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late-night-talking · 2 years

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Taco Tuesday

a/n: Soooo, this is my first fic post on tumblr, and my first writing since I was a wee teen like 7 years ago, lmao. Be gentle, but I would love feedback on improvements! I hope I captured his accent well, I tried to draw from some popular writers. Hope to be writing more, I love wolfrry so definitely some of that to come! Xoxo- R

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summary: stressed Harry comes home, Y/N makes it better with tacos, and a shower ;)

warnings: angsty (kinda, not really?), female masturbation, smut (minors dni)

She was tired. Mostly mentally, dealing with her own demons, but that takes a physical toll as well. Laying across the couch, where she had been the majority of the day, she hears the sound of the garage opening, closing, then the door opening, then closing with a thud.

Y/N watches Harry walk down the hall, craning her neck to get a good look at him. Joggers and a well-loved shirt hang off his body as he kicks his trainers off, his spiraling hair falling in his face, only to be pushed back, in annoyance. Silence still between them, thoughts surging her mind.

“Hi, how was your day?” she asks, meekly, looking over at him with doe eyes.

“Can I get it over with ‘fore I talk ‘bout it.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question, walking into his office with purpose.

She thinks he must have been a hard day at the studio, most of the week had been difficult, him working in his office after the studio, for hours, which wasn’t the norm. But Harry hadn’t been so curt with her, at least giving her an ‘Ello, lovie’ and a peck on her lips before going into the office.

It, of course, made her mind swirl with what she could have done wrong. Last night was fine, him falling asleep with her hand smoothing over his back, after having a slow love making session. And today, even though Y/N’s mind wanted the worst of her, she mustered the energy to do some house work, making it clean and tidy.

She let the seemingly large space between them rest a bit, diverting her own thoughts to her phone, mindlessly scrolling. Finally summoning the energy (and courage) to meander into his office.

The door was cracked slightly, and taking a peek in, she saw his shoulders slumped, elbows on the table top, the golden skin of his arms littered with tattoos flexing a bit , hands mussed in his brunette curls, sitting in front of the mixing console. It wasn’t as large as the ones they had in studio, but he said it did it’s job of reminding him how he wanted certain sounds. In front of him he had his journal and MacBook open, with one of his many guitars leaning on the desk to the right of him.

Without a word, Y/N pushes the door open gently, her legs making enough swishing sounds to let Harry know she was there. He straightened a bit, leaning back in the chair with a sigh. Her hands made their way to his shoulders of their own volition.

Squeezing his shoulders a bit and raking her hands through his hair, had Harry melting, with soft moans falling from his plush lips. Catching Y/N’s wrist, he gently guides her down to his eye level, giving her a peck on her own sumptuous lips, swollen and red-tinged from obliviously biting and mushing them together from her earlier anxiety.

“M’sorry for earlier.” he breathes against her. “Feelin’ like all the studio brings, recently, is stress. Know it’ll pass eventually. Hang in there fo’ meh, yeah, poppet?”

All she can do is hum a contented sigh, muttering, “I know. Wish there was more I could do to help ya.”

“Oh, darlin’, you’re ma muse baby. Couldn’t do any of it without ya.” Harry mumbles with a smirk playing on his lips, so close to hers he can feel her warm breath, making him shiver to his spine. “S’why ‘m stressed, want everything ta be perfect, from the lyrics, to the bass, jus’ like ma girl. Perfect, perfect girl.”

A smile can’t help but spread across Y/N’s face. He thought she was perfect. Not that he didn’t tell her all the time, but some times she needed more reassurance than others. “Sounds like you’re having a time finding all the right pieces, but I know you and the guys will find the perfect sound, you always do. Can you be done for the day? You deserve a break, you’ve worked hard all week. Plus, it’s taco Tuesday, and you know how busy they get later in the night.”

The thought sharing a meal together makes both of them smile, soon heading out the door to get delicious tacos.

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With their bellies satiated with fresh food from the truck down the street, they tuck in on the couch, Harry grabbing the Xbox controller to settle on his latest game. Letting her food settle a bit, enjoying watching Harry play, Y/N decides to take a quick shower to wash off the humidity from the night.

“I’m going to hop in the shower, lovie” she says, giving a peck on his cheek, earning a hum from him.

“M’kay, petal. Ya know where ta find meh, darlin’.” Harry mutters, focused on his game.

Swaying up the stairs, Y/N turns the shower on, letting the warm water reach the shower head. Throwing her hair up in a high bun, grabbing a towel, and taking off her rings, she has a last minute thought to grab her favorite sex toy. She usually doesn’t feel the need to get herself off, with her sex god of a husband, but she thought to herself, why not.

She pulled the toy out of it’s satin bag, the ‘clit sucker 3000’ Harry likes to call it. She’ll usually just smack his arm a bit before getting it to work. But she’s alone at the moment, so no jokes are made.

Before hoping in the shower for some alone time, she takes a peak at the pictures she has of Harry that turn her on. They’re not inherently sex photos, but the subject of them turns her to jelly.

Some of them are photos she’s personally taken of him when he looks especially yummy. Towels hanging low on Harry’s hips, showing off the V shape his muscles make in between his hips, water droplets dotting his body, hair wet and pushed back. Pictures of Harry in bed from the waist up, taken from the angle on Y/N sitting on him. The morning sunlight flecking over his face and tattooed chest, with a small smile on his lips, eyes closed in contentment.

Some pictures, though, are taken from him on stage. Some from the photographers that he’s chosen to bring on tour, but some from fans. She can’t lie, the fans had good taste, and good angles, getting him from a 360 point of view.

Most recently, her favorite was the pictures of Harry in his denim get up, pants and a vest, bare chest showing off his muscles and tattoos. It made her salivate, thinking back to that evening when he got off stage, Y/N instructed him to leave them on, desperately shoving his pants down enough to pull his already growing erection out of them. She sucked him roughly, and he fucked her back just as feverishly.

She already felt heat going straight to her core just viewing her husband on her phone. She stepped into the steaming shower, letting the hot water wash over her shoulders and back, releasing any tension from the day. Turning the toy on, Y/N put it straight to her center, whirling it around a bit to push her already swollen folds to the side. When it hit the spot the thing was literally made for, her knees almost buckled.

Moving to the tiled bench in the shower, she flung some water on it, trying to warm it up some before sitting down. She reveled in the feelings, warm water splashing on her periodically, toy vibrating on her most sensitive spot, the muscles of her legs and stomach contracting with each wave of pleasure, small moans making it past her lips.

But something was missing. She felt empty, feeling her pussy clenching around nothing, when she knew Harry would be happy to oblige, she cries out his name, half a moan, half a beckoning for him. She knows he may not hear her, his game probably engulfing him.

So she removes the toy from herself, partly stepping out of the shower, drying her hands quickly. She opens her phone to Harrys contact, quickly typing.

“Are you in a game?”, she hopes he isn’t.

“No. Do you want me to quit the queue?” Harry texts back quickly. His mind jumps to the worst, hoping she isn’t hurt or upset.

“Can you come fuck me?” Y/N texts back quickly.

The text bubbles appear, then disappear quickly. She imagines him throwing his phone on the couch, tripping over himself to make it to their bathroom as quickly as possible. It brings a smirk to her face as she gets back in the shower, standing and putting the toy back between her legs.

As quickly as she can get it back on herself, the bathroom door is flinging open. Y/N meets Harry’s eyes, dark with lust. “Ya playin’ with yaself, pet?” He murmurs as he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, pushing his joggers and briefs down in one fell swoop, leaving him naked, save the rings on his fingers that he doesn’t bother taking off. His cock is already stiff, proudly standing, reaching his belly button.

All she can muster is a hum, that sounds more like a moan, “I need your cock, H, please.” She sounds so needy, and he loves it. He loves it so much he has to make her beg for it some more.

He strides into the large tiled shower, pressing the front of his body against her damp one, cold from being out of the shower for a brief moment, goosebumps gracing her chest and arms, her nipples already pulled into tight buds.

“Ya need it even when ya tryin’ ta please ya self, huh?” Harry whispers against the shell of her ear, only to place hot, open mouthed kisses against her neck.

“Please, H. M’ so empty, need you to fill me up.” Y/N all but whines, suddenly gripping his cock firmly, giving it a few pumps, the way she knows he likes.

A groan falls from Harry’s lips, as he allows for his head to lull back a bit. His ringed fingers find their way to Y/N’s core, pushing the toy, she previously had glued to her clit, to the side. She abandons it to the bench, without a second thought, as his fingers glide smoothly against her folds and a gasp escapes her lips.

“Mmhm, so slick for meh already, petal. C’mere, outta the water. Not good lube, ya know.” Harry gently pulls her away from the stream of warm water. He knows if she doesn’t give her what’s she’s asked for, she’ll take it for herself, when would admittedly be unbelievably hot, but he’s just as needy as she is at the moment.

He reaches his tattooed arm towards the crook of her leg, bringing it up close to her chest, leaving her only one foot to balance on. Before she can complain about it, he lines his dripping cock to her folds, soaking his prick in her arousal, bumping against her clit on the swipe up.

Moans fall from both their mouths, and Harry pushes into her dripping hole, soon to be sheathed into her, the perfect tightness gripping him.

“Fuck, H. Just what I needed.” Y/N breathes against his lips, capturing the bottom one in her teeth. Before she can get too unstable on one foot, he wraps his other arm around her waist, gripping her tightly all the way around her back, to her other hip, where his hand clutches so tightly it’ll leave finger shaped bruises.

Harry begins a steady pace, careful not to drill too relentlessly for Y/N to loose her footing. As he bores into her, keeping her steady, moans falling from both of their mouths, as he glides over the spongy spot inside her, passing it and reaching deep with the position they’re in.

“God damn, Y/N, feel s’good round me cock.” Harry mutters, while burying his face in her neck, her sweet natural smell filling his nostrils.

“Harry,” she whines in his ear, “gettin’ wobbly, fuck me from behind.” Y/N whimpers, kissing over his chest.

“Got you baby.” Harry whispers, pulling out, with a whine coming from her. He gently sets her leg down, and moved to the side, giving her a moment to get the feeling back in it, before removing his arm from her waist, up to the middle of her back to push her over.

Y/N eagerly arches her back, using the bench in front of her for stability. Ass in the air, she looks behind her to see Harry, too lost at the beautiful sight in front of him to look at her immediately. When their eyes meet, his are even darker, if possible. The look in her own eyes is all he needs to shroud himself back in her, ringed hands tightly gripping her hips.

He establishes a deliberate pace that has Y/N snapping her hips back to meet his. The only sound in the shower, save the ambient water falling and obscene noises coming from their meeting place, are whimpers falling from her lips, and quick groans falling from his. Unbeknownst to Harry, Y/N has attached the clit sucker 3000 back to it’s home, causing her knees to buckle a bit, moans getting louder and more consistent.

“C’mon pet, let me feel you cum.” Harry bellows to her, with a sharp smack to her ass.

She yelps, grinding her ass back onto him, in the beat of his now relentless pace.

“Shit, H. You fill me up so well. Oh, god. Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” She chants, head falling forward, and body relaxing a bit.

“My, god. Takin’ me so well. Wanted meh to fill you up? Damn, baby, bout to fill you up even more.” Harry grunts between thrusts, seconds away from his own release.

“Give it to me Harry, god, I want it.” She encourages.

That’s all he needed to fall over the edge, her name falling past his lips, as he continues to rut into her until he’s too sensitive to continue. He watches as his seed seeps out of her. A sight to behold, he thinks.

He removes himself from her, earning a bit of a hiss from both of them.

“H, feel like I’m in a fish bowl, can’t hear right.” She breathes as she moves to sit on the bench. She looks up at him, eyes still blown with lust, but now hooded doe eyes mixed in, gazing up at him.

A chuckle leaves his chest, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, and she leans into it.

“Filled ya up too much, huh, petal? Got your ears feeling underwater? M’sorry lovie, I’ll give it to you a lil’ less next time yea?” He jokes, knowing that won’t be happening. He watches as a scowl reaches her face.

He leans down to kiss it away, but Y/N’s hand sneaks it’s way around Harry’s neck, keeping him there for a beat longer.

“Need ta wash me dick now.” He chuckles.

Before he can move, she’s reaching for the body wash on the bench next to her, pouring some into her hand. He believes it’s for her, for a moment, until she reaches up and gently applies it to him, starting on his well-groomed pubic hair.

Gingerly, she moves around his cock, softly grasping it, just enough to clean. Then even more lightly, moving to his balls, moving around just to get the suds there.

“Didn’t take you long to get hard earlier.” She smirks to herself, remembering he had a hard on as soon as he waltzed into the bathroom.

“Never long ta get a proper stiffy for you, pet. Got it half way to the stairs, hadn’t even reached them.” He mutters, smoothing over her shoulder.

“Alright, yah cleaned meh up, your turn now, lovie.” Harry guides her by her hand into the water, slowly sudsing her smooth body, loving every crevice and relaxed moan she’ll give him.

fin.

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thegrapeandthefig · 4 years

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Spiritual protection in the Greco-Roman world

This was this week's hot topic, so I'm using the opportunity to make some things clear from a purely hellenic and historical perspective. Needless to say I am tired of seeing modern magical concepts being slapped on ancient beliefs and I am not writing this post unbiased.

Amulets Etymologically, the word amulet probably means "something that can be carried". It's, personally speaking, my favorite type of protection. Technically speaking, an amulet could, therefore, be a lot of different things as long as they serve two main purposes: tutelage (protection) and prophylaxis (preventive).

Let's go through some of the most common types:

Bulla: typically given to male roman children 9 days after birth. It is worn like a locket where other amulets are placed (typically phalluses).

Lunula: a crescent moon pendant worn by little and young roman girls until their mariage.

Fascinum, tintinnabula and other phalli: the symbol of protection par excellence, found in many shapes and forms. The tintinnabula is more potent, as it also has bells, which are considered apotropaic as well. Bells could also be put around children's and animal's neck for a similar protective effect.

The Eye (mati): still widely in use, it appears as soon as the 6th century BC on Greek cups. Sometimes added on the phallus for a double protective effect (also true for wings).

Gorgoneion: Often worn simply as a pendant and easily found a bit everywhere, from house thresholds to carved on bullae.

Hercules' Club: late Antiquity amulets shaped like wooden clubs and most common in Roman Germany between the 2nd and 3rd centuries AD. An examplary speciment bears the inscription "Deo Herculi", thus confirming its link to Hercules hero worship.

Amulet strings: Mostly seen for Athenian children. It is a cord with several amulets attached to it that is worn diagonally (or on the chest) instead of around the neck so the child can't choke on it.

Garter and waist amulet strings: Mostly worn by Greek women. Their function is debated, but it seems that amulets that were worn this way might have had something to do with easing childbirth, menstruation and sexuality in general (eg. to avoid miscarriages or, the opposite, as a contraceptive).

Coiled snake ring/bracelet: Common protection for young Roman women.

Depiction of gods on medaillons and other objects: quite a straightforward way to put yourself under the protection of a deity. Helios and Semele together seem to both have been a popular choice.

Coins: Especially old reused coins, sometimes pierced in the middle but not always. This is especially the case for coins which have the image of a deity or hero (Alexander the Great got very popular for this function). Other notable examples include Fortuna, Nike or Helios. The image on the coin matters more than the coin itself.

This is not even an extensive list, but it's worth noting that when we're talking about the ancients, we're talking about people who have been put under some kind of magical protection since their first days of life. I personally have used 2 types of amulet cited above so far, a silver coiled snake ring which I worn until it broke, which I replaced by a fascinum. This one travels with me, as I keep it with my apartment keys but I have 2 consecrated phalli in my apartment that also serve a purpose: one to Dionysus and one to Priapus. The latter being by definition, a protective deity.

Protection starts at the threshold

I know this can be hard to pull off, but in ideal conditions, you’d want to have a small altar or shrine by the main door of your place. Amulets are meant to follow you around, but protecting your space is just as important. In one of the ridiculous arguments I’ve witnessed this week, someone said, and I paraphrase, that “you could have negative entity living in your house and fucking your life up” when trying to honor the gods, which is “why you should banish". The problem here is banish against what? If the answer here is "negative spirits", then, by hellenic standards, this is a whole other process that:

1) Doesn't happen at the altar 2) Protects the household on the long term instead of a one shot thing

This, alongside other elements of ancient greek theology, is why you don't need to "protect yourself when you approach the gods" and other ridiculous claims I've seen. If you need to protect yourself in such manner, it means you never either 1) developped kharis with a deity to protect you or 2) took care of protecting your place.

The first protection for a typical greek door would be an aniconic pillar dedicated to Apollo Agyieus aka "of the street" because that pillar was outside of the house. This Apollo, protector of entrances is also called Thyraios in later sources:

Apud Graecos Apollo colitur qui Θυραῖος vocatur, eiusque aras ante fores suas celebrant, ipsum exitus et introitus demonstrantes potentem. The Greeks worship Apollo under the name Thyraios and tend his altars in front of their doors, thereby showing that entrances and exits are under his power.

-Macrobius, Saturnalia 1.9.6

It's important to note that the same epithet is attested for Hermes, which makes total sense since he and Hekate are also traditionally linked to the protection of thresholds (represented by hekataia and herms).

Why am I insisting so much on doors? To quote Johnston:

"Divinities who guard the entrances to cities or private dwellings would be expected to avert all sorts of dangers that might threaten those dwelling within, from burglars to mice, but in ancient Greece (like many other places), they were particularly expected to ward off unhappy souls and other demonic creatures, who were believed to congregate at entrances for two reasons. First, because inhabitants vigilantly used protective devices to keep them out, these creatures were imagined to lurk near entrances, patiently awaiting those rare moments of laxity when they might dart back inside."

It's important to note that the protection granted by threshold deities, whether it is Hecate, Hermes or Apollo is that it concerns both the mundane and the spiritual, restless spirits are one thing but it seems to extend to general ills.

Conclusion

I should add, before wrapping this up, that there is an evolution in time with how the Ancients considered their protection to work. As such, between the 8th and 5th centuries BC, amulets weren’t so prevalent. The gods were considered the only ones who had the ability to protect. After the end of the 5th century onwards, there is a gradual shift towards a more “DIY” approach to protection, where human action is considered impactful, thus making the use of atropopaic amulets relevant.

Further reading:

Faraone C., The Transformation of Greek Amulets in Roman Imperial Times, 2018

Habib R. R., Protective Magic in Ancient Greece: Patterns in the Material Culture of Apotropaia from the Archaic to Hellenistic Periods, 2017

Johnston I. S., Restless Dead: Encounters between the Living and the Dead in Ancient Greece, 1999

Kerr M. D., Gods, Ghosts and Newlyweds: exploring the uses of the threshold in Greek and Roman superstition and folklore, 2018

Porto C, V., Material Culture as Amulets: Magical Elements and the Apotropaic in Ancient Roman World in: Philosophy Study, 2020

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years

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Childe: First Kiss HCs

I tend to make things gender neutral by not putting in pronouns and just using “you” but you can definitely read this as female^^ But I completely agree, I love this boy so much. He’s my favourite character to play (im so sorry razor) until Xiao comes out. I literally have a genshin team named “waiting for xiao” and it’s just Childe and Zhongli haha.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to childes-starconch. Fitting that this is a Childe fic but ty for your support^^ I always notice you pop up as soon as I post a fic and I really enjoy seeing you. Hopefully you read this since tumblr won’t let me tag people, for whatever reason I don’t know anymore, but just saying hey, I see you 💕💕

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I’m just gonna piggy back off my last Childe fic. I’m sorry.

Semi Part 1: Fiance HCs [honestly, one of my favourites haha]

Xiao Ver: First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

[Masterlist]

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For some reason I can’t @ certain people. I’m talking to tumblr about it.

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Childe: First Kiss HCs

Childe was never one to shy away from affection, be it holding your hand in his or wrapping an arm around you, he was always happy to be close to you. He was always a bit territorial which lead to some embarrassing situations for you but it was from a good place in his heart. But when it came to public kisses, he preferred to keep it between you two. It felt too private of a moment that he didn’t want to broadcast to the rest of the Fatui, especially to the other Harbingers. That is to say, if he actually kissed you in the first place. For all the two braincells Childe had, one was fighting and the other was protecting his loved ones, just imagining kissing you was too much for him and he needed to go find some poor recruit and beat his inner problems out. The Fatui recruitment process would always dwindled down during his inner turmoil sessions that Scaramouche himself, had to throw his goddamn hat at Tartaglia, and yell at him to hurry up and fix his problem. It was clogging up the air.

When he tried to think about it, it shouldn’t be this hard to simply lean in for a kiss. But it was his first and while Childe might run into whatever danger or prospect of a fight without a second thought, he didn’t want to ruin it. What if he accidently bonked his forehead with yours? He should remove his mask then right? Just in case? He’s only given forehead and cheek kisses to his younger siblings so it should be the same right? Yeah he could do this, this was just another battle for Tartaglia to conquer!

But whenever he would see you or you would both sit and bask in each other’s presences. He couldn’t bring himself to initiate something or heck, even looking at your face made him a bit hot under the collar in sub-zero temperatures. He can almost hear Scaramouche and Signora laughing maniacally at him behind their hands. He’s the youngest of the Harbingers, he should get a “get out of jail for free” card that all youngest children have whenever they get into trouble. But in this case it’s murder. He quickly slaps his cheeks to get his mind off fighting for one second which startles you beside him.

The first time you’ve seen Childe shy was when he first confessed to you, stuttering that he liked you and just really badly wanted to hold your hand without using the frost of Sneznaya as an excuse. You flushed pink but nodded that you returned his feeling and slipped your hand in his. Whatever shyness Childe had was quickly wiped off his face and he cheered and brought you in for an eskimo kiss. Rubbing your nose with his as he laughed in joy, the tips of his ears and cheeks still coloured pink. You always hold that memory dear to your heart because not only was it the start of your relationship, it was the first time you felt you were staring at Ajax. Not Childe. Not Tartaglia. Just Ajax.

But now, you’re not to sure what to call this. Lately he seemed to be out of it, always staring off into space or frowning at some poor poor snowmen that did not deserve that much pressure. Was being a harbinger starting to take it’s toll on him? Did something terrible happen to his family or was the Tsaritsa being too hard on him? You were beginning to get concerned because you’ve never seen this much mental turmoil in him. This never really happened before and he usually bounced back pretty fast. Would it be better if you left him be and he sorted it out himself? Would it be better if you asked?

Childe is startled out of his thoughts of possible committed murder because he’s too scared to ask his own partner if kissing was something they could do, when he felt your hand slowly nudge his. No matter how many times he holds your hand, you’re always warm. It could be snow storming outside and the only heater he would need would be you. He offers a small but warm smile as he laces his fingers with yours. He remembers when you first started going out he was so scared about boundaries and what was okay. Brushing your fingers together and overall, not doing a good job at saying he wanted to hold hands that even he cringes slightly at his younger self - even though it wasn’t that long ago and he’s doing it again just with kisses - but now he borderline clings to you like some overgrown animal. Scaramouche’s words, not his.

It’s still evening in Snezhnaya and the Tsaritsa herself seems to be taking a vacation because there’s only a light snow falling down between the two of you. You’re both sitting outside his house while his family is inside, warm and having fun playing games. He breathes in, closes his eyes, and let’s the world fade away just a second. He slowly brings his other hand to cup your cheek, his hands are always numb and the tiny pin pricks are dancing on his fingers again before they fade away too, and guides you towards him so he can place a small kiss on your fore head. Then tilts your face to the side so he can kiss your cheek. Brings his nose near yours to nuzzle against. Then hesitates when his lips hover above yours.

“Ajax is there something bothering you?” you ask softly, you’re so close to each other that all you can see is him. The small puffs of breathe you both take bounce off each other’s face before evaporating into the air. You never really took the time to appreciate Ajax’s bright blue eyes. His pupil from this distance seems to be slitted too.

“Hm? Ah no, of course not. Where did you get that idea?” he tries to laugh it off and tries to move back before you quickly bring your hand to the back of his head and nudge him forward so he stays in place. It wasn’t like him to run away from something, it was really starting to bother you what could get Ajax of all people to retreat from something.

“You know if there’s anything that’s bothering you, you can talk to me right?” you asked as you brought both your hands to cup his face as you softly rubbed circles just under his ear. He closed his eyes and hmmed happily at your actions and nuzzled further into your hand before turning his head inward to kiss your palm. Before relaxing and parting his eyelids half way as he seemed to be back in concentration mode. Before awkwardly saying what was troubling him these past few days.

“So wait, you mean to tell me that this entire time I was worried about you. How out of it you were and how many fights you’ve been getting into. Was because you wanted a kiss?” you asked dumfounded as he pouted but nodded. You sighed but bonked your foreheads together softly, “You’re such an idiot....C’mere.”

“Wha-”

You grab the scarf on his harbinger uniform and tug him forward as your lips slot over his. You kiss him hard and for a few seconds as Ajax just stares at you as his brain tries to catch up, before his eyes seem to dilate and he kisses you back just as hard. All his past worries are quickly thrown out the window as slowly pushes you on your back, cushioned by the soft snow, as he basks in the feeling. It’s a bit sloppy given this is both your first kisses but that’s what adds to the charm. You both have to separate at some point for oxygen but Childe looks like he’s ready to dive in again.

“One more,” he pants as he goes in for another but you quickly place your hand in the way so he ends up kissing your palm. He whines but you chuckle at him, place a small kiss on the back of your palm of where his lips would be, and push him off you. You’re both still outside his families home and you aren’t in the mood to be caught in this kind of position. Especially not in front of his younger siblings. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and looks at you, trying to make his eyes bigger and look like a kicked puppy. You sigh as you give a small pet on his head, running your fingers through your hair. What a troublesome partner you’ve gotten.

“Alright, one more.”

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My entire taglist was just made for the “Enemies” to “Lovers” post and I still haven’t started hehe. Trust me, it’s coming. I’ve got requests for it and we’re slowly getting there. The entire time I’m writing this I’m just thinking “honey..no, that’s not how this works.” God you’re so dumb. I hate you. You’re my favourite character. Pour one out for Xiao, I was going to make this a crack fic too but ended up making it somewhat serious.

So yeah, xiao is a cat and childe is a fox. In other news, water is wet. But I did actually google fox behaviors just for this shitpost. ALRIGHT TIME TO SPIN THE WHEEL OF “WILL TUMBLR BE NICE TO ME?” OR DO I NEED TO DOUBLE REPOST AGAIN.

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years

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Hi Goldy! I am curious about your take on how Jikook are edited in the behind the scenes clips since October (such as the ones for the Life Goes on music video, ABC Holiday Dynamite, and the Japan one (search on youtube for BTS japan shoot || behind the scene of Japan)). Do you think Jikook are interacting less, being just friends, being more professional, or is BigHit editing their interactions out? It just seems so different from the ones before Oct (FILA, Dynamite MV, Season's Greetings 2021)

Huh???😲😲😲

BigHit is doing what what now?😥

Do you mean that as a fact or theory?🤔

Why though?👀 They are not Tae Kook? 😥

There's Bangtan video of Jimin with his third leg dangling loose in the air somewhere on the internet, I don't think BigHit is that savvy.

Lmho. I mean I see what you mean but they are editors and cutting is what they do for a living. But this is Jikook sis. I don't see BigHit's incentive for 'cutting' Jikook's moments and you shouldn't assume that-

Unless...

You don't think Jikook's been groping eachother homoerotically on set lately have you? Cos, chile I'll believe that! I don't trust Jikook anywhere near eachother's vicinity and personal space.

I've seen enough to traumatize the devil himself. Chilee. Lol.

Bighit, in recent times, mostly tend to cut scenes and moments if they are a bit risqué. Like JK shoving his butt in Jimin's groin face, sliding his hands down Tae's chest...

Often times too they cut moments if its redundant. If a part of a scene is already in the main content they don't bother showing it in the behind scenes. From my observation.

When an interaction is awkward they skip it too, I feel. I mean I am still waiting to see JK touching all over Jimin and feeling him up in Run 106- honey, I'll pay to watch that shit with my kidneys. Lol.

Often too they save some scenes for memories or some other shit that they use all those pent up footages for. Lol.

BigHit is a business, they produce content that per their research and analytics garners more engagement, audience retention and a whole other metrics. They put a lot of creativity into what they do as creatives and artists- I mean if the baby noises is anything to go by. Those bites are tired!

But often times too, they're tired and they're lazy, and they just put anything together and toss it out there without giving it much thought- isn't that how they leave Jin or Tae out of packages, how certain Jikook moments that should have never made it into screen time ended up in screen time- how JM's third leg made it to the internet? They should have cut that shit before uploading it with those subtitles and yet here we are.

I think people give BigHit too much credit- talking about JK shouldn't gay panic and run away from certain moments with JM if he knows BigHit editors are going to cut those moments.... JM's dixk begs to differ. Chilee, Jimin you should have just worn pants. Can't trust these phony ass editors my guy.

The editing is really not a big deal. Not to me. But I love your question anyway. Especially the bits about what's different about Jikook and the content BigHit has been putting out since October.

Well something sure did go down in October, I don't care what anybody says.

I keep saying BigHit banks on the bond and intimacy of the boys, and the boys are more than happy to showcase their bond for the cameras just as Tae said and confirmed in a recent interview- Tuktukkers y'all did an Oopsie on the whole Taekook don't like to show their bond on cameras! Lol

Tae said it himself not me- he lives to showcase his bond with the other members. *where is my skull head emoji. Lmho.

I think what has changed since JM's birthday in October to now, to me where BigHit is concerned, is the general marketing strategy of the company.

It seems to me the company is adopting a marketing module opposite of the strategy they had been using before the pandemic. I think I've talked about this though...

Hate to say I said it, but I said it. Lol.

They are limiting access to the boys to drive sales as and when. BTS dominates the internet and have amassed greater reach and attention partly due to the free content they put out on the internet. But those were never monitised- not in a direct or significant way.

In the wake of the virus, they've had to monetize their online presence. A single tweet from their Twitter account is a phone brand promotion as I pointed out in past posts. There's been an increase in their sponsorship collaborations, in Soop and many of the content they've put up this year. They even turned on ads on their YT channels it seems.

Like I've been saying, this situation is global and novel, they are going to experiment with means and methods till they find that sweet spot and that is what I feel we are experiencing- amongst other things.

Unfortunately for us, our access to Jikook is gonna take a hit like I said before because the numbers are in their favor. I mean go to their YouTube page and see the metrics for yourself.

Jikook's holiday remix pulls way ahead of their counterparts. If their going to monetize any ship brand in BTS it's Jikooks. Trust. But that doesn't mean any ship in BTS is spared.

Someone asked me a while back, when I talked about this, whether all these changes the company was going through was going to affect the way Jikook interact on camera and I couldn't answer that with conviction then.

But I mean we are seeing a subtle, if not drastic change in the way Jikook interact with eachother and with their glass closet.

What that means for us, I think, is the company is going to choose when and where to show us content and certain interactions but that doesn't mean Jikook aren't interacting- know what I mean? I mean they have them. The juicy moments that's gonna make us slap our mamas. BigHit has it all. They are just gonna save it for as and when based on their marketing strategy, if you know what I mean.

I mean we all saw that blackswan performance, we all saw the holiday remix performance etc.

And you are right about the less interactions post October and I've shared my thoughts on it so I won't go into it. But I will state again that they are not broken up either, not to me. Lol.

I think we need to examine what interacting less means. To me, I consider Jikook interacting less if they have an opportunity to interact and they don't interact in a way that is usual of them.

Majority of the content we've gotten in recent times are pretty much very official contents, interviews, etc. The entire BE era, as I said is not about Jikook or even BigHit.

It's about BTS, all seven and Jikook can't monopolize the shine like they tend to do in other BigHit marketed contents in my opinion.

Jimin tried to be funny and chill in the dynamite mv and RM nearly went ninja turtle on his ass when he called him out for not taking things seriously enough during the shoot- Left to grandpa Joonie, the kids will sleep at five. Lol.

Seriously though, there is a huge gap between what BTS views as marketing and marketable and what Jikook or even BigHit views as marketing, in my opinion. And conversations like that between RM and Jimin goes to prove it.

Another interesting thing about this whole marketing approach is how BigHit isn't substituting any other particular pair in Jikook's stead. I see them giving equal screan time to the individual members- well not in a technical sense but I think you know what I mean.

Are Jikook required to be professional in certain situations, absolutely. And in previous years, I think they took too many liberties with it. But as I said, now more than ever they are learning and need to learn to read the room because they wouldn't be able to get away with much if they don't.

BE is a self produced project, after Soop- after when they were isolated to help them bond and repair fractures in their bond. If there were anything they were not happy with that led to Soop, trust that they are going to fix it post Soop and it's going to reflect in every sphere of their interactions.

RM for example has chilled on his monitoring and censorship of Jikook, Jikook have been pretty considerate of the group and have tried not to do anything to have RM pop a vein, Tae has been stepping up too- with the members going out their way to praise him and push him to the fore front of the group unlike in previous years *cough cough I don't want trouble but chilee.

I mean Jimin pointed it out in the Be behind when he said Tae was working hard and putting his best foot forward because the members had been showering him with lots of compliments in recent times and he wasn't kidding.

In the LGO comeback live, RM praised Tae for working hard forgetting it wasn't just Tae and JM's reaction was telling. Of course he backpedaled to compliment JM too.

Suga did the same thing in the Be behind video when he was talking about JM and praising him- I mean it's Suga and his Jimin, uWu. But then he too backpedaled to compliment Tae when he realized what he was doing and I was like CAN SOMEONE PRAISE KOOKIE TOO PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Lol.

Anywho, the company is equally chilling on their Jikook agenda which I have speculated on several ttimes so won't get into- it's all so very kumbaya and God, I hate it. Lol.

Give me the chaos goddammit!

I feel Jlkook loosen up in contents that aren't like super official business moments and that's when you see their domesticity. Lol.

You see them having their me time in the background of some of the content, and in one of the interviews where they were sat a good feet apart but they kept moving closer and closer till eventually after their lunch break cut, they were sat very close to each other.

I'm not a fan of the cameras being shove in their faces during their private moments- Kookie certainly doesn't appreciate that either.

But they are working for a living nonetheless and making content is what they do for a living. So we are definitely gonna get the content from them alright, the fanservice, the organic moments passed off as fanservice, the moments that should never make it to screen- all nine. Lol.

We are just not going to get them in a way we are accustomed to. And it certainly doesn't help that they are each on their own personal growth journeys- gradually disconnecting from their fanbase, I mean Jk's been long gone duh, and Jimin did say he has come to the realization not everyone in the fandom loves him and he is learning to react less strongly to them; which to me translates as bye bitches you don't deserve me. Lol.

I mean dude didn't bother posting for new year this year- y'all Jimin is done with our ass. We might as well pack our bags and join him in Kookie's Casa. I call dibs on the broom closet under the stairs. Lol.

Jikook gets called fanservice and other creepy slurs in this fandom but people forget all of this is their choice too. They choose, are choosing to share all the bits of them they share with us, with us. Inspite of all the hate and insults, they choose to do that- if they did it for the fanservice don't you think they would have called a time out on it long ago because it's not worth it?

I hate it here.

I guess what I'm saying is, you are right about these observations you've made and some of the things you've pointed out are facts.

But we have talked about all of that so it really shouldn't be anything new? Kindly check my previous posts. I think I shared my point of view on what I think is going on with Jikook, BigHit and BTS.

Other than those, I don't think there is anything major up with Jikook honestly. I keep saying I don't think they are broken up. I don't see either of them closed off, emotionally open to connecting with the others.

If anything I said I feel Jimin is falling in love all over again with Kook. I mean when he looks at him he looks to me as if he is seeing Kook in a different light.

And it's funny how all through out 2020 he kept reiterating how his friends and family and relationships were important to him, shading the ef out of Kook during the Japan Stay Gold promos claiming his relationships were important to him and was what was Gold in his life.

He even went on to talk about picking an accent spending time around his friends and talking with his friends around his birthday but suddenly in the Be behind scenes he was talking about how he's come to the realization BTS is his only true friends and how friends come and go.

Clearly he's had an epiphany of a sort and has been through something post his birthday that has him setting his priorities straight in the aftermath.

In his Weverse magazine, he mentioned how he's recently discovered something about himself, about how he loves to be loved. He then went on to clarify that when during festa he talked about having a desire to perform with the members for a long that that he meant to say he wanted to be with them for a very long time.

But then JK said Jimin said that bit to him first. And if this is the interpretation Jimin is giving to that statement then- one plus one is two honey. Numbers don't lie.

Dude don whispered those sweet empty nothings in JK's ear telling him he wants to be with him for a very long time and shit.

And now homeboy out here setting up roots in gay boulevard. I don't think their well is drying up any time soon. Lol.

They are in a honeymoon phase again and they are not showing us. Stingy bastards! Lol

And when JK said to JM in response, that BTS is his home- wow. He really said that...

He is Jimin's home. Literally. Please, my heartu😭

Jikook is real. Please support them.

Signed,

GOLDY

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best-ghoul · 3 years

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I think we should elect the dog mayor.

Honestly Toby Fox is the exact Right Dude for the Job of making a super damn wholesome, earnest game that changed the world. Like, he’s secretly been pulling the levers of power the whole time, just, y’know, in a funny Dog Suit. He’s like, the new model for a lot of post Social Media celebs who grew up watching Indie Careers Born and Die On The Internet.

He knows hubris kills people who hit niche gold and go mainstream. It’s a lot like the lotto that way. He’s very clearly second-gen internet royalty, and it shows.

So, what does he do? He shuts his trap IMMEDIATELY UPON GOING VIRAL LIKE SOME KIND OF NERD SPARTACUS. If people are going to make you into a character, and especially if you want to be a character, start there. After all, who doesn’t want to be Batman?

We all understand the honor system with Batman’s identity, yes?

“Honor System” also includes the duty of reporting a dickhead abusing the privilege. You should still run bad acts out of town, but we have that part down to fucking clockwork. Have we over-corrected? I dunno, but we definitely need to start being a little more anonymous as artists.

What I do know is, every time I see the Funny Dog Man knock it out of the park Hopes and Dreams plays, and when I watch the funny Anime Girl Dog (who I also know precious few things about) play it and her face get excited in real time without exposing the performer on the other end to the orbity creeps of the internet id, I feel good. I don’t want to ruin that illusion.

Toby is the dog man now, and if he absolutely blows it in 3 years he’ll be a thief in the night. He could release an eroge tomorrow under another name and I’d never piece two and two together. If someone does, if he makes something different after that, first people will have already forgotten. It’s why scams work.

Books will be written about him. I’ve seen his name since early Homestuck.

I don’t even know how old the man is.

That’s perfect.

I could find it if I looked, of course, but that would make me explicitly Being Nosy. It’s generally frowned upon as a habit because it’s not something people do unprompted. People are much more wont to separate the art from the artist if you put up SOME kind of barrier. We’ve been doing it for thousands of years. It’s how we didn’t get fucking stoned in the town square before we were marriageable. It’s Identity-proof.

I don’t want to call it “Vtuberification” because that’s just dense, but Toby’s the first Post-Stan success story that I don’t look at with accumulating apprehension the way I do with, say, people who are at the fore with their face out because that’s their career model.

Face work is increasingly a volunteer position, though, which is real good; It even seems a little quaint. There’s real fear there too, and so much at stake for someone who operates on an algorithm’s shelf life and cannot ever run away from that. I don’t blame anyone for cracking eventually, and I think that’s what puts the axe in the back of alright people of incredible promise in the past, or worse, turned them into total dickheads. Live. In front of everyone. In front of me. It’s s nightmarish thing to watch in repeated succession.

The Industry is another thing entirely, but bit by bit people are carving their own escape hatches directly according to how they’re seeing people received, even as public culture shifts the other direction. Privacy’s counterculture now. Yes, we’re watching ourselves turn into a capitalist cyber-dystopia where nazis are as common as hurricanes, but people are getting better at using the internet!

Masking up is trust, but verify at it’s simplest, and people are, I’ve found, way more trusting back. If you’re masked, you come to the table saying “I am an artist, and what I am going to tell you is a lie.” This is what the early internet actually promised, and we’ve increasingly got it.

It can be done, it has. Who has? The goddamn funny dog, that’s who.

#okay and encouraged to rb #Longposting #For Good Content Call

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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how long has it been since my last ✨thot✨? too long

suits, we talked about it. tim and greg look fine as fuck in them and there are definitely some other uses for those ties😏😏😏 murder me please - ❤️

it’s been so long! i’m so glad you’re back and you’re sending me more ✨thots✨ too!!! We did talk about Tim and Greg in suits. Honestly, either man in a suit is like.. uh.. God tier. that’s that sexy daddy af good shit me thinks. OMG I’VE ACTUALLY THOUGHT THIS ON OCCASION...

Warnings:

This is probably about to get dirty. Or suggestive, at the very least. If you’re under 18+ you need to navigate away now. This content is not meant for minors.

It got sexual. All minors, please remove thine selves from this post.

Mentions of the misuse of a neck tie... Compromising situations, fingering / body fluids and the above all taking place in semi public locales... Dominant behavior. Pretty much it for this, if you’re choosing to stick around.

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@twistnet

TIM SPEEDLE & suits /neck ties;

You barely stopped the gasp at the sight of him when he stepped out of the dressing room. Grumbling, tugging at the tie around his neck. A tie that wasn’t even tied properly. And the sight of that made you giggle. You wandered over, melting against him. Walking your fingers up and down his chest.

“I hate it, thanks.” he muttered. “H cannot seriously expect me to work in this shit, Hell, I can barely breathe.” he tugged at the tie. The movement had you staring at his hands helplessly. Imagining him with the jacket off.. The tie loose and around his neck. The sleeves rolled to his fore arms. You lying on the bed and Tim slipping the tie from around his neck, leaning down over you with that smirk on his face as he bound your hands and started to undress you, slowly peeling away each layer.

“I think it’s sexy.” you answered, caught in the heat of the moment and your little daydream that you’d just had. It slipped out before you could stop it. Face burning hot when you realized you’d just blurted it out loud and not in your head. He’d asked you to come along to help him with this as a friend. And you’d come along happily, because a chance to see Tim Speedle in a suit was not something you wanted to miss out on.

You expected it to go all quiet and awkward. Instead, your back met the wall next to the dressing room door with a soft smack. He pressed into you. Gazing deep into your eyes. “Sexy huh?” he chuckled, inching his face closer to your own. You gulped. Nodding. “I said it, didn’t I?”

“Oh, you said it.” Tim licked his lips. The end result was his tongue brushing against the outline of your mouth, warm and wet. Making you whimper before you could stop yourself or regain control. You took a few shaky breaths and admitted quietly, “ I mean, you’re always sexy, but that suit is really giving me ideas..” trailing off because now you’d definitely just said too much. He still hadn’t really reacted to you admitting you thought he was sexy and here you went, digging the hole deeper. “Just curious, princess.. What are your ideas?”

You swallowed hard. Taking a deep breath because he was pressing himself into you harder now. The handle on the door was lightly digging at your back. His hands were skimming over your sides. He was staring at you expectantly. Waiting on your answer.

“Tying me up with that tie.” the words tumbled out in a rush and something in the man snapped. He was rocking against you. His mouth met yours clumsily. What started out as a clumsy peck turned into a deep and handsy kiss. His hand slipping beneath your skirt to squeeze and cup your core. The other hand lightly covering your mouth when you started to get loud and needy with your whimpers and whines. He lowered his hand, pushing open the door to the dressing room. You stepped inside and found yourself pinned against the mirror. Tim molding against you from behind. Locking eyes wtih you in the reflection.

Just the revelation that he had this entire other side to him had you dripping in a split second. He mumbled lazily against the shell of your ear, “Fine. I’ll buy the suit. But.. How serious were you about me using the tie on your wrists?”

“If you get me out of here right now, Tim, you can do whatever you want.. With the tie. In front of a mirror...”

He groaned, a whimper on the heels of the groan as he pressed his palm against your dripping sex a bit harder. Applying more pressure. “Anything, huh? So if I tied you to the bed and went down on you, that’d be okay?” as he groaned when you got even wetter, really starting to drip on his hand. He rubbed himself against your ass, making you shiver at the way it felt, his cock strained against the fitted pants of the suit, pressing against your ass.

“Oh, it’d be more than okay.” you breathed out, your breath shaky as you said the words, the words catching in your throat as his mouth danced over your throbbing pulse. “I want you to. Please?”

He growled against your skin. “ I am so tempted to take you up on that, right here, right now.”

All you could do was whimper and rock yourself against him urgently. Begging for it. Beyond turned on at this side of him because it was one you hadn’t seen before. But always wondered if he posessed. Reaching back between your bodies, you ghosted your hand over the way he strained at the pants of the suit. He rocked against your hands. “I’m not stopping you.” you moaned out as his hand squeezed your core, pressing down just a little more. Teasing you... He removed his hand, raising it to tug the tie free.

“Hands up against the wall, princess.” he muttered lazily against your ear once more. You did as you were told and Tim tugged the tie free from his neck, loosely binding your wrists together. You whimpered helplessly and Tim’s hands drifted back down, settling beneath your skirt. Fingers brushing soaked fabric out of the way and burying deep inside you as you squirmed against the way he had your wrists bound. “I didn’t tie you too tight?” he checked and you shook your head no, pleading for the use of your hands in the next breath when you felt his fingers working deeper inside you, the soft wet slosh as he did so making you bite your lip just to attempt staying quiet so you weren’t caught. “We shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t wait. Want you so much.” he muttered against your skin, his breath catching as he worked his fingers in and out. “So wet already. And when I get you home and taste you, fuck...”

GREG SANDERS & neck ties;

“Thank you for coming with tonight.” you molded against him as a slow song started to play and the dee jay announced the arrival of the bride and groom. Greg beamed down at you, his arms slipping loosely around your waist.

“I wasn’t going to leave you hanging.” he answered and the husky edge to his voice had you barely biting back a whimper. You toyed with the tie that hung loosened around his neck. Your gaze fixed on his shirt. He tucked his fingers beneath your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“I’d do anything for you.” he muttered. Cheeks reddening as he admitted it. Wanting to kick himself because he had. You took a second to process. Melting against his body as you did. Licking your lips because at this particular moment, words were failing you.

Across the reception area, the bride and groom were slicing into the cake, but you didn’t want to let go to wander over and watch. Greg chuckled quietly. You could tell he was getting a little nervous. You had to do something. So you gripped hold of the loosened tie, pulling his mouth down and against your own. Parting his lips with your tongue, making him groan into your mouth and deepen the kiss. His hands starting to really wander. Settling on your ass. Squeezing, which in the process, rocked you right into his body. When you repeated the movement, something in him snapped and he asked in a breathy whisper against your mouth as the kiss broke, “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

“Oh my god, yes.” you panted, your mouth meeting his all over again. He picked you up, letting your legs circle his waist and your arms circle his neck and he carried you out into the lobby of the hotel your sister was holding the wedding in. You had a room on the second floor that you’d gotten for the day and the night just in case neither you or Greg were up to driving the two and a half hours back to Vegas. Your back met the wall next to the elevator with a soft smack and he reached out, not bothering to break the kiss as he pushed up on the elevator.

And when it opened, he stepped on quickly. You used the tie to pull his mouth against yours all over again and he growled against your mouth. “If you keep doing that..”

“You’ll what?” you teased, pulling away to give a soft giggle. Greg licked his lips, something wild flashing in his eyes and as soon as you two were in your suite, he was tearing your clothing off, you were tearing his clothing off and your back met with the mattress as you were pulling his shirt off his body. He settled himself between your legs, pushing them open. Your legs leaning against his sides. His hand moved up your body, reaching for something. The tie, you discovered when he held your hands in one of his, tying the tie around your wrist loose. Making you pout as he leaned down, kissing, nipping at your mouth. Then your neck.. and then a trail down your body. Settling on his knees, raising one of your legs as he started to work his mouth up the inside of your leg, letting it settle on his shoulder as he nipped at the waistband of your panties with his teeth, tugging them downward with a soft and playful growl against your bare skin that sent a shiver racing through you. His tongue making a broad swipe up your dripping center as you tried to dig your heel into his upper back just to have some kind of grip or control over.

By the time he was finished using his tongue to spell his name between your thighs, you were shaking and arching your back, begging him to free your hands...

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chyrstis · 4 years

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WIP Saturday (so much for Friday)

Tagged by @shallow-gravy @raisinghellinotherworlds and @fadedjacket! You’re all way too kind (and also patient! <3), and here I am trying not to squeeze this in too late (never mind the fact that it’s Saturday and not even Wednesday)

Tagging: @writerofblocks @sharky-broshaw @amistrio @geronimo-11 @guileandgall @painterofhorizons @redroci @ma-sulevin @narcis-the-monk @teamhawkeye @finefeatheredgamer @fluttyseed @sneaky-apostate @hawkfurze @scarlettkat86 @strafethesesinners @risenlucifer @ofravensandgenesis @marymay-fairgrave @cclkestis and anyone else that’s interested! This is totally a free tag, and I’d love to see what you’re all working on.

Random aside, but I’d definitely post the new WIP I ended up writing earlier today courtesy of @writerofblocks providing some excellent inspiration, but...I think I’m going to hold onto that for later, b/c that might be a little too much spice to slip in here.

First off, a small moment from the Trap fic, which I’m still hoping to finalize most of the outline for soon! Just a friendly car chase, no big deal:

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“Go, go, go!”

Her foot hit the gas, and they flew out after it, not wanting to give it a decent chance for a lead. The more time between them, the less of a shot they had to corral it.

It just sucked that of all of the vehicles they had to offer, the van ended up being their pick, because the space it had didn’t do shit to help its max speed.

Coming right up behind the tanker, Hana dug for the radio by her side and put a call through. “H to Shurky, we’re coming up on you two, so you’d better be ready to work your magic!”

“Ten-four on that, pretty lady! Oh, wait. Fuck! Wait, let me just-”

Some arguing filtered through, nothing she could suss out while barreling down the road mid-car chase, until Sharky’s voice came back over the line.

“Yeah, we got you covered, Dep! Got a whole lotta shit just ready to throw and-yo, I see you there!”

Gunfire echoed briefly before cutting off, all while a cold sweat settled on her brow.

Jesus. They weren’t supposed to hit trouble this soon. Did they know?

A bullet clipped the windshield, spidering the glass as she moved back, and she swore under her breath.

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Next, how about a little more No-Cult AU? Part 2-ish of the paint saga, which I’d love to finish within the next week or so. *crosses fingers*:

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Sharky switched to the earlier photos. Tilted his phone and studied them, and still couldn’t tell jack-shit.

Another image came through in the middle of this, this time of John’s hand holding up what looked to be two separate paint color cards. Both were the kind of red he seriously had no hope of telling apart, and as Sharky focused in on them, he caught two different names.

“…Heart what?” he muttered, reading no joke, Heartthrob as one of the colors.

the fuck man?

Not happy with either?

im over here digging holes covered in dirt n shit and ure asking me to tell u whats better Candy apple or fkin cherry

cant even tell if ones lighter n the other

Digging?

Taking a picture of where he was, Sharky sent it along, and John didn’t wait long to respond.

Ah, you’re busy. This is a bad time.

its ok Sharky replied, typing fast, just weird to ask

the hells the red for anyway? thought blue was your thng

The boathouse, remember? It was red.

It was?

Thinking back to that night, color didn’t even click for him. Shit, he’d barely had his own feet under him as he slipped into the place, and nearly pitched over the edge of the boat into the river. But after avoiding hitting his head, and losing his balance he’d fired it up and booked it.

Didn’t even stop to question anything, not even the keys left on the workbench nearby. Seriously, how did he end up being the first person to try this shit at all?

Raccoons, or hell, even a wolverine could’ve run off with them, and he didn’t know what was funnier, the idea of a wolverine trying to handle a boat, or John trying to work any of that lawyer mojo against something ready to claw his face off.

But thinking back to the boathouse, red kinda made sense. Well, judging from what he’d seen under the burnt and charred pieces he’d broken down and thrown to the side while taking it apart.

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And finally, maybe some Sharky/Hana/John? John drops by their place earlier than anticipated on their calendar, which throws off their groove a bit, but he’s got a few reasons for it.

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“Dude, it’s just past four. You check the clock at all ‘fore heading over?”

He hadn’t, admittedly. Just left his room as soon as possible without looking back, and frowned when Boshaw aimed a knowing smirk right at him. “Should I have?”

He shook his head as he plopped down onto a nearby chair. “Nah, it’s cool, man. Cool to see you, and cool to-“ he yawned, the rest of his answer swallowed up by it. “Cool to have you by and shit.”

Groping for his shoes, he pulled at the laces, loosening them enough to put them on, and rubbed at his eyes before lacing them up. Not saying anything else, he’d switched to humming something off-key, and try as he might, John couldn’t recognize a single note of it.

“Can’t really stick around long, ‘cause the first round of shifts are starting, but if you wanted to talk to H, she’ll be up in a bit. She can’t do early. Shit, I can’t do early, but you do what you gotta do, I guess.”

“It’s a small price to pay to keep things as they are.”

“Yeah, I guess. But you’re looking like you just sprang up, ready to fucking go”, Charlemagne groused. John raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he shook his head at him. “You even sleep?”

No. John said nothing, but just as he was considering it, Boshaw snorted.

“Nah, probably don’t much. Well, I’m out. Whoever’s supe this week’ll ride me if I’m late, so just lock up behind me.”

He jogged over to the bed, and dipped down towards the pile of blankets. There wasn’t much of Hana that either of them could see above what she’d wrapped around her, but once Charlemagne found her, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tenderly brushing her hair back as he did.

Glancing away, John waited until he was back in front of him to make eye contact again.

#wip #some of these are definitely rougher than usual so don't mind me #but I'm glad to go back to some of these earlier ideas #it's so hard to think it's been months already since I've gone back to them

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Bahrain Grand Prix: New Williams team boss James Vowles says task tougher than expected

Vowles was a central figure at Mercedes during their domination of Formula 1 from 2014 to 2021 New Williams Formula 1 boss James Vowles says the task of leading the team back to the front is even tougher than he expected it to be. Vowles faces his first race in charge of William in Bahrain this weekend, after joining from Mercedes. Two weeks into his new role, Vowles said the job in front of him was "about what I expected, but maybe a soupçon of being slightly worse". He added: "The pathway's not one of months, but years." Vowles highlighted a lack of investment and a running theme of changes of leadership over the last decade as the core reasons for Williams sliding to their position at the back of the field. But he said he had taken the job because owners Dorilton Capital, who bought the team in 2020, had convinced him they would provide the necessary resources. Vowles said: "Any organisation - irrespective of whether it is a Formula 1 team or otherwise - cannot be a high-performing outfit, if you a) take money away from it, and b) basically have such disruption across a number of years that you end up in a poor situation. And that's where William stands. It's not for lack of good people. It's just simply lack of stability." Logan Sergeant is making his F1 debut for Williams this weekend He also said the team "lacking key technical personnel" after losing their technical director and head of aerodynamics had created difficulties. "The team's definitely under strain at the moment to ensure that we're filling those voids as best we can," Vowles said. He said he would focus on finding the right people rather than rushing to appoint someone just to fill the posts. "The intent within the organisation is incredibly clear," he said. "If you have a choice between making a decision that improves us next week, or one that can improve us significantly more in six months, 12 months, 24 months, you go with the latter of those two decisions." Within F1, it has long been believed that one of the problems holding Williams back is that key personnel in the factory were resistant to the change needed to bring the team up to modern operating standards. Vowles said: "I think the belief on that is changed as a result of everyone seeing the results that have been achieved over the last few years. "A realistic step for this organisation is, first and foremost, make sure that every year we are just edging forward and not stationary. That has to be dream number one. "Number two is we have to set a sensible period of time in the future - and it's years - where we start to actually break into it sixth, fifth, fourth. "From then onwards, the sport will probably have to have some level of political change to allow teams to break into the top three." Asked about Aston Martin's apparent progress after Fernando Alonso's impressive performance at the season-opening Bahrain Grand Prix, Vowles said: "They have an extraordinary driver who is in the car. And the team's taken some large steps forward. "They're clearly investing to go forward. The wind tunnel is a shared entity with Mercedes. The whole rear of the car is pretty much a shared entity with Mercedes. So what they've done well is aerodynamic development. "But I ask the question back to you. I wonder if it's also that perhaps some of the other teams have lost their way a little bit and that they'll come back to the fore? I still think it's very difficult to consistently break into the top three." via BBC Sport - Formula 1 http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/

#F1 #Bahrain Grand Prix: New Williams team boss James Vowles says task tougher than expected #Formula 1

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vlovers19 · 4 years

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je t'accueille,

I appreciate your blog and your opinion so I would like to ask you something. I've been very confused about Vmin for a while (actually about Jimin). I love Vmin but I don't know what to think.

There are moments, very sensitive little things that show me how sweet Vmin relationship is. Those are quiet little things what the two do; the way Taehyung takes Jimin's hand inadvertently, or that sweet "agyo" from Jimin's side. It's all so subtle and real.

I love 4oclock, Promise, Winterbear, Sweet night (that's Vmin, I can find it there)

But then Jimin goes to the JK. Jimin is almost always with JK, very rarely with Tae or other members. Jimin can be carried on his shoulder, sending him "seductive looks" (which I really can't understand in connection with what Jimin said about JK, namely that Jk is like his younger brothers) The way Jimin does it makes me almost sour; what he is doing this show for, he builds such an "erotic tension" (I don't know how to describe it at all), hangs on Jk's neck, lets himself be carried and his ass is touched by Jk, ears nibble etc etc ... .

Normally that wouldn't bother me at all; I'm not into shippe (I don't take Vmin as a Shipp) and I wouldn't care, but with a connection with Taehyung, I am surprised by Jimin's behavior. It comes and goes! Are months where you hardly notice Jimin and Jk and then it comes back. we see Vmin in love together and then suddenly everything is gone.

I don't understand Taehyung either; why does he stay with Jimin when he sees that Jimin is actually into JK and likes to have fun with him? (or do I just get it wrong?)

So please can you help me in any way? I don't want to give up Vmin ..... Maybe something is what I don't know, maybe I don't understand shipping at all?

I've been in the Army for almost 5 years and until now, due to lack of time (studies), I've only dealt with music. I saw Vmin in Paris at a BTS concert and since then, Vmin is my "everything" ..... "Vmin is mine" .... you understand.

Au revoir

Marie

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Hello Marie! No doubt, this is quite a concern to most shippers but since you are not a shipper as you said so you might not really be versed with Vmin, then it's normal for you to feel confused but this kind of thing shouldn't bother people or cause ship wars.

I think there was a time I wrote a post advising people to enjoy whatever content Vmin was giving us back when they were a unit because it wasn't going to last and I was not wrong. Now, no one's talking about Vmin being soulmates. All they are talking about now is how Jk carried Jimin with his hands on his butt. My eyes nearly fell off but I also clearly remembered this was something Jk also did with Suga in bon voyage but no one seems to remember that because it's Jikook that's doing this.

By the way, this was something that happened quite a long time ago and as we all know, before Friends was released. A lot has changed between Vmin recently.

As for Jimin spending a lot of time with Jungkook, i'm not surprised because I've noticed that Taehyung seemed quite distant from everyone especially in 2018/2019. If we examine the previous Taehyung with the person who he is now, there's little wonder why Jimin would prefer hanging out with Jungkook than with him.

The most puzzling part is why would Big Hit officially show such videos that no doubt seem quite 'gay' especially after the whole hype about Jimin and Taehyung's song soulmate, giving shippers reasons to fight ship wars with each other debating who is more closer than who? Giving antis and solo stans room to attack each other. They showed it all. Why do I think so? Because they are aware it will cause a reaction and things like this keeps people talking about Bts. Almost like they're flashing it right in front of everyone's faces so people notice it. It's like, there's no way you can't notice it. It's right in front of you so no doubt, people are noticing it so well, it's creating tensions on social media and before you know it, it has become a hot topic. Even the ear nibbing thing, Jungkook did with Jimin on stage is something i've noticed Jungkook used to do with Taehyung and some idols have done with each other especially the one where they swallow the other person's shoulder with their whole mouths.

Besides, I'm also quite surprised how they can act like this in front of so many cameras. It's puzzling. In public, Jimin can behave this way with Jungkook yet when in an interview, Bts was asked who he does most of his Aegyo to, the members agreed that it was Taehyung shocking even me because I was asking myself, we see him being cute with JK in cameras all the time yet how come he gets cute the most with Taehyung? Where? How? When does it happen? Proving that most of their moments aren't shown in camera.

The fact that i'm seeing all this Jikook flirtations on camera leaves me with no words. No doubt, it's stirring but it's too into your face and I don't even understand why the editors displayed everything for us to see. It's almost like they are showing the interactions of two of the famous BTS members being lovey dovey on camera. The two of them had quite a lot of screen time together.

It's obvious, it's what a lot of people wanted to see and they have gotten the reaction they expected. Jungkook no doubt gives Jimin the attention he wants whereas Taehyung seems like his head is always in the clouds. Like he's not energetic or has time to spend with Jimin so you can't really blame him.

Despite how active Jikook are, Taehyung was still the one Jimin sang a song with where they called each other soulmates. People heard the song and it was surprising because in public, they didn't seem close enough to call each other that so there was a lot of disbelief.

Taehyung didn't initiate that song, Jimin did and even personally produced it himself. As friends, Jimin naturally should be hanging out more with Taehyung like he used to especially before 2016. But why has the tables turned? Instead of being close, they seem quite distant. I guess you already know what I'm thinking. Something is very fishy somewhere.

However, like I said, this was something that happened quite a while ago and now, it's no secret to us that their relationship wasn't perfect. According to an interview they both had, they still need to work out a lot of things with each other. One moment, they are friends, the next they are enemies so it's not surprising when during such times, they would prefer to hang out with others.

But now, we are seeing a lot of changes. With Taehyung posting things related to Jimin on Social media since last year, things like 95z is love, being more vocal in his admiration for Jimin and so on. Releasing sweet night and scenery which I suspect is about Vmin. Things have definitely changed for the better between them.

However, for the fact that i see Jikook doing all these in front of several cameras doesn't convince me because in my opinion, if they really had something going on, they should be a bit more reserved in their relationship rather than being very public about it where all eyes are watching causing viewers to talk about them and indirectly provoking ship wars.

Jimin likes to show affection, Taehyung doesn't so obviously, their behavior is bound to clash. This little action of theirs in Bts 2019 showed the disparity

From the above, Jimin wanted to hold Taehyung's hand but he was reluctant. Without saying anything, Jimin continued putting out his hand looking quite serious until Taehyung let him hold his hand but in the end, he only let Jimin hold his fore finger.

it looks like they both really aren't on the same page about what to show and what not to show. It's like a confusion. Personally, that's what i think it feels like to have something secretly going on whether it's a secret relationship or having secret feelings.

Anyway, this is my opinion, if i look at Jimin, I see it as him wanting to be close to someone who actually accomodates his flirtations but as for Jk, he would do the same to any other member especially Jin. Jimin wouldn't be an exception. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Anyway, that's all I can say about this. Nothing else, only that it's really hard to ship Vmin and you need to have a lot of will power and analyze things deeply because if we look at what we see on camera, we are just going to keep on getting confused.

Anyway, have a great day and remember that 95 liners is love and they are soulmates.

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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At Midnight

Oh wow, I actually titled a ficlet. It’s been so long since I’ve done that, lol.

Anyways, I’ve been writing here and there for this AU, and finally put together enough to post something. So here’s when Stangie finally happens in the AU - while Stan is training at the South Pole.

(As a note: This AU is a collaborative effort, with @vulpixen, @bluestuffeh, and @nour386 involved in its development.)

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“Hey there, Avatar.” At the sound of a familiar voice, Stan looked over. It was Angie. She’d grown during the course of Stan’s training; they all had. After all, it took years for someone to become a fully fledged Avatar. But grown as well was the fluttering feeling Stan got in his stomach when he looked at Angie.

The moon reflected off her dark brown hair, her tawny skin stark against the ice and snow. The olive-green eyes that signaled to her Earth Kingdom heritage sparkled mischievously. She walked over to where Stan stood, leaning against an igloo, and leaned against it as well, next to him. Her breath misted in the cold air. Stan tore his eyes away from her.

“Blue’s a good color on you,” he finally said, looking determinedly at the snowy ground. Angie laughed.

“It’s much better on Lute.”

“He’s Water Tribe,” Stan said dismissively. Angie punched his shoulder. “Ow.”

“So am I,” she reminded him forcefully. “Being an earthbender doesn’t remove me from the tribe.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “But I definitely don’t feel Water Tribe right now. I can’t thrive in such a cold climate.” Stan snorted softly. “Anyways. What’s keepin’ ya up?”

“What makes you think I can’t sleep?”

“The fact that yer still awake.”

“You caught me.” Stan sighed. “I thought that this whole ‘mastering the elements’ thing would be a piece of cake. I mean, I got airbending done in record time! But I just- I can’t hack waterbending! It’s like-” Stan huffed. “It feels like it’s supposed to be like firebending, since it involves controlling something that will resist. But it’s not! I’m supposed to use the gentle touch approach I used for airbending, but water has a mind of its own. I’m either too rough or too gentle. Finding the medium is just-” Stan slid down the igloo. “It’s tough, Ang.”

“Well, I ain’t sure if I have much insight fer ya. My element is all about movin’ somethin’ that just don’t move at all unless ya force it to. Water…it moves all the time.” Angie’s voice went wistful. Stan looked at her curiously. “I had to sit in on lessons from Pa when I was a kid, learnin’ ‘bout our Water Tribe heritage.” Angie slid down the igloo as well to sit on the snow by Stan’s side. “Ma didn’t really have equivalent lessons, since she didn’t have as strong of a connection to her cultural heritage as Pa.” Angie looked at her gloved hands. “When I was younger, I wished I was a waterbender. I knew so much more about the theory behind it, about the history behind it, about my own connection to the art. But nope, I was makin’ lil quakes from my crib.”

“Wait, really?” Stan asked. Angie grinned crookedly.

“Yep. I could earthbend ‘fore I could talk.”

“Wh- but- how?” Stan asked. Angie shrugged. “Maybe you should be my earthbending teacher.” Angie tilted her head back to look up at the night sky. A smile slowly spread across her face.

“That would be wonderful. I could hit ya with rocks all day long.” She put a hand on the ground. “I’ll be glad when I’m somewhere that those rocks are more easily accessible. They’re buried under ice and snow here. I can feel ‘em, but can’t do much more ‘n make ‘em wiggle at this depth.” She shivered. Stan got up and held out her hand.

“You’re gonna freeze if you just sit around,” he said. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.” Angie smiled. She took the offered hand. Stan pulled her up.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she teased.

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The city was mostly deserted as they walked through the streets. No lamps were lit, but they didn’t need any. The full moon cast everything in a bright white light. To top it off, the spirit lights swam through the sky. Angie tilted her head back to look at the lights.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered. Stan’s heat did a somersault as he looked at her, shining in the night’s lights.

So are you. He bit back the compliment. I can’t come on to her. Stan cleared his throat roughly.

“So, uh, where do you wanna walk?” he asked. Angie raised an eyebrow.

“And here I was, thinkin’ you had some grand plan where you’d be takin’ me,” she drawled.

“You know better than that. I don’t have plans, grand or otherwise,” Stan said dismissively. Angie giggled.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go to the ocean, then. See if we can’t get ya waterbendin’.”

“Uh…”

“Come on.” Angie grabbed Stan’s hand and dragged him away from the main part of the city, towards the harbor. A few docked boats bobbed on the waves. It was too early for even the earliest fishermen to have casted off, so they had the harbor to themselves. Eventually, they came to a stop by the ocean. Angie let go of his hand to shift into a position Stan recognized from his waterbending lessons. “Mimic my movements.”

“You’re an earthbender. Unless you’re also a waterbender, in which case, you should probably tell me.”

“Oh, hush. I have waterbendin’ relatives, I’ve seen the various poses ‘n whatnot. Not to mention, I’ve been sittin’ in on your lessons. I’m good at observin’ and listenin’. Now, copy me.”

“Getting taught to waterbend by an earthbender,” Stan muttered, but copied Angie’s stance.

“Waterbending is strongest at night, and it’s a full moon no less,” Angie said, ignoring Stan’s mumbles. “If there were ever a time to unlock yer waterbendin’, it would be now.”

“…Good point.”

“Watch the waves,” Angie said softly. She gracefully shifted into a new position. Stan mirrored her. He looked out at the ocean. “They move forward and backward at the command of Tui and Yue.” Angie looked at him. “And you, too.”

“Pfft. Yeah, right.”

“Close yer eyes. Feel the moon shine down on ya. Spread out yer senses, allow yourself to be tugged like the ocean.” Angie turned her attention back to the ocean. Feeling slightly stupid, Stan closed his eyes. He took in and let out a deep breath. His eyes popped open in shock as he felt something pull at him.

“I felt it,” Stan croaked. Angie’s eyes sparkled.

“You have water. Just ‘bout everything does. Of course ya feel it. Now that you know how it feels to be tugged, try it yourself.”

“Try-”

“Watch me.” Angie held her arms out in front, then pulled them back, then pushed forward again, her movement as fluid as a waterbender’s. “Pull, push.” Stan swallowed, but again copied her movements. “Pull, push. Make the ocean feel the way you just felt.”

“Pull, push,” Stan said quietly. “Pull, push. Pull…” His eyes widened. The water was responding to his movements.

“Keep doin’ it,” Angie said gently. Stan continued, watching in awe as the ocean flowed forward, then backward, moving with him. “Good work! Now, up!” Stan knew what to do without looking. He raised his arms over his head. A weak wave rose up. It wobbled, but held its position. “See?”

“I’m- I’m waterbending!”

“Of course you are.” Stan released the water and turned to Angie. She beamed proudly at him. “Yer a waterbender.”

“But you aren’t. How come you were able to teach me to do it?”

“I think it makes sense that I got through to ya. I know the theory of it, the movements, the history, just about everything. But like you, my native element ain’t water, so I can come at it from a perspective closer to yours.”

“I…I guess that makes sense.” Stan grinned at her. “Maybe you should be my waterbending teacher.” Angie let out a peal of laughter. It sounded like bells ringing.

“No. I managed to help ya have a breakthrough, but you’ll need an actual master. ‘Sides, I’m s’pposed to teach ya earthbending, not waterbending.”

“Still. I can’t believe you got me to waterbend for the first time.”

“There’s less distinction between the elements than ya might think,” Angie said with a shrug. “I mean, waterbending movements have been used to develop firebending techniques.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Stan moved closer to Angie. She had taken down her hood when they practiced. A few strands of dark brown hair flew in the breeze, freed from her ponytail. Stan tucked the strands behind her ear, smiling at her. She smiled back at him. “Thanks, Ang.”

“No problem,” Angie said. “After all, yer the reason I’m able to travel the world.”

“I’m just your ride, huh?” Stan asked, raising an eyebrow. Angie giggled.

“Nah, yer more than that. And you know it.”

“Yeah…” Stan cupped her cheek gently. He lowered his face to hers.

Their lips met.

#I've also got a thing ready for the initial stuff after Stan finds out he's the Avatar #but I felt in a sappy mood so here's my aspec attempt at romance lmao #(don't worry I'm going to update Spirit Touched this Saturday)#(I just didn't have the next chapter ready to update last week like I wanted. what with moving and all)#Stangie #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Avatar AU #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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Oh my gosh Assassin!Peter Parker GO! Also as a bonus question favorite and least favorite fanfiction tropes.

Ah, yes, I love me some assassin Peter Parker. Honestly, I just love the concept of evil Peter sooooo much, so thank you for the ask! I hope this is good for you!

Also, to answer your questions, I love all fanfiction tropes, but I'm probably going to have to go with "there's only one bed" and "slow burn fics" as my favorite tropes. I also love writing Alternative Universe Au's, but I'm not confident enough to post them. They're kind of really out there. :/ And the only trope I don't like that much/just haven't found a good story for is Peter teaching an older Morgan to become Iron Woman. I really like the concept, but just haven't found a good fic done for it. Someone should DEFINITELY leave suggestions in the comments :)

Lastly, I'm writing this at work, lol, so it's a bit rushed:

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He likes to think everything he's done is for a good cause. Really, if you only look at the minimal details, truly you'd see the nature behind his decisions. There's no point in watching how he kills people, or the satisfactory look he gets when collecting his prize.

At least, that's how Peter looks at it. Peter Parker - the more humane side of his alter ego. He remembers clearly when his job - his life - really started.

It was a cold September, the start of a freezing winter. He remembers being so scared for a moment before his insides were filled with pure rage and vengeance.

Looking back on it, his reaction might have been normalized for someone who had witnessed their Uncle's murder. And he was only thirteen at the time, young enough to substitute jail for juvenile detention.

After cradling Ben and listening to, "With great power, comes great responsibility," for the last time, he realized his responsibility. He was responsible for two things.

Ben's untimely death. And two:

For catching his Uncle's murderer.

Maybe his decision making was far fetched, maybe Ben never wanted this to happen, but in a panicked moment, Peter fled the seen for a man in a hooded jacket and 380 ACP.

He chased the guy five blocks to catch him. To tackle the man in an abandoned warehouse and when on top, he found a renowned strength. He had never throw a punch before. He never remembered being that strong.

While the punching continued, Peter wasn't planning on killing the criminal, but in their flurry of movement and the man reaching for his gun, he freaked out. It was either kill or be killed. He didn't want to join Ben yet, he couldn't leave May alone. He had a responsibility.

So, twisting the other's wrist and catching the gun mid-air, he aimed and shot two bullets. The man spasmed as Peter rolled over, taking two large breaths and throwing the weapon into a corner. He laid there for what seemed like hours, trying to find a way out.

In the end, the body ended up in the Hudson River. Peter returned home - bloody and bruised - to find May gone. A note was left to go to the local police station with twenty dollars on top.

He didn't go. Instead, he used his extra time to get the grime off himself in the shower. Afterwards, he called May to tell him he was home and would take a taxi as soon as he could. She yelled at him for ten minutes, wondering where he had been, why he didn't answer his phone or call earlier, in the end she broke down, apologizing and saying she'd be home in a few minutes.

By the time she returned, he had finished brewing some tea and cooking a couple of eggs. It was already four in the morning. Peter held his Aunt for the next three hours. Letting her grieve, letting himself listen to his own thoughts. He didn't cry, didn't feel bad about the man he killed - by now he was comfortably numb.

He knew he had to be more careful. He knew he had to figure out why he could punch so hard, what other things - powers - his body had obtained.

And when he found out his unnatural ability and crazy amouts of strength, Spider-Man would be born.

When he first took on the mantle and name of a "Superhero," that's all he intended it to be. To save people and help get other out of harm's way. To be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

The first illegal thing he did in his beginner suit was break into Oscorp. After months of fighting crime in a ratty sweatshirt, he was sure need of an upgrade.

So, with Peter's high IQ he produced a flashdrive with Oscorp's codes and firewall breakthroughs. Everything about the company could be found on a tiny store-bought chip.

Sneaking into the place was harder, making sure to use the right codes and not set off any alarms was difficult, but once he was in and posing as an intern, things had ran smoothly. He worked diligently in a lab, constructing a functional suit with new designs and better usages.

Getting out was simpler, deciding to strut out the front entrance with his new suit in a backpack gave him an adrenaline rush, causing him to run to a bathroom to change for patrol. That would lead to his second illegal action in a suit.

Even though he was excited, the streets surely were not. About to finish his sandwich from Mr. Delmar (it was on the house) and return to the apartment, a lady yelled out from below his streetlamp, "Hey, you're that Spider-Guy, right?"

Startled, he nodded and hurriedly pulled his mask down, "Uh, yeah. Spider-Man, actually, but that's me, do you need help with anything, or something?"

"Yeah, I do. But we shouldn't really talk about it here. C'mon down, little spider." Peter gulped, conflicted on running or following the women. Looking up and down the street, he found it empty.

"Why can't we talk right here?" Realization dawned on him and he dropped his voice to a whisper, "Is someone following you."

The women nodded. Peter hopped down to her level, taking her arm in his, "Do you think we can pass as a couple. I mean - I'm wearing a suit."

"I noticed, it's new. I've been looking for you." Closer now, Peter could see the women's features more sharply. Hazel eyes shaped with cutting-edge cheekbones and wavy-ginger hair.

"Who's following you?" There was no point in beating around the bush.

"My husband, he's about two blocks behind with a pocket knife."

Peter glanced at the store they passed, "Do you want me to go take care of him. I can call the police and have him sent to jail, only if you have proof, though."

"Don't believe me?"

"I do, but I also know the cops won't do anything without evidence. It'll be a lost cause then."

She sighed, "I don't want to get the cops involved. I want you to kill him."

Spider-Man stopped, "What?"

The women pulled him into an alley way and oped her purse. She pushed a smaller bag into his hands, "I need you to kill him."

Peter was shaking, he didn't understand. He slowly opened the bag, it was full of wads of cash, "That's seven thousand dollars. Go kill him, call me when it's done." He watched as the women pulled out a paper and pen, scribbling down her phone number.

"I can't."

She stared at him, almost like she could see through the mask. Groaning, she replied, "Fine," she ripped the money out of his hands and began leaving the alley way.

Peter froze. Seven thousand dollars. That was alot of cash. And it was rent week, he knew May couldn't pay it. He also knew he needed a new computer. Decisions. It seemed that's all his life was right now. So many decisions.

May needed the money. It was his responsibility to help get it for her.

"Wait! I'll, I'll take the job." The women looked over her shoulder and grinned,

"I knew you would, I'll be waiting."

By the time he left the crevice between the buildings, the husband was already on their street.

Peter swung and landed in front of the man, startling him. The boy could already tell from his drunken-state that this would be easy.

"He has a pocket knife," the words rang in his head. Peter looked down and sure enough there was a bulge in his pants in the form of a small dagger.

"Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?"

The man shoved him, "Beat it, Kid. I don't have time fore games."

"Yeah?" Peter cocked his head, "Neither do I." He shoved his knee in between the man's legs, watching him double over and then using his strength to throw him into a post.

With the other's uneasiness he webbed his chest and catapulted him into the air. Climbing in the apartment and swinging the man upwards to finish things on the roof.

He didn't feel bad when the guy crashed against the fire escape. He was unconscious when they reached the top, his breath evened out and forehead already swelling. Peter stared.

After a moment, he fished out the knife and undid it. This would be the easier part, he knew where to position the blade and where to put pressure against the man's skin.

He didn't take honors biology for nothing.

Finishing the job, he called the women after sending a picture of her husband. With the seven thousand dollars he should invest in a burner phone.

"Good work, Spider-Man. I have another job for you, but that can wait till later. Get rid of the body and the cash is yours. I'll leave it behind the dumpsters." She hung up before he could say anything. That left him with a dead man and a prize to collect.

He later found himself counting the cash and debating on when he should call the women back. He knew the answer, though. He shouldn't. You need the money, he reminded himself.

In good news, he received a new laptop and burner phone all while sneaking May money for rent at the end of the week. He still had a shit ton of good money left. Even treating May and him to dinner. She never questioned anything.

After Peter calling the mysterious alley way women back on his newer phone, things began to slowly progress.

It led to him taking on another case for her and her pointing him into the direction of others in need of his help. He started going for more and more people, getting more money, taking even more people, all while maintaining the name, "Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man."

No one suspected a thing and his clients list kept growing. He didn't feel bad, hell, he only killed bad people. In his mindset, how could he be doing anything wrong?

Over the course of three years, his "buisness" grew and he upgraded his suits and weaponry. Most of the time, he preferred just his strength and webs, sometimes a knife if necessary, it was less of a mess, anyway. Of course, some jobs required the guns and larger daggers. They were easy enough to obtain, with his status between the dark web, anything was easy to obtain.

He never didn't take a job as long as the work could be done in New York, it was simpler that way.

There was one job he couldn't take, the one that frightened him the most and ironically had the largest bounty he'd seen. He was shocked when he pulled the invitation up. Two million dollars for the one and only May Parker.

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Ooh, a cliffhanger! I don't know if there will be a second part, sorry! Maybe if this gets enough love I'll consider! Speaking of, there will be an updated master list of things to drop in my ask box, hopefully tonight! Of course, if you have any other ideas or want me to do a second part of something, just ask! Thank you for the ask @etherithical

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‘All that’s best of dark and bright’ - a Draco x Hermione x Theo story - Chapter Two

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Chapter Two Summary:

As Hermione settles into her (predictably) monstrous workload this term, she finds herself torn between memories from 'before' and the way things are now, and it leaves her drifting and anxious. Her tentative friendship with a certain Slytherin prefect isn't quite as helpful as it might be, and after a slight misunderstanding with Malfoy in a Potions class, she finds her way out into the grounds to Hagrid's hut for a cup of tea and a cuddle with the now rather aged Fang...

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Huge huge huge thank you to everyone who read this and left kudos, bookmarked it, or commented! You're the reason I'm posting this second chapter so soon! It was mostly written, and just needed an edit this morning. Thank you so much! I hope you like this one - there's a mix of fluff and a touch of angst.

I also don't intend to update every day, and this chapter is nearly 4k words long.

And remember when I said this was slow burn? Just... reminding you of that. :)

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Chapter Two

To say that Hermione was busy this year was… a tiny bit of an understatement. Like saying a nundu had morning breath, or an acromantula could be contained in a water glass like a house spider.

Sure, she’d pushed the definition of ‘busy’ in her third year, but now, even without a time turner, she was still cramming in as many N.E.W.T’s as she possibly could. It didn’t matter that she’d actually already taken one of them before term started, under the supervision of the headmistress. It didn’t excuse her from attending Advanced Arithmancy Studies, Potions, Ancient Runes, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, and even an Ancient Studies elective. When she wasn’t holed up in her favourite corner of the library - where she, Ron, and Harry had all gathered over the years to do research both academic and illicit - she managed to find time to tutor some of the younger students, while also acting as a teaching assistant in Muggle Studies three times a week, and patrolling with Nott on their rota nights.

Three weeks into term, she closed up her books and paused on the cusp of leaving that hallowed library corner, and stared at it. Her eyes prickled with exhaustion, and she blinked and fought off a yawn. Dust motes danced in the dim dusk that gathered and pooled in the darkness between the shelves, like a cat arching its back and begging her for just one more stroke before she left.

So many memories had crystallised there over the years, each one so breathtakingly tangible, that all it would take was the brush of a fingertip on a book’s spine here or the scratchy rhythm of a quill on parchment there to bring every single one of them rushing back, vivid and sacred as a pensieve’s collection. She could trace her fingers over the wonky ‘R.W’ that Ron had idly carved into the table in their first year, and even see the faint shadow of an ink stain where Harry had upset an entire bottle of unsmudgeable ink when Cho had smiled at him once in fourth year. Memories had been etched into this corner of the castle like none other, and just breathing in the musty smell of dust and parchment eased her racing heart when things got a little… frantic. Which, she was loathe to admit, was beginning to happen more and more often as the weeks ticked by.

Her hair was looking a touch frantic and frazzled now too. Perhaps she could nip into Hogsmeade and pick up a few potions to help with that at least, and she made a mental note to slot it into her timetable that she’d devised for the weekend.

On patrol that night, as she bit back her umpteenth yawn, Nott looked down at her and said, “We’re only three weeks into term, Granger. You shouldn’t be this exhausted already.”

“I’m fine,” she snapped, leading the way down a corridor lined with severe suits of armour. She half expected them to salute or start filing out into the courtyard again, and it make the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Nott hadn’t been here for the Battle, having been evacuated at the last moment with a load of other students, and she wondered how he felt about that, and how he would have acted had he been there. Had he defended their ranks or had he fled at the fore?

Nott’s smooth, rich voice recalled her attention to the present. “… taking about a million classes, Granger,” he chuckled. “Plus everything else on your timetable.”

She ground to a halt with a scowl and glared up at him. “And how would you know what’s on my timetable?” she asked, prickling further. Her hair had probably just swelled in volume too, as if it had gained sentience, but she resisted the urge to smooth it down. About half of it had already sprung out of the plait she’d woven it into earlier, and she didn’t feel like stopping to fix her hair in front of the smarmy Slytherin. This was the longest she’d ever worn it, not having bothered to cut it since… she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had a haircut. Two years, perhaps?

Nott just rolled his eyes and tucked his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know exactly what’s on your timetable, of course. I just know you’re always scuttling around the place like one of McGonagall’s transfiguration beetles.”

“Oh. Well, yes, I am… busy,” she admitted with a rather unsatisfactory huff. “How many subjects are you taking?”

“Four,” he said. That was more than most took for N.E.W.T.’s, she knew. “Potions, Arithmancy, Charms, and Ancient Runes.”

“Oh.”

Pausing at the statue of the Hogwarts Architect, he cocked his head and raised one eyebrow. “Don’t tell me, five?”

She rolled her eyes and looked away, embarrassed. “Six, with Ancient Studies as an elective.”

Nott froze. “Slytherin’s Shitsticks, Granger,” he gawped, losing his usual quiet calm for a moment. “You’re aware that’s completely nuts, right?”

If he made her roll her eyes one more time she was going to get vertigo. “I’m aware that taking this many is… unconventional… but… McGonagall thinks I can do it. Besides, I already took my Transfiguration exam before term started. I just have to attend the classes as a formality, but I don’t actually have to do any of the assignments. I passed, by the way.”

“Right,” he said slowly. “Which is why you were in the library yesterday, surrounded by a veritable fortress of Transfiguration textbooks.”

Her shoulders dropped and she felt her eyes stinging. I didn’t go through the entire Second bloody Wizarding War to let some pureblood Slytherin arsehole bully me about how many classes I’m taking, she thought, grinding her teeth. She was the next thing to stamping her foot in frustration when the wall beside them in the Entrance Hall rippled and revealed the passageway to the Slytherin dungeons, and Malfoy of all people stepped out with a face like a thunderhead.

“Draco?” Nott murmured, leaving Hermione immediately and going over to him. He touched him on the upper arm in a very familiar, and oddly tender, gesture and Malfoy’s silver eyes dropped to the point of contact before darting up to his face. “What’s up? Why are you out at this time of night?”

“I…” Malfoy began but his eyes drifted to Hermione and his gaze hardened to steel instantly. “Nothing. Forget it.” And he turned on his heel and disappeared back the way he’d come.

Nott watched him go until the wall closed up behind him, and he turned with a serious expression on his handsome face. “Suppose you’ll want to dock some points for his being out and about after dark,” he grumbled like a child caught with his hand in the sweetie jar.

With a flat look, Hermione snorted. “You really think I’m petty enough to dock points from someone who looks like he hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in two years? Come on, I’m not that heartless.”

Nott stood there and stared at her for a moment before a shy, small smile graced his lips. “Never thought I’d see the day when you covered for a Slytherin, let alone Draco.”

Any comeback she might have had died in her throat. Wordlessly, she shook her head. Then, feeling her shoulders drop a little as she recalled the exact expression on Malfoy’s face, she said gently, “I’ll finish up. You should go and check on him.”

“Granger, you don’t have to -” he began but she was already walking away. Nott didn’t follow her, and when she reappeared after checking that the Great Hall was empty and still, the Entrance Hall was deserted too. With a quick glance at the now blank wall, she smiled privately and headed off to climb into bed and fall asleep almost before her head even hit the pillow.

Waking even earlier than usual, Hermione lay in her red-draped four-poster and stared up at the canopy. It was one of those mornings where she hardly dared breathe in case everything shattered around her. If she blinked, she might wake up in a frozen tent in the Forest of Dean. “Stop it,” she scolded herself, forcing her body to move and sit upright. The covers pooled around her waist as she did, and she reached for a book on her bedside table. It was a muggle novel, and one she’d read countless times. She had Potions first, but there was nothing to prepare for it, so she had an hour and a half between the start of breakfast and the start of classes to fill.

Eventually swinging her feet out of bed after re-reading her favourite passages, she drew back the drapes of her four-poster and glanced out of the window.

Perhaps it was the months spent living in a tent under constant vigilance that made her look out, but whatever it was, she saw a lone figure flying over the quidditch pitch in wild, daring loops, climbing ever higher and higher until she lost them in the clouds, only for them to come rocketing out in a breakneck, plunging dive that brought her hand to her mouth and her heart to her throat as she stared, transfixed. They disappeared behind the walls of the arena, and for a heart-stopping few seconds, she thought they’d crashed, but to her relief, the figure shot back up and wove between the goalposts at an astonishing speed. They moved like a snitch - quick and unpredictable, as though following a flight of whimsy rather than directing a broomstick.

Flying had never been one of her fortes, but a lack of interest in the sport of quidditch - something of a sore point between her and Ron - did not mean she didn’t admire those who could fly like Harry and Ginny did; all raw instinct and untethered speed. She shuddered at the thought of straddling a broomstick. The last time she’d been on one had been escaping the Room of Requirement and the snapping, burning jaws of a fiendfyre curse. No, there was no way she’d ever get back on a broom again.

She turned away from the window with a shudder and got dressed to go down to the Great Hall early. There would hardly be anyone there at that time of the morning, and she always enjoyed the bacon and eggs when it was absolutely fresh from the pan. The stasis charms worked fine, but there was something about having it straight away that just tasted so much better. It reminded her of mornings with her parents that she would never get to experience again. Besides, the coffee wouldn’t be over-brewed now either.

Entering and making her way habitually to the Gryffindor table, she saw that all was as she’d expected - almost completely empty. With a smile, she settled down in their - hers, Harry’s and Ron’s - usual place about halfway down, and reached for a nearby plate of fresh fruit, ladling some into the little bowl that appeared in front of her just in time.

A prickling on the back of her neck made her freeze and she turned to find Theodore Nott standing a little way off, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands. The ink stains from the day before hadn’t faded completely, and in his top pocket she could just glimpse a pair of dark rimmed glasses. He looked more like an absent-minded professor than a student and the sight of him made her insides heat unexpectedly. “Morning,” he said, apparently unaware of the effect he’d had on her. His voice was still gruff and deeper, the rough edges of sleep still lingering. “I was just leaving. Prophet?”

She regarded him carefully for a second or two and then smiled. “Sure. Thank you.”

He approached, set it down beside her bowl, and smiled. “See you in Potions.”

Hermione glanced at the front page, but her curious gaze wandered back down the hall and watched Nott retreat. He was all long, lean lines and he moved with the grace of a doe. He’d have made a good dancer, she thought, surprising herself again and scowling. If she’d had time to think about these things before - instead of haring around the country in a constant state of terror - perhaps she might not be so terrible at dealing with these kinds of intrusive thoughts about how pretty Theodore Nott’s freckles looked or how good his hair looked still slightly ruffled from sleep. Good Godric, even his scratchy voice had sounded attractive.

This would not do.

With a little flurry and a stern talking to, she picked up the paper and turned her attentions to current affairs.

The headlines were full of the Ministry’s efforts at rebuilding everything again, but there was a small feature on Harry that was mostly fiction. She read it with a rueful smile on her lips while she finished her breakfast off, and then folded it up and left it on the table for someone else. At least, the article had sounded like fiction. She’d not actually heard back from either Harry or Ron since the start of term. As she stalked out of the hall she tried to ignore the twinge in her chest at the sight of a group of three first years - yes, two boys and a girl - animatedly nattering on about the staircases and the portraits and all the marvellous wonders of Hogwarts that now seemed so terribly ordinary to her. She reminded herself to open her eyes a bit more and try to recall a little of that awe she’d felt for at least the first four years of her time there.

Where had it all gone? When had she stopped being amazed at everything? The inside of her left forearm throbbed and she rubbed it absentmindedly with her right thumb.

Potions saw them all paired up this time, each placed in front of brass cauldrons. Hermione found herself paired with Malfoy, since Theo had arrived late and was seated next to Padma and no one else had wanted to go near Malfoy with his brooding glower and his chequered past. Nott’s time keeping was probably one of the few things he actually had to work on with any real effort.

They looked down the ingredients list as Slughorn bumbled about, and she shot Malfoy a quick look. He had already worked out what it was they were brewing, if the smirk lingering at the corner of his surprisingly full lips was anything to go by.

“I’ll grind up the dried leaping toadstools if you strip the gillyweed,” she ventured and Malfoy looked up at her, that smirk still there and growing slightly under her gaze. He raised one icy blond eyebrow at her. “What?” she chirped, feeling her face heat. Had she said something stupid? Offensive? Godric-forbid… incorrect?

“‘Strip the gillyweed’ sounds like a euphemism,” he muttered, still smiling, but he picked up the little rat’s tail of a plant and placed it on his chopping board. As his long fingers closed around the handle of the pairing knife and he steadied the gillyweed with his right hand, she caught a glimpse of the signet ring he wore on the little finger of - unconventionally - his right hand. Of course; he was left handed. Something about that fact made her throat go dry, though she couldn’t articulate why not. Neville was also left handed, and that didn’t send her cardiovascular system into overdrive. Draco did have beautiful hands, she thought, all pale skin and long, slender fingers, and immediately bit her lips together in shocked horror, eyes widening a little.

What?!

The blush she’d been holding back through sheer force of will burst across her cheeks like a broken dam as his words crashed though her mind, and she reached for the little bowl of dried toadstools and began to grind them to a fine powder with the pestle and mortar. The thought of Draco Malfoy making an innuendo based joke - and a sexual innuendo joke too - in her presence was actually quite funny upon reflection and it was ridiculous to be embarrassed about it. “You know,” she said without looking up, still blushing and still mashing the dessicated toadstools with the pestle, “There’s a muggle country dance called ‘strip the willow’. Wonder if they… stem from the same place.”

He paused, his delicate fingers having stripped the outer layer of the gillyweed off to reveal the jelly-like substance inside which would then be scraped out, rather like the insides of a vanilla pod. “Really, Granger?” he drawled with sarcastic, affected interest that made her stomach churn a little. He wasn’t being cruel, but it was obvious that he thought her comments inane. “What a mine of useless information you are.”

Her shoulders dropped with - relief? Surely not disappointment? - and she looked away and continued to crush the toadstools to a fine powder without speaking.

The tension between them grew like acrid potion fumes until after the end of the class, when Slughorn had awarded ten points each to Gryffindor and Slytherin for their combined efforts.

Malfoy looked up as she gathered her belongings into her bag, sliding off the stool, straightening her skirt and blouse, and preparing to head to the library for her free period. She had some last minute Charms homework to finish. “Granger,” he called quietly. She stilled at the sound of her name on his lips and looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. He swallowed visibly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Malfoy,” she said and turned to go.

“No, it’s not. It was inappropriate, and…” a slight blush dusted his high, snowy cheekbones. “…And it was… insensitive of me to imply that… that a knowledge of muggle information is useless.”

“Oh,” she said. Oh indeed. “I… I actually hadn’t even thought of it that way. Don’t worry about it anyway, Malfoy. I’ll see you in Charms this afternoon.”

Nott actually tossed her a crooked smile as he moved over to join Draco, and she heard a soft thump and a winded ‘oof’ as one of them presumably punched the other in the shoulder. She had no idea who had done the hitting, but she thought it best not to turn it into a spectacle and look.

With no classes until Charms that afternoon, she had fully intended to go to the library but now as she emerged from the slightly befuddling atmosphere of the Potions dungeons, she couldn't face the thought of being cooped up inside any longer. She could do the homework over lunch. Heck, she could probably do it while taking a nap.

Making up her mind, she hurried up the stairs from the dungeons and then paused on the threshold of the entrance hall, for a moment seeing two courtyards through the open doorway - one in her memory and one with her eyes. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she forced herself to relax and open her eyes. It was over. There were no piles of rubble, no corpses, no… him.

The day was surprisingly warm for late September in Scotland, and the low sun kissed the heather-tipped mountains around the school, painting them a vibrant purple beneath their gilded peaks. The waters of the lake would be glittering invitingly off to the south of the castle. A breeze wafted over the grounds, bringing with it the scent of damp pine and water weed. Everything was peaceful again and she scarcely dared believe it.

Without even returning to Gryffindor tower to ditch her bag, or glancing back to convince herself to go back to the library, she kicked her feet into motion again and headed out through the grounds, taking herself almost unthinkingly to the place where she and Harry and Ron had often gone when feeling wobbly about something.

Hagrid’s hut sat nestled squat as a mushroom on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, its small pumpkin patch guarded by the most fearsome and terrible of guard dogs - the slobbery, and now rather aged, Fang. The moment he saw her, he gave a low, broken bay and came lolloping stiffly over, his ashy-grey coat shimmering in the beautiful sunshine. “Hey there, Fang!” she laughed fondly as he joined her and leapt up onto his hind legs, his giant, muddy paws on her shoulders, trying to lick her face.

“Fang! Get down!” Hagrid bellowed from the doorway of his hut. “For goodness’ sake, mind yer manners, boy,” he added but the dog payed him very little attention.

“Down, Fang,” she said, pushing him gently and scourgifying the mud from her uniform and the slobber from her cheek with a shudder. “Good boy.”

He woofed softly and stalked at her heel like a huge, black lion as she approached Hagrid’s hut and the enormous man stepped outside to greet her. “Hermione!” he boomed, beetle-black eyes shining. “Ah, but it’s good to see yeh. C’mere,” and he opened his enormous arms wide.

Without hesitation, she stepped into his embrace and let him hug her. The touch brought a sea of emotions welling up inside her. With her parents obliviated and Harry and Ron absent, no one had given her so much as a hug in weeks, and the sudden comfort it brought reduced her almost to tears. In the past seven years, Hagrid had become something of an uncle to them all; huge, protective, and fiercely loyal. Now it felt like he was all she had in all the world. She knew it wasn’t true, but as she fought off tears, it certainly felt that way.

“What brings you here?” he asked when he released her.

She shrugged, turning away and swallowing her feelings in favour of kneeling and petting Fang’s floppy ears. “Wanted to get away from the castle for a bit, I suppose,” she said carefully. “I haven’t had much time to come and see you - and you, Fang,” she said when he barged his big nose into her hand. “How are you both?”

“Oh, we’re fine, we’re fine,” he said, clearly seeing straight through her words, but letting her be for now. “Lots to keep us busy, eh boy?” he asked the dog, who just wagged his bull whip tail a few times and whined quietly. “You wanna sit out here on the logs?” he asked her, indicating a few tree trunks that had been sliced in half to leave a flat top and arranged around an outside fire pit, “Or you wanna come in?”

Hermione’s eyes took in the sky with its fluffy silver clouds, punctuated occasionally with a flash of blue, and said, “Outside for now, I think, thank you.”

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Chapter Three

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