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certainlynotasimp · 10 months

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Hii, i think a good idea for a one shot could be that there's a canon event where the spiderperson!reader have to do the iconic Spiderman kiss in their universe, like Spiderman 3 (toby's one) with Gwen stacy or whoever you want, but they are in a relationship with Miguel LMAOOO btw im sorry if there's something wrong with the grammar, english is not my first language <3

Rewrite the Stars

((Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader))

A/N: A non Sunny x Miggy post? How odd for me lol. I’m so sorry this is super late and to everyone whose requested, I’m working slowly but surely on y’all’s stuff. If you wanna read some stuff in the meantime, here’s the Masterlist and feel free to join my discord.

A/N: I tried doing the you/yours pronoun thing because this isn’t a Sunny fanfic but I really don’t like it lol.

Warnings: Jealous Miguel?, Unrequited/Forbidden? Love, Female Reader/Female Pronouns, Barely use of Y/N, and no Spanish this time ((I’m trying to find a new translator and hopefully an editor))

The universe.

One of life’s greatest mysteries. A mass of stars and galaxies that housed so many lives within its many pockets. The lives of so many people whose lives were already written within its cloudy arms and their ends cemented in its pools of nothingness.

A beautiful cycle of cruelty and destiny.

A cycle that was the reason for your utter misery as you sat at a bar listening to your dimension’s Ben Riley blabber on about some football game you cared nothing about.

His oblivious brown eyes sparkled at the fascination with the game as his dimpled smile accentuates his sharp jawline. The warm lights from above caused a healthy glow to bounce off of his shaggy blonde hair, almost making him look like an angel. You can see why Spiderverse assigned him as your love interest.

In your earth’s canon, you were a typical woman who had gotten bit by a radioactive spider during a high school field trip and you spent your entire high school experience thrashing goons instead of chasing boys. Even helped take down some aliens with the Fantastic Four and the Avengers at times before college finals. Spiderwoman was New York’s beloved hero and the cockiness of being its one and only SpiderWoman quickly got into her head.

That was until six months ago.

Six months ago, you were fighting the Vulture over the Empire State Building when another, more mutated version of the same villain appeared. They both decided in your state of delirium over the doubles that you would be a good plaything.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, I didn’t ask for a combo with my chicken!” A feminine spider’s voice screeches as she avoids the hooked talons of the erratic variant.

The two villains took turns flying menacingly around the scope of buildings to throw the hero off of their location while the other swooped in and tries to rip her throat out.

As she attempts to escape the feathered monster, its companion would come and slice away the web of salvation, continuing the vicious cycle.

Blood blinded her vision as the loud ringing at the base of her skull grew louder. The causes of that annoying alarm grasp their razor claws into her shoulders before sweeping her exhausted body into the air with a victorious snarl.

‘I guess this is the end…’

As the heavens draw closer to her doom, her life hanging up by the slicing of her muscles and bones, a glimmer of fate happens. The warmth of a flash barely registers as the first ache disappears with a startled squeak and a burly force. The sudden change in feeling takes her breath away as she suddenly begins to plummet below.

Her eyes quickly adjusting to the suffocating drop, she can see that one of the Vultures was now fighting an even more prominent blue figure, his howls of pain and unintelligible cursing heard from the stumbling brawl.

As the flash from her familiar foe reaches around the building, she shoots her web at him and used him as a glider.

“Time to ground you, birdie!” She yells as she throws the villain through a window. Catching her grip on the building, she looks at her new foe in the sky and the wind is knocked out of her from the sight.

The man who saved her was in a futuristic spider suit with his mask now off. His dark hair flutters in the wind as the setting sun makes his tanned skin glow. His red eyes glare at the wiggling mutant as his full lips pull back into a snarl. His jaws open revealing a set of large fans before he plunged them into the mutant.

Who the hell is that?

~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/N)?…” Ben frowns as he realizes his date was lost in her thoughts.

You snapped out of your head and fake an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I was remembering something….”

That wasn’t a complete lie. You remembered the day you met Miguel O’Hara. The Spiderman of the year 2099 and the leader of the inter-dimensional Spider Society. The anomaly that had come into your world had brought the two together and you were recruited due to your stubbornness, much to Miguel’s annoyance.

~~~~~~~~~

“No.” His annoyance dripped from these words as he glares down at you. You were caught in wonder at the idea of there being other Spidermen and that they worked together to stop the collapse of the entire universe. The thought seemed too good to be true that you just had to ask if you could join until those red eyes shot your dream through the heart.

“What do you mean ‘No’?” You ask in disbelief. Your own eyes glared deep into his soul as your hands balled into fists. “I’m a Spiderman just like you! How could you-!”

“You are not like me.” He coldly snaps at you, your ranting briefly interrupted as the man towers over you. His clawed hand grasps your face as his glare sets a spark of fury down in your chest.

“You will never be like me and you will never-!” “Is that our new recruit?” A smooth British accent appears behind Miguel as a spiked-headed Spiderman peeks around his bulking figure.

“No, she’s-” The tall punk pulls you away from Miguel with a mischievous laugh as he introduces himself. “Ello, love, my name is Hobie. Hobie Brown.” He leans down with a sly smirk as his mischievous attitude infests your being like a plague. “Just play along, mate. Let’s riffle this wanker’s undies.” He whispers as you giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Hobie.” I allow a sly smirk to slide onto my face as I look back at the now very annoyed Miguel. “My name is (Y/N) and I’m happy to join.”

~~~~~~~~

The distant sound of screams filters through the bar as the distinct sound of a car being tossed into another building.

Looking at my gizmo disguised as a watch, you realized that the canon event was starting.

~~~~~~~~

“You did well today,” Miguel admits under his breath. Looking at him in shock, you realize that he wasn’t scowling like he normally was. He had a softer expression, his eyes shining with approval as his lips quirked into a mimic of a smile.

The mission had almost gone rouge with the escape of a prowler and him hiding low in a crowded dimension. Despite the obvious danger, Miguel opted to go alone like usual, but his lack of spider sense caused him to get caught up in a trap. Talons and Fangs don’t really help if you can’t exactly move around to use them, so he ended up taking serious blows.

Luckily, you managed to get there and tumble with the villain long enough for the others to rescue Miguel, and the team managed to recapture the prowler. Of course all of them looked pretty bad injuries wise, but the look Miguel had as you sat there bandaging up his wounds made it worth it for some odd reason.

“Thanks Boss.”

~~~~~~~~

June 27th : SpiderWoman of Earth 648 will rescue love interest, Ben Riley, from an attack against The Rhino….

The roaring of the mechanical beast fills the panicked screams of the patrons as the sinking feeling falls in your chest. Ben is quick to play the hero like any guy would as he grabs your arm and drags you out towards the emergency exit. Just like the timeline said it would.

You use the chaos to your advantage as you pretend to trip and get lost in the crowd of people struggling to escape from the emergency exit.

~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean by that?!” I snapped at an irritated Miguel.

Lyla was surprisingly quiet as she watched the duo argue. Miguel whips around at you as his ruby eyes scorched into yours. His talons point at you accusingly as he reiterates your next canon event.

“On June 27th, you are going to be out on a date with Ben Riley. The Rhino is gonna attack that street and you’re gonna save everyone, and afterwards you’re gonna have to kiss him.” His frustration evident as his permanent frown creases.

You stare into his eyes in defiance as you coldly utter, “No. I’m not gonna kiss Ben Riley.”

“And why not? He’s your love interest!” Miguel exclaims, obviously more furious than before. “You’re the Peter to his MJ. You gotta kiss him because you’re destined to be.”

“I don’t love him! I don’t even like his whiny ass!” You snap as you felt your frustrated tears roll down your face.

It’s true. Before you joined this team, you would have been thrilled that you were destined to be with Campus Hunk Ben Riley. He was everything you could ever want from a guy. He was good looking, sensitive, athletic, and social able. The all around good guy you would be proud to bring home to your folks.

But…

Sharp grasp on your shoulder alerts your attention back to Miguel as he slams you back against the desk. His eyes burning embers as he glares down at you.

~~~~~~~~~~

Changing into your spidersuit, you began to fight The Rhino with a distracted daze in your movements.

The memory from a week prior burning in your mind as you sloppily avoided cars and harsh blows. After a few well timed flips and back kicks, the brute decides to throw a large street cleaning truck towards the alleyway. Just like Lyla predicted when she handed you the file.

The Rhino is gonna throw a street cleaner towards the alleyway where Ben is. SpiderWoman will stop the truck before impact and sling it back towards The Rhino ending the fight.

~~~~~~~

“And why is it that you are being so difficult?!” He snaps as his fangs glimmer from his scowl. A cute trait you used to love about him until it was pointed at you. “You are no better than a spoiled child with how you are acting so you better have a good fucking reason!”

You growl back at him with a tear rolling down your enraged face.

He had no right to argue with you about your life, not when he’s the one making it difficult.

~~~~~~~

Shooting a web out towards the buildings, you catapulted yourself into the air and landed in front of the truck. Quickly reusing the web with some enforcements, the truck was bounced back to the The Rhino. The enormous foe gets trampled by the machinery as the crowd cheers for SpiderWoman’s dreaded victory.

“Way to go SpiderWoman!!” A familiar voice joins the crowd as I see Ben on the ground, obviously he either tripped or fell back to avoid the truck. You offer a hand towards him as you thank him softly.

“Thank you.” I faked the smile in my voice as the crowd disappears, leaving the two of you in the alley way.

~~~~~

Finally snapping at him, you yell out in fury,

“BECAUSE HE’S NOT YOU!”

With a frustrated slap to Miguel’s face, you run past him and escaped back to your dimension, heartbroken over how the events to come and what just happened that despite everything you couldn’t change fate.

No matter how many times you fell asleep during long nights talking on his observation deck. No matter how many playful sparring matches turn into flirty comments. Not even the little gestures of bringing the grumpy spider his coffee and him bringing you some sweets during meetings could change that the star already written your path.

You fell in love with a man who isn’t meant to be yours.

~~~~~

It’s been a week since that fight and you still haven’t seen or heard from him. It hurt to know that your confession was brushed aside while you had to continue the continuity. You half at least expected him to be here to make sure you at least followed through with the canon event.

“Would you like a swing home?” I offer just like I’m supposed to. The moment that was meant to be a nervous beginning to a love story felt like the beginning of heartache as I watched a blush form on his face.

“Sure,” he answered before a flash of realization that his date was suddenly not with him. Another trait you wouldn’t have noticed if you were as in love with him as you were suppose to be.

“Hey my date isn’t here…I think she got hurt or lost during the panic.” His concern caused a pang of guilt to stab her in the chest.

Recovering quickly, you shoot out some webbing and playfully hang upside down infront of him. “Well I guess that swinging date will have to be postponed.”

“Wait it was gonna be a-!”

Quickly, you pulled down the mask enough to deliver a quick peck to his rambling mouth. You force out a giggle as he stood looking at you flabbergasted.

“See ya, Riley.” You swing off as the man bumbled to even ask how you knew his name.

Lyla just said it was a kiss, not a what kind of kiss.

With a heavy heart, you swing back home as you tried to remember that this was all for the sake of the canon. That Miguel didn’t care for you the way you did for him. You tried your hardest to tell your aching heart that those past few months were you just making too much out of nothing.

You mournfully entered your apartment through the bathroom window you normally kept unlocked . You stripped away the skin tight fabric before wrapping yourself in the familiar comfort of your robe as you exited the room into a dim lit living room.

You heart stick in your chest as you see Miguel standing there in your living room in his bright blue spider suit and a beautiful spring lily in his hand.

“Miguel? What are you doing here?…” You ask as yoy warily approach him, scared he’s gonna do something to you.

He shakes his head, refusing to answer as he hands you the flower. It’s soft white petals shining in the pale moonlight as you smile fondly at it. They were your favorite flower. Something you told Miguel a million times before.

Before you could thank him for the kind gesture, a soft thump above you alrets you to look up. A spindle of glowing webbing cascaded down the ceiling with the large spiderman now suspended upside down from it. His free hand caresses the side of your face as his eyes stared softly into yours.

“I can’t change the canon, mi amor…” he whispers sadly before mischief lights up his molten gaze. “But we certainly can try to rewrite the stars for us.”

An excited nod from you causes his chest to rumble as he pulls you into a slow passionate kiss.

You were glad this is a canon event for spider men despite it not going as planned.

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic

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genericpuff · 1 month

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So this is random, sorry, but someone I know is reading a touch of darkness (I think you've mentioned it here before) and oh my gods your right?? It's literally just LO in book format instead of a Webtoon. Persephone and Hades in a "modern" setting except this time he's a gambling den owner instead of running a corporation that stands in for the underworld. Persephone is a student at university etc etc until she happens to run into Hades (and is already weirdly fascinated with him for some odd reason). Enemies to lovers tropes out the wazoo, badly written smut etc. Like wow I know there's bound to be some overlap but this feels almost copy pasted. It's like a weird vicious cycle of the modern era where we keep getting the same tired Hades and Persephone story of "their in love really and they hurt people but it's hot and Demeter is a helicopter mom" that follow the same formula. Why is it such a thing? LO, a touch of darkness, losing beauty etc. There's so many of them.

OMG SO I HAVE A FUNNY STORY ABOUT THAT ACTUALLY LOL

a pal sent me this a couple weeks back and uh. I'm like 95% sure this person is talking about A Touch of Darkness:

That said, I think it's really ironic that people are trying to 'report' whatever book this could be considering the characters in LO are not really Rachel's 'characters', but A Touch of Darkness is SUPER egregious with how much it ripped off LO. It came out in May 2019, and LO started in the Originals section in March 2018, though it was on Tumblr before that so I don't think it's far-fetched to think that Scarlett St. Claire read LO and was 'inspired' to write a novel that was exactly the same.

The reader here though says that LO came out 3-4 years before this unnamed series, which does make me think it could be something else, but it's also "series of novels" which A Touch of Darkness definitely is at this point.

So yeah, this could either go nowhere due to Rachel not owning anything when it comes to the Greek myth characters in her 'retelling', or it could lead to the smackdown of the century LOL

#ask me anything #ama #anon ask me anything #anon ama #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #a touch of darkness

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caramelcleopatraa · 2 months

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vi. SUIT & TIE

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x : hello hello hello beautiful people! it's finally starting to get good you guys! (lol) as always, excuse the errors you see, and leave comments.... I love comments. I do have a taglist! comment down below if you want me to add you <3

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes, 18+

Your outfit for today

It was a surprisingly quiet Saturday morning. Today your shop was closed, but your staff was still working tirelessly to finish the influx of custom orders. This was no uncommon flux however, it was that time of the year. La Mesa Alta’s annual ball was right around the corner, and people were coming to you so that they could scrounge together some outfits. You’ve been on your feet for a while, cutting at different types of fabric, sewing, perfecting, and repeating. This would be a vicious cycle, but you loved creating too much to be burdened by the workload and demand requested of you and your staff. If anything, that demand made you work harder.

A busy 4 hours later, you finally get the chance to sit down. It’s been a day already, and it's only noon. You were a little concerned that Mercedes didnt get back to you at 10, but you knew she would call you back at some point in the day. You open your laptop, and see a notification at the top from a name you didn't expect.

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

‘I know you’re fucking lying’

“Umm Gio! Mads! Here… and quickly!” They hurry quickly to your side and look at your computer. “What is i- what the fuck is that?” Gio says, pointing at the notification in the top right corner. Madison folds her arms across her chest and sits in her hip, rolling her eyes “I know that’s not who I think it is.” You hear Gio sigh and add on, “This bitch.”

“Calm down with the ad libs alright? Who is this girl anyway? I didn't know anything about her until she came into my shop.” You felt like you were missing out on some important information. Everyone knew about this girl except for you, and you know everyone. Usually. “Oh, I forgot, you weren't out here when she was acting a damn fool.” ‘Excuse me?’

“When was this?” You sit back in the swivel chair, looking at Gio. “While you had your appointment with Roman. She was looking through the clothes saying that her friend JT could make one design better than your entire rack.” ‘THE FUCK?!’

You didn’t stand for disrespect. Both of them knew that. So they knew that this wasn't gonna slide by you. “Lemme see what this email is about,” you say, typing in your password and opening up your Gmail. You were in no way excited nor looking forward to anything that this email was going to say.

Good Morning Ms. Semele,

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you.

‘You are.’

I admired your shop and your staff so much! Working at your shop seems like such an honor.

‘This fake ass bitch.’

I was wondering how I can apply for a job there. I would like to work closer with the best fashion designers in the east coast, and you are deserving of the title.

‘Whaaaaaaat?!’

Please email me back at [email protected]

~ With love, De’arra Washington

It was dead silent for the next minute and a half. She talks shit about your shop and then wants paid employment here the next day? You had seen all of it. ‘Maybe this can be helpful?’ With this influx of orders, you had been putting your staff through overtime. Maybe one more person could lighten the load for them. You didn't like the idea of her working at your shop based on what you had heard, but if she was offering help, you were going to give her a chance. You clicked the three dots and selected reply and typed a short response.

Hello,

Thank you. Much appreciated. Could you send in a resume please, so that I can look at your work experience?

~ Y/N Semele

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison looks at you with wide eyes. “Calm down, I don't plan to employ her, I just want to see if she’s any good. I already have another person who wants to work here that has a good resume.”

RING RING

Your phone buzzes loud against the counter and an unknown number displays at the top. You pick up the phone to hear a voice you had been waiting to hear all morning.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Mercedes. I’m calling from my personal phone.” Fucking finally. “What happened to 10am?” She chuckled to herself and replied, “Got busy. Do you want the information or not?” “I paid good money, didn't I?” She sighs and says, “Fair.” I settled into the chair and put the phone on speaker. You told Madison to tell the other employees to take their lunch break while you three listened to Mercedes give a rundown on De’arra. She joins back with you and Gio and you tell Mercedes that you're ready.

“Alright. De’arra Washington, daughter of Kenan Johnson. He was one of the richest thiefs in the west coast. Specifically in California and Oregon. He stole everything from pencils to old paintings to jewelry. He was on the run for a while, so he fled to Florida and started his own family business and made that into a family mafia. Here in Florida, he met up with a prostitute and turned her into a housewife and had a baby girl while orchestrating robberies from the comfort of his home. De’arra is all kinds of spoiled. Barely got her high school diploma, and her father bribed the president of Howard University so she could study there. Got into a lot of trouble up there stealing shit.. Who would've guessed. And daddy was there to save her. After 2 years, she decided she didn’t want the college life and desired wealth, like her father and moved back to Florida. Speaking of Kenan, he's been eyeing Roman since he moved down here. That’s probably why De'arra is hanging onto him like a lost child. If I knew anything from my years in this business, I'd guess that they are the family trying to challenge Roman, or disassemble the Anoa’i family.”

“So you’re telling me that I'm dealing with a girl with a case of sticky fingers?” She laughs lightly and says, “Basically.”

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

This must be the resume.

Of course! Here is my resume

resume.pdf

~ With love, De’arra Washington

“Is she emailing you?” Mercedes asks, her tone laced with confusion, understandable though. “Yeah, I'm gonna see what she can do or if she can help me out here at the shop.”

“I've seen her resume before, it's forged. She’s only worked at minimum wage jobs. So anything that has to do with corporate jobs and fashion design is fake as fuck.” ‘What the hell is going on here?!’

“You still gonna give her a chance?” Gio says, reading the fake resume. “She’s not getting a chance, but I'm still gonna let her do a training session today so I can see what she is about.”

2:30 pm

You emailed her back and told her to come here at 2:30 pm to do a training session, which would technically be more like orientation. Both Gio and Madison knew that this could go sideways quickly if she tries something, but they also knew that you weren’t dumb. You knew how to handle yourself in bad situations. And you didn’t let anyone push you around. A red corvette sped across the huge display windows and disappeared into the parking lot on the side of the building. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the foolery you were going to face today. You fixed up your desk space and closed the file filled with De’arra’s personal information.

You heard the door open and saw two people walking in. “Ms. Semele?” You give her a polite smile and depart from your desk to shake her hand. There she was, wearing a pink crop top stopping right below her breasts and dark ripped jeans with pink butterfly strappy heels. She was hand in hand with someone you didn't know you would see today.

“Hey Ms. Expert.”

That made you genuinely smile. “Didn’t think I'd see you here again. Helping out the missus?” He smiles at you and slowly licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your body. His eyes found yours and he focused all of his attention on you. “Yeah, I said I was gonna take care of her, and imma do just that.” De’arra gushes and latches onto his arm, but he doesn't budge; he keeps his eyes on you, smirking at you, adding the cherry on top. ‘Was he saying that to me?’ You briefly remember the last time you two spoke in person, and it seems like he was going to make good on his words.

“Oh good, you're here, you can put your stuff in the faculty room. That ok Y/N?” Gio says walking in from the factory downstairs. “Yeah that’s fine. I need to talk with Roman anyways,” You reply, and Gio gives you a simple head nod. “What do you need to talk to him for?” You look at De’arra and she is already sizing you up. You laughed to yourself. There’s no way she’s really trying to pull these strings right now. “About La Mesa Alta’s annual ball.” You kept it short and sweet. Of course, that's not what you guys were actually going to talk about, but you needed to get her off your back. “Well my family is going to be added to La Mesa Alta too, so I should be a part of this conversation,” De’arra demands. “The only thing you should be a part of is your training session. Give me a second i'll be right there,” You fired back, shutting down her request. He trails behind you, but doesnt get far, due to De’arra’s small hand latching onto his wrist.

“You guys can just talk out here-”

“Hell no.” You were getting sick of this back and forth already. “Well why the hell not?”

“Because it’s a private conversation about mafia business.” You could feel that she was already catching an attitude. “Well what type of mafia business involves you being in a room with him alone?” ‘This bitch..’ You turned around for the final time, and your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were fed the hell up. “The type of mafia business that doesn't involve you. Come on Roman.” He follows you into the room and closes the door.

You wipe your hands across your face and catch him looking at you with a sly smirk. “Don’t look at me like that.” He walks closer to you and takes his hand in yours and holds it above your head, twirling you to face away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You forgot how much you liked his touch. “That was so sexy.” His breath gave you tingles as he talked into the crook of your neck. “You missed me baby?” While he was luring you with his voice, his hands sneakily dipped into the waistband of your sweats. You turned your head to look at him and gently grab his chin. Your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips, and you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers teasing your folds stop you. “I didn't hear an answer.” He was already making you melt, and you were loving every single second of it. “Y-yes baby I missed you.” He was teasing you, getting close to your lips and then pulling away while rubbing at your sensitive clit. You couldn't stand it. You pull his chin closer to you, trying your hardest to kiss him, but he keeps pulling away still.

“Please baby, kiss me.” You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly. Without warning his right hand clasps around your neck and finally attaches his lips to yours. His left hand was hard at work, pinching and applying pressure to your clit, while both of your tongues are fighting for dominance. You grind your hips against his hand, giving up on dominance for the time being and letting him take over. He takes his hands off of your neck to tug your tube top down to your waist, freeing your breasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling his warm hands grab at your breasts and the pressure building up between your legs. “Fuck baby that feels so goo-”

BANG BANG BANG

“De’arra decided she doesn't want to do her training session. She’s going to file a complaint to La Mesa Alta to have your shop shut down.”

‘Are you fucking serious?’

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#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x chubby reader #roman reigns x oc #joe anoa'i #roman reigns x you #caramelcleopatraa #[ S & T ]

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nijigasakilove · 5 months

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“Sorry to keep you waiting, Philomela” 😭 man that OST combined with the visuals were stunning. Best Mahoyome episode by far. The last 3 have just continued to top the last.

We finally get Philomela’s grandmother backstory and like you’d expect, her childhood was fucked up too. It seems like there’s a vicious cycle of expectation and emotional abuse placed on people from distinguished magus families.

It just keeps going on and on and on, no wonder Adam wanted to break it by running away. He wanted so desperately for Philomela to not have to deal with that life. His mother couldn’t show him any love because she never got any. She was only a tool meant to carry on the family name and reproduce.

The scene where he holds out his hand to hold his mother’s and she just looks at him like he’s crazy really hurt. In spite of all of that, Adam still made efforts to reach out and connect with his mother but she just couldn’t accept it since she never had that. Really sad story.I’m sure the time Adam spent with his wife and daughter must’ve been heaven on earth for him.

Using your own granddaughter as a sacrifice like that.. jeez this family is so messed up. They all needed help badly, Philomela is the first to actually cry out for it and what a beautiful end to the episode. Now that this is wrapped up, excited for what’s next.

#mahoyome season 2 #mahoyome s2 #mahoyome #the ancient magus bride s2 #the ancient magus bride season 2 #ancient magus bride anime #ancient magus bride #the ancient magus bride #mahoutsukai no yome

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Greetings! I’ve been loving all your Lady Lesso work and want to request something but romantic. Basically the reader’s ex-girlfriend was abusive and made her develop an eating disorder, however she’s really good at hiding it. Lesso eventually discovers how the reader sometimes starves herself and immediately confronts/comforts the reader saying she loves her no matter what. Thank uuuuuu 🙏

Hello my dear! I’m so glad you have been loving the fics I’ve been loving hearing from all of you :)

Lean on me Darling

*Authors note| this is such a beautiful prompt and I love that you are trusting me with such hard but important topics. It feels me with pride that I can shed light on these topics and raise awareness. Most of the what I write comes from experience but if I don't know I do research to ensure I get everything right*

Trigger warnings ~ Abusive ex, eating disorder (starving/skipping meals)

Prompt~see the ask <3

It was getting bad again. You knew that. Yet you still felt absolutely powerless to stop it. And before you knew one missed meal became two then three. It was a dangerous vicious cycle, unfortunately one that you had been in before. Sometimes you knew a relapse was coming, certain triggers were easily spotted and you could work hard to counteract them. But you couldn't stop this one. So you did what you always do. You buried yourself in your school work, avoiding everything like she had taught you.

Your ex girlfriend knew of your eating issues, and you thought she was helping. After all that's what she said she was doing. You allowed her to take control over your meals when you mentally couldn't cope with it. Little did you know you were being manipulated and abused under the pretence of love. She knew of your poor family relations and that made you an easy target. Only now you had finally escaped her clutches did you see just how toxic she was. Moving to the school for Good and Evil was a fresh start for you and that's what made this relapse ten times worse. The guilt. You were messing up your fresh start all by yourself. And that fact seemed to make you slip further and further into the dark thought space.

You were quite good at masking relapsing by now. You knew the appropriate amount of time to sit at the table pushing the food around the plate before you could get up and leave. You knew the best places to hide food if anyone had given it to you. You knew how to dump any food that was unable to hide. You knew how to disguise the dizziness and the fact weight was falling off you at an alarming rate. You knew if you drank enough that your stomach would remain silent. Filling up on water was something that allowed you to hide your relapse for so long. She had also taught you all of this.

That's how you managed to hide from the great Dean of Evil for so long, in fact it had been months now. You were definitely getting unhealthier as the days trickled by but you couldn't make yourself care. You knew you deserved this, to suffer, to hurt after all what's beauty without pain? Her words would circle through your mind on an unrelenting loop. So much so you had fully conceived yourself that she was right. You needed this. You needed to suffer. Then maybe you'd be beautiful. However your mask slipped the day you passed out in Curses and Death traps.

Lesso had her students sparing in an attempt to strengthen their abilities, your ability was physically and mentally demanding, you knew that but try as you might you were not getting away with not participating. You took deep breaths and attempted to survive the spar but your weak exhausted body couldn't put up with the exhaustion much longer, you passed out cold on the floor. Lady Lesso immediately called the spar off, her student could not kill before graduation and the very thought that she had just witnessed that honestly panicked her slightly. Crouched down by your head, ignoring the sharp pain in her right knee, she noticed your eyelids fluttering indicating life. You were coming back around. Thank the heavens above.

You were always disoriented when this would happen, memory hazy as you attempted to focus. The pain in your shoulder indicating that's where the impact of your fall was. You could've sworn your heart stopped beating when your gaze focused on the Dean. Shit! You scrambled to sit up only to find her hands gripping your shoulder preventing any rapid movements. "Slow down y/n, are you feeling okay?" She murmured to you hoping to keep the attention you received minimal. After the other students worked out you were in fact not dead their interest seemingly dwindled. And you managed to bluff your way through using the sparring as a cover story. She bought it surprisingly, you couldn't help but be impressed that you had fooled the women.

The second time it happened you were not that lucky. No this time it had happened in the halls. You were making your way back to your dorm when it happened again. Your books tumbled from your hands slamming to the floor as you felt consciousness leave you. A blissful blackness enveloped you. Nothing to be seen or heard. Is this what death is like? Well unfortunately you weren't as lucky to find out. Consciousness began to flood throughout you once more, a disappointment lingering through your heart. Once again you were met with the worried irises of the Dean. Her hand slowly stroking at your clothed shoulder in a comforting repetitive moment.

You flinched away as though you were burned. You knew damn well that she would feel just how poignant they were. And by the look in her eyes you could tell, you were caught. And that is how you ended up in her office for a "discussion" about your adjustment to the school. At first you tried to deny everything, after all that's what she taught you. Say nothing. Hide it or they will stop you from becoming truly beautiful. To be worthy of love. But you could tell the Dean was seeing through your lies and becoming rather frustrated with the fact. That's what made you break.

You stood in her office, sobs wrecking through your weak body as you shook and eased yourself to the ground. Breaths coming out irregularly as your eyes were blurry due to the tears. You were curling up into yourself hugging your knees to your chest as you attempted to self soothe by rocking yourself gently. In that moment, Lesso was sure she'd never seen someone look so small and so broken. It shattered her heart. Which is why she found herself once again knelt in front of you despite the pain in her knee. "Little one?" She hummed out putting effort into making her tone seem more light and comforting than normal. When you moved your head up she was met with your tear soaked eyes. She had choose to keep her hands in your direct vision not knowing how you would respond to touch in this state.

It was then that you spilled everything. All the pain and hurt from the past. Every single thing she had done and said to you. It felt like a heavy weight being lifted off your chest. And she listened attentively to everything you disclosed, that automatically made telling her that much easier. You even told of her of the current relapse. When it started. What you do. What you feel and think. Just everything. And you could see you had shocked the Dean. She immediately put two and two together though as you knew she would.

"So that spar with Hester was this?" She questioned almost knowingly. When you nodded you heard her slight chuckle. "I did wonder, Y/n your more than capable of neutralising her gift. Why didn't you come to me little one? I could've tried to help" she mumbled picking up the courage to tilt your chin upwards with a slender finger. "Promise me, from now on to come to me, you're not broken my dove we will fix those beautiful wings of yours and you'll flourish" her tone of voice conveyed just how much faith she had in you and that honestly made your heart swell. "Now my little dove we are going to get you something to eat okay?" You eyes held the fear you were feeling which instantly had her adding "I will stay with you the whole time and even eat so you aren't eating alone little one, how does that sound?" You nodded knowing eating with someone always made you feel less self conscious about what's on your plate. Maybe just maybe you could be beautiful without this. As if she read your thoughts Lesso took you by the hand and helped you up before catching your gaze and murmuring " you're beautiful dove no matter what or how much your eating beauty radiates from within."

Word count~ 1512

*Authors note~ so most of this is personal experience for me, I was diagnosed at 8 years old, after blacking out on a climbing frame and breaking both bones in my arm and even twisting them over eachother. I still relapse every now and then but I do have my tools and support system. So if this is something you struggle with please reach out to someone you trust. And remember that beauty truly is a concept and exterior beauty is different to the beauty of a kind soul*

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #anon request #thanks anon!#anon reply #anons welcome

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julyourwitch · 9 months

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~ 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 ~

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My name is Agathi but you can call me Julie or Jul (these are my nicknames that I use for a long time, my old nicknames are kinda embarrassing XD)

I'm from Greece 🇬🇷 The most beautiful and unique country!

(Some people had passed me as Bulgarian/Russian/German girl idk why maybe it's because of my skin and my face/characteristics 😆😆)

Anyways! I'm 21 and my major is cooking,although I don't like it much or hate it, just yk kinda boring (?) Well sometimes bad decisions can bring you good opportunities or chances in your future! Soooo, my fave color is black, green and shades of green, gray, brown etc 🤎🖤🤍💚

My big 3 are: ☀️♐ ⬆️♉ 🌙♏

And now the most important and lovely part of me!

When I was 5-6 yo I had a terrible "accident" (not me but the little boy who were with me and I was in front of this "accident ")and after this incident... A lot of things had happened in my whole life till so far.

I used to feel, sense, sometimes with blurred vision shadows, souls, spirits and most of them were powerful for me as a young Julie who didn't know a shit about these thingies 🤪

Soooo after all these things, incidents, situations etc in 2015-2016 I started learning from my mom how to do readings aka past-future-present reading with the playing cards! (My mom also is spiritual and we got this gift from her dad) so I was constantly learning and learning and learning (only what she feels I couldn't even see the numbers or smth). In 2018-2019 had the worst experiences ever, when I say the worst I mean THE WORST. it was the first time that I was so hurt, broken emotionally and betrayed from a friendship back then I thought I loved. Yeah sure some people take a small/part piece from your heart with them and it's totally fine. I had- I was too close to have depression. And no it's not the "omg I'm so sad, I can't this I can't do that" it's more like" bed, always in bed not even thoughts, not even emotions, everything was meaningless for me, my windows always closed not even be able to see if it's day or not,in bed with the same position every day/night.not even go to pee, take a shower nothing. I was like" Nothing matters, it's just another day or night. " not even hungry. For almost a year.

AFTER THIS SHIT THO I HAD MY 1ST SPIRITUAL AWAKENING LIKE IT WAS PRETTY CRAZY AND POWERFUL FOR MY HEART/SOUL.

For real I had HAD the urge to live, to survive, to feel again, I started crying out of nowhere, crying constantly for 4 hours (yeah it's a lot) and from 2020 till now I can say..

I'm so grateful for everything, for my journey that was tough and hard for me, for real when they say"with the pain comes the courage and strength after" hits different. I am grateful and thankful for every moment that has made me struggle, hurt, cry, be angry, resent, be disappointed, withdraw, fear, hesitate, shout, judge, exclude, censor. And yet difficulties and heavy emotions make you more dynamic, powerful, more prepared, more mature and rational/ logical. Because you know you'll meet them(vicious cycle of emotions) again and that's why life is beautiful and special. each of us is fighting for HIS own life alone. That's why we entered this human body to learn a lot, to live a lot, to understand a lot, to understand a lot,to experience a lot, but above all there is no such thing as forgiveness.

(This long text may hurt your eyes guys I'm sorry 😭😭)

I wanted to let you know that this is me, you can always ask me questions if you want to learn more about me and that you matter, you're loved, you're amazing, you're wonderful and pretty soul, so gentle and kind. Your existence for me is a gift and every existence is important and gift for everyone.

I deeply love you, with my whole heart. 🖤✨

#witchblr #witchcraft #personal blog #spiritualhealing #spiritualawakening #spiritual community #spiritual development #tumbr update #foryou #i love you

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mysticbewitched · 11 months

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How to manifest my physical changes without putting much effort please, im sick of slow subliminal results

I just want subliminal results, like others, but I still don't see the case, every time I listen to a week or 21 days as explained in the description in each youtube video, I don't see changes in my results, I tries to be patient/remove my obsession, i've used many resources to supposedly get subliminal results, I've read the solar subs guide, visualized, making own subs (1 or 2 subs) thinking to be positive, act like already get results, using boosters,flushes blockage removers, using loa techniques and researching more about subconscious and it has no effect on me, its like I am immune to subliminal audios for physical changes, or I don't have enough self-concept to be able to manifest what I want, tell me what I can do?,

Also they say that law of Asuncion neville Goddard and his gurus are very good(Like Sammy Ingram) , but who knows if it works every moment because when I use old subliminals for 3 months, I haven't noticed a change in my face body or even D₹ck", I currently use male beauty audios like fk subs viper kottie moza morph cherry subs curio Daniel m.f but who knows if they works, because I have honestly lost a lot of faith in my progress, And I don't want to do an ancestral religious ritual to have those simple changes, I hope someone else can answer me, because i'm fucking tired of repeating the same sh&t, I don't want to be slow results and believe in the subliminals and period

Oh man, there's a whole hell of a lot to unpack here.

You're doing way too much, my friend, and I'm not surprised to hear that you're very frustrated. You're stressing yourself out and looking for the next "shiny object" in order to obtain a certain desire of yours.

You are approaching all of this the wrong way, and you are facing away from your manifestation by doing all of this stressful physical effort. This is not supposed to be a chore. This is supposed to be a fun and beautiful, freeing journey of self-realization and self-empowerment. You are not supposed to work yourself to the bone here.

I have a whole lot of advice for you to help you out in your situation. I advise you to listen to my advice if you want to exit this vicious cycle of frustration.

1. Stop listening to subliminals from other creators on Youtube. It's not a safe idea, first of all, above all things because you have no idea what affirmations are actually being sent to your subconscious mind, and creating your own subliminals are so much more effective. I speak this from experience because I was in your same shoes ages ago. That all changed when I started to create my own subliminals.

2. Change your mindset about manifestation and your abilities to manifest by simply creating your own subliminal and sticking to it for a good while. Be loyal and consistent with listening to it every day. You should see awesome results from solely relying on listening to your own subliminals for results. It takes some serious patience and dedication to take the time to change your mindset through the use of subliminals. { Check out my guide on creating your own subliminals in my masterlist. }

3. For the love of God, please *do not listen* to Sammy Ingram. I respect and admire her confident mindset when it comes to her manifesting abilities, but she does not truly understand the law of consciousness and how manifestation actually works on autopilot. She experiences results in her reality because of her mindset, not the mindless affirming of affirmations. She believes that affirming like a damn parrot for 8 hours straight is the way to go, and it's not. That's just ridiculous. Manifesting should never feel like a chore. Feel free to affirm whenever you want to just as a reminder. Not because you feel "you have to."

4. I assure you that the law of consciousness is working perfectly for you because you are currently aware of seriously struggling with subliminal results, and that's what keeps manifesting for you in your reality on an endless loop. You are the creator of your own reality, and you are the power of all creation. You have the power to change this all for you. Again, follow my advice and change your mindset with creating your own subliminals. It is the answer to your prayers.

5. Check out these sources to help deepen your understanding about manifestation and your true self as the operant power: Neville Goddard, Edward Art, Awaken the Godself With Candace Thoth, and Niclas - Upgrade to Life.

6. As for the physical changes you desire, again, create your own subliminal with affirmations for the physical changes you want. Be consistent with it and listen to the subliminal daily.

Best wishes to you and seriously, take my advice. It will be a game-changer for you.

#loassumption #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #law of manifestation

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hii, i wanted to ask are there any fics where Stiles and Derek are already together or do end up together yet they have a fight but then make up. yunno like fighting but in a domestic way. :)

Hi @starrr-dusttt! @kevaaronday made this list for you!

With Love And Understanding by tnh1722

(2/2 | 5,656 | Not Rated | Sterek)

Stiles always remembers important dates. Birthdays, anniversaries, deathdays. The first time he does forget, it just so happens to be one of the most important to Derek. But just as they do with everything else, they work through it together.

The Habits of My Heart by cloudsarefluffy

(1/1 | 5,130 | Mature | Sterek)

On Tumblr, Anon asked: I'd love to read established relationship Sterek where Stiles starts feeling insecure/worried because Derek has been working late/sneaking around but really he's just been rebuilding the Hale house and getting everything ready to propose to Stiles. If you find some way to work in sex, jealous Derek, scent marking, regular marking, and manhandling that'd be even more awesome! Thanks so much for taking prompts! <3

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It’s because the world is filled with beautiful people— specifically, people that aren’t Stiles. There are a lot of choices in Beacon Hills alone that would be better candidates for who could date, and even fuck Derek Hale, so Stiles is frighteningly aware of why it all just suddenly clicks together as he’s eating soggy spaghetti by himself one night.

Scott McCall: Carrier Pigeon Extraordinaire by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 | 2,817 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles does something stupid and gets really hurt. Derek gets angry which causes Stiles to get angry. From there it's just a vicious cycle until Stiles storms out. Then it's up to Scott to get them talking to each other.

A.K.A. In which Stiles and Derek are Ron and Harry and neither Scott nor Hermione are owls.

Excerpt:

“So what’re you waiting for, then?” Scott flopped down next to Stiles.

Stiles pulled off a very Derek-looking glower and crossed his arms, staring petulantly at the ceiling saying, “His apology.”

Scott rolled his eyes and went to talk to Derek.

“He wants me to apologize to him?” Derek snorted and returned to putting away his groceries, Scott stared as Derek put away a carton of 1% milk. “He’s the one that was being an idiot.”

“Yeah, but he yelled first!” Stiles protested, pacing his room while Scott sat, dejected on Stiles’ bed.

I Spent All The Love I’ve Saved by Sun_Flower97

(1/1 | 2,264 | Teen | Sterek)

“Don’t be a bitch to me because your boyfriend didn’t say what you wanted him to this morning.” She spat.

“I tried to be nice about it and I was going to let you talk but you turned me down and so you’re just going to have to listen to me.” She placed her gel pen on the table.

Sterek Angst with some good friend Lydia

The Rain by anniecornstack

(1/1 | 1,844 | Explicit | Sterek)

Derek's actions leads to him and Stiles having a serious argument although Derek had meant no harm. - An angsty one-shot about the two of them fighting and making up. Rated explicit for sexual content.

Down With The Prom Queen by CelestialVoid

(1/1 | 1,695 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles has been struggling for years to keep his power under wraps, but it only takes one night—one jealous-fueled prank at homecoming—for things to come undone.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #break up #high school au

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lobstermatriarch · 4 months

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10 Character/10 Fandoms/10 Tags

Maybe minus the tags. Tagged by the lovely @anosrepasi <3

Astarion Ancunin, Baldur's Gate 3: Is this a fucking surprise at this point? I have spent real life time staring at my office walls being haunted by this man. He's charming. He's repulsive. He's vicious and self serving and ancient and immature and so desperate to be safe after centuries of living on adrenaline that he will do anything to get you on his side. He's a meta exercise in manipulation, marketed as a hedonistic sex symbol to project fantasies on, then coming out with this nuanced presentation of cptsd/sexual trauma that makes you genuinely uncomfortable with your initial judgements of him. He's the poster child for imperfect survivors still being deserving of kindness, and for the difference kindness can make in breaking or continuing the cycle of abuse. He contains multitudes. I don't think the disk horse was ever avoidable with a character like him.

Anthy Himemiya, Revolutionary Girl Utena: speaking of exercises in projection!!!! Maybe I have a type, or a theme, or something. She's the receptacle for everyone else's hopes for her and ideas of what she could be, an actual object to be traded as a prize. She's a princess, she's a damsel, she's a witch, she's whatever you need her to be. Does anyone know what she is beyond that, herself included? There's been so much amazing analysis on Anthy over the years that I'm not sure I have anything important to add at this point.

Tidus, Final Fantasy X: Early blorbo! Maybe even the first blorbo, though Sailor Saturn might offer competition. I was eleven when I finished this game and proceeded to lose my mind over pretty much every single character at one point or another. I picked Tidus for being the main but I think I do love him the most, too-- there's something about the privileged hero learning how to be self-sacrificial that I think was kind of formative for me. Plus he's a big dweeb and his laugh scene still makes me giggle.

Will Graham, NBC Hannibal: accepting the monstrous side of you, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, sweaty, gruesome, and nonsensical dream sequences, empathy disorders as a psychic superpower, etc etc etc. I could not ask for anything more out of a guy.

Nona, The Locked Tomb: So Nona is my favorite of the books so far, and it's in large part thanks to Nona's point of view. Her focus on what's going on with the kids while the rest of the narrative is in this horrible war zone was really poignant for me? People die, life goes on, kids grow up thinking everything they see is normal. I've taken a lot of writing influence from her narration lately. Granted I (like so many of us) have a soft spot for unhinged women, so trying to pick just one character from The Locked Tomb was SO hard.

Nell Crain, The Haunting of Hill House: If only people cared about her half as much while she was alive as they did after she died! Also, being haunted by her own inevitable tragedy while still managing to find something beautiful and worthwhile in the end.

Jade Harley, Homestuck: by and large I pretend not to associate myself with Homestuck anymore, but it did get me back into fandom after a pretty long time away and Jade still holds a soft spot in my heart. Little feral garden child.

Akane Kurashiki, Zero Escape Series: taking the single most insufferable anime trope (to me at least) and turning it on it's head. The extent of her manipulation by the end of 999 still gives me chills, even though I know the ending, and despite it all she never stops being sympathetic. I love her so much.

Midna, Zelda: Twilight Princess: I named my kitty after her so she's gotta be on the list. She is now 17 and arthritic and still has a lot to say. I'm sure she's criticizing my adventuring skills and/or teaching me how to jump like a wolf.

Cole, Dragon Age Inquisition: I named my other kitty after him so he also has to be on the list. He knocked his cat tree into my partner's coffee table last month and now we need a new one.

Not tagging anyone because tagging stresses me out a bit, but if you would like to do this I would LOVE to see top tens of the moment!

#tag game

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tojisbbg · 2 years

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✧ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✧

❝i don’t know what i’m supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you, oh take me back to the night we met.❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

chapt. 1

description: a short story in which a young girl who's having a hard time coping with the death of her family stumbles upon the presence of a young restless spirit one night.

content warnings: mikey x oc, very heavy angst, comfort (?), soft mikey, heavy fluffy romance, suicide, mentions of suicidal thoughts, swearing, death, not checked for grammatical errors.

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3 am.

that's what the clock read as a young girl was seen sitting quietly in her dark room, her chair pulled up near the window as she gazed upon the full moon.

it was a beautiful october night, the leaves rustling within the autumn breeze, leaves crunching under the very many footsteps and the unsettling comforting silence to which the girl was absorbing.

this was just like any other night for nori watanabe, staring out her window without a single blink, as if she just dissociated herself from reality. a whole different state of mind that was consuming her every night that has painfully passed after that incident occurred.

and it so happened to be that it happened right at this hour exactly six years ago.

an hour where everything begun and where everything would end.

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nori let out a heavy sigh, leaning back on her chair as she closed her eyes for some time, trying to envision something other than the horrific memories that continue to haunt her even after many years later.

but how could she forget when it was practically drilled into her head? she could still feel it, she could feel every inch of her skin crawl with fear before it was all washed away with an empty feeling of numbness.

there was blood.

so much blood splattered everywhere, on the walls, the floors, her clothes.

it was a massacre.

screams becoming lodged into her throat and breathing becoming irregular, scared of what her own fate held for her. but that immediate danger never came crashing down on her, soon hearing police sirens flooding the comforts of her home.

and that was what marked the start of this vicious cycle of self-hatred, guilt, numbness and frustration.

gentle and fragile hands leaned over to the table on her side, picking up the picture frame as she looked at the photo with nothing but love and adoration. nori could feel her heart once again shatter into millions of pieces, just like every other night, being reminded of what happened to her family.

her shaky fingers brushing upon the glass before little droplets of salty tears were falling on the faces of her loved one. small whimpers and sobs were choked out, unable to hold back her facade anymore.

but who could blame her?

she was only twenty-one yet she still felt like the same frightened and vulnerable little girl on that night.

and it seems that perhaps nothing has changed, unless nori is ready to take her destiny in her own hands and make that change.

a permanent change.

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who would've ever thought that such a loud and busy city could become almost equivalent to a ghost town around this hour?

the streets were empty, the wind was getting more violent as the temperature began to drop, yet the burning ache in her heart could not be cooled down. it was the middle of the night, exactly three-fifteen in the morning, and here nori was, mindlessly walking the sidewalk with nothing but a pair of sweats a t-shirt and a sweater to go on top.

in the distance, she could hear small wailing noises, sounding like those of a mewling cat. nori furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she began to walk closer to the sound, being led under a streetlamp.

there she saw the little ball of fur curled up, shivering as it continued to whimper. it looked like it was a baby, making nori's eye soften as she bent down to have a closer look. the kitten was barely able to move from how strong the winds were.

"poor guy, it's a rough night tonight, isn't it?" she softly spoke, not wanting to frighten the kitten as it shakily brought its head up to look at the girl.

"don't worry, i'm here." nori assured, hesitantly bringing her index finger to rub softly on the top of the kitten's head. the little guy found comfort in her touch, purring as it closed its eyes, taking in whatever warmth her single finger could provide it.

"i'm sorry you have to go through this all alone while being so small. you're pretty strong for your size." she continued, chuckling towards the end.

any sane person walking past her would view her to be some kind of weirdo on crack, talking to a random stray cat on the streets as if it could understand a single word she spoke.

but they would never understand how much comfort it brought her to relate herself to the small kitten, knowing that maybe it wasn't just her who was going through this lonely feeling the world dumped on her.

the little fur ball managed to bring her heavy mind some peace, distracting her from whatever she was previously thinking of while she was strolling.

"i should get going now. i don't have much to offer you but here, you could have this." nori dug inside her pocket where she found a wrapped rice ball that she got earlier from the convenience store when she was on her way home from college.

"my mom always used to tell me that if your stomach is full, then it could keep you warm for the whole night. i hope this brings you some kind of warmth little guy." her face catered a warm smile as she unraveled the plastic wrapping before placing it in front of the kitten.

she watched it lean forwards, taking the smell of the food before opening its mouth to eat it. nori noticed how fast the kitten was eating, as she assumed that maybe it hasn't eaten anything proper for days.

"you were hungry, weren't you?" she cooed, patting the kitten as it continued to eat the fairly big rice ball that was given.

nori picked up the plastic wrapper from the ground before walking over to the trash can to properly dispose it. the kitten went back to its original position, curled up into a ball.

the girl felt bad, thinking of a solution on how to help the poor guy. she could've walked away by now, but the kindness in her heart wouldn't allow her to abandon the kitten.

so, she took off her sweater before bending down to nicely wrap it around the kitten. she watched it immediately settle in the fabric, rubbing the sides of its face on the soft material for comfort and warmth.

"you can have this, you need it more than i do. sleep well." she whispered before rubbing its head with her finger once more. she got up and glanced at the kitten one last time before walking away.

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nori's feet stopped by a nearby park that she's passed by a couple of times when she was coming home from college. it was fairly new, constructed around two to three years ago.

she walked in the opening in between the wired fencing, her first time stepping into the park and her eyes began to wander off. she noticed a wooden bridge walkway that was built right on top of the river. a pair of swings were nearby as she walked closer to the swings, her hair being blown away in the wind as it was chillier in this area due to the water.

nori sat on one of the swings, using her feet to push herself as she saw herself beginning to elevate higher and higher. the moonlight was illuminating on her face, revealing her most vulnerable features to the world.

dark eyebags, puffy eyes, pale face and red cheeks.

she couldn't remember when was the last time that she got a good night's sleep without her mind eating her alive. every day was a repeat of the day before, it was like she was living just because she was forcefully given a chance.

there was no purpose, no enjoyment and no motivation within her.

reoccurring thoughts began to fill her head up again, making her become overwhelmed with the urge to disappear.

to leave this world just like how she should have six years ago.

nori squinted her eyes to get a better look in the distance, where she saw a shadowy figure moving around nearby the bridge. whatever it was, it wasn't very tall, yet she was beginning to get scared.

it was half past three, this area is always quiet and empty during this time. so, who could possibly be up so late to come here?

she began to slow down her swing, trying to make herself less noticeable to the person as she quietly watched them from a far.

you're overthinking it, nori. it's probably your eyes playing tricks on you. it'll go away.

she tried to reassure her panicking heart and mind, rubbing her eyes to get a better look and not be deceived. but what she saw was true, someone else was in the park with her.

and what was worse is that the figure began to walk towards the swings area, making her heartbeat increase relatively from fear. nori froze on the swings, her hands shaking and she could only think of the terrible possible outcomes that could happen to her right now.

what if it was a murderer lurking around?

what if it was him and he's gotten out already, bloodthirsty and set out to find her?

she could feel her eyes pooling with tears, unable to think straight on what to do. nori wanted to bolt out the entrance but she feared of having that person chase after her.

running out of options, she crouched down her head and began to silently weep, ultimately accepting her fate.

maybe this was meant to happen, it had to be him.

after all, he promised that he would come back to find her and give her what she deserved, without any mercy.

nori could now hear the person's footsteps drawing closer to her, making her breath hitch as she felt it harder to take in oxygen in her lungs. her head began to spin, not having the guts to raise her head and confront the person.

she was done for, this is where it ends. she wanted to end it herself, but fate was cruel enough to let her face the same destiny as her parents did.

"are you okay?" she felt a tap on her shoulder, making her head shoot up like a bullet. nori looked at the person in front of her, and it wasn't him.

"huh?" was the only thing that she could slip by her lips, eyes glossy with tears and strained with the color red.

the figure came to light as nori looked up at the person. it was a guy, he had jet black hair that was nicely parted in the front with an undercut. he was dressed in a white sweater, the sleeves drooping down a bit.

the feature that caught her eyes the most was the tattoo of the dragon that was running up his nape.

"i'm sorry, please don't be scared of me. i won't hurt you." he apologized with a nervous smile, making her quickly shake her head.

"no, i'm sorry, i thought you were someone else." she quickly blurted out, releasing the breath that she's been holding in for what felt like ages.

"is it alright if i take the swing next to you? i won't be here for too long." he pointed to the swing that was emptily swinging next to her in the wind.

nori shrugged, not understanding why he felt the need to ask her for permission since it was public property, but dismissed the thought as she assumed that maybe he was just trying to not scare her even more.

"no need to ask me, go ahead." she replied, watching him hop on the seat from her peripheral vision.

"so, what brings you here this late at night?" he intruded the quiet atmosphere, making nori thin her lips as she contemplated whether or not she should engage in this conversation with him.

"reasons." she simply said, making him hum in response.

"fair enough. you don't see a sobbing girl on the swing sets in the middle of the night every day, you know." he softly laughed, making her roll her eyes.

"mind your own business." she blew him down, making his laughter die down before he composed himself.

"my bad, i didn't mean to offend you in any way. i don't live around here which is why this particular sight is pretty new for me." he said, kicking his feet back and forth to go higher than the height nori was at.

she noticed this and for some reason it irked her, now swinging her feet back and forth with more aggression with the goal of going higher than him.

he noticed how his actions affected her, wanting to bother her some more, he pushed himself even more. and just like that, the two were soaring into the sky as they had the intention of beating each other on who could swing the highest.

"you're annoying, you know!" nori yelled out, looking at him only to find a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"for making you a sore loser?" he yelled back, giggling towards the end as he watched her slow down while mumbling something under her breath.

her swing finally got to a stop as nori hopped off, making her way closer to the swing that was still relatively high above the ground. she waited for him to slow down and put his swing to a stop to give him a piece of her mind.

"you did that on purpose didn't you?" she snickered, making him prop his face on the palm on his hand to watch her in amusement.

"hm? what if i did? at least i got you to speak to me, didn't i?" he proudly remarked, making nori scoff.

"why are you still here? didn't you say that you would be leaving soon?" she recalled and the guy just shrugged.

"i've got a bit more time to kill. hey, you still didn't answer my question though." he reminded, making nori pinch her eyebrows in confusion.

"what question?" she genuinely asked, now sitting down on the ground.

"why you're here so late?" he repeated, making nori sigh out.

"it's personal." she deadpanned.

"oh, i see. well then, why don't we start off simple? my name is manjiro, manjiro sano. yours?" his eyes glistened with anticipation.

a part of nori wanted to ignore him and walk out of the park but another part of her wanted to stay for a little longer to play along with him.

"nori, nori watanabe." she blandly responded, showing an obvious amount of no interest in the conversation.

"you still in school, nori?" manjiro asked, emphasizing her name towards the end simply for the pleasure of wanting to hear it roll off of his tongue. and he liked it, the name was short and simple, and it fitted her.

"yeah, my third year in college." she answered, making him nod in understatement before he leaned his head down until their faces were a couple of inches away.

"what are you doing?" nori's eyes were widened at the sudden eye contact and lack of distance between the two. one thing that she would soon learn to get used to by him.

"i'm trying to see something, so be quiet for a minute." he hushed her, and surprisingly, she obliged. after from like what felt like the longest minute in her life, manjiro pulled away before releasing an exhale.

"you know, i'm such an ungrateful brat." he suddenly said, making her snort from how random the statement he made was. manjiro looked down at her only to narrow his eyes.

"what?" he asked in a monotone, but the girl simply shook her head.

"i could tell." she mumbled, yet it was clear enough for him to comprehend her words.

"anyways, sometimes i wish i never left. i kinda miss college life, you know? i had a pretty tight group of friends, they were like family." manjiro explained, a sad smile plastered on his lips as each word began to slip out of his mouth.

and for some odd reason, nori couldn't help but feel more curious to find out more about him. he seemed like a pretty open person, but everyone has their own secrets to which they'll keep buried in them till the grave, right?

"were? aren't you guys together anymore?" she engaged on the conversation further as the boy shrugged.

"i dropped out of college about a year ago, so we haven't really spoken since then." he cut straight to the chase to avoid any other question of confusion.

"why?" nori blurted out unknowingly without thinking, kind of immersed into the moment as she quickly regretted it.

"reasons." manjiro answered with a small grin, sort of mocking her previous words.

"well, i'm sure they miss you. uh, you should probably go over to them sometimes. you know, catch up and stuff." she awkwardly advised, not knowing how to comfort or talk about anything in this type of situation.

however, she was easy to read and manjiro couldn't help but let out a few loose laughs at how cutely she tried to make the conversation flow as smoothly as possible.

"hey! don't laugh at me you asshole." nori huffed, making him want to pinch her cheeks.

"you're adorable when you're mad." he noted out loud, making her go quiet as a small blush crept up to her cheeks. thankfully, it was dark enough for him to not notice.

the clock was slowly inching towards four in the morning and the two barely noticed, bickering here and there while exchanging small talks.

especially manjiro.

he couldn't remember when was the last time where he sat down and talked to someone. even if they didn't say much, he missed having some kind of company, so in a way his encounter with nori was refreshing.

refreshing for his soul and mind.

and nori on the other hand, forgot about the whole reason on why she even came her in the first place.

"oh shit, i should get going now. see ya!" manjiro said in a rather panicked tone, hastily getting off of the swings while nearly tripping over his own feet.

"i guess i should too." nori announced as she let out a small grunt while getting up, stretching her back as she's been sitting on the cold ground for nearly half an hour.

"well, it was-" her words were short lived as once she looked back, he was nowhere to be found.

it was like he was a ghost, gone from her sight without a trace in a matter of seconds.

"huh, guess you really did have to go." nori giggled as she shook her head with disbelief, still unable to process how he was able to run off that quickly. but, she decided to drop it and began to walk home.

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hiiiiii ok for both sky sea and starless hour if they were being adapted into a movie/tv show/etc what would the soundtrack be like??? any songs you would specifically have to include??? general vibe and type of instrumentation etc??? (this is also me saying if you have playlists i would like to see them and hear you explain them bc 👀)

okay SO for sky sea im just gonna hit some key points (since i've been using the same playlist since it was a space odyssey and haven't cleaned it up yet, some songs are no longer relevant) but tsh. oh boy. none of these are in a particular order sorry <3

(because i've committed the high crime of knowing more than one language. sorry some of these songs are not in english but im including translations to the best of my ability. also sorry this post is LONG long)

sky sea:

all time low - a love like war

keldan/aderyn anthem. literally just every line

"is this the end of us or just the means to start again"

i would say most of the song is referencing their past relationship except the last line (and maybe the repetition of "we go together or we don't go down at all") which is like. present day learning to fuckin deal with each other

muse - won't stand down

another keldan song sorry but like. come on

specifically when his revenge arc begins. somewhere in there he's gonna try to ruin the nation and then have to decide whether it's worth it to follow through :)

sleeping at last - neptune

literally NO idea where this one fits in bc it literally suits every one of the main four and lowkey every possible dynamic

"i'm only honest when it rains" etc etc

"i want to love you but i don't know how"

florence + the machine - king

melati my beloved <3

this is her theme song after she ascends to girlboss mode

5sos - lover of mine

keldan/seia

i think this one pretty much sums up their dedication to each other even tho they truly don't actually label that relationship it's just like. they're so absorbed in each other that they're like one single entity at this point. creepy but effective

side note this is really just a reflection of my 12 y.o. self's music taste idk why

for starless hour i actually have two playlists, one for like. instrumentals and the other for vibe inspiration. again trying to hit key points only but i don't know how to shut up

the ready set - the witching hour

"heard that energy is a constant state / nothing ever ends, it will only change"

"and then I fall into a hurricane of empty thoughts / where I become all my own problems when I swore I'd not"

"there's something telling me that I still have a lot to give / maybe there's beauty in uncertainty, I hope there is"

this one's literally 60% for the vibes because how can i not include a song called "the witching hour" on this playlist

but also i really like the feeling of sort of. cautious optimism in the song that feels really central to. maybe not the overall plot of tsh but definitely where i want the resolution to end up

monsta x - destroyer

"however many times it takes, rewind / i'll go to you, rewind / the ending is up to me anyway"

"i believe in destiny, i believe in us / ... / all of the memories in this vicious cycle"

"then the ending is complete / our string is already connected"

ignoring the time-travel themes of the song. god the idea of writing your own destiny. or like even though tsh doesn't have time travel i like the idea of trying over and over again to get it right. like i'm not giving them the chance to try but i like the idea.

also UGH red string of fate theory my beloved

lea - ende der welt

"this isn't the end of the world ... / just the end of us / this isn't the end of the world, even if it feels like it / it doesn't kill us"

"and when the sun goes down, is it just the earth that turns with us?"

i know the song is intended as a breakup song but again. come ON how can i not include it. it's literally called end of the world.

all time low - old scars / future hearts

"i don't wanna be the one that's left behind / don't blame me, don't hate me"

"i am lost inside this endless haze of life / but this life is mine to live"

again sort of in line with the idea of making your own decisions/writing your own future. i think it also fits neatly with delwyn's belief that only he is in control of his own choices? he's the one who picks his destiny. even tho in the end he chooses wrong, it's still his choice etc.

bastille - get home

again. literally the whole song but:

"we are the last people standing / at the end of the night / we are the greatest pretenders / in the cold morning light"

"how am i gonna get myself back home?"

this song goes along with the end of the story, once all the worst has come to pass and there's nothing left to change/prevent

and it's getting home in a literal sense because the story i think will take them pretty far from home. but also in the figurative sense of the journey changes them so much and how can they possibly go back to who/where they were?

jo sung mo - do you know (youtube link to my preferred cover)

"if you ask me why i didn't say anything / my heart aches, i can't answer"

"no matter how many times i'm born again and leave again / there's no world like this one where i met you"

"maybe this world is beautiful because of the traces of you"

"do you know today is the last day you and i will be under the same sky?"

another breakup song but GOD.

also sorry my translations are rough but i literally could not find an eng translation of the lyrics that i liked enough to use so i just made my own

anyway. haven't figured out how to word all of my feelings about this song so i'm hoping u will just Understand. thanks <3

stray kids - chronosaurus

not really an exact lyric to point to actually but i think this song captures the desperation and the "oh god i'm running out of time" vibe that i LOVE for tsh

the theme for instrumentals is yearning baby! loneliness and hope and "the light will come again" and "everything is so different than it was". extremely unquantifiable emotions with no lyrics to guide me. good luck bestie (this playlist is shorter tho because it's newer)

gone in a flash (spider-man: no way home)

the quiet loneliness.. the fade out... ugh i literally have no words

you're going to notice a lot of these instrumentals follow the same theme lmao

exit through the lobby (spider-man: no way home)

obsessed with the way this builds slowly and then fades out to the lone piano

on the nature of daylight (max richter)

this song would be included on the basis of title alone but it's also perfect. one of my long-time fave instrumental pieces out there

a knight of the seven kingdoms (got s8 soundtrack)

yes this is from game of thrones. yes it's a masterpiece. next question

a different idea of love (luke howard)

again. strings. there's something about string instrumentals that makes me sob every time.

manhattan sunrise (ola gjeilo)

PIANO. i really love this song and also the title and the vibe fit equally perfectly with tsh. the light dawning over the city. despite everything that's happened there is still hope.

maybe you can guess that this piece corresponds to the end of the plot

at dawn (hania rami)

once again. slow sad piano. what more do i need to say.

one day you finally knew (slowed remix) [chad lawson]

no comment. just vibes

(translation: this is the song that would play during the end credits of the movie. if it were a tv show it would only play during the last ep's credits tho)

#ben im obsessed with you and this question #u know i LOVE music but also i have adhd and thus zero organizational skills #someday i'll clean up the playlists and put them in order and import (export?) to spotify #today is not that day tho sorry <3 #i can find links to any of the songs if u wanna listen tho just dm me or something #i thought about including them anyway but decided i was too lazy lmao #the starless hour #ttotss #rabbit-rays #also im posting this without editing or rereading ANYTHING so i'm sorry if it's an incoherent mess. just know that i love you #and i loved this even tho i had no idea what to say half the time and im pretty sure i didn't even address ur actual question #.txt

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Obliviate (Chapter 3: Deep Dark)

Hermione opened her eyes to the slithers of sunlight the following morning with another number crawling through her mind. Each morning it was a different number, and always one less than the morning before. As of now, the number stood at fifteen and Hermione came to the realization that she could no longer stand fives (just as yesterday, she could no longer stand sixes—a vicious cycle, indeed).

She let her bones melt into the aged mattress below her, letting the quiet of the late morning sink in, her thoughts floating around without interruption. No hushed tones from Parvati and Lavender, no clanking noises from their adjacent bathroom—

Why weren’t there any clanking noises from their adjacent bathroom?

Hermione tore her flimsy covers off and grabbed for her watch on her bedside table, reading that she had slept halfway through DADA. Cursing Parvati and Lavender and Harry and Ron and anyone else who could have saved her from being late, Hermione wordlessly spelled her hair neat while sliding on her skirt and robes. Within less than a minute she was out the door and headed down the stairs, cleaning out her mouth as she did so. By the time she reached the door of the Defense classroom, Hermione had been awake for a total of six minutes and was entirely breathless.

The second she collected herself, readjusting her bag, the door swung open and out drawled Snape’s voice. “Come to join us, Miss Granger?”

Hermione pasted a demure smile onto her face as she paced forward quickly, the chamber door falling shut behind her. “Yes, sorry, Professor,” she mumbled while taking the nearest seat in the back. “I had just—”

“It’s Headmaster, Mudblood,” Gregory Goyle sneered from beside her. “And get your filth away from me,” he said, leaning away.

Goodness, Godric, and everything in between. Was there really no other open spot? Hermione glanced to where Ron and Harry sat, eyes down and jaw clenched.

She knew it wasn’t out of concern for her.

No, it was because they had to sit right in front of Dumbledore’s killer—hear his voice, take his verbal abuse, yield to his newfound authority—and stay hush about everything they knew. All of a sudden, Hermione was grateful to have found herself surrounded by a pack of Slytherins to the left of the room. If she hadn’t been, nothing would have shielded her from her own mind. At least she could be kept occupied by Goyle’s stench and limited vocabulary.

Snape took a long look at the lone Gryffindor and turned back to writing on the board, leaving the students to their assigned research. When the room began to fill with whispering partners once more, Hermione (to Goyle’s visible disgust) leaned closer and murmured, “I’ll keep that in mind... Greg.” She threw in an eyelash flutter just for shits and giggles.

She then ignored the choking noise behind her and the muffled slap that followed.

To Goyle’s credit, he held in his vomit as he scooted his seat towards the other end of the table. Goal: achieved. Holding in her grin, Hermione’s gaze drifted back towards Harry and Ron, both of whom were muttering to the other as they wrote down meaningless notes. She didn’t understand why it sent a pang through her chest. It felt like that every time she looked at them, ever since Dumbledore died. Harry and Ron, and Hermione. Not Harry and Ron and Hermione. As far as she knew, they didn’t even come looking for her when she didn’t meet them for breakfast or missed Potions with Slughorn. It felt like her first month at Hogwarts all over again.

As she shuffled out of the room at the end of the period, she realized that once again, she did not see Draco.

By the time lunch came around, Hermione had decided that something was wrong. Walking into the Great Hall she immediately turned her head to the Slytherin table and subtly held her attention there the entire break. Not once did a beautiful head of hair take a seat—but several times did two sets of dark eyes meet hers. Just as the previous morning. This time, however, the two boys looked worn out and empty. The only people she’d ever seen them with was Draco and, occasionally, Pansy Parkinson. Hermione would have assumed the pair were off screwing in a back hall or something of the like, except for the small fact that Parkinson was currently glaring at her from across the way. The three (or four, to be technical) of them formed a disjointed triangle. Pansy near the west end of her table, Theo and Blaise in the middle, and Hermione in between both from her own House.

She couldn’t understand why Blaise and Theo kept trying to make eye contact with her, but she assumed it was out of boredom seeing as they never tried to interact with or approach her anywhere else.

But she knew for certain now that something was wrong—it didn’t look to her that Pansy was aware anything was off—and the two Slytherin boys were right in the center of it.

Hermione had no reason to divert her questioning stares like she had to do yesterday, seeing as how Harry and Ron were with Seamus, Neville, and another good portion of their Herbology class to examine a new stretch of gillyweed peeking out of the Black Lake’s shores. Ginny was likely to be with them, as well—ever since Hermione had made that “our days are numbered” comment, she had noticed both Ron and Harry making an effort to spend their free time with their fellow Gryffindors (and Luna, of course). It was Hermione that had given up. To her, what happens will happen. If she tried to force herself to enjoy her remaining time with her friends, she would get stuck thinking about the impending escapade and the rising war and—

Running and shouting broke Hermione out of her mind-prison as students raced past her, dark robes with ties of all shades creating a massive blur. Some had confused faces, others excited, but most were worried—and all were headed to the Black Lake. Her friends. What happened?

Hermione swung her legs around the bench and shouldered her bag, exchanging equally confused and concerned looks with Theo and Blaise from across the hall. Then they were running.

They followed the crowd down the hall and out the massive doors that led to the courtyard, and Hermione had to push her way through the throng of students and professors. She nearly lost her footing and tumbled down the hill, which is exactly what happened to Theo when she noticed him skidding and rolling ahead of her.

Hermione was unnerved—because it was deadly silent. No sign of the Herbology students. Had Death Eaters breached? The thought of another attack made her freeze in fear. She didn’t even get to say goodbye—

A spell whipped past Hermione’s ear from the hill above and dove straight into the murky waters of the lake. She registered the shaky voice that casted it a moment later—Flitwick. Hermione, Blaise, and Theo were all standing together, just panting and staring. All three were covered in mud, but no one said a word. They were waiting with terror.

Not a minute had passed when streaks of red and gold filled the sky, and angry Gryffindors on brooms circled the lake. Spell after curse after hex tainted the air with a musty fog, lingering along the surface of the black water.

Harry was leading the attack on water.

Overlapping shouts of “Let him go! ” from the Gryffindors on brooms tore through every breath that was held back in the crowd. Professors began pushing through the horde of students, waving their wand in meaningless warning.

“Mr. Potter! ” Professor McGonagall shrieked from the cliffside that covered the Slytherin dormitories. “Get down from there right this instant! Whatever is the matter, I assure you—”

An enraged “Bombardo” from Seamus sent the shoreside trembling.

“No, stop!” Hermione gasped out, her stance faltering. “Harry, stop—stop, no, Harry! ” Hermione stumbled forward and tried running towards the edge of the lake.

She could hear Theo following behind her. “Mudblood, wait—” he said, pulling her back by the arm—

But Ginny’s Incendio fed on the black water like it was gasoline, and the waves of flame singed Theo and Hermione, who were closest to the lake. Combined with all the other jinxes thrown at once, the two were knocked back onto their arses with Hermione falling into Theo.

Hermione felt another arm yanking her up and away, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the mess before her. Her throat closed up and she tried to move forward again, but the arm latched itself around her ribcage as the other barred down across her neck and shoulders. The body staggered her backward, wordlessly.

Tears began to well up in Hermione’s eyes, but she forced them back. She wasn’t one to cry in battle, but the confusion of the current situation bled through her skin and sanity. “The—they’re going to get hurt,” Hermione stammered. “They’re defenseless, they didn’t do anything—”

Theo, who had backed away along with Hermione (and Blaise, she had assumed) scoffed in her face, albeit a little distraught at seeing her tears. “Please, Granger, your precious Gryffindors are anything but defenseless—”

“Fuck them, Theo! It’s the mermen that are being attacked right now! Who knows if—if they have shelter or if anyone’s already been hurt! They’ve never been attacked before, at least I don’t think, but—”

Hermione cut off her panicked rant when she saw Theo’s eyes widen, and he looked behind her at Blaise, who had also frozen against her.

By the look in his eyes, it was not the mermen Theo held concern for.

“The…” He let out a breath of tension. “Malfoy, it’s the—”

And then a massive tentacle erupted from the surface of the water, sending everyone into a frenzy. Students screamed and ran back towards the castle as the professors gaped in shock at the deep green—nearly black—limb of Hogwarts’ resident giant squid rose high above, casting a great shadow over the courtyard, blocking out the afternoon sun.

Hermione remembered reading about the famous redwood trees in America. Known to be absolutely gargantuan—and secretly home to one of the seven secret societies of free elves and faeries. Her father had once gifted her a book on the world’s natural landscapes, and that was where she had seen her first and only picture of a redwood tree, a woman standing before it with her arms stretched out.

The giant squid’s tentacle was, as Hermione estimated in distress, about a size and a half larger than a redwood—and in its grip, writhing high, high, high in the air was one Ron Weasley, arms stretched out.

Harry, Ginny, Neville, and the other Gryffindors looked like flies. That was to say, until a second tentacle rippled out and gripped the end of Neville’s broom, sending the tumbling towards the dark abyss—

Until Snape’s Levicorpus pulled him away and into the growing group of professors.

Her friends now looked like atoms.

One by one, professors began to follow Snape’s lead. One by one, they pulled the Herbology students out from harm’s way, even as each struggled and threw hex after hex at the squid. The second everyone besides Ron was brought to the ground, the professors began their own attack on the squid and Hermione couldn’t look away.

She watched each spell land its blow, ripping open the slimy skin of the squid as it leaked a dark, violet liquid. Hermione didn’t physically hear anything but a low rumble, but she felt the ground quaking unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It rattled her very bones. The squid was hurt—and though she couldn’t make out the faces of her friends on the cliff across the way, she knew they all felt it too. Knew it too.

She heard McGonagall shout something but Hermione couldn’t make it out with the cacophony around her and the boys. Right after, though, the group of professors and Gryffindors let out a fierce mix of “Immobulus ” and “Incarcerous ” all at once.

They were met with a resounding silence, with only Ron’s sobbing filling the air. A muttered Levicorpus brought him back to land, and another united ��Stupefy!” made the squid drop. Wave after wave rushed at Hermione and the boys, but she didn’t really process it. Didn’t process Theo’s shouting, or that the body holding her rapidly dragged her up the hill, nearly carrying her.

All she could see was the group of Gryffindors enveloping Ron in a mammoth hug, collectively sobbing and cheering and fretting about—and here she was, leaning against two Slytherins with escaped tears tracking down her face. She once again saw her world as yet another disjointed triangle: the castle courtyard above, teeming with confused and apprehensive students; the cliff above and away to the east with her professors and friends; and then her, with Theo, Blaise, and—

Draco?

When had he even gotten here? Why was he holding her so tightly, and why did he have a purple bruise circling his eye?

Hermione stood up quickly in shock, not yet processing the fact that he had been the one to hold her back, to drag her up the hill, to let her take him to the ground with him as she fell and subconsciously offer her shelter with the curve of his own body.

His silver eyes tilted up to where she stood and locked with her hazel ones, equally as shocked, as if he himself couldn’t understand which ghost in Hogwarts had possessed him to do those things.

Those unnecessary, uninvited, awful, beautiful things.

Blaise cleared his throat and stepped forward towards Hermione, hands facing up towards her in caution. She must have been akin to a doe in headlights.

Hermione noticed that his hands were dripping with water. She looked down and saw his robes and pants were drenched, as well. All four of them, in fact, were soggier than Ron’s pancakes after he had been handed the syrup.

“Are you alright, Grang—”

Blaise was interrupted by Snape’s booming voice, amplified to reach every corner of Hogwarts’ grounds. “All students are to head directly back to their dormitories and remain there until instructed otherwise. If you are caught roaming the halls you will be in violation of your student code of conduct and each professor will be notified immediately. Three weeks of detention will be implemented—and owls will be sent back home.”

The last seven words emptied the courtyard within seconds. Silently, Draco stood up. The group trudged up the hill, entered through the same doors they had raced out of, and parted ways.

#the formatting is so weird #it looks better on ao3 #ao3 #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #blaise zabini #theo nott #morally grey hermione #ginny weasely #harry potter #hogwarts #dramione fandom have you read this #dramione fanfic #dramione fanfiction #dhr #rainreignrayn #obliviate #raynwrites

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kat-holden · 6 months

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I have been swinging between feeling horrible all day and thinking that I have been doing the same. How do I feel okay with this. I read the texts again, hoping that they were old messages, hoping that I missread them, but no. The things I want him to say to me, he said to the other girl. "I love you," "I will always be there for you." "I miss you."You look perfect.", "I want you."Everything is going to be okay."I want to spend my days with you looking at your beautiful eyes."

Why, why her? Why not me? What is so profoundly wrong with me that he can't say these things. I have tried, and I never stopped trying, not even when I communicated with you. I never ignored him and never withdrew my attention. Not when he was in America, nor when he came back home.

I should have seen it. When he said I looked weird with ginger hair, when he pushed me away day after day when I wanted affection. It is a vicious cycle. Last time when I was depressed he fell in love with her. And I am sure if I had given him the way out before we got married, he would have left.

I never told that to anyone, but she was invited to our wedding and I think she came too. I never told you that the night after our wedding I suspect he spent with her. And I kept ignoring it. How can I be so blind for so long?

All the times, he wouldn't look at me. All the times we went out, and he was elsewhere mentally. But I clung to the thought that he wasn't like that all the time. That we had our good moments no matter how rare.

But then he never comes to bed at night with me. I got to sleep and wake up alone. I sat in my room alone, and I had to beg for attention and split my time between him studying, his friends, and apparently a girl he loved more than me.

And yet, I feel like I don't deserve to feel upset. How could I since I had such chats with you. I had your name on my lips and your hands on my body. But I never allowed myself, not only because that was our understanding, but because I never wanted to substitute him, to say such things as he does to her.

I might miss talking to you, but purely because you quickly became my friend. Only because I know we are first friends and then whatever else there is.

Now I am alone. I am alone in my relationship. I am alone in a foreign house. I am alone in a city where I have no one. I am isolated, and the friends I have are his friends. The home I live in is his. The city I occupy is the one he chose and likes. I sit in this forsaken room, between the cursed walls, on the cold bed, and I wait. Wait for my turn for someone to care. For someone to see me.

I have become invisible again. I am no one and nothing. I am too bony, too flat chested, too harsh, too loud, I drink too much, I make him hate his home because I can't stand his mum. I am too much and I should change. Morph into something he likes.

For him, I existed in the 3 years he knew me. He keeps telling me we had to date longer. He keeps telling me we rushed getting married. And I kept ignoring it.

Please tell me, please, just I need to know - is it me? Am I wrong? Am I horrible to look at? What is wrong with me? Why does every person I meet and fall in love get so fed up with me and need someone else? Why is it the same thing over and over again?

Can I feel bad? Am I allowed to? How can I tell you all of this? I have to consider so many things. Your life, your feelings. You have so much on your plate right now that I feel this is not important. Besides, I don't want to ruin his however small friendship he has with other people. Who else is left? Last time when it happened, I told no one, and it destroyed me from the inside. I fear I will do the same.

You said, "Unless you do it, don't talk about suicide." Since I can't leave him, then I will take your advice and not talk, but do.

I will wait until after Christmas, I don't want to ruin that. And if everyone is fine by then. If people are genuinely happy without me. If he meets with this girl and they build a relationship, then I will be free to go, finally be successful at something in my life.

I have lived a life that should have ended 15 odd years ago. Feels like it's the right time to let go.

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