#they still follow our common mutuals as well.

[almondarcade]

i really just show up once every month to use this shit as a diary because i cant on twitter where people will see lmAO

[thebadboyfanclub]

Together As One (Daemon x Reader)

So this is more a twisted love type of hype, I hope you guys like the way I portrayed this request cause I wanted to give it more of a dark edge since Daemon is definitely a gray character. Hope you enjoy!

Mothers love their children, everyone could agree upon the unconditional love mothers held for their kind with no doubt in their hearts, songs, poems, plays, and any type of art one can think of have attempted to portray such devotion. None, however, could predict that some mothers have a certain type of fear for their child, like some whisper in the back of their heads warning them about the little glimpse in their eyes that was not like the stars but more of a scorching fire threading to burn everything.

That was the exact feeling Rhaenys had for her beloved daughter, the twin sister of Laenor, it would often baffle her how her husband could not see what was clearly there, (y/n) was always in competition with everyone about everything, the finest clothes belonged to her, she had to ride a dragon first, learn Valyrian faster.

Whilst Rhaenys prayed for her daughter's thirst to settle, the others praised her for her bravery, her determination, and her intellect, something that made (y/n) yearn for more.

“I would like to raise a toast to my dear brother, a married man to our future queen, may your wedlock be blessed with numerous children and a road paved with nothing but joy and success, Prince Daemon, hopefully you are next”

(Y/n) stood with a smile of triumph dancing on her lips before she raised her cup to gently take a sip, as she sat down Daemon's eyes followed her, he was well aware of her game, though he seemed unfazed and almost amused by her comment the truth laid somewhere deeper than the surface, not a single soul in this room would have been able to guess that the delighted twin of now future king consort was playing a game of cat and mouse with none other than prince daemon behind closed doors.

(Y/n) had been relentless in her ways to seduce Daemon, sneaking out at all hours of the night, sending people after him so she could know his whereabouts just so she could magically appear, the combination of sweet wine and her alluring voice was enough for Daemon to stumble and fall right on top of her, taking her for a ride to the addictive roads of lust.

She was stunning, flawless, a true Targaryen that screamed opulence and elegance with a face sculpted by the gods, the common folk would gush over the “oceans Angel” a nickname given by the realm for her angelic features, how would they know how dark her mind could get in order to make everyone yield before her?

-

“Mother”

“Dearest, how are you on this fine morrow?”

“I am well, the little one finally decided to let me get some rest”

“When I was pregnant with you I remember thinking you would kick your way out of my belly, the Apple does not fall far from the tree”

(Y/n)s daughter, Leora, leaned as much as she could to kiss her mother's cheek before she sat down next to her to break her fast, queen Alicent had already taken her seat along with her daughter Heleana and (y/n)s other son Elion, Alicent and (y/n) enjoyed each others presence, a mutual bond based on respect had been build over the years that was sealed by marrying Leora with Aegon and Elion with Heleana.

“The maester said you should drink more orange juice, it will help with the fatigue”

“As well as eat more meat, pregnancy is no easy task, you must be as strong as ever”

Alicent chimed, the birth of her second grandchild was one of the most important events, Alicent adored her first grandchild, beautiful Hael, a strong boy who was just now starting to learn how to walk, still, he had everyone wrapped around his finger.

“I appreciate your concerns but I am fine, healthy as a horse”

“It wouldn’t hurt, let us not risk it dearest”

“I thought once I get older I wouldn’t have to listen to my mother”

“Well I am sorry but that will never happen, drink”

(Y/n) had stepped up and appeared as the perfect mother, loving, kind, and caring, she did love her children, however, what she loved most was the things they could do for her, her firstborn daughter was now the wife of the king first born son, and her son was a strong, skill full knight that served the realm and came back in triumph, how could she not adore her perfect creations?

“How is the king?”

“I am afraid his health is decreasing, the maesters advise him to remain abed for the day”

“Rhaenyra will be questioned, he won’t sit this one out I am afraid”

“Ugh the precious Rhaenyra, I wish I could stay in my chambers until those god-forsaken days pass”

(Y/n)s smile was wiped from her face and in an instant it was replaced with an angry scowl, in a split second her hand had grasped her daughter, Leoras' eyes went wide with fear when they met the angry hues of her mothers.

“You mustn’t speak in such a way, I’ve taught you better”

Leora only nodded frantically, (y/n) had her own opinions over Rhaenyra, she however, knew better than to voice them, not even in such a secluded area of the palace, (y/n)s hold turned from forceful to a caress before she directed her eyes back to her friend and queen Alicent.

“Besides, the king will do as he wishes and if the gods bless him with the strength to stand he should be there, isn’t it right Alicent?”

“I couldn’t have phrased it better, my dear”

-

(Y/n) and Alicent were each other's shadows, one compelled the other and in the end one way or the other the result was one of their favor, (y/n) was disciplined and had mastered the act of a gracious and lovely princess, Alicent was strict and slipped under everyone’s nose as she cloaked herself with the act of a pious queen, the two of them had years up on the horse of being able to maneuver their way around the kingdom so the men would not suspect a damn thing.

Viserys had seemed to get worst which made him unable to attend even when Daemon and (y/n) went to his room to assist him, the king could not even sit up let alone walk, Daemon was disheartened, thankfully for him his dutiful and beautiful wife let him rest on her shoulder and like a soothing salve her encouraging words went over his wound of his beloved older brother nearing his end.

“My Love”

“(Y/n)? What- what has happened?”

“I apologize for waking you up my dear, it is your brother”

“Viserys? What about- no”

“My dear husband, you must be strong, I am so sorry”

(Y/n) grasped Daemon's hands tightly before she brought them up to her lips to kiss his knuckles, of course, she was one of the first to know, Alicent had rushed to her chamber and delivered the news herself, she had waited patiently as the king took his last breath, Alicent told no one, not even the maester, (y/n) had to know before anyone.

“Viserys”

Daemon had been taken over by his thoughts, they’ve always had their differences but at the end of the day, they shared the same mother and father, a bond that could never be broken, no matter how many times Daemon has run off he always ended up by Viserys side.

“My love, I understand that this is too much for you, however, we must prepare our daughter”

“What does Elora have to do with this?”

“She is to be queen, she needs her father”

“Queen? Have you gone mad?”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip in combination with her head tilting to the side, as if nothing but a mere candle lit her face Daemon could still identify the features that he so adored but now he could not wrap his head around what was his wife suggesting.

“My lord husband, King Viserys has left us, it is only natural for his son to succeed him”

“It is expected for his firstborn, Rhaenyra, to do so, not Aegon”

“Where is the princess? But in a place where she could have visited if she wished, when has she even attempted to come and visit her beloved father who was in agony all these years? She only came when her privilege was at risk and then blamed Alicent who has served by the king's side for his illness”

“This is not a matter to discuss”

“But it is, the gods know I loved Viserys and he had been good to me, but let us not forget he killed his first wife in his desperate attempt for a male heir, he remarried and Alicent gave him an heir and a spare and still it was not good enough, he passed by you and his sons to bury his guilt by calling Rhaenyra the heir, it wasn’t because he trusted her or because he saw something in her, he passed the title on to her because he did not trust you and then because he wanted to wash the blood of queen Aemmas from his hands”

Silence fell upon them, (y/n) pulled away from her husband and headed towards the door, as his hand rested upon the handle she turned her head back to lord husband who was visibly shaken, (y/n) might appear disheartened but she could detect that her monologue had started to creep on to Daemons heart.

“I love you with all my heart, that is why I shall leave you to grieve, if you wish to run to her I will…. Understand, it is not like I ever doubted the unconditional love you have for the realm delight, now might be your chance to pursue it”

Her tone was drowning in sorrow leaving Daemon with an unwavering sense of guilt in a dark room as his wife had disappeared to place her hand over a war of fire and blood, (y/n) was correct, Daemon did love Rhaenyra, still, he did not place his flame for her over what he had built with his wife over the years.

(Y/n) walked away with a smile of triumph, she had done her part flawlessly and now she was certain that Daemon would be by her side before the crown was placed on Aegons head, however, she did not have time to waste, Alicent and (y/n) were the ones to wake the new king and queen, preparing them for what they had destined to be.

“You may enter”

“Prince Daemon is asking to see his daughter and wife, alone”

(Y/n) stopped brushing her daughter's head, carefully placing the golden brush down before she looked down at her daughter who nodded in approval.

“Let him in, do not allow anyone to disturb us”

“Right away”

The girl curtsied as quickly as possible before she disappeared only to be replaced by none other than Daemon. (Y/n) took a sharp inhale through her nose once he entered the room, preparing herself for a mental battle, surprisingly when her eyes scanned for his she was met with a certain lightness, an ease to him that caught her by a pleasant surprise.

Instinctively a small smile played on her lips, her Daemon was dressed in his black attire, leather suited him, and his hair was pulled away from his face the way she always told him to do it.

(Y/n) was not made of stone, she might play like she is though her heart skipped a beat every time she was near her lord husband, Daemon was one of the very few people that (y/n) would throw herself in the fire, even though their love felt like the flames licked her back, that sweet pain of admiration and devotion that the poets would sing and the common folk would go mad.

“My dearest loves”

Daemon declared, that their daughter rose from her chair and ran to her father, she was always the one known to succumb to emotions and this time (y/n) could not scold her over it, Leora was her father's daughter, (y/n) might not have spoken over the matter only to allow the young girl the solidarity of her feelings, inside Leora was always waiting for her father to walk through this door.

“You look beautiful, a perfect gown for the queen”

“Father I-“

“Before I handed you over to Aegon I made you a promise, do you remember it?”

“I will do anything to see you happy”

“I will put myself through war if you tell me that this is what you want, all you have to do is say it”

Daemon was no fool, he was certain that the second that crown graced his daughter's head a war would nip their heels, Rhaenyra would not go down without a fight and that meant that Daemon would have to face her in battle, a battle he was willing to put for his lovely Leora.

“I want to be queen, I want Aegon to be our king”

“Very well, I wish you a fruitful reign, may the Gods smile down upon you”

‘May the Gods have mercy on us’ he thought, with a smile he brushed away those dark thoughts only to place a kiss on his daughter's forehead, a small part of him screamed that this was the right thing, his brother never thought he was good enough, now his brother was on the ground and his daughter was crowned queen and would carry on the legacy of the Targaryen name.

“Go on now, I want to have a word with your mother”

“I will be waiting for you”

Leora informed them before she gave them the privacy Daemon desired. (Y/n) stood as still as a statue, her heart pounding on her chest as her throat grew dry and scratchy, she was the master of composure up until now, faced with the only person who could make her waver.

“My beautiful, sweet lady wife, you spoke harshly last night”

“I spoke nothing but the truth”

She threw back in a cold tone. Daemon only smirked as he started to approach her, she did not dare to move, (y/n) was comforted by his light-hearted manner though there was an underlying mischief, Daemon was playing something, and (y/n) was left trying to catch up before it is too late.

Daemon stood before her, his arm finding her forearms and giving them a gentle squeeze, his eyes gazing back at hers with a glimmer that (y/n) had grown to yearn for, she despised the fact that she had to manipulate him like this, she was left with no other choice but to do this, a side of hers cursed the day Rhaenyras and Daemons fates met, this would have been so much easier had (y/n) been the only women Daemon loved.

“You are so bright, I am almost disappointed that you didn’t foresee this”

“The war?”

“No, me, you think I have not caught wind of all the scheming against Rhaenyra? The upbringing of my daughter to become the wife of my brother's firstborn son, putting our son on the sea the minute he was born to have better knowledge of anything driftmark related to gain the favor of your father, every step you so amazingly calculated with Alicent so you can get our family here”

“You have gone mad”

“I saw behind the facade and that makes you nervous, I was there with you every step of the way you mustn’t be frightened, I let you do all this for only one reason”

“Alright, let us entertain this absurd claim of yours, what is the reason?”

“Because I love you”

(Y/n) mouth slightly parted in shock, Daemon had professed his love for her on multiple occasions but the weight on this one was different, he had pulled what she thought was the perfect cover, leaving her bare in front of him, uncovering her thirst that she had kept away from everyone.

“I love you so much that I will let my daughter become the target on Rhaenyras mind, I will go against the woman that you think threatens your position in my heart, I will put myself in the sword before I let her even get one strand of your hair because you and our daughter want this”

“And you don’t? You always held a grudge over the fact that Viserys never declared you as his heir”

“My brother is dead now and because of you our child wishes to be a queen, I picked you as my second wife because I saw your strength, your determination, you need to come on top, that is the Targaryen fire through and through”

“You truly mean all this?”

“You are my lady wife, you gave me a home, now it is time to show the realm that we are the rightful heirs of the throne, together as one”

(Y/n) reached daemons lips for a passionate kiss, his hands slid down to her waist and pulled her as close as humanly possible, sharing this moment meant everything to (y/n), she had him devotedly by her side, he saw her true nature and walked straight into her fire, surrendering in her and even shielding her and her family.

“Let us find out daughter, I want us to be the ones to place the crown on her head”

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone else have that honor”

Requests are open!

[gurugirl]

The Ex | ex!harry

Summary: Harry's your ex-lover and you see him at a wedding after many years apart. You're both married but Harry proposes something that you have a hard time saying no to.

A/n: This will have a jucier, alternative ending but you'll only find it on Patreon! I consider this Tumblr version to be what happens in 'real life'. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3435

Warning: 18+ only, mentions of smut, emotional cheating, angst

You had no way of knowing he’d be there. But then again, he also had no clue that you would be there either.

You spotted one another right away. It was as if by magic something had drawn your eyes to his. He was already casting his gaze toward you, those soft green eyes taking you in as he held the hand of the woman to his right.

Your heart skipped a beat and looking at him again after all those years felt like there hadn’t been a day that aged him. He looked just as youthful and vibrant and handsome as ever. Dark curls placed carefully on top of his head in a flattering style, broad shoulders, a slender waist, and nicely fitted pants showing off what you remember being very sturdy and masculine thighs.

“Oh! Here are our seats!” Your husband, Les, spoke from your side and pulled at your hand, drawing your attention back to where it belonged.

You shook yourself of the direction your thoughts had been headed just before. What good did it do to remember how things were once upon a time? When you were young and in college, no kids or a career… things had been so different back then. And seeing your ex, the man you thought you’d marry, the one you thought would be by your side until you grew old and ugly…

“Are you okay, babe?” Les asked you with concern on his face.

“I’m fine… yeah! Just looking around and seeing a bunch of old faces. People I haven’t seen in years.”

You were at a friend’s wedding. Someone you, by some miracle, had stayed in touch with since high school. You had grown apart from Seria over the years but she still invited you to her wedding and you couldn’t imagine missing it even though you had to find an overnight sitter for your two kids and drive five hours to a different state to attend. Something told you it would be worth it.

You turned slowly to glance around the room again, your wine glass in hand and caught his eye again. The woman he was seated next to was as lovely as she was when you first met. You remembered her. She was in your senior graduating class. An acquaintance. Someone that Harry had grown close to but that you hadn’t gotten to know all that well. At first, her presence didn’t threaten you. But after you all graduated she and Harry became inseparable and he slowly began spending less time with you and more time with her. They had a lot in common, as you recall. They were both music majors, they’d write music together and play at bars in tiny scraped-together bands occasionally.

You found out on accident about how serious he was about her. No one thought you didn’t know.

You had visited a mutual friend’s apartment and stopped in for tea and a little chat. Sarah had a whiteboard hung up on her front door, facing the inside. People would write on it. Doodle pictures, scrawl their names in different colors, or just leave funny messages.

You didn’t take note of the whiteboard at first but when you sat down on Sarah’s couch you looked up at it and saw what had been written in black with red hearts all around.

harry + ginny = really good stuff

It took you a moment to let it all sink in after you saw that. You and Sarah made small talk but you couldn’t stop thinking about what was written on the whiteboard. And the hearts all around it told you it meant more than just something friendly. So you had to interrupt and ask, “Is that… my Harry?” You already knew the answer.

Sarah followed your gaze to the whiteboard and she let out a small gasp, “Oh! I forgot that was there. Are you okay about all this? I know it’s still fresh. You and Harry were together for years.”

“Am I okay about what? What’s fresh?” You began to feel yourself tremble and your heart was racing. You were suddenly having a hard time taking in any new information because it all came crashing down on you at that very moment. The reality of what was going on. You were the last to know about Harry and Ginny. He hadn’t even had the balls to break it off with you first.

You hardly remember leaving Sarah’s apartment after she told you that they’d been dating, and from what she said, rather openly. No one had bothered to talk to you about it. Everyone just assumed you knew.

Of course, you went directly to Harry’s apartment and found Ginny there already. They hadn’t been doing anything bad when you barged in. Ginny was on his couch with a notebook in hand and Harry was on the floor with a guitar in his arms.

He looked up at you from his spot on the floor and it’s like you blacked out. You can’t quite recall what was said but in the end, he wound up telling you the truth. That he’d fallen in love with Ginny and he was going to tell you soon but that he didn’t know how because he didn’t want to hurt you.

After that, you still saw Harry. He was part of your friend group and so it was inevitable that you’d run into him from time to time. After a couple of years, things were fine between you two and you’d met Les. You’d both moved on. Things had changed. And then you moved away with Les and you got pregnant, twice, and now six years later, here you were again looking at the man who once was your everything. He’d broken your heart but you were both so young and dumb back then that it was all but forgotten.

The past was the past, but you could still feel that small clench in your heart at how things had ended with Harry.

More drinks were drunk, snacks were served, and dancing commenced… the night was fun. Les was hilarious. He was an awful dancer but he insisted on taking you to the floor with him. You both laughed and swayed to the music in the crowded spot in the hall designated for dancing.

And as much fun as you were having you couldn’t stop thinking about or catching glimpses of Harry. It appeared he couldn’t get you off his mind either. It was rather flattering in a way. To have him looking at you from across the room. The subtle smiles and nods. You felt really good about keeping your distance, though. Even though at the very end of everything, you and Harry were on good terms and had been friendly, it had been so long. Too long. You felt there was no use in having a chat. Nothing good would come of it. You’d grown apart. Lives took separate paths. Old exes at a wedding had no good reason to catch up when you’d likely never see one another ever again. It was easier to stay away. Better for everyone.

Les ordered another round of whatever he’d been drinking and suddenly wasn’t feeling so hot. You both sat at your table with a couple of the other guests who were still there. Many were dropping like flies, as tends to happen at weddings. Luckily the hotel was connected to the reception hall so getting Les to your room was not that difficult.

You knew you should have stayed with him. Just called it a night and tucked in for your early morning back home to pick up your children. But against your better judgment, you decided on just one more drink.

The band was still playing, slower music than when you’d left. Most of the tables were empty as people mingled and danced slowly. You sat at the bar and searched the room for Harry. You figured he and Ginny had gone to their room, or back home depending on how far away they lived from the venue. It was nearly midnight. The band would wrap up in a half hour and that would be that.

You sighed and turned back to face the bar and sipped your last glass of wine of the night. You’d said your hellos to everyone you wanted to. Except Harry. Deep down you really did want to say hi to him but you knew better. There was something that was telling you to keep your distance and you were glad for it. Maybe it was subconscious or perhaps there were still feelings there after all this time. You knew the truth. But you weren’t ready to admit any of that to yourself.

“Hi, Sunshine.”

You felt a wave of heat and excitement thrum through your bones. It was him. He used to call you Sunshine. Sunny. Used to sing You Are My Sunshine to you every day.

You turned to see Harry taking the chair next to you at the bar, “Hi, Harry.”

You took him in. All of his handsome face. Those pink lips you used to nibble, the nose you used to smush yours into for wispy nose-tip kisses. His intense gaze was just as it had been all those years before. You wanted to reach your fingers out and stretch them over his jawline and feel the stubble on the pads of your fingers. He was so grown up. So unchanged and yet more mature. More handsome in some ways.

He drew his arm along the back of your chair and leaned in close as he spoke to you as if you two were a couple. As if nothing had ever come between you nearly 8 years prior, “You are more beautiful than I even remember, Sunny. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you at least once.”

You hadn’t expected him to let that be his leading comment. The first thing spoken to you in so long. But Harry didn’t follow conventions or rules. He never had. So it shouldn’t have surprised you that his first comment to you was how he thought about you every day. You wondered if that was true. Because there were days you thought about Harry still too. It wasn’t every single day. Some days he didn’t cross your mind at all. But of course, you did often think of him.

“I doubt that, Harry. You’re still big on flattery, I see,” you smiled shyly and peeled your eyes away from his to sip your wine.

When his thigh brushed into yours you could smell his cologne. It was different than what he wore in college. It was more grown up. Smelled expensive. Smelled more like something Harry should wear, “I wrote a song about you not too long ago. Ginny doesn’t know, but it brought back a lot of old memories.”

His voice was soft and deep and the timbre traveled from your ear down to your neck and your bare shoulder. You swallowed thickly and dared to turn to look at him again, knowing he was too close. Knowing what this would look like if anyone were to see you two.

“Where is Ginny?”

Harry’s small grin widened and his eyes sparkled as he looked down at your lips and shook his head, “In our room. She was tired. Just like I imagine Les is in yours.”

You blinked and looked away. You were flying too close to the sun, you knew it. This was dangerous territory and Harry was orchestrating something very wrong. Something you’d only regret. But you weren’t doing anything to stop it. Maybe curiosity had you sticking around. Maybe it was for old time’s sake. Or maybe it was just that you missed him and missed this and missed the way things had been.

You didn’t know how to respond but your body was on fire. Harry’s warm leg was pressed into yours and his large frame practically had you caged in. You loved it.

“Look at me, Sunshine,” he whispered as he softly touched your chin and nudged your face toward his, “There we go. Remember that time we loaded up my old Bronco and drove straight through to San Francisco? Thought we were gonna find an apartment and live like hippies in the big city and just write and paint and make music and that’s how we’d make all our money?”

You laughed and nodded, “I do. But instead, your Bronco broke down in Oakland at 3 am and we had to stay the night in the back of your car and get a tow back home.”

Harry laughed through his nose as he nodded his head, eyes still pinned to yours, “Wish it would have worked out between us. I miss all the fun we used to have. Me and you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but you were stuck. He was laying it on thick. He was never one to beat around the bush. He hadn’t changed. It was part of what drew people to him. His magnetism. His confidence.

“Don’t you miss it, Sunny?” He brushed his knuckle over your wrist and you inhaled sharply. Just the smallest touch had you spiraling. You would have to fight your way out of his trance if you intended on not allowing this to go any further.

You shook your head and looked down at your lap, “I don’t know, Harry.”

“We’d stay up all night making love until the sun came up. Miss classes. Skip out on parties we promised people we’d go to. Just in our own world all the time. It never got boring with you. For years we were like that. It’s never been like that with anyone else. All that passion we had, Sunny. My Sunshine girl. Never.”

You sighed and… yes. You did recall all that passion. And it was true. For nearly four years you and Harry were insatiable. It was like every day was your first date. Your first time. Like you were still getting to know one another after all those years. Sex had never been better. Harry was your best by far. You didn’t like to compare anyone to him but that’s only because it made you miss him. Made you miss the way you felt. Missed that lust and that passion and the vulnerability.

“I know you know what I mean,” Harry slid his hand down to your thigh discretely. No one in the room could see but you knew he was touching you in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. In a way that was only reserved for your husband. Felt that familiar, big palm spread over the expanse of your soft thigh, his thumb lightly grazing the bottom hem of your dress.

“Harry…” you breathed his name in warning.

“My Sunshine, girl,” he spoke the pet name back to you without an ounce of teasing. He was perfectly clear in what he wanted. And even though he hadn’t said it outright, there was no denying it.

“I’m married.” You reasoned weakly as you let your gaze rove his features and drop to his plush lips.

“So am I.” He squeezed your thigh and your limbs were on fire. You didn’t know how to escape the moment. You didn’t know if you wanted to. He was “the one who got away”. Even though everything hurt when it happened and he’d done you wrong, you’d long ago forgiven him and now it was just two old lovers feeling that same heat and desire they once felt. Some things from the past could be forgotten. But the way things felt between you, that constant spark, the wild lust every single day for all those years would never be forgotten.

You still dreamed about him. Would wake up hot and panting and roll over to see Les fast asleep with his face tucked into his pillow and you’d close your eyes and remember the time… Remember his voice and his hands and the way he made you feel. How free and exciting life was with Harry.

And it was all coming back to you in an insane, surreal, mind-bending rush. Everything about him was the same as it was before you graduated college. Before he fell for Ginny. Before you two grew apart and you got married and moved away. You could almost taste the skin on his hips near his laurel tattoos. Could smell the scent of his sex mixed with yours. Could hear the laughs and the moans and neighbors beating on the wall telling you to keep it down. Could feel the way you loved him once upon a time, the way he loved you so deeply it scared you. Loved you so much you never could imagine that he’d ever love another.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind,” you whispered with a grin.

He shook his head, “I’ve never been more clear-headed in my life.”

You licked your lips and closed your eyes. Every time you thought you’d wake up from the dream you felt him move against you, felt his fingers on your skin and you were continuously dropped down into your seat at the bar at your friend’s wedding with your ex at your side and his words snaking into your ears.

The only thought that kept you grounded was knowing that there was nowhere for him to take you that was private. Because that had already, obviously, crossed your mind. To have another taste. One last time just for old-time’s sake. But it seemed impossible. It seemed ridiculous to even entertain. And yet there you were.

“Remember that small room with the table and chair on the second floor of the library we used to go to? Had a lock,” Harry’s warm hand stayed on your thigh as he spoke.

You did remember that. You found a room in the 2nd-floor corridor that connected to a small hallway off the library. The hallway had four doors. They were all locked but one of them just so happened to unlock if you lifted the knob upward and jiggled it just right. The room was bare of furniture except a small wooden table pushed against the wall and a fabric swivel chair with wheels. Both of which you learned to make good use of. It wasn’t hard to find a use for random surfaces with Harry back then.

Nodding and squinting your eyes at the man you spoke, “Of course I do.”

“I want to get you alone in a room again,” he lowered his voice and leaned in so that his voice was close and the front of his shoulder was pressed into the back of yours, “Just one more time. Something just for you and me, Sunny. I miss you.”

You couldn’t believe the way he’d gotten you worked up in almost no time. The way you still reacted to him and the need crawling up your spine made you dizzy.

“There’s no place to go here, Harry. No free room. We can’t anyway… you know we can’t,” you looked at his face and held your breath. You couldn’t do this. It was wrong.

“We can find something. A hidden spot where no one will ever know.”

You looked away from his fierce gaze and down at your glass. You swallowed thickly and shook your head as you reluctantly pulled yourself from his side and stepped off the stool, “Harry. We can’t. I have kids. My husband is… I love him. I don’t love you anymore. I could never forgive myself.”

He clenched his jaw as he nodded, “No one would know.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. You could tell he knew this wasn’t going to happen.

“I would know,” you dropped some cash on the bar and looked back at Harry as you squeezed his shoulder, “But it does feel good to know that you regret replacing me with someone else even after all this time.”

As you walked away you took a deep breath and smiled to yourself. You could have said yes. Could have found yourself in some room or bathroom stall with him getting exactly what you knew he could deliver. But you didn’t regret saying no. You didn’t regret walking away from him. It felt good to have the upper hand. Something you had no idea that you’d had all along. The man who you thought you’d lost really turned out to be the man who’d lost you.

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[suugarbabe]

Lover

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Warning: mutual pining, fluff

AN: this idea came from @annaisabookworm so thank you love for the idea 🤭

You were sat at your house table, leg bouncing uncontrollably as your headmaster discussed the N.E.W.T level classes your year was due to start next week. It was the first dinner and you were already a nervous wreck. A sudden hand on your knee stopped your shaking, “You’re gonna churn the pudding with how hard your leg is jumping, y/n/n.” You turned to face the hands owner, “Sorry, Teo. S’just, these new classes this year have me a bit shook.” Mattheo smiled at you, “You’re like, the smartest Slytherin there ever was. You put too much pressure on yourself.”

You scoffed a little at his compliment, “Come of it, am not.” You ignored his latter comment, choosing to suddenly be very interested in the bowl of potatoes in front of you, scooping half onto your plate. Theo and Enzo stopped eating in front of you, eyes growing a bit large. You glared at them, “Something to say?” They looked at each other, then back to you, shaking their heads. The headmaster announced curfew for the night, encouraging all the students to indulge in the food in front of them, which most everyone did. You pushed the potatoes around your plate, barely eating. “If yer just playing wiff ‘em can I ‘ake a few,” Enzo held his fork over your plate, cheeks stuffed to the brim with chicken and beans. You rolled your eyes, pushing your plate towards him.

Blaise leaned in from your other side, “Ya sure your good, y/n/n?” You nodded, standing up, “I think I’m just gonna go back to the common room and chill out for a bit. See you guys there?” Your friends all mumbled forms of goodbye. You looked to Mattheo, who just gave you sympathetic eyes. You returned the look before turning back towards the doors and making your way to the common room.

“Ya gonna go ‘fter ‘er mate?” Enzo looked up from his plate towards Mattheo. “You know it’s vile when you talk with food in your mouth,” Mattheo didn’t even look in his direction, still staring at the doors of the great hall you had just walked through. “You know he’s right, cousin,” Draco piped up for the first time of the evening, “watching you pine after her for years is right boring at this point.” Mattheo turned his head then, “I do not pine after y/n. She’s my best friend, all of our friend mind you. I’m just worried about her. Sure, she gets anxious but it seems a little different today. I just care.”

Blaise groaned, rolling his eyes, “Come now, bruv.” Mattheo finished his meal in silence, refusing to respond to any more of his friends' teasing. He walked back to the common room in a daze, mind filled with thoughts of you. You’d been part of the group since everyone’s first ride into Hogwarts. Mattheo had known Theo, Enzo and Blaise nearly his entire life, their parents either being death eaters for his father or a loyal follower and Draco, well, he was Mattheo’s cousin so he was forced to know him his entire life. The five boys nearly missed the first train because they were goofing off on the platform, causing them to not find an empty compartment for themselves. Theo had suggested the one you were sitting in, saying you were cute. He immediately tried to hit on you like he’d seen older boys do with girls, but you had whipped out your wand and bound him. It was highly impressive for a first year, and Mattheo was obsessed. Theo apologized, you ignored him, and then you allowed the rest of the group to join you nonetheless.

Mattheo wasn’t exactly sure when the lines blurred from best friend to full on heart wrenching in love with you. It was always sort of there in his mind, that you were special…different. If he had to put a timeline on when he actually recognized a change in his feelings it would be about three summers ago, when you had asked everyone to come to your parents house for two weeks during the holiday. Mattheo had only ever interacted with you at school, in the castle. You weren’t old enough to go to Hogsmead until the following year so he never really got to see you in a non-school environment. And it was…nice, different. Something that he could see himself enjoying often. The next school year after that nearly all the boys noticed a difference in how Mattheo responded to and acted towards you. You, however, appeared to remain clueless. Mattheo almost preferred it that way, until he could really know how you felt towards him, if it were the same as himself.

When the boys entered the common room, it appeared completely empty. That was, except for a cloud of smoke rising from one of the back couches, followed quickly by a row of rough coughs coming from deep in your throat. Mattheo was by your side quicker than Draco on a snitch, ripping the cigarette from between your fingers, “What the bloody hell are you doing with one of these?” You remained laying on the couch, catching your breath, “Okay, one: that was rude of you to just snatch that from me like that. Two: nearly all of you guys do it. You always tell me it helps you relax, so…I stole some from Teddy’s nightstand.”

“Heeyy…that’s my emergency stash,” Theo was pouting, now sitting under the end of your legs. You sighed, rubbing your temples, “This is an emergency, Teddy…I’m buggin. Stressed out of m’fucking mind.” Mattheo threw the cig in the fireplace going behind him, Theo’s opened his mouth to complain again but the look on Mattheo’s face made him sink back into the sofa silently. Mattheo turned to you, holding his hand out palm up, “C’mon, grumpy, come with me.” You looked up at him, grabbing his hand, “Where we goin’?” His dimpled popped with his smile, “You know where.” You sat up now, swinging your legs down and placing your feet on the ground, “Carry me?”

He turned around, squatting down in front of you. He hooked his elbows over your thighs and around your knees while you wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your face in the crook of his neck. You giggled as he hiked you up higher and got a better grip on your thighs. Behind you Draco made a gagging face before Blaise playfully shoved his shoulder. The boys’ voices slowly drowned out as Mattheo carried you through the portrait hole, down the corridors and through the courtyard, all the way to the edge of what you both had designated as your spot: the black lake.

When he finally let you down from his back, you took your wand out, transfiguring a patch of grass into a quilt for you both to sit comfortably. Mattheo sits down first, beckoning you to follow suit. You settle between his legs, your elbows resting on his bent knees while he leaned back on his hands. You looked over the lake, it was your favorite to do at night, especially when stressed or anxious. You loved seeing the stars reflected on the water, dancing with the shifts and ripples from the creatures.

You felt Mattheo’s arms wrap around your middle, his chest now pressed against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulders, “Feeling less grumpy?” His tone was slightly teasing, but you knew he was curious about your real answer. That’s how Mattheo was, hiding his true feelings behind teasing and sarcasm. It was frustrating sometimes, made him hard to read, but right now you were thankful for it.

“A little less grumpy, yes,” you smiled into your answer, eyes still on the lake in front of you. “How’d you know this would help, hmm?” Mattheo held you a bit tighter, “Cause I know you, y/n/n. You’re my best friend.”

Friend. The word made you want to vomit. But instead of reacting you just settled further into him. “Why were you trying to smoke earlier?” You sighed, “I told you, I was just trying to relax.” You felt Mattheo shake his head, “You really shouldn’t smoke. It’s terrible for you, ruins your lungs.” You scoff, “Rich comin’ from you don’t ya think?” You felt his laugh against your back, “Yeah, but you’re better than me. Always have been. Don’t start stooping to my level now.”

You shook your head, “Don’t talk bad about yourself, Teo. I’ll make you sit out here and listen to me go on and on about all the good things about you and get all sappy just like you hate.” He laughed against you again, you both falling into a comfortable silence. Mattheo wanted to hear everything you had to say, what good things you could come up with. In his mind the list was short. You were leaning into him now. He shut his mind off, focusing just on the water in front of him.

You two sat there for a while, until you started to shiver and Mattheo convinced you to go back inside. He carried you back like before, except this time you rested your head on his back, trying your best not to fall asleep wishing you meant more to him than just a friend.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hello pardon me just passing through but I just imagined Peach and BlackBerry arguing while reader is watching all stressed out and the normal milk character just whisks them away promising comfort

Tfw when you're just a cute little farmer trying to get your neighbors with fat crushes on you to get along, but the only thing they have on common besides their obsession with you is that they'd kill each other as soon as you turn your back- [I have so many pretty cow ladies oml]

-

"What are you doing here?

"I could ask you the same thing."

This wasn't going well. You hoped they'd at least make out it to the field before they started picking fights. Both were well aware that the other would be here - you told them so in the invitation. They most likely overlooked that tidbit in favor of spending time with you. If only their mutual interest in you led to a more positive connection.

Peach scoffs. "I'm here because my babe asked me to help them out. You think I'd be out here in these shoes for any other reason? I'm more ssurprised to see you out of your coffin so early in the day."

"Like you won't be gone the second you get a little dirt under your nails. You're so clingy can't you just let them have a single moment with someone else without you hovering over them?"

"Nope. If I did that - you might actually think you have a chance with them."

What could've possibly made this seem like a good idea? You thought you'd be killing two birds with one stone by inviting them out to the farm - seeking to help qwell their rivalry by asking them to help you with your last bit of chores. You requested their assistance with picking crops as it was one of few tasks Peach would do without complaining and the harvest would make for a well deserved reward for their efforts. It was a perfect plan in theory. Execution was another story.....

Good thing you invited others to join you.

"Farmer!"

A pair of strong arms pluck you off your feet and against the chest of the bull woman who's heart pounded loudly in her chest from her race from her truck to you. Oil rubs off on your shirt and sticks to your skin as she presses you tightly to her - tail smacking your tight as another, quieter pair of footsteps approach from the direction she came. A gloved hand taps her shoulder - gentle eyes gazing over her shoulder at you with fondness.

"Good afternoon, Farmer. We would have came sooner, but this one refused to shower before leaving her shop. I had to take her keys just to get her into the bathroom, and yet she's still a mess. At least the chance of a grease fire has been reduced.

"Ah, I keep tellin' ya it's a waste of time. We could've spent the whole morning with them if you hadn't forced me to wash up.

An unlikely pair these two made - a prim and proper maid, and the grease junkie king of the local junkyard. Ginger lived for creating messes, and Milk enjoyed cleaning them up. Their union was uncommon, but they could safety call one another allies especially when it came to you.

"Ginger! Milk! I'm so glad you guys could make it, thank you so much for coming."

"It's our pleasure..." Milk looks past you, pointing at the two still bickering at your doorstep. "Will those two be joining us?"

You glance back at Peach and Blackberry.

"You must think you're sooo perfect. Won't have that pretty face to hide behind when I skin it off you."

"Was that a threat? Are you threatening me? So you know how many chances I've had to get rid of you? You're lucky I even let you step foot on their property."

"You're lucky I let you breathe the same air as us."

You quickly turn away as Peach screams in frustration"I don't think so...."

Ginger chuckles - her hands falling to your waist and locking on. "More for us then. Let's get this show on the road."

"Wha- Hey!" Laughter bursts from your chest as Ginger scoops you up and throws you onto her shoulder - wrapping her thick arms around your legs to keep you in place. Milk picks up the basket you brought out with you and follows behind the two of you as Ginger matches towards the field. The maid places her hand on your back to keep you stable as the mechanic pumps her fist in the air in celebration. Your smiling face as you're carried off is captured by the two left alone on your porch who briefly paused their argument to gain your input on the issue at hand. They look at each other, then Ginger's truck.

"...... Twelve o'clock. I'll slash the tires if you break the windows."

"Deal."

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I generally don’t like to add on to these pile on articles about a particular situation. But damn that article about keeping Harry’s appearances to a minimum or rather very tightly controlled is uh wild. I always say there are 4 types of “leaks”. 1. The out of no where leak (unexpected) 2. The planted leak about info they want out 3. The rebuttals leak. And lastly: 4. The reality leak. Now Meghan always plays in the second and third category. It’s been her MO for years now, Harry on the other hand often times really only plays in the third category. He very clearly wants to be perceived in a very certain way by a specific set of people. Now on occasion we’ve seen number 1 happen but it was disguised or viewed as 2 or 3 depending on who you ask (megxit//oprah//lawsuits for Harry). Even rarer are leaks that fall into category 4. The dress was the first big one, then it was the frogmore neighbor paper thing and then it stopped for a little bit while they moved to the states, and then came Spotify and now, this. And I guess I’m just struck at the accuracy and devastation that these particular leaks caused. They became points of fixation for both Harry and Meghan and your blog has done a great job at tracking their individual reactions to them. The common denominator between all of them is the third party in which they came from, a non family member who was either directly or very closely associated with the core situation. These armor piercing stories seem to be, in hindsight, axis tilting turning points where huge decisions are made. (‘leaving the royal family or launching the ARO brand). Which to me begs the question, what is the irrational decision Harry will make next? Because the reality behind closed doors for Harry is likely much darker than he lets on. The article was certainly a category 4 disguised as a category 3 to respond to speculation relating to his invictius games status.

All in all, I suspect that ARO was very hastily launch, which is why there’s been no follow up or plan. The shows likely tick a box for Netflix to pay the final installment owned, while Harry and Meghan are trying to quell speculation that the relationship with the streaming giant has soured. But most importantly I really think that people aren’t picking up the phone for him any longer and the military has likely been more vocal behind closed doors, which puts him in a very very big bind. Which is only going to be further enlarged, because ex military men don’t play polo. It is a notorious rich persons sport, something that fits very well into the ARO brand Meghan is aiming for, but falls very short of the person Harry views himself as (‘hero Harry). Harry has lost the ability for them to peacefully co exist. His behavior over the last 4 years, and their mutual statements together have forced him to choose one. So now rehabbing one image will always mean the eroding of the other. I still think he wants to do both but I think after the Netflix series fails, we’ll see him drop polo all together and try and go all in on IG again, but unfortunately by that time IG will have moved on out of necessity.

Polo is a rich person's sport but polo also isn't a thing here in the US. Unless you live in the tony old-school old-money enclaves where people are playing polo (Santa Barbara, Charleston, the Hamptons, and Miami, for example), polo just isn't on your radar here in the US like it may be in the UK.

If Harry and Meghan really wanted to get in with the rich American folks - like the billionaires, the Hollywood A-List, the politicians, the industry titans - the golf course is where they need to be.

But he's not interested in that. Harry's not interested in anything American except using our first amendment to control what people say about him. He's the worst kind of immigrant.

[creature-wizard]

The deal with New Age, in a nutshell

New Age, neopaganism, and witchcraft are neither synonymous nor mutually inclusive. Anyone who says they are either hasn’t done their research, or is lying to you.

New Age comes from Theosophy, a movement started by Helena Blavatsky, a white woman whose mission was ostensibly to seek out the perennial philosophy in the world’s religions. However, plenty of evidence points to Blavatsky being less than honest.

Helena Blavatsky was racist as fuck. She presumed to know what the traditions of non-white people were about better than they did themselves. She also wasn’t shy about referring to POC as s*v*ges. Some of her fans claim that she wasn’t actually racist because she had positive things to say about some POC, but she was basically painting them as pure and uncorrupted by civilization, so... still racist.

She was also into that gender essentialism that TERFs love oh so much - for example, she claimed that the goats of Thor’s chariot represented male power, while the reins that held them in place represented the female principle. Because, you know, women are passive yet restrain men from running absolutely wild.

Seriously if you have any doubt that this woman’s mind was full of rancid garbage, just flip through Isis Unveiled and The Secret Doctrine for yourself; they’re literally free online.

The term “New Age” refers to what Helena Blavatsky called the Fifth Round (supposedly, we’re currently in the Fourth Round). Basically she believed that humanity is on a path of spiritual evolution, and that we’re about to enter a new phase in our evolution. This right here is the core tenet of New Age belief.

Entering the Fifth Round basically entails most of humanity dying off, leaving behind those enlightened (particularly by Blavatsky’s teachings) enough to become the fifth root race; IE, the progenitors of the next wave of humanity.

This is literally spiritual eugenics.

Helena Blavatsky didn’t invent Nazism but boy howdy did Nazis love her ideas, which should tell you a lot about what she peddled.

Like any other religious movement, New Age has evolved over time and not all members believe the exact same things. However, they pretty much all believe that getting on the spiritual evolution train means following their practices and subscribing to their beliefs.

Modern New Agers still perpetuate colonialism by presuming to understand what other people’s religious traditions are about better than they do.

Modern New Agers are huge fans of the ancient aliens hypothesis, which has always been racist bullshit.

So yeah, it’s still spiritual eugenics, and it’s still racist as hell.

They are constantly spiritualizing health conditions. Like being tired and sad all the time is supposedly an “ascension symptom.” Tinnitus is supposedly the universe trying to communicate with you. Symptoms of autism and ADHD supposedly mean you’re a starseed, indigo child, crystal child, or whatever else.

Starseeds, supposedly, are alien beings who have incarnated into human bodies in order to help Earth ascend by spreading New Age teachings. Basically, they’re missionaries from space.

New Agers claim starseeds were attested in many ancient traditions (especially Egyptian and Mesoamerican), but not a single one of them can produce a single scrap of evidence to substantiate this. (Literally the oldest text I’ve ever been able to locate that contains anything resembling a starseed is The Martian, an 1898 fiction novel.)

See how the racism just keeps compounding?

New Age is deeply tied into right wing conspiracy theories. The New Age to alt right pipeline is well-documented phenomena.

New Agers push spiritual bypassing and toxic positivity like whoa nelly. Some of them are worse about it than others, but it’s an extremely common thing.

A lot of them believe in what’s in The Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean (not to be confused with The Emerald Tablet), a text that popped up in the early 20th century and claims a guy from Atlantis took over Egypt and taught them Atlantean spirituality. (This is very much in contradiction to what Plato said about Atlantis and Egypt, btw.)

New Agers are deeply into the Law of Attraction, which derives from New Thought, which is basically what happens when a bunch of rich fucks who don’t understand economics decide to spiritualize wealth.

And of course, there are the SCAMS. New Age is absolutely rife with scams, from people selling chunks of glass as powerful crystals for hundreds of dollars (the so-called “Andara crystals”), to people claiming to have “ancient wisdom” or “Native wisdom” they just made up, to all kinds of medical scams.

So yeah, no, there’s no good reason to respect New Age beliefs, because they are rancid.

[melody-starlight]

🎉🎆🎇HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024!!! 🎇🎆🎉

This is some sort of a special thing (with @sirensea14 cause she is by far one of the best friends I ever had in my life, she made me smile multiple times, she made me happy when I was feeling upset, I thought I would be completely alone, but I am so relieved to know that I wasn't- tysm Siren <333 and I hope you will like the gift I made for you 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🥹)

I also wanna thank my other amazing friends/mutuals who made me smile this year! ♡♡♡

@potatoreak aaaaaa where do I begin?? Reak you are one of the sweetest and kindest friends and Moots I have ever met!! 🥺🥺 I can't thank you enough for making me smile when I need it!! I would never the art trade we made together! ;w; you seriously mean a lot to me!! And I hope you are having a great new year!! >w<

@lunarshadow04 eeeee!! I smiled a lot when you followed me!! And your responses to my fan arts always made my days better qwq I appreciate it so much more than anything!! I hope we can get along well and maybe we can become friends <333 you are an awesome bean!!

@tired-writer-in-progress TOGO!!! The art trades we did together! And we have a lot in common :D you are so talented girl!! I mean it!! Your Ocs are pretty cute and lovely!! Keep it up togo!! You will become one of the greatest artists one day!! Never give up!! >:3

@playingwithmatchboxes Sis, I know you left tumblr, but I would never forget everything you've done for me, that one wholesome rp we did together, you cherished me, supported me, listened to me when I needed, you were literally a big sister that I wished I had in my life <333 I am not sure when we will meet up again, but I hope to see you soon big sis, please take care of yourself and I hope 2024 will be a great for you and your family 💗💗💗💗

@grim-ghou1 awww one of my wholesome mooties 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 you are pretty wholesome yourself!! >:3 keep up being cool!! Thank you so much for tagging me in posts that made me smile <333 you made me feel a lot better and I hope we can get to know more each other ^w^

@herr-aka-somecutenerd HERR!!! I know we didn't talk to each other a lot, but i am glad that we followed each other few years back then!! I love your art sm and I am happy to know that we both cherished our F/Os and our aesthetics together <33 ☆☆☆ you were very kind to me :,3 I I would never forget that! <33

@overanalyst556 we only each other not long ago but you were fun to talk!! Thanks for the lovely asks you sent me and I really enjoyed them a lot <333 I hope we can get closer! :)

@joficeandwind HEWO THERE MY DUDE!! LISTEN TO ME!! DON'T GIVE UP!! if you have a talent! Don't waste it!! Do anything that you enjoy and that you love the most!! I believe in you!! And I know you will do great things!! Have a faith in yourself!! And you will be proud of yourself >:)

@mochlinathecuphead241 MOCHA <333 I loved your art months ago and I am happy that I followed you to the day!! <333 you deserve all the support from other people!! Thank you for making me smile and you have such a great talent!! Your OCs are so lovely and they have a great design and story!! Looking forward to hear more about their lore!! <333

@cupsie AAHHHH ONE OF MY EARLIEST FOLLOWERS HERE!! ♡♡♡♡♡ I can't thank you enough for your support for my drawings and making me feel more encouraged about my stuff ;w; I love your OCs!! It was so fun drawing them!! And OCs interaction made me happier than before!! ♡♡♡ ✨️🥰🥰 I hope I can make more fan arts for you and keep up with your awesome drawings!!

@mytherbalegwladys hello!! Tysm for following me back and I still had fun with art collab last time!! Tysm for the fan arts you made for me and I love your art sm!! You are a super talented and creative artists 💗💗💗💗🤍🤍🤍

@alice-the-kittycat-yt ALICE!!! I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR DRAWING MY SONA MELODY <333 🎵 🎶💜💜💜💜💜 YOU MADE ME SMILE AND YOU MADE MY CHRISTMAS DAY SM BETTER!!! YOUR ART IS WONDERFUL AND I HOPE WE CAN TALK MORE FURTHER NEXT TIME!!!! :D

And I want to thank my other cool mooties such as @shankss-perfect-ass @ciciandthemeeps @angel-beloved @onecupofsugar @megan-the-cupgirl @ann-jiiiiii and to everyone else!! ♡♡♡◇◇ (I will try to find more to make sure to wouldn't forget anyone aaaa or if i am just too shy to tag everyone ;; but i love you all <33)

[moshieee]

Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Oh hi @bixell-pixell I'll include you even if we're not mutuals I think you're pretty chill all things considered

That's kinda it idk you that well

Anyways

You didn't specify so I'm going to list all my mutuals in the order of oldest to newest on my following page that I remember sorry of I missed anyone and for the @ s

*inhales*

@e-the-village-cryptid (I don't have a tag for e yet but it would probably just be E)

Not only the first person who I became friends with here but also the first one I ever started sharing my stories with, even if we don't talk too much I'm glad Every time we do and I see them on my dash, (they bring some of my favorite posts and when I do send posts sometimes I mix up and send them their own reblogs) I'm so glad we're still friends, thanks for letting me ramble about stuff for 6 hours hehe

@jaqofallgenders (no tag for jaq yet either)

my in person friend and the longest friendship I've ever had with someone, love you 🫶. I'll be more specific on Monday if our ADHD doesn't kick in and make us both forget

@strawberry-seal77 (seal-berry!!!)

Hi hi hi yellows my friend 👋 the person I consider to be the second ever friend I made on here, a lovely person as well and wait waaa and an amazing artist too 👀??? Love you silly goofball and the amazing posts and jokes you have we should chat more often I thinkith.

@rabid-mercenary16 (Rabid jumpscare)

Hey hey hey .... BWAMP! Hope you feel better soon

I probably have the most to say about Rabid but all try to make it a bit shorter. besides being the first artist to do art jokes and include me, with we also became mutuals and interacting around a time when my life started to get a lot better. Even if she's not the only factor in that I definitely associate her with stuff improving, and she did play a big factor in it (I already explained a lot on my Valentine's Day gift to her and the others). Also she's just an awesome person to spend time with and be goofy, amazing sense of humor and I just love being friends with such an awesome person and artist.

@dia-smthidk (Dia fren)

I'm assuming you don't want a bowl of soup

I also said a lot about them in my Valentine's Day gift, but we've become closer friends sense then even if we don't get to chat as much as I'd like to. I relate a lot and am surprised how we have so much in common. Amazing artist and person as well and I wish we could hang out more, idc if they think they're bringing down the mood when/if they bring stuff up about irl, and maybe I won't figure out their timezone but oh well, please take care of yourself gender sibling.

@bunnybunnsowo (BUN BUN BROTHER!!)

little brother 🫶🫶💝💞🫶✨👋❤️!!!

(I could have sworn we became mutuals before Dia?)

another person I shared a lot about with the Valentine's Day gift, I love you my little brother! Seriously one of the kindest people I've met and I'm so glad they have bug in his life. Bun deserves the world and they keep sending me opposum images!!! Gona die from cuteness and his kindness one of these days istg

@spookykittyzzz (greaah why don't I have a tag for you???)

A very kind person and artist I don't know too much sense we're not that close yet but love the few chats we have had so far. Hope we get to hang out more even if I'm awful at reaching out to others and saying hi.

@glitchyk (goop buddies)!!

Nooo the parallels

One of the first people who was interested to deep dive into my creations and ask about my stories and worlds They're probably competing with Rabid with how much I have to say about her/silly. Seriously it's incredible how much we have in common and now I get to share and collaborate our sonas stories together it's amazing. And as someone once said "you can yap for hours". I love how creative and clever they are, I just wish they would be kinder to herself. One day I'll make glichy see how awesome she is.

@unfunnyaceartist (Floridian disadvantage) I feel like I should change that

When I say I was shookith when ace asked to be friends I mean I was shookith first person so show up and ask that (the others kinda just happened). Amazing artist and don't believe her lies she is funny. I'm so heckn glad we're friends., love the goofy and silly idc if she's a bit of a simp they've helped me a lot start to understand slang and references I'm supposed to understand shhshsh (such is the curse of how I grew up) we need to make our mafia sonas interact at some point I can already imagine the chaos /silly

@neptunestoast (plushy slime)

Hugs hugs hugs*

Trying my best not to baby talk I swear. amazing person first person to show up and be like "hey I Wana do something for you and your friends". Love their humor and another gender sibling!!! Hugs for ever for as long as they're ok with it. I love their creativity as well and Noodle is so adorable. I just want to pick them up in a hug so much. Kibbity/silly

@ner5y (no tag woops ill figure something out)

What are you doing here??? How are we friends???

I was absolutely confused and startled when they followed me especially since it was during a spoons argument . Amazing artist like holy heck I wish I was allowed to curse on this blog. Their humor also took me by surprise when I got invited to the discord, and even if they doubt how well they're running it I think they're doing amazing. And I love our silly interactions like this one

@vexation-816 (chaotic ADHD buddy!!!)

Why did it take me so long to follow you istg

ADHD ADHD ADHD my buddy oh pal we both got that and it's driving us insane/silly. Love how creative he is and the ideas for his sona and character lore. Also one of the first people who shared a character they added to my nightlight au. This is getting twords the end and I'm tired of whiting so much and am on a timer oh no. But your amazing dude don't ever forget thag

@butlerbugbunny (anxiety bunny buddy)

This is why I didn't respond to the DM yet hshsh

New friend who I feel anxious talking to sometimes but a wonderful kind bunny who I'm also incredibly happy to be friends with. Love his art so much it's amazing (shoot shoot timer is going off) I'm glad he's their for bun and wish them the best I possibly can 🫶.

@lilithloves-you (lillith my be-loathed?) need to change that

Don't you dare bring up grilled cheese

Glitchys friendo who I'm also friends with now. We don't interact too much but I've sent her on missions to go hug glitchy (to help both of them feel better but shhh). I hope we become closer friends in the future.

[lau219]

Why Deny?

Part 3

Previous part here

…………………………………………………………………………….

The next day, as planned, they rendezvoused in front of his office before heading to the elevator and going up. After getting off, they walked in silence as they made their way to the office of Charles Benton, their boss and one of the top ranks within the agency.

Upon reaching his office, Leonard gave a quick knock on the door and then held it open for Y/N as she walked through before he followed behind her. Upon their entering, Charles looked up and sat back in his chair.

“How you doing, kid?” he asked Y/N as she sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

She smiled at him. It was during more private times like this when Charles would momentarily show a kind of fatherly affection for her. It wasn’t often, but she appreciated it when it happened.

“Fine, thanks,” Y/N responded as she crossed her legs. “Glad to be back. Just anxious to get to more than just paperwork.” She looked over at Leonard, who remained standing and was leaning against the bookshelf on the wall, their eyes meeting briefly before she looked back to Benton.

“That’s partly why you’re here,” he said as he slid a piece of paper across the desk to her, a date and time written on it. “Your testing is scheduled for eight days from now. It’ll be the same process as before. You’ll have to perform within five percent of your rating from your original entry test in order to be cleared. If that doesn’t happen, you’re set up to work in Records for the next 6 months. Understood?”

“Yes,” she simply replied with a single nod. No way was she going to let that happen.

“Good,” Benton replied. He paused briefly before continuing. “That being said, I’m telling you what I’m about to tell you with the assumption that you’re going to be back to your previous status. For now, this doesn’t leave this room. Are we clear?”

He looked from her over to Leonard, then back to her. Each of them gave a silent nod in response. He then shifted slightly and opened his desk drawer, pulling out a heavily marked file folder. He reached it out and passed it over to Leonard, who still stood to the side. Leonard reached out and took it from him as Charles continued.

“We have reason to believe that Simon Foster is working as a double agent. This is a brand new suspicion, but enough concern has been raised that we’re not ignoring it.”

Immediately, Y/N’s eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows, quickly looking over to Leonard. He lifted his gaze from the file, which he’d opened, and met her eyes briefly before looking over expectantly to Charles as he continued to speak.

“From what we’ve gathered, he’s currently nothing more than a messenger boy, but it’s unclear who he’s involved with and to what degree. He could be invested, or it could be a short-term agreement he’s made. We need to find out. That’s where you two come in.” Charles then turned to Leonard. “You and Foster haven’t suddenly become best friends, have you?”

“Not at all,” was Leonard’s blank reply.

The guy was a shit. Leonard had never trusted him, and a mutual disdain came from Foster. They both had egos too big for one room, the difference being that Leonard had the record and experience to warrant his. It wouldn’t seem odd in the slightest if Leonard acted suspicious of Foster or got in his face – it was common knowledge that the two of them weren’t friendly.

Benton turned back to Y/N.

“Is he still a fan of yours?” he asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“He asked you out at one point, didn’t he?” Benton asked.

She should have been surprised that he knew about that, but she wasn’t.

“Ages ago,” she confirmed.

“He likes you.”

“I don’t think I’ve even spoken to him in a few months,” Y/N replied.

“Well, we’re gonna use whatever fondness for you that he has to our advantage.” Benton then looked to Leonard again before addressing both of them.

“The Embassy party is three weeks from now. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for Foster to weasel around there. You two can start your digging then.”

He then focused back on Y/N.

“This is all contingent on making it through next week,” he said to her. “If you don’t pass, Miller can do this alone and you’ll be assisting from a desk. Understood?”

“Yes,” Y/N responded.

“Good,” Charles said.

Shortly after that, he sent them on their way, and as they got off the elevator at their floor, Leonard spoke before they parted ways to their respective offices.

“Plan on staying late tomorrow night,” he said to her matter-of-factly before then pointing down to her feet, “and skip the heels.”

“What?” she asked him. “Why?”

“Because we’re going back to the range after work,” he said, looking at her. “And we’re not leaving until you can pass a bullet through the same hole twice.”

Part 4

@nyxxie-pooh @febris-amatoria @hannibellector @fuseburner @neonpurplestars89-blog @alltoowellbeneaththemangotree

[viroman]

Philip and Ed

Philip was proud of his family. The marriage of his parents was not only profitable, but also out of mutual love, which, by the way, was rare in modern realities. He had two older brothers, strong and caring, whom he certainly looked up to. And he was surrounded by three older sisters: everything was like choosing a beauty. Thanks to them, he learned to be polite and courteous, easily found a common language with ladies and felt confident among other knights.

His family is not very rich, but thanks to hard training and good home education, he received his rightful place. And not just anywhere, but in the elite squad of the Eckhart house, where he met Ed.

Philip never complained. Captain Derrick Eckhart was a difficult person, but with him issues were always resolved quickly and efficiently. Field assignments were not uncommon, and the knight repeatedly showed himself to be good, so when the squad was assembled, he was ready for any work.

Except this one.

Philip certainly did not expect to be ordered to guard the violent Lady Penelope. To be honest, he would rather go on the annual monster hunt than be here at this moment.

He saw the princess only a few times, but he could definitely tell that her look had changed. Beautiful turquoise eyes became more and more blue, causing goosebumps to run across the skin. She spoke in a quiet voice, but every word was saturated with poison. A little more, and the butler will be torn to pieces on the spot.

Philip tried to be polite and careful in his words: the girl was upset, she needed to calm down. However, no matter what the butler said, it completely infuriated the lady.

The butler asked them to stay outside the door so as not to aggravate the situation.

The next day it didn't get any better. It seemed that Penelope was one step away from simply spitting in their faces. The lady felt humiliated and took it out on those around her. Ed cursed quietly, promising to one day beat up the slave who started this whole mess. Philip definitely had no intention of stopping him.

They tried to be a shadow. Carefully following the princess, exhausted by hunger and a terrible sleep, both knights tried not to anger the noble lady again.

– Don’t let anyone in, – Penelope ordered, walking past the knights and hiding behind the greenhouse door. Ed quietly noted that she was still very annoyed by their presence, but she had clearly accepted it.

The only one who did not accept the Duke’s order to limit Penelope’s communication with anyone was, God forgive me, the Crown Prince.

– You didn’t understand the first time? Moved away from the door.

– Your Highness, we are only carrying out the order of the Du- Agh!

Although Philip was slightly taller than Callisto, the crown prince's experience and incredible physical strength made this fight completely unequal. Ed didn’t even have time to breathe before he lay down next to Philip, who was twisted in pain.

– Where has it been seen that the groom is forbidden to see the bride, eh? But she, by the way, is your future empress. So boys, next time think before you get in the way of the Crown Prince.

Philip's last thought was to resign. And then darkness covered him.

No one reprimanded them for failing to stop the crown prince. Nobody could do this. Judging by the number of bruises on the body, they were well kicked while he and Ed were unconscious. Derrick promised them paid time off.

Philip noticed how depressed Ed was.

– Why are you so worried?

– I didn’t know that our lady was engaged to the crown prince.

Philip just sighed. Ed had no chance against the crown prince, so so the guy should have just come to terms with the fact that their hot-tempered lady would leave the duchy with this psycho. As they say, there is a mate for every animal.

For such jokes, Philip almost lost his long hair.

[dunefeather]

New Spouses (18+)

Paul Atreides x F!plussize!reader

Content: forced marriage, plus size!reader, smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, fluff, angst.

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18+ blog only, minors don't interact

Duty is duty and Paul won't argue with that notion. After all he has gotten raised to take his father's place one day. But until now he had no idea how reluctant he could be at the mere thought of an arranged marriage.

It's not against you. After all he doesn't know you much. Your mutual parents noticed how you seemed to get along pretty well with polite conversations and a few interests in common for some subjects, and political matters did the rest.

So today, here you are, standing next to him after the doors closed, your serenity tainted with this nervousness making you look more human and less like the Lady façade he doesn't believe in. You're cute, for sure. Not the usual silhouette he is used to lay his eyes upon but you are his wife now.

"So... is there any other rule to follow now ?" You ask softly.

"Not that I've heard of."

How is that possible to accomplish the first marital duty of his life after such a short time ? He knows you like some of birds songs on Caladan, the sunset, that you spend more or less the same amount as him learning about everything, that your family has been loyal to his father and grandfather for ages. You liked the dessert because the cream on top of it reminded you of what maids used to bring you to bed when you were too sick to leave your mattress.

"Do you think it's as awkward for everybody else ?"

"Oh. Well, I guess." He answers with a shrug.

He shouldn't shrug. The both of you are nobles and you are his wife. And instead of making you feel welcomed in his House he offers you this weird moment.

"As we are going to share a good part of our life... please tell me if you feel attracted already or if we do have to start from the beginning." You say quietly as you pace towards him.

"I don't feel attracted per say. But I do see you as genuine and interesting. And these are qualities I appreciate."

"Oh. I see."

Paul knows that you think he is attractive and his answer gives him the impression of stabbing you as your smile disappears as you lower your head. All the little flustered grins he saw had been endearing but... really he doesn't feel like this night is going to be great for neither of you. You are a nice girl and he feels ashamed not to be able to offer you more than this awkward moment.

"Well. I do find you attractive." You admit with a chuckle. "But I understand."

"We don't have to do anything." He adds. "Our parents agreed on this point."

Insulting you was none of his plan but your hurt expression doesn't lie to him. Before he can do anything else than facepalming mentally you turn away.

"I didn't mean it that way my Lady." He mumbles as he remains where he is. "I wanted to make sure you didn't feel uncomfortable with the whole situation. Our marriage is for the good of our people and for our Houses and I do think you are an enjoyable person. Please do not take offense of my words."

"I won't lie to you. I... was looking forward for this night but... I won't force you either."

Now he feels like a prick as you go to the bathroom the maids showed you earlier this afternoon. He would lie to himself if he thought that himself has not waited for this night to happen, with a subtle ticklish sensation in his body as he imagined how hot he could make things for his wife-to-be. Even taking your clothes off seemed terrifying to him. What if he made it even more awkward, hurt you or just failed at doing so ? He doesn't know how to remove feminine clothes.

"I am sorry for making your night so uninteresting." He says as he waits in front of the closed door.

"I understand."

For a while, Paul waits on his bed, still dressed in his ceremonial outfit as he hears you putting your night clothes on after a shower. He is disappointed in himself. Some men do their duty no matter what, whether the woman in their bed is at their taste or not. You're not ugly. You are even pretty cute. Intellectually he does think there is a huge potential to make your relationship evolve from whatever it is.

You get out of the bathroom, your nightgown revealing much more skin on your legs than he anticipated. He has never seen so much of a woman before, in reality at least. He got the opportunity to get his eyes to examine a few naked bodies in pieces of art and anatomy lessons, sometimes enough to let his imagination run wild.

"Don't you like it ?" You ask after you froze on the spot.

"Uh ? Oh uh I like it. Yes I do." He blurts out as his cheeks feel like burning.

Now your face shows that defeated expression he hates as you pace silently around the bed to get to your side of the bed and while you are doing so, your husband's head follows your movements.

He doesn't know if it's the primitive need or your forms but his brain is definitely distracted. He thinks he likes your thicker legs, especially above your knees for the few he can notice under your nightgown. Your belly is not as thin as he got relatively used to but... that's alright to him.

Before he can be accused of being a pervert he goes to the bathroom, his eyes closed at this disaster of a night ahead of him.

As he takes his shower, he stares into the void as his hands spread the soap all over his body. He doesn't want to think of the idea of a whole night spent at laying by your side without doing anything. Several hours by your side sounds like an uncomfortable predicament. He is more of a solitary man when he is not around his close friends. Of course he does his best for his duty but it stops there.

Then as he brushes his teeth, a thought crosses his mind. You are waiting in this bed, half naked. You are his wife, and his duty is to make love to you to impregnate you. It's as simple but finally having a partner doesn't let him indifferent. Technically he would only have to kiss you, arouse you with some words and touch, and you would spread your legs. It's as simple, right ?

As he washes his mouth he thinks of your legs. He does think he really loved what he saw of them. He'd like to kiss your ankles up to your knees, maybe to place his face beneath your nightgown. Yes, he likes that idea. But it's a pervert thing to do. Normally this place is for his penis to go, not his mouth.

But then, seeing you under the blanket and your back turned to him decides him that yes, he does want to do something tonight. Probably the view of your forms and your naked shoulders and nape.

His heart is beating all too loud for his ears as a good part of blood is getting redirected to his crotch. He can see the bump of your hip under the blanket and he has always felt pretty much attracted by the bare buttocks in paintings.

Paul kneels on the bed, looking down at you with his tongue bitten as he strokes his erection through his large pants. He hopes you like skinny men. Maybe you are about to get disappointed with his body. Girls prefer buff men right ?

"Are you sleeping ?" He whispers.

"No."

You haven't moved by an inch and it's better this way. He gets under the cover with a grimace, starting to feel bolder. He is pretty sure than he has never felt as aroused as tonight before. Should he feel ashamed or not he doesn't know. This is not a way to treat a Lady but... but he is starting to think you are pretty hot.

"Maybe... maybe we could try something."

You turn around before sitting on the mattress. The young Atreides never noticed your breasts before and the cleavage revealing the area they start at. There is no bra ? You women don't sleep with your bras on ? That's even better.

"What do you have in mind ?" You ask with an hint of excitement.

"We could try to get used to kissing each other. We did it only once after all." He says as he gets closer to you.

"Oh. That would be sweet of you." You whisper.

For a kiss he intended to make cute it may be a bit desperate. His nose touches yours and he tries something with his tongue only to laugh at the same time as you, his face burning.

"Sorry. I... I tried... a thing or two."

He bites his lip as you keep laughing as you wipe your mouth with your fingers.

"Don't worry Paul I'm not much better either. Let's make it fun instead of serious and weird."

"I agree completely."

After a pair of laughter he kisses you again, softly and closes his eyes as you only press your lips. Then you do it again, then another time with your hands on his cheeks. Your kisses are sloppy but gain in confidence and your body start to share more contact. His hands are focused on your bare shoulders as you both start to tease each other with the tip of your tongue in a series of wet kisses.

He feels his pulsating shaft as impatience starts to show in his gestures. His fingers go down your silhouette as his instincts start to kick in.

At the same time he decides to kiss your neck and your hands go down his chest to reach the limit with his pants. What threatens to drown him in the crazy amount of adrenaline is your first moan as his lips start to let slow and sloppy kisses from your chin down to your cleavage.

"Paul I..." you articulate as he suck a little on your skin, his hands now caressing your thighs under your nightgown. "Paul..."

"Stop being so hot." He groans in an actual frustrated voice.

If you tense up at his words you soon fall back onto the mattress as he crawls on top of you, his hips grinding mercilessly against your leg as you muffle your moans in his mouth.

Your husband stops, already out of breath before kneeling between your legs. Encouraged by your bright eyes he lifts your nightgown to reveal what he had in mind for a while now.

While you are busy tossing it away, Paul takes a look at your body. He definitely likes it. He can't tell if it's the way your flesh around your hips is easy to grab in his hands but his brain is shutting down completely.

"Turn around."

A bit reluctant you do as asked, your bare back facing him. He likes the faint mark your bra left there and he kisses it before starting to lick up your neck. His hands grab your buttocks eagerly and you let a faint squeak out, your body obeying his silent command as you rest your palms and knees on the mattress. Paul knows what he wants, he only tries to understand how to get it right.

"What do you want from me ?" You ask breathlessly as he spreads your cheeks under his thirsty gaze. "Tell me Paul."

He doesn't know for sure. He is curious about how it would feel to penetrate you right there, in this tiny hole right under his gaze. But from what he has learned it would require some time and preparation and clearly he doesn't have any patience for that. And yes, his mission is to impregnate you first. It's going to be for next time.

He turns his attention to another hole, one as wet as it should be to make it safe with you. He rubs it with his long fingers, his mouths forming an "o" at your loud moans. Control is almost getting him drunk with you.

"Stay like that." He mumbles as he lowers his pants. "Stay like that."

It's killing him to have you all his, naked and shaking like this. Especially with this wonderful view on your ass, the glistening tip of his cock covered in precum getting closer to your entrance.

"I won't last for long." He warns you.

With a firm grip on your hips, he thrusts inside you carefully, his dark curls sticking to his wet forehead and his eyes never leaving his shaft disappearing more and more inside you.

"Paul." You breathe out as your hands clench on the bed. "Paul please be gentle."

"Yes. Yes alright." He groans as he stops there, resisting as much as he can with his shaft half buried in you already. "Gentle you said. Gentle."

He can't stay like that so he pulls out, frowning at the crimson drops before pushing in again. He wants to come in you already but does his absolute best not to ejaculate in you already, your virginity barely gone.

"It's tight." He whispers as you tense up at his next thrust. "Feels good."

"It hurts a bit but... but it's getting better."

Paul uses one of his hands to brush your back up and down to comfort you the best he can but the only thing coming in his mind is that desire to impregnate you, pulsating almost as much as his shaft in you. It replaced any other idea he could have in mind and despite the slight guilt piercing through his heart he gives it up as you start to moan of pleasure.

It's much better than his solitary pleasures. Your vagina is much better than his hands, your moans and inhales much hotter than what he could try to picture. He loves to feel your warm body against his, the wet sounds filling the room as for once, he has this impression of achievement in his life. What he is doing is not necessarily linked to his duty to his bloodline, it's also a question of feeling human, adult. You are his wife, he is your husband.

He is getting hot under his clothes but he likes the sensation of control all too much to care enough to remove them. His eyes are closing as his shaft gets embraced even more tightly than before by your wet walls, some high-pitched screams of his name muffled by a pillow as you try desperately to find something to hold onto.

And then he joins you in this new kind of pleasure, his confused eyes watching your back as he knows he is filling your hole with his seed. It's unbelievable to him how satisfying that feels.

"Paul have you..?" You ask breathlessly as you look behind you from above your shoulder.

"Yeah." He sighs. "Yeah. I did it."

He remains in you for a while, listening to your slight chuckle.

"It was good." You whisper out loud. "So good." You coo.

"You're so beautiful like that." He comments as he rubs your ass.

Suddenly tired but happier than ever, the young man slides out of you, laying down on his side of the bed as he watches you grimacing as you turn around. This makes him come closer, a bit worried of what he had done.

"Are you alright ?"

"Yeah. Just... it hurts a bit. I was expecting it a little."

He chooses this moment to take his clothes off, sweat pearling on his pale skin as your eyes take some freedoms to take him in with some affection warming his heart. It feels good to feel desired.

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[officialgleamstar]

hi, i'm travis "travvy" officialgleamstar, and i'm weird about jodie foster (no, not that one)

i'm an adult (21+), use any pronouns, and i do not have a dni. i love to ramble so there's more below the cut, but that's all you need to know about me <3

art account: slightlyhopefulromantic archive of our own: travvymybeloved

(blinkies from glittergroovy or my own)

my ex-boyfriend once described me as "somehow both aloof and cold but also super cutesy at the same time" and to this day, it's still my favorite description of myself. take this to heart. i'm a friendly guy but holding a conversation is the bane of my existence. i'm an ace lesbian, polyamorous, nonbinary (bigender/genderfluid), and i love neopronouns (especially kit/kits). i'm also white and live in the united states

for tagging spoilers - for weekly/episodic shows/podcasts/etc, i only tag spoilers for the most recent episode. if its a big plot event, like a character death, i give it an extra episode or two afterwards with spoiler tags. for books, i generally dont tag spoilers, and for movies, i tag spoilers for about a month after it comes out. i always tag with the format of "[x] spoilers", and usually will shorten the media title down to an acronym (i.e., fantasy high: junior year spoilers = "fhjy spoilers")

as stated, i do not have a dni, and anyone can follow me. this account is pointedly sfw, but i do reblog/post suggestive content from time to time. if anything feels too borderline for me, i will tag it as "nsfw", and i request that minors don't interact with those posts. i try to tag nudity as well as common triggers, but i don't have great memory, so things slip through the cracks. i'm fine with being teased, flirted with, etc, and i tend to hit on a variety of my mutuals around my age. if i fall under your dni but you interact with me first, i will interact back, please be aware of this! also don't ask me if i'm a pro-shipper or an anti-shipper, i am an adult with a job.

current interests: oxventure, dimension 20, dungeons and daddies, ttrpg actual play shows in general, hermitcraft

forever/long term interests: my little pony, pokémon, warrior cats, all for the game, mcyt (esp 2010s mcyt)

secret drawing box link: i promise i want to start doing this again

[theflyingfeeling]

Aaaaaaa OlliAllu crushing on each other aaaaaaa 🥺💖💕

I wanna know everything about the timeline! 😍

Thanks for asking!! My favourite topic!! 🥺

So just as a disclaimer: the following is based on nothing much but my vivid & delusional imagination (except that it's all totally true and real 😌)

Behold,

💖 The Olli/Allu Love Story Timeline* 💖

(*according to theflyingfeeling / this is gospel truth okay don't fight me)

Pre-Aleksi-joining-the-band / Timebomb -> becoming friends 👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻

So I imagine that before Aleksi joined the band, he and Olli were friendly but maybe not super close (or as close as Aleksi may have been to Joel/Joonas/Niko). They respected each other as musicians and, as time passed, figured the other is a pretty cool dude to hang out with and fun to play shows with 🤝 By the time Aleksi joined the band, they were already good friends 😌

(I love how from the very beginning it was not unusual to spot them next to each other in pictures (yes yes I know about their team short/team tall arrangement in pictures, humour me a little here though)

Can we also cry about this (irrelevant to Olli/Allu (unless Olli wrote this)):

"our lovely friend" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

*

2021: UMK / Eurovision / post-Eurovision -> developing the crush 💕

They started working on Dark Side pretty much right/around when Aleksi first joined the band, right? By then they all, including Olli, had spent more and more time with Aleksi in the studio as well as on stage before he officially joined the band. During the UMK/Eurovision project, however, they were suddenly working together way more intensely (especially after winning UMK), so I like to think that was when their friendship deepened and they found out just how much they have in common (e.g. all their nerdy mutual interests). They probably started to chat more just the two of them (in the UMK video 15 facts about Blind Channel, Aleksi mentioned calling Olli (and always catching him biking lol)) and sort of just drifted towards each other so that they were frequently seen together (the screencap on the right is taken seconds before they stop to stare each other in the eyes, sorry I don't have a gif of that) 💕

(and no I haven't done extensive research on how much more often they were spotted together in comparison to how often they were spotted with other band members just sshhhhhh it's not like this is a doctoral thesis)

If I recall correctly, they also did some interviews together, at least this one where they look like they had just woken up from a nap with lots of cuddles (and maybe even some shy kisses for fun (because sometimes good friends make out for the lols, right??), I mean come on, they look so soft 🥺💓

They also sat (and partied) next to each other during the finale, and shared that one looooooooong hug I mean COME OOOOOON they don't want to let go of each other 😭

Of course, we cannot forget about the tipsy/drunken cuddles during that interview (and in the hotel room a bit later, source: I just know it in my heart) 💞

(remember also the other, less known drunk interview that showed Olli staring at Aleksi dreamily 🥺)

I think around this time they also got a bit flirty with each other for the first time? At least if one is to interpret the way Olli "mocks" (lovingly <3) how Aleksi says his middle name in the hotel room IG stream they did (and of course we're going to interpret the heck out of that, that's why I'm writing this whole thing for 😌 (I still crack up at Niko's "I thought it was Mattson" every time though lol))

Another highlight from 2021 was obviously the moments they shared in the Posse shower stall we have been discussing lately, which show exactly how comfortable they are with each other 😩

Also, I can't remember for sure and I can't find the ask for reference, but was it the summer of 2021 when Aleksi had to miss a show (because he was sick or something?), and reportedly Olli had been all quiet and gloomy that day, to the point that Niko pointed it out on stage during their show, telling the audience (jokingly) that they're sorta worried about Olli because he has barely said a word all day? I remember talking about this with someone and they had videos/pictures/?? about it too, but until I have some actual evidence of this, you're just gonna have to take my word of it 😌 In any case, it goes to show how much they meant to each other already back then 😭

To conclude, I think the year 2021 was the year they slowly developed their (mutual) crush, but without fully realising what was happening. There were some cheeky cuddles (perhaps even sleepy/drunken kisses) and friendly teasing which was totally NOT flirting although it totally was, they weren't just ready to admit it and butterflies in the stomach that they tried to ignore; they're fairly certain they like each other platonically and nothing more, even though they can't help but smile a little more brightly when they get a text from each other and they miss each other a little too much when they're apart... 💕

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Spring/summer 2022: the US tour / the EU tour / the summer (tour) -> getting together 💞

Let's start off with this poor-quality gif I just made, for no particular reason except that I want y'all to look at how cute they are 🥰

According to Niko (source: just trust me alright, I think he said it on twitter but naturally I can't find anything rn), as I'm sure many of you know by now, during the US tour Olli and Aleksi were often the last ones awake in the tour bus, drinking Mountain Dew and chatting away about nerdy stuff. I think this is when they really grew closer and I can easily imagine that around this time the first thoughts of "what if..." entered their minds 😳

Maybe they sometimes ended up just staring into each others eyes lovingly, before realising neither has said anything for a while (and it was sort of awkward when they did realise, but they just laughed it off), or maybe there were accidental/absentminded touches; maybe they both just felt so warm and cozy in each other's company, and even though they were both getting a little sleepy, they kept on talking for a few more moments because they weren't ready to let go of the moment and "burst the bubble". Maybe they were joking around and being low-key flirty, and when they finally went to bed, they'd be going out of their minds in their bunkbeds, trying not to think about all that too hard.

I like to think that eventually they got more daring, sat more closer to each other, and suddenly the small touches weren't accidental anymore. They could have an entire conversation with Aleksi's hand on Olli's thigh or vice versa and it would feel so nice and so natural 💞 There may have been a few kisses too, just for fun and because the vibes are right, and maaaaaaybe they don't really talk about it that much, but they definitely can't wait to try that again somewhere a bit more private 👀

Speaking of which, we also know that they roomed together at least once ("Little Man asked first"), and by some inexplicable coincidence, the two of them were the only ones in the band who got ill during the tour? Huh, that's strange 🤔😌 So I have a reason to believe the US tour was when they first got together, even if they thought they were just fooling around back then 🥰

(can't think of anything in particular to say about the EU tour in the spring, but we can look at these pictures nevertheless 💗_💗)

and then 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭

Getting emotional receiving the gold records in Ruisrock, hugging each other the first thing because who else would they hug, what more prove do you even need to see how much these two love each other 😭

We also know that in the summer 2022 Olli stayed at Aleksi's when he was in Helsinki (not sure if this happened every time he was in the capital but there were a few occasions), I think they were spotted grocery shopping together or something? They also participated in this interview together, providing us moments such as

1) the two of them sitting tightly in Aleksi's (?) car,

2) hearing that they had spent the night together watching old tour videos,

3) Olli commenting on Aleksi's outfit ("I warned you..." = he had been looking at Aleksi's dick through his pants 🥰 (at least I assume it's about the romper that showed the outline of his peepee? he says "last summer" but I don't think his outfit in the 2021 summer tour was as controversial? it was literally just a black t-shirt (with a white long-sleeve underneath sometimes) and black trousers, so I assume he means "the summer that has passed" (the interview took place in August))

4) Olli's surprise when Aleksi says he, too, would like to collaborate with Skrillex and Aleksi teasing Olli about "having thought about Skrillex last night" (don't worry Aleksi, I'm sure he was thinking more about you than Skrillex 🥺)

To sum up, in the first half of the year 2022, they got together for the first time and formed a special kinda bond, slowly falling in deep, soft love 🥺💕

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Autumn 2022: the EU headline tour, the London & LA song-writing camps -> honeymoon time 💖

...yeah, I wonder what happened during the EU headline tour 😳

(they fucked. a lot. rough. this is the truth.)

...and before they left for the honeymoon song-writing camp, they did the cutest thing that any two humans have ever done in the history of the universe 😭

I mean 😭😭😭😭 are y'all still crying about this?! because I never stopped 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 you can just imagine them grocery shopping for studio snacks together and they spot this card (I do wonder what the picture on the front is) and have this grand idea and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the giggles when they wrote the card and gave it to daddy!Johnny AAAAAAAAAAA I'm going to explode if I think about how unbelieavably cute it all is, is this not something you do with a very special bro of yours?! I cannot handle it 🥺💕

In London they went on a date on Olli's birthday (yes I have decided the others weren't there 😌) and Aleksi took the most boyfriend picture of him because they're boyfriends in love 🥺

In LA we know they shared the bed (source: you can't prove they didn't!!) and looked very very soft and boyfriends; in conclusion, they were on a honeymoon 💖

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2023: boyfriends boyfriending 💓💞💕💖💗

And yeah, that sort of brings us to this year and the way they are now, so cute and sweet and boyfriend and touching each other for no reason thinking they're being discreet and playfighting and giggling at each other's joke like they're the most hilarious person that ever lived and smiling sweetly when they see the other has replied to their text and being so fucking cute in Aleksi's twitch streams without Olli even physically being there and getting engaged for real and just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Of course there are soooooooooo many moments over the years that I also want to mention but can't really pinpoint in the timeline, such as all the clothes/accessory-sharing and adopting each other's style (cuffed jeans and tucked-in shirts) and the wine drinking while listening to soft music and cuddling in meet-and-greet pictures and looking so happy about it too and in general always sitting/standing next to each other in pictures ("but they don't always--" YES they do always, don't even fight me about this 😤), the evidence is right there in front of your own two eyeballs if only you choose to see it and live like a king the way we do here in the Olli/Allu Delulu Land ✨

Finally, let me do a random photo dump to further illustrate my point if you're not yet convinced for some reason (and to reach the 30 pictures per post limit) 💖

(sorry for no sources, if this is the reason I go to jail I'm going happily)

[thequeeramericandream]

Beyond the Closet: Navigating the Coming Out Journey

At a pivotal point in the lives of many queer individuals, the decision to reveal their sexual orientation or identity to those they hold dear emerges. The hope and wish are for a warm embrace and profound understanding from our closest circles. Unfortunately, for myself and numerous others I've encountered, this aspiration doesn't always align with reality. Sometimes, the disclosure leads to heated arguments, denial, or the heartbreaking prospect of being disowned. It's undeniably distressing and overwhelming when those we care about don't readily accept us. You might feel adrift or forsaken, but amidst this challenge, there are coping mechanisms to explore and a supportive community eager to embrace and understand you. In today's post, I'll delve into these topics and highlight resources that can serve as a beacon of guidance and solace.

Tip 1:

If you find yourself in a living situation where your family doesn't embrace your identity or orientation, they might express condescending and shaming remarks. One common phrase I often encounter is, "I didn't raise you this way." When it's safe to do so, I advocate for explaining that identifying a certain way or having a queer-aligned romantic or sexual preference doesn't alter the essence of who you are. You're still the same person they have loved and cared for at your core. Emphasize that your choices, such as a name change or going on a date with someone they might not approve of, doesn't erase the fact that you remain their child, whom they cherished before this realization. Your sexual orientation or gender identity doesn't encapsulate every detail about you; just as a heterosexual person isn't solely defined by being straight, your identity is just one aspect of your multifaceted self.

Tip 2:

Choosing to limit or sever ties with family members or longtime friends can be an excruciating and challenging decision, yet at times, it becomes essential for your mental and physical well-being. When you're in the presence of someone who exhibits hate, bigotry, or outright abuse toward you following the revelation of your identity or orientation, it's entirely within your rights to distance yourself from that person, either temporarily—allowing space for them to self-educate—or permanently. It's an agonizing realization, acknowledging the loss of someone significant, but remember, there will be others in your life who will unconditionally love and embrace you, regardless of your LGBTQIA+ identity. Surrounding yourself with a community that supports and uplifts you for who you are is crucial for your well-being and happiness.

Tip 3:

It's not uncommon for heterosexual individuals to ask questions about your identity in an attempt to understand and support you better. Respectfully addressing queries helps foster mutual understanding. However, there's a clear line where the inquiry becomes invasive. Nobody should feel obligated to divulge details about their sex life to friends, colleagues, or family, and it's equally unsettling to field inappropriate questions about your body or transitioning if that's part of your journey. In such instances, it's essential not to tolerate invasive questions. A firm but polite response like "I don't feel comfortable discussing that" or "That's an inappropriate question, and I prefer not to talk about it" can assert your boundaries.

For those who wish to address such questions with a touch of assertiveness, a response like, "Would you ask that of anyone else?" or "It's not my responsibility to educate you on this" can be effective. It's vital to remember that regardless of how many questions you answer, some individuals may remain entrenched in their beliefs. It's not your obligation to single-handedly change their perspective, as they have the opportunity to research independently. Remind them kindly that resources like Google exist, and it doesn't have feelings. Setting boundaries is crucial for your comfort and well-being, and it's perfectly acceptable to maintain your privacy when confronted with invasive inquiries.

Resource 1:

For individuals navigating a difficult headspace after facing ridicule or rejection from their families, or for those seeking an outlet to vent or in need of emotional support, I highly recommend reaching out to the Trevor Project Text Line. This invaluable resource offers round-the-clock support for people experiencing emotional stress or crises. What's remarkable about the Trevor Project Text Line is its unwavering commitment to providing a safe, welcoming space, specifically designed for those within the LGBTQ+ community. They approach every issue with utmost respect and understanding, ensuring a compassionate and queer-friendly environment for anyone seeking help. The Trevor Project Text Line stands as a beacon of support, ready to assist those in need at any hour.

Resource 2:

It's not uncommon for our loved ones to grapple with understanding our LGBTQIA+ status, yet some genuinely wish to learn and gain a broader perspective. For those family members or friends eager to become more educated about the queer community, I highly recommend introducing them to the Strong Family Alliance. This website is a treasure trove of invaluable resources, offering free parent guides, insightful testimonials from real individuals, and a wealth of other supportive materials. Strong Family Alliance is a comprehensive platform that fosters understanding and support for families and friends looking to enhance their knowledge and support for their LGBTQIA+ loved ones. It's a fantastic starting point for anyone seeking education and insight into the queer community. To sum up, the journey of coming out can indeed be challenging, but I assure you, it holds immeasurable worth in the long run. Embracing and living your genuine, authentic life, according to your terms, yields one of the most liberating and fulfilling sensations you'll experience in this lifetime. Therefore, I encourage coming out when you feel comfortable to do so. Your authenticity is a beacon of empowerment that will illuminate your path toward a life lived genuinely and unapologetically. Until next time, keep living your truth and shining brightly in the spectrum of life. Take care, stay fabulous, and keep spreading love in every hue of the rainbow.

[catohphm]

Welcome to my first Hogwarts Legacy fan fiction! In this story, we will explore my MC Danny's first day at Hogwarts and the drama between him and the headmaster that took place during it, as well as the following aftermath.

Tagging some mutuals who encouraged me to write this @carewyncromwell, @boxdstars, @charmedslytherin, @alsopartgekkos and @danceworshipper

Dear Bands Against the Darkness

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Rays of morning sunlight cast through the windows of a dormitory in the Ravenclaw tower. Sharing the dorm were a handful of first year Ravenclaw boys. Among them were Daniel Gibson, Amit Thakkar and Andrew Larson. The night before, they had gotten along and became friends over their excitement to learn and exchanged what subjects they anticipated studying the most. It was certain they would be attending several classes together as housemates.

Danny awakened from a peaceful slumber.

"Morning, Amit." he greeted his friend who sleeps in the bed next to him. "Good morning to you, Danny." he replied in a calming voice. "Slept alright, I hope?"

"Yeah," said Danny. "These beds are really comfortable. Yourself" His friend smiled and nodded "Nice to hear, me too. Agree with you in fact," Amit added "it's easy to relax and fall asleep in one of them."

Andrew then woke up. "Good morning lads! I cannot wait to start my classes this morning." he said.

"Morning, I want to see what they're doing for herbology." Danny commented with a smile.

Amit turned to face the blonde-haired boy. "Good morning to you, Andrew. Hopefully you slept well last night?"

He nodded "I did, yeah. Any classes you're excited for, Amit?"

"Definitely Astronomy. I love looking through the telescopes and studying star maps."

"Flying for me," remarked Andrew. "I want to join Quidditch."

Danny leaned and looked at him with a curious face. "You know that quidditch is for second years and up only, Andrew?"

Amit nodded in agreement with Danny but he was intrigued still. "What's the position you would like to try out for?"

After a few seconds with his hands on his chin, Andrew answered "Maybe a chaser, perhaps. I still have a year to decide."

"I wouldn't worry about it now. I would suggest watching the games as they come. How about this? We'll go together as a group since we're Ravenclaws."

"Sure Amit, I'd be glad." Andrew grinned. His roommate then turned to Danny. "Do you want to join us when we go watch the games?"

Danny paused but then blurted out "I mean I'd be happy to join you and Andrew at Quidditch. It sounds pretty fun."

"Great to hear." declared Amit "We should get ready for our classes now."

Eventually, the boys were all cleaned up and donning brand new Ravenclaw uniforms in place of their pajamas. They were of the same design as the plain robes they wore while being sorted. However the inner layer of the robe was blue instead of black. It was complimented by a matching blazer, trousers, a shirt and tie with a beautiful pattern of blue and bronze stripes. Ravenclaw house patches were on the robe, vest and blazer.

Amit looked into the mirror and declared “This is quite a beautiful set of garments.” A surprised Danny was like “Wow, I can’t remember if or whenever I wore something nice like this.” For Andrew, he noted “Whoever designed these uniforms knew what they were doing. A famous school like Hogwarts has to have quality uniforms.”

The boys were all in agreement about the looks of their school garb. They gathered their bags and made their way out into the common room.

Out in the rotunda of the tower that was the Ravenclaw common room, they ran into one of the girls in their year, Samantha Dale. Danny had met her their first night at the castle, where they struck up a conversation about their excitement for potions and herbology. They both had mentioned having a younger brother yet that part of their exchange was brief.

“Good morning lads. Hello Danny. Slept well I’m hoping?” Samantha greeted them. “Hello Samantha, I did,” nodded Danny. “hope the same for you?” She affirmed “surely I did. Can’t wait to see you around the greenhouses later on. I’m excited about that.”

“Me too, It will be a pleasure having you there.” Danny remarked.

Samantha turned to Amit and introduced herself “My name’s Samantha Dale, you can just call me Samantha.”

Bowing his head quickly forward “I’m Amit, Amit Thakkar. Greetings to you, Samantha. Hope you are well.”

“Certainly.” replied Samantha. “It’s nice to meet you, Amit.” The boy smiled “Pleasure. You know Danny, the other one is Andrew.

“Larson. Andrew Larson. I’m just called Andrew. Happy to meet you, Samantha. How are you today?” he asked the Ravenclaw girl.

“Doing quite alright.” she said positively.

With the introductions in order, Andrew pulled out his schedule. “Our first class of the day is charms. We ought to get moving.”

The group of four then headed out of their common room on their way to class.

-

Leaving early to catch their first class, the four Ravenclaws were already well on their way to the Charms classroom. Along the way they encountered a Gryffindor boy, Garreth Weasley. He was in their year.

“Hey, Danny! How was your first night here at Hogwarts?”

“Hey, Garreth. My night was great. I slept pretty soundly. What about you?”

“It was good.” Garreth replied “My roommates are alright, Leander seems like a nice fellow, if a bit nervous.”

“Leander?” Danny asked. “Leander Prewett. He’ll be sharing some classes with us.”

Amit then stepped in “I’m Amit by the way. I share a dormitory with Danny. Good to meet you, Garreth.”

Confidently, Garreth returned the greeting. “Nice to meet you as well Amit! Who are those two Ravenclaws with you and Danny?”

“They are Andrew and Samantha. Andrew and Samantha, this is Garreth Weasley. He is a friend of Danny.”

“Yeah, we both live in Devon. Not too far from each other.” Danny commented.

Andrew and Samantha exchanged platitudes with the Gryffindor.

Garreth smiled. “It’s a wonder to meet you all. My aunt sent me to find Danny. She’s the deputy headmistress and will be our transfiguration teacher.”

Curiously, Danny asked “Why did Matilda send you for me?”

“She wants to have a chance to talk with you before your first lesson. Let’s go, she’s waiting by the Charms classroom.”

The Gryffindor boy led them through the hallways to the entrance of the classroom. Out by the door was Professor Mathilda Weasley. She looked professional yet motherly, stern but assuring.

“Thank you for bringing Mr. Gibson here, Mr. Weasley.” Although the teacher was the aunt of Garreth, it was still proper for them to address each other formally since they were in Hogwarts.

“Of course, professor. He came here with some friends from Ravenclaw.”

The professor looked back and forth at the five kids before speaking to Danny. “I see. Good morning Mr. Gibson. I am glad to see that you are making some new friends here at Hogwarts. Your mother did right by getting you here. I helped her out with that.”

“Thank you, Professor Weasley. Garreth and my housemates have been nice to me.”

“I am pleased to hear that. The headmaster has been riding up and down on his own game. I can’t say I trust him to run this school, but as Deputy Headmistress I do try my best to ensure it remains safe and stable for students to learn.”

“We’ll do our best to make it through this together, Danny.” agreed Garreth.

The bell rang. Amit told Danny as he, Andrew and Samantha went into the classroom “We’ll let you three finish up. Find us once you’re done.” Danny nodded “Okay.”

“Well I must get back to my classroom now. I got students to teach. If Professor Black or anyone else here gives you grief, you can come by my office next to my classroom on the ground floor. It’s always open if you want to come in and talk about anything.”

With a nod, Danny replied “I appreciate that, Professor. Again, thank you.”

“Best of luck on your first day of classes to you both.” the professor said happily. “See you in Transfiguration.” She finished. Danny and Garreth said their goodbyes then Professor Weasley departed for her classroom.

Left by themselves, Garreth expressed to his friend from home “I’m glad she’s here with us, Danny. My aunt can feel strict and overarching sometimes but she cares a lot for us and this school.”

“I can certainly agree too, Garreth.” Danny replied. “You, Matilda, Amit, Samantha. There’s some good people here.”

“Right. We must be in the classroom with us though.” said Garreth.” No need to lose house points for being late.”

The boys went into the Charms classroom and found their seats. Danny joined Amit, Samantha and Andrew while Garreth went and took a seat by Leander and the other Gryffindors in his year.

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Later that day, Danny and his group were on their way to Magical Theory taught by Professor Fig. He heard his name abruptly get called out in a deep, booming male voice. “Gibson!”

Panicked, he shouted “What?” and dashed away from his friends without another word, leaving them in shock and confusion.

Amit, Samantha, Andrew and Garreth all had worried looks on their faces as Danny went to the man that called for him. The man shouted at them “Off to class with you lot!” They had no choice but to keep going. It was no question that this man was Phineas Nigellus Black, the headmaster of Hogwarts. He was tall, tough and imposing, with jet black hair, a handlebar mustache and wide goatee. Profesor Black wore a long overcoat and towered over many of the students like a hawk.

The headmaster then turned to Danny. “Follow me. We need to have an important conversation. Do not even delay.”

He led a confused Danny to an empty classroom and forcefully shut the door. “Take a seat, Mr. Gibson.”

“What did I even d-” Professor Black rudely cut Danny off before proclaiming. “No questions. Sit down!”

The boy rushed to take a seat at one of the front desks in front of the blackboard. The headmaster leaned and grasped the front end of the desk with his hands, glaring straight at Danny.

“Let’s get straight to business. When I learned that you were from America I expected you to share the belief that we are above all others. Then I realized who you truly are. You and your mother came here with just the clothes on your backs. No galleon to your name. Father is missing. The kind of people that will never amount to anything in life!” Professor Black banged his hand on the desk as Danny stayed fearfully silent.

He continued. “Face it, Mr. Gibson. We have ties all over the place, while you leeches are parasites feeding off the well-being of good-to-do families like us. Like that loser of your mother who can’t even stay married. I would be surprised if she made it into the prophet or even found a job. Your father must be really disappointed. His boy is going to end up nothing but a footnote in this school’s never-ending list of failures no different than a troll, you know that?

Danny could not speak. Tears were coming down his face as he overheard the bell ringing in the hallway, hailing the start of the next class period.

Professor Black approached the desk and leaned on it again. “That’s right! You are foreign filth plaguing the good name of our beloved school and everything we stand for.”

He was not done yet. “I am appalled that they even let you into this school. Mr. Gibson, the only reason you are here is the Ministry has a tight leash on us about their galleons going into the school treasury. They would bloody shut us down if we didn’t admit every magical child in Britain and Ireland.”

The headmaster stood up and looked at the blackboard. Your goody-two-shoes Professor Weasley and those blokes have their heads in a barrel full of bubotuber pus.”

“I would not be surprised if your grades falter and you get expelled.” Professor Black then said as he turned to face Danny. “The honorable Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be better off with you flunking little horklump out of the picture.”

Without looking back, the headmaster told Danny “Out with you now, tramp. I have other matters to attend to. Be lucky that your next professor doesn’t lay it down on you for being late.” He opened the door and left without closing it.

The poor boy remained sitting at the desk of the dark room. He was sobbing with the earful that the headmaster had given him. Danny did not grasp what Professor Black was exactly going on about or why he singled him out of many students.

Meanwhile, in Professor Fig’s classroom, there was concern over Danny’s absence. “It has been about ten minutes and Mr. Gibson is still a no-show.” the teacher said. He asked Amit about his whereabouts.

“Professor Fig, we were on our way here when Professor Black called Danny aside. He then told us to go. We have not seen him since. I hope nothing has happened to him.” he said, sharing worry.

Squinting his eyebrows, the teacher remarked “That is certainly troubling. Mr. Thakkar, please go for look for Mr. Gibson. Tell him he will not be losing house points for being late. Miss Dale, and Mr. Larson, help Mr. Thakkar find Mr. Gibson.” Garreth also volunteered to help the Ravenclaws search for Danny.

The group left the class together, retracing their steps to where Professor Black had stopped the Ravenclaws before the start of Magical Theory.

-

Danny was found in an empty classroom at one of the desks, staring into space.

Amit asked him in a panicked, worried voice “What are you doing here, Danny?”

Brought up from his dull trance, he went “Ah! I’m late for Magical Theory.”

“What did Professor Black put you up to?” inquired a troubled-looking Samantha. “Are you alright, you looked quite out of it?” Garreth also questioned.

In an irritated tone, he only responded “Come on, I need to get to class. I will lose a lot of house points for being this late.” as he got up from the desk.

Andrew then told Danny “Professor Fig said he won’t take off points for this.”

“That’s brilliant. I really need to get to class.” he said, walking intently out of the empty room. Amit quipped “Please, Danny wait up.” as he and the others followed their friend out.

He arrived in Professor Fig’s classroom first followed by Amit, Samantha, Garreth and Andrew. The teacher approached the group and spoke to them.

“Ah, Mr. Gibson. It’s pleasing that you are okay and in one piece. What was all that about with Professor Black?

Danny sighed, he couldn’t think at all. “How about you go and find a seat? You need to relax.” said the teacher. “Yes, Professor.”

He went and sat down with the other Ravenclaws while Professor Fig talked with his friends. “Poor Mr. Gibson looked quite disturbed. Professor Black must have shoveled quite the load of foul rubbish to him.”

Amit affirmed “That’s right, Professor Fig. Danny was in no mood to talk when he found him. All he was focused on was getting to class.”

“I believe he got things said to him that hit him hard inside. My friend seems to be bothered a lot by thinking about whatever he had gone through. He can’t pull anything together without it getting to him.” Samantha added.

“Ahh, Merlin’s beard! This is quite a problem. Mr. Weasley, what do you think Professor Black has against Mr. Gibson? I know our headmaster is rather notorious, but why him?”

Garreth noted “Perhaps he saw something in Danny that he disliked a lot.”

Finally, Andrew said “Danny is using his classes to avoid talking about the matter. It must be too much for him to go through.”

“I see.” assessed Professor Fig. “This is something very disturbing indeed. I hope we can get to the bottom of it and help Danny but there is not much we can do at the moment. This is an isolated incident and there is no hard evidence of what Professor Black said to Danny. Until he can talk about it, we ought to be patient.”

The teacher had said it all. Danny’s four friends nodded in agreement. “We should start class now and focus on that for the time being.”

Magical Theory went on for the rest of the class period. Everyone including Danny paid attention to Professor Fig and took notes as he lectured to keep their minds off the matter.

-

That night after classes had ended, the Ravenclaws recuperated in their common room. Danny, Amit, Samantha and Andrew talked about how all their classes were like. Everyone was excited, except for Danny, who was more solemn in his responses.

Samantha broke the chain of the conversation when she took notice of how quiet he was. “Is that matter with Professor Black still bothering you, Danny?

“Please tell us what’s wrong.” said Andrew.

Amit stated “We cannot help you if we do not know the story.”

“We are your friends, Danny. You can be honest with us. We will not judge for anything you say to us. None of what Professor Black said is your fault.” explained Samantha. “We’re listening.” added Amit.

Feeling comfortable and assured enough by his friends to talk, Danny opened up to them.

“Okay, Professor Black took me aside and said we needed to have an important conversation. He led me inside an empty classroom and shut the door. The headmaster did not allow me to talk at all. He went on about how I was a filth to the school and the good name of people. Not just me, but he also talked about my mum and Professor Weasley being just as bad. Professor Black called us foreigners that were only leeches that feed off of families like his, like we would never amount to anything. He also got at my mum for not staying married and not able to find work. Before he left he told me that he would not be surprised if I failed my classes and got expelled.”

“Oh no, Danny. I can’t speak for how terrifying that must have been. I’m sorry.” Amit responded

Danny nodded slowly. “Indeed, it was terrifying. Professor Black just pulled me away while he just shouted at you all to go away. He’s not a nice headmaster.

Samantha reassured “You’re not alone here, Danny. Professor Black has a bad name for himself around here because of that behavior. He is also known to use his powers for only things that benefit himself and his family.”

“Right. He is still allowed to do whatever he wants even though it makes students feel unwelcome.” Andrew noted.

“The problem is that there is no way to punish him. That also scares me. He may just pay anyone he knows to get him out of trouble.” expressed a concerned Danny.”

“I know,” said Amit. “But we didn’t come here to Hogwarts to live in fear of Professor Black. This is supposed to be our home. Let’s make it that.”

Danny felt somewhat better. “I’m glad to have you all and Garreth by my side in this castle. I know Professor Weasley is also there for me.”

Samantha happily nodded “Exactly, Danny! We’ll work through this together. Remember we’re always here with you.”

“You can trust us.” agreed Andrew. “We’ll do our best to help you like when Professor Black made you late to Magical Theory today. Professor Fig is also someone to turn to.”

Amit then chimed in “This is only just the start of the first year. There are more days ahead of us, and tomorrow will be brand new. For a moment don’t think that it’s ruined. Together we’ll make the best out of it here.

“Thank you! All of you are showing to be good friends to me. Hopefully with us together it’ll be more fun studying here.” concluded Danny.

-

Over the weekend, Danny was on his way to the library to study potions with Garreth. Luckily he had avoided any contact with Professor Black since the fiasco on the first day. It was by fate that the hawkish headteacher would strike again.

He went into a T-intersection where two corridors met when he found himself face to face with the headmaster.

“Now, now Mr. Gibson. What have you been up to?”

“I was on my way to the library to do some studying.”

Professor Black scoffed. “Ah, the library. That dump. You Ra-”

Their exchange was broken off by the loud booming voice of a first year boy. “Professor Black! Enough of that potty mouth of yours!”

Both Danny and the headmaster turned to face the source of the shout. Facing them were a brown-haired Slytherin with a part in his hair, accompanied by a witch from his house with the same color of hair and a ponytail.

“What did you just say to me, Mr. Sallow?” an annoyed Professor Black asked the boy.

“You heard me.” he replied back.

Danny witnessed as he and the witch exchanged words with the headmaster

Backing up the Slytherin boy, she added “You don’t talk to a student like that. Better be lucky we don’t slip a dungbomb in your pocket for this.”

The headmaster didn’t take her words lightly. “30 points from Slytherin. I do not have the time for this foolish nonsense! Next time it’ll be in detention. I swear, I’ll have both of you polishing the trophy room from top to bottom with no spark of magic to teach you both some respect!”

Fed up and determined to be rid of the sight of the “troublemakers,” Professor Black scrammed away, leaving the three kids alone.

The Slytherin boy spoke to Danny now that the headmaster was gone.

"Hey. You doing alright?" He asked Danny. "I'm sorry that you had to see that."

"Thank you. I'm just glad you two made Professor Black go away. This is not the first time he tried to get at me.

"He's been giving us quite some trouble too."

The witch then spoke up "We're going to have to be quiet when dealing with Professor Black after this one. He means it when he'll put us in detention next time he catches us."

"Oh by the way, I'm Sebastian, Sebastian Sallow." the boy introduced himself.

"I'm Daniel Gibson. You can call me Danny."

The witch then made her introduction. Hello, I'm Anne, Sebastian's sister. We're twins."

"Great to meet you both," said Danny. "I appreciate people who can set aside their own things to help others in need."

Sebastian agreed "That’s good to know. Anne and I are the same there."

"I have to head to the library to study with a friend."

"We'll see you around here, Danny. It was nice meeting you." said Sebastian.

Before they parted, Anne told Danny "Come see us if Professor Black gives you trouble again."

"I'll keep that in mind," replied Danny. Thanks again. I'll see you later."

With that, Danny and the twins bid their farewell and continued on with their days.

-

Now confident with people he knew by his side, Danny had the security to continue his studies at Hogwarts with opulence and a drive to learn more despite the transgressions of Professor Black. It would still be where he would take time to open up to most but he put a lot of faith in those there with him. The Sallow twins would introduce Danny to Ominis Gaunt, a fellow Slytherin who held strong disdain for the Dark Arts and the ways of the pure-blood elite. Over time, the four opened up to each other and realized they had much in common. They came from broken families marked by long struggles with abuse and crumbling ties between members.

United by their contempt for Professor Black, Danny would start working with the twins to discreetly cause chaos for the headmaster. When Professor Weasley learned of these actions, she was sympathetic to Danny. Although she advised to keep it between him and his friends and hoped they would not get ahead of themselves. In all cases, pranks and chaos was the only form of justice available when the repressive headmaster's immense clout and connections in society made formal punishments futile.