ambush and were ready to move on when…

“Wait!” The blue-haired girl was halted by a hand grabbing her wrist.

She wheeled around. “What are you…” Her snarl was cut short as her gaze fell upon a redheaded girl and she immediately stopped trying to break free from the surprisingly strong hold.

Holy hell…

She was beautiful. A true angel.

Auburn tresses flowed down past her shoulders. A small, pink flower adorned a clip that held aside her bangs, but only on the right side for some reason. A few other highlights of pink stood out against the otherwise expected shades of blue and purple of the standard battle armor. Golden caps imbued her wings with a sapphire hue of angelic magic.

Golden…

By the gods… The girl’s golden gaze made the blue-haired girl’s heart want to sprout its own wings and take flight.

“Are you alright?” Her voice… “You look like you need healing.”

“I’m…” The blue-haired girl’s voice cracked, forcing her to clear her throat before trying again. “I’m fine.”

“You have a spear sticking through you.” The redhead stated firmly. “You are not fine.” She reached for the weapon in question but recoiled as though touching a hot stove.

“Careful with that.” The blue-haired girl warned.

“How is it not burning you?”

“Perks of the Curse, I suppose.” She shrugged.

The redhead’s eyes never left the spear, and after a moment of silence, her expression became one of determination. She took a deep breath and reached for it again.

“Hey, what are you…?” The blue-haired girl protested, turning in an attempt to keep the spear out of reach.

However, the redhead was too quick and was able to grab hold. “I’m sorry, but this might hurt a bit.” She explained before hauling back. Hard.

The blue-haired girl’s face twisted in pain as the spear was pulled free, but no more than half a second later, a warm, soothing sensation began spreading from the wound. She looked down to see the redhead’s hands glowing with a gentle pink aura as they fed healing magicks into her.

“There, that should do for now.” The redhead patted the area she had just healed.

“Thank you…” the blue-haired girl said after a moment. “But… why?”

The redhead blinked. “What do you mean, why?”

“Why did you heal me?”

“I’m a healer?”

“Yes, I know, but…”

“I mean, you’re an angel, right?”

“Technically…”

“But you’re at least on our side, right?”

“You mean you didn’t know before you…?”

“I assumed as much after watching you kill those demons, including the one who ran you through with that spear.” The other girl tilted her head with an expression of both confusion and concern. “Would you have preferred I not have healed you?”

“That’s not what I meant, I… uhm…” The blue-haired girl’s shoulders slumped. “I guess I’m just not used to it.”

“Not used to being healed?”

“Not around here, no.”

The redhead furrowed her brow as her concern grew. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“Perhaps it isn’t” The blue-haired girl admitted. “But such is the case for one of a cursed bloodline like me.”

“Cursed blood…” The redhead repeated. “Is that why your wings are…”

“Black? Yeah. They kinda stand out, don’t they.”

“They’re unique.” The hint of a smile tugged at the other girl’s lips. “And they suit you. I think they’re quite lovely.”

Lovely…? The blue-haired girl felt heat rise to her cheeks.

“A-a-anyway, I… should get back to the battle.” The blue-haired girl tried to get her composure back together. “Those demons aren’t going to defeat themselves.” She forced a chuckle. “Oh, but before I go, might I ask of you a favor?”

“Certainly.”

“Would you be willing to heal my familiar as well?”

“Absolutely.”

As if on cue, the air between them shimmered for a second before a black cat popped into existence. The redhead’s smile grew as she held out her hands, upon which the cat alighted.

“You have my thanks, m’lady.” The familiar offered his gratitude.

“And with that…” The blue-haired girl turned.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” The redhead reached out to touch her shoulder.

“Hm?” She turned back.

“I actually have a favor to ask of you as well, if you don’t mind.”

Mind? Did she mind? Certainly, part of her wanted to hasten her return to the fray, knowing full well it would take a few kills to ramp herself back up into her frenzy. But a different part of her wanted to do just about anything the redhead might ask.

“… Perhaps…” was the answer she heard come out of her mouth.

“I need help locating our captain.”

“Our captain?”

“Of the defense force?”

“Not my captain.”

“Oh…”

“No, sorry.” The blue-haired girl shook her head. “I know who you mean, I just… never mind.” She paused for a moment to think. “You know, I haven’t seen her out here yet, so she’s probably still back in the cathedral. Probably planning her counter strike.”

“Where is the cathedral?”

The blue-haired girl raised an eyebrow. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“I was just transferred.”

“You picked a hell of a time to arrive.” She couldn’t help scoffing.

“So it would seem.”

��Anyway, I’d say follow me as I know the area, but…” She glanced at her familiar. “How does the path look?”

The cat turned in the direction of cathedral and concentrated for a moment. “Not good.” He stated.

“Right, so teleporting it is.”

“Teleporting?” The redhead inquired.

“Yup. It’s going to take me a few jumps, but just hold on and trust me.”

“Alrii~aaah!?” The redhead panicked as she was suddenly several meters in the air, holding on to… nothing?

“Sorry, sorry.” The blue-haired girl apologized. “Force of habit with the invisibility, but I got you, you won’t fa… never mind.”

Of course she wouldn’t fall. She’s an angel. She’s got her own wings. The blue-haired girl mentally chastised herself.

Despite this observation, the redhead still clung tightly to her as though she was actually afraid of falling. And while the behavior struck the blue-haired girl as odd, she had to admit she didn’t particularly mind it. In fact, the redhead’s anxious expression was rather… cute.

A couple jumps later, the two landed in the courtyard of the cathedral.

“Ah, you’re here!” A blonde girl in front of a couple dozen angelic troops exclaimed happily as she stared directly at the blue-haired girl.

Gods damn it… She should have remembered that there was no hiding from one as powerful as her.

“<Now, now.>” The blonde said in an ancient tongue as she sauntered past the redhead and over to her. “<You should know better than to blaspheme in front of me.>” She wrapped her arms tightly around the blue-haired girl and with a single spoken syllable, forced her to dismiss her invisibility.

“<As if you actually care. Hey, let go!>” The blue-haired girl struggled vainly against the strong embrace. “Oh for the love of…”

“Hmmm?”

The blue-haired girl growled. “Here, hug him.” She reached over and snatched her familiar out of the æther. “You two always get along so well anyway.”

“<Pretty kitty!>” The blonde cried, releasing the blue-haired girl in favor of her cat.

“Hmph… I should just transfer his contract over to you one of these days.” The blue-haired girl grumbled as she watched her familiar snuggle against the blonde and start purring.

“Captain?” One of the other angels attempted to get his leader’s attention.

“Yes?” The blonde responded as she began to scratch the cat behind his ears.

“Our battle plan?”

“Oh yes, of course. Well, with our new arrivals, the plans have changed.” She gestured to the two girls beside her, flatly ignoring the looks of disapproval from many of her troops. “Give me a moment to debrief them.”

“Hey, I just came to deliver her.” The blue-haired girl said jutting her chin toward the redhead. “And now I’ll get out of your hair and back to doing what I do best.”

“The demons’ general is Jhank” The blonde stated, her entire demeanor becoming more somber as she dropped the name like a hammer.

The blue-haired girl cursed in the ancient tongue, ignoring the twitch of the blonde’s eye. “You know I’m not powerful enough to take him down, right?” She said after a moment. “I mean I suppose I can help, but on my own, his regeneration can overcome anything I can dish out. Hell, I don’t think your little squad here could take him on.” She glanced at the gathered troops, making a rude gesture in response to several leers. “You on the other hand.” She pointed to the blonde. “If you did your thing, we could have a chance. But you’d need the right window of opportunity. And for that you’d need a good…” It clicked in her mind. She closed her eyes, tilted back her head and released a sigh. “Distraction.”

“I knew I could count on you.” The blonde nodded.

The blue-haired girl gritted her teeth. “I haven’t agreed yet.”

“I know you will do what is right, eventually.”

“You know you’re going to owe me big for this, right?”

“Anything. Whatever your little heart desires.” There was no teasing in the blonde’s tone, she was dead serious. And that managed to bother the blue-haired girl more.

“I’d ask for that in writing, but I doubt we have time.”

“You know I never break my word.”

“Yes, but… oh never mind. Let’s just… get this over with.” The blue-haired girl flapped her wings once to take her up half a meter. “C’mon.” She said to her familiar. “I don’t think I’ll need you to show me the way, even I can sense that power.” She began to drift listlessly in the direction of the city gate.

“Uhm…” The redhead spoke up.

“Yes, I’ll be needing you to help protect my troops.” The blonde stated, finally acknowledging the other girl’s presence.

“Alright…” The redhead’s gaze drifted toward the departing blue-haired girl.

“She’s not one of my troops.”

“But…”

“She’ll be fine.”

“You guys coming or are you just going to stay here and chat?” The blue-haired girl tossed over her shoulder.

She didn’t wait for a response before she cast her invisibility and took flight. She avoided teleporting so as not to leave the others too far behind and ensuring the distraction she was expected to make would not be unnecessarily extended. Still, she made pretty good time in traveling to the gate, as she wasn’t stopping to fight every single demon along the way.

There he was, the lumbering behemoth of a demonic general. Jhank. The blue-haired girl wasn’t quite sure, but he seemed bigger than the last time she had seen him. His aura had changed as well. He was stronger now than she remembered.

For the briefest of moments, the blue-haired girl wondered if the blonde would be able to succeed in taking him down, even with perfect timing and aim. But she immediately dismissed the thought. She would have to have faith in the blonde, because if she failed… she didn’t want to think about that.

She approached the general from behind as he engaged a handful of angelic guards. She knew the latter didn’t stand a chance but would probably last long enough for her to make a quick analysis of the area to finalize her part of the plan. Landing near the entrance of a sizable stone structure and leaning against a stone pillar, she summoned a dagger.

Here goes nothing… She sent the summoned blade forth to strike the general squarely between the shoulders.

Jhank barely seemed to notice and finished off the last two angels with a single swing. He then reached behind himself to where the dagger had hit and scratched as though itching a insect bite. Finally, he turned toward his attacker.

“You.” The general pointed at the girl. “You’re a Tsushima.”

“Yes. I’m aware.” She crossed her arms defiantly as he approached. “Your point?”

The general leaned down until his face was barely a centimeter from hers. The two stared, unblinking at each other for what seemed like an eternity. The intense aura between them spread out, catching the attention of nearby combatants until an eye of uneasy calm had formed amidst the storm of battle.

Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. “Are you sure you’re fighting on the right side?”

“You asked me that last time and my answer hasn’t changed.” The girl replied defiantly.

“I see.” He stood back up to full height. “It’s been a while since I fought a Tsushima.”

“I know.”

Jhank’s laugh was like a landslide bearing down on a small village. “Ah yes, remind me, little one, how that fight went.”

“It didn’t end well.”

“For you.”

“Or anyone.”

“On your side.”

“Sure…” The blue-haired girl decided not to point out the losses on his side because she was well aware the general cared little for those below him, so long as he achieved victory.

“So, are you expecting a different outcome this time?”

“Of course.”

“Very well.” With speed that belied his size, he brought his sword down upon the girl, carving through her and the pillar as though they were little more than sea foam.

From her new position, the blue-haired girl watched her decoy disappear under the collapsing stone and prepared another shot. However, no sooner had the blade manifested than a red glow appeared around the general’s off hand. A hand that was pointing directly at her.

Two spells narrowly missed colliding in the middle as they both sped toward their targets.

“Tch…” The blue-haired girl barely dodged the fiery ball of energy, but when it exploded against the wall behind her, she was still peppered with shrapnel. The burning scent of brimstone filled her nose. Hellfire.

“You think I don’t remember your tricks?”

Not good. Not good. Very much not good! The girl thought as she sought a new vantage point. Not only did Jhank remember her abilities, he had gained new ones of his own. She cursed as she dodged another blast that set ablaze a statue that by all rights should not have been flammable. By the gods, how long was the blonde going to take?

A fierce roar caught her attention and she looked in time to see her familiar materialize and clamp his jaws down on the general’s leg.

“Blasted cat!” The general growled, swinging his sword.

Fortunately for the familiar, in battle form, his fur was as strong as any shield and the blade bounced off his side. Unfortunately, the sheer force of the blow still managed to deal damage.

Seeing an opening, the blue-haired girl teleported directly behind the general and summoned her scythe. However, the general, true to his point about knowing her tricks, swung his sword, seemingly blindly, behind him. Thus, instead of getting in a strike, she was forced to block.

The girl chastised herself for being predictable. Then how about…

She teleported into a position hovering just in front of Jhank who raised a curious eyebrow. She made quick eye contact with her familiar, who seemed to understand, before raising her scythe. The general wielded his blade around from the other direction, making it obvious he had no intent to block. But halfway through his swing, the familiar planted his feet and pulled, throwing the general off balance just enough for the blue-haired girl to dodge. She immediately used the opportunity to drive her blade into his chest.

“Not bad.” Jhank admitted. “I actually feel that.”

“Good, now feel this.” She heaved up to… do nothing. “Geh?”

The general chuckled as the girl quickly dismissed her blade and prepared to flee.

“<Lock on!>” A distant shout could be heard over the din of battle.

The blue-haired girl groaned as the tone the blonde chose was far too cheerful for what the situation warranted. Not that she was typically any better, but…

From on high, pure white energy radiated down like a sunbeam. A deadly laser that pounded down on the general, melting his armor almost immediately. For the first time since the blue-haired girl had arrived, his expression became one of pain. He tried to move out of the way of the attack, but found himself hindered by a sizable cat still attached to his leg.

Hindered, but not completely immobile, and he managed about half a meter with effort. However, black tendrils suddenly sprang up from the ground and wrapped themselves around his limbs.

“What the hell?” He bellowed.

“You’re not the only one who learned new spells.” The blue-haired girl said from nearby.

She clenched her fist and made a gesture as though pulling something down. Obeying the command, the tendrils began dragging the general back under the beam. For his part, the familiar redoubled his own efforts in the brutal tug-of-war.

This is it. The blue-haired girl allowed herself a smile as the general was set ablaze by the holy light. She was, however, a bit disappointed that he was not screaming in agony, despite having collapsed to his hands and knees. In fact, she was rather surprised as to how calm he had suddenly become.

“Vignari.” Jhank intoned.

“What?”

“Vignari.”

“Wait, no!”

“Yth shio wielg vhira!”

“Oh gods…”

“Tsushi

“Still here, are you?”

The redhead looked up to see the blonde enter the room and offered her a smile in greeting.

“Yeah…”

“You can’t leave her alone, can you?”

“I am a healer, you know.”

“I also know that I ordered you to protect my troops, not her.”

The redhead felt her smile fade. “But, I…”

“May I ask why?” The blonde cut her off. “Why did you disobey my order? Why did you risk yourself to protect her?”

“I… don’t know.” The redhead admitted as she turned her gaze to the blue-haired girl on the bed. “There’s just… There is just something about her…”

“Something?”

“Something that makes me want to protect her.”

The blonde snorted and the redhead looked up to see her making a poor effort to hold back a smile before eventually laughing.

“<It’s fine. It’s fine.>” The blonde waved off her previous seriousness as she approached the bed. “I had others who were able to make barriers to protect us. Not as strong as yours, but…”

“…”

“And I’m not mad.” The blonde continued. “In fact, I’m quite grateful. You know, she could use more friends like you. Honestly, she could use more friends in general, but I think someone like you in her life would do her a world of good. Might keep her out of trouble.” Her smile turned into a smirk as she gave the redhead a visual inspection that seemed to linger far too long in certain places, making the redhead shift uncomfortably. “Or maybe get her into some trouble.”

“Get her into…?”

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking. You’re reputation precedes you, Rikocchi; you’re a rule follower. But you don’t always have to break rules to get into trouble.”

“I’m… not sure I get it.”

“And who knows, perhaps I can use you to finally convince her to join me.”

“Join you?”

“I said earlier she isn’t one of my troops, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to have her under my command.” The captain explained. “As I’m sure you’ve seen, her skills would be invaluable to the defense of this area. And I’d prefer to have more control over them.”

“In other words, you want to put a leash on her?”

“Mmm… I think I’ll leave that up to you.”

Riko felt her cheeks heat up. “C-Captain Ohara!”

“Just Mari is fine. I’ve never been one to care much about all the formalities of rank and whatever.”

“But your other troops…”

“Yeah, I know, it bugs me, but I’ve pretty much given up on them. But you’re new, so maybe…” Mari considered before shrugging. “Anyway, I need to go make a report to Her.” The captain’s tone shifted strangely when she mentioned Her. “But there is one more thing.”

“Oh?”

“When she wakes up, tell that you have an idea about my debt.”

“I do?”

“She’ll know what you mean.” She winked, spun and was out the door before Riko could inquire further.

“Is she gone?”

Riko jolted at the unexpected question coming from the blue-haired girl. “Y-You’re awake?”

“I am.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Pretty much everything.” The blue-haired girl opened her eyes and smiled when her gaze fell on the small cat sleeping on her chest. “Hey, boy.” She cooed gently, running a hand from head to tail a few times, causing him to start purring. “So it was you I heard calling my name at the end there.” She stated, turning back to the redhead.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you.”

“Though I am curious if you actually needed it.” The cat interjected.

“Phobetor!” The blue-haired girl swatted him gently. “Even if I didn’t, it was still a kind gesture.”

“You didn’t need my shield?” Riko inquired, confused.

“My master is practically indestructible.” Phobetor stated.

“Practically?”

“Practically.” The blue-haired girl confirmed. “Jhank’s self-destruction spell was extremely powerful and your shield is the main reason I’m still here…” A thought occurred to her. “Say, why aren’t you over there?” She pointed to the other bed in the room. “Weren’t you right next to me when your shield broke?”

“I’m sorry.” Riko turned her gaze down and to the side. “I only had time to throw up an emergency barrier. I couldn’t cast all of the other personal protections on you that I already had on me.”

“Anyway, without your protection, that blast probably would have killed me.”

“Killed? But I thought you just said…”

“I’d’ve come back.” The blue-haired girl shrugged.

“You would be reborn?”

“No, I go through a bit of a different process. It’s…” She paused and put her fingers to her mouth in thought. “Listen, I can’t explain it, just trust me, it’s different. Less time consuming, but more painful.”

“Painful?”

“Extremely. And you saved me from that…” She winced as she tried to sit up and instead clutched at her side. “Or, maybe just most of it.” She barely noticed her familiar rolling off her chest before settling back down on her lap.

“I’m sorry!” Riko rushed forward to put her hand where the other girl was holding and cast a healing spell.

The blue-haired girl chuckled. “I’m fine.”

“You also think you’re fine when you’re impaled on a spear.”

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”

“No, I’m not.” Riko shook her head. “For all I knew, that could have killed you.”

“And I just told you that I’d’ve come back.”

“And you just told me that doing so would be extremely painful.”

The blue-haired girl opened her mouth to counter but was cutoff as the redhead continued.

“As a healer and protector, it is my duty to ward against such things.” Riko crossed her arms decisively. “You seem like the type who is bad at taking care of yourself, so I intend to keep an eye on you. And as Mari said, you could use someone in your corner.”

“I’ve got Phobetor. I’m fine.”

“As fine as…”

“Alright, alright, I get it.” The blue-haired girl held up her hands. “I’m sorry, I just… I guess I’m not used to anyone caring so much, or at all really; they’re always so turned off by the whole cursed blood thing.” She sighed. “Mari cares, but sometimes I think it’s only because she sees me as another tool to used, another weapon to be wielded.”

“I get the feeling she cares more than she lets on.”

“Maybe…” The blue-haired girl shrugged. “But you know it’s not always like this.”

“Like what?”

“This.” She gestured widely to everything and nothing in particular. “This whole waking up in a bed thing after falling in battle. Usually I wake up where I fell. Or somewhere else; don’t ask. But never in a comfortable, clean bed with a friendly face smiling at me. I never knew it could be this way, but I think I could get used to it.”

“Or maybe you could get used to not pushing so hard and fighting to the point where you fall in battle?”

“Hrm…” The girl in the bed considered. “I don’t think that’s going to happen… although… Perhaps with your shields and wards and whatnot.”

“They can only do so much, as you’ve seen.”

“You came out of that blast unscathed, did you not?”

“I had some healing I needed to do on myself afterward.”

“But not as much as on me.”

“No, not as much as… why do you seem happy about that?”

“Because I survived.” The blue-haired girl proclaimed with a grin. “Another notch on the belt. Another achievement I can claim that ordinary angels would be incapable of.”

Riko observed the other girl warily for a moment before asking. “Is this war just a game to you?”

“Well…” The blue-haired girl rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, as though realizing her faux pas.

“Yes.” Phobetor stated in her stead, earning another swat.

“I mean, what else is there in life?”

“There are plenty of…” Riko started.

“What else is there in my life?” The blue-haired girl quickly corrected. “I mean here I am caught between two side at war, neither of whom really want me for me, but both are willing to use my power… so…”

The room fell into silence, an awkward silence that felt like it was lasting far too long.

“Perhaps,” Riko was the first to speak “maybe I can help change that?”

“You’d be willing to do that for me?” The blue-haired girl seemed like she wanted to believe, but her life experience warned her otherwise.

“I would.” The redhead stated definitively. “And not just out any sort of sense of duty either, in case you’re worried about that.”

The blue-haired girl stared at the redhead, gears spinning in her mind. Finally, a smile pulled at her lips. “I’d like that.”

“Good.” Riko nodded. “So, Tsushima, that’s your family name, right?”

“It is.”

“What is your given name?”

“You may call me Yohane.” A prideful declaration.

“Johannes?”

“Her name is Yoshiko.” Phobetor said.

“Curse you!” Yoshiko scolded her familiar.

“I’m no more cursed than you.” The cat seemed to shrug. “Because of you, I might add.”

“Because of…?” Riko tilted her head.

“As her familiar, my soul is bound to hers, and through said bond, the curse of her bloodline afflicts me as well.” He explained in a matter-of-fact tone. “However, be it labelled a curse, it has allowed me access to powers I would have lacked had I been summoned by a normal angel. To that end, I am grateful to serve Yoshiko as my master.”

“It’s Yohane!” Yoshiko insisted. “And of course you should be grateful to be my most elite familiar.”

“You’re only familiar.”

Yoshiko growled in frustration as Riko chuckled at the interaction as she got the feeling this was a fairly common thing between the two.

“So, Yochanan was it?” Riko asked after a moment.

“Yohane.”

“How about Yocchan?”

The blue-haired girl’s expression changed, and pink began to dust her cheeks. “A-alright…” She stuttered out. “B-b-but only Riri can call me by such a cute name.”

“Riri?”

“It’s only fair that I get to call you by a cute nickname as well.”

Well, it wasn’t exactly a name she would have chosen for herself, Riko couldn’t deny that the name was kind of cute. Kind of… maybe…

“You know, now that I’m awake,” Yoshiko continued, “I could really eat something.” As if on cue, her stomach grumbled.

Riko laughed as she stood up. “Alright, I’ll go see what I can find.”

“Oh, and whatever you find, bring some for Phobetor as well.”

“Alright.”

As the redhead made her exit, the blue-haired girl settled back down on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she thought this moment might mark the start of a new life. A more… heavenly life.

Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#fictober19 #YohaRiko #YoshiRiko #Sakurauchi Riko #Tsushima Yohane #Love Live Sunshine #Heavenly Life #fanfic #Tsushima Yoshiko

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