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daughterofbearsandrivers · 1 month

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Horror | 1.0 `yautja`

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Vague imagery of honey dipped college memories suddenly tainted with screaming and the indescribable sensation of hearing literal bodies being torn into pieces. The cracking of ribs so each bone snapped from the sheer pressure, flesh squished together as blood vessels burst and spewed out geysers of blood mixed in with their bodily fluids. The stomach lining, organs, soft fleshy innards not covered by bone was consumed like hard liquor on Saturday club night.

Being hit by a car or shanked for belongings in parking lot would've been considered a calculated mercy or bittersweet memory compared to the last moments of the town's population in the past forty-eight hours.

The faint scent of gasoline tingled her nostrils, sending a very faint high to her brain like the chemicals in the pools does. Resisting the urge to cough to flex the muscles of her body in the cramped space of the trunk, the female waited several moments in silence for the slightest shifting of movement or prowling seekers looking to harvest on the strength inept species. Feeling around for the latch on the backseat, bright midday sun poured in through the opening, she inched it forward as she paused every second or so.

'Goddamn it's bright.'

She noticed the torn edges of her emerald painted nails once she fully leaned the seat forward, stringy grime matted locks absorbed the rising heat in the car. Glints of other vehicles windshields momentarily made blackish spots float in her vision, she opened a water bottle once she slid herself out of the car's trunk. The milk spoiled, eggs overheated and bread crusty.

'Good morning America, today's going to be sunny clear skies, maybe chance of rain showers, highs in the whatever seventies and lows- oh shitzerdoodle.'

Leaning on her side to stay within the cover of the car's seat position, she peeked around the edges of the leathery seat, seeing a black mass creep by the front of the vehicle. Ducking down though avoiding on moving her weight around too much, the female stayed in that awkwardly tense angle until she heard it bash through a boutique's doorway a street down.

Sorting through the groceries, she salvaged whatever wasn't affected by the mid summer day heat. Collecting granola bars, a flashlight, screwdriver and some bullets, she found scattered underneath the driver's seat, into a fanny pack. Pressing the button for the window, it slowly slid down. Immediately the intense heatwaves of summer hit her skin, soaking into her body as her clothes suddenly felt too thick to wear at the moment once she eased herself out. 'In this heat I bet ice cream and water would boil. Why couldn't it be a hazy day of clouds.'

Crouching down a little she steered clear from fragmented and little clusters of splintered glass, her footsteps being silent as she could manage. Keeping herself fully aware to pause every few minutes to take a thorough survey of the area, ensuing she didn't have any creatures tailing secretly. Her eyes and top of her head peeking just over the edges of windows, hoods and tailgates of vehicles left stationary in the main street. The crevices of her body's figure little by little condensed with sweat.

Padding herself down a little, she silently lamented as she felt the grains of sand, smears of oil further clogged her pores. All that hard work going down the drain the longer she stayed in the heat and in these ripped and frayed clothes. Without notice her heartbeat sped up, an automatic nearly cemented reaction to the soft skittering of talons, menacing hisses and breathy snarls passing through frosted razor sharp teeth. She crouched down, doing a quick three sixty view of side to side, top to bottom. Seeing all the possibilities where her position made her vulnerable and potential to life ending choices. The vehicles were spaced enough for running and could be jumped across by anything. Though not many of the vehicles had high suspensions to crawl under. And several of the vehicles blocked her in, preventing her from crawling over the hoods from how big or sloped the hood is. Calculating the estimated seconds it would take to jump up, crawl onto the vehicle, run then do the same thing. Another raspy hiss, like sizzling acid in a softer tone. She flinched, her body contracting to still every nerve then slowly releasing to edge forward in a slight crouch.

They were moving by her, a mere vehicle apart.

A few feet away from her fate of being harvested and once again encapsuled in goop to be the fertilizer of an alien colony. She thickly swallowed, forcing back images depicting her chest being tore open from the inside, the sickening sensation of crunched bones. One step, the next and then her body responded in kind. Her fingers kept thumbed over the smooth fabric of her fanny pack, a small assurance against an illusion of control.

'My nails are so damaged and cracked. I should take them off.... though those charms are pretty.'

Her hands turned a bit red from touching hot asphalt. The shattering of a window made her heart burst into a flurry of emotion though she made herself keep stationary. Slowing peeking back over a window, she noticed they had rummaged through a van. More glass sprinkled to the ground. A bony black mass that showed every ridge of it's unnatural existence skittered then body slammed into a vehicle as they fought over scraps of a child.

'Damnit, that's so disgusting- don't, don't think about it. Keep moving.'

Hurrying in the most silent way possible, she crawled underneath a truck and stayed there for a moment to reassess the situation. Her heartbeat had calmed to a considerable pace without her having to manually breath slower. What she didn't calculate is the sudden crashing sound on the truck's roof, making it cave in as the vehicle itself sunk down a little from the weight. Seeing it's shadow on the asphalt, she realized it's the other creature.

He's crouched, his head swiveling around for a quick moment as it let out a roar. A shinking noise of a blade. Those spindly creatures screeched and lunged for him or a very few ran away.

Curled up beneath the vehicle, she felt it's weight shift and sway as the muscular thing fought. A couple vehicles exploded. Heat razed the ground, acidic blood dripped and splattered onto metal and paved rock. Melting it cleanly beyond repair.

'I can't stay here.'

The truck's undercarriage smacked against her head only solidified that thought. She let out a yelp then instantly felt her heart speed up, the accompanying blush and her mind working nanoseconds ahead. She turned her head and saw one of the black creatures hissing loudly at her while the two species created carnage just on her other side. It tried to reach it's talons inside, she fumbled for her screwdriver in the fanny pack.

Yanking it out, she hit the asphalt several times but got her few strikes in against the black alien, making it rethink it's strategy. Knowing it'll likely try to crawl in, she kept wildly swinging her screwdriver around while she felt around in the fanny pack for the few bullets.

The humanoid creature in weird armor slammed a black alien into a car.

She flinched as more acidic blood dripped down from it's broken skeleton. Finally pulling out a handful of bullets, she tossed the shells across the street and right by the burning vehicles destroyed by a plasma cannon blasts.

A roar and an answering screech, more limbs being cut and slashed into individual pieces.

Letting out a sharp exhale, she swung and frantically swiped at the black creature now joined by two more. One of their talons cut into her lower calf, nearly dragging her out before the tossed bullets ignited. They went off and ricocheted, startling the black creatures a few feet and making the beige colored creature snap it's attention to find the source.

Without hesitation she made a break for it, keeping ducked down as she rolled out on the other side of the truck, scrambling to her feet and sprinting hard. She vaulted, slid over the hoods of vehicles to the other side of the street. Noticing some other black creatures crash out of boutiques and whatever woodwork they came from, chased after her.

She wasn't from here though she did know which streets and areas had been the tourist hotspots. Bigger buildings, more hiding spots. Running barefoot on the hot streets of the town, she didn't look back and she didn't stop or veer off to hide. Pumping herself faster than ever, the female saw the distant shining chain link fence of the fair grounds. Darting to her right, she went down a sandy hill of pointed stones, passing by a few tall cactus before coming right up to the fence.

Jumping it, she crawled up and felt the links snag on her jeans to sharply pinprick her skin. Throwing herself over it to land in a puff of dust, she heard them crash into the fence and scramble up it as she continued to run.

She passed through the carnival, her feet sinking a little into the fine sand and feeling the gravel drag on the soles of her heel. Her sights settled on a merry go round, heading over to the controls, she bashed her hands against everything until the ride turned on and the music blasted out of the speakers. Every noise being amplified in her mind.

Their screeches raked her eardrums and made her body turn cold despite the very dry summer heat.

Running in the opposite direction, she went into a house of mirrors. Her figure reflected on the narrow figure warping surfaces. Taking a breath of air, she slowed her footsteps and moved deeper into the entertainment house. Her cheeks red and bright from exertion and anxiety, her heart thundering in her ribcage, she closely listened for any sounds of the black creatures as her breathing seemed to drown out everything else, even her thoughts.

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A shift of movement as the female rubbed her upper arms, one of her hands keeping a hold on the flashlight she had. She stared at her reflections, the afterthought of an idling mind being how she needed a shower and change of clothes. As she still kept finding small pieces of that secreted goop on her person she'd been cocooned in only hours ago.

Rubbing away the crusted blood on her wrist, the female let out a silent sigh. Slowing getting up, she paused every few moments with her head slightly tilted and her body making minimal movement to determine whether or not she's safe to breathe.

Measuring her footsteps she walked to the exit that's aesthetically covered by a curtain, listening for another moment she heard nothing. Though her heart pounded a bit harder. Holding onto her flashlight, she noticed no sun shined at the bottom of the curtains or made the fabric seem thinner from it's light.

It must've been hours but at this point, hiding and waiting out for hours seemed to become her only source of exercise and constant state of what her life has come to. Peeking out, she drew the curtain to the side with the end of her flashlight's handle. The orange bulbed lights of the solar controlled lights were on, the sky completely black and the desert terrain standing still just like her.

As if the world now knew the events of what happened in the last five days changed the course of mankind's present and future forever.

The female gently tested her weight on the wooden steps before descending down the short staircase. On a last second thought, she took the curtains with her. Wrapping it around her figure like a jacket and dress, she quietly walked through the fair grounds.

Popcorn bags, cotton candy cones and some push toys laid on the dirt. Some lights of rides flickered like a dying candle running on the last threads of it's wick. Her flashlight in one hand and currently unlit, she went to a small gift shop. There was no phone or landline and no internet for the working iPhone she found dropped on the floor. Picking out a shirt one size smaller than normal, couple water bottles and some paper towels despite no one being around, she still went behind the cashier counter to change.

Uncapping the lids of the water bottles, she dunked the paper towels in the water, wiping it over her skin as she took most of the dirt off. Scrubbing and washing away the grime, blood, sweat and essentially the memories that came with the reason there's blood in the first place.

Sliding on the new shirt, hoodie, wrapping the curtains around her shoulders like a strap for future purposes. She found a water basin for apple bobbing, she dunked and shook her hair free what she could. A relief of one problem being dealt with settled her thoughts. Still no shoes to wear.

That night she opened one granola bar for dinner and slept in the cubbyhole of where they kept the extra plushies and boxes of other prizes.

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There was no hurry to leave or go anywhere though one designation remained present in her mind the next day when she woke in the afternoon. Her family- well her grandparents had a place up in Alaska. If her memory served her right, which both fortunately and unfortunately did, there'd be enough canned food and natural resources for her to survive there without any worry. They hadn't sold the property but kept it as the ideal family vacation house in the winter.

With that her mind she gathered up four water bottles, dozens of granola bars, candy and some pop tarts from the fair grounds remaining food supply. Finding another flashlight, some batteries and a phone charger in the abandoned vehicles nearby. Apparently no one had kept extra shoes in their once day to day work life. Sliding on her backpack and keeping her fanny pack, she walked the cactus and brush ridden terrain.

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Meet the Wayne’s Chapter 3: Maternal Ties and the Shadow of Gotham

I DON’T claim the rights to batman only the black!OC. Also this is pure fiction and NOT my thoughts on marriage at all.

Scarlett P.O.V.

Despite living a life without a mother and engaging in activities far removed from what a traditional mother might do, I've always felt a profound pull towards motherhood. It was as if I was inherently maternal, destined to embrace the role with open arms. Yet, under the shadow of Ra's al Ghul, such dreams seemed distant, almost forbidden. Isolated within the confines of his domain, my world was restricted, my interactions limited. Discussing and acknowledging the natural teenage yearnings felt dangerous—punishable, even. Among the few women there, Talia—Ra al Ghul's daughter—was the only one close to my age yet far from being a confidante. I was an intruder to her, not for stealing her father's affection but because I was there at all. She saw me as a rival, though I never viewed Ra's in the paternal light she did. My mind was often elsewhere, lost in daydreams of everyday life outside these walls—friendships, romance, and the simple act of holding someone's hand.

Those dreams seemed like fantasies, unreachable and fanciful. Yet, here I am, years later, a mother to five incredible boys. My sons, each unique in their strength, humor, and brilliance, are the anchors that keep me grounded amidst the turmoil of my life with Bruce. They are my priority, the driving force behind every decision I make, including my disputes with Bruce over his relentless pursuit of justice as Batman. His obsession with patrolling Gotham has strained our relationship, but more importantly, it has impacted our boys. They witness our conflicts, absorbing the tension and reflecting on their individual bonds with their father. Bruce has his flaws; he can be overly strict and sometimes distant. Yet, when he's present, he's an inspiring figure—empowering, affectionate, and constantly pushing them toward greatness. He may not be perfect, but he's constantly evolving, striving to be a better father.

Our home, a nexus of love, conflict, and unspoken fears, bears witness to the struggles and triumphs of a family not quite like any other. For all his strength and resolve, Bruce grapples with the dualities of his existence—between the man and the mask, the father and the vigilante. His physical and emotional absences leave a void that I strive to fill, weaving the fragile threads of family unity with each day that passes.

In their resilience, the boys adapt and grow, each carving their own path under the weight of the Wayne legacy. Their struggles and triumphs are a daily reminder of the complexities of our lives—a life built on the foundations of sacrifice, secrets, and an unwavering commitment to each other.

In the quiet moments, when the chaos of our lives settles into a rare peace, I reflect on the journey that has brought me here. From the confines of the League's domain to the expansive heart of the Wayne family, my life has been a testament to fate's unpredictable, winding paths.

Motherhood, with all its challenges and joys, has been my redemption, my salvation from a past marred by darkness. It has taught me about the power of love, the strength of family, and the endless possibilities of embracing one's true self. Standing at the precipice of this life I have built, I am grateful for the unexpected gift of motherhood and the five remarkable boys who call me Mom.

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Third Person P.O.V.

The Wayne Manor kitchen was a flurry of activity, its usual solemnity replaced by the chaotic energy of the Wayne sons preparing for the day's event. Amidst the sizzle of breakfast on the stove, Scarlett found herself not only as the orchestrator of the morning meal but also as the mediator of an unfolding debate among her boys.

"I don't see why I have to wear a suit. It's not like the orphans are going to care what I'm wearing," Jason grumbled, tugging at the collar of his shirt with a scowl that seemed permanently etched on his face whenever formal attire was mentioned.

"It's about showing respect, Jason. We represent the Wayne family; we should look the part," Dick interjected, ever the voice of reason, his own suit fitting him like a second skin—a testament to his comfort in their world of galas and public appearances.

"Yeah, but why can't we show respect in jeans and a tee? At least we'd be comfortable," Tim chimed in, pushing his glasses up his nose as he eyed the suit laid out for him with undisguised disdain.

Duke, the newest addition to the brood, seemed less bothered by the dress code, though he couldn't resist joining in the banter. A little color wouldn't hurt. These suits make us look like we're attending a funeral, not celebrating an opening."

Damian, the youngest and often the most vocal about his dislikes, was surprisingly quiet, his usual complaints about 'draconian dress codes' absent as he meticulously adjusted his tie—a more miniature replica of the one Bruce often wore. It was a rare moment of conformity from the boy, who was usually anything but.

Scarlett, flipping pancakes with one hand and managing to look entirely at ease amidst the morning chaos, couldn't help but smile at her son's antics. "Gentlemen, you all look handsome, and wearing a suit won't kill you. It's one afternoon, and then you can come home and change into whatever you'd like."

"But Mom, it's not just the suits. It's the ties, the shoes—it's like being strangled by your own clothes," Jason argued, his dramatics earning a chuckle from his brothers.

"Jason's right," Damian finally spoke up, his voice betraying a hint of solidarity with his brother. "It's archaic, and it's uncomfortable. Father insists on these traditions without considering practicality."

Scarlett turned, offering a plate of pancakes to her sons as a peace offering. "Bruce wants this day to be special for the orphanage's family and children. Wearing a suit is a small part to play in making today memorable. And Damian, your father considers many things, including how the Wayne family presents itself. It's part of our responsibility."

The boys exchanged looks, their arguments deflating under the weight of their mother's logic and the allure of breakfast. As they gathered around the table, their banter continued, lighter now, interspersed with plans for the day and the roles they each would play at the reopening.

Scarlett watched them, her heart full. These moments were what she cherished most—her family united not just by blood or name but by the shared experiences that bound them closer with each passing day. She knew the importance of today's event extended beyond the orphanage; it was a testament to their resilience, their unity, and the legacy they were building, one day, one suit at a time.

As breakfast concluded and they prepared to leave, Scarlett felt a surge of pride looking at her sons. Despite their grumbling, they were ready, each embodying the strength and grace of the Wayne legacy. Today was more than an event; it was a reaffirmation of their commitment to Gotham, each other, and the ideals Bruce and Scarlett worked so hard to instill in them.

As the Wayne family convoy wound its way towards the heart of Gotham, the tension that had bubbled over breakfast seemed to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of purpose. The sleek black cars blended seamlessly with the city's rhythm, a silent testament to the Wayne legacy that extended far beyond the corporate skyscrapers and into the very fabric of Gotham's community. Inside the lead car, Scarlett found herself sandwiched between Bruce and Alfred, the latter having taken on the role of driver for the day. The boys, divided between the vehicles, continued their debate over the necessity of formal wear, their voices a distant murmur over the car's communication system.

Bruce, catching Scarlett's eye, offered a small, appreciative smile. "They'll understand one day," he said, his voice a blend of resignation and hope. "The importance of today… it's more than just an appearance. It's about setting an example, showing Gotham that the Wayne family stands with them."

Scarlett nodded, her hand finding Bruce's. "They will. They're more like you than they'd care to admit. Strong, determined, and with a heart for Gotham's people. Today will be a good day." Their arrival at the orphanage was met with fanfare, with the community turning out in force to celebrate the reopening. The Wayne family, stepping out of their cars, were immediately swarmed by reporters, city officials, and excited children, all eager to glimpse Gotham's most prominent family.

Despite their earlier complaints, the boys moved with a grace and poise that belied their years. Dick took the lead, his natural charisma making him an easy favorite among the attendees. With his characteristic scowl softened for the day, Jason was surrounded by a group of older kids, his tales of motorcycle escapades drawing awed whispers. Ever the strategist, Tim conversed with city planners and philanthropists, discussing future projects and investments. Duke became an instant hit with the younger children with his infectious smile, leading games, and laughter. Maintaining a stoic facade, Damian nonetheless found himself drawn to a quiet corner where a few shy orphans observed the festivities from a distance.

Scarlett felt pride as she watched her family mingle and engage with the community. Today was a reminder of their collective strength, their ability to transcend the challenges and scrutiny that often accompanied their public lives. It reaffirmed their commitment to making Gotham a better place, one child, one family at a time. The jubilation of the day, palpable in the air filled with laughter and celebratory voices, was abruptly shattered. Moments before the chaos, Bruce stood at the podium, the crowd hushed in anticipation of his speech. The Wayne family stood to the side, representing unity and support.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us on this momentous day," Bruce began, his voice carrying over the assembled crowd. "Today is not just about reopening the doors of the orphanage; it's about reopening our hearts and extending our hands to those in need."

He paused, glancing towards Scarlett and their sons with a tender smile. "My family stands with me today as witnesses and pillars of our commitment towards this cause. Each of them, in their own way, contributes to the mission we've embarked on — to ensure that no child in Gotham feels abandoned."

Bruce's gaze swept over the crowd, his presence commanding yet warm. "This orphanage is more than a building; it's a beacon of hope, a promise of a better tomorrow. We dedicate ourselves to this promise, not just with words but with action. With support, care, and love, we can change lives."

As he spoke of future initiatives and the importance of community involvement, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of purpose and optimism. The Wayne family, listening intently, couldn't help but feel proud of their legacy, a legacy beyond the capes and the headlines, grounded in real, tangible change.

"And so," Bruce concluded, "we look forward to a future where every child knows they have a place to call home, a family to belong to, and a community that cares. Together, we can make Gotham a beacon of hope for all."

Applause erupted, echoing off the walls of the newly renovated building, symbolizing the new beginnings Bruce had articulated so passionately. The Wayne family joined in the applause, their hearts full, unaware of the looming shadow about to descend upon their moment of triumph.

When it came, the explosion was sudden and deafening, a brutal punctuation to Bruce's message of hope. Her instincts overriding her shock, Scarlett reacted with a speed born of necessity. Her powers, long kept hidden, flared to life, weaving a protective cocoon around her sons as debris and chaos reigned around them. The force of the blast sent her tumbling, darkness claiming her as she fought to stay conscious.

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Awakening in the infirmary wing, the sterile white of the room starkly contrasting with the vivid nightmare of the explosion, Scarlett's first thought was of her family. Alfred's presence, a steady constant, brought a measure of comfort, but his news did little to ease the dread coiling in her stomach.

"The boys are safe, thanks to you," he reassured, though the worry in his eyes spoke volumes. "But, Miss Scarlett, the symbols... they've spread."

As consciousness slowly crept back to Scarlett, her first coherent thought was a piercing fear for her sons. Panic clawed at her chest, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as she attempted to rise, only to be met with the firm, steadying hands of Alfred.

"Where are they? Are they safe?" The urgency in her voice was palpable, her eyes wild with maternal fear. With his ever-calm demeanor, Alfred reassured her, "They're safe, Miss Scarlett. I personally saw to their safety. They're with Master Bruce."

Her mind, however, couldn't find peace until she saw them with her own eyes. Then, the memories began to flood, memories of how Alfred first discovered her secret.

It was a late evening, months ago, when Alfred had walked in on her tending to a wound on her shoulder — a wound that should have been fatal yet was healing at an unnatural pace, the skin around it glowing faintly with intricate symbols. She remembered the shock on Alfred's face, the way he froze, a tray of tea in his hands, now forgotten.

"Miss Scarlett, what on earth...?" he'd begun, his voice a mix of concern and disbelief.

She had no choice then but to confide in him, to reveal the origins of her powers and her past with Ra's al Ghul. "Alfred, what you see... it's a part of me I've hoped to keep hidden. These symbols are not just scars but a map to a barely understood power. A power Ra's al Ghul sought to control."

The conversation that followed was long and fraught with revelations. Scarlett explained her fear of Bruce's reaction, knowing his distrust of anything related to magic or the supernatural. Alfred, for his part, listened with a growing sense of foreboding, understanding the weight of the secret Scarlett bore.

The fear for her sons momentarily subsided in the infirmary, replaced by a new wave of panic. "Bruce... is he okay? He wasn't near the explosion, was he?" Her voice cracked with the question, the thought of Bruce injured — or worse — reigniting the terror within her.

"Master Bruce is unharmed," Alfred assured her, but the comfort his words were meant to provide was overshadowed by Scarlett's growing dread over the spreading symbols. "But we must keep him from seeing these symbols, Alfred. He cannot know of this magic within me."

The decision to keep Bruce in the dark had been mutual between Scarlett and Alfred, but the secrecy now felt like a chasm widening between her and her husband. Alfred's worry was evident, knowing the strain such secrets could inflict on a family already navigating the complexities of their dual lives.

Bruce's confusion turned to anger when he was barred from entering the infirmary, Alfred standing firm at the door. "Why can't I see her? What are you hiding from me?" His voice, usually calm and commanding, was now laced with betrayal and concern.

The situation escalated quickly, with Bruce's demands to see Scarlett met with Alfred's unwavering refusal, guided by his promise to protect her secret. The tension reached a boiling point, the air charged with unspoken accusations and the weight of untold truths.

Scarlett could hear the muffled exchange from her bed, her heart aching with each of Bruce's angered pleas. The fear of losing Bruce, of fracturing their family with her secrets, was a specter looming more significant than any physical threat she had faced. In that moment, she realized the actual cost of her powers — not the danger they posed to her, but the potential they had to unravel the very fabric of her family.

As Alfred finally returned to her side, their heavy silence spoke volumes. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty and the inevitable confrontation with Bruce. But for now, Scarlett focused on regaining her strength, preparing for difficult conversations, and bracing for the impact of her secrets on her family's future.

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black-suns-rim · 6 months

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PUP SITTING STORY REVAMP (AUDIO STORY)

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pretty-purple-pages · 1 month

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𝓬𝓸𝔀𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮

synopsis: libby gets hate on insta posts and who is nash not to defend his beloved soon-to-be-wife?

pairing: libby x nash (the inheritance games)

content: fluff fluff fluff, hate comments, nash and libby being the perfect couple, mentions of their wedding

word count: 500

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hawthorne_heiress gimme some later ↳cowboylikeme hawthornes don't share cookies ↳daredevil he never said smth like this SHARE THE DAMN COOKIES

Grayson_Hawthorne The cupcakes look nice. ↳goth_cupcakes thank you gray but please for the love of god and your work, drop the capitals and punctuation ↳Grayson_Hawthorne No.

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goth_cupcakes nope ↳cowboylikeme please? ↳goth_cupcakes you can do better ↳cowboylikeme my gorgeous goddess girlfriend, soon to be wife, the love and light of my life, i, on my knees beg you to return my hat ↳goth_cupcakes fine 🙄 take the damn hat back ↳hawthorne_heiress everyone, she's sobbing cuz of the 'wife' ↳goth_cupcakes IM NOT ↳user7 i love my parents

user5 the way she keeps him on his knees 🛐 liked by cowboylikeme ↳hawthorne_heiress my sister's so girlboss ↳motherfaxingmax i need lessons cuz my "boyfriend" FORGOT that he had a girlfriend 🙄 ↳scones_ontop I SAID IM SORRY

user6 does no one realise that she's manipulating everyone by being OVERLY sweet SHE IS A LIAR ↳cowboylikeme with all due respect, which is none, fuck off. ↳user2 no one needs your toxicity here ↳hawthorne_heiress bitch you're trying to gaslight people into thinking my sister is manipulative, you're the liar here

user12 user6 OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS ↳user18 EXACTLY LIKE SHE'S DISGUSTING ↳Grayson_Hawthorne I have the names and social security numbers.

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goth_cupcakes 🥹🥹 i love you so so so so much ↳cowboylikeme i love you more darling

user7 if my bf ain't like this im dumping his ass ↳user5 hawthornes raised our standards too high then left us with too high standards and no bitches

user3 user6's been real quiet since this dropped ↳user1 i acc feel second-hand embarrassment for them ↳user2 and user12 and user18 too ↳user4 i heard they went into hiding

user11 i want a nash on the go, please and thank you

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daredevil wedding when? ↳scones_ontop fr like get married already idiots 🙄 /aff ↳Grayson_Hawthorne The wedding transactions have been made.

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Petition to kill everyone over 157 cm 🤧🤧🤧

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 1

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself? I hate it.”

I sat preparing for my latest virtual meeting to discuss the final report that I had sent to the company I was currently working with. I work as a Technical and Organizational Consultant for one of the largest consulting firms in LA. While I loved what I did, I hated the people part of my job. People could be combative or downright insulting when they didn’t like what I had to say about their company or their role. For someone with high functioning anxiety, these meetings could be literal torture. After reading through my report for the third time that morning, I sat back in my chair staring at the wall, unblinking. My right hand was sitting just below my collarbone with fingers lightly tapping on the curve of my shoulder. It was one of my many nervous habits. Outwardly it just appeared that I was deep in thought. On the inside, I was working myself up to a mild internal panic attack that never had any obvious signs to the casual observer. I could feel my chest tightening and my heart was starting to pick up pace. I took a deep breath and tried to relax a little.

My phone buzzed on the table. It was a text message from my best friend, Lauren.

LAUREN: I swear the nerve of some people. I had a lady criticizing everything I said during my stained-glass workshop this morning. Like, why are you even here if you know how to do it already?!?! Respectfully ma’am, please go back to your bridge. What a ducking troll. Anyway, long story short, I’m done early. I’ll be there soon with coffee.

LAUREN: Damn you autocorrect. Let me be angry!

I laughed to myself. She was such a nut.

ME: Lol! Can’t wait to hear all the gory details of how that worked out for her. Come on in. I’m about to jump on this virtual meeting so I can get yelled at.

LAUREN: Engage bitch mode. You’ll be fine and they will regret their existence.

ME: Don’t worry, you know my face is in perpetual bitch mode anyway and I can’t seem to fix it. At least I have that going for me.

LAUREN: I am happy you are finally embracing it.

I set my phone back down and joined the meeting. I could always tell who was going to be the problem as soon as we got started. This time it would be one of the division heads, Mr. Smith. He wasn’t fully engaged with the small talk and pleasantries while we waited for everyone to join. He looked agitated and fidgety. I had a feeling he would be a problem when I was on-site for the visit. He didn’t like all the questions and was reluctant to provide details on his processes. Once everyone joined, we immediately dove into the report and discussions about ways to improve the company.

Lauren walked in just as we were getting to the part I was dreading. She set my coffee to the side of my laptop and sat opposite me at the table, scrolling through her phone. Intently listening to the drama unfold.

Mr. Smith interrupted me as I began going over my findings for his area.

“Sorry, to interrupt…,” I could feel the tension form in my jaw. I could only imagine what my face looked like. He continued, “I don’t really think this is necessary. I’ve got everything figured out with logistics and it seems to be working pretty well. I don’t understand how making all these changes and getting some fancy software is going to do anything but cause more issues. If we are trying to save money, how is spending more money going to solve whatever perceived problems you think we have? I am not even sure why we wasted the money for you to tell us things we could have figured out ourselves.”

I hear Lauren mutter, “oh he is about to find out” as she shakes her head from across the table.

I took a deep breath and slowly bobbed my head up and down. Everyone on the call was completely silent. The owner of the company, Will Stevens, looked completely mortified.

I smiled, “Mr. Smith, I don’t feel the need to explain why I’m qualified to do what I do and I’m not going to. What I will come back with are facts. This company currently has a 1.5 star rating for shipping times. When you have companies regularly shipping within 2 business days, don’t you think up to 2 weeks for your items to ship is a little excessive? That isn’t going to keep customers coming back. Furthermore, there are a high number of complaints indicating that part of your customer’s orders arrived incomplete, or no order arrived at all. There are also a high number of complaints relating to poor packaging and items arriving broken. Now, forgive me if I am wrong, but the logistics of these issues is your area, correct?”

Mr. Smith sat there wide eyed and gave a slight nod. Clearly my point was being made. I could see Lauren in my periphery pumping her fist in the air and trying so hard to keep her laughing quiet.

“Now, your current method of using spreadsheets in a share drive that everyone has access to is a little antiquated and doesn’t properly track orders. Not to mention the human error that goes into everyone accessing and editing that spreadsheet. That may have been doable when the company was small and just getting started, but not now. You have expanded too much. Add all that to manually requesting each shipping label online from the carrier resulting in incorrect address entry and you are failing before you even get started. If you use custom software that handles all this it will cut out a lot of the steps, increase shipping time and accuracy of orders, while also automating a lot of the steps. Therefore, increasing overall productivity and customer satisfaction and leading to more sales. This is only a small piece of the puzzle. All divisions need to be better streamlined in different ways, so they work better as a unit. Quite frankly, your division needs the most work in order for all the others to fall in line as they need to. Now, do you have any further questions you would like addressed Mr. Smith?”

Multiple staff members were clearly trying to stifle a laugh, including the business owner. Mr. Smith sat with his mouth agape for a brief moment before responding with, “No, I think that covers it.” Then he proceeded to turn off his camera and eventually left the meeting as we worked through some strategies and plans for moving forward. As soon as I logged off and closed my computer, I let out a shaky breath. I needed a drink after that one. In my mind, I immediately started running through everything I had said, second guessing myself. What if I was wrong about something? Should I have been so blunt in my response?

Lauren pulled me out of my thoughts. “And that my dear is why you are so badass. The nerve of that guy! I bet he won’t talk down to anyone like that ever again. Maybe he can hook up with the troll lady from this morning. I think they were made for each other!” She said and laughed at her own joke.

I stared at her for a minute. “Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself? I hate it.”

“Because you make a shit ton of money and you’re good at it.” Lauren says with conviction.

I rub my face with both hands and look up at her through my fingers, “I don’t know what I want to do anymore. I just feel lost. I think I’m hitting my mid-life crisis. This is not where I saw myself at 38 years old.”

Lauren looked at me with concern, “you absolutely cannot be talking like that. You are my life advisor and supposed to have your shit together.” Her look quickly changed to amusement. She was trying to cheer me up.

“I’m sure once things settle down with the divorce and everything, you’ll figure it out. You’ve just had a lot of changes recently and need time to adjust.”

“The divorce is final. It’s done. As of Monday,” I said with a deadpan look.

“Oh. Well, that’s good! Right? Now you don’t have to have anything to do with that asshat anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just don’t know myself anymore. He really fucked me up. I don’t know how to be on my own. I mean, we had been together since college. I basically molded myself and my life around that asshole. I just don’t know where to start.”

I got up and poured myself a very large glass of wine, which had become routine as of late. Lauren stared at me disapprovingly.

“It’s a little early in the day for that, don't you think? Maybe stick with the coffee.”

“Coffee doesn’t have the desired effect. Besides, I might need to lay off the caffeine. I can’t sleep as it is. I’m not even sure how I’m functional if I’m being honest. I think my anxiety may be getting worse too. I’m fairly certain I almost had an actual panic attack the other day because I couldn’t handle picking out clothes for work. Who fucking does that? I’m literally second guessing everything I do.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. This is all on him. I just wished you had been open with me about the way he was treating you sooner. Maybe I could have talked some sense into you years ago. I feel like I’ve been such a shitty friend because I didn’t even realize what was actually happening. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Lauren, stop that. You didn’t know because I didn’t want you to. I was really good at hiding it. That part is on me.”

Lauren had been my saving grace the last six months. We had been best friends since high school, and she was literally the only one I had left. I lost touch with most of them when I married Justin, which was by design as I realized many years later. Everyone else that came into my life after that was his friend first. They got me by default and dropped me as soon as I filed for divorce. I was starting over in all aspects of my life and it was terrifying and depressing. Luckily, I had Lauren to help me through everything and keep me sane.

My phone rang. It was my boss, Aubrey, calling. Most likely to see how the meeting went this morning. Aubrey and I had a long history and tended to be pretty blunt with each other. She was a little older than me, but not much. I had been her TA back when she used to teach college courses. We became close and I looked to her as a mentor in my early years. I was one of the first people she brought on board when she opened her own consulting firm.

I moved the phone to my ear as I answered.

“Hey, I was just about to…” she cut me off before I could finish the sentence, “so I heard your meeting went well.”

It was a statement. I couldn’t read much from her tone, but I didn’t think she was mad.

“Yeah, I mean, you know, the usual stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“I just got off the phone with Will. He says he has a job opening. He joked about hiring you full time.”

The phone was loud enough that Lauren could hear the conversation. She started to chuckle. I rolled my eyes at her and started pacing around the kitchen.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear he is down an employee. Did he say who?” I said with thick sarcasm.

“A Mr. Smith I believe. Apparently, he turned in his resignation as soon as your meeting was over. He refuses to learn new software. Will said it saved him the trouble of firing his ass, so that made his day.”

“Well, I’m happy to be of service then, I guess,” I said flatly. She laughed at my tone.

“Well, now that you’re wrapping up that account, I would like to talk to you about the next one. I know it’s kind of last minute and completely out of your service area, but I need my best one on this. It’s a big contract and without saying too much to cause some bias inclinations on your part, they possibly have some issues that I don’t trust anyone else to handle. I need someone who won’t be bullied into submission or be afraid to say what they are thinking to the CEO.”

“So, is the CEO on board with this? Or…? I’m not following.”

“Yes, the CEO is one hundred percent on board. He is actually an old college friend and trusts that I will send my best to handle it. He has suspicions about some things, which I have asked him to not discuss with you at all, by the way. I made it clear that you do not like knowing personal suspicions before your evaluation.”

“Ok. This sounds like it’s gonna be a blast. That’s sarcasm by the way in case you missed it.” I sighed heavily, “So, out of my service area…where is it exactly?”

“It’s in New York. I’ve had your flight scheduled for Sunday. First class, I might add. You will be there until the following Friday.”

“Waaaait a minute! New York?!?! That’s WAY out of my service area and you know I hate flying. That’s literally the farthest away from where I’m currently at. No way. I’m not doing it.”

“You took that well. Can’t wait for the updates. I’ll have the details sent over and I will talk to you next week.” Then she hung up.

I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at it in utter shock. “Fucking bitch. Did that really just happen?”

Lauren ran over to me with a concerned look on her face and turned me toward her, “What’s wrong?!?!”

“I guess I’m going to New York.”

“I thought you didn’t have to go anywhere you couldn’t drive to?”

“Apparently, it’s a special account. I knew it, I am going to lose my shit.”

“Well, maybe while you’re there, you can find a hottie to entertain you. I think getting laid would do you some good. Seriously, how long has it been?”

I gave her an annoyed look and sat back down at the table. “We are not talking about my sex life right now and that is out of the question. A man is the last thing I need right now.”

“I’m not saying you gotta keep him. It’s just for a night, or three.” She shrugged and smiled at me.

“You are so ridiculous. As your life advisor, I totally do not approve of that type of behavior. Is that the shit you're doing these days?”

Lauren feigned shock that I would even suggest such a thing.

“Absolutely not. I am not that type of girl. I am looking for a serious relationship. I just haven’t had any luck with that. The dating pool around here is sooo ridiculous. The last guy I thought might be decent, gave me a belt buckle as a gift on our last date. Initially I thought it was a neat and unique gift, but I think it was just his weird way of saying he wanted to get into my pants. So, I dropped him real quick.”

I gave her a blank stare for a few seconds, then doubled over in laughter. Tears started to pour out of my eyes, and I was gasping for air. Because of the serious way she said it and the look on her face, I absolutely lost it.

Lauren stood there with her hands on her hips giving me a sour look.

“He seriously gave you a belt buckle?!?!” I said through laughter. Once I calmed down a bit, I asked, “what the hell did it look like? I hope it was at least expensive.”

“I don’t know. It was gold, oval, and bulky. Very tacky. Not something I would ever actually use. I don’t even wear stuff like that.”

“Well, thanks for the laugh. I needed that,” I said as I chuckled.

She huffed then sat back down across from me with her elbows propped on the table.

“That’s enough about me. Back to you. Seriously, if you find a guy to waste some time with while you are there, go for it. Please don’t spend the whole week working. At least get out and explore the city or something.”

“I never have time for any of that when I am doing visits. I’ll have a lot of stuff to review. You know that. This seems like an important contract too. I need to focus. At least it will be a decent distraction and get me away from here for a bit. Maybe it will do me some good.”

“Well, when you get back, we are doing something fun. I don’t know what, but it’s happening. I will plan a girl’s day for us.”

“Greaaat. I can’t wait.” Lauren looked offended and I laughed. “Well, I guess our lazy Friday evening has been ruined. I need to pack and prep,” I said as I downed my glass of wine.

“I’ll help you pack. I’ve got to make sure you’re looking hot.”

I rolled my eyes at her as I got up and started walking to my bedroom. “Stop that shit. I’m going to work, not looking for a one-night stand.”

Lauren followed behind me as she laughed. “Hey, you never know what destiny might bring your way. Don’t knock it.”

She spent the next several hours helping me pack and picking out my clothes for the week. I am pretty sure she snuck some unnecessary items into the suitcase, but either way, I was thankful for her help. It was less decisions I had to make and then question later.

I spent Saturday prepping and reviewing the documents that had been sent in advance. They were pretty thorough, containing organizational charts, job descriptions, operations manuals, financial processing details…the list goes on. Pretty much anything I might need, they sent. At least they had it all on paper and I wouldn’t have to document as much during the on-site visit. That was a relief. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I wasn’t sure what the big deal was with this one.

On Sunday, I was a bundle of nerves. I hardly slept any and was dreading the five-hour flight from LA to New York. I was actually wishing I had talked to my doctor about some anti-anxiety medication. She had offered it in the past, but I declined because I hate taking any kind of medications unless I absolutely had to. I have been determined to deal with things without being medicated. I also tend to have weird reactions to meds. I really could have used it at that moment though because I absolutely hate flying. I had a large glass of wine before the Uber picked me up in hopes it would help me relax. I’m not sure it made much of an impact. I was a hot mess throughout the whole boarding process. A/N: Don't worry, Dieter makes an appearance in the next chapter.

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So I did the pretty twitter dress trend

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So a few people have been interested in my story Whatever Happened To Penny Atwood, and so I thought I'd post some information about what it is, some basic lore, and any little facts I can think of! I'll be popping it under cut, because it will be a LOT!

What is Whatever Happened To Penny Atwood? Whatever Happened To Penny Atwood is a short story that I originally wrote as a text based adventure game! I am currently rewriting it and making it better, along with adding any new lore I've had in mind! I plan to make more stories in this universe (currently just dubbed "Necrobots", after one of the main 'races', but I'm currently playing around with a more interesting name for the series!), though at the moment I'm only working on fleshing out the world and rewriting WHTPA ! What universe/world/timeline is WHTPA set? WHTPA is set on Ezex, a steampunk sc-fi version of Earth! It has its own cultures, languages, places, map and so, so much more! Visually, it is very heavily inspired by Victorian and Edwardian aesthetics in classic steampunk fashion, though I have also pulled elements from a few classic horror stories as well! How many different races are there in WHTPA? Currently, there are eight important 'races' in the lore; Humans, Vampyres, Lycanthrope, Dolls, C.H.A.Ps, B.L.O.K.Es, Peacekeepers and Necrobots (Necromancy Robots)! I will have a separate post diving into the lore of each, don't worry! Who are the most important characters in WHTPA at the moment? Currently, the protagonist of the story is Detective Lucas Steel (any/all pronouns), a middle aged human detective who is looking into the murder of a young girl, Penelope "Penny" Atwood. Steel has gone through a few changes over time, and may be changed again, but this is her role at the current state of the story! I'll also make an in depth post about all the characters so far, like the one about the races!! That's all I have for now! If you have any questions, comments, or interest in seeing some of the character art, my replies and ask box are always open!!

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Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @nocasdatsgay

Wips- Most of them are for A Court of Thorns and Roses. One is an original work.

The Call to Chaos and Destruction- Original work.

Naked Poetry- A gift for @fell-in-luvs

A Bloom In Spring- An AU request.

A Court of Song and Desolation

Son Of A Witch

How Nesta Archeron Learned To Trap A Beast

The Court of Outcasts, Thieves and Assassins- Prequal to A Court of Song and Desolation.

Spring In the Day Lands.

The One True High Lord

Azris Oneshot

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The Potions Master

pairing: Aesop Sharp x professor! reader (y/n)

summary: while being under the ministry in london for the last few years after graduating from livermorny , the ministry has informed you that the application you sent to hogwarts was the perfect solution for you as a career choice. A certain potions professor seems to catch your eye, and you immediately could tell that you wanted to spend more time with him…

warnings: a little long, a little bit slow burn, but cute at the end :)

“next in line!” calls out the clerk sitting up at the large podium in front of you. you walk up and present your papers to the man as he puts on some glasses and examines each and every paper

“ah yes, y/n l/n…. we have received a letter for you from hogwarts school for an open position as their next muggles studies teacher” the man says in front of you while still rummaging through your papers.

“seriously? I never thought I would hear back from them” you say in awe while looking up at the clerk

“take these papers and fill them out” the man states unimpressed while handing you a stack of forms to fill out “send them with your owl back to the headmaster of the school”

“thank you” you say while grabbing the papers and turning away from the podium, walking out the doors and back to your tiny apartment in the city.

that night you gathered what you could muster in your suitcase, all of the little life you gathered within the few years. you sent some owl letters to the few friends you made in the city stating your goodbyes and claimed you were off on another adventure, this time at hogwarts. you never thought you would choose to come to london after graduating from your school in north America, but here you were about to embark on another journey.

after a few hours of travel you make it to the hogsmede station where you were told to meet a few of your colleagues before the school year started.

after nervously asking around where the ‘three broomsticks’ was you finally were standing in front of the establishment, suitcase in hand. you take a deep breath and walk into the bar quietly making your way up the the front bar where a woman stood cleaning glasses.

“hello miss, would you kindly tell me where the private room may be?” you ask the woman behind the counter

“oh you must be the new professor! My name is Sirona it’s nice to meet you” she smiles while putting down the glasses

“likewise” you was with a smile

“here, it’s just up this way i will show you” she says while guiding you up the stairs towards a room at the very top.

“some of the professors are waiting for you inside” she says kindly before walking back down the stairs. you set your suitcase down near the stairs and muster up the courage to knock. here goes nothing…

the door swings open before giving you a chance to knock leaving you startled.

“oh my i’m so sorry didn’t mean to scare you! oh you just be our new professor y/n l/n!” a ginger woman exclaims while standing in front of you.

“oh yes that’s me” you say with a small smile as she guides you into the room where some others are sitting around.

“let me introduce everyone! my name is Mirabel Garlik, and this here next to me is our deputy headmistress Matilda Weasley” she says with a bright smile

you shake her hand as she guides you to a chair to sit down

“hello dear, if you have any questions or concerns please come to me regarding anything you may need. our headmaster seemed to be a little too busy with merlin knows what to be here today” professor Weasley says to you as you sit down in the chair.

“This here is Eleazer Fig, the magical theory professor” Mirabel says walking around the chair to point out the professor.

“Nice to meet you dear” he says while smiling in your direction, you nod your head towards him with a smile back.

“and this is our exceptional defense against the dark arts professor, Dinah Hecat”

“So nice to meet you, I’m excited to see what you bring to our table this year” the older woman says with small nod and a smile

“and here is our potions master, Aesop Sharp” she says while pointing out the gruff man sitting slightly across from you.

“Hello” he says with a nod in your direction with the slightest smile. you felt a little stir in your stomach while looking at him… butterflies

you smile back and nod before glancing over at professor Weasley as she was beginning to input some more information about where your class will be and where in the faulty tower you will be staying.

You feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of your head as you were turned towards professor Weasley listening intently.

after a few moments you turn your head back towards the claimed potions master and catch his eyes looking directly at you. you feel your cheeks get slightly warm as he turns his head away from your direction and watches as professor weasley walks towards the door, exclaiming that she will show you around hogwarts now.

as you were all walking out of the three broomsticks you quickly stop in your tracks and claim you forgot your suitcase upstairs. you turn around quickly and come face to face with a broad chest, specifically belonging to aesop sharp.

“i’m so sorry professor!” you exclaim while looking up at him, your hands pressed against his chest.

he looks down at you and holds up your suitcase in his right hand

“I have your things, you can continue with Matilda up ahead” he says staring at your hands on his chest

you blush while backing up and thanking him before turning quickly and then walking fast to catch up to professor weasley.

by the end of the night you were successfully shown most the the castle, your classroom, and your living quarters in the faulty tower. you were down on the first floor right next to Mirabel’s room which gave you some sense of comfort. she seemed the closest to you in age and you caught her enthusiasm while walking around the castle with the others.

as you bid your goodnight to professor weasley you walk into your room coming face to face with professor sharp.

“I was just dropping off your bag professor l/n, i’ll be leaving now” he says setting your bag down in the front of your bed. you blush slightly thinking of the fact that there is such a handsome… man standing in your room. that’s never happened before

as he was making his leave you turn around and grab his arm quickly

“thank you very much for carrying that in for me, i know it must of been heavy” you say worryingly since you did notice he walked with a limp and you didn’t know how injured he was.

“I didn’t mind at all” he says blankly before looking down at your hand on his forearm “if you need anything else don’t hesitate to ask me” he says again looking into your eyes

“i never met anyone from north america before” he says quickly

“well i hope i am making a good first impression then” you say smiling

“i believe you are” he says still looking into your eyes

you study his features for a quick second before letting go with an awkward cough. you bid him goodnight as he leaves the room, which he returns with a “I shall see you tomorrow”

that night you lay in bed thinking of the gruff man with the scar across his face… he was so handsome

the next morning you situated all of your things in your classroom, including the textbooks and the wall decorations you configured with the moonstone you were gifted from professor weasley. after seeing satisfaction in the room design you hear a knock on the wall near your door. you turn towards the sound of the noise and see aesop standing there with a box full of some items.

“professor weasley thought you might need some of the potions for your personal keeping” he claims walking over towards you and your desk

“thank you so much!” you say with a smile as he sets down the box on your desk before looking around the room you decorated

“interesting decoration choices here” he says while eyes your room

“i didn’t have much to work with…” you say lowly while looking at him.

“hm, i suppose it’s not my concern either way it is your class after all” he says turning back towards you

you smile at him before looking down at the box, rummaging through seeing what he has brought you.

“there is a few Wiggenweld potions in there along with a few focus potions if you are having any trouble” he says standing behind you also looking into the box.

“thank you for these professor sharp” you say looking into the box

“you can call me aesop” he says, causing you to turn around and look at him

“well alright then, aesop” you say with a smile

he looks at you before turning around and walking out. you could of sworn you saw a slight smile from him, but it could’ve been your imagination.

“i shall see you at the sorting ceremony tonight, all the students will be arriving soon” he says while walking out of the classroom

“see you there!” you exclaim to him before he’s completely out of sight. something about tonight had you excited and you were pretty sure it wasn’t because of the students finally arriving.

later that night you walk towards the great hall, hearing all the noise of the students talking simultaneously amongst themselves. you make your way towards the faculty table and see an open seat next to aesop. you quickly make your way to sit next to him before anybody else can claim the seat.

he looks up at you as you pull out the seat and plop yourself into it. “hello again professor” you say beaming towards him

“hello again, y/n” he says with a nod making you smile more my name sounds so nice coming from him

the headmaster makes his way over to you and introduces himself in a cocky manner, neglecting any questions about you before returning back to the main podium in the center of the stage. you scoff and roll your eyes slightly before hearing a small sound of agreement next to you. you look over at aesop to see he’s already looking at you with a “i know right” face. you laugh slightly before hearing the hall the silenced by the headmaster to start the ceremony.

during the ceremony you feel professor sharp lean over to you before slightly whispering “what house were you sorted in when you attended livermorny”

you turn towards him with a smile “hufflepuff”

he nods at your answer and leans back towards his own chair “and you?”

“i was Slytherin” he responds

“i think i can tell” you say looking at him, studying the scar on his face

“and what is that suppose to mean” he says, amused by your input

“how you hold and present yourself” you reply to his question

“well i can tell you were a hufflepuff” he retaliates back

“and what is that suppose to mean?” you say repeating his question with a smile

“your aura” he replied quickly

“my aura?” you say

“you must know what i mean” he says not wanting to explain himself

“i’d like you to explain it to me” you pry

“later” he says, attempting to shush you

“are you saying you want to see me after hours?” you say jokingly

“very funny ms l/n, maybe i am” he says looking at the sorting hat doing its job in front of him

you are slightly taken aback by his answer but nonetheless, happy

“guess you can pay me a visit to my classroom after the ceremony then i have some things to pick up anyways” you say looking away from him and back at the ceremony

he silently nods as you both continue to watch the students get sorted into their houses, leaving you thinking hard about what he meant within his answer.

after the ceremony you get caught by professor weasley asking you how you fared with your new classroom.

“i think i have most of the decorations i want up, i can always add more later. oh also , thank you for asking professor sharp to make me those potions! i’ll use them wisely” you thank her with a smile

“what ever do you mean? i never asked him to make you potions. seems the professor wanted to gift you himself” she says with a quirked eyebrow and a sly smile. you are taken aback by the fact that it was indeed just aesop who wanted to give you the potions himself, and not because he was asked to. you turn around to see if you can spot him but alas he was gone. you bid the other professors goodbye as you make your way back to your classroom to pick up the potions you left.

as you walk through the door you spot a certain dark haired man sitting near your desk in one of the student chairs.

“oh professor l/n i was wondering if your were going to take all night” he says looking up at your from the chair

“please, if i get to call you aesop, i want you to call me y/n” you say walking over towards him “plus i was in conversation with Matilda who was giving me some interesting information” you say as you sit down at your desk

“and what information was that?” he asks with his eyebrow cocked

“that she didn’t request you to make me these potions” you say with a smirk , moving the potions around in the box

aesop sits for a second before sighing as he got caught “i just thought you might appreciate some extra help but wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear it was from me or not” he sighs out

“why wouldn’t i accept help from you?” you ask

“thought you would just prefer if it was from Matilda” he says crossing his good leg over the other, holding his hands together

“i mean of course i would accept anything from anybody at this point, i really appreciate it” you smile up at him, putting you chin in your hands

“especially if it’s from you” you admit to him. before you realize what you have said he gives you a small smile that catches you off guard

“especially from me hmm?” he asks jokingly “now that is something i don’t hear very often”

you blush and look down at your desk.

“thank you for joining me tonight aesop, i have been really enjoying your company” you sheeply say before you two continue a good conversation for the rest of the night.

~~~~~~

it’s been a few weeks into the school year and you have successfully become one of the favorite teachers among the students, which was a big goal for you since you were new. after classes and meetings you liked to spend your time with a certain potions professor in his classroom. the students have definitely noticed how you act around the ‘intimidating’ potions master, getting asked pestering questions from some students such as garetth weasley

“you two spend a-lot of time together professor l/n, do you think you can ask him to raise my grade?” which you have to respond with a “no mr.weasley, maybe you should just pay attention in class”

today was no exception of course, after you dismissed your last class of the day you gather up the papers you had to grade and stuffed them in your bag quickly making your way towards aesops classroom excitedly. you wave and greet many students along the way, telling them all to have great weekend as you continue your walk.

it’s been no secret to yourself that you had feelings for the potions professor. all the small potion gifts he gives you without you asking, the late night talks you two will have learning about each others past and the relations you two have to the ministry. he has even told you the reason behind his leg and massive scar, that was an emotional night for sure. you have told him some secrets about yourself which he has always listened to you very intently, holding your hand if you ever start to tear up during your stories.

you think he might share similar feelings, but it feels like he is holding back and you don’t know why. nevertheless you make your way to his class room in a hurry so you can see him again after not seeing him since yesterday evening.

you stumble through the door with your large bag in hand and see him standing near one of his bookshelves, searching for something.

without turning around he says “y/n i presume?”

you smile sheepishly and answer back with a small yes

“i could tell by the noise” he says turning around finally looking at you with a book in hand

“you know some might consider that quite rude but because it’s you i will let it pass” you say dropping your bag onto his large table he used as a desk while also pulling up a chair for yourself

“you brought your work again? why don’t you ever just finish it in your own classroom” he asks walking towards you and the table

“maybe i just enjoy your company aesop” you say smiling up at him

he stares into your eyes for quite some time before snapping himself out of him and sitting back down in his chair

he takes some time to reply, as you gather your materials and place them on the table

“why do you enjoy spending time with me?” he asks in a low tone

you look up at him with a ‘hmm?’ before he continues

“i am much older than you, i’m not sure why you would ever want to spend your time with me” he admits while looking at you, his hands folding over each other

“now that’s a silly statement, you are the closest person to me as of currently and i happen to think spending time with someone as handsome as you is enough for me” you boldly say back at him, looking into his eyes as well

“handsome?” he questions with shock

“of course. why would i be lying” you say smiling brightly at him

he reaches for your hand but slowly pulls it back to himself as if he was fighting with his mind

“you can hold my hand you know, i’ve always wanted you to” you admit with a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks

he looks up at you and studies your face for a second

“i don’t understand y/n, i am much older and have had a very corrupt past. i cannot walk properly and people always call me intimidating and off putting. why choose me?” he asks again looking into your eyes for the answer

you sigh and grab his hand yourself “you mustn’t not think like that. i don’t care of the dangers of your past or present. all i know is i enjoy my time with you, i enjoy your company, and i would like to continue whatever this is with you. i could care less about those concerns of yours, i want to just focus on us here and now” you say confidently, still looking into his eyes.

he looks down at your hand on top his before looking back up at your smile. he was always such a fool when it came to that smile

not a moment to waste, you could feel the potions masters lips against yours.

finally

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