#terence will be your big brother now

[tsckcyomi-archived]

“Sir Terence, I want a horse. See, my emperor here needs a steed now that he has a hunting companion… You must procure it!” He is waving his little toys intensely, for added urgency.

@cinderella-gurei <3

For a moment, Terence nigh fears that Olivier is talking about an actual horse. Yet when the boy waves his little toys up at him, the dragoon understands, relief washing through his body. That makes matters certainly easier. The doll is Olivier's constant companion, but Terence hasn't seen the small falcon he's holding before. That must be his new hunting companion, then.

"Hm, he would indeed need a steed. You're right," Terence hums, a hand at his chin as he ponders what to do. Of course he doesn't have any toys in his possession here that he could give Olivier, nor would he be able to leave the palace grounds early enough to buy one for him. However, Terence well remembers the games that he used to play with his brothers and his sister. Figurines and dolls, going into battle against one another, mounted on chocobos and horses alike. One of the horses that he was particularly fond of ━ a gift from his father ━ should be just the right size for the doll... Perhaps Olivier would like it.

"If that is alright with you, Your Highness, I should have a horse ready for your emperor by tomorrow. Do you think you'd be able to come meet me here again?"

[bredforloyalty]

Hii would you like to share your favourite fics?? In any fandoms tbh i just trust your taste a lot 🫣

oh i am an animal i don't think i have good taste i have the taste of someone who's always horny and a teeeeny tiny bit fucked in the head jcsgbhy but i'm honored you asked and i'll share<33 you said you don't care if it's more smut or more plot so i didn't worry too much about that 👍

first off, a warning: most of these are explicit, involve incest, rape, child sexual abuse, and more!!! also most of them are on the shorter side + all are male slash! you'll be able to tell based on the pairing and the concept (i'll describe them a little) so just go by common sense and, idk. beware ahaha i'll go from some pairings to assorted and then the rick and morty ones will be under the read more (i feel like i can't leave them out because some of them genuinely made me insane and changed me as a person or allowed me catharsis like very very few fics before and even though it's repulsive to most others i can't deny that. there are big favorites in there. favorites of all time if i'm being fully honest). let's go..

gcest:

ghost dancer - by the lovely and talented rye @ supersonic1994!!!! noel overdoses on coke. i looove the image of kissing your brother when you think you're about to lose him forever,, does that make sense? love is love is love when one is desperate and if it's deep then it can transcend taboos and boundaries of self and all that shit. you know

things we never see - told through jill furmanovsky, their photographer, noel comes back (after they had almost broken up and he went to san fran without telling anyone). when it comes to them i do love an outsider pov. speaking of outsider pov,

you never notice you are blind - five times alan mcgee thinks he catches something between them and one time he definitely does. it is what it is

i don't really want to know - Nawt consensual, made me a bit sad hehe liam is not sick like him

some that are like, unhealthy jealousy possessiveness dubcon angst and so on: sins like scarlet, fishhook, what am i gonna dream now

samdean:

hungry til well fed - by the wonderful bug @ deanjohn (and mandymovie)!!! iconic cannibalism fic, just so them

brighter wound - wound blood pain codependency babeyyy

take the things you love - hathfrozen is iconic also.. i loved the heaven fic (you'll find it. if you want) but i want to share this because i like how conflicted sam is about their relationship and about the way dean treats him. smutty though

manhattan for beads - what i wrote down is this is the one where they try and it doesn't work and it's heartbreaking. so yeah candle_beck can be trusted w spn, iconic too

serpent round your heart - one of the first ones i read haha ^^

deanjohn:

where the evening splits in half - bug fic also!! all of bug's fics are great do check them out if you're interested in this pairing or dadson at all, seriously.. "Sam says, "I know how you felt about the man." No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t know that Dad was a pig. He has no idea how far down Dean was in the mud with him. How dirty they both were, how much Dad ruined him."

midnight midnight - first time, dean hooks up with men so john can take blackmail pics and he gets jealous and yeah, hooray

and you learn how to settle for what you get - sex again but they're fucked up so it's always fucked up. dean never asked for it

waltjesse:

like i'm underwater - by the amazing @ kuleaxoxo!! yayyy power imbalance!! "Mister White's showing him off, isn't he?"

monaco - jesse gifts walt the watch. dubcon

i'm asking you to - rape roleplay, ignored safeword

others:

countercontrol - terence fletcher/andrew neiman, "Andrew leaves; but he always comes back. He likes to think that it’s of his own accord. But then he thinks of those paintings of staircases with the optical illusion of the stairs going nowhere except winding into each other, going the same place again and again, and ultimately going nowhere."

beach fag - roman roy/jeryd mencken, "Roman wishes he was a kid with an adult boyfriend."

the serpent under it - aaron stampler/martin vail, look i fucking love primal fear this is post-canon they get together etc. important to me

simple pleasures - edward nygma/bruce wayne, this is a big favorite i can't leave it out because when this was um coming out i was fucking obsessed. it's long i don't even read long fics

there's a head in the refrigerator - michael afton/william afton, this one's sort of self-explanatory..... i felt we needed necrophilia representation here

rick and morty:

bitter and begging - FAVE.. after the jealousy and possessiveness in vindicators 3 (the episode with the avengers copies that morty is enamoured with. who rick slaughters when he's off his shit and then covertly confesses how much he loves morty basically). this one really got me i think i cried because it's all so sad but um. full of love

that's my boy - this is the first of a series, i like that it's the start of.. the sexual abuse and they're still uncertain like i enjoy the in-betweens and when lines are crossed

love is a solitary thing - this one i love so much, it's about morty's fantasies and unrequited feelings for rick

safe - gen, morty starts talking with another morty whose rick rescues mortys from abusive ricks. i always really liked how the multiverse is like a prism? you can explore the different facets of their relationship and the possibilities and the extremes through it, you can have your characters meet their worst and their best versions, i just think selves from different dimensions are a great tool. in storytelling. and eliciting emotions. anyway rovingotter is fucking solid here

hands - a favorite.. the atmosphere... "He wonders if he'll still be sitting here in ten years, handing Rick his screwdrivers, feeling that hot instinctive rush of pleasure at knowing what Rick is going to ask from him before he even asks: bred for it."

the shape you made me - morty's stream of consciousness. i usually don't give stuff like this a chance but when i tell you that this affected me. because fuck it did affect me

the damage has been done - um..... internal cardiac massage fic 🥴

repurposed - "Is it ethical to leave the horrors of the universe at a boy's fingertips?"

and last but NOT least there's this series that i haven't read in full, just a little bit broken, that fucking killed me. tbh! i sobbed at some parts legitimately. maybe that's just on me i don't know maybe it isn't. the first 5 are crazy. admittedly alcoholism runs in my family too (lol!) and their relationship is so tragic.... this fic is about when rick quite literally stole the kid's dreams, concocted an entire plan to erode morty's love of heists and make him stop writing his heist movie script (and having any aspirations or plans outside of rick). when i watched that episode these are exactly the emotions i wanted more of.. it's madness......

[theanticool]

Do you notice any differences between boxing and MMA fans? As i've watched more boxing recently I've encountered boxing fans on Twitter and forums and I can see that a strong sense of nationalism is there, the dismissal of history to get behind a hype train(reactionary), Though I feel as though boxing fans are more fragmented. This means some people are fans of certain fighters and weight classes and just disregard others in a way I have seen really in the UFC. I'm curious what you think the differences are between them.

There are different types of boxing fans just like there are different types of MMA fans. Lots of reactionaries or casuals who dismiss history of things that aren't easily presented to them. Look at how dismissive a lot of boxing fans were of Usyk and Inoue until they beat AJ and Fulton and compare it to how dismissive UFC fans are of non-UFC fighters. There are fans super dedicated to preserving the history of both sports. There are fans who only care about what's going on now. MMA hasn't quite gotten to that time where we're wondering if the current best heavyweight in the world could hang with Fedor yet like boxing fans do with Ali and Tyson, but we'll likely get there someday.

As for general differences I've noticed?

I agree with you that the decentralized nature of boxing leads to people being more fans of certain fighters rather than the sport as a whole. Like, there's a decent chance an avid Terence Crawford or Canelo fan has never seen an Anthony Joshua or Tyson Fury fight while I doubt most people who have watched one UFC champion have never seen others. The really funny part is that you'll have fans of like the 5 top P4P guys being dismissive of the other fighters' accomplishments out of straight ignorance and disrespecting the sport in the process.

I think that also attributes to boxing having more tribalism in it. There is an established boxing scene in almost every country with there being ATG fighters and world champions from like every corner of the planet. Plus boxing's long history of mixing with politics and political movements. There's a lot there. For as much as MMA is an international sport, the UFC is an American business. If Jan Blachowicz had won a world title in boxing, you bet your ass he would have defended it in Warsaw. If Tom Aspinall were a boxer, he'd probably never leave the UK after winning the heavyweight title. There's also just a lot less casual race science being thrown around by MMA fans than there are in the worst parts of boxing online discourse.

I think your average boxing fan tends to be older, though I think there has been an influx of new boxing fans thanks to guys like the Pauls, Ryan Garcia, and other big social media figures. But if you go to a boxing card at like the Hulu theater or the Barclays, you'll see what I mean. It's a lot of guys in their 50-60s. In MMA, I think you get a lot of guys in their 20s-40s. And you can tell they are young because they are chugging beers while jumping up and down screaming at like 7pm. I think this is also reflected in the fact that the online community for MMA is generally much larger than for boxing.

MMA fans are more obsessed with boxing than the other way around. Real little brother complex.

But again, there are different types of fans across both sports.

[taraljc]

Somehow despite having watched The Gentlemen all the way through and enjoying it tremendously and thinking about it non-stop for 2 days it only occurred to me just now that the whole reason Eddie is made Duke instead of Freddy is almost certainly because the Duke and Duchess knew that Eddie would be able to handle Susie. And I do kind of love how the whole family embraces their new enterprise in positive ways that will probably lengthen Freddy's life by several decades because instead of doing so many lines of coke his heart is going to explode, he is now smoking every new strain of ganja that Jimmy comes up with.

I really genuinely wanted Freddy to die a horrible death in the first episode, and then by the end of it I was like ok Fredward, you can stay.

Speaking of ridiculous posh people, the three posh siblings calling each other increasingly bizarre pet names is so hilarious in part because Jack and Susan are such normal non-gangster names. And all the way through the way that Susie alternates calling people by their chosen diminutive versus full name when she's cross (she is the one to call Jimmy 'James' that one time she found out that he was in fact telling his new girlfriend where her super secret apartment was).

Anyway I have been thinking about a wish list of what I would like to see if The Gentleman gets another series and I think mostly it is this:

Terence Stamp.

Geoff taking over training Jack and him and Charly getting on like a house on, which would result in the use of 'my sister and your brother' in two very different contexts.

Freddy takes over Henry Collins' club, and ends up in a very stable threesome with Tamsin and Gabrielle's cheeky bestie.

Johnston tells Bobby Glass where the money Keith nicked is stashed, and that becomes a whole big thing.

Every time we see Susie at home, it's a different home. she has given up her penthouse and is moving from place to place after the whole mess with Henry Collins.

More JP, and especially his cousin riding that horse possibly permanently seeing as how we saw JP on one of those gigantic draft horses so clearly they have the means and the knowledge to keep it.

Sabrina and Geoff come clean to the boys about Charly and possibly Geoff moving into the manor, or Sabrina moving into the cottage which would involve a lot of hilarity given his menagerie.

at least one episode about the network of servants who actually know everything about everything because rich people treat their staff like furniture and say all sorts of things in front of them and there's no way Lawrence doesn't know absolutely everything that's going on at all times.

The return of the Gospel, whom Bobby Glass paid off with £8 mil and the promise of a segment of his business in exchange for never touching a hair on Edward or Fredward's heads.

Collins' accountant Thick Rick moving in with Tibsy at the newly renovated and gangster-free Faringbourne, and quietly and efficiently reorganising the entire back end of the operation so that the money laundering is all done in house rather than via preferred vendors who go insane on social media now and then.

One of Eddie's exes who is entirely less flexible (morally speaking) than the princess is now at the head of the Europol task force currently investigating Susie Glass' weed operation.

We find out why Blanket is named Blanket

[reflectionsofacreator]

📖 XVI

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

So I've had this idea for a modern AU knocking around in my head for some time, rather than a fic set in the regular setting, and it's focused on the polycule that is Joshua/Dion/Terence/Jote.

The catch is that it's told through in universe recordings of therapy sessions, with certain names or events redacted or told out of order.

The fic would follow the four of them as they start to open up about their various issues; either with each other, their pasts, whatever. Initially Terence is the most open with the therapist, citing that he's the one who pushed for all of them to finally go to therapy. Dion is pretty quickly revealed to have deep seated religious trauma from his father's homophobia and keeping his relationship with Terence a secret for 10+ years. Jote is the most blunt about how she knows that she's extremely messed up, but she's willing to try. Joshua is presented as charming but constantly redirecting and trying to get out of actually having to talk about his own issues, much to the therapist's chagrin.

Slowly it's revealed that Dion and Terrence have been together since their very religious highschool days, with Dion bearing the brunt of the secret keeping from Sylvestre, who has kept himself involved in his son's life by monetary assistance. They'd been happy together for several years but didn't dare get married for fear of what retaliation Sylvestre or his new wife Anabella would foster on to them. Things had started to change when Terence met and fell for Jote, with that being the catalyst for ending up here, in the therapist's office.

The first time Joshua really opens up is recounting the time that he and Dion met, at his brother Clive's house. It had been silly and fun, with Clive mistaking Dion's panic over intruding on Terence and Jote's date as Dion being cheated on and offered him a place to stay. There's even a few laughs as Joshua recounts the night, only to sober and go quiet. The therapist asks what's wrong, and Joshua murmurs this I fear that Dion hates me now.

Hard cut to Dion again, with the recording noting that he's been silent for seven minutes. Finally he admits that he doesn't know where he stands with Joshua, because Joshua won't talk to him. He's always felt somewhat guilty about their relationship in the deep recesses of his mind, worried that he doesn't love Terence enough, worry that it makes him a bad person to love more than one person at a time. He worries over not being enough for Joshua or Terence, and even Jote, though he and she are not romantically involved.

There's a cut to Jote. Yes, Joshua and I are... pretty unhealthy, I guess. It's what happens when you accidentally make a cult in highschool and it blows up in your face. We would've been fine, I think, but my brother Cyril's sentence was up, and he got released from prison. And he came looking for us. I've never been so terrified when I realized he was in our house, that he'd tricked Terence and Dion into letting him inside, acted like a regular person. Well, there was one other time, when I saved Joshua's life. Funny how those two things are related.

For the first time, there's a new voice on the recordings; a young teenager named Olivier. He's a little haughty, but he stresses that he doesn't really get why he's here, other than Terence insisted. Really that Cyril guy wasn't that big of a deal, just a bit creepy? Oh, we don't have to talk about that? Awesome. Anyways how about the fact that I accidentally outed Dion to our homophobic father on the same night that I got punished for being caught kissing a boy? Yeah, um... how do I not feel guilty about that btw, and the fact that Dion got legal custody of me when I've been nothing but a burden?

There's so many ideas I have for this, but like. The framing device of "in universe therapy sessions" makes me not actually want to write it. I would need to go down a rabbithole of how actual sessions get conducted, have to nail each character's voice, etc. But the idea of slowly revealing the plot of this story that actually spanned over the course of ~6 years, and how each of them affected each other, agh. Won't leave me alone.

For what it's worth -- Joshua and Jote have been together since highschool as well (their whole Undying Cult thing that Cyril also was apart of) (it's a lot) (Cyril's still obsessed with Joshua years later, hence the Everything), and later got secretly married so Cyril wouldn't be listed as her next of kin. They both went into medical school to try and "make up" for what happened, but they're rather private about the events to the point that Terence and Dion didn't know until it showed up on their doorstep.

Yeah, it's a bit over the top and stuff, but like. Putting all the fantastical stuff in a modern lens is interesting and makes for some fascinating exploration of character.

Jote and Dion are not romantically involved, largely because Dion is Hella Gay. Similarly, Joshua and Terence are good friends, but aren't really involved romantically other than "let's doubleteam Dion". Terence and Jote met while Jote and Joshua were still in college, and by the time the story takes place (several years later, in therapy) both Joshua and Jote are certified medical professionals and they also all live in a house together and co-parent The Brat Olivier.

This got away from me. Oops.

[alterrune]

2 New Messages

Hey guys, Laurence Burnway here! I just got out from the medical center, and I’m ready to begin undertaking some operations with you guys with my sister Lily. If you need us for a mission, just let us know!

- Laurence Burnway

Hi everyone, it’s me Lily! My big brother is healthy again, though seeing him there reminded me a lot of how I was thanks to my heart condition before. Im just glad my brother is okay, and I’m willing to fight alongside you all, can’t wait for some fun times!

- Lily Burnway

New Bio (GEOGRAM): Kynn Lee/Lily Burnway

The younger sister of Laurence Burnway and daughter of Aaron Schaffer, Lily died after being accidentally shot by Laurence, but through hackanons help, Lily was brought back as Kynn Lee. Now Laurence, Lily, and Aaron are finally back together again as a family.

(Notice: 1 new message)

I searched through the games files to the time before Lily became Kynn. Terence Suave was the one who indirectly made Lily sick with her heart disease. During Terence’s reign over the Toppats, he negligently dispossessed of toxic substances into a town where Aaron and his family was living in. Tell Laurence and Lily, tell them…

- Albert

So...HE'S responsible for the worst fucking moment of my life? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! I'LL SHOVE A BAZOOKA UP YOUR ASS AND FIRE IT LIKE A MINIGUN!!!

Laurence, buddy. Calm down. We'll get him. It's only a matter of time.

Yes. We'll get him. Count me in on this.

Laurence, no. It's too dangerous.

We can't let you go...at least, not now. Rest assured, we're totally okay with you kicking Terrence in the dick once he's down, but we need to actually get the chance to down him first.

...Fair enough. Just tell me when and I'll bring the steel-toed shoes.

Count me in too, guys. If he thinks he can kill me again, he's got another thing coming with Laurence back by my side.

Alright! We'll let you two know when it's time to initate the dick-kicking.

BIO ADDED: Kynn Lee/Lily Burnway (GEOGRAM)

UPDATE TO BIO LIST: Names in list are now color-coded to the color of their text while talking!

[cinderella-gurei]

When next Terence meets Olivier, he's holding a small box in his hands. It had taken him quite a while to find the toy, securely stashed away as it had been, but he'd been fairly certain that his mother knew just how fond he had been of this particular doll when he was but a child and wouldn't have had the heart to simply throw it away. Frankly, the knight's heart aches a little at the thought of giving such a sentimental item away, however… Perhaps Olivier liked it, and it'd certainly serve its purpose better in a child's hands than in a long-forgotten, dusty chest. With a small smile curling his lips, Terence kneels before Olivier to hand him the box containing the toy. It's big enough to fit the doll that the young prince already possesses, and none the worse for wear in spite of Terence and his siblings playing with it rather regularly during their younger years. "I have found steed for your emperor, if you and him find it suitable. It carried kings and queens into many great battles before, but now I think it would very much enjoy being a hunting companion to him just like your emperor's falcon."

Oh, the night had been long and the day even longer. He barely slept a wink last night, holding onto his little emperor and falcon dolls as he eagerly awaited the coming of dawn. His little steed would arrive soon -- even though he would've preferred for it to have arrived earlier. No matter, the night was spent traveling between daydreaming and actually dreaming of the steed that would meet up with his emperor. A most joyous occasion for the sovereign who had been in dire need of one. Why, even his falcon was excited to be able to greet the steed.

Once daylight came and he was picked up, bathed, brushed, and clothed, he rushed over to eat his breakfast so fast his Mother probably noticed something was amiss. The boy was much cheerful than he had been in a long time, much more... alive. He'd rush to the living room to wait... And wait he did, his two toys clutched against his chest until Terence made his appearance.

"You're finally here!" He exclaims, legs dangling from the seat, a gasp escaping him as he looks at the box. It didn't take long for him to open it, listening to the description Terence had taken the time to pronounce. Sure enough, the horse was much prettier, much nobler than he had expected. Eyes glint in awe as he touches the steed carefully with the tip of his fingers. Soon, he grabs the emperor and places it over on the horse's back. A perfect fit.

"Ah! It's perfect!" Olivier exclaims, a little giggle escaping him as he gallops the steed while holding the emperor in place. "You truly did it, sir Terence! Maybe Brother Dearest was right, you are a most diligent knight if you could even find the right fit for my emperor!"

And, though he knows not how to truly do it, there he was, feeling a little shy to glance at Terence and speak the right words. "I--I... I app... appreciate it..." Comes out in a very low whisper, soon to return to shaking the horse around, grabbing the falcon with the other hand to follow suit... Not before he stops and stares right back, this time with much more confidence. "What is the name of this noble steed? The emperor must know!"

[henrikhera]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

Henrik Hera

Character Information*

The Basics*

FULL NAME: henrik hera

NICKNAME: n/a

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: twenty-nine

OCCUPATION: barman @ mount olympus & personal trainer @ philoctetes gym

FACECLAIM: dacre montgomery

ORIENTATION: tbd officially 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with @happiestterencegold​

PETS: n/a

The Personality*

+ Brave, Selfless, Warm-Hearted - Innocent, Gullible, Clumsy

Henrik Hera is the son of two business tycoons - everything his family touches turns to gold. His father is the CEO of an energy empire and his mother a lawyer and CEO of her own charity that she started for mothers and their children. Henrik never saw much of his parents when he was growing up thanks to their careers and he was raised by his nannies - Amy and Alfred, a sweet old couple that Henrik adored dearly.

When Henrik was at school, it was no surprise that he excelled in whatever he put his mind to and in Henrik’s case that was sports. His dad hired a personal coach for Henrik and that was how Phil came into the picture. Phil is like an uncle to him and has been the master behind the success of Henrik’s sporting career. In between his sports, Henrik graduated university and is now a personal trainer at Phils gym by day and a bartender at his uncle Haydens bar Mount Olympus at night.

A lot of people treat Henrik as if he’s a ‘the lights are on but nobody’s home’ kind of guy but he does have brains and he puts them to good use. Henrik is warm-hearted and really would take the time out of his day to help anyone that needed help. He puts others before himself but he can be gullible at times since he tries to see the good in everyone and this can lead to people taking advantage of his good hearted nature.

Additional Notes*

big himbo energy

his family are richer than god - so rich that bezos once asked his dad for a loan

had heart surgery when he was a child, phil was his physio at the time to bring him back to health, since then phil’s been like a dad to him

human equivalent of a golden retriver

not a fan of his parents

his parents don’t approve of his relationship with @happiestterencegold​

Random Quirks*

despite being rich, he doesn’t care about money

has three tattoos

will carry things around until the end of time if you asked him to - this has been proven by tina asking him to move a big log around for hours and he did it without catching on that she was making fun of him

hates thunder and lightning - reminds him of his dad

Wanted Connections*

friends

ex’s - all ex’s have been females, terence is the first male henrik has dated

neighbours

work colleagues - both bar and gym 

the socialites/rich kids of redwood hollow

customers - both bar and gym

neighbours

gym buddies

family friends - everyone and their cat have know about the hera’s, his dad made sure of that

people that support/take part in his mothers charity

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

drop and give me 20 - henrik is your characters personal trainer and no matter how much your character says they hate him when they’re working out, they’ve sparked up quite a friendship

press - the press are forever hounding henrik and his family. with news of henrik’s relationship with terence breaking in the press, it has been like throwing meat to the wolves. 

rich kids - henrik has spent his life in these social circles, it would be nice for him to find someone/people that he would’ve endured all those events with growing up

ex - ex’s can only complicate things

himbo hera - he’s cute, he’s dumb, he’s tonnes of fun. a wholesome friendship of two dummies that share the last remaining braincell between them

Taken Connections*

best friend - @pegasusstxrm - bestie & brother for life. 

boyfriend - @happiestterencegold

uncle - @haydenbodaway

uncle - @aresolympia

aunt-in-law/friend - @itspersephxne

uncle-in-law/friend - @gaspard-erikkson

cousins - @paxtonpatterson & @patrickpattersxn

sisterly figure - @sweetellafontaine

niece - dandelion @sweetellafontaine daughter

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page -  from the most wanted page - alberto scorfano & from the open tag to be added to the most wanted page - cogsworth 

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character - PHIL 

[loverssfevers]

bleeding hearts - adrian pucey (part three)

Description: Olive’s heart doesn’t only bleed for her brother Terence Higgs and their broken family life but also for Adrian Pucey who she’s been yearning for, for far too long. (Part Three of Three) Part one, two Word count: 6.4K Warnings: mentions of death and addiction, implied sex A/N: bleeding hearts is all yours now, enjoy. (and as always tell me what you think <3)

Miles pushes his index finger to his lips as he and Terence hold a heavy bucket of water. He points to you and then the curtain that separates Adrian's dorm room to the rest. You roll your eyes, stepping around them both and using your free hand to rip the curtain open. Adrian's spread out asleep sheets tangled and shirt ridden up a little exposing his stomach and you look away embarrassed. Without warning Miles and Terence scream “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and throw the bucket forward splashing Adrian.

Adrian flings up, water dripping from his messy bed hair and soaked pyjamas. “WHAT THE FUCK” he yells looking at them both before seeing you standing there awkwardly “Oh, Hey”

“Happy birthday” you smile weakly holding out a bag “That wasn't my idea by the way”

He takes it with a small thanks and tells you he’ll open it when he's not drenched and after he’s killed your brother and his best friend; who have now bolted out the dorm room. With that you quickly walk out and leave him to it. You don’t want to think about how cute he looked dazzled and sleepy. You don't want to think about the exposed skin that makes your cheeks heat up.

Later in the day Adrian comes to thank you for his gift and you beam at each other in excitement. It was an enchanted hologram of his favourite quidditch player flying around in the last championship, expensive but worth it. He tells you there's going to be a party in the common room Saturday night and you should come. You hated parties but you’d make an exception for him, so you agree.

Saturday night you're sitting on the Slytherin couch watching people around you dance. Terence was jokingly dancing around with Daphne, twirling her around. Face flushed red and she was laughing her smile so big you wondered if she could even see Terence through her happily squinted eyes. Adrian who's just finished talking to Flint at the drink table sees you on the couch.

“Hey” He sits next to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. He passes you a cup “Terence seems to be enjoying himself”

You take it and smile into the rim as you take a sip “He must like her a lot”

“Probably, I’ve never seen him act more like an idiot”

You both giggle high off the party atmosphere. You're leaning into each other to talk getting closer and closer blaming it on the music being too loud.

“So how's your birthday been?” you ask

He smiles, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. So close. “Could be better”

“How so?” You tease.

Very close now, noses bumping against each other and you can feel his breath on yours.

You hear everyone make a sudden commotion and rush towards the windows taking your attention away from the moment. You both look and the giant squid has decided to make an appearance at the party. It has one of its tentacles pressed against the window and its popping off each suction cup to create a beat. People laugh and point mesmerised. You leave a quick peck on Adrian's cheek and he immediately puts his attention back to you but you grab his hand and drag him over to the window to be closer to the entertainment. Of course even a giant squid thought Adrian was charming enough to say happy birthday.

The rest of the night goes well and most people drag Adrian away to dance or have a drink together. By the end Adrian is completely gone and so are most people including Fred who George is trying to lug out of the Slytherin common room by himself. You offer to help and George almost cries in thanks, deciding to take the top half of Fred while you take the bottom.

“Is this what it feels like to carry a dead person?’ he groans

You frown ‘I don't know but you’d probably need an accomplice to help with your crimes if you're struggling this bad’. George laughs and it takes a while but you somehow make it to the Gryffindor towers setting him into bed.

You and Adrian don’t mention the near kiss in potions the next week or the week after and you aren’t sure if he remembers. But his hand lingers on yours a bit longer than usual when he helps with something in class and you are somehow always near each other outside of it. It has you believing maybe just maybe this isn't Adrian being nice, it's him actually reciprocating the strong feelings you’ve had for him for so long. Had he been doing that the whole time?

Just before the start of February Graham pulled you aside to plan a day to study and you honestly had completely forgotten about it but you agree. One Thursday after dinner you meet him in the library right at the back away from everyone's view. “I’ll get less distracted” he claims but you have a slight suspicion it's because he doesn't want anyone to know he's getting tutored. But you ignore it, it's not your problem. You had been there for an hour before Graham's attention had shifted from herbology to you.

“Don't you get sick of it?” he questions tapping his fingers on the table.

“Sick of what?” You question back your eyes glued to the open book in front of you. If he was going to ignore his work you might as well get some of your own done instead.

“Liking one person for years and never getting anything back?”

Glancing at him from under your eyelashes for a moment before you push your chair out and stand up “I’m going to get you another book” you announce making it clear you did not want to talk about it. You walk away towards the herbology section, fingers lingering over the spines of books you’ve borrowed at some stage for light reading or class. How did he expect you to respond to that question and why was he even asking that? Adrian had given you something back though hadn't he? The night of his birthday party had given you reason to believe he was into you but then again you had both been drinking. Maybe it had just been the moment. You frown, stopping at the sound of girls talking on the other side of the bookcase. Taking a sneaky peak through the books to the other side you see three Slytherin girls probably a year younger gossiping amongst themselves.

“And then he kissed me” one girl giggles putting her fingers to her lips and you smile at her excitement.

“Who? Adrian?” the girl on her right gasps, putting her hand on her friend's arm. Suddenly you're not smiling anymore instead you lean closer into the conversation, forehead against the wood of the shelf above your head.

“Who else would I be talking about?” the first girl rolls her eyes.

You want to walk away, you shouldn't be hearing this, you shouldn't be eavesdropping but what does she mean Adrian kissed her?

“Sorry, what do you reckon it means?”

You slowly back away from the shelf not wanting to make yourself heard. You couldn't hear anymore. You were right from the beginning. Adrian was untouchable, he was too good for you. You almost want to laugh at your own delusion that he would like you.

But you don’t hear it was just a dream, already out of earshot.

Walking back to the table you sit down abruptly. Graham, who's head in his hand gazing at the windows probably wishing to be anywhere other than here, switches his attention to you.

“I am sick of it” your face is red hot.

He licks his teeth and grins at you “I can help you get your mind off him, If you want of course”

You think about it, not one to really get into anything like Graham is possibly suggesting but you’re embarrassed, Merlin are you embarrassed and part of you wants to feel wanted. Something that's been denied from you for a long time “What did you have in mind?”

Turns out Graham had a lot in mind and you were not opposed. The attraction you had for each other was purely physical and that was evident in the fact you spent more time in each others mouths than actually using them to speak. Every time you kissed him you felt like you had to purposely remind yourself who it was and who you should be thinking about. You try to push down the fact you wanted it to be Adrian and he tried his best to ignore the fact he knew you did. But it's safe to say Graham's herbology scores did not get any better because every study date had led to more than what you both anticipated.

Your little situationship had been kept private. He said he didn't want people to know, Terence in particular which made you laugh but when he told you he was dead set on it so you obliged. You agreed it would be a little weird if Terence knew you were sleeping around with someone he was friends with for so long anyways. Every meeting had been behind closed doors and in the shadows of hallways no one bothered to look. To everyone else you and Graham were only acquaintances.

Adrian notices the distance though. How you sit a bit further away and you try your best to keep to yourself which is something that was never an issue between you guys before. Your presence or lack of it was also alarming, he didn't want to pry but you’d disappear for ages only to reappear and act like it never happened. Adrian was smart but when it came to you he felt like a little kid again. Confused.

A month passes and you continue your little rendezvous with Graham. Miles is the only one in the know after accidentally walking in on something. He had screamed and cried telling you to burn his eyes but you made him promise he wouldn't tell. Given the way Graham was slightly intimidating he sighed and agreed. But he did give you awfully long stares whenever you walked past.

“You’re being an idiot” Miles had told you one day slamming his hands on the desk you sat on in the library. “Montague”

You shushed him grabbing his hand pulling him away from the crowd “Could you be anymore loud?”

“Montague?” He cries out in question “He’s like the furthest away from someone like Adrian, what happened?”

You don't really know what to say. He was right but you didn't have an answer for him. He lets you know he's not judging you, he's just confused and Adrian is too. You question what that means and he gives you “What do you think?” before walking away. You don't think you’ve thought properly since the day you heard Adrian kissed someone else.

At the end of March Slytherin had their last game against Ravenclaw before the final in June after exam season in May. If they win by a certain amount they are automatically in the finals. Usually you’d be in the stands rooting for Adrian. Except this time you’re trying to focus on literally anyone else but him. Which is questionably hard considering he is the main chaser scoring and making the game worthy of watching. However you try to keep your eye sight on Graham, who was still a good chaser just not making as many big shots. Graham is impulsive and reckless while Adrian's calculated and strategic. It makes you question why he isn't captain.

However they win and when you make your way down to the tent with Terence and Hannah to congratulate them you head straight for Graham. You glance quickly to Adrian who's standing with Miles and Hannah completely zoned out of their conversation observing you and Graham instead. His taking off his gear without even breaking focus on what's happening in front of him. You ignore it. Why was it any of his business anyways?

“You played well” you comment, taking a quick glimpse of Graham's torso as he reaches above his head to put a black hoodie on.

“I always do” he grins, noticing your gaze and being pleased with it.

You roll your eyes at him “You’re very cocky you know that?”

“Mhm, you like it though”

Did you?

“Come to Three Broomsticks tonight. We’re celebrating and I want you beside me”

You’re shocked, what happened to the secrecy? Graham saying he wanted you there with him was big. You swallow nervously but reply “I’ll be there”

It was still a little cold but you ignored it telling yourself you can just use a charm to heat yourself up just so you could wear this little black dress you’d been saving. When Graham comes past the common room to pick you up he almost doesn't want to go to the celebration anymore after seeing you, but you take him by the hand and drag him out the castle.

Tensions high considering it was your first time being out together publicly you stand in the bar orbiting around him as he enjoys himself. It was his team's party after all. When you look across the room Terence gives you a confused look “Did you come with Graham?” and he nods towards Adrian who's seated at the bar talking to someone else but part of his attention is on you too “What happened with him?”. You shrug, were you not allowed to move on? Terence doesn't look impressed but he knows better not to make a scene, especially when drunk people are around.

“My love” Graham’s hand is pressed against your back to get your attention and you turn around to face him. His cheeks are a little rosy from the cold and the drinks he's already had.

He pulls you closer, placing a kiss on your lips and you comply. He tasted sweet from the fire whiskey only making you want to kiss him more. When you finally pull away you can feel someone staring into your face and when you turn to look your smile immediately drops. Oh no.

Adrian is seething. At Graham but also you. Why would you kiss Graham right in front of him, well at all really. Was it not only a couple months ago he was close enough to taste the drink on your lips or was that all just a dream? No. Because he remembers going to bed every night since then thinking if that stupid squid didn't come at that very moment he would have kissed you. He would have you in his arms right now, but instead you're embraced in Grahams. Why, why, why. He feels the anger bubble inside of him and if he holds his cup a little tighter he thinks it might break. Glass cuts would probably hurt less than whatever this was.

He watched you move away from Graham, cheeks flushed but when you turned your head your eyes made contact with his. Your face drops and he doesn't know what to make of that. Did he look that angry or was it the fact he saw it happen that terrified you.

You’d never seen Adrian angry; he always kept his composure. Seeing him look at you like he was about to explode made your heart drop to your stomach. You let go of Graham immediately and tell him you're going to get some air.

Moments later Adrian's followed you out of three broomsticks. “What the fuck was that?” It comes out a little meaner than he wanted it to but he is so confused and angry he needs an answer “I thought- my-?”

“It was nothing” you say quickly.

“So my birthday, what, it was nothing?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah? Bullshit”

“Why are you acting like you want me?”

“What? Why wouldn't I want you?”

“Because… because I'm me and you’re”

“I’m what?” he cuts you off.

“You”

”What does that mean” jaw clenched and words dripping with anger. His eyes are flickering between both of yours like he’s trying to dive into your mind. He wants to understand but he can’t.

“I don't want to talk about this anymore” you turn and start walking away. You know it’s not his fault and why you were fighting him on it was beyond you.

Adrian scoffs ”No you don't get to walk away, we’re finishing this conversation whether you like it or not”

But you don’t stop because you don’t know what you could say to get yourself out of this situation. You weren’t going to tell him.

”Olive stop I don’t want to fight about this” He’s only just behind you.

”Then stop talking” you bite back and that does it. Adrian stops following and watches you disappear into the distance. When you get to your dorm you throw your pillow to the wall in frustration. What on earth were you thinking?

Potions that next week was horrible, you both sat there quiet. There weren't any subtle touches or playful nudges when you messed something up. He side eyed you instead and kept to his own cauldron. You missed him and he missed you.

When you spoke to Graham about it he told you it wasn't going to work out, he could tell how attached you were to someone else causing you to sigh in relief. You didn't know how much longer you could have pretended. He tells you a relationship is off the table but anything else is still very much there and he winks before walking away. It took you a few moments of standing there dumbfounded before you could move even though you wouldn't be taking up the offer.

Adrian would lie awake in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about it. He was so tired but his mind wouldn't stop. Putting his hands on his face in frustration, he throws off his sheets putting on his Slytherin robe and shoes before sneaking out of the dorm room. He walks the castle wand in pocket. He didn't need a light; he had done this walk multiple times on his prefect trips that it was engraved in his mind.

Maybe he took too long, maybe since his birthday your feelings had changed. He for sure thought you liked him just as much as he liked you but he didn't want to rush it. ‘I’m me and you are you’ clouds his head. What did that mean? Did you think he was better than you? Because he could fly a broom and had a little badge that would get him out of trouble if someone was to find him walking around at this hour? Adrian has his flaws too, he definitely wasn't perfect he was just able to hide them well. When your family is looked upon highly you grow to learn how to conceal the ugly parts of you. Adrian wasn't allowed to act like a child, he wasn't allowed to act out if he was angry, he interalised everything to keep this perfect family view.

Merlin, he had figured out how to stop taking dreamless potions after it clicked one day he was mildly addicted. A year into being chaser for the slytherin team he started having aggressive and repetitive nightmares. At the start he’s playing a match scoring goals and he can hear everyone cheering his name. Then all of a sudden the other team goes berserk. They're throwing his team mates off their brooms and they're falling like flies screaming for help. He can't help them though because he's next. One push is all it takes and he spirls to the ground at full speed. His eyes open right before he hits the ground. These nightmares would leave him in a sweat and he would feel stupid. It was just a dream. Why was he getting so upset over it? Why would he be scared to fly now? But he is. He started hesitating during practises to the point Marcus noticed telling him to fix it or get kicked from the team.

So he started taking these small potions to sleep peacefully at night and he got so scared that if he stopped they'd come back. But one day he had looked at the 20 bottles stacked in his wardrobe behind his clothes and realised ‘shit that's not normal is it?’. He couldn't tell anyone and he couldn't ask for help. It would ruin his image. His family's image. So he worked it out by himself. Adrian wasn't perfect and though he didn't show his struggles he did have them.

He wanted to work it out and he wanted to talk to you so desperately but instead you both make eye contact in crowded rooms wondering if it's killing you just like it's killing him.

The weather was getting increasingly warmer each day that passed and everyone began peeling off their robes in an attempt to escape the April heat. You sat across from Cedric and Hannah having a conversation about divination. “I mean last year she told me I was going to die young because the line on my palm was short” Cedric exclaims fork pointing at you in disbelief. You laugh and Hannah hugs him, rubbing his back “Poor baby”.

On the Slytherin table a letter drops into Terence's plate of rice and chicken. He groans, picking it up and shaking off the rice sticking to the paper. It's a letter from your mum. He debates whether he can be bothered opening it right now or if it can wait a few hours or maybe days. But he opens it and reads it anyway. He reads it over and over making sure he gets it right before suddenly standing up and walking over to your table "I need to talk to you"

You can see the urgency in his eyes and see his jaw is tight. “Okay, I’ll be back guys'. Plucking a strawberry from the bowl in the middle you quickly stand up and follow him outside and into the courtyard.

"Mum just sent this to me, um" his throat is dry and his hand shakes "Dad he’s uh" he winces, giving up just handing you the letter instead. Your eyes skim the page as you chew on your fruit. 'Dead’. You swallow and it's almost so comedic your lips are threatening to crack a smile.

"What?"

"I know"

“Oh” You both pause and it's like everything happens in slow motion but so quickly at the same time. He's dead. “But the last thing”. It’s stuck in your throat. It’s no longer comedic but bad, very bad. You shake your head, eyes frantically looking around in panic trying to put the words together “I told him he wasn't my father?”

Terence reaches out to you but you move away “I told him he wasn't my dad” you repeat and you feel sick. You think the strawberry you barely ingested is rising up the back of your throat and about to spew out at any minute.

‘Olive you didn’t know’ Terence says ‘We didn’t know’

There's a pain in your chest that won't budge. At the time you thought he deserved to hear it. He deserved to hear that you wanted nothing to do with him. That you didn’t need him. But that was only because you had the chance to have him there, now you have nothing. The man might be dead but your words stay alive.

Terence is breathing quickly. You can see that even though he hated the man he’s sad too. Because now that he's gone Terence isn't thinking about all the bad things, he’s thinking the good. He’s thinking about how his dad would ruffle his hair and squeeze his cheek lovingly. He remembers sitting in the nook of his arm and body looking up at him like he was the most important person in his life. He would run down the stairs and crash into his dad's legs when he got home. Does death redeem him for leaving? Does death suddenly make it okay? Terence doesn't know.

"What happens now?" You ask, desperate for an answer but Terence doesn't give you one, just as lost as you.

Time passes too quickly and you hear your classmates rush out the great hall to their next lesson. You watch them in jealousy and annoyance. Their day will move on like normal but yours is changed forever. Forever known as the anniversary of his death. Your dad's death. The more you think about it the more it hits you. There's no more chances for redemption now; for him or you.

Your eyes are blurry now but you see him clear as day. You start speed walking, running almost, accidently bumping shoulders with people walking in your direction. They give you confused and dirty looks but you ignore them, along with Terence calling your name. You rush towards Adrian crumbling into his arms squeezing against him. He holds you close confused hearing your quiet sobs. He takes both his hands to your face pulling you away to look at you. He is worried and shakes his head slightly. What's wrong?. You don't answer but push your forehead into his chest again. He looks at Terence who stands a distance away. Adrian doesn't know what's happened but he holds you and won't let go until you're ready to be let go of. Because even though you aren't speaking he cares for you, merlin he loves you and he would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

Later in the night the three of you sit in the Slytherin common room not saying a word. The tea in your hands is lukewarm. No one dared to utter a word of the events after lunch but the swollen eyes and raw skin around your nose is a painful reminder. The noise of conversations around you sizzles out as more people go to bed the later it gets. The ache in your head and eyes from crying forces your eyes closed. You drift off to sleep, head leaned on Adrian's shoulder.

"We should wake her, I'll walk her back to her dorm" Terence sits up straight rubbing his eyes and cheeks to wake himself up.

"It's okay, let her sleep a little longer. You head to bed"

Terence looks at Adrian with tired but sincere eyes "You know I'm okay with it right?"

Adrian asks him what he means but Terence gives him a soft smile looking between you and Adrian before bidding him a goodnight. He stays up as long as he can before he slowly repositions himself to be lying on the couch placing your body next to his. You groan sleeply wiggling around and putting one arm around him and Adrian smiles softly closing his eyes. Terence wakes up the next day to the picture of you both tangled in each other's arms.

Dumbledore gives you a week off to spend at home to look after your mum and spend time as a ‘family’. Terence carries masses of homework and revision notes onto the train while you don't even think about school. When you both walk through your home doors your mum is standing in the living room staring at the spot he last sat at. You drop your bag to the floor and slowly walk to her testing the waters. Last time you saw her she was angry, could barely look your way. But when she notices your presence she embraces you for the first time in years.

That week there was a funeral for a man who was barely known. No one was sitting in the aisles. No one prayed for the soul of a dead father. His name is not even written in the Farewell section of the Daily Prophet. It was almost like he was forgotten before he was gone.

And Terence doesn’t celebrate his birthday that year. For once he isn't waiting for an unexpected letter from his father. He knew for sure it was never coming.

When you get back to Hogwarts people tiptoe around you and Terence feels it too. People stare not knowing if it's appropriate to say something but in the process making you feel like an alien. Your friends held you a bit longer and squeezed your hand to express their condolences. At home you spent the week lying in bed staring at the glow in the dark stars stuck to your roof. You remember begging your Mum to get them for you despite her constantly saying no. Until one day your dad came home carrying a packet claiming ‘They need some normality in their lives no?’. You watched him stick them to your ceiling and later that night he laid on the floor beside you and Terence to watch them glow ‘Pretty neat don't you think?” There wasn't a day you didn't regret it. You wished you could take a time machine and change it but you can’t. Instead you tell yourself to never leave a fight unresolved. If you have the chance to change it, why wouldn't you?.

It's the middle of May and most people are crammed in the library slaving away at their practice exams and force feeding information into their overflowing brains. Terence included. You stop by at least once a day telling him to come for a walk so he stretches and Terence appreciates it. You tell him to teach you something he’s learning and he does it with ease. You didn't know why he freaked himself out so much.

Adrian unsurprisingly isn't in the library but on the quidditch pitch hovering in the air letting the wind brush through his hair. You sit in the stands and you're not sure how long you're there for but Adrian turns and sees you, landing his broom on the field and you meet him halfway.

“Hey, how long have you been here for? You could have yelled for me to come down”

“No, it's okay. It gave me time to think about what I wanted to say” Adrian looks at you confused so you continue “ That night at Three Broomsticks and the whole Graham thing…”

“I don't even care about that anymore” he sighs, running his hands through his hair.

“I know you do though and I don't want to leave that conversation unresolved” You swallow, here it goes “I was trying to get my mind off you because I was too scared to admit I liked you because...to me you’re everything I’m not. Your polished I’m scratched, your elegant and I trip over my own feet” you smile loosely “But I like you and I have liked you for sometime. I want you not anyone else… but I cant right now”

You feel like you can breathe clearer, a weight lifted off your chest. You both stare at each other and you want to hold his face in your hands. Run your fingers across his scar. You want to touch him.

“I get it” He pauses and holds out his hand for you to take if you want to and you do “But I’m far from perfect. I want to show you the parts of me that I can't show other people. I want you to know me and love me for them just as much as I love you for yours. I admire you for being who you are, the free, clumsy and scratched you”

Letting out a small laugh in a huff, you lower your eyes but Adrian bends down to meet them and you smile at each other.

“I waited 10 years for you. I think I can wait a little longer” he says softly, his other hand coming up to move away a loose strand of hair “Just let me know when you’re ready”

You squeeze his hand and your attention shifts to two butterflies behind him and you frown. He turns to catch where your gaze has fallen.

“That means-”

“They're mates, eternal love” you cut him off

“You remembered?”

“How could I forget”

In some ways you felt like those butterflies. You and Adrian, dancing around each other for years not really wanting to cross the line of friendship but knowing and hoping you both meant more to each other then what it was.

Whilst you walk back to the castle your hands stay intertwined and you talk about the quidditch finals that will be taking place the last week of school after exams. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. He tells you he's scared. He knows there's going to be recruiters in the crowd and even though he's not graduating this year they’ll still be watching him.

On the day you peek into the tent seeing Adrian start to put his gear on and you rush up to him avoiding the weird looks you get from Marcus.

“Hey I made you this, for good luck” you quickly say digging in your robe to pull out a threaded green bracelet. You grab his hand and he holds it out while you wrap it around his wrist.

“A bracelet?” He grins dangling it around while your still trying to tie it

“Stop before I retract my gift”

“Sorry”

As you finish you do a quick sweep of who's around with a particular eye for Terence. Not seeing him you stand on your tippy toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Oh?”

“Just for a little extra luck, hard game quidditch” you shrug slowly walking backwards to join the rest of the school in the stands “Oh and I think I’m ready”

Adrian stands there with a cheesy grin on his face and he wants to run up to you, spin you around and place that kiss he's been waiting for since January on your lips. But he hears his name being called by Flint and by the time he turns back around you’ve disappeared. Regardless Adrian thinks his luck just skyrocketed.

And he was right to think that because Malfoys caught the snitch and Terence has taken you by the shoulders shaking you and screaming in delight. Everyone around you in the Slytherin stands has started rushing out onto the field and Terence lets go of you to do the same. You stay where you are to watch and laugh. Most of the players are still flying around hands in the air cheering while the Gryffindor's are on the ground patting each other's backs. Better luck next time. You look up and your attention is on Adrian who's flying directly towards you.

"What are you doing?" you call out.

He looks at you, his smile bigger than you've ever seen and he hovers a few stairs below you before jumping off his broom and climbing up the seats.

"This"

He gently grabs the back of your head bringing your lips together. At first it was shocking but not unwelcome. He goes to pull away but you grab his uniform pulling him back. It's everything you thought it would be and so much better.

"Oh mate, how does it feel to see your best friend kiss your sister?" Miles asks, nudging Terence to look towards you and Adrian.

Terence smiles "It took them long enough"

You both pull away slightly bumping noses, smiling brightly like never before.

"Congrats on winning the trophy" you whisper looking into his eyes.

"I've won more than the trophy"

You meet in the middle this time wrapping your arms around his neck. He's still a bit sweaty and gross but you don't seem to care.

"Okay that's enough" Terence yells, taking Miles's knee pad and throwing it at Adrian's back and you pull away. "I'm cool with it but that's still my sister"

At graduation, which was held in the great hall, the class of 1998 gets called one by one. Each house roars as one of their own gets awarded. You sit at the Slytherin table anticipating Terence's turn. You can see him standing there picking at his nails once again and every so often rubbing his palms on his pants. You look at Adrian who sits next to you and grab his hand squeezing it in excitement.

"Terence Higgs"

You jump up along with everyone else cheering with thumbs up in the air so he can see. And he does. He looks over grinning from ear to ear as he shakes Dumbledore's hand. You wave excitedly. It was a nice sight seeing him that happy. Your heart beams with pride and love.

Three weeks into summer Terence is standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, his side packed up and blank.

“You know I always wanted out of this house, I thought once I had enough money I’d be running without looking back” He says “But now I’m leaving and I realise that I can leave all of this behind but I can't leave you, I don't want to”

You shake your head “You have to leave. To grow and become the person you can't be under this roof. You need to look after yourself now. Not me, not mum, you”

Terence sighs embracing you “I’m going to miss this, I’m going to miss you”

“I’m going to miss you too”

You hear Adrian yell from downstairs that the taxi’s here for Terence and as you walk down the stairs and out the front door helping him carry his things you rant to him. "Promise you'll owl me at least every few weeks. I'll probably owl you a lot, you don't need to reply every time... BUT ONCE IN A WHILE WOULD BE NICE" you exclaim knowing he was hopeless at letters.

He nods and promises he will and that he's not going forever, he will be travelling back and forth to visit. Technically you know that but when someone's there everyday for 20 years a week away feels like years. You don't want him to go but you're proud regardless.

One last tight hug from everyone and he's gone. Mum sniffles and walks back inside but you look at the spot he stood thinking if you blink enough maybe he'll be there again. But Adrian puts his arm around your waist and you look up at him.

"It's just us now,"

"Oh what will we ever do" he sighs jokingly moving a piece of hair from your face

"I know somethings we could do"

“Shut up” Adrian laughs dragging you back inside your house.

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Longer A/N bec im a sap: Thank you all for reading and supporting this fic for the past 3 weeks. I cant begin to describe how much it means to have people read my writing (esp 3 parts of it!!) and actually like it?? Its just crazy. I am so thankful for all of your lovely comments and feedback and I'm so glad you guys loved reading it as much as i loved writing it. I really put my all into this so thank you truly. I am planning to write a terence fic in this same universe to show his life after he moves away, If ur keen lmk and stick around!! <3 thank you again arghghgh.!!!

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forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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Dale: You make it look so easy, but seriously, your advice is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. For starters, I can't ask Kelly to 'approve', that will only make her mad at me, and at you, for advising me.

Terence: Maybe, but if you don't tell her and go behind her back, she'll find out one way or another, and the outcome will be much worse.

Dale: I won't have to go behind her back, cause I'm not going to do anything. Don’t you understand? Going to bed with Riley would be like getting into a black widow's web.

Terence: Come on brother, don't be tragic, this is a piece of cake for you.

Dale: No, it isn't. If I fulfill Riley's whim, she'll have that to keep extorting me.

Terence: Or - she'll be so satisfied that she'll honor the deal and leave the dorm.

Dale: I don't think so.

Terence: I do. Rich girls are like that, they have a whim, they satisfy it and forget about you right away. Sounds familiar?

Dale: Hm, Terry... let's not go there, okay?

Terence: Okay, my bad. But seriously, do as I tell you. It's no big deal, just think of it as a business operation.

Dale: It's hard to look at this as just business. It's a lot at stake for me. My whole relationship with Kelly, for one. And what about Sarah? She could get mad at me as well, and then I'd have not just one enemy, but two.

Terence: Sarah? Oh, Sarah Parker, yes. Well, you'd be doing her a favor by ridding her of Riley. By the way, I heard she's got the Evil trait, do you think she'd want to join my gang - erm, my business group?

Dale. Terry, please, no.

Terence: Why? She's smart, she could help us with the 'scientific' part of our job. Do you think you could figure out her traits for me?"

Dale: Terence, forget it, ok? I don't know what traits Sarah has, but she seems like a nice girl to me, so just stay away from her, ok?

Terence: Okay, okay. I'll forget about her. For now.

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Unrequited Love - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to a new Fred fic!  This was inspired by @thisismysecrethappyplace​‘s dream she told me about.  I hope this does it justice for you, Ally!  Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: fake dating trope, 

Word count:  1,740

With your bag over your shoulder, you walked through the Hogwarts Library, on a hunt for a book to assist you in finishing your Transfiguration essay.  As usual, you paid little attention to the other students around you, as you had more important things to focus on in that moment. 

Making your way towards the appropriate aisle of the extensive library, you heard a soft psst noise, causing you to turn and glance to your right.  Fred Weasley was beckoning to you, urging you to come to him.  Next to him, much to your surprise, was Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl two years younger than both you and him.  With an unsure look, you glanced away from him and continued on your path.  There had been a time of two where you've spoken to him, but only in passing when you were around your best friend, Hermione Granger.  You barely knew him.  You knew his twin brother better, being as he was your partner in Potions class the entirety of the year before, but even then, you didn’t speak much outside of class.

After a short moment, you felt arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing your in a tight hug.  The scent of chocolate and gunpowder filled your nostrils, and you twisted in the grip, shoving the arms from you.  “What are you doing?” you whispered at him in a furious voice, trying to keep from disturbing Madam Pince or the other students.  

Fred smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck in a poor attempt to seem casual.  With a huff, you walked off, abandoning your mission to find a Transfiguration book to use for your essay.  As you walked away, you heard him mutter to Pansy, who has followed in his steps towards you, “She’s still mad at me.” 

You had no earthly idea what he was referring to, as you barely knew him, let alone had a reason to be mad at him before now.  

~.~

Later that afternoon during your free period, as you sat with your books open and surrounding you in the Great Hall, working diligently on your essay.  Roughly halfway through, your eyes glanced away from the parchment as someone sat down at the table across from you.  

A sour look formed on your face as Fred settled into the seat, a cheeky look on his face.  “Hello, love,” he greeted cheerily. 

“What’s going on with you?  Why are you talking to me today?”  You wasted no time getting to the point as you set your quill in your bottle of in and crossed your arms on the table. 

Fred’s smile faded slightly and he glanced around briefly, making sure no one was around.  “I need your help.”  With a skeptical look, you didn’t respond, so he continued.  “You see, the Parkinson girl was with Terence Higgs as he practiced brewing an Amortentia potion and long story short, she is convinced she smelled me in the potion.  You’re familiar with what that means, I assume,” Fred explained with a scowl on his face.  Gently, you nodded.  “Well, she’s been up my bum since, insisting that she wants to get to know me.  I can’t stand the poor girl.” 

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.  “Just humor her.  What harm could it do?” 

“Loads,” Fred responded immediately and threw his hands up.  “Load of harm.  If she continues to catch feelings, it’ll only break her heart more!” 

“I don’t see how this is my problem.”  You moved to pick up your quill again, to end the conversation, but Fred caught your hand. 

A small frown formed on his lips.  “Well, it became your problem when I sort of told Pansy that I had a secret girlfriend and when she demanded to know who it was, I said it was you.”  His face was reddened at his own words as he released your hand.  You could tell by the look on his face that he was ashamed an unsure of his actions. 

Your mouth fell open in surprise.  “Excuse me?  I barely even know you!  Why me?”  

Fred glanced around once more, to ensure no one was listening in on your conversation.  “Keep it down, would you?” he asked quickly, leaning closer to the table to speak at a lower volume.  “I remembered how George always said how kind and helpful you were to him, and you were one of the first people I laid eyes on during my big lie.”  Your shoulders ell forward, oddly disappointed with his answer.  “Which brings me here now, I need you to keep the charade up, because I believe she’s already spilled our little secret relationship to a few people.”

“Absolutely not,” you answered and began closing up your books.  “No, I will not keep up this charade.  It’s absolutely unbelievable.  I’m nothing like the girls you dated in the past.  You’re all about the little Quidditch girls of the school.  That’s not me, and I’m not even in Gryffindor!”  As you pulled your quill from the ink, Fred looked saddened by your words.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Fred said suddenly, as if he were surprised by his own words.

With a scoff, you shook your head.  “Flattery won’t make you get your way,” you snapped and packed your belongings into your bag.  

Fred pulled your bag away from you then, so you couldn’t up and leave him there at the table.  “That’s not what I was going for, actually.  I hate you think that way, because you truly are beautiful and would be a lovely girlfriend, fake or not.”  His voice was insistent and seemingly sincere, making you narrow your eyes at him.  His words were too kind, as you heard he was more of a prankster than a poet.  “Besides, it’s too late.  Pansy already thinks you’re my secret girlfriend.  And I promise I’ll make it up to you, somehow.” 

Reaching across the table, you pulled your bag back and out of his hand.  Fred watched you with pleading eyes, obviously coming as close to begging as he would get.  “Fine,” you muttered.  “You better break up with me soon.” 

As you put your bag over your shoulder, Fred’s face lit up.  “Really?  I’ll make it up you, I really will.  Thank you,” Fred said quickly and stood with you.  Without responding, you began walking away with a confused look on your face, regarding the whole situation.  Before you could get too far, Fred walked along side you, on the other side of the table.  “There’s something else you should know, too,” Fred added once he got her attention.  

“Oh, boy,” you mumbled and came to a stop.  “What’s that, Fred?”

“Well, I told Pansy you were angry with me for being rather friendly with other girls, you see.  So, if you could act angry until I apologize, that would brilliant.” 

With a smile that was rather sarcastic, you nodded.  “Shouldn’t be hard at all.”  With that, you exited the Great Hall without the boy on your heels.  

~.~

The next few days were difficult for you.  The thought of Fred and your little secret with him was looming over you.  A few people started asking questions, as they heard rumors about your secret romance, and you managed to deflect those questions rather quickly. 

It wasn’t until you sat in the courtyard with Hermione a few days later did the secret finally come out once and for all.  From across the courtyard, you could see Fred deflecting Pansy as she tried to speak with him.  His eyes were you, and a quick wink told you that he was about to make a show.  

“Bloody hell,” you muttered.  

Hermione looked up, confused.  “What?”

You glanced back to Fred, who was flanked by George and Lee Jordan.  “Hello, love,” he greeted, causing Hermione, George, and Lee to look surprised.  

“Hello,” you greeted in return as you stood with a cold expression on your face and your arms crossed over your chest.

Fred raised an eyebrow, as if he were encouraging you.  “I wanted to apologize for my lewd behavior,” he began, rather dramatically, causing a smile to break out on your face, regardless of how much you fought it.  “Please forgive me, my love.” 

Fighting yourself to keep from laughing, you pretended to think about the answer you were going to give.  Calming yourself for a moment, you gave a gentle nod.  “All right.  I don’t think I could stay mad at you, anyways.”  

Fred smiled widely, wrapping his arm around you happily.  “Brilliant, I don’t think I could go another day without a kiss form you!”  

Upon processing his words, your eyes went wide as you looked up at him.  Fred raised his eyebrows, as if he were asking your permission.  For a moment, you hesitated, an unsure look on your face.  But that faded quickly as a cheeky smirk formed on your face and you took Fred’s face into your hands, kissing him deeply.  Fred responded immediately, his hands on you waist.

You pulled away after a moment, you're a face warm and a smirk on your lips. Fred looked surprised and a little flustered, only making your confidence grow.  “See you later, love,” you said then, shooting him a wink and falling back into your spot next to Hermione.

George and Lee clasped Fred on the back, laughing and hooting as they walked off all proud.  Hermione looked at you incredulously, as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened right in front of her.  You spotted Pansy across the courtyard, looking furious, and following after Fred. 

“What in the world was that?”  Hermione asked then, bumping her shoulder with yours.  “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Biting your lip, you shrugged lightly.  Hermione fell quiet, waiting for you to speak.  “Its quite the tale,” you started, then spilling the secret to your closest friend.  

By the end of it, Hermione looked mildly horrified, but broke into a fit of giggles shortly after.  “Well, that didn’t seem much like a secret or fake kiss to me.” 

“Well, it was.  Had to fool Pansy somehow,” you replied and ducked your head with a small smile. 

Hermione hummed, unconvinced.  “I don’t know... I think there’s more there than this fake dating charade.”

Scoffing lightly, you shook your head.  “I highly doubt it, Hermione.  But, I suppose we will see where this goes.” 

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Why It Worked: The Princess and The Frog

Introduction: The Princess and The Frog is an animated musical fantasy romantic comedy film. Directed by John Musker and Ron Clements, the film stars Anika Noni Rose, Bruno Campos, Keith David, Michael-Leon Wooley, Jim Cummings, Jennifer Lewis, Jennifer Cody, John Goodman, Oprah Winfrey and Terrence Howard. The film was released on December 11, 2009 and recieved very positive reviews from critics and audiences (85% of 200 reviews agregated by Rotten Tomatoes gave an average rating of 7.4/10). The film grossed $269 million on a budget of $105 million. For the past decade, I've grown to love this movie more and more with each passing year. Having rewatched it recently, I now firmly believe this is one of Disney's best films. In this post, I'd like to go into detail as to why.

The Plot: Based on the classic Brothers Grimm fairy tale, The Frog Prince, mixed with the material in The Frog Princess by E.D. Maker, this film tells the story of Tiana, a waitress trying to earn enough money to start her own restaurtant. She encounters a talking frog, who's actually Prince Naveen turned into a frog by Dr. Facilier. He agrees to help Tiana get her her restaurant if she helps him turn back into a prince by recreating the classic tale of The Frog Prince. This backfires and now they're both frogs hopping around the buyou with their gator friend, Louis and a cajun firefly named Ray, to find a way to reverse the spell they were put under. The film is really a subversion of classic fairy tale tropes that makes the film feel fresh and new. The goal for our leading lady is not to fall in love with a prince but to make her childhood dream come true. What also makes this film standout is how magical they make New Orleans, paying tributes to jazz music and cajun cuisine. I also found the humor to be very funny, with many of the jokes getting a great laugh out of me. One of the funniest scenes in the film is when Tiana and Naveen outwit a trio of frog hunters. The slapstick and perfect timing had me in stitches. What really makes the story so engaging is the animation. It's too bad Disney hasn't used 2D animation in their recent films (not to say they don't look amazing in 3D) because the animation in the Princess and The Frog is amazing. The character movements feel so smooth and fluid and they're designs are unique and well defined. It should also be noted that some 3D was used for background elements yet are coated with a 2D paint so well you never would've noticed.

Cast and Characters: The cast of this movie did outstanding jobs voicing these characters, who are all well developed and very likable. Starting with our leading lady, Tiana is a smart hardworking woman that's determined to start up her restaurant. She's also sassy, funny and a great cook. Anika Noni Rose was perfect as Tiana as gives the character a very determined and no-nonsense tone in her voice. Prince Naveen starts off as an arrogant playboy that only wants to live a carefree life. However, the more time he spends with Tiana, the more he realizes that not everything is just going to be handed to him. This is especially true during the scene when he and Tiana are making gumbo and he comes to realize he's so used to having everything be done for him that he doesn't even know how to take care of himself. Bruno Campos gave a very stellar performance as Naveen, giving him such charm and funny lines while also selling the more personal aspects of his character. Louis the gator is such a fun comic relief that plays a mean trumpet. He easily brings out some of the best laughs and Michael-Leon Wooley gave a very memorable performance as the character. Ray the cajun firefly just might be one of Jim Cummings' best vocal performances, up there with Darkwing Duck, Pete, and (of course) Winnie The Pooh and Tigger. Ray might appear to have a screw or too loose, but he's actually a really smart, brave and reliable ally who's more than willing to help his friends. His love for Evangeline (which is actually the North Star) feels very genuine even if it might come across as odd at first. Then there's the film's made baddie, Dr. Facilier (often referred to as The Shadow Man). Dr. Facilier is every bit as charming as he is sinister. He's manipulative, he's smart, he's charsmatic and he loves what he does. Keith David was excellent in the role, giving him a deep yet unsettling tone in his voice.

Super Supporting Players: This film has one of the strongest supporting cast I have ever seen. Each of the supporting and even minor characters leave a lasting impression and make the film feel lived in. Lawrence, Naveen's butler, acts as the secondary antagonist of the film, being the catalyst of Naveen's desire for a carefree lifestyle. He sides with the Shadow Man and poses as Naveen while the prince is a frog in order to marry Charlotte La Bouff. Speaking of Charlotte, is very much nothing like the standard spoiled brat. Rather than be snobbish, selfish and rude, Lottie is a true friend to Tiana and is willing to help her get her restaurant. Believe me folks, after having to deal with the likes of Gem Stone, Princess Morbucks, Sincerity (What About Mimi), and Tricia Holmes (6teen), Charlotte is a breath of fresh air. Her father, Eli (aka Big Daddy) is also a very kind and caring figure who, despite spoiling his daughter, clearly raised her well as she gets her generosity from him. Mama Odie is a wise 197 year old blind lady that not only helps our heroes on their journey, but helps them understand the difference between what they want vs what they need. This is echoed by Eudora (Tiana's Mom) earlier in the film, who even in the limited amount of screen time she had exerts such a motherly personality and has authentic chemistry with her daughter. Then there's James (Tiana's Dad), the main driving force behind Tiana's desire to open her restaurant. Despite succumbing to the frequently used "dead parent" trope, every second he's on screen is imperative to the story. He's a kind hard working man who dreamed of opening his own restaurtant with his daughter Tiana. When she tells her Dad about the wishing star, he gives her great advice: "that little star can only take you part of the way. You got to help it along with some hard work of your own and then you can do anything you set your mind to." What truly makes this supporting cast come alive are the stupendous voice work from the actors who portrayed them. Jennifer Cody was fantastic as Lottie, making her sound so energetic and lively. John Goodman is always a treat to hear and he brings such a humble fatherly presence to Eli. Jennifer Lewis perfectly captures the sass and erratic nature of Mama Odie and is an amazing singer. Peter Bartlett right captured the bumbling mannerisms of Lawrence and when he's disguised as Naveen he exerts more confidence in his voice. Oprah Winfrey, who was also a consultant for the film, played Eudora beautifully as a kind and caring mother and they couldn't have picked a better actor than Terence Howard for the role of James.

Songs and Music: Randy Newman is a musical genius! Every single song in this film is written wonderfully with an awesome beat, wonderful lyrics and the amazing vocal talents of the stars. Starting with the opening track after the lovely melody prologue, Down in New Orleans perfectly introduces the audience to this city and what it's like to live here. The late Dr. John brought such authenticity to the song being a New Orleans native and he had great singing chops. Almost There, Tiana's number, is not so much an I want song, but more like "I'm so close I can almost taste it." Anika Noni Rose has great singing talents and carried that long final note like a champ. The villain song, Friends From The Other Side is (in my opinion) one of the best Disney villain songs. It perfectly captures the charismatic and manipulative nature if Dr. Facilier and Keith David's baritone singing makes this all the more memorable. When We're Human is an upbeat song that showcases the excellent singing talents of Anika Noni Rose, Bruno Campos and Michael-Leon Wooley as they sing about what they'll do when they're human. It also makes great use of the trumpet, the go-to instrument for jazz. Ray is given the distinct honor of singing 2 songs, which are polar opposites yet are both wonderfully well crafted musical numbers. The first is Gonna Take You There, which is a classic cajun song in with Ray sings while he and his firefly family take our heroes to Mama Odie's. It's bounce, it's fun, it's makes great use of the accordion, it's just a great song to listen to. The second is Ma Belle Evangeline, a slow yet beautiful love ballad Ray sings for Evangeline. Even though Ray is singing to a star, it feels very genuine with his mix of French compliments and Louis' slow trumpet playing. Than there's the last musical number before the reprise of the opening track, Dig A Little Deeper. This is my personal favorite song in the film, and that's saying something because they're all great. Dig A Little Deeper incorporates a choir of roseate spoonbills to make it look like a church service on Sunday. It also has a great message behind it about finding what you need versus trying to get what you want. Also, Anika Noni Rose coming in with that extra verse was the perfect cherry on top. In addition to these spectacular musical numbers, Randy Newman also made a very memorable score incorporating strings and strong brass for intense scenes and some soft, subtle tunes for the quiet moments. Where the score truly shines is during Ray's death and funeral. From the sad reprise of Ma Belle Evangeline all the way up to the music slowy but surely picking up as Ray essentially becomes the brightness star in the sky next to Evangeline, this scene best showcases what a great score this film has. The song that plays during the credits, Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo, was also the picture bookend to the film, capturing the film's central message in a wonderfully crafted pop ballad with a beautiful piano tune.

Where It Falters: 👆. No, seriously this film is still a 10/10 in my book, but I personally would've amended this response from Lottie to "Travis, when I said later, I really meant not ever." Still shoots the guy down but without making her speak for all women. This concludes my meaningless nitpick.

Conclusion: The Princess and The Frog is without a doubt one of Disney's best films and Tiana is my personal favorite Disney Princess. The animation is spectacular, the characters are great, the songs are all wonderful, the voice acting is superb and it delivers a great message of finding what you need versus trying to get what you want. If you haven't seen this film, I highly recommend giving this film a watch on Disney+ if you have it. Thank you so much for reading and I'll see you soon ;)

This addition of Why It Worked is dedicated in memory of my grandmother, Margaret "Peggy" Simpson. I'll see you in Heaven Grandma.

[sussux-zel]

Angry Birds headcanons bc why not?

1. Red:

-He’s the dad friend, even when he’s only older than the Blues, Stella, Silver, and Bubbles.

-Sings Shakira’s songs in the bathroom.

-He’s a good singer.

-The real chef in the Flock. However, he rarely cooks.

-He snorts like a pig when he laughs too hard. While he finds it embarrassing, the Blues, Chuck, and Silver think it’s hilarious.

-He has a secret crush on Stella. Only Terence and the Blues know it, and not exactly because Red told them.

2. The Blues:

-Everyone in the Flock takes the role of a family member for them: Bomb, Mighty Eagle, Hal, and Terence are the uncles; Stella is the aunt/cousin; Chuck, Silver, and Bubbles take the role of their siblings; Matilda is SO their mother and, surprisingly or not, they consider Red the closest thing of a father.

-Jim is pretty good at reading feelings.

-This is dumb, but sometimes I consider Jay, Jake, and Jim as the short version of Jason, Jacob, and James. The boys are not fond of their full names, and the Flock only uses them when they are extremely pissed at them.

-Jay is the overprotective brother. Being the oldest of the triplets sometimes gets deep into his head and he usually tends to put himself in front of Jake and Jim when they are in danger.

-Jake and Jim appreciate that, although they also remind Jay that they must protect each other regardless of birth order.

-When Jay or Jim have nightmares, they would move closer to Jake, who can handle nightmares better than his brothers.

3. Chuck:

- “Guys or girls?” Both. Both are good.

-Listens to Freddie Mercury all the time. He already knows almost all the songs, and his favorite is “Don’t stop me now”.

-He needs his beauty sleep. Otherwise, he might kill you with his morning face.

-Can’t handle scary movies. But really loves comedy and drama.

-Chuck believes that he’s the second in command in the Flock. While the rest usually tell him that the role is occupied by Matilda or Bomb, Red actually considers him as his right hand. Both of them discuss the plans for rescuing the eggs and when the cardinal is not available, he trusts Chuck to be the leader. They are besties, your honor.

-He and Silver cannot be left alone, or the slingshot disappears.

4. Bomb:

-Listen: he would kill for ice cream.

-Loves to read comics and Sci-Fi books.

-Sometimes is the voice of reason. Sometimes he’s so done with everything and just EXPLODES.

-This boy is so in love with Matilda, but he’s too shy to tell her. That’s why he left her flowers signed by “Anonymous”. All the Flock knows about his crush, including her.

-He has a white mug with “World’s best and coolest uncle” written in it. The Blues gave it to him and he cried for a week after receiving it.

-He’s actually pretty smart.

5. Matilda.

-She likes Bomb and is aware of his feelings for her. She’s just waiting for the best moment to tell him her secret.

-She’s not a bad cooker. The “Cordon Bleugh!” occurred before she decided to take cooking lessons and become almost as good as Red.

-Sweet food is her strong point. She’s in charge of the birthdays’ cakes, especially Bomb’s and the Blues’.

-Also excellent at reading feelings.

-The Flock secretly refers to her as MomTilda. When she found it, she was so flattered and almost drowned Jay in tears while she was bathing him.

-Usually takes paint lessons on the internet. She founds painting being therapeutic.

6. Terence.

-I don’t care what Rovio says: he and Red are related. Period. And, like Jay, he’s an overprotective older sibling. However, he knows Red’s an adult and is mature enough to take care of himself. Terry is silently proud of him.

-He’s the quiet guy who can actually write poetry that leaves everyone crying.

-The oldest of the Flock.

-Can and will prank Chuck and blame the Blues for that. On special occasions, both parts would join forces and make fun of the canary.

-He thinks Matilda is beautiful, and he used to have a little crush of her (only Red knew). Nowadays, he only sees her as a good friend.

-Actually gets on well with Silver, even though they are opposites.

7. Bubbles:

-Sweet, little cinnamon roll that will kill you if you eat his candy.

-Besties with Hal, despite the age difference.

-He doesn’t talk too much, mainly because he doesn’t find it necessary. However, he can establish a conversation with Hal and Stella when he’s in the mood.

-He’s afraid of storms, especially when those occur at night. As a result, he jumps into the Blues’s nest

-He understands the reason of the Flock to fight the birds, but that doesn’t mean he is 100% okay with it. Bubbles does not have any personal problems with the pigs and often enjoys their company when there aren’t eggs or adult birds involved. More or less: don’t steal the eggs, get Bubbles as a friend.

-Regardless of his age, Bubbles can be trusted to be alone with the eggs.

8. Hal:

-Latino!Hal. Still thinking if he’s Mexican or Colombian.

-He’s the least angry bird of all, including the children.

-Instrument master. He’s particularly good with the banjo and the guitar.

-Hal is kind of a loner, although he’s such a nice bird who can be friends with anyone if desired.

-Despite their different personalities, he gets on well with Red and Terence. Both cardinals find comfortable to talk or do different activities with the emerald toucan.

-He can act rather clumsy at first sight, but when you know him, you would be surprised he’s extremely wise and acts as the voice of reason of the team. Someone needs to have the brain cell.

9. Stella:

-The best singer of all the Flock.

-She’s another prankster, and her victim is always Chuck and his feathers (the Blues and Silver are so proud of her).

- “Guys or girls?”. Both. Both are good x2.

-She reciprocates Red’s feelings, but it is not on her plans telling him about it. The bad thing about it is that he’s better hiding his crush, so she’s the one who is a disaster about it. Once, Matilda was guessing who would be her couple for Valentine’s Day and Stella blushed and ran away when the chicken mentioned the cardinal. Oh! And the worst thing about it was that the Blues and Luca (who Stella was babysitting) were hiding during all the time in the nearest tree. The following days when the cardinal and the galah were alone together, Jay and Jake would say “Hi, momma!” and “Hi, daddy!”, while Jim and Luca were a giggling mess. Both adults were totally embarrassed to look at each other at the eyes.

-She can and will beat you at Just Dance.

-I don’t like Chuck and Stella as a couple. Instead, I see them as besties who flirt with the other as a joke and gives them advice for getting their crushes. Additionally, these two love extreme sports and always do dangerous things while Matilda is screaming.

10. Silver:

-She lives for making Red angry with funny faces and piggy sounds.

-Would like to know more about Terence. She finds the big guy mysterious. And she loves mysteries!

-Discusses comics with Bomb. She likes Marvel. He likes DC. It's kind of funny watching them fighting about it.

-Loves thriller and suspense stories in campings and dies for S'mores.

-Don't consider her dumb. When the pigs least expect it, she had already kicked them and destroyed everything before leaving with the eggs and the next plan for stealing them.

-Likes to build fast things.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Beauty and The Brando - Dio Brando (1/2)

This is gonna be a royal clusterfuck

Beauty and the Beast x Stardust Crusaders

Dio Brando x Reader

CAST:

Beast - Dio Brando Belle - Reader Maurice ( Belle's Father ) - Roses ( Joseph's driver ) The Servants - Dio's servants Gaston - Kujo Jotaro LeFou - Jean - Pierre Polnareff Monsieur D'Arque - Joseph Joestar The Baker - Muhammad Avdol The Bookseller - Kakyoin Noriaki The Triplettes - Jotaro's classmates Featherduster - Mariah  Lumiere - Daniel J. D'Arby Cogsworth - Terence T. D'Arby Mrs. Potts - Enyaba Chip - Oingo & Boingo Sultan ( the dog ) - Pet Shop The Wardrobe - Midler Chef Bouche - N'Doul Philippe ( the horse ) - Hol Horse Enchantress - Holy Kujo The Rest of the Servants - Dio's Tarot Servants

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PART 2

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young nobleman lived in the great Joestar mansion. Although he had everything his heart desires, as he was a greatly ambitious man with high intellect, the nobleman was ruthless, selfish and unkind, enough so that he managed to poison his own adoptive father, who was kind enough to abide his debt to his biological father, albeit being, unbeknownst to him, the treachery of a vile, heartless and greedy man. And if that wasn't enough to show the merciless soul of the one and only greatest Lawyer of this land, the charming Dio Brando, he had to ruin the life of his adoptive brother and his wife as well...

But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the mansion and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Repulsed by the woman's haggard appearance, the nobleman sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress, with hair golden like the Sun's rays and eyes and eyes like the azure sky.

The prince tried to apologise, realising that he didn't yet possess such extraordinary powers, but it was much too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a huge, hideous, immortal beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Dio Brando was transformed into a Vampire, as the rose's thorns entangled around him, almost as if they electrified him, as the Enchantress put a stone mask on his face, digging its spikes onto his otherwise gorgeous visage...

Ashamed of his monstrous form, despite the power he possessed, the Vampire concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered, that before was used to transform him, morphed back to to its original, much less harmful appearance, which would grant him a painful immortality, as a lesson to learn how much despair and sorrow one who wishes to conquer the world must endure, watching every form of life wilt away around him.

However, if he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the 100 years predicted, when the last petal would fall, then the spell would be broken, and if will be able to live a normal life again.

If not, he would be doomed to waste away and remain a timeless beast until the Earth was no more.

As the years passed, he had countless women brought in by his charming appearance, by his alluring voice, by his never-ending wealth, but he was well aware that he loved none of those wenches, and clearly, neither truly loved him, but his power, so he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love such a beast that could easily snap a human's neck with merely his fingers, as if they are nothing more than a delicate dove?

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~ 100 Years Later ~

It was a beautiful morning, but not as beautiful as the cheerful young lady who skipped the stairs of her home, leaving with a basket in her hand and made her way into the town to do her daily routine, singing her heart out.

“Little town It's a quiet village Every day Like the one before Little town Full of little people Waking up to say...” she sang in a soft voice, in a way not being content with the usual conservatory routine of the little town, hidden away from most of the civilisation and modernisation of the other big-cities around.

“Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!” everyone started greeting the young girl with happy grins on their faces. “There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Every morning just the same Since the morning that we came To this poor provincial town” Y/N sang again, doing a little twirl as she greeted the tall man.

“Good morning, Y/N!” the baker greeted her as he took a few loaves of bread to sell at his boulangerie. “Good morning, monsieur Avdol!” she greeted back, in a polite voice. “Where you off to?” he asked, getting the loaves inside. “Mr. Kakyoin’s Bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story! About elves and dwarves and dunedain and ...” she tried to tell him, her excitement obvious in her voice, but... “That’s nice. Iggy, the baguettes, hurry up!” the man interrupted her, obviously not having time for her fantasies. “Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?” 2 elderly women chanted as the girl merely sighed and walked away, used to how judgemental the people of this little town can be.

“Never part of any crowd 'Cause her head's up on some cloud No denying she's a funny girl that Y/N!” some other villagers sang together, as the girl went on her merry way towards the bookshop. “Bonjour, good day How is your family? Bonjour, good day How is your wife? I need six eggs That's too expensive!” every person around the market was singing in their own tune. “There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang, a bit tired of this tiresome routine of close-minded people who didn’t want to broaden their horizons.

“Y/N!” Noriaki jolted from his chair, putting his book aside as he greeted the girl with as much enthusiasm as she did. “Good morning! I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.” she handed him the book, as she quickly climbed up the ladder, looking around for any new books. “Already?!” the red haired man looked at her with a slightly shocked, yet slightly amused expression. “Of course, I couldn’t put it down! Have you got anything new?” she asked, just in case, making the man chuckle in glee. “Haha, not since yesterday.” he explained, going to hold the ladder for her. “That’s all right, I’ll borrow this one.” she picked up a book, handing it to the man dressed in green. “That one? But you’ve read it twice!” Kakyoin chuckled, looking at the girl’s glazed eyes. “But it’s my favourite! Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, kings, princesses and dragons!” Y/N grinned widely, playfully hopping off the ladder. “If you like it all that much, it’s yours.” he put the book in her basket, guiding her outside. “But, Mr. Kakyoin-” she tried to object, but the man merely chuckled. “I insist!” he bowed slightly to her, smiling back. “Well, thank you! Thank you very much!” she chirped, already opening the book to start reading right away. “Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar I wonder if she's feeling well!” the 3 men outside the bookshop sang, huddling together as the girl went past a group of children, hopped the skipping chord and patted the girl on the head. “With a dreamy, far-off look And her nose stuck in a book What a puzzle to the rest of us is Y/N!” the people in the alley sang, as the girl found her way to a fountain where a woman was washing laundry and a small flock of sheep were walking around. “Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my favorite part because you'll see Here's where she meets Faramir the Charming But she won't fall for him 'til chapter thirty-three!” she sang on the fountain to the two sheep that jumped next to her, but as one of them munch the corner of a page, she decided to start moving again. “Now it's no wonder that her nickname is Beauty Her looks have got no parallel” the woman at the beauty parlor sang, snatching her wig and putting a new hat on. “But behind that fair facade I'm afraid she's rather odd Very different from the rest of us.” the man accompanying her showed her the mirror to admire herself. “She's nothing like the rest of us Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!” the rest of the villagers sang as she went on her merry way, not paying attention to any of them.

“Ora!” was heard, as a goose fell from the sky, and Polnareff quickly ran to put it in his bag. “You didn’t miss even one, Jotaro! You’re the greatest Stand User in the Whole World!” Polnareff praised the brunet man who only grunted, with a cocky smirk, and turned to walk away. “No Stand User stands against you! And no girl, for that matter.” the silver haired man chuckled lowly, nudging his friend. “True, Polnareff. And I’ve got my sights set on that one.” he pointed towards the reading girl who helped an elderly woman with her fruit basket. “The inventor’s daughter?!” Polnareff looked at his friend with a stupid face. “She’s the one. The lucky girl I’m going to marry. I’m so tired of my annoying grandpa pissing me off to marry, and all those stupid bitches fawning over me.” Jotaro scoffed, not even hearing his companion’s objections. “The only Stand User female in town. That makes her the best. And DON’T I deserve the best, considering this mess I’m in?” the brunet sneered in annoyance. “Well, of course you do, Jotaro, but-” PolPol tried to speak, but it was no use. “Right from the moment when I saw her and her Stand... Oh, Gimme a break. Here in town there's only she Who is powerful as me Yare Yare...Making plans to woo and marry Y/N.” Jotaro realised the girl was going farther away from him, so he had to follow her, as he tipped his hat.

“Look there he goes Isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Gaston Oh, he's so cute! Be still my heart I'm hardly breathing He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!” the 3 highschool girls that kept stalking Jotaro all day long sang, swooning to the ground. “Bonjour, pardon Good day, mais oui! You call this bacon, what lovely flowers Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I'll get the knife Please let me through! This bread, those fish, it's stale, they smell! Madame's mistaken- Well, maybe so!” the busy market sang as the girl swiftly made her way through, without as much as bothering to look up from her book.

“There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang her heart’s most burning desire. “Just watch, I'm going to make Y/N my wife!” Jotaro sang in a loud and sure tone as the rest of the villagers got in his way. “Look there she goes the girl is strange, but special A most peculiar mademoiselle! It's a pity and a sin She doesn't quite fit in 'Cause she really is a funny girl A beauty but a funny girl She really is a funny girl That Y/N!” everyone around chimed in, as Jotaro growled in rage, pushing the people away and using Star Platinum to jump on a house’s roof and jump in front of the girl, cutting her path.

“Y/N.” he tipped his hat, looking away. “Bonjour, Jotaro.” she greeted her highschool classmate, not bothering to look at him until he snatched away the book from her hands. “Jotaro, may I have my book back, please?” she asked in a low voice, not wanting to get irritated. “How can you read this? There’s no pictures.” he got the book sideways, making Star flip quickly through the pages. “Well, some people use their imagination.” she explained playfully, yet patiently. “Y/N, it’s about time you got your head out of those books and paid attention to more important things...Like me.” he humpfed, throwing her book in a puddle of mud.  “Riiiight.” she sighed, getting quickly on her knees to gingerly snatch away the book and use her Stand to fix the book. “The whole town’s talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to be so obsessed with her own fantasy world. Soon, she’ll start getting ideas and thinking, and worse, she will want a job and won’t want to settle for being a traditional housewife anymore.” Jotaro grumbled, knowing how stubborn the woman in front of him is. “Jotaro, you are positively primeval.” the girl ignored him, wiping the book’s hard cover gently. “Thank you, Y/N. What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at all the trophies I’ve taken from the Stand Users I’ve beaten.” he snatched away the book once again, making the girl roll her eyes. “Maybe some other time.” she said, but still got pushed in that direction. “What’s wrong with her? She’s crazy! He’s goooorgeous!” the Bimbettes were fawning over him, gazing with heart eyes from the sidelines. “Please, Jotaro, I can’t. I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye!” she snatched away her book, waving him goodbye awkwardly as she rushed home. “That crazy old loon. He needs all the help he can get!” Polnareff insulted her father, making the brunet man chuckle with him. “Don’t talk about my father that way!” she scolded them, making them stop laughing immediately. “Yare Yare, Polnareff, how dare you talk about her father that way?!” Star Ora’d a bump to Pol’s head. “My father is not crazy. He’s a genius!” the girl scolded them angrily.

However, just as she said that, an explosion from her house was seen, so she ran that way to make sure he’s okay. Of course, apart from his pants getting ripped off, old man Roses was fine, if not, a bit irked, but the girl couldn’t help but chuckle at her dad’s silliness, as he grumpily said he’ll give up his invention.

The girl, knowing how her father can get, hugged him and encouraged him, telling him that he will win tomorrow’s fair and become a world-famous inventor without a doubt, which made the man quickly get back to his invention.

The girl asked her dad whether he thought she was odd or not, considering that she’s an introverted bookworm who was never interested in dating or any of those silly sports or activities that her other highschool classmates do, as she’d rather read a book.

She was feeling all alone in this little town - Apart from her father and Mr. Kakyoin - She had nobody to talk to.

When Roses asked about that Kujo Jotaro guy, the girl groaned, saying how sure, he’s attractive, but that’s just that -  He’s rude to his grandpa and to his friend, he’s conceited and a big jerk and a heartbreaker. So not her style.

In the meantime, her dad managed to make the invention work, so she went to prepare Hol Horse, their family horse, so he could go to the fair and hopefully win with this log-cutter invention, and bidding him farewell, Y/N went back inside the house to do some chores.

On their way to the fair, the father managed to get himself lost in the spooky woods, and Hol Horse quickly got scared by the many bats and wolf howls, so much that the poor horse almost ran off a cliff, making Roses fall off and watch in despair as Hol ran away, followed by hungry, mangy mutts.

Said wolves, however, started running after him, and he managed to find refuge behind some grandiose gates, inside the property of the great Joestar Manor. He knocked, but getting no answer, he timidly wandered inside, asking for a place to stay for the night, as the D’Arby brothers kept arguing in their furniture state.

Roses, shocked by the incredible wonder in front of him, picked up Terence, the Cogsworth, and started touching everywhere to understand how his mechanism worked well enough to even talk freely. Terence started blushing from embarrassment and anger, as he closed his little door, but the older man sneezed in his face because of the dust, making D’arby Jr. wipe away his screen with the clock pointers.

His elder brother, Daniel the Lumiere, was much more charming and sympathetic, guiding the man to warm himself by the fire, as the little brother was trying to stop them, afraid of their Master’s wrath.

Terence fell down the stairs and watched in horror as Daniel guided Roses to the Master’s chair, and if that wasn’t enough, Pet Shop, the Hawk who became a walking cushion chair, jumped on his clock head and flew under the elder man’s feet, not before getting pet, of course, and the clothes hanger offered a warm blanket politely.

Enyaba the Tea Pot came in a huge rush on a plate, along with her two little chipped tea cups, Oingo and Boingo, offering him some tea to warm up - The elderly man chose the youngest tea cup, Boingo, who started giggling because his mustache was tickling him, making the man chuckle fatherly.

Unfortunately for all their cheerful atmosphere, the  door was slammed open, revealing a huge beast-like man with wild mane-like blond hair, piercing amber eyes like a Hawk’s, and long black claw-like nails, growling at them, and putting out the fire in the fire place, making everyone tremble in their spot.

Dio Brando the most Fearful Vampire in the Land, the Beast that was thought to be nothing more than a mere, old urban legend of the village’s...But he was real.

Nobody could argue with their master’s decision as he picked up the man, glaring at him, telling him that he’s not welcomed here, and throwing him in a prison cell, not caring for any kind of explanation.

It was a grim night.

---

The next day, unbeknownst to Y/N, Jotaro and Polnareff, helped by Grandpa Joseph, made a cute little garden wedding for Jotaro and Y/N...That, before even proposing to the girl or even dating her.

Nonchalantly, he got into the girl’s house, as she was reading peacefully, and intimidatingly started walking around, telling her that today was the day all her dreams would come true, telling her his fantasies, their future life together, as she tried to walk away from him.

She manged to get the perfect opportunity as she leaned on the door and with the help of her Stand, opened said door and pushed him out, locking the door, putting his hat on the doorstep and watching as he fell into a huge puddle of mud.

As much as she was pissed off at that stupid cardboard head’s proposal, as she doesn’t want to limit herself to that provincial life, so she sang as she went into the garden, laying down between the flowers, saying how she’d hope someone would finally understand her thirst for knowledge and adventure...

That is, until she heard a loud neigh and Hol Horse galloped next to her, worrying her as her father was nowhere to be seen. Wasting no time, she got the carriage off his back and got a warm cloak, putting it around her, and jumped on the horse, letting it guide her to the huge Joestar Manor.

It was scary.

It was so scary that Hol Horse wanted to run away again, but the girl quickly jumped off of it as soon as she saw Roses’ hat inside the manor’s garden, so she realised she had to brave her fears and get inside the castle-like household, while all the furniture servants were talking between themselves, hoping that she was the fateful girl who would be able to break the spell.

Y/N kept looking around for her dad, until she got to the dungeons, as she called out for her Papa, until finally, someone responded - It was indeed her Papa, locked inside a cell, coughing, most likely ill.

“Your hands are like ice! We have to get you out of there.” she explained, holding his hand tightly as she looked around for a way to get him out of there. “Y/N, I want you to leave this place.” her father warned her, his eyes wide and filled with fright as he looked around to make sure there was no fiend around. “What?! I won’t leave you!” she gasped in shock at his words. “What are you doing here?” a growl was the only thing she heard as she was roughly pulled away from the door by the huge Vampire. “Who’s there? Who are you?” she asked, trying to gather herself from the floor. “It is me, DIO, the master of this castle.” a low, yet alluring voice came from the shadows as Dio Brando lurked around like a ghost in the darkness. “I’ve come for my father! Please, let him out! Can’t you see he’s sick?!” she pleaded, crawling to her father’s side, behind the barred door, as she strained her eyes to get a better look at his captor. “Then he SHOULDN’T have trespassed here!” Dio growled his answer, towering over the pleading girl. “But he could die! Please, I-I..I’ll do anything!” she begged him with all her heart, but the Beast in front of her merely turned away from that pitiful sight. “There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.” Dio spoke in a low voice, walking away. “There must be some way I can...WAIT!” she yelled out loud, catching the Vampire’s attention. “...Take me instead.” she declared in a much softer voice, almost inaudible, were it not for his fine hearing. “You?!...Why would YOU take his place? You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you, and you’d rather waste it away, rotting in such a place, just to offer this geezer’s a few years more to live?” the blond man prowled in front of the petite girl, towering over her, looking at her with a foreign shock and curiosity. “Y/N, no! You don’t know what you’re doing!” her father tried to beg her not to do something so foolish. “He’s my father...He’s the only person who ever believed, cared and loved me, from all that town filled with hypocrites, ingrates and close-minded low-lives. I’d do anything to know he’s okay...So...If I were to take his places...Would you let him go?” her voice was filled with both anger at the village and the way they treated her, but also sorrow, for having to choose to be separated from her papa, because of such an unfortunate twist of events. “Yes. But you must promise to stay here forever. Are you willing to make such a sacrifice for someone else?” he asked, in a voice, almost as if she was making a pact with the devil himself. “...Come into the light.” she demanded, and without much hesitation, the man stepped into the moonlight offered by the crack in the ceiling, making the girl gasp and step back, hitting her back to the wall seeing the man that was almost twice her size in height and at least 10 times in muscle weight, as his elongated teeth were shining like a predator’s. “No, Y/N, I won’t let you do this!” her father pleaded, but with one last look at him, the girl knew she had to do anything in her power to save him, the way he saved her every day. “You have my word.” she walked in front of the Beast, who looked at her with mild interest, before nodding slightly.

As the Vampire walked past her to liberate the old man, the girl’s knees weakened from so many pent up emotions, and she fell to the ground, while Roses hugged her tightly, trying to change her mind.

But the Beast already had his mind set - The girl was his and his alone.

As Dio hurried to throw the old man into a carriage, ordering to be sent back to the village, he noticed the girl huddled by a little window, crying her eyes out, all the regret in her heart for not even be allowed to say her final goodbyes.

Something in the blond man’s heart seemed to break, even though he thought that heart to be there no more, but this...This was something that he never expected to ever feel in this life.

“I’ll show you to your room.” he ordered the girl, as she looked at him with confusion in her wide fawn-like eyes. “R-Room? But...I thought...?” she stuttered, looking around in the tower room her father was once imprisoned in. “Would you rather stay in this tower? If not, then follow me.” Dio tsked, not even waiting for an answer as he made his way to one of the guest rooms.

The girl followed close after, being scared and still tearing up softly as she looked left and right to see creepy gargoyle and monster-like statues, as the only source of light offered came from Daniel’s little candle fire.

“Say something to her, she’s in distress! Be the British Gentleman you were born as!” the Lumiere whispered, urging his Master to do something. “...I hope this place will be to your liking...This Mansion is your home as well as it is mine and the servants’ now, therefor you are allowed to go anywhere to your heart’s content, save for the west wing.” the blond explained the castle’s places to go, but of course, Y/N was a curious girl and she wanted answers. “Why, what’s in the west wing-” she tried to ask, only to be cut off swiftly. “It’s forbidden.” Dio turned to glare at her for a split second, making her eek  in surprise, before continuing his way to her room, opening the door for her. “Should you need anything, you need only just ask, and my servants will attend to you.” he said, almost robotically. “Dinner! Invite her to dinner!” Daniel nudged his master, as he nodded. “You shall join me for dinner. That is an order, not a request.” Dio slammed the door shut behind him, letting the girl groan in frustration and fright, jumping on the bed to sob her feelings away.

At the same time, Jotaro was growling and drinking his anger away, as Polnareff tried to pacify his friend who felt disgraced by that simpleton woman’s rejection. The silver haired man started singing as he tried to cheer him up.

“No one's slick as JoJo No one's quick as JoJo No one's neck's as incredibly thick as JoJo's For there's no man in town half as manly Perfect, a pure paragon!” Polnareff sang, taking out Silver Chariot and strangling Joots with a belt, only to see the leather snap with ease at a simple flex. “You can ask any Koichi, Okuyasu, or Josuke! And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on!”  the silver haired man chirped proudly as he got picked up.

“No one's big like JoJo A king pin like JoJo!” the 1-Braincell trip chanted, most likely drunk.

“No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like JoJo!” Polnareff grinned, poking his chin.

“Yare Yare Daze...Of course, I’m an intimidating man.” Jotaro flexed his arms, taking out Star Platinum who mimicked his action.

“My, what a guy, that JoJo Give five "hurrahs!" Give twelve "hip-hips!" JoJo is the best And the rest is all drips!” the crown from the Tavern, along with the French man, sang cheerfully, until the latter managed to throw beer at Jotaro’s face, angering him.

“No one fights like JoJo Douses lights like JoJo In a wrestling match nobody bites like JoJo!” Jotaro Ora’d the hell out of Polnareff with his Star Platinum, as he himself jumped on the table, wrestling all the men there. 

“For there's no one as burly and brawny“ the three Bimbettes sang, having heart eyes watching the man show off. “As you see I've got biceps to spare.” effortlessly, Star lifted the bench on which the 3 girls were sitting.

“Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny” the silver haired man got up, nudging the brunet.  

“That's right! And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair.“ the lad ripped off the tank top he had underneath his school uniform jacket.

“No one hits like JoJo Matches wits like JoJo!“ the crowd chanted, as Jotaro flipped the checkers table in anger, realising he was going to lose.

“In a spitting match nobody spits like JoJo!” Polnareff giggled like a schoolgirl, making his friend glare at him.

“Don’t even think about it.” Jotaro sneered at him.

“When I was a wee lad, I ate four dozen bentos my mother made me Ev'ry morning to help me get large And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen bentos So I'm roughly the size of a barge.” Jotaro smirked widely, flexing and showing off.

“No one shoots like JoJo Makes those beauts like JoJo!” the crown sang merrily as the brunet man used Star Finger to make holes in a barrel and let beer fall as if it was a fountain.

“Then goes tromping around wearing boots like JoJo!” Polnareff screamed loudly to be heard from all the loud stomping Jotaro did as he slumped back in his throne-like red chair. 

“I use enemy Stand Users’ heads in all of my decorating.” he showed off, pointing on the large wall filled with trophy heads.

“Say it again Who's a man among men? And then say it once more Who's the hero next door? Who's a super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess? Ask his fans and his five hangers-on There's just one guy in town who's got all of it down” the crowd chanted as they raised up the chair he was in, but dropped them on Polnareff’s poor back.

“And his name's J--O--T--A... J--O--O--T--S... J--O--E--S--......”  the silver haired man tried his best to spell breathlessly from under the chair, but with no luck, so he let the rest of the people chant his friend’s name.

KUJO JOTARO!

Just as they finished the song, Roses barged into the tavern, asking for help, but of course, nobody believed him, so he was thrown out of the pub as everyone kept laughing -

Until Jotaro smirked, realising that he could use the influence his grandpa has as the Asylum owner, and if he throws the old man there, Y/N would surely fall to his feet and marry him!

“No one plots like JoJo” the two friends’ Stands started dancing around the tavern together, celebrating the future victory of their unbeatable plan.

“Takes cheap shots like JoJo” Jotaro sang, as Star Platinum lifted Silver Chariot in the air.

“Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like JoJo” Polnareff laughed obnoxiously.

“So, his marriage we soon will be celebrating! My what a guy JoJo!” everyone in the pub chanted loudly and cheerfuly.

---

Returning back to Y/N’s room, a soft knock on the door woke her up from the trance of tears, and she soon realised that Old Enyaba, along with Oingo and Boingo came to help her calm down...

But how could this be possible? A walking, talking tea pot? Tea cups as well? Her surprise was even bigger as she bumped into Midler, the cheerful wardrobe, so of course, despite how bewildering this...Everything was...

She couldn’t help herself but sit on the ground and drinking the little tea that Boingo could fit.

“That was a rather brave thing you did, dear, if not, a tad foolish." Enyaba spoke in a grandma-like voice. “We all think so...” Midler spoke in a sympathetic voice. “But...I’ve lost everything. My father, my dreams, my future, my sense of self...” Y/N sighed, an obvious sad look on her face. “Cheer up, child, it will turn out all right in the end, that much, I can predict, you’ll see. Oh, listen to me, jabbering on, while there’s supper to get on the table. Oingo, Boingo, let’s go!” Enyaba jumped out of the room, as the two brother cups said their goodbyes. “Hmmm, what shall we dress you in tonight? Let’s see what I got in my drawers!...! OOPS! Haha...How embarrassing...” Midler laughed awkwardly as some moths got out of her, before taking out a cute, little pink dress. “Oh, you’ll look ravishing in this one!” “That’s very kind of you, but I’m not going to dinner.” the girl tried to say, but just then, Terence came to tell her that dinner is served.

Down in the dining room, the Master was stomping around the room mindlessly, waiting for the girl to come, as he snapped impatiently at his servants who were just as anxious as he was.

Of course, they were all aware that this was the only opportunity they had to make the pair fall in love, but Dio was cursing himself out loud for allowing that damn enchantment to mess with appearance, no longer looking as charming as a prince as 100 years ago.

Dio was desperate, he wanted his life back, but he had no idea how to make himself be presentable and calm in front of this contemporary damsel that he caused the distress of. 

He was just like the dragon who kidnapped the princess and kept her in imprisoned, so he’d be surely damned before he would ever be able to make her fall in love with him.

As Enyaba and Daniel tried to give him the basic tips and remind him how to be a proper gentleman, Terence came, fumbling on his words...Until he spewed that the girl won’t be attending dinner...

Which is when the Vampire snapped and letting out a pitched “WRYYYYYYY”, he stomped his way quickly to the girl’s new room, banging harshly on the door.

“I suggest you get out of that room, otherwise I will break the door!” he yelled, clawing at the door in anger.

“Uh...Master...I could be wrong but...I doubt that is how you will gain her affections.” Daniel spoke awkwardly. “Please! Attempt to be a gentleman!” Terence pleaded his master. “But she is being so difficult!” Dio sneered lowly, throwing his arm dramatically to point at the door. “Gently! Geeeeently!” Enyaba tried to pacify his master, as he took a deep breath, trying to control himself. “Will you come down to dinner?” he asked, this time in a scorned, yet low, feign-calmer voice. “No!” was her only interjection, that made the blond man grit his teeth, glaring at his servants, to make them realise she couldn’t be reasoned with. “Suave! Geeentle!” Terence tried to speak in a softer voice. “...It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner...Please.” he managed to say, albeit with a lot of pauses to calm himself. “No, thank you!” she called out from inside the room. “I AM DIO BRANDO, YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME FOREVER, I AM THE MASTER OF THIS PLACE! Even if you attempt to hide behind that door, you can’t stay there forever!” Dio yelled at her in an obviously angry voice. “Watch me!” was the only thing she replied. “FINE! Then go ahead and STARVE, you spoiled little missy!...If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all!” Dio’s voice echoed throughout the whole mansion, making the servants icky with fear and disappointment.

“Older brother, stand watch at the door and see if anything changes.” Terence ordered his elder brother. “Oui, mon frere!” Daniel nodded with a military salute as he started guarding the door. “Well, we might as well go downstairs and start cleaning up.” Terence sighed, as him as Enyaba went to help with the cleaning up.

In the West wing, the room that was trashed already from top to bottom, except for a crystal-glass bell in which the magic rose was being trapped, Dio Brando stormed inside said place, grumbling and destroying even more of the furniture to ease his frustration.

“I ask her nicely to dine with me, and she refuses! The nerve! The audacity of that wench! What does she want me to do, beg?! I, Dio Brando, will NEVER beg! Mirror, show me the girl!” he roughly grabbed the mirror, spying on his new captive, and seeing Midler try to console her, trying to tell her that he is not so bad once you get to know him, but the girl was nothing but stubborn, which angered him even more...Or maybe that was just the last bit of hope he had getting stomped on. “That stupid enchantress...Doing something as despicable as this to me...This stupid girl will never be able to see the Dio from 100 years ago, no matter what I do. I’m no JoJo, and she’s no Erina. I guess monsters like me are fated to forever wallow in misery and self-pity their whole life. This was hopeless from the beginning.” he sighed, putting down the mirror gently as he watched another petal fall of the rose.

Back to Y/N’s room, the girl slowly opened the door, peeking to see if anyone was looking around, and seeing the coast clear, she tip toed out of there...As her guard, Daniel, was busy fooling around with Mariah the Featherduster behind the courtains, giggling and flirting like no tomorrow...Until the Lumiere noticed Y/N which made him let Mariah fall to the ground, not even hearing her cursing him.

“Zut alors! She has emerged!” he gasped in shock as the girl made her way to the Kitchens, where she was greeted by Terence, at first, only to have Daniel get in front of him, get her hand, kissing the back of it, and wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Enchante, cherie~!” “If there’s anything we can do to make your stay here more comfortable...” Terence tried to say, before his elder brother burnt his butt with a candle fire. “Well, I guess I’m a bit hungry.” she smiled at them in amusement. “You are? Hear that, she’s hungry! Stoke the fire! Break out the silver, wake the china!” Enyaba started ordering all the dishes to come out at once. “Remember what the master said...!” Terence started sweating in despair. “Pish tosh! I’m not about to let the poor child go hungry!” Enyaba cackled like an old hag. “She’s our guest! We must make her feel welcome here! Right this way, mademoiselle~!” Daniel guided them to the dining room, much to his brother’s anxiety attack. “We- We must be quiet! If the master finds out...” he tried to explain, but Daniel had none of it. “Of course, of course! But what is a dinner without a little music~?”

Daniel brought Y/N to the long banquet table as he started singing and entertaining the girl, so she won’t have to think bad because of what happened before.

"Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride And greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair As the dining room proudly presents Your dinner!" he spoke in his usual suave voice as he put on a sort-of hat, and the dishes were slowly dancing around him.

“Be our guest, be our guest Put our service to the test Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie And we'll provide the rest!” he sang as a few dishes were brought in front of her.

“Soup du jour, hot hors d'oeuvres Why, we only live to serve Try the grey stuff, it's delicious Don't believe me, ask the dishes!” as he opened a tray of little food samples for her to try.

“They can sing, they can dance After all, miss, this is France And a dinner here is never second best!” Daniel sang as the dished from the cupboard got in a formation to resemble the Eiffel Tower.

“Go on, unfold your menu Take a glance and then you'll Be our guest oui, our guest Be our guest!” the Lumiere gave the girl a menu for her to look at. “Beef ragout, cheese soufflé Pie and pudding, on flambé We'll prepare and serve with flair A culinary cabaret!” he continued as a ton of dished danced and sang in front of her, and of course, she couldn’t stop herself and took a bite.

“You're alone and you're scared But the banquet's all prepared No one's gloomy or complaining While the flatware's entertaining!” the spoons started diving inside the punch bowl, like sync dancing in the water.

“We tell jokes, I do tricks With my fellow candlesticks” Daniel was thrown into the air as he used the little flames on his candles to do little firecracker tricks. “And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet Come on and lift your glass You've won your own free pass To be our guest if you're stressed It's fine dining we suggest Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!” the ale, wine, water and mead caraffas started dancing, pulling Terence along with them. “Life is so unnerving For a servant who's not serving He's not whole without a soul to wait upon Ah, those good old days when we were useful Suddenly those good old days are gone Too long we've been rusting Needing so much more than dusting Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills! Most days we just lay around the castle Flabby, fat and lazy You walked in and oops-a-daisy!”  as the salt started falling down Terence, his elder brother started throwing him around, as if he was dancing with him, until he threw him inside the green jelly, then propelling him away again.

“It's a guest, it's a guest Sake's alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed With dessert, she'll want tea And my dear that's fine with me While the cups do their soft-shoein' I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing I'll get warm, piping hot Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot? Clean it up, we want the company impressed We've got a lot to do! Is it one lump or two?” Enyaba sang cheerfully, preparing the napkins, the pots with the hot food, and the little cups.

“For you, our guest (she's our guest) She's our guest (she's our guest) Be our guest, be our guest! Our command is your request It's been years since we've had anybody here And we're obsessed With your meal, with your ease Yes, indeed, we aim to please!” the flower holders all went to Y/N for her to admire and sniff in the gorgeous flowers’ smell, while all the plates, forks, knives, spoons and cups were dancing together, getting on their spot on the long table.

“While the candlelight's still glowing Let us help you, we'll keep going...” everyone sang as the candeholders all got up on by one, letting Daniel have the spotlight, on top of one of the cakes.

“Course by course, one by one 'Til you shout, "enough I'm done!" Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest Tonight you'll prop your feet up But for now, let's eat up!” Daniel sang as he danced some cabaret, while the the illuminated chandelier, along with a few other coloured lights, came down from behind the courtains, revealing the forks dancing cabaret as well, as the featherdusters all went behind Terence to join the dance.

“Be our guest Be our guest Be our guest Please, be our guest” everyone danced and sang merrily as all the bubbly champagne bottles popped open, making the girl join in the singing, clapping happily, her eyes sparkling with glee and admiration at the incredible show they all put together just for her, along with the tons of dishes she was surrounded by.

“Bravo, that was absolutely wonderful!” she grinned widely in appreciation. “Thank you! Haha, thank you, mademoiselle! Good show, wasn’t it, everyone?...Mon Dieu, look at the time! Now it’s off to bed, off to bed!” Terence tried to usher her back to bed after eating the best meal of her life. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly go to bed now! It’s my first time in an enchanted castle!” she clapped in glee. “E-Enchanted? Who said anything about enchanted...?...IT WAS YOU, WASN’T IT?!” Terence growled at his elder brother, starting to beat him up. “I...Figured it out by myself.” she chuckled in amusement as she parted the quarreling brothers. “I’d like to look around...If that’s alright, of course.” she got out from her seat, looking to her surroundings as if she was a curious meerkat. “Would you like a tour?” Daniel asked charmingly. “Wait a second. Wait a second! I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. We...Can’t let her go poking around in certain places, if you know what I mean.” Terence nudged his elder brother. “Hmm...Perhaps you’d like to take me? I’m sure you know everything there is to know about the castle.” she winked at him, as he couldn’t help but blush. “I...Well...Actually...Oui, je sais.” Terence chuckled awkwardly as he took the girl on a tour, telling her about Baroque and Rococo designs, until he realised she was going to the stairs to the West Wing, and they tried to stop her, but to no avail...

Until they mentioned the Library, and she feigned she was going with them, as they walked ahead, and she went ahead to see what was so interesting in the West Wing that was forbidden.

The place was trashed, unlike any other, and the statues were much scarier. Walking down the creepy corridor, she got in front of this grand door that had a golden beast as a handle, and taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to go venture inside and look around the room that was nothing more than a ruin she had no idea what to make of.

Looking around, she noticed a big portrait of a man, but it was clawed...So she gingerly put together the parts, revealing a very handsome young man, holding a lawyer’s degree...The man had shiny blond hair and amber eyes...

That man was definitely Dio Brando before he transformed into the frightening beast that he is now.

However, he eyes weren’t enchanted by the gorgeous man for too long, as a little pink shine captured her attention in the corner of her eye, and she noticed a single red-pink rose, floating and glittering inside a glass bell, around it a pink aura that seemed nothing less than magical.

The girl’s curiosity doomed her, as she took off the bell to get a better look at the flower, yet afraid to touch it at first, as it was mesmerising... But it was captivating, it was enchanting, and she couldn’t stop herself as her fingers slowly started inching towards its petals...

Only for a huge shadow to loom over her, as the Vampire came out of nowhere, no sound of movement detected, and he quickly covered the rose again, towering over the girl, glaring and speaking in a dark, threatening voice.

“Why did you come her?! Have you no mind or recollection of what I just said earlier? This place is FORBIDDEN, and for a reason!” his voice was frightening to say the least, making her eyes go wide as saucers from the huge temperament change. “I-I’m really sorry! Curiosity got the best of me and...” she kept stuttering, her hands of in defense as she tried to step back away from him. “I WARNED you NEVER to come here!” he yelled roughly the emphasised words. “I didn’t mean any harm, I’m really sorry!” she tried to calm him down, but he only got angried. “DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?!” he growled, almost animalistic, his long, white fangs now looking even more threatening than before, as he backhanded a desk, breaking it. “Dio, please stop, you’re scaring me!” she glued her back to a broken wardrobe in fear. “GET OUT! GEEEEEET OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!” he started trashing around like wild, making the girl yelp in fear, as she ran away, taking her cloak and getting out of the mansion.

She didn’t care about the D’Arby brothers’ siblings, nor about the promise or the harsh blizzard going on outside, since winter was rougher than usual - She climbed up on Hol Horse and galloped the hell out of there, hoping to get home, but the road was filled with surprises as the Horse got scared from the big group of wolves that started jumping at him.

He could only run away, unfortunately stomping too hard on the frozen lake, falling in, but somehow managing to get back to the snowy ground...But so did the wolves. In its fear, the Horse kept bucking to his hind legs, making its reins somehow knot themselves on a branch and throwing off the girl, as it tried to fend off the predators. 

Y/N, in fear, got the nearest wooden bat branch she found, trying not to let the hungry pack bite her, trashing around with the bat aimlessly, until one of the wolves managed to bite and tug the wood from her arms, leaving her defenseless, as another one jumped on her, getting her by the cloak and throwing her to the ground, as another tried to jump and maul her.

By good fortune, the girl and her horse were saved by Dio who arrived just in time, letting out a mighty WRYYY and yelling “ZA WARUDO”...And the next time she blinked, there were no more wolves...They disappeared like magic...And all she could see was a big, yellow Stand.

That Stand disappeared quickly, before the girl could even say that she could see it, as the man fell to the ground, panting in exhaustion, a few wounds on him.

“It’s been such a long time since I used my Stand, that I can’t even do it properly anymore. How pitiful of me...To get wounded by some mangy mutts...I should’ve burned them, like I did with JoJo’s stupid Danny.” he growled in a low voice as he fainted to the ground.

The girl then wrapped her cloak around his figure, then made the horse get down so she could get him on and back to the mansion to treat his wounds.

He was obviously weakened when she helped him on his chair by the fire...He couldn’t even look at her from the shame and anger he had in his heart.

“I saw you’re a Stand User...Well, so am I. Will you let me heal you, Dio? It’s the least I can do after you saved me.” she asked him, as she sat kneeling by his side, trying to get a hold of his wounded arm. “No.” he replied as stubbornly as she did before. “What?! Just-...Just hold still!” she took out her beautiful, light blue Stand and used the water it conjured to heal the wound...But not without the Vampire letting out a pitched WRYYYYYYYYY as he yanked his arm back. “IT HURTS!!!” he yelled in her face, but she only frowned. “You’re a century old Vampire and you whine about some sting?! Just hold still and it won’t hurt as much!” she raised her tone at him. “If were to drink the blood from your body, I’d have no more wounds! Besides, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t run away!” he spoke back just as cheeky. “If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away!” she scoffed, spitting back her comeback. “Well...You shouldn’t have been in the West Wing!” he shot right back after a second of thinking. “Well, you should learn to control your temper!...Now hold still, this might sting a little, but that’s how healing works. At least it has a pretty fast effect.” she said as her Stand carefully started healing his arm, as she held his hand. “By the way...Thank you for saving my life.” she spoke in a much softer voice than before. “...You’re welcome. I won’t take your blood either.” Dio scoffed, turning his back away...But his amber eyes still glanced to the side to take a peek at her.

The whole night was much better for the two of them, and they thought there was nothing else that could possibly disturb their peace for now on...

However, unbeknownst to any of the Mansion’s residents, the one and only Kujo Jotaro, the great great great grandson of his rival and step-brother, but also, the only man he ever respected in his life, was plotting revenge along with grandpa Joseph Joestar, the Asylum’s director...

And that revenge was something nobody could ever expect.

Kujo Jotaro was nothing less than an ambitious man who ALWAYS got his way when he was pissed off.

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PART 2

[jojo-therapist]

- Daniel D’Arby, “Big Brother”

A lovely Daniel J. D’Arby session, requested by the lovely @squalo-simp-420​, who asks: “Howdy i was wondering if you could do one of the darby brothers or oingo?” Why yes I can, my lovely! 

I decided to focus a bit on Daniel’s fear of Terence, and a little bit on his pride! There is also his implied superiority complex! I didn’t touch much on his OCD, but that is a session for another day! 

DISCLAIMER: I am not a licensed therapist, and this account is made purely for fun. While you may find some help in my posts, it is always recommended that you go to see a professional to help with your problems. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Gambling, assault. 

Therapist: Lovely to see you here today, D’Arby. It’s been a while since we have officially spoken, how is everything going with you? 

Daniel: I am under the impression that everything is alright, I am hoping that I am just in here for a quick session and that’s it. 

Therapist: You know me, I am not the biggest fan of taking up someone’s time. I believe today it would be beneficial for us to talk about Terence. 

Daniel: What about him? 

Therapist: Every time I’ve asked about your relationship with your brother, you avoid it like the plague. I’m a therapist, Mr. D’arby. It’s my responsibility to know of these things so that I can help you get better. 

Daniel: If you care so much about him, ask him yourself. 

Therapist: I could do that, but most everyone views themselves as the hero in their own story. I could ask him how he views himself, and he could say that he is an amazing person who has done no wrong. I could ask you, and your response could be something entirely different. 

Daniel: There is nothing wrong between me and Terence, it feels completely pointless in asking. 

Therapist: You asked for a quick session, if you continue to dance around my questions then we will be here for a lot longer than you want to be here. 

Daniel: I understand. I suppose it shouldn’t be much trouble to tell you what has happened between him and I. Once, when we were in our youth, I attempted to flirt with his girlfriend, which caused him to beat me up until I was practically begging for mercy. I haven’t dared to challenge him since. 

Therapist: Would you say that you are afraid of your brother? 

Daniel: I don’t know if I would necessarily say that. 

Therapist: How do you think he would tell the story? 

Daniel: He would tell it the same way that I am telling it now, maybe even more elaborate. 

Therapist: Is pride something that runs in the family? 

Daniel: I am afraid that this time, it is your turn to explain what you mean. 

Therapist: Well, it seems that you have extreme amounts of pride in the work you do, gambling souls. To call yourself the best gambler in the world is something that stems from pride; not that it’s unearned, of course. You have definitely earned the title and I will not be denying that. Despite that, it seems that your brother also exhibits pride in the pain that he causes others. Would he ever have happened to be hurt sometime in his life to make him act that way? 

Daniel: I don’t know and don’t care. He’s a freak, plain and simple. I keep everything neat and orderly while he does not, he drives me insane. 

Therapist: Are you afraid of him? 

Daniel: Why would I be afraid of that punk? 

Therapist: Are you? 

Daniel: I suppose you could say that I am. 

Therapist: Why are you afraid? 

Daniel: Didn’t I just ask you that question? 

Therapist: It is my job as a therapist to make sure that you can work through your problems. Yes, if I simply told you the possible reasons why you could have a fear of your younger brother, you could identify with a few and we can work off of that. That would be more in line with your pride, as you would never have to admit defeat in this situation. On the flip side, you could say the reasons yourself, and we can help you get through this time in your life and eventually, hopefully, lead you to not having fear. 

Daniel: There’s a catch to that. 

Therapist: Well, yes. The catch is that you have to sacrifice your pride during this process. If we are speaking in poker terms, you go all-in on this. Put all of your chips into a pot, leave yourself in your most vulnerable state. Once you’ve done that, you take a gamble and hope you have the best cards. 

Daniel: That won’t always work, unfortunately. 

Therapist: But that’s the point o fgambling, Mr. D’arby. It won’t always work out. It’s a gamble, sure, but what if it works out for the best? 

Daniel: You get all chips that were bet. 

Therapist: Precisely. 

Daniel: So for clarification, you want me to let go of any ounce of pride or superiority that I have, and leave myself vulnerable. I tell you what’s wrong, and if we are lucky, I come out of this without this fear. 

Therapist: And without this fear, you come out on top. 

Daniel: I can work with that. It’s a gamble, sure, but I am the best gambler in the world. This is nothing compared to what I can do. Besides, it’s only in this office, around one person. 

Therapist: That’s the attitude I like to see. So, tell me, why do you have a fear of your brother? 

Daniel: He can read minds. As long as the question is asked in a “yes or no” format, he can know what your answer will be. He can figure out if you’re cheating, if you’re sacred, if you think you have lost, anything. On top of all of that, he can be ruthless. The souls I keep in my collection are all dormant and cannot experience anything. When he takes a soul, he keeps them awake. 

Therapist: I can see why that can be terrifying. 

Daniel: It feels like he is constantly watching me, and that there is no way to hide from him. There is no ace up my sleeve- he can always ask, and I have no choice but to answer. 

Therapist: And you would have to admit defeat. 

Daniel: Precisely. 

Therapist: What would happen if you were to, say, not cheat? 

Daniel: What do you mean? 

Therapist: Don’t cheat, so when he asks if you are cheating or not, you aren’t cheating and he doesn’t catch you. Beat him by skill and skill alone. With his pride, his weakness is losing, so you have to be more confident than he is. Break down his confidence, even if you don’t know what you’re doing, and eventually, you win, even if it was by feigning confidence. 

Daniel: I like the way you think. 

Therapist: Sometimes, the best way to cheat is to play the game. 

Daniel: I do hope that this works, Therapist. Thank you for the time. 

Therapist: It’s no bother to me. I hope to see you soon, Mr. D’arby.