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But what about me | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Established relationship - You're jealous of the new girl but are mature about it, James is oblivious, and he also forgets your birthday and anniversary.

Notes: So here it is, a new version. I'm not going to continue the taglist, because it is kind of a hassle to take care of. Lily is our friend. OC Rosalie sucks. James is stupid. Spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, probably a happy ending, you know the drill.

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“What’s on your mind?”

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You stared at James from a distance.

You shot up, your eyes widened in an alarmed manner before your posture relaxed when you saw it was Annabelle. She was a Hufflepuff ghost, a student who had tragically died during a Triwizard tournament, a few decades ago.

You shook your head in reassurance. “Nothing’s on my mind-“

“-So, the usual then?” Sirius’ voice popped up behind you and you wasted no time in elbowing him in the ribs, causing him to let out an “oomph”. You quickly waved at Annabelle who floated off.

“Watch it Padfoot,” you sternly told him, and you tried your best to give him a reprimanding look. By the laughing sound of his reaction, you failed in appearing intimidating.

“So,” Sirius began. “Big day tomorrow ey?” He wiggled his eyes suggestively. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, my birthday. Stop making it sound weird,” you huffed, and you shook your head.

“Totally worth it, Annika just walked past us with a beet red face,” Sirius defended with a mischievous grin.

“You should stop your inappropriate comments, I mean you are literally my cousin,” you stated loudly, and Sirius earned a disgusted look from another student passing by.

Sirius’ mouth hung open and then he scrambled to defend himself. “So, we’re not related at all, she was kidding!” His voice and pitch raised by the end of the sentence as he called out to the student who’d given him a not-so-subtle side eye.

You gave him a smug look. “Fine,” Sirius relented. “Truce?” You two shook hands.

“You’re not trying to steal my girl, are you Pads?” Two arms found their way around your waist, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

Sirius let go of your hand to hold them up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare, Prongs, just chatting because she seemed lonely,” he shrugged. You shot him a glare.

“Lonely?” James’ attention immediately zoned in on you.

“He’s just talking out of his ass, Jamie,” you waved it off.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, because you were definitely not longingly looking at Prongs here, talking to that gir-“ This time, you kicked his shins.

“Nah, I’m just pranking you, mate,” Sirius nonchalantly changed course and patted James on the shoulder while he passed him. James ignored him and focused on you.

He spun you around by one arm, held above your head like you were doing a ballroom dance. His hands quickly settled on your sides when you faced him, and he leaned over to pepper your face full of pecks. You grinned up at him and he fondly looked back before pulling you in again for a deeper kiss.

“Really?” A portrait next to you spoke up snorted. “Right in front of my salad?” He gestured to the painted salad on the dinner table in front of him.

James pointedly ignored him and instead tried to pull you a little bit closer. Not that that was possible.

“Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose,” The man in the painting complained, and you would imagine the grimace on his face if you weren’t too preoccupied with James, who was leaving small pecks against your lips.

“Don’t like what you see, look away,” James murmured against you.

“Disrespectful cretin these days. I would look away, but you are right in my sight,” The portrait huffed dramatically. You softly pushed James away to offer the poor man a sheepish look but found that he’d already escaped to a neighboring painting.

“So tomorrow,” James started, and you couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of a date with James. That giddy feeling sank very quickly when James finished his sentence.

“I’ll be training our newest Chaser for the day. That’s the girl I was talking to before,” he explained. “Her name’s Rosalie James, isn’t that funny? Like her last name is James, it confused me a lot during today’s practice,” James continued, not noticing that your mind had wandered of the brunette girl.

“She even joked that if we’d get married, I could change my name to James James,” he laughed. You didn’t particularly see the humor in that.

“Anyway,” he continued, “I know I said that we would study together in the library tomorrow, but I think we should move that to Sunday.”

You frowned, “can we not just move it to the evening then?” you asked, wondering if James was really planning on spending the entirety of your birthday with someone else.

“Well, it’s from 9 o’clock until 7 o’clock in the evening, and we have a Quidditch party thing afterwards, but it’s more of a teambuilding thing. I can ask them if you can join though?” James offered.

You blinked at him in confusion before offering him a smile in return. “What, no- I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you denied. You assumed that he’d find some time to squeeze in a birthday celebration.

James shrugged. “Suit it yourself, love.”

You didn’t actually think James would forget your birthday. After all, James was literally the perfect boyfriend. He was proud to show you off to people, always ready to lend an ear when you needed to, and most of all showering you with love, any chance he gets.

But we’re all still humans after all, today was very busy so it probably just slipped his mind. That’s completely okay, you told yourself. And so, you tried to push away your thoughts, wanting to enjoy the cake that you and the girls had snuck from the kitchen as a late-night snack.

“Red velvet is the best, I swear,” Lily laughed with a sigh as she let herself fall flat on her back in satisfaction. Marlene agreed wordlessly, preoccupied with stuffing more cake in her mouth.

“Happy birthday again,” Alice smiled kindly at you, and you beamed at her. “Thank you, guys, for today, you shouldn’t have bought me the expensive painting equipment,” you said as you motioned towards the brand-new canvasses, brushes, primer, and oil paint.

“Nonsense,” Marlene replied in mock offense. “But you will paint me one day, right?” She batted her eyelashes at you. You pretended to think about it. “I mean, for 15 galleons?” you joked and then had to rush to take your words back when Marlene agreed without hesitance.

“I was only joking,” you laughed and swatted her lightly.

“Eh, leave the joking to your boyfriend and the other marauders,” Lily teased you. “Speaking of them,” she started, and you looked down, knowing the follow up question. “What did they get you for your birthday?

“Well,” you recalled your day so far. “Peter, Remus and Sirius gifted me an expandable suitcase, so I can put all my collectables in there.”

“Damn,” Alice whispered. You sheepishly scratched your head. “Yeah, it took me by surprise too. Last I checked, it cost way too much. I sure hope they acquired it in a legal manner,” you joked.

“I mean, both Sirius and James are well off, so maybe they could afford it and actually bought it,” Alice joked along.

You shrugged. “Oh, James didn’t pitch in for the suitcase. Remus said that he’d told them he was getting something more personal for me,” you said.

“Ugh, what a sap,” Lily commented lightheartedly, and you agreed with a chuckle. “So, what did he get you then?” Lily asked exasperatedly, already expecting something ridiculously grand.

There was a beat of silence.

“Uh, I’m not sure, we didn’t get around to celebrating my birthday together,” you settled on answering.

“What?” Marlene, Lily, and Alice asked in chorus.

“He was busy,” you defended James.

“The entire day?” Marlene squinted her eyes, absolutely seeing through your bullshit excuse. You shrugged in response but nodded your head. “The entire day?” She repeated in disbelief. “Like he couldn’t pop in in the morning or during breakfast?” You shrugged again.

“I guess he forgot,” you mumbled, starting to feel down again. Alice quickly caught on to that and decided to change the subject, trying to cheer you up. “Anyway, should we picnic tomorrow by the lake?”

You exhaled in relief. “I would love that.”

Sirius and James entered their dorms and greeted the other two marauders. “And? Did she like the suitcase?” Sirius immediately asked while he made himself at home on the foot end of Remus’ bed.

“Definitely, like she couldn’t believe it. She even did the happy wiggly dance,” Peter and Remus laughed at the memory. Sirius held his hand up to high five them and grinned in victory. “I told you guys, she needed someplace to put all that stuff she collects.”

James had been utterly confused since he stepped into the room and was not at all following the conversation. It was definitely about you, he figured that much from the wiggly happy dance. But what on earth were they buying you stuff for?

“You guys gave Y/N a suitcase?” He asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, why?” Remus inquired, eyebrows raised. “Is that not up to standard to the great James Potter?” He sarcastically asked, already expecting James to start gloating about whatever he got as a present for you.

“Well, if you guys have that much money in abundance to spend, save some for great pranks too,” James complained jokingly.

Sirius stared at James in confusion. “Huh?”

Peter tilted his head while examining James’ facial expression of confusion and then hesitantly asked. “James, did you forget about Y/N’s birthday?”

Time stopped for James, and he could hear his heart beat loudly, blood rushing to his ears as realization dawned on him, entirely to slowly.

“Merlin!” he loudly cursed, wide-eyed.

At his confession, Remus and Sirius’ jaws slacked. “You forgot!?” They shouted in unison.

Peter covered his ears at their yelling.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head, trying to find the source and halted in your step when your eyes landed on James who was frantically making his way through the hordes of students, crowding the corridor. He had been trying to find you since breakfast.

“Yes?”

James stopped in front of you, out of breath, a little flushed in the face and an apologetic expression adorned his face. You already knew what he was going to say and held up your hand to stop him in advance.

“I don’t need your apology,” you sighed out. James words died in his throat, and it took a moment for him to break out of it. “Love, I’m a right twit, I know.” He unintentionally shot you a defeated look with puppy eyes that you couldn’t help but melt for.

“How was your day yesterday?” was all you ended up asking as you continued making your way towards the library. You motioned with your head for him to follow you.

“I missed you,” James sincerely answered. He still pouted, seemingly upset, but all directed at himself of course. “I can’t believe I forgot,” he frowned. “I’ll work to be the greatest boyfriend again, I promise.” His eyes sparkled with determination, and you couldn’t suppress your amusement anymore, a smile lifting the corners of your lips.

“Well, you’re not off the hook yet, Potter.”

“Not the last name,” James whined. You shot him an unimpressed look that had him accept defeat.

“So, no kisses for you anymore,” you huffed for extra measure, in retaliation to his complaint.

“Wait what? You can’t do that, that’s so mean,” James immediately protested.

“For a week,” you added. “Forgetting about me yesterday was mean to me too.”

James’ hand made its way to intertwine with yours. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But this is still okay, right?”

You squeezed his hand. “It’s twelve o’clock right now. Do you want to have lunch first or study a little bit in the library?”

James gave you a bright smile. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you to choose,” you retorted.

“Lunch, please.”

James spent the following week almost draped over you. His entire body leaned into you, your hands always together, and every time he came in for a kiss, he reminded himself to respect your wishes, which left him burying his face in your neck instead.

It was Sunday and you hummed peacefully to yourself while you were sketching in the boys’ dorms, on James’ bed. You sat in the middle of his crossed legs, his arms were wrapped around your middle. His chin was rested on your shoulder which left him with the perfect view on your drawing in progress.

“I love you,” he quietly mumbled.

“I know, Jamie. I love you too,” you nudged him. James’ arms slipped away, and he moved away from you, you frowned at the loss of contact and warmth, leaning into the pillows behind you instead. “What are you-?”

James moved in front of you and nestled himself between your own crossed legs, back to your stomach, exchanging the position you had previously been in. He slouched a bit until his head leaned against your chest.

“My, you’re putty today, love,” you teased him softly. You closed your sketchbook and started untangling his curly hair.

“I’m really sorry I missed your birthday,” James whispered. You melted.

You chuckled and shrugged. “Sometimes things slip our mind. It just made me feel a little bummed out, that’s all.”

James hummed. “Well, I can promise you that I won’t forget about our anniversary though,” he said, voice filled with determination. You laughed. “That’s still a long time from now Jamie,” you mused.

“I’m already counting down the days so that there’s absolutely no way that I’ll forget it.”

“Hey James?”

James looked up at you.

“It’s twelve o’clock.”

James blinked twice and then a wolfish grin appeared as he practically jumped up and turned to face you, tackling you to bring you in for a kiss.

You groaned at the impact of your head against the wall behind you and James grinned sheepishly in apology before grabbing your hips and pulling you further down the bed to make space so he could finally press his lips to yours, all while completely melting into you and sighing in relief at the feeling.

And for two weeks, everything seemed to be perfectly fine. Until Rosalie joined the picture again, that is.

Dorcas sat next to you in class and elbowed you softly. “What’s up with James and that girl?” she whispered. You looked up from your notes and glanced at James who was nodding enthusiastically at a drawing that Rosalie was showing James. It was a portrait of him, and you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach at how well she drew him.

Features that were so on point, up to the little details like the three tiny birthmarks that seem to disappear amidst his freckles and that one freckle on his upper lip that you often pressed an extra peck to. You knew that for such a detailed, accurate and hyper realistic drawing, Rosalie had probably spent a lot of time studying him up close.

You averted your attention back to Dorcas and forced a smile. “She’s their new Chaser,” was all you replied.

Dorcas sent another skeptical look in James and Rosalie’s direction but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Guess what, love?!” James burst into the common room where you and Remus were calmly reading. James skipped over to the couch you were sitting on and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What?” you entertained him.

“I just made a deal with the kitchen elves and they’re going to cook us a candle lit dinner for our anniversary,” James triumphantly grinned from ear to ear as if he had just won the Quidditch cup.

Your eyes widened and you jumped up in excitement and disbelief. “How did you manage to do that?” You curiously pondered.

James puffed his chest. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he secretively replied, and you huffed and swatted him with a laugh. “We’re all magicians here, James,” you pointed out with a pout.

James leaned down to press a kiss to your pouted lips. “Just enjoy dinner with me. It’s in three weeks.” He was not about to tell you that he made a deal with the elves to go and clean the kitchen every day after supper for three weeks.

“Thank you, James,” you said, voice muffled because you had your face buried in his neck, arms around him in a tight hug.

You were incredibly excited for your anniversary, having a surprise for him as well, as you managed to get him tickets to the Quidditch world cup.

You waited for James in the changing rooms, Gryffindor had just lost an important match to Slytherin, and you knew that James would be feeling down. The Gryffindor team walked in, and you got up from the bench you were seated on. When you found James, he immediately came in for a hug.

“You did great out there, love. I’m proud of you,” you whispered.

“But it wasn’t enough,” James frowned. “They’re just always better than us, it doesn’t even matter how much we practice, because in the end, we can’t beat them.”

You stroked his hair in a consoling manner.

“And what’s the point if we can’t bloody beat Slytherin,” James spat out in frustration. You threw Sirius a look over James’ shoulder.

“Don’t say that, Jamie. You’ve won the last two games, and you don’t have to win against them,” you tried. Apparently, that was not what James wanted to hear and you would later beat yourself up for seeming to discard his feelings.

James pulled away with a frown. “But it’s not enough!” You flinched at his loud tone. “I just want-, It’s,” he let out an aggravated sound. “You don’t understand, okay. The feeling of constantly losing to the same opponent, its-“ James was struggling to find the words and you tried to apologize, alarmed, and feeling guilty.

Rosalie showed up behind James and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, we’ll get them next time, James. She just doesn’t get it because she’s not on the team.”

You felt hurt by her dismissive statement and wanted to retort when James agreed with her. “Exactly, Y/N, you don’t even play Quidditch, you don’t know what this feels like.”

Your heart sank in embarrassment and hurt, and your mouth formed an inaudible ‘oh’.

“Come on, Prongs. It’s not her fault we lost, don’t take it out on her,” Sirius moved to stand next to James and swatted him lightly. James sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched his nose.

“’m sorry, love. That was totally uncalled for,” he admitted, and he reached his arm for you to pull you back in for a hug. You subtly evaded his arm and swiftly moved yourself to the door.

“No, no. I actually need to go meet up with Peter, so uh. You guys have fun. And yeah,” you awkwardly did a mini wave with your hand towards the team and fled.

Sirius leaned in towards James. “Good job, mate.”

“Sod off.” You didn’t leave his mind at all for the rest of the night.

You were about to scream bloody murder when you were shaken awake in the middle of the night, but a hand covered your mouth and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could vaguely make out your boyfriend.

“James?” you incredulously whispered. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

James motioned to his invisibility cloak. “Sleep with me?” He asked and gave you a pleading look. You folded and so you tripled to the boy’s dorms under the cloak and then nestled yourself in his arms. A leg draped over his while you two fell into a peaceful slumber.

James was once again looking everywhere for you. This time with a slight sense of dread instead of the usual excitement.

When he finally found you and saw that you were laughing along with Sirius, he hesitated. He was halfway through changing his mind on addressing the issue with you when you called out to him.

“Morning!” you said, and you slid a sandwich in his direction. “You missed breakfast today, everything okay?" You asked.

James glanced at Sirius, and he excused himself and then left.

“I know we were going to go to Hogsmeade for our anniversary, but Rosalie managed to get tickets to a Quidditch game of our favourite team, and we even get to meet them afterwards. Like I can ask them for tips on playing, it’s just such an opportunity…” He trailed off when he noticed your fallen expression, which you quickly tried to cover up.

“Hey, that sounds like an amazing opportunity,” you assured him because it was true.

“We’re still on for that candle lit dinner, though?” You tried to joke, but it came off more as an insecure question.

James immediately enveloped you in a big hug. “Of course we are, 10 o’clock in the evening and I promise I’ll make it up to you afterwards.”

You laughed quietly. “You better.”

Your eyes crinkled in laughter as the kitchen elves tried their best to cheer you up and keep you occupied while James was hopefully simply running late. But by the time it was one o’clock in the morning, you decided to call it a night and thanked the elves for teaching you two new dishes and chess.

On your way to the dorms, you heard hushed whispers around the corner. When you turned it, however, you saw it was empty, but you knew better. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating if you wanted to do this now or tomorrow.

“James,” you called out.

There was a beat of silence and then the invisibility cloak slid off to reveal James and Rosalie, sneaking back inside the castle.

“Love? What are you doing up at this hour-“ he stopped halfway through his sentence with a curse.

“Wait, Y/N, this is my fault, not James’,” Rosalie piped up, but you were done with her.

“Go.”

Rosalie shot James one last glance and when he didn’t look back at her, instead still frozen, attention focused on you, she scurried away.

“I lost track of time. We went to have drinks with the players and time flashed by so quickly and then I completely forgot. And then Rosalie got sick, so -“

“Stop talking about her for a moment.” James looked at you, confused.

“Every single time, it is always you and Rosalie. It’s always her.” You didn’t bother hiding your hurt feelings anymore.

“But what about me,” you whispered defeatedly.

James shook his head. “No, it’s not her. I swear it’s not. It’s bad timing.” he firmly stated. “This isn’t even her fault, it was me and my enthusiasm to go to the game, I-“

“Why do you keep defending her?” You cut him off, allowing tears to well up in your eyes. James bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry,’ he eventually admitted.

“Yeah,” you breathed out exhaustedly. “You always are, aren’t you? Just like you always promise to make it up to me.”

“I will,” he weakly defended. “We can go back to the kitchen right now, eat food, celebrate our anniversary,” his eyes desperately searched yours for forgiveness, but in the darkness of the castle, he couldn’t find any.

“I spent three hours in the kitchen already, I’ve eaten the great food that the elves prepared for me, and our anniversary has already passed,” you coldly stated.

James’ eyes averted to his own feet, ashamed.

You tightly shut your eyes for a moment. And basked in the silence. When you opened your eyes again, you took in James’ posture. He seemed so very small all of a sudden.

Then you walked straight past him, while he was still frozen in place. When you passed him, you halted next to him and turned your head towards him. “I really hope she’s worth it, James.”

This seemed to snap him out of it, and he turned around in a flash. “Wait!” he called out in panic and immediately lowered his voice. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?” His eyes were pleading, and he looked distraught.

You scoffed softly to yourself. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m tired, so I’m going to bed, or else I actually will,” you replied shortly and retreated to your dorm.

Sirius whistled when James entered the room and unknowingly started to rub salt right in James’ well-deserved wound. “One o’clock in the morning, damn Prongs. You two must’ve had fun in the kitchen. How was the food? Did you like the present? I helped her with that,” he boasted.

James shook his head, “I messed it up again, Padfoot.”

Sirius eyes squinted ever so slightly at James. “No way,” he ended up asking in disbelief.

James didn’t answer right away, and Sirius got up out of bed and approached James. Then he shoved him. “Tell me you showed up for your anniversary, Prongs.”

James who had been looking at the ground finally met Sirius eye to eye, tears pooling in his own eyes. “We just lost track of the time, and then Ro-“

“If you finish that sentence and it’s about Rosalie, I will hurt you, James Potter.”

James helplessly looked at Sirius. “But you guys have it all wrong. It’s not her fault-“

Sirius grabbed James by the collar and shook him for good measure. “Prongs, mate. Wake the bloody hell up, would you.” His eyes bore straight through James’.

“Rosalie fancies you. It’s as clear as day. She demands your attention at all times. Asks for Quidditch practice, specifically with you, for an entire day. She diminishes our Y/N’s value in front of everyone, is pretentious and makes it seem as if you two are more compatible. She tries so hard to have so many common things with you like her last name, and she literally has a sketchbook full of portraits of you, which is rather creepy. Besides, she fully knew you were supposed to be back by ten o’clock for your date. I get it man, it’s subtle, but you’re smarter than that.”

Sirius released James and sighed. “And worst of all, Prongs, is that you let it happen. And every time you do, she wins a little more until Y/N will stop playing this stupid game for you.”

James let Sirius’ words sink in and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how right Sirius was.

“I don’t do it on purpose, Pads. Believe me. I know everything looks terrible, but I didn’t realize it.” James took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and pulled a hand through his locks.

“I forgot her birthday, but it was just a busy day, and I don’t really have a choice as captain but to train the new players. A-and I immediately apologized to Y/N when I realized what a twat I was in the locker room. And I didn’t miss my anniversary for a date with another girl or anything, there was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet people I’ve looked up to, and I know it looks bad together because Rosalie was involved in all those instances, but I never meant to hurt Y/N. You know I’m in love with her.”

James started pacing through the room. It was a miracle that the others hadn’t woken up yet.

“Okay, I believe you,” Sirius decided after consideration. “But maybe try properly explaining and apologizing to Y/N. And then confront Rosalie and tell her to sod off.”

James nodded. “Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll do that.” Sirius looked a little skeptically at James and then patted his shoulder before climbing back in bed, while James did the same.

He had almost fallen back asleep when James asked, “Do you think she’d forgive me?”

Sirius was quiet. He’d seen the hurt look on your face multiple times and had instead tried to keep your mind off of James whenever he saw you stare at James and Rosalie.

“I think she might break up with me, Sirius,” James whispered in a small voice. He couldn’t sleep, his mind was filled with guilt, distress and you.

“Go sleep James, we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

You took a deep breath before pushing through the grand doors of the Great Hall. You spotted the empty seat amongst the marauders and let your eyes slide across the Gryffindor table to look for James.

You found him talking with Rosalie, and you almost wanted to turn around and leave, when you spotted her sour face when he finally walked back to his seat. James wore a relieved expression and was greeted by the marauders with pats on the back in congratulations.

Sirius spotted you and waved you over, scooting over himself so you could squeeze in.

“Good morning,” you gratefully smiled at the boys and sat down. James absentmindedly loaded your favourite food on your plate out of habit and then hesitated. He hadn’t really dared look you in the eyes yet, still ashamed after lying awake all night, thinking of all the things he’d done.

When your stretched out hand appeared in his sight, he looked up and saw a kind expression on your face. He handed you the plate and relaxed a little.

“Sirius tells me you want to explain some things to me, so unless you have a date with Rosalie over there,” you gestured to the girl who was not looking happy. “We could talk after breakfast?”

James nodded eagerly, eyes wide. “Yes, please.” He stared at you, and almost frowned, wondering why you didn’t seem as angry as you did last night, or rather this early morning.

You noticed his stare and knew what he was thinking. “I told you; I was tired, upset and couldn’t deal with it then. But I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I have thought about everything and decided that I’m not going to rashly throw away two years of unconditional love and friendship between us, for things that I feel like you want to explain to me. It’s not so black and white in decisions when it comes to love and my love isn’t that fragile.”

“Thank you,” James breathed out, already feeling like crying.

“Don’t thank me, thank Pads, he is vouching for you,” you hummed. “But your explanation better be worth it. And that’ll be at least two weeks without kisses.”

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(Not) A Stand-Up Guy

Summary: Your boyfriend is being insulted. Naturally, you defend him. Problem is... That's kind of hard.

Characters: Azul, Jade

Azul Ashengrotto

It was a peaceful day as you passed through the hallways to run a quick errand; delivering papers to Professor Crewel. The halls were almost completely deserted, every little sound echoing through the walls.

And one of those sounds was the sound of people insulting your boyfriend.

"Ugh," said some guy. "The damn crook. Can't believe people like him can be housewarden."

"We should beat him up." Silence. "I-I'm joking," said the other guy hastily. "Obviously, I know that wouldn't work with those goons of his. He's still annoying, though."

"His voice pisses me off."

"His voice?" Said another guy incredulously. "What about the fact that he's a terrible person?"

A terrible person was definitely an overstatement. Though he definitely had his flaws, Azul wasn't Satan incarnate or anything Iike that.

And- now that you thought about it, didn't these guys cheat off you during Alchemy? What were they doing insulting you boyfriend when they knew you could hear them? Didn't they have an ounce of respect?

...Or did they just think you were a pushover?

You were beginning to feel offended on your own behalf, too.

"Hey!" You said, turning to face them, closing the gap between you and the group of miscreants. "Don't talk about my boyfriend like that!"

"We're right," said one of the guys nonchalantly. You paused for a second.

He was a crook, and he did intentionally get on people's nerves. Curses.

"Uh, well-" You raised a finger to try and prove your point, except there was no point to prove. "He has a very lovely voice!"

"That he sweetens up to get on people's nerves," said a guy. He was right.

You paused for a second. They were right, weren't they?

No, no. You weren't going to let this slide.

"Still," you said, steeling yourself. Your voice instantly turned stony.

"Let's face it: Night Raven's a school of schemers. You're all probably up to no good yourself. Azul isn't particularly worse than any of you, nor is he the morally irredeemable prat you seem to think he is. He's insanely hardworking, and probably more talented than you could ever be, considering how often you all try to pull a fast one and look at my answers during tests."

You paused for a long breath, taking in their shock at your words—and the fact you knew about them cheating off of you.

"So," you continued. "If you're going to use me to cheat or whatever, at least don't talk shit about my boyfriend when I can clearly hear you."

That promptly shut them up.

"Sorry, sorry," one of them said. "So... You won't tell Professor Crewel about... Uh...?"

You beamed.

"We're all good!" You said, switching up your tone immediately. You had gotten what you wanted.

The guy sighed.

"T-Thanks," he said, not really caring about Azul so long as he could keept cheating off of you during Alchemy.

"No problem!"

You beamed, off on your merry way. And, afterwards, you bumped into none other than your darling himself, Azul.

"I saw your little skirmish earlier today," he said with a grin. You laughed.

"I'd stick up for you again," you said. He smiled. "Even if it is super hard to do."

The smile fell right off his face.

"You'd do well to cease this line of conversation."

"Nah," you said. "I think I'll keep talking about it some more. I'll talk about you being a crook, and how you talk like Squidward from SpongeBob sometimes, and-"

"Insolent cretin."

"I love you too, Azul."

Jade Leech

Getting to pick Jade's mushrooms was quite the pleasant experience. They were all so pretty, and the garden itself was so well taken care of, not to mention how much glee you felt at the thought of Jade trusting you enough to ask you to pick some of his precious mushrooms for him!

As you finished storing the last of the mushrooms—Lactarius Indigo, a really pretty one; edible too—you practically skipped back to Octavinelle. Oh, how you loved mycology. The world of fungi was really quite fascinating.

So why did everyone think they were creepy? At least, they did in this school. Seriously, mushrooms weren't just not creepy, they were awesome! Mushrooms were one of the key players in the ecosystem, a great source of food, so varied in utility it was insane, gorgeous, not to mention-

"Oh, look," some guy said." It's the creepier Leech's servant, here to collect his fucking poison mushrooms."

"Don't say that! They're supposed to be together!" Said another guy with a snicker. "They're totally equals, you guys."

Your eye twitched. You could hear them. They knew that, right?

No, no. You had to be calm about this. Move on, ignore them.

"I wonder what kinda blackmail he's got on his little servant-"

"Oh, shut up!" You said before you could stop yourself. You'd lost your temper.

One of the guys scoffed.

"Your precious little boyfriend's a creep, and you know it," he said. Another guy nodded along.

"Wasn't that there thing about him finding people's private online accounts or some shit?"

You grit your teeth. That was... True, actually. He did that, and he also messed with others for his own amusement.

Curses.

"It's just the truth," said one of the guys. You noticed the yellow band on his uniform. Savannaclaw.

You smirked.

"Were you or were you not in on it when your dorm orchestrated the mass accidents? What about the stampede on Diasomnia?"

His eyes widened.

"I- uh-"

"That's what I thought," you said. "Might want to shut it, then. You're not exactly a saint yourself."

With that, you walked off, making one last comment about how they'd never been in a healthy relationship before. Still, you couldn't help but sigh.

You hadn't actually won the argument. You just- deflected their point.

Then again, did those guys really have a point? This was Night Raven. What made the things Jade did any worse than the misdeeds of other students?

You were pulled from your lamentations by the sight of Jade Leech.

"Thank you for so bravely taking a stand on my behalf, dearest," he said with a teasing look that contained a vague trace of sincerity. How did he even get that information? Hell if you knew.

"No problem, my dear princess," you said with an entirely straight face. "On that note, your knight has brought the requested items."

You pulled out the bag of mushrooms, presenting them to him with a smirk.

"Please, accept this humble offering," you said. It was all too satisfying to catch the split second of frustration on Jade's face at you playing along. Turnabout was fair play, wasn't it?

But, of course, he had to keep playing along. It was actually pretty funny, to be honest.

"I accept, my darling knight," he said with a smirk. "Of course, I must reward you."

"And how exactly do you intend to go about doing that?"

Your question was promptly answered when he pulled you in for a kiss.

#jade leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech x reader #jade leech x you #azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst Jade #twst azul #twisted wonderland #fanfiction #fluff

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honoriotsusuki · 2 months

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🎨𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙈-🎨

Fyodor x reader

Hard crack and fluff

DESC: Dazai had always hoped his mother would find someone again after his father left her when he was young. However he was not all to pleased to find out she found a FUCKING TERRORIST

WARNINGS: Mentions of terrorism. Everybody begrudgingly tolerates each other as opposed to outright killing each other. Probably ooc Fyodor. Suggestive but it's played for laughs. Kinda spoiler for Fyodors ability if you squint.

Dazai never knew his father. And he never wanted to. He had walked out on his mother when he was less than a year old. And yet his mother did it all for him. She tried her best to help him in any way she could despite her struggles and lack of child support. So as Dazai got older he had hoped his mother would find someone worth her time. A guy that treated her well and made sure she was well taken care of. This is not what he meant by that.

[NAME] stood there happily. Elated to finally introduce the two. Dazai had to fight back the urge to gag, scream, and strike the rat all at once. His eye slightly twitching. Fyodor. His mom was dating a fucking terrorist and she hadnt the smallest clue. His sweet, loving, passionate mother. This was ridiculous. His mother was young, she had him in her late teens so she was in her mid to late thirties, early forties. DAZAI HAD NO FUCKING CLUE HOW OLD THIS RAT BITCH WAS. I mean really- for all he knew he predated the fuckinf dinosaurs. He could've had a drinking contest with Christopher godamn Columbus and he would be none the wiser.

Fyodor- wasnt taking this all too well either. I mean, really - how the hell was this your son!? When Fyodor first met you, he saw you as yet another good person who had to live in a world of tainted ability users. However, he began to see you more frequently. Whether that be by coincidence or subconsciously going to places he had seen you before, he didn't know. But it all led in him, eventually asking you out. Fyodor never considered himself a romantic. He had plans - big ones! He couldn't risk distracting himself. But it was something about the way you spoke, your gentle demeanor and sweet mannerisms. How your coat was slightly stained with bright paint. So, of course, he wasn't risking losing you. When you stated dating, you had laid out immediately that if your son didn't like him, it couldn't happen. You valued his opinion over all else. And Fyodor admired it. You were a loving mother. But if he knew your son was the living embodiment of the "'hang' in there!" cat posters, he would have hired an assasin to take him out. (Not that it would've worked anyway. Dazai never seems to stay dead.)

So now here they both sat, at a cute brunch spot eating together. Anytime you looked their way, their smiles would be back. But the moment you left for the bathroom, they both began openly debating.

"Stop fucking my Mom." Dazai grit his teeth, his fork slightly scratching against his face. Fyodor rolled his eyes, "we haven't performed coitus as of yet you imbecile." He scoffed. Dazai visibly recoiled, relieved and yet disgusted. "Who the hell calls it that?" He gagged. "I would rather adress it as such than with vulgar language-" Fyodor argued. "Oh my god. You sound like a fucking Victorian man. What do the sight of her ankles get your rocks hard my guy?" Dazai groaned. "If you keep this up I will make love with her to spite you." Fyodor glared. Dazai paused. Turning to him in disbelief.

"You wouldnt-

"Watch me, cretin."

@HONORIOTSUSUKI

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moutainrusing · 2 months

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illness

987 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

Poking Sirius’s forehead was his mother’s wand. Running the length of Sirius’s body was his father’s wand. Tradition of the Black heir turning sixteen: make sure he had no disabilities. No setbacks, disadvantages, handicaps.

With stern frowns, they analysed the results. Then, “Get out.” They faced each other in shock, having said that simultaneously. He has both?

“What?” Sirius croaked.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Orion bellowed.

Walburga shoved Orion, caterwauling, “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU CRETIN!”

“NO SON OF MINE, YOU CRIPPLE!” Orion screamed.

“HE’S NOT MINE, EITHER!” Walburga roared. (Now she was yelling more at Orion than Sirius…?)

His parents’ faces had twisted, fury curling their lips, passion blotching their cheeks red, anxiety shaking their hands, regret furrowing their brows, sadness freezing their voices, sharpening them to ice. They blamed themselves for his disabilities. Their genes, their problem. Upset he turned out this way, riddled with issues. Bitter, because how could life do this to them? If word got out, eyes would turn to them. This is your invalid? Makes sense.

Sirius nodded slowly, eyes prickling. He didn’t want to be disabled. The first thing people saw about him: the fact that he was incapable, helpless, hopeless. They would judge him while pretending they weren’t. There was always stigma around it. He was weak, dumb, weird. “I— I’ll go. But… what’s wrong with me?” He looked at his parents pleadingly. Fix me.

“Mental illness and physical,” Walburga scoffed.

Orion snarled, “Won’t live past thirty, wretch.”

“Unstable in both mind and muscle. They’ll all give up on you, as they should. Immobile, paralysed.” Walburga laughed shrilly, “Get out.”

“While you can still walk,” Orion sneered.

Sirius nodded silently, a sob choked up in his throat. When he shut the door, he heard his parents break. He followed suit, in tears on the street.

- - -

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT YOU’RE A WEREWOLF, REMUS. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” Sirius took a deep breath. “You,” he jabbed Remus’s chest. “Being. A. Werewolf. Doesn’t. Matter.”

“But it does.” Remus shoved Sirius’s hand away pitifully. “I’ll hinder your life. You can find love with someone worthy, live a beautiful life until you’re grey and old—”

“I’LL NEVER BE GREY AND OLD!” Sirius yelled, not catching the words before they left his mouth. His eyes widened.

“What?” Remus stammered.

Sirius laughed harshly. “I’ll probably die before you. In fact, I’m the one who’ll hinder you.” He bowed dramatically, “I’m sick.” He jabbed his chest, “I can already feel it. Y’know how you call me clumsy?” Sirius smirked depravedly. “Well, that’s my muscles spasming. Ain’t working properly. They’re giving up on me like my parents did. Like you’re doing. And I’m crazy?” Sirius cackled, “That’s my brain. Fucking disabled.”

“Sirius,” Remus whispered.

Sirius pointed frantically, “See?! Already scared of me!”

“No, Sirius,” Remus shook his head softly. “Whatever is going on is not a problem. Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re human.”

“Yeah, right, say that to yourself,” Sirius scoffed.

Remus sighed, “It’s different—”

“Is it though?” Sirius glared. “I’m gonna die early ‘cause of something I can’t control, something people still blame and judge me for. Their discrimination is more pointless than I am.”

“You’re not pointless,” Remus argued.

“And you?” Sirius returned, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not…” Remus winced, finishing pathetically, “Pointless.”

“Ha!” Sirius crowed victoriously. “You don’t believe it! How am I supposed to believe that being disabled isn’t a curse when you act like that?! When everyone acts like that?! You coo and reassure someone else it’s okay, but when it’s you?!”

“I…” Remus was at a loss for words.

Fine. Sirius had way too much for both of them. “Why do you add on to the discrimination already there?”

Remus shook his head helplessly.

Sirius prodded, “Why can’t people let us be? Everyone’s gonna die, so let us be happy. When I first found out, I hated myself. But then I realised that even with disabilities, I am still myself. I’m still brave, smart, whatever. I never stopped. And my parents’ve always been wrong. Of course they were wrong about disabilities, too. I dunno what’s gonna happen to me, but then, does anyone? You could get caught in an accident any day! We could die any day! You’re a werewolf, but you never stopped being Remus. You never stopped being thoughtful, beautiful, lovely, mine. My friend,” Sirius clarified, smiling gently.

Loud again, “But we should be more if we both want that. Let us want! Take all the love you get, because so many people will deny you the best life you deserve. So what if it doesn’t last? If it’s not always happy? Let yourself live.”

Remus was crying. While Sirius could still move his fingers, he brushed the tears away.

- - -

Sirius did make it to thirty. Wheelchair-bound, unable to move a muscle nor talk, brain functioning perfectly, heart beating a love song for Remus.

He could move a few muscles. His thumb: up and down, up and down as he pressed the button of a Muggle invention to form words on this screen.

He could write books on anything, all the knowledge of OWLs and NEWTs and beyond firmly stuck in the crevices of his brain.

Remus pulled a chair up next to him, having also made it to thirty: grey-haired, smiling, walking with a cane, tired, living, bones aching, thinking, dreaming, being.

Scanning over Sirius’s document, Remus’s eyes lit up, and he turned to Sirius with a grin. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

Sirius couldn’t say anything except stare at Remus in awe. But that was okay, because Remus had enough words for both of them.

Remus leaned towards Sirius, giving him enough time to roll away if necessary, before slotting their lips together. “You’re amazing. I love you,” Remus mumbled. Sirius put all his effort, energy, love towards smiling into the kiss. Nothing happened, but he knew Remus could feel it anyway.

#marauders #microfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #wolfstar microfic #disability #disabled characters #disability awareness #walburga black #orion black

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i-smoke-chapstick · 4 months

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Okay so like as I’m writing this, tomorrow is my birthday (I’m gonna be 19 😭) and I was wondering if I could get some birthday headcanons with the legion of horribles (poly but platonic) + (separately) zsasz?🥺

You don’t have to finish this on my birthday so I understand if it will take time but if you can do it that would be wonderful! Don’t feel pressured though!

Thank you so much Cupid!^^🫂

'400 LUX,

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Jerome Valeska, Bridgit Pike, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Birthday HCs with the Legion of Horribles! (+ romantic zsasz)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE FLUFF! They adore reader so so so much! Reader turning 19 :> Age gap for Zsasz! All seven of these idiots. Good luck reader, you will need it!! Suggestive parts in Zsasz's. Reader probably drinking too much tea to be healthy. Also sorry I'm a little late with this, hectic week but happy late bday adal <3 love ya!

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you?” 400 Lux by Lorde

Number one spoiler!

No seriously, good luck. You are basically Martin #2. He's buying the most extravagant gifts, and hosting the birthday party. He's getting mad at Jervis and Jerome (anyone who can't keep there mouth shut for the surprise.)

Hectically organizing this whole mess. To his best ability. Eventually he gives up under the stress and you'll notice. Just have a little sit down with him, and he'll HAPPILY celebrate your birthday far away from everyone else.

Once you two have a minute alone, he's making you his mothers tea, telling you all about his birthdays and how she used to celebrate them with him. He really just wants to make this the best day for you possible.

Have a small little laugh with him on the couch, look at baby pictures of him around the mansion, watch him get red in the face and scowl just a teeny tiny bit.

He'll also scroll through your phone (he's horrible with technology) and look at your baby pictures too. You two end up having a good laugh and a semi-serious talk about childhood memories <3

He'll end up giving you his most personal gift when you two are alone, away from the "cretins outside" in his words.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “We might be hollow but we're brave.” 400 Lux by Lorde

The only time he's 100 percent serious is when he's busy with the sheer EFFORT he's putting into this celebration.

Him and Oswald have conflicting ideas. Oswald wants something extravagant, royal, fit for you, like a coming of age. Jerome still wants to throw you a ball, but more like a child's dream chucky-cheese type birthday.

What do you mean he can't get a bunch of arcade machines and a ball pit delivered to the mansion? He's pouting.

He'll be DAMNED if he doesn't book the entertainment and a GIANT cake, though.

Will get Jervis to hypnotize some poor sap to dance for you. You know, if you're into that. Might kill him too if you're a little evil like him. If you aren't into that, he'll let him live. That's your gift :>

Did i say a GIANT cake? Yeah. It's massive. FUCKING MASSIVE. He probably ends up eating more of it then you guys, to be honest.

Makes sure it's your favorite flavor too.

Makes everyone sit down when it's time for cake and candles, if anyone tries to get up he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

Remember that "USE THE TONGS, CARL!" Yeah, he's channeling that energy to the hypnotized people cutting the cake and setting the table.

Fully looks at you like a successor (and like, his only real friend) so he's a bit pushy for this to go well. Not as much as Oswald, but still set on making this a good day for you. He just isn't as overt.

𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐼𝑇 𝑃𝐼𝐾𝐸

♫ “And the heating comes on.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Poor baby has never seen, attended, or had a birthday party in her life. It's new for her, it's intriguing. She loves this little strange family you guys have created.

You are LITERALLY her little sister, the only sibling she truly sees as her own!

It's obligatory for her to light the birthday candles (and almost burn the mansion down, chaos ensues)

Similar to Oswald, she gives you one intimate gift. Something she knows you'll love, something personal. You're favorite flowers, gems, or even a nod to an inside joke.

Arguing with Victor (Fries) about who has the better gift and who you like more.

When the day is nearing it's end, she volunteers to clean up to have some time alone with you. Everyone else is winding down, but you and her will get to talk like two best friends.

It's the only time she feels like a normal teenage girl. Just gossiping with you while putting Jerome's confetti in trash bags.

You'll probably have a little slumber party with her in the living room, eating left-over snacks and watching TV, throwing popcorn at each other. Speaking of popcorn....

"Hey, watch this!" She's nudging you, getting you to watch her make her own popcorn kernels with her flamethrower, signature smile on her face :>

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “You drape your wrists over the steering wheel.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He was fighting tooth and nail for this to be a tea party. Still upset it's not. Ended up still hypnotizing someone to make tea for you all. Ah, Small victories.

Also? We saw him in that chauffer outfit. He will gladly be the designated driver.

Similar to the rest of them, he wants some time alone with you. So, he's hypnotizing a limo and pulling up and practically stealing you away.

Takes you on a little shopping spree. Anywhere you want to go, he'll take you there! Even if he doesn't particularly enjoy it. (cough cough, convince stores, cough cough)

Wants to take you to the tea shoppes and bakeries.

He is LITERALLY the most BUSY bee out of EVERYONE. Everyone is so obsessed with planning and whatnot, but he actually has to do EVERYTHING by himself.

Whose hypnotizing the cake maker, the gifts, the decorations, the people, the waiters? Ah, the list goes on and on. He's a bit tuckered out by the time you too are done shopping and he's off his list of errands.

Have a cup of tea with him after <3 he will be infinitely grateful to wind down with you if you find the time during the day.

Sings happy birthday obnoxiously loud for you. He also insists everyone has perfect table manners and etiquette. (Looking at you, Jerome.)

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “I can tell that you're tired.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Silent, for the most part. Will refuse to sing happy birthday, and will truly only participate if it's the two of you alone. He...doesn't work well in groups.

He's getting a slap on the wrist from everyone because of it.

He'd MUCH rather steal you away periodically through the day, to just talk to you about your childhood. Congratulate you. He's happy for you, but he's a little scared you're getting older.

Very protective. Always. No matter what.

You might hear him laugh a bit, joke around with you, just simply checking the surroundings and chaos from Jerome.

If you are someone who prefers things more lowkey, you'll find yourself spending the majority of the day with Jonathan. Eventually you two will just pass by each other every now and then, and share a brief respite from the bustling outside.

You are TRULY his best friend. He wants to make this day as good for you as everyone else does. He just doesn't know where to start.

He'll probably end up giving you your favorite gift out of EVERYONE.

Doesn't matter what it is. He'll know. It will be intimate, genuine, and a very heartfelt message on the bottom of a card attached.

"Love you, Y/N." -Jonathan

Okay, not SUPER heartfelt at first look, but for him? It's as close as you'll get to him being vulnerable.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆

♫ “We're getting good at this.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Jerome puts him on ice-cream duty and he's reasonably grumpy.

No, but genuinely, this is a VERY special day for him. He's a VERY proud dad!

Always wanted to have kids with Nora. Never got a chance. You really are his second chance at happiness, and he loves you so much. He gets to live out everything he thought he'd never be able too.

Wants to get more involved, but gets a little pushed out between Jerome and Oz.

Jerome probably makes him make ice sculptures. Or Ozzie asks him to freeze the body of your enemies. Perfect gift!

Similar to Jonathan, likes to keep things more lowkey. He'll sneak in a pseudo father daughter bonding moment, even if you don't know.

"So, uh, you're staying out trouble, right?"

He's asking, nudging you when you two finally get a moment alone. His voice comes out in a mumble, obviously not very experienced in this role of being a father. But he can't help it.

Overprotective dad scowling at Zsasz, you know, to get the point across. Zsasz staring riiiiiiight back.

"Just so you know...if you break her heart, I'm freezing yours." Victor #1 says, with a clicking sound, and a raise of his gun.

Victor #2 raises a non-existent eyebrow, and lifts his own gun in return. "Of course..." He drawls. The idle threats are there.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You pick me up and take me home again / We're hollow like the bottles that we drain.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He's a loving boyfriend, you just have to get through his layers throughout the day!

Of course, he's your ride to and from the mansion. Driving with him, his hand on your thigh, disco music. Waking you up with kisses and birthday sex

He's grumbling just a bit everyone else wants to steal you away. Que him being a sassy boyfriend, rolling his eyes.

He ends up just standing around the mansion most of the day, sneaking bites of pastries or making idle conversation with the terrified waiters, while you are out with Jervis. He doesn't mind. It's your day. He is more then happy, this is his element. A whole day dedicated to his girl, and free food? Sign him up.

In contrast to everyone, he's the only person to give you a gag gift. Surprisingly, Jerome takes this too seriously to give you one. Victor doesn't, though. He'll give you a whole bunch of small gag gifts, just to see that beautiful smile on your face.

He'll end up getting you a real gift though. Something precious, gorgeous, elegant. Something absolutely killer. Black onyx necklace? Yes. You'll feel the leather of his gloves on your neck while he puts it on you.

Doesn't care if ANYONE looks at the two of you weirdly for the age gap. In fact, he'll become even MORE affectionate. Y'know, just to piss people off.

Speaking of age, he doesn't care you aren't 21 just yet. He's 100% sneaking the two of you some alcohol to drink. (Not without teasing you, of course, for being a downright horrible criminal!)

Oswald, Victor Fries, and Jervis don't appreciate you drinking. They are too protective. But Zsasz doesn't gaf what they say :>

#gotham #x reader #gotham x reader #batman #gotham villains x reader #batman rogues #batman rouges gallery #batman x reader #dc comics #jervis tetch x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #victor zsasz x reader #bridgit pike x reader #legion of horribles #j squad #victor fries x reader #jonathan crane x reader #birthday fic #jerome valeska x reader

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tashacee · 7 months

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Hi!!! You’re one of my favorites authors and I just wanted to drop a question!

So in your Mask!Wild series, I’ve counted Time with masks, Wind with a Korok mask, and ofc Wild with a mask, are there any other masks in the chain I’m missing? Not for the masquerade ball at least?

HI LAWN YOU'RE SO NICE OMG

And HMMMMMM MASKS YOU SAY? Well look what we have here....

Building Trust

Legend glared from his seat. It was well past midnight and he knew that at least a little of his anxiety would be settled by rest. But... not all of it.

He looked up. Warriors, the only one left awake, was waiting for a response, and much as Legend wanted to bite back a cutting response he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. But what to say? What was wrong? Nothing was wrong with Legend, it was just-

"It's Wild." he blurted all at once and then looked over at the closed door of the Champion's bedroom on instinct. Wars was looking at him in shock, so Legend hastened to explain. "I- i just. I don't know. I want to make him more comfortable and show him that I care. You know?"

He sighed and looked down at his hands again. "I... I don't know anything about wearing a mask. Hiding. I've always been... y'know. There. I used to be a pretty outgoing person and even now, i just... i don't know what to do. I don't ... know enough. About this."

For a long moment there was silence, and then-

“I… I had a mask once.” Warriors admitted quietly. He was fiddling with the edge of his scarf, staring determinately at the flagstone floor. The confident captain was gone - this was just warriors. Link. A young man who had been through more than anyone should.

“The… after the temple of souls I couldn’t take it. Didn’t want to go out. It always felt like she was watching me and it felt dirty. I started covering up. Big cloaks. Hats. Hoods. Wrapped my scarf round so it covered my face when I went out. Only my eyes were visible, the damn thing went up over my nose and everything. It was the middle of the summer too, I was sweltering and probably smelled pretty rancid but-“

He broke off with a laugh. “I just. I couldn’t take it any more. I didn’t want to be seen” He took in a shuddering breath and reached shakily for his water, sipping it slowly. He shook his head as he set it down.

“I bought the mask about a month after the temple. I wanted to wear it out but I knew the royal court would never accept it. The scarf up over my nose was one thing, but a full mask? Heh heh. They changed my name. My accent. I was already wearing the fancy ass rich boy mask they’d made me, they’d never accept that. But I wanted to. Hylia, I wanted to. I used to just. Stay in my room and stare at it. Trying to get up the courage to put it on.”

He laughed suddenly, shaking his head. “Then mask and the sailor found out. Little cretins. You ever tried explaining ‘body issues’ to a ten year old? He just looked at me and said ‘until you’ve been stuck as a tree, y’aint got issues’. And the little shit threw my mask in the fire. The gall of it!”

He paused, sighing. “I… still hid my face. In the scarf. For a long time after that. Took me going to therapy to sort it out. I- the thought of her seeing me, even after she was dead. It was a lot to handle. So yeah. I’ve… I’ve had experiences with masks.”

Legend stared. That was... a lot to take in. Like a lot. But he wasn't going to be sarcastic about it. Not with something so serious.

"What..." he cleared his throat. "What can I do to help then? Cause somehow i don't think throwing his mask in the fire is a good idea."

Wars snorted. "Fuck, no." he laughed and shook his head. "Time. Time and a safe space. And a metric shittonne of therapy, but somehow I don't think we can provide that."

Legend cracked a smile. "A safe space, huh? I think we can make that happen."

#it me #replies #linked universe #linked universe fic #lu #linked universe fanfic #mask!wild #finding family #my writing

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enviousjam · 1 year

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BEN: A clock is right four times a day, if you think about the minute hand and the second hand. Thank you…

MARCUS: [laughs]

BEN: The minute hand and the hour hand and the second hand-

HENRY: No-

BEN: It could be right six times a day!

MARCUS: [still laughing]

HENRY: No Kissel, no, I’m like, I’m literally about to start crying blood. It’s-

BEN: No, if you think about-

HENRY: No-

BEN: The hour is correct,

HENRY: It’s- they’re not two separate- !

BEN: So it’s 2 pm, and then it’s-

HENRY: No, asshole, no no no-

BEN: Fifteen minutes-

HENRY: You can’t just say, no no no no no, it can’t just be-

BEN: So, it could actually be right six times a day.

MARCUS: [still laughing]

HENRY: You are incorrect.

BEN: And-

HENRY: You are thinking about a clock completely wrong. A time is the coordination of the minute hand and-

BEN: [laughs] Yes…

MARCUS: All three! All three! Minute, hour-

HENRY AND MARUCS: and second!

HENRY: So it can only be twice!

[overlapped talking]

BEN: And individually, individually, they can also be correct.

MARCUS: Well no, that would mean it would be correct 24 times in a day.

HENRY: It is-

BEN: Why.

MARCUS: Becau- If you’re only counting the minute hand?

BEN: No I’m not just counting the minute hand!

HENRY: I… want… to retire, from the podcast.

BEN: Well, hey, buddy.

HENRY AND MARCUS: [laughing]

BEN: Wait a couple of years, and then you can get whatever clock you want. I mean I dunno what kinda…

HENRY: [wailing in anguish]

BEN: Probably, maybe-

HENRY: [wailing in anguish]

BEN: Wanna get, probably, probably wanna get a clock that’s right more than two times a day. Idiot here…

HENRY: [wailing in anguish] Oh, god, oh god!

BEN: Cretin I guess.

#lpotl #last podcast on the left #this joke has been on my mind for days #env.typ #audio #long post #podcast

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balkanradfem · 4 months

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I was trying to explain to my friend how all music from our country that is made by m*n is sexist, and was deconstructing the lyrics of some beloved, popular songs from the 90s. She told me I was the only person who would ever find fault in those songs, and acted like I was, in fact, a lunatic for dissecting every little thing to find offense in it. So I thought, you know what, I will bring this to my blog. Let the tumblrinas decide if I'm right.

So I will translate for you, some of our very beloved songs, in order to tell you what I think is wrong with them. If you're croatian, this will be funny, and you are allowed to correct my translation. I don't even hate these, they're incredibly catchy, but the lyrics are driving me insane.

Mary and Kate (youtube link) (1st verse) I thought the life was restaurants and dreams Friends, pretty women, for love to guide me And wherever I went, I didn't care I loved, never asked, through the world I drifted (chorus) Mary and Kate Where are they, to come back? My beautiful little Anne Who did you sleep with tonight? (2nd) I talked a lot, drank a lot, and laughed a lot I did this and that, everything, and always what I wanted And while I drifted, a crazy fool Pretty girls were all snatched by effortless cretins (chorus) (3rd) Where was I, what I was doing, who did I love? I was having fun, never lost my head I am still the same, I am the real one Real m*n goes, gives, never gets spoilt.

I no longer understand These young girls I am real for them They are not the real ones. I no longer understand What do they want? If only women were what they once were. (chorus) Mary and Kate Where are they, to come back? My beautiful little Anne Who did you sleep with tonight?

So you all can probably tell why this pisses me off, the chorus itself is giving me rage, but then the last bit just goes into full misogyny rant about women. It is obvious that this is a bullshit sicko man! He fancies himself as a 'vagabond' who just drifts around, drinks and has sex with women, and while he was young, it was working out for him and he could get young women to sleep with him, and then some time later, women obviously caught on onto the fact that he is a worthless drunk who doesn't do anything but party and bed women, incapable of being faithful or useful to anyone, and they've settled for males who, I would hope, are at least having a job and don't cheat or do alcohol all day. So as a response to that, he has to go and say 'wow women today are not real anymore, what do they want?? I am the real male obviously, m*n can never go bad, but all these women, they are unreal for not wanting me,' and then he proceeds to try and guilt trip MULTIPLE WOMEN AT ONCE for being on a location he doesn't know of, asking who they slept with! It's literally none of his business! He's literally not invested in any of these and will not contribute to their life in any manner except to give them a horrible time and to then proceed to look for his next victim, but they're being depicted as wrong and unreasonable. It's very obvious why no woman would look at him!

It makes me even more concerned that by the end of the song, he's no longer saying 'women', he's saying 'girls', indicating that now that he's older, he's interested in younger female demographic, but then also a verse later he had the GALL to call them 'not real women', if they're also not interested in him. In the end he even goes 'if only women were what they once were', by which he probably means, without any rights to reject him, without legal protection, only that way he could get whatever he would want from them.

My friend told me I'm supposed to just 'not listen to the lyrics' but m*n are listening to these lyrics! And agreeing! And if we're also acting uncritically, they're taking it as a sign that we also agree! A m*n wrote these!! It got mega popular!! And the song itself is so damn catchy it's been playing in my head all damn day. Someone needs to say something!!!!

The second one I want to criticize is considered one of the most beautiful, most romantic songs in our language, and I too will sing it sometimes because the imagery gets to me, but once I fully analyzed the lyrics I could see that something unsavory and messed up is going on in here and I am going to talk about it.

Empress (youtube link) (1st verse) Golden threads of the summer dawn came to her castle to wake up my love. Light shall kiss her face, beautiful as in an empress, while I can't kiss her. Golden net of her body has captured my soul only to throw it back into the sea. Every morning, before dawn I come to her castle, white castle of my penance. (chorus) All of my life, all I wanted was her. To find the way to her heart. All of my life, my body is without her Like flowers without water.

These are all of the lyrics, and on the first glance, it sounds beautiful, he's describing her as royalty, and without any derogatory terms as well, which is not common, thus the romantic notion. But. If you paid attention, there are clues that tell us that this woman is not even remotely interested in him, and he's depicting himself as this deeply pained, suffering man, and he's suffering because of her appearance.

He's depicting an image of a woman who is hidden from him, by a castle, and he can't get close to her – this is probably because she is unwilling to face him, or to come close to him, she's behind a wall for a reason. He even implies he's jealous of the light kissing her face, which is in the area of insane obsessed stalker, and when you read further on, he mentions he actually comes to her castle, BEFORE DAWN, which means she probably doesn't know he's doing it, he is in fact, stalking this woman. He describes her castle as a white castle where his punishment happens – he is punished by what? Her existing?

The only description of this woman we get is the perceived beauty of her, there's never any insight in who she is, anything she does or says that would imply interest, but he feels deeply victimized. 'Golden net of her body has captured my sol', he imagines that her appearance was a trap to capture him, by which we can assume the poor woman never even said anything to him, he just saw her and decided that she is responsible for his feeling, because he likes appearance and feels he should have her. And here also we can see that she doesn't want him, because she 'threw his soul back into the sea', meaning she did not show any interest in him. He goes on to cry about how his body is 'like flowers without water', implying he is withering at the foot of her castle, because she is not showing any interest in sleeping with him, oh the horrors.

This is clearly a stalker song! She probably never even spoke to this man and he doesn't seem to know anything about her, he never ever mentions anything except for her beauty, we don't know what this woman is like, or what she wants, this is not a love song! The only agency this woman is showing is that she's staying hidden in her castle PROBABLY FOR A GOOD REASON, and he keeps stalking her and claiming she's causing him pain. I would freaking move castles.

The only saving grace of this song is that I do hope he withers completely without ever getting a glimpse of her, and that she never even finds out, which I feel is the correct way for him to go, without bothering her.

These are not the only songs I find issue with, I am actually continually mad about many other songs but I will leave it at this for now. Thank you for coming to my music corner where we point things out.

#feminist analysis #radfem analysis #song analysis #songs from 90s #cesarica #mare i kate #misogyny in music #victim blaming women for everything #sexism #croatian sexism

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glittervame · 6 months

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Thanks for asking

-Amortentia prompt-

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya! <3

Pansy Parkinsonx NB!Reader 1.5k words

Warnings: None

Y/n found themselves seated at a wooden table in the Potions classroom, their ink-stained fingers drumming nervously against the cool surface as they awaited their partner. The familiarity of the setting, the musty smell of old parchment and potion ingredients, was oddly comforting. But something felt off today.

The classroom door swung open, and a girl with raven-black hair, her eyes sparkling with mischief, glided in, her group of friends following after her. She took her seat across the room with a coy smile, adjusting her pale green robes. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way she fidgeted with her delicate gold bracelets, the same ones he'd seen her wear in every other class they'd shared.

Y/n tuned back in as the infamous Harry Potter walked through the door, “… to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all…” Slughoorn cuts himself off once he sees him, “Ah. Harry, old boy. I was beginning to worry.”

Harry hesitates, “I've got someone with me, I see.” He gestures to the red head beside him

“Ron Weasley, Sir.” the boy said awkwardly, the tips of his ears turning red, “I'm dead awful at potions, I'm menaced actually, so I'll probably just go.”

“Nonsense. We'll sort you out.” The professor laughs, “Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out.”

“Sorry, Sir, I haven't actually got my book yet. Nor does Ron.”

“Not to worry, then, get you one from the cupboard.” He gestures towards an old bookcase, “Now, as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?” Y/n was holding a hand over their mouth trying to stifle the snickers coming from him as he watched Harry and Ron fight over the last remaining good book. “Yes, Miss…” Slughorn trails off not remembering her name.

“Granger, Sir,” she reminds, “That one there is Veritaserum, It's a truth-telling serum. And that one…” She states.

“Terribly tricky to make” Slughorn chimes in.

“And this is Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in the world, It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.” She points to a pink potion, the fumes coming from it forming into hearts, “For example, I smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and spearmint toothpaste…” She breaths, backing away quickly

Intrigued Y/n breathed in, It was the smell wafting around in their classroom that got their heart to flutter, Dior perfume, nail polish, and a cretin type of cinnamon alcohol.

Slughorn nods, impressed at her knowledge, “Now, amortentia doesn't create actual love, that'd be impossible, but it does cause powerful infatuation or obsession. Whispers and giggles float around the room from the girls, discussing who they would use it on. “And for that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room.” he eyes the girls knowingly.

“Sir, you haven't told us what's in that one.” Y/n points out, looking at the vile with clear liquid.

“Ah, yes.” Slughor claps his hands together, “What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen, is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis. But it is more commonly referred to as…” he raises a brow waiting for an answer. A hand shoots up, “Yes, Miss Granger?”

“Liquid luck.”

“Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong.” He nods, “One sip and you'll find that all of your endeavors succeed. At least until the effects wear off.” He chuckles, “So, this is what I offer each of you today.” He holds the tiny vile up, “One tiny vial of liquid luck to the student who, in the hour that remains manages to brew an acceptable draft of Living Death. Recipes for which can be found on page 10 of your books.” He gestures to their tables, ”You should not doubt however: Only once did a student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this price. Nevertheless, good luck to you all. Let the brewing commence.”

The professor paired them up for the brewing exercise, and to their surprise, Y/n found themselves partnered with Pansy Parkinson. They exchanged a brief nod before gathering their ingredients and supplies. As they began to work together, they found themselves growing more comfortable with each other. Pansy was surprisingly knowledgeable about potions, and Y/n's experience with brewing seemed to come in handy.

Despite their initial reservations about being partnered with her, Y/n couldn't help but find Pansy rather fascinating. Her obsessive fiddling with her bracelets and the way she'd stare off into space, lost in her own thoughts, made her seem mysterious and intriguing. And when she'd catch them staring, she'd blush ever-so-slightly, adding an extra layer of interest.

They worked together seamlessly, measuring ingredients and stirring the pot with practiced ease. As they did so, they chatted about their favorite books and subjects, discovering that they had more in common than they'd ever imagined. Even Pansy's pet peeve about people relating her name to the flower, didn't seem quite so annoying anymore as Y/n blinked up at her, asking the question.

"Oh, well, it's just… people always assume that I'm this delicate, fragile flower, when I'm really not." Pansy huffed, adjusting her bracelets. "My sister, on the other hand, she's the real flower. Always has been. I was just named after my grandmother." She shrugged, as if it didn't bother her as much as it used to. "Anyway," she continued, her voice softening, "what do you like to do for fun?"

Y/n paused for a moment, considering her answer. "Well, I enjoy reading, of course. I'm a bit of a bookworm, really. And I like to hang out with my cat in the library." he smiled, feeling a bit more at ease with Pansy. "And I'm also quite good at Quidditch, I play for my house team."

"That's impressive." Pansy smiled back, seeming genuinely interested. "I've always wanted to try Quidditch, but my parents don't approve. They say it's too dangerous." She sighed, looking a little wistful. "Anyway, enough about me. Tell me more about your cat. What's her name?"

As they continued to work together, they found themselves becoming even closer. The hour flew by, and before they knew it, their potion was complete. They were both rather proud of their work, and even Professor Slughor had to admit that it was quite good. As they presented their concoction to him, he smiled and nodded. "Excellent work, both of you. It seems that I'll have to find a new challenge for next time."

After class, Y/n found themself lingering behind, unsure of whether they should just leave or not. Pansy seemed to sense their hesitation and turned to face them. "Well, this was fun," she said with a small smile. "Do you want to hang out sometime, maybe? You know, outside of class?"

Y/n felt a blush creep up their cheeks and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like fun." They glanced around, suddenly self-conscious. "Um, I mean, if you're not busy or anything."

Pansy laughed softly, shaking her head. "I'm hardly ever busy. I'd love to hang out." She paused, looking thoughtful. "How about we meet up in the library tomorrow afternoon? We can talk more about Quidditch and I get to meet your cat, if you want."

Y/n grinned. "That sounds perfect." They exchanged contact information and parted ways, both with a spring in their step. As they headed back to their common room, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside. They'd made a new friend, and it felt like the start of something wonderful.

The next day, they met up in the library as planned. Pansy was already there, sitting at a table near the window, fiddling with her bracelets as she waited. Y/n waved at her as they entered, causing Pansy to look up and smile. "Hey," she said warmly, gesturing for them to join her. They sat down across from each other, feeling a bit more at ease now that they were out of class.

As they talked about their favorite Quidditch players and their favorite artists, Y/n's cat, Sapphire, curled up in pansy's lap, purring contentedly. Pansy seemed to enjoy petting her, and they found themselves laughing as Sapphire batted at her bracelets playfully. The afternoon flew by as they lost themselves in their conversation, not realizing how late it had gotten until Madam Prince began to shoo them out.

"Hey, it was really fun hanging out with you," Pansy said, giving Y/n a genuine smile. "Do you want to hang out again soon?"

"I'd love to," Y/n replied, feeling a blush creep up their cheeks. "Maybe we could go to Hogsmeade together sometime?"

Pansy's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds like fun! There is a new store near Honey Dukes. When do you want to go?" she asked, already planning their outing.

Y/n thought for a moment before nodding. "How about next weekend? I'm free on Saturday. we could go before the Quidditch match" They smile, making sure they had each other's schedules. As they said their goodbyes and headed back to their respective common rooms, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within them.

The next few days passed by quickly, and before they knew it, it was Saturday. Y/n had woken up early, eagerly anticipating their trip to Hogsmeade with Pansy. They spent the morning carefully choosing their outfit, making sure it was both stylish and comfortable for Quidditch. Once they were ready, they met Pansy in the common room, and together they headed down to breakfast.

Breakfast was a lively affair, with many students discussing their plans for the day. Y/n couldn't help but feel a bit envious as they overheard conversations about parties and dates. They glanced over at Pansy, who was sitting across from them, and smiled. She caught their gaze and winked, giving them a reassuring smile. It was nice to know that they had someone they could rely on and look forward to spending time with.

After breakfast, they headed to the entrance of Hogsmeade, where a group of students was already forming a queue. Y/n couldn't help but feel a little nervous as they waited for their turn to go through the barrier. They kept glancing over at Pansy, who seemed completely unfazed by the whole thing. Finally, it was their turn, and they stepped through the barrier, feeling a brief thrill as they were officially in Hogsmeade.

The village was bustling with activity, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly baked goods and sweet treats. Pansy led them down the main street, pointing out various shops and landmarks. They stopped at a small café for a quick bite to eat, enjoying a warm cup of tea and some butterbeer before continuing on their way.

As they wandered around, they found themselves drawn to a small, quaint store that Pansy had mentioned earlier. The windows were adorned with colorful scarves and hats, and a warm glow emanated from within. "This is it," Pansy said with a grin, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Inside, the store was even more charming than it had appeared from the outside. The walls were lined with shelves, each one overflowing with an array of colorful scarves and hats. A petite, red-haired woman stood behind the counter, chatting amiably with a group of students. She broke away from them when she saw Pansy and waved them over. "Hello, Pansy! How lovely to see you again. Is this your friend?"

"Yes, this is Y/n," Pansy replied, gesturing for her to come forward. "They've been wanting to check out your shop."

Y/n smiled shyly and stepped up to the counter. The woman smiled back at them, her green eyes twinkling with warmth. "Well, you've come to the right place. My name is Luna, and I own this little boutique. Let me know if you need any help finding anything in particular."

As Y/n began to browse, Pansy and Luna chatted amiably beside them. They could hear Pansy telling Luna about their Quidditch practices and the upcoming match, while Luna shared stories about her own time at Hogwarts and the adventures she'd had since then. The sound of their voices created a cozy, familiar atmosphere that made Y/n feel right at home.

Eventually, they found a scarf that caught their eye - a soft, burgundy wool with gold threading throughout. They held it up to their neck, admiring the way it draped, and then glanced over at Pansy for her opinion. She smiled at them encouragingly, so they turned back to Luna and asked her the price.

Luna told them the price, and Y/n reached into their pocket, pulling out enough money to cover it. As they handed the money to Luna, they couldn't help but notice a small, intricately carved pendant hanging from her neck. It was beautiful, with delicate swirls and curves that seemed to move whenever she turned her head. They couldn't help but be drawn to it, and before they knew it, they were asking her about it.

"Oh, this old thing?" Luna said with a laugh. "It was a gift from my grandmother. She was a traveler, and she used to tell me stories about all the places she'd been and the people she'd met. I've had it ever since she passed away." She paused, a distant look in her eyes, before continuing. "You know, sometimes I think we find things that are more than just objects. They become part of our story, part of who we are."

Y/n nodded, feeling a warmth spread through them as they listened to Luna speak. They couldn't help but wonder what kind of stories Luna's grandmother must have told her, and they found themselves wishing they could hear them for themselves. As they continued to chat, Pansy occasionally threw in a comment or a question, but for the most part, they remained focused on Luna and her stories.

Eventually, they finished browsing and paid for their scarf. Luna wrapped it up carefully and handed it to them, along with a small business card. "If you ever need anything else, or if you just want to chat, feel free to come back. I'm always here." Y/n thanked her and promised that they would.

As they left the shop, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Pansy led them to a small teahouse where they could sit and enjoy the view while they relaxed. They ordered some tea and a few treats, and for a while, they simply sat in comfortable silence, content to soak up the warmth and the atmosphere of the village.

"So," Pansy finally said, breaking the silence, "did you like Luna's shop?"

Y/n nodded. "It was wonderful. I loved her stories and the way she talked about her grandmother. And her shop felt so cozy" - they gestured around at the tea house, where the last of the sunlight painted the walls and the cups of tea they'd ordered glowed warmly - "it was like stepping into a little piece of her world." They took a sip of their drink and continued, "I might have to come back sometime and see if she has any more interesting things to share."

Pansy grinned. "I bet she does. Luna's always got a story or two up her sleeve. And she's got quite the collection of interesting trinkets and baubles in her shop too. You never know what you might find." They paused, looking out at the view of the village, the houses lit up against the darkening sky. "Speaking of which, do you want to go back to the shop and see if there's anything else you like before we head back to school?"

Y/n considered the offer for a moment, then shook their head. "No, I think I'm good for now. But thanks for suggesting it. It's nice to know that I have someone like Luna who I can talk to when I need a break from everything." They took another sip of their tea and leaned back in their chair, feeling a contented warmth spread through them. "I think this trip was just what I needed."

They sat in silence for a while longer, enjoying the last of the light and the peaceful atmosphere of the village. Eventually, Y/n stood up stretching, "we best be going now if you want to watch the Quidditch game" they said, glancing at Pansy. They picked up their empty tea cups and set them down on a tray, nodding to the server as they passed by.

The two of them made their way back through the village, the familiar scent of autumn leaves and wood smoke hanging in the air. As they neared the school, the energy in the air began to shift, and they could hear the faint cheers and chants coming from the Quidditch pitch. Pansy led Y/n to a section of the stands that was relatively empty, giving them a good view of the field. They settled in, watching as the game got underway.

The two teams were evenly matched, Slytherin and Gryiffindor, and the players were skilled and determined. The game was fast-paced and exciting, with the score seesawing back and forth. Y/n found themselves getting caught up in the excitement, cheering along with the crowd as their favorite players soared through the air on their brooms. Pansy, on the other hand, seemed to be more interested in watching Y/n's reactions than the game itself.

As the match wore on, the tension in the air grew palpable. The crowd roared their approval whenever a player made a particularly impressive move, and groaned in disappointment when their team lost possession of the Quaffle. The snitch, a tiny golden ball that was the real prize of the game, remained elusive, darting in and out of the action, just out of reach of any of the seekers.

Finally, with only a few minutes left on the clock, the snitch appeared high above the field. The crowd held their breath as the two seekers took to the air, racing after the tiny ball. It was a nail-biting finish, but in the end, the Slytherin seeker managed to capture the snitch, winning the game for their team. The crowd erupted in cheers as the players took their bows and the Slytherin captain lifted the Quidditch Cup triumphantly into the air.

Pansy turned to Y/n with a grin. "Well, that was a great game, wasn't it? I'm glad you could enjoy it. You've got a lot of talent for Quidditch, you know. Maybe you should try out for the team next year."

Y/n blushed at the compliment. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm just here to have fun and watch the games." They glanced back out at the field as the crowd began to disperse. "But it's true, the Slytherins played really well. They deserved to win."

As they made their way back to the castle, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The air grew colder, and the stars began to twinkle in the velvety black sky. Y/n shivered slightly, wishing they could stay out a bit longer. "I can't believe it's almost winter," they said wistfully. "I hope we get more days like this before the snow starts falling."

Pansy smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, there's still plenty of time for that. And who knows, maybe you'll find another way to enjoy the winter weather. You never know." They paused, then added, "Speaking of which, there's actually a Yule Ball coming up soon. It's not exactly Quidditch, but it's a fun way to spend an evening. Maybe you'd like to go with me?"

Y/n considered the offer, feeling a flicker of excitement in their chest. They'd heard about the Yule Ball before, but had never really thought of attending. "I'd like that," they said with a small smile. "Thanks for asking, Pansy."

#fypシ #y/n #writing prompt #pansy #Pansy Parkinson x reader #fluff #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

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pandemoniusstuff · 24 days

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JUSTICE FOR THATGWORL

she was so iconic and some bigots had the nerve to be racist cretins. imagine doing all that for mid actors. joe is probably laughing and hating his fans with doja as foreplay let’s be real, people doing all that for him and he’s laughing at you not caring 🤭

#justice for that gworl #joseph quinn #anon ask #anon answered #im going to tag this in her honor

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forpiratereasons · 11 months

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Dang it someone else beat me to it. PICK ANOTHER ONE YOU WANT TO SHARE

HMMM u are very cute. i will give u a snippet of the cleaning smutshot because it's also very cute. modern au! cleaning the house but make it a strip tease.

Stede is having a nightmare.

Only possible explanation, really. Must be a nightmare. This sort of thing surely didn’t happen in real life: waking up alone in the bed, the vast expanse of the mattress next to him already gone cold; a Sunday morning, sunny through the curtains that have already been pushed open on the far side of the room, not quite yet gone nine; the hum, if one listened very closely, of someone with Here Comes the Sun stuck in their head, running the sink in the en-suite.

Stede is having a nightmare, and says so.

“A nightmare?” Ed pops his head back into the bedroom, but grins around his toothbrush when he sees Stede looking. He’s already showered, damp hair clinging to his cheek and neck. “You look like you’re having a nightmare, sure.”

He probably does, too—he can feel his face crumpling into a pout. “It’s horrible. I’m dreaming that you’re all the way over there, already dressed.”

“Mmm. Not fully. Not wearing shoes yet.”

Ed finishes up at the sink, saunters back into the bedroom like the terrible, cretinous man he is: curtain of hair twisted now into a knot at the top of his head, dark jeans, shirt that doesn’t quite meet the waistband. He grabs a pair of socks from a drawer and plops onto Stede’s side of the bed, tilting over to kiss Stede on the cheek. Minty.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he singsongs, putting his socks on. Eyes crinkling everywhere. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and—well, not bacon, I think we’re out, but I could microwave a few sausages.”

Stede shuts his eyes and does not watch Ed buckle his brace into place. He’s a wretch. A positive horror. Stede hates him. “I don’t like microwave sausages.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. I like naked husbands still in our bed, and all I’ve got is some fully-dressed-except-for-shoes demon offering me microwaved sausages at an ungodly hour.”

Ed laughs. Dreadful, vile man, laughing like that, making Stede want to pull him back into the bed, to taste the sound of it on his tongue, when he’s busy stealing a sweater from Stede’s side of the closet. He finds one in an ancient, faded black, with Prince written in peeling letters across it and a stretched out crew neck. Just stealing it back, then, but really, who can bother with semantics at a time like this.

“If I see any naked husbands, I’ll send them back to bed, eh? In the meantime, all I can offer is the sausages.”

“Well, I’m unsausagable at this hour. Try again after nine.”

“It’s half-past, sweet. I let you sleep in.”

Stede grimaces, tries to fold his arms over his face, which Ed promptly pries back away so he can nuzzle Stede’s nose. Sneaks a kiss to the corner of his mouth, looks down adoringly, which seems unnecessarily vindictive considering Stede’s current state, and then kisses him slower. Deeper. Almost suggestively, licking into Stede’s morning-mouth like he doesn’t even care, and maybe he doesn’t. Their toothpaste really is affrontingly minty.

Stede’s hand almost manages to find its way up under Ed’s shirt before he pulls away. Despicable.

#darcy answers

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itsnickgalitzine · 1 month

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➟ Introducing NICHOLAS GALITZINE - presented by TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ // @hollywoodfamerp

mentions of @therestayzakhar // @hathawaysanne

quick note/disclaimer;; so nicholas only has one single out but has done music for soundtracks of two films he's been in — ❛ the beat beneath my feet ❜ and ❛ idea of you ❜ . he's also sang in ❛ red, white & royal blue ❜ otherwise he's still not fully in music, but he wishes to be so that's where this performance idea comes from. staging notes;; for his set we'll base it on this video [ xxx ] just without the whole boy band thing and it being a movie, just think of this.

introduction;; after being introduced, by taylor, nick will come on and just drape his arm around him before taking the mic from him. ❝ this is the result of my soon to be husband here being a cretin and begging me to do this until i caved. he's such a persistent begger. ❞ after joking with him he'll give him a quick kiss and shoo him off the stage. ❝ seriously, thanks to all of you for being here tonight. i always loved music and wanted to do more with it. plus after working with annie and being apart of this fictional boy band — the idea came to me more so — guess this is me giving it a go. i'm thinking — to start with something from a film that really gave me a name. there was this karaoke scene and my character didn't want to sing but a few drinks and welp — he did. so i guess this would be what alex, nora and percy heard and now you all can. ❞

don't stop me now by queen (cover) ; this is what henry sang in ❛ red, white & royal blue ❜'s karaoke scene in both the book and movie. here's the video if you'd like to see [ xxx ] but of course nick will sing the full song but have the same energy as henry did.

somebody to love by queen (cover by nicholas galitzine in cinderella) ; here's a link to the song [ xxx ] of course, he'll just be singing and moving around a stage but similar gestures from the film for the fun of it. words before singing ; ❝ so i did a film called ❛ cinderella ❜ and i played — obviously cinderella i mean. ❞ he'll laugh before continuing. ❝ seriously — though, playing prince robert i sang a lot and here's one of my favourites. ❞

dance before we walk by august moon ; for the next few songs they're by august moon the fictional boy band from idea of you. this is just nick singing, and for me when i listen his voice is more heard over the others anyway so, just try and imagine such. words before singing ; ❝ i should confess. i'm not in a boy band. the august moon tour isn't here for their debt — it's just me hayes — i mean nick. regardless — i'll just sing a few anyway to feel my solo musician fantasy. ❞

closer by august moon ; just nick no boy band, though most these songs would also probably be sung with taylor in mind over annie's film character

guard down by august moon ; just as the first two. no boy band, just nick singing and performing on stage.

go rouge ; for this song, nick will bring out his acoustic guitar. while not this song, here's a video of him singing with his acoustic i'll be referencing for these last songs [ xxx ] words before singing ; ❝ i feel like this couldn't be a nick galitzine set without acoustics, so i figured i'd end off with that. ❞

comfort ft. taylor zakhar perez ; for this song, when he starts playing just and goes to the mic to sing, the mic's sound is out. as it's figured out, taylor will join him on stage to sing the song with him, some of the crowd as well for up the first chorus before the mic is working and the couple continues the song together. words before singing ; ❝ so this is my only single at the moment and i just couldn't not sing it tonight. plus my "husband" still won't let me live without playing it like — every few days. ❞

idea of you (acoustic) ; for this one, taylor will play the guitar just sitting next to nick as he sings since it's the final song of his set. final words ; ❝ thanks again for tonight. this is really different for me and thanks to my incredible fiancé for helping with the last couple and sharing his own musical talents not shared since ❛ the kissing booth ❜ . hope you all have a good night. ❞

final notes;; this is me living in my nicholas galitzine does more music era, more than him doing shows. set time ; 23:33 (plus his talking surely gets close to the 30 mins they all have for their sets) - songs on spotify [ xxx ]

#tw long post #hollywoodfameevent #hfrpmusicfestival #career; musical expressions

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thegoldencontracts · 5 months

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Hey! I love your writing and was wondering if I could please request something myself?

Perhaps something where the reader finds out Azul is ticklish?

No pressure ofc^^ I’ll enjoy anything you write. Thank you!

- 🐙

Of course, thank youu for the request! I love the idea of him getting sooo embarrassed and ofc teasingly "oblivious"!reader bc I'm a sucker for flustered Azul and of course PININGGG

That's Preposterous!

Summary: Azul always seems so- perfect, always calm and in control. So when you find a new way to break his composure, you can't help but tease him about it.

Notes: So lovely to write, tw for tickling in case it's a trigger for you

Azul was always calm. Always in control. There was no denying that. You loved that side of him, all those talents, his voice, his grades - all obtained through hard work.

But you also loved to see the little cracks in his composure. The Azul beneath the mask of a perfect businessman. You'd made a little mental scrapbook of all these occasions, like you he blushed when you called him beautiful, or the way he got pouty whenever someone talked about his mess-ups during flight class. You seriously loved seeing those little slip ups.

...Seven, you were so crushing on him. You could practically hear Ace laughing at you for not just confessing already. But that wouldn't happen, because Azul would probably just reject you on the spot. He always talked about how dumb love was, after all.

For now, you'd just have to be satisfied with continuing to try and break through his composure. And hey, sometimes, it worked!

Like now. You were studying with him in the as, and while trying to reach for a book behind Azul, and you accidentally grazed his midsection.

The yelp you received was priceless.

"Huh?" You asked, though a second later, it was pretty apparent what happened. You could feel the grin stretch across your face. Getting that book wasn't important. Right now, you'd just found a new way to break through Azul's composure.

"Azul."

It was lilting, teasing, even, and Azul pretty quickly began to realize what you'd realized.

Azul Ashengrotto was ticklish? Another weakness to add to your little mental scrapbook.

"Is something wrong, Azul?" You asked in the most innocent-sounding voice you could muster.

Azul's eyes narrowed.

"I'm certain you understand the issue," he said, though no amount of defensiveness could hide the way his cheeks were turning red.

Somehow, you felt even more smug than before. This was going to be fun.

"No, no," you said. "Something has to be wrong! Maybe, you're sick? Let me check your temperature."

And so, you skittered your fingers all over his midsection, making it pretty evident that you did not, in fact, think he was sick, and were simply trying to mess with him, because people usually didn't usually check for a fever on the stomach.

Azul kept his lips stubbornly pressed shut, though he still ended up letting out a yelp right before he pushed your hands away.

"C-Cease this at once," he said, cheeks now bright red.

"Why?" You asked, and just as he was about to retort, you poked at his stomach. "Are you sore here or something? If so, I can always help!"

You sounded so innocent there it was actually impressive. Azul, meanwhile, couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.

"S-Shut it, you a-absolute-" Azul cut himself off with laughter. "Creti- Gah!"

Just as he was about to call you a cretin, you upped your attack, sending him into a full-on giggling fit.

"Really, Azul, tell me, what's happening? Why exactly are you laughing so hard? Did I say something funny?"

Azul glared at you as if to say 'How the fuck do you expect me to reply when I'm laughing too hard to talk', though it was hard to take him seriously when his cheeks were bright red and he had the biggest - forced, but still - smile on his face.

You still slowed down. You didn't want to actually cause him pain, after all. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved him way too much for that.

Finally slowing your assault, you shot Azul what was probably one of the coolest looking impish grins of all time.

"So," you started. "Is something wrong, Azul?"

It seemed like the dots had finally connected in Azul's brain. There was only one way to get out of this.

He'd have to admit he was ticklish.

"I-I'm afraid I'm rather..." He trailed off, ducking his head in embarrassment. You weren't having any of that. You scratched a finger under his chin, making him look up with a yelp. "Ticklish."

His face was bright red, eyes looking anywhere but you, and his hair ruffled. You couldn't help but grin as you finally removed your fingers. He looked so- mesmerizing like this.

"Glad to see you admitted it," you said, because the oblivious act had served it's purpose.

Azul just glared at you, but the pout on his face made it much less intimidating.

"Don't speak a word of this to anyone," he said. "Do you understand- Gah!"

You cut him off with a quick poke, and he looked at you incredulously.

"Aww, is Azul embarrassed that he-"

"Get out!" He said, voice cracking midway. He was really embarrassed about this, wasn't he?

You were going to stop for now, though. Or else you feared he might just explode considering how red his face was getting.

"Fine, fine."

As you left the office, though, you managed to catch a glimpse of Azul's fond smile, his little goodbye wave while he thought no one was looking.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #tina rambles #azul x reader #twst #twst azul #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #azul x you #fluff #tw tickling #<- in case you're uncomfortable with it

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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"Would you like to know the sex?" The ultrasound technician asks as she squeezes a glob of the gel on my belly. I shiver from the cool sensation as she rolls the transducer over my belly. I find myself smiling as I look at the screen, seeing the profile of my baby. I thought about it for a moment or two, and eventually said yes.

She grins at me with a little nod, still rolling the probe over my belly. "Alright, let me just measure some things and see how they're doing in there." She continues to look around, ultimately telling me everything seemed to be normal at 20 weeks. "I'm going to see if they'll cooperate with me so I can get a clear picture of their genitalia..."

Though I was relieved to hear that everything checked out okay so far, I held my breath as I anticipated whether I should be getting tutus or footballs. "Well, Amelia, it looks like you're having a girl." I gasped as tears of joy welled in my eyes, "Really?" "Really," she smiles softly at me. "Is that what you wanted?" I sniffled and smiled with a shake of my head, "It didn't matter to me one way or another. I'm just happy to know."

I called Nick the second I got in my car, too excited to wait. I told him earlier that I was going in for my 20-week check-up and that there was a possibility I'd find out if it was a boy or girl, so when he answered he immediately asked.

"It's a girl!" "I'm gonna have a niece?" he shouts, and I can hear the smile in his voice. For some reason, hearing the excitement in his tone made me start crying. I wish he could be here just so I could hug him. "I wonder how mom is gonna react," I say after I stopped the waterworks. He laughs. "She's gonna cry harder than you did just now." "You're probably right," I chuckled.

And Nick was right; mom was nearly inconsolable after I told her. Eventually she started gushing over all the cute outfits with little bows and tutus she could buy, and we were laughing.

I have watched the sun rise and set, and we still haven't been visited by our captor. Noah wasn't getting any better; his fever was still high, and his eyes were appearing to be sunken in. He's thrown up a few more times in the span of a day, and I worried that he was becoming too dehydrated.

After watching him shake from the chills for a while, I decided enough was enough; I had to get water for us. I went up to the door and started banging on it profusely—I was going to get this motherfucker's attention one way or another. "Hey! We need water, asshole!" I shouted, continuously pounding my fist into the door. I halted, waiting to see if I could hear any sort of indication that he was descending the stairs. When I don't, I kick the door aggressively and turn, sliding down against it. I hug my legs to my chest and groan into them, tears of frustration burning my eyes.

"It's okay," Noah croaks out, "I'll be fine." I look at him and shake my head, "Noah, you can die from dehydration. You know that, right?" He waves it off, his arm dropping immediately after. He was getting weak, and that worried me deeply. "I don't know what to do," I whimpered and buried my face in my knees again.

No food, no water, Noah was sick, no way of breaking this door down. I felt fucking hopeless. I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes with a huff. How did we wind up in a situation like this?

The next thing that I knew, I was being thrown forward as the door was shoved open. I pushed myself up with my hands and looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, the menace was standing in the doorway, that sickly-sweet smile on his face. I wanted to slap it off him; there was nothing to be smiling about.

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were there," he kneels beside me and grabs my arm to pick me up. "Don't touch me, you cretin!" I snapped at him, ripping my arm from his grimy hand. He shakes his head with a 'tsk tsk', "What did I tell you before? Don't speak to me like that, or there will be consequences." He snatches my arm again and pulls me to my feet. I cry out from the pain, my shoulder still sore from the last time he did this.

"I don't care what you do to me," I hiss through clenched teeth. "We need water. He needs water," I pointed towards Noah with my free arm. The man looks over at Noah, who was nearly unconscious from his condition, and begins to laugh. "You drank the tap water, didn't you? I warned you not to." "You warned me, not him, you sick fuck!" I yelled at him, once again trying to free myself from his grasp.

He snatches my face, squeezing my mouth shut while his fingers dug into my cheeks with a bruising force. I glared into his dead eyes, panting deeply through my nose as my eyes glossed over with anger. "You'll get your water," he growls, "but there are things that need to be done first."

My stomach sank at his words as dread washed over me. He begins to pull my arm up above my head, my shoulder burning and forcing the tears to spill from my eyes. "Please," I cried against his hand, my voice muffled. "I like it when you beg, Alice," he chuckles darkly, pulling on my arm harder. "Please, what?" I'm sobbing into his hand from the pain, and I can't answer him.

"Water," I hear Noah say faintly. "Please, bring us water." "Hmm, well you did say please," our captor muses. "I'll bring you your water," he says, and I feel a wave of relief. "But first, I need to take care of this one." He lets go of my face and tugs my arm towards him aggressively, managing to turn me to bring both hands behind my back. He holds them together with one hand, the other on the back of my head to steer me towards the door. I looked over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Noah's decapacitated state one last time before I'm shoved through the doorway.

He kicks the door shut, still having me in his possession as he forces me up the stairs. I struggled with all my might as we made our way through the kitchen knowing exactly where he was taking me. I couldn't have this happen to me again.

I tried to keep my feet planted, I tried to push back against him, but he was too strong. He shoves me into the entryway to the foyer, my head hitting the edge hard enough to see stars. I stumbled forward, now disoriented from the blow to my head as he whisked me away.

I felt completely numb as he once again maneuvers me through the hall, through the kitchen and dumps me down the stairs. My body slammed into the door once I reached the bottom of the stairs; I just laid there in a heap. "I'll be back with your water," he calls down, and he's gone from view seconds later.

My head was throbbing, and my shoulder already felt like it was dislocated, but now the rest of my body ached from the tumble. I tucked myself into a ball and sobbed. I wailed so hard that I couldn't get enough air into my lungs; my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. I was in so much pain, I was so scared for my fucking life.

I just wanted to get out of here. I wanted security from my brother, I wanted to hold Leora in my arms and never let her go, so that this could never happen to her—the thought of this happening to my little girl petrified me. I didn't know what to do, but I had to do something to make it home to her. Home to my family.

I thought about climbing back up the stairs and making a run for the door, but I knew that that wouldn’t be practical in my condition. I felt sluggish from running on no food or water for well over a day, and the physical abuse I endured made it difficult to move.

And I couldn’t leave Noah behind.

The man stomps down the stairs, pulling me from my thoughts. As he reached the bottom step, I cowered against the door as if that would stop him from doing anything to me. “Oh, dear, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he says gently, crouching in front of me. “I brought you your water, see?” To my surprise, he holds two bottles of water in his hand and strokes my cheek with the other, smiling down at me. I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my face towards the ground, trying get away from his touch.

He gives an amused ‘Hm’ before standing up straight, and I hear the jingle of a set of keys. I opened my eyes to see him unlocking the door; he waves me on as he pushes it open. I pulled out of the fetal position and scrambled into the room, and oddly enough I felt safer inside these four concrete walls than I did in the rest of the house.

He doesn’t enter the room, he just throws the two bottles in and a sleeve of Ritz crackers that he pulled from his back pocket. “Use sparingly,” he warns, beginning to close the door. “I may be back,” he says menacingly, shooting a wink my way.

When he finally leaves and locks the door behind him, I picked up one of the bottles of water and clutched it to my chest as if it was a beacon of hope. Thank God, I think to myself and cracked the cap off, taking a large gulp. I had to refrain from drinking the whole thing, knowing Noah needed it way more than I did.

“Noah,” I say gently, kneeling in front of him. “We have water. Can you sit up?” He peeks open his eye, and I can see the relief wash over his features. “Yeah,” he croaks, the tiniest of smiles pulling at his lips. He struggles a little to push himself up, but he manages and leans himself against the wall. He takes the water with a shaky hand and immediately starts to chug it. I put my hand on his arm to stop him, “Easy, easy. Small sips. We need to conserve it; I don’t know when or if he’ll return.” He lets out a satisfied sigh and nods.

Retrieving the sleeve of crackers, I prop against the wall beside Noah, completely drained. I took a few crackers for myself before handing them over to him. “Thank you,” he says, smiling meekly. I shrugged. “No need to thank me. These are for both of us,” I chuckle and pop a cracker in my mouth. “I know,” he says quietly, “but you’ve been taking care of me when you don’t even have to.” I shake my head at him, “We need each other to survive, Noah. I’m not just gonna let you suffer and possibly die.”

He looks at me for a minute before giving me a quick nod, turning his attention to the bottled water in his hands. I can see a faint smile on his lips as he picks at the label, eventually ripping it off. I smirked and started playing with the dirt in front of me.

It’s been a few days—or at least that’s what I’ve gauged by the sun rising and setting—since our captor has been down to visit. Noah’s fever has subsided, but he still wasn’t feeling 100%, and neither was I since we were both surviving off crackers and very little water. We had less than half a bottle left, and I was too afraid to drink any more of it in case he didn’t come back for a little while longer.

“He’ll be back soon with food and water, I’m sure,” Noah says quietly. “You said that yesterday,” I mumbled. “I’m starting to think he’s not coming back.” I huffed and curled up on my side against the wall across from him. I closed my eyes to maybe sleep off the rest of the night so I wouldn’t have to deal with my growling stomach.

“Positive thinking, Amelia.” I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head against the dirt. “There isn’t any positive thinking down here, Noah. We’ve got nothing going for us; we’re filthy, we’re injured and starving, we’re almost out of water. May as well just mark our graves here since there’s no way we’re getting out.”

“Amelia, look at me. Stop crying,” Noah says sternly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until he said anything. My chest felt heavy as I took a few deep breaths and hastily wiped the tears from my face before looking at him. “You’re right, we don’t have anything going for us in here,” he says, looking me dead in the eye. “But you’ve got a family to go home to.” My lips start to tremble as I absorbed his words. “I-I don’t know if I can do this, Noah,” I whimpered, followed by a cry, “I just want to give up.” “I know you do—I want to, too, Meels. But you’ve got your daughter who needs her mother. If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for her.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my stomach flipflopping at his words. Stop calling me Meels.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded shallowly, letting the last few tears trail down my cheeks. I pushed myself into a sitting position and leaned back against the wall with a sigh. “You’re right,” I wiped my nose against my sleeve, “but what the fuck do we do? There’s literally nothing here we can work with.” I watched him shrug as he drags his finger through the dirt beside him. “If I’ll be honest, I’m not sure.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Of course.” “You got any ideas?” He snaps at me, and I go quiet from the sudden hostility. “I didn’t think so,” he mutters when I don’t respond.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I picked at the skin around my thumbnails, averting my gaze away from him. He was right without having to say a word—why make a snarky comment when I, myself, don’t have anything to offer? All we could do at this point was wait.

And wait, we did.

|Chapter 5|

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #romance #second chance romance #enemies to lovers

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