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Ash & Skylight Part 4

This is currently planned to be a mid-length story between You/Reader, Charlie Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

Summary: All you’ve ever wanted in life was to know where exactly you could plant your feet in the ground and grow into yourself. Clearly, you never meant to fall for a certain ginger-haired, freckly, dragon-chaser called Charlie Weasley. Even moreso, you certainly never meant to invite in a particular overly-competitive, Quidditch fanatic named Oliver Wood into your life. And yet, perhaps there is something to be found in the skies, after all; perhaps there is a bit of promise in risking it all in the wide, blue world above.

[Multi-Post Story] [Charlie Weasley x Reader] [Oliver Wood x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Nonconsent. There is a strong lack of explicit consent in this chapter. Please do not read if it will make you uncomfortable or upset in any way.] [Warning: Unclear Relationship Boundaries.] [Warning: Emotional Distress.] [Warning: Slight Degradation.] [Warning: Not explicit DDLG and no language explicitly referencing such, but hints of that type of power dynamic are present in this part.] [Warning: If you don’t like sad endings, this one may not be for you.] I want to say explicitly that this is fantasy. Any harassing and/or non-consensual behavior is totally unacceptable in reality. And of course, in reality, loving someone should not translate into taking unpleasurable/unwanted pain from that person, or anyone else.

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As if the looming horror of O.W.L.s were not enough, you were expected to have a Career Chat with your Head of House. You had been avoiding McGonagall like the plague ever since you had been demoted from being a prefect. To now have to go into her office and shamefully sit through a career consultation; the mere thought of it felt so humiliating to you.

The door of McGonagall’s office opened. “Come in, please.”

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and went into McGonagall’s office.

* * * * * * * * * *

Oliver meant to give you a wide berth. He really did. But after six consecutive practices where he (truly by accident) stayed out past curfew to practice Quidditch, he realized that you never came down to the Quidditch pitch to yank him back into the castle anymore. It was most unlike you. The last thing that you had said to him was, “Don’t worry.” That’s what you had said. Only, Oliver was finding that impossible.

Now, Oliver found you sitting glumly on the front steps of the castle. Oliver had been heading off for Quidditch practice. He nearly stepped on you while leaving the castle. However, you didn’t even seem to notice him. You had your chin in your hand, and you were staring off miserably down at the Forbidden Forest.

Oliver cleared his throat.

You looked up at him. “Oh.” You straightened up, lifting your head and pulling your knees together. “Hi.”

Setting his broomstick down carefully, Oliver sat down beside you. “You weren’t at Potions.”

“What?”

“A week ago. You told me not to worry. Then, you didn’t show up to class.”

“Wood, do you have photographic memory?” you asked exasperatedly. “Is this why you find it so easy to memorize Quidditch strategies?”

“No,” Oliver replied. “And even if I did, I would still only remember what I notice. Anyways, what’s going on?” He said all this so straightforwardly.

“Nothing, I just…” You fell silent, except to blow out a tired puff of air. Finally, you murmured, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh.” Oliver’s brow furrowed, however. Before he could stop himself, he asked you, “Why not?”

“Because.” You looked away from him. “You’ve always known what you wanted to be.”

Oliver’s brow cleared, as he realized: “Oh, did your Career Consultation with McGonagall not go well?”

“That would be the understatement of the century,” you admitted.

“Mine, either.”

“But you already know what you want to be,” you said, glancing down at Oliver’s broomstick.

“Sure, but nobody can guarantee anything for me. There’s no real career track for Quidditch,” Oliver explained, with a sincerity and thoughtfulness that surprised you. “And even if a team asks you to try-out for them, that one opportunity could be all you ever get.”

“And you still want to do it?” you asked skeptically.

“Yeah.”

It took Oliver less than a second to reply to you. How can it be so easy? you thought miserably. “Well, I suppose I don’t feel like that about anything just yet,” you told him, trying to hide how upset you were about this.

“Why is it bothering you so much?” Oliver asked anyway, not in the least recognizing your efforts to hide your sadness. Oliver saw even your attempts to be brave as a part of your sadness. In some ways, he saw you more accurately than anybody else did.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t know how to answer that question.

A minute passed by, where you awkwardly stared down at your feet.

Finally, Oliver said, “I’ve got to get to practice. But listen, you shouldn’t worry about this.”

“Why not?” The desperation and frustration you were feeling peeked through in your voice. “Why not be worried about this? This is my future we’re talking about, right?”

Oliver looked at you squarely and said simply, “Yeah, it is. But, listen, you’re going to be really good at whatever you choose to be. Just do it with the same dedication you used to have in chasing me down, and you’ll make it, no problem.”

With that, he was gone, leaving you sitting on the steps, blinking uncertainly in the soft early spring sunshine covering the Hogwarts grounds.

* * * * * * * * * *

Another half hour passed before you finally deigned that you should go back inside before the evening turned cold. However, just as you stood up, a pair of first-years, a young girl and boy, came running up to you.

“Ernie, look! It’s the Gryffindor prefect!” The young girl came running up to you as fast as her little legs would take her.

“Hannah, wait!” Ernie called, but she ignored him.

“Excuse me!” Hannah huffed out. “Please help! My cat’s stuck.”

“What?”

“He climbed up a tree and won’t come back down. Please help. You’re a prefect, right? I’m a first year Hufflepuff!” Trying to enlist your help, the girl tugged adorably hard at the front of her sweater, which had a Hufflepuff badge on it.

“Oh, but I’m not a pre - ”

The young boy, Ernie, had run up to you now. Clutching your shirt sleeve, he scowled ferociously and muttered, almost under his breath, “You’ve got to help her. I hate that cat, but she loves that thing. And I think it’s my fault that it ran away. So, you see, she’s not going to forgive me if we don’t get that dumb thing down.”

Hardly making a sympathetic case for himself and yet unintentionally coming off as rather endearing, Ernie dragged you all the way down to the willow tree besides the Great Lake.

“Oh, Godric,” you groaned, for you saw that the fat, slouchy cat in question had somehow displayed an incredible level of dexterity when no one was looking and perched itself right up at the very top of the humongous willow tree. Your initial thought had been to Levitate the cat down or to try to bait it with sparks or something like that, but the cat was simply too high up in the tree for Levitation to be safe or to see any sparks through all of the swaying, leafy branches of the willow tree. There was nothing for it. You’d have to climb the tree.

“You’re not going to use magic? You’re just going to climb it?” Ernie said indignantly behind you. “Hell, if that was the answer, I’d have just done it myself.”

“Shush, you,” you murmured, as you mentally worked out how to get to the cat. Willow trees are notoriously difficult to climb, because one has to ignore all of the thin, leafy branches and somehow try to cling onto the thicker tree trunk.

Fifteen minutes later, after a slow and careful climb, you managed to climb all the way onto the top and get the cat into your arms. Hannah cheered below you, and she encouraged you brightly to come back down with her cat now.

That was when you made a mistake – you looked down. The ground seemed to be incredibly far away; not only that, but it was spinning. Your stomach lurched. You clutched onto the branch in front of you as tight as you could, while still holding onto the grumpy cat that was clawing at your shoulder.

“Oh, God,” you whispered to yourself, as a thin sheen of sweat broke out on your forehead. “What’d I have to go and look down for?”

The cat’s claws poked through your shirt just then, slowly trying to scare you off as he was tired of being in your unfamiliar arms.

“Stop it, you fat chump,” you hissed at him. “It’s hard enough without you clawing at me, all right?”

The cat mewled unhappily as you refused to let him go. After taking a deep breath, you slowly lifted a trembling foot and started to ease yourself down.

“Could she go any slower?” Ernie grumbled.

Hannah shushed him. Reaching over, she grabbed the boy’s arm and squeezed it excitedly. “Thank Merlin Bean’s all right!”

“Your name is Bean?” you whispered to the cat. “How’s that? You’re not the size of the bean, that’s for sure.” In fact, as you were having to carry the cat in one arm (to use the other arm to hold onto the tree), your arm was already quite tired.

The cat yowled at you ferociously, sensing by your tone that he was being insulted. “Yow!”

You started, and that was when your foot slipped – “Ah!”

With a mighty crash, you fell from the tree. You hit the ground rather hard, feet first.

“Oof!” Snap. “Ow…!” You gasped in pain as you felt your ankle give.

The cat deftly leapt away, bounding back to his owner. Hannah gathered him up in her arms at once. But then, she and Ernie immediately ran over to you. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” they cried out, worried for you.

You gritted your teeth and tried to get up, but the pain that shot through your ankle was so severe that you instinctively grabbed the little boy. “H-Hey!” Surprised and rather spindly in build, Ernie fell to the ground into a heap with you.

“Wait here!” Hannah, now tightly hugging her cat, suddenly ran off, springing as fast as her little legs would take her – to the nearest people, who happened to be the people swooping around in the Quidditch pitch.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

“Oi, Wood, someone’s beckoning to us,” George said, pointing down at a small first-year girl on the ground.

Frowning, Oliver touched down.

The young girl ran over to him at once. Oliver observed the grouchy, fat, white cat in her arms.

“Er – can I help you?” Oliver asked uncertainly.

“C’mon, please, please!” Hannah grabbed Oliver’s hand and started to drag him away.

“Hey, wait,” Oliver told her. “I’m practicing with my team.”

“But someone’s hurt!”

“Someone’s hurt?”

“She was trying to save my cat – It was my fault, really – Bean was in a tree! Anyways, she got him down, but she slipped and – and - ” Hannah abruptly started to cry.

“All right,” Oliver said kindly, though with a soft sigh. “Take me to her.”

“T-Thank you,” the young girl blubbered.

Oliver looked up and called to his team, “Drills A and D!”

The entire team groaned.

“Get to it!” Oliver told them. “I’ll know if you haven’t been practicing!”

“Has that threat ever worked?” George muttered to the rest of the team, and everyone snickered.

Oliver gave them his team swift and knowing nod before he followed the little girl out of the Quidditch pitch.

Still, though they all laughed at Oliver’s seriousness, it was a mark of respect for Oliver that the team did, in fact, organize themselves and begin to put their heart into the rigorous Drills A and D.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Oliver found you, you were sitting under the tree, holding your ankle in one hand and scowling at a little boy, who was scowling right back at you. Oliver paused, as he found it surprising, and honestly, rather endearing, that you were both a dedicated Gryffindor prefect and yet also someone who did not hesitate to stoop to a first-year’s level when called for, just as you were both the girl who yelled at him and dragged him into the castle and the girl who buried her face into his chest, mumbling about how you preferred softer pillows…

“Are you all right?”

You looked up at Oliver, and to his amusement, you swallowed a little, as though you were guilty of something. The little boy, too, gave him the same look.

Oliver asked, “What happened?”

Hannah lifted up Bean a little in her arms. “My cat. She saved my cat. But she fell and hurt her ankle in the process.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly.

Ernie corrected you smugly, “She can’t even stand up.”

Oliver frowned. “You’re hurt that bad?”

You shot Ernie a glare, which Oliver took as confirmation that the young boy had told the truth.

“Fancy a lift to the Hospital Wing?” Oliver asked you. It wasn’t really a question, of course, but when he approached you and tried to carefully lift you in his arms, you turned away from him a little.

Oliver hesitated. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I…” You wouldn’t look at Oliver. Finally, you murmured, “I’d rather you carry me on your back, if that’s okay.”

“Oh. Sure.” Oliver knelt down and turned around at the same time, so that he was presenting you with his back. “Up you get.”

Ernie grudgingly helped you up. You slipped your arms around Oliver, and he carefully slid his arms under your thighs and then stood up.

“Hold on,” he muttered quietly, and then he proceeded to carry you up the castle grounds.

You were surprised by how light and rhythmic his footsteps were, and how carefully he seemed to carry you up to the hospital wing.

But Oliver merely shot you a half-smile as he set you down on the hospital bed (per Madam Pomfrey’s instructions) and said, “Bit of a role reversal, huh?”

“What?”

“You know. For once, I’m the one carrying you up to the hospital wing.”

“Oh.”

Oliver hesitated, clearly wondering whether he should go or not. He stepped sideways, a bit awkwardly, and then began to turn away from you – when he stuttered to a stop. He looked back at you.

You stared at him with slightly wide eyes for a long moment. Finally, you blurted out, rather ungracefully – “What?”

“How come you don’t come after me anymore?”

“Huh?”

“When I stay out too late for Quidditch practice, or when Fred and George stuff the Slytherins’ knickers with itching cream before the match and all the Slytherins players have to stop to scratch their bums in the middle of the match, or when I forge McGonagall’s signature to book extra practices - ”

“Oliver, I don’t need to know all this.”

“Oh. Right.” Oliver paused. Then, in a softer voice, he continued, “Well, I reckoned that you already knew all this. I would never rat out my own team.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

Oliver waited for you to say something else, something more, but you didn’t. Finally, he said, once again, “But you don’t come after me anymore.”

“I s’pose not.”

“But why not?”

Feeling an intense defensiveness starting to bubble up inside of you, you scowled and said, “Because I figured that you should take responsibility for your mistakes, for once, Wood, and learn how to tell time. I was sick of telling off Fred and George, too. They can collect all the detentions they want.”

Oliver’s face fell ever so slightly, but you caught it. His eyes drooped just a little at the ends, and he softly bit down on his lower lip. He didn’t react in any other way, and he didn’t tell you that you were being too harsh or anything. He just said, “All right, then,” and started to walk away in earnest.

But something about that damned puppy face of his made you… made you – “Gr,” you growled angrily as you pushed yourself off the bed and went limping against Oliver.

“Hey, Wood!” you called.

But Oliver had already reached the Hospital Wing doors.

My God, that boy walks fast, you thought to yourself. “Wood!”

Oliver, who had already stuck one foot out the door, paused, and then awkwardly stuck his head back into the Hospital Wing.

“Can you please come back here for a mo – Ow!” You had just tried to put your foot down, and an excruciating pain shot up your hurt ankle.

Oliver was by your side in a second, and he scooped you right up and carried you back to bed. “What was that for? The last thing you should be doing is putting pressure on that ankle,” he said beratingly as he put you back down. He dragged a pillow down by your feet and carefully lifted up your hurt leg for you.

“Oliver, wait, you don’t need to - ”

“It’ll help with the swelling. Trust me.”

You eyed him warily as he gently positioned your hurt ankle atop the pillow.

Mistaking your wary gaze as distrust in his knowledge of Healing, Oliver assured you, “I’ve been up here enough times to know this much.”

“But, are you angry with me?” you blurted out.

“What?”

“Are you angry at me?” you asked again. Contrary to your words, however, you were scowling at Oliver as though you were the one angry at him because, in fact, you were annoyed at all the trouble Oliver put you through with his damned puppy expression… Why should I care? you thought exasperatedly, but somehow, you did.

When your suspicious look didn’t soften at all, Oliver sat down on the chair besides you and leaned in closer to you.

You immediately started to shift away from him on the bed, but before you could do so, you suddenly felt a warm hand cover your eyes.

“No, I’m not angry with you. I don’t even know why you’re asking that. Just… stop worrying so much. You’ve got so much worry in this head of yours, but you’re going to be all right. I wish you would trust that.”

Oliver waited a few moments, and he only drew his hand away when he thought you were asleep. Good, he thought, she needs to rest.

However, you immediately blinked your bright eyes open again.

Oliver sighed internally, but he watched in silence as he saw you turn your head towards him.

Then, you asked him an unexpected question, “Wood, how come you’re so into Quidditch?”

“Hm?”

“Quidditch. Tell me what about it makes it so worthwhile for you.”

Oliver saw in your gaze a certain softness, all tangled up with a bright curiosity. In that moment, he thought he saw a glimpse of you as your first-year self, all but a fairy flitting in and among the Quidditch entrances, as well as the woods beyond.

“Have you ever been in the air?” he asked you.

“Sure.”

“Other than hovering a few feet as a first-year, I mean.”

“Oh. No.”

“Well, it’s something else.” Oliver’s dark brown eyes glimmered as he spoke, as if he were seeing himself up on that broom that very moment. “And when you’re surrounded by a group of people you care about, and they all want the same thing as you, are all fighting for the same thing as you – Well, there’s no place you’d rather be.”

You didn’t say anything aloud, but you thought in your head, Wow. That sounds nice. I guess he’s really found his place, huh?

Oliver blinked a bit owlishly, feeling foolish because you weren’t saying anything back.

But finally, you told him, in a quiet, but sincere voice, “Good for you, Oliver. That’s really, really great.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Madam Pomfrey assured you that your ankle would be just fine; however, you did need to wear a splint for the next few days. So, you hobbled around the castle, cursing the cobblestones. Letting out an irritated huff of breath, you decided to sit in the corner of a long hallway, one of the open hallways lining the outdoor courtyard. You watched the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, your eyes tracing the cold water spitting up in the air before arching back down to the earth. Before you knew it, your eyes fluttered shut and you slowly fell back against the little archway…

“Oliver, you’ve got to stop doing that! You’re going to tear your broom apart!”

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sound of a whole group of people walking none-too-delicately across the courtyard reached your ears. What was more, they seemed to be shouting at each other – or rather, at one person in particular.

“Oliver, Angelina’s right, you can’t strain your broomstick like that!”

“I need it go faster.”

“I get that, but pressuring it the way you are isn’t going to help you.”

“Well, practicing slowing down isn’t going to get me anywhere, either,” Oliver replied, a bit obstinately.

At that moment, the very familiar voice of Charlie Weasley sounded out, “Oliver, face it, you need a new broom altogether.”

You sat up a little straighter, just in time to hear George say, “Yeah, Wood, cough up some gold and get yourself a high-end broomstick.”

“I’m surprised you’re still carrying around this piece of twig,” Fred said, snatching Oliver’s broomstick in his own hands to examine it.

“It’s not a twig,” Oliver said defensively, snatching it right back. “It’s carried me through four years of Quidditch.”

“Okay, but Oliver,” Katie said exasperatedly, “playing for Gryffindor is not the same as playing for Puddlemere United!”

Puddle - what? You thought confusedly and sleepily, What’s that?

You felt around for your school bag, intending to sling it over your shoulder and head back up to Gryffindor Tower to finish your nap when Oliver spotted you, for the team had finally crossed the courtyard and come into the hallway where you were sitting.

Oliver changed direction and came over to you at once.

You paused, suddenly aware of how sleepy you were, while a fully invigorated Quidditch team was standing in front of you.

“What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be resting, with your ankle hurt and all?” Oliver asked you, nodding down at your splint.

“Hm? Oh…” You tried to pat down your hair – but then you yawned.

“Did you fall asleep out here?” George asked you, amused.

“You’ve got a twig in your hair,” Alicia said. Giggling a little, she pulled it out of your hair for you.

“Thanks,” you told her politely.

“Wow, after they kicked you off of being Gryffindor prefect, you’ve really gone downhill, eh?” Fred said, good-humoredly poking fun at you.

But you scowled at him. Bet Percy told them. Ugh. I didn’t want anyone to know.

Oliver’s eyes widened for a moment at this piece of information.

You glared at Fred and George. “I got demoted thanks to you two anyways, so don’t even go there.”

Oliver, who was still clutching his broomstick, shifted rather uncomfortably when he heard you say this. He felt responsible for causing you trouble, too.

“Well, anything that stops you from being Perci-fied is a good thing, I reckon, so I’ll take that as a note of gratitude,” Fred replied cheekily, winking at you.

“Um, d’you want us to walk you up?” Oliver asked you, a bit awkwardly, to stop the fury beginning to smolder in your sleepy head from erupting. He still needed his Beaters, as it were.

Charlie stepped forward just then. “I can take her up,” he said firmly. “Oliver, you should go and ask McGonagall for person to leave the castle for Puddlemere United.”

“Oh, right,” Oliver said quietly.

What’s this thing they keep talking about? you thought hazily, as Charlie came up to you.

The rest of the team left, still heckling Oliver about his broomstick, until it was just you and Charlie in the hallway, with you sleepily blinking and swaying on the stone bench, and Charlie standing before you, staring down at you.

“If you want to sleep, you should do so in bed, where it’s comfortable,” Charlie told you, rather sternly.

“What’s a Puddle-moor?” you asked Charlie, ignoring his scolding.

“Puddlemere United is a professional Quidditch team,” Charlie told you. “Oliver’s been invited to try-out for them, but his broomstick’s not up for it, I think.”

You remembered what Oliver had told you once: “There’s no real career track for Quidditch. And even if a team asks you to try-out for them, that one opportunity could be all you ever get.”

You suddenly felt rather awake. “Why can’t he buy a broomstick?”

“He doesn’t have the money, I s’pose,” Charlie said.

“Are broomsticks expensive?”

Charlie chuckled at this. “At the level he needs, yeah, I’d say it costs about an arm and a leg.”

“Really? That much?”

“Yeah. But let’s get you up to bed. It’s getting chilly down here.”

You didn’t feel cold, honestly, until Charlie reached out and touched your shoulder to help you up. It was only when you felt the warmth of his hand immediately soak through your school button-up shirt that you realized how cold you were, and you shivered.

Charlie frowned. “You’re going to catch a cold, aren’t you?”

“No. I don’t want to,” you responded at once.

“Well,” Charlie told you straightforwardly, “‘Afraid that’s not how cold works. It doesn’t just show up on your doorstep and let you say, ‘No, please, not today.’”

“Haha,” you said dryly. “Very funny, Charlie.”

“C’mon, up you get.”

You did get up, and you and Charlie began to walk across the hallway. However, as you started to cross the cobblestones just before the castle entrance, Charlie easily crossed, but then he had to wait for you as you gingerly placed your foot down on a safe spot each time.

“Merlin.” Charlie crossed his arms and leaned against the castle doorway. “Have you been doing this all day?”

“More like all week.”

“How do you ever get to class?”

“I don’t,” you told him. “I just hobble around and switch directions when the bell rings.”

Charlie laughed. Then, he came over to you, and he picked you right up, taking care to gently ease your left thigh up against his hip, so that he wouldn’t irritate your ankle further.

You had to grab onto Charlie to keep your school bag from falling off your shoulder. Your other hand fell on Charlie’s shoulder and you blinked down at him in surprise.

“All right,” Charlie said, seemingly completely unaffected by how snugly your thighs were around him and your pert little ass was resting just atop his cross arms.

“Charlie…” you whispered, half in love with him. It took so little to fall for him, you thought, exhaling softly in your mind. Just a little touch, and I’m his.

Charlie, however, took your saying his name as berating him, and he merely said, “Sorry, love, but I don’t fancy missing dinner.”

You sighed. Oh, right, it’s Charlie Weasley. I’m the only one who’s falling in love here. You settled for clutching onto him as best as you could and just enjoying having his sturdy hips between your thighs. Of course, as he took you up the stairs, you couldn’t help but imagine having him between your thighs in other ways…

However, your mind fluttered on to other thoughts, too, including: “You know, it’d be such a shame if Wood messed up at trials just because of his broomstick,” you mused.

“Yeah, it really would,” Charlie replied. “But that’s how it is in this world. Money and connections can’t be beat.”

You thought about it a little longer. Then, you suggested, “Well, what if everyone pitched in?”

“What d’you mean?”

“Pitched in a few Galleons, or even just a few Knuts, whatever people could afford, and then we used it to buy Wood a new broomstick?”

“I don’t know,” Charlie said skeptically. “Asking a bunch of teenagers for money doesn’t seem like the best way to collect money.”

“We could ask the Professors, too.”

“Could you really see Snape handing you so much as a Knut to help Wood get on a professional Quidditch team?”

“No, silly, but McGonagall might. Maybe even Flitwick. Besides, this isn’t about Gryffindor versus some other House. If Wood really makes it onto a professional team, won’t it be good for the entire school?”

“True,” Charlie admitted.

You looked down at Charlie, with your arms around his neck. You asked him nicely, “Excuse me, sir, would you willing to donate to the Puddle-moor Unified – Oliver Wood fund?”

Charlie barely smothered a laugh as he corrected you, “Puddlemere United.”

“Damn, I’ll have to work on that,” you murmured to yourself.

But Charlie stopped and he shifted you slightly onto one hip to continue holding you as he reached behind him and pulled out a single gold Galleon.

Your eyes grew wide as he handed it to you. “Spend it however you like,” Charlie told you, and leaning forward, he gave you a little kiss on your nose.

* * * * * * * * * *

Once Charlie brought you into the Gryffindor Common Room, he was content to leave you and to go down for dinner with the rest of his friends.

You didn’t do anything except nod your head once and say, “Okay. Thanks for carrying me up here.” However, when you started to turn your eyes away, all downcast, Charlie suddenly reached out and grabbed your shoulder.

There were still many people in the Gryffindor Common Room, so Charlie had to step closer to you and drop his voice to whisper to you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just going to go up and sleep now.”

“No. The last time you said you were fine like this, and I let you go, I regretted it. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You lifted your eyes and looked up at Charlie. There was a certain intensity in his features right now, but you couldn’t imagine why.

“Tell me,” Charlie pressed again, his grip tightening on your shoulder.

“You’ll hate me for it.”

“No, I won’t,” Charlie promised.

Finally, you admitted, “I’ve just missed you these past few weeks, and you’re graduating so soon. That’s all. But I’m not asking anything of you, Charlie. That’s why I don’t tell you when I feel this way.”

Without waiting for an answer, you pulled away from Charlie and you dashed up the steps to the girls’ dormitory, ignoring the burn that flared up in your ankle as you repeatedly abused your splint by racing up the stairs.

* * * * * * * * * *

Gryffindor Tower slowly emptied out as everyone went to dinner. You were alone in your dormitory, having showered and slipped into comfortable pajama bottoms and a warm sweater – Oliver’s Quidditch jersey, in fact. Ugh, don’t I have anything else oversized like this? No, I haven’t requested laundry service in over two weeks. God, Fred was right. My life has gone down the drain. Whatever. You pulled on Oliver’s jersey sweater. It felt strange to wear it, but it was very comfortable and warm, and the it was perfectly oversized for going to sleep in. Feeling very comfortable, you wrapped your arms around your softest pillow and buried your face into it. Before you knew it, you were starting to nod off when –

“Babe, wake up.”

You sleepily lifted your head up to see –

“Huh? Charlie?” you mumbled out.

“Yeah.”

“What’re you doing here?” you said, desperately trying to hide your puffed-up, sleepy face in your pillow again. “Boys can’t come up here!”

“Yeah, ‘cept the person who taught Fred and George how to get around that staircase rule was me. Anyways, sit up for me.”

“But I thought you were at dinner!” you continued to protest, as, under the covers, you quickly pinched your cheeks to try to wake yourself up a little.

“No, I went to the Hospital Wing. I thought your ankle might be hurting from having run up the stairs like that, so I asked Madam Pomfrey for a temporary pain-reliving potion for you.”

“Hm?”

“Here. Drink this.”

When you didn’t move, Charlie impatiently thumped the blankets you were under. It didn’t hurt at all, but you jolted.

“Okay, but you – you can’t say anything about how I look,” you told him.

Charlie sighed and rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Okay…”

When Charlie saw you crawl out from under the covers, the corner of his mouth tugged up into a smile. Look at her, all blushing and sleepy. She can barely get her eyes open, not to mention her hair’s a complete mess. Who knew that this version of her, which apparently, she’s been hiding from me all along, is exactly how I imagine her to be if she were truly mine? All warm and soft and like?

“What’s this?” you asked Charlie, taking the little Potion bottle from him.

“It’s a painkiller,” he replied.

You nodded, and you obediently drank it.

“Here, I’ll take that,” Charlie said, holding his hand out for the empty bottle. You reached out to him – and that was when Charlie happened to catch the name written across the back of your jumper – no, jersey.

Charlie’s brow furrowed. “All right, I know I promised not to say anything about your appearance, but- ”

“What, do I have drool on my mouth?” You quickly made to swipe your hand across your mouth.

“No,” Charlie said shortly. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“Oh.” You paused, now sitting atop the bed with your hands resting between your thighs, and your legs bent, except with your feet pointing outwards and behind you.

Bollocks, I forgot all about it, you thought to yourself. Evasively, you mumbled, “You saw me wearing it before. At the Quidditch match. You didn’t’ care.”

“Well, yeah, because it was at the Quidditch match. That’s when you wear those things. Not to bed.”

You shrugged. “‘S not a big deal, though. It’s just comfortable.”

“Are you dating Wood?” Charlie finally asked.

You could not imagine the amount of pride (albeit foolish pride) that Charlie had to swallow bitterly to ask you this question. In fact, it had been bothering him for weeks now, and time and time again, Charlie had bit down this question because he knew he had no right to press you on this.

Your mouth fell open in shock. “What?”

“Are you seeing Oliver?’ Charlie repeated.

“…No.”

The utter relief Charlie felt when he heard you deny it nearly made him dizzy. Pull it together, he told himself. But the simple thought that you, sitting there all confused-looking and so damn cute in your bed, hadn’t promised yourself to anyone other than Charlie, made Charlie feel so happy – so happy, in fact, that it confused him.

Charlie thought back to that day when you had asked him, “Then, what do you want?”

And Charlie had returned the question to you, asking you, “Do you know what you want?”

I wonder if I was trying to avoid answering her back then, Charlie thought now.

“Charlie?” you asked timidly, for Charlie had fallen completely silent. But with his strong arms crossed against his chest and his brow furrowed, he made for a rather frightening sight.

Charlie gazed at you for a while longer. Damn it, damn it all. I came up here to make amends, to make sure she was all right. But I can’t… The one thing I can’t seem to get over is this – this thing she seems to have with Oliver. Because I have no right to care about it. And yet, I don’t know that I can pretend that I don’t…

Why did it have to happen now? Charlie thought, annoyed. I graduate in only a month. Why couldn’t we have avoided this for just one month? It’d be easier for me to act as I should, to let her live her own life, when I’m far away somewhere chasing dragons and don’t have to see her cute little shape in front of my very eyes.

“Sorry,” Charlie finally said gruffly, turning away from you. He faced your desk instead, and he dropped the empty Potion bottle on top of your desk. Behind him, you magicked water into a clean, empty glass on your bedside table and drank it down.

Feeling like he’d done his part, Charlie started to turn away again, towards your door, when he caught sight of a little packet that you’d thrown carelessly atop a stack of books on top of your desk. It was a little bag of chocolate hearts.

Charlie hesitated. Those chocolates – Aren’t those the ones that she brought up to Wood that day he got hurt?

Yeah, Charlie remembered, Fred, George, and I were leaving the Hospital Wing, and Fred grabbed them out of her hand and asked if they were for Oliver. She blushed and then stormed away.

Charlie’s brow furrowed even deeper, because there was a part of the story that you didn’t know. Just before running into you at the Hospital Wing entrance, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had been in for a bit of a shock, when Oliver, in his unconscious state (after taking the medication that Madam Pomfrey had administered for him) had mumbled out, before the entire team, your name. Yes, Oliver had said your name out loud and not just one, but three times. They were mumbled out in his sleep, sure, but then to come out of the Hospital Wing and run straight into you, carrying a bag of chocolates for said boy, well, of course Charlie was more than a little surprised.

And the thing was, with Charlie, to the extent that he had relationships with any other girls, they were out in the open. If anything, you were his hidden little love affair, because he felt the most protective of you, because he cared the most for you.

But then, because you didn’t show any signs of friendship, let alone love, with Oliver, Charlie felt displaced because he didn’t understand where your closeness with Oliver was coming from. You acted so nonchalant about it, but Charlie couldn’t help except to feel that if he secretly cared the most about you, you actually cared most about Oliver Wood.

It sounded so bizarre, even in his own head, that Charlie couldn’t bring himself to say this all aloud and have an honest discussion about it with you – besides, he was sure you would just deny it all, anyways – but still, something about it bothered Charlie.

“What?” Your irritated voice finally broke into Charlie’s inner monologue. “You come all the way up here and wake me up, and now you won’t even talk to me, or even look at me?”

“Sorry,” Charlie repeated. “I just… It’s weird to see you in that jersey.”

“It’s just a piece of clothing, Charlie.”

“Yeah, I know that, but it has a man’s name written on it, if you haven’t noticed,” Charlie said wryly.

You were fully awake now, and you were all but blazing at the injustice of all of this. “You’re bothered by the fact that there’s another boy’s name on my jumper? Charlie, you sleep with other girls!”

Despite himself, Charlie blushed furiously. “I – I know.”

“You have no right to be upset about what I’m wearing,” you fumed, hand snow balled into fists.

“Yeah, but - ”

“If anything, I should be upset! We both know that I’m the one who’s caught feelings for you! And I know very well that you don’t want them. You don’t want me.”

“All right, I got it - ” Charlie began.

But you steamrollered on, as the pent-up hurt and grief poured out of you at last, “No! You don’t get it. It’s the other way around. I get you. I know you really well, Charlie. I know you better than you’ll ever know me. Because you don’t – you don’t care about me even a f-fraction of what I do f-for you…”

Tears started to swell in your puffy eyes. You immediately tried to wipe them, but the oversized jumper was doing you no favors, getting all tangled up over your hand.

Charlie sighed. He came over to you, and he slid his hand under your chin and rather firmly tugged your chin up to make you look at him. “Can you stop crying for a moment and listen to me?”

“N-No,” you sniffed.

“Well, can you cry and listen to me?”

At this, you stilled. Then, you mumbled, “Yes,” but you turned your head away, until your chin slipped out of his hand.

Charlie sat down beside you on your bed. “Listen,” he said to you, “I know I’ve got no right to tell you who you should or shouldn’t be seeing, or what you ought or ought not to wear. I know that.”

“But it’s one thing for you to know that I see other girls, versus you having to actually see and know when and with who, you know?” Charlie said softly. “I know I’m in the wrong, but you’ve got to see how this affects me.”

You were quiet for a long moment, staring out the dormitory window without actually seeing anything.

“Babe?”

“I’ve seen other girls pull you up to their dormitories. And I’ve seen the way some of your friends flirt with you in front of me. I’ve seen other women’s lipstick on your cheek, Charlie.” You felt the sadness unfurl in your chest, but you tried to keep your voice steady, as you continued, “I know how it feels. I know. But I pretend like I didn’t notice it. You don’t even like me the way I like you, and you can’t hold even that back?” Your words were strong, but you spoke softly, almost curiously, as you continued to look out the window.

Your hands clutched at the hem of Oliver’s jersey as you whispered, “I mean, you’d still be just as disgusted if I was wearing your jersey, so what’s the point in trying to please you? You wouldn’t care for it either way.”

Charlie, who had felt a deep pain unfurling in his own chest, in parallel to the sadness blooming in your yours, suddenly burst out, “That’s not true! Of course I wouldn’t say anything if you were wearing mine.”

Your head whipped around, as startled by how loud Charlie was being (which was very out-of-character for him) as much as you were taken aback by the words coming out of his mouth.

Charlie, too, froze when your eyes met his, and he suddenly realized what he had said.

“What?”

“I – That is…” Charlie sighed. Then, he murmured, rather grudgingly, “C’mon, you already know. And you know just as well that I can’t take responsibility for my feelings. I’m leaving in just a few months, and I – I have things I have to do…”

“You say that as if I don’t,” you murmured, more than a little hurt by how quickly Charlie had disclaimed his feelings, how quickly he had stolen away your first moment of realization and the brief thrill of happiness in knowing that, at some level, your feelings for this confident, ambitious young man, were returned.

Charlie’s eyes tightened. Why can’t she understand me? Why can’t she see what I’m getting at? I’m not trying to hurt her. I’m trying to keep myself from hurting her.

But you surmised your argument quite succinctly and honestly, as you pointed out, “So, I get your jealously, but not your love?”

Charlie saw the hurt flashing through your eyes, and it pained him. “That’s not…” He gritted his teeth for a moment. Then, he asked you, “I don’t know what to say anymore. I just - What do you want from me?”

Your eyes flashed open for a moment. It was what Charlie had asked you last time: “What do you want from me?”

You hesitated. Then, you whispered, “I just want you to be honest with me. Don’t hold back because of some far-off future.”

“It’s not far-off,” Charlie whispered back, but he couldn’t help except lean in towards you. “I’m leaving soon.”

Your hand slipped forward, and found his – your small, warm hand atop his…

You gazed at him with the most beautiful eyes, those eyes you sometimes inadvertently showed him when he was making love to you, those eyes that told Charlie that you knew all about his betrayal, how he meant to leave you even while he was making love to you in a way that promised he wouldn’t.

Charlie’s hand clenched into a fist under your hand. Damn it, damn it, damn it… What do I do?

However, it wasn’t up to Charlie this time. Because once you had made up your mind, you didn’t wait around. Oliver was right – you excelled at determination. You slipped forward, and catching yourself by wrapping your arms around Charlie’s neck, you kissed him first.

“Wait, love,” Charlie said, gently grasping your hips to pull you away.

But you challenged him, murmuring against his lips, “If you don’t like me wearing this jersey, take it off of me.”

Charlie paused. He closed his eyes. Oh God, he groaned in his head. I can’t – can’t hold back any longer. I want her. Fuck, I want her so badly.

“Just- Just for tonight,” Charlie finally breathed out.

“Just for tonight what?” you asked, pressing your forehead against Charlie’s.

“Just for tonight, let’s pretend we’re together,” Charlie whispered. Then, instead of pulling you away, he gripped your hips hard and sat you right down on top of him, into his lap.

“Ah…”

Holding you tightly, Charlie kissed you hard, pushing his lips against yours fervently, wanting to feel your warm, soft mouth melt against his demanding one – and it did, perfectly.

“Fuck,” Charlie growled, and he pushed you down against your mattress.

As you felt Charlie’s hands roughly push the jersey up your bare body, you made to clutch at the soft pillow besides you, but Charlie immediately yanked it and tossed it away.

“No,” he told you, his voice low and serious, “you don’t get to hide behind anything this time. You’re mine, and I…”

Charlie’s hand traveled down the front of your body, slipping between your breasts and down the smooth middle line of your little tummy – you shivered –

“…want to see you all laid out for me.” Charlie’s hand came to the waistband of your pajama bottoms. He started to slip his hand inside the band and curl his fingers around it, to pull it down, but flustered, you said, “Wait, wait, Charlie…”

“What?” Charlie murmured impatiently. His hand twitched. He wanted to see your little pussy all flushed and spread open on his cock. He wanted to see that beautiful flush of pink blossom across your cute face.

“We’re going too fast,” you told him, sitting back up again. “Slow down, baby.”

Charlie sighed. “I thought you wanted this. What do you want from me, then?”

“Just… I don’t know. Let me think about it.” You paused, thinking.

Charlie groaned. For a moment, he buried his head against your neck. In a muffled voice, he complained, “What the fuck can you possibly be thinking about right now, huh? I want you.”

“I want you, too. But not just sex. I’d… I’d like some more kisses,” you finally decided. “And some touching and hugging and stuff before you actually fuck me.”

“Touching and hugging and stuff?” Charlie lifted his head up. His elbows pressed into the bed on either side of you as he looked down at you. His lips were grazing your nose as he whispered, almost scornfully, “Don’t tell me now that you’re into all of that romantic shit.”

You half-scowled and half-blushed. “Of course I am,” you whispered back. “And if I’d known you were such an ass, I’d have demanded it from you all this time.”

Charlie paused. “What? I’m an ass?”

“Yeah.”

“But – But… to you?” Charlie wondered aloud.

“Didn’t we just establish this?” you asked him.

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “Is that why - ?” He suddenly roughly grabbed and fisted the front of your jersey, the fabric right over your thumping little heart. “- you’re wearing this?”

You blinked up at him. “If I say yes, does that bother you?”

“Don’t play games with me. Tell me the truth.”

“Well, then - yes…” you confessed. “If you’d ever, even once, shown me that you had feelings for me, too, I would never have – I wouldn’t have…” You fell silent, not sure yourself where exactly that was going.

Charlie had heard enough. He suddenly pressed his hand down on your chest, causing you to fall back on the bed rather hard. Your back had barely hit the mattress, however, when Charlie roughly yanked the jersey up, pulling your arms up with it.

“Ah!”

A sudden wave of cold air rushed over you, as the jersey was quickly pulled off of your body and slipped over the bed and onto the floor, landing on top of your soft pillow.

“So, you were stringing along poor Wood, just to get me to pay attention to you?” Charlie whispered harshly. “That’s rather low of you.”

“Wait, no,” you said, blushing suddenly. “That’s not what I meant at all! Of course I wouldn’t…”

“Of course you wouldn’t what?”

“I wouldn’t do that to Wood.” You paused. “Or to myself.”

“What?” Charlie snorted. “Too much pride?”

But you glared up at him and said sternly, “Yes. Exactly. I have dignity, and I care about people’s feelings.”

“Oh, and I don’t?”

“Well, not as much, clearly,” you said, honestly. “Or at least, I don’t feel that you do. Maybe some other girl thinks you do.”

“What other girl?”

“Whichever girl you care most for…”

Charlie frowned. “You’re making me look bad here, babe. Don’t you get it? You’re the girl I care most for, and if you think I’m an ass, then there’s no getting around that.”

You hesitated. “Me? You care about me most?”

“Yes, you silly girl,” Charlie told you, and a low growl thrummed through his chest. “I thought you’d realize how much I was holding back for you, but if you didn’t realize that all this time, then there’s nothing else for it. I give up. And clearly, the only way to convince you is to take you as mine. So, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to fucking take you.” The low growl ripped through his chest harshly by the time he said those last two words: ‘take you.’

Charlie’s hands roamed your body hungrily, especially over your soft little tummy before finally grasping at your breasts.

“Charlie,” you whispered. His hands were warming you up so quickly, and so well, much better than just a simple jersey.

Charlie tugged at your bra. It broke easily in his hand, and he tossed it away carelessly.

You started to whine, when Charlie murmured, “I’ll fix it afterwards. Stop worrying.”

Stop worrying. For some reason, Oliver’s face flashed across your mind. “You worry too much.” You blinked, confused at why you were thinking about Oliver when –

“Ah,” you breathed out suddenly, as Charlie rubbed his thumbs against both of your nipples. A moment later, he pushed your soft breasts together easily with his large hands, and then he buried his face against your breasts. You felt his hot tongue lavish your breasts, one by one, followed quickly by his teeth pulling hard at your delicate little nipples. You squirmed, but Charlie held you down against the bed. He opened his mouth and took as much of your soft breast as he could into his mouth before sucking at your lovely skin.

You breathed out shallowly, head already ringing, as Charlie caused warmth to blossom over your breasts. Your hands found their way into his hair, twisting at his ginger locks. Finally, he sank down onto the bed, on top of you, keeping you underneath him and pressed down into your mattress. He sucked at your neck for a moment before returning to your breasts.

Your eyes slipped shut. You wondered if you were dreaming. But that would be too cruel, you thought to yourself. I’ve put in so much effort reminding myself not to ever, ever think about Charlie in this way – that is, as anything other than a friend with benefits.

But I guess, for tonight, it’s okay to think of him – well, to admit that I think of him – as more than that. As much, much more…

“Does it feel good?” Charlie asked you, as his lips left a pattern of kisses and bites over both your breasts.

“So good,” you murmured back. “Mm…”

Charlie glanced up to see your beautiful bare chest, and your throat, and he could see you giving little gulps as you tried to get your breath back. Beyond that lovely view, there was your delicate little jaw and then – Charlie could see it at last, that soft pink blush starting to betray how good he was making you feel. Charlie loved seeing you blush for him. And he loved even more seeing your entire body blushing for him – your sweet pussy, flushed pink from taking too much cock, and your gorgeous hips, blushing pink because he’d had his hands gripping you there all night – and even now, when Charlie had finally lifted his head from your breasts, he saw the soft pink marks from all of his sucking and biting flushing pink against your breasts, especially your taut, perky nipples all pink from being lavished by his tongue and teased a little by his teeth.

“You’re cute as hell when you’re like this,” Charlie told you, gently massaging your breasts with both of his hands now.

“Hm?” You lifted your head a little to look down at Charlie.

“Don’t play coy,” Charlie admonished you. “You know what you’re doing. You know what kind of face you’re making.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking ab – ah!” you cried out mid-sentence, for Charlie had taken your sensitive nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed – hard.

“Don’t play pretend with me, love,” Charlie warned you, not releasing your poor little nipple from between his fingers.

“I-I’m not,” you protested. You tried to hold back from showing how much it hurt for him to pinch you like that, but it burst out of you as you spoke. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. R-Really- ah, please! Charlie!”

Charlie studied you, while meanly playing with and pulling at your little nipple. He said disbelievingly, “You really don’t know that your face has ‘daddy-fuck-me-dumb’ written all over it right now?”

“Huh?” You flushed, embarrassed, as you heard what Charlie had just described your expression as. “I don’t look like that!”

“Yeah, you do.”

“No…” you protested weakly.

Charlie shook his head at you. Then, he slid his hand down your tummy and tugged at the front of your pajama bottoms.

“What are you gonna do?” you asked Charlie, as you stared down at his hand and watched as he yanked your pajama bottoms down to your thighs.

“I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, and then on my face,” Charlie whispered huskily. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you’re cumming desperately on my cock, and the only word you remember how to say is my name…”

You blinked, dazed at simply hearing how Charlie was going to ruin you. Oh my, you thought, and you felt gave you a little lurch of anticipation in your tummy that made it difficult to speak clearly. Instead, you began to breathe quite a bit quicker.

Hearing your breathing pick up, Charlie smiled a little, though he hid his face from you by kissing your neck. She wants it, he realized. She wants it as much as I do. A sense of relief and care for you rushed out of his heart.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered gruffly, and the term of endearment sounded unpracticed on his lips.

“What is it?”

“I want to taste you,” he whispered.

“Oh, Charlie, no. Don’t you remember last time? That was – that was embarrassing.”

“Why? Because you lost control in front of me?”

Your face heated up, as you remembered, “I… I think I creamed all over your face.”

“Yes, you did, babe, and I want you to do it for me again,” Charlie whispered.

“Really?” you asked doubtfully.

Charlie didn’t answer out loud. Instead, he slid down your body until his knees hit the floor. He pulled you with him, tugging you down until your hips were lying on the edge of your mattress.

“Legs up,” he told you, pushing your thighs up.

You swallowed a little as you gathered your legs together and pulled them up into the air. Charlie pulled your pajama bottoms off the rest of the way. They dropped to the floor besides him, right atop your bra, jersey, and pillow.

Charlie reached forward and he none-too-gently pushed his fingers against your panties, right over your pussy lips, pushing hard enough for his fingers to slip forward a little and push against your clit, too.

“Mm.” A soft, pretty moan slipped from between your lips.

Charlie watched as your outline shivered slightly against the mattress. Instinctively, your hands reached down and you snuck your hands between your thighs, as if to cover yourself up. But instead of pushing Charlie’s hand away, your hands closed over his and encouraged him to touch you harder, better, faster…

“M-mm-mm,” you moaned in soft, stuttered moans, as Charlie started to rub you in earnest through your panties.

Look at her, Charlie thought, just fucking look at her. Mmm, baby…

Feels so good, you thought, all but purring in your head. You crossed your legs, pushing Charlie’s hand harder against yourself, and you wiggled your hips a little, rubbing yourself against his hand.

Charlie let you have his hand for a little while, but as he could feel you just starting to get wet, he reached down and slowly but firmly split your legs apart. Taking your hands in his, he guided your hands to the sides of your thighs so that as he held up your legs, your hands were trapped underneath his. Charlie glanced down, only to see a small wet spot growing on your panties, right where it covered your little pussyhole.

You lifted your head and watched Charlie with bated breath as he lowered his head. You bit your lower lip, trying not to say anything, but fuck, did you want this. In fact, if you were being honest with yourself, you’d been dreaming about it every night since it’d happened, since Charlie had first held you just like this and pushed his mouth hungrily against your pussy until you’d creamed uncontrollably all over his face. Yes, afterwards, you’d been so embarrassed that you’d promptly shut your legs and all but shoved him out of the way as you ran, with all the gracefulness of a newborn giraffe, out of the room, clutching desperately at the side of the skirt to keep it up around your waist as you stumbled back into your own room. But still, once you’d calmed down a little, and you’d gotten used to seeing Charlie smirking at you from all the way across the hallway or the Great Hall, every time you thought about the incident, it made your heart go straight to your pussy and it would go all thump, thump, thump between your legs instead. All this to explain why, right now, you were staring down at Charlie with trepidation.

Charlie looked up and locked eyes with you for a moment, as he used his teeth to pull aside your panties. He blew gently on your pussy, making you squirm a little, before he finally bowed his head completely and then –

“Ah.” A soft, fluttering breath escaped you as you felt his warm lips press against your bare pussy.

“So sensitive,” Charlie murmured. “See? This is why I can’t treat you like I treat the other girls. You react to everything, babe.”

“Be nice,” you mumbled back.

“I am being nice,” Charlie whispered, and then, he sucked gently on your pussy.

You only emphasized his point by letting out a soft whimper in response. Instinctively, you tried to move your hips from side to side to release some of the soft tension blossoming in your pussy, but you felt Charlie’s hands tighten over yours, holding onto your thighs, and effectively keeping your little cunt right where he wanted it.

“Stop that,” he told you, and he leaned down and kissed your pussy even harder.

“Ah, God,” you moaned out.

Charlie buried his head deeper between your thighs. A moment later, you felt his tongue lapping rather harshly at your pussy hole, while his nose nudged at your clit.

“C-Charlie, please, nngh,” you blurted out. Even without Charlie’s guidance, you gripped your own thighs tighter, so that Charlie could feel your hands tensing under his.

“Relax, love,” Charlie said – not soothingly, but as a warning, “I’ve only just started.”

“Charlie,” you whispered in a tight, little voice, as you were starting to doubt your ability not to embarrass yourself again. You swore you could cum right now; you could cum from the tension alone of having Charlie between your legs like this. You dreamed about him so often. You weren’t sure when his roughish and freckled face had become so handsome to you, but it was. To now peek down and see Charlie Weasley between your legs was – Oooh…

“Maybe – Maybe we should just have sex,” you blurted out. “Stop this – um – eating me out thing…”

But even as you were speaking, Charlie could feel how wet you were getting against his mouth. “Oh, yeah?” he teased you, and he let his voice hum gently against you.

“Ye – nngh…” You clenched your teeth together, and your nails dug sharply into the softness of your thighs.

“C-Charlie, s-stop,” you mumbled out weakly. Only, as you spoke, you gently pushed your thighs together against Charlie’s head, keeping him right where he was.

Charlie laughed lowly before giving your pussy a now slightly sloppy kiss. “But you’re only just getting wet,” he told you, “and I want to taste you when you cream, babe.”

“D’you – D’you have to taste me?” you breathed out.

Charlie played along with you. “Yeah, I have to taste you, love. I’ve thought of this so many times since last time.”

“You too?” you whispered, not realizing you were confessing to Charlie that you dreamed about him eating you out all the time.

Charlie hesitated, feeling the urge to suddenly tease you about how you were playing hard-to-get, acting all embarrassed again, when you wanted this. But he decided that he should play the nice guy for today, that he didn’t want to be an asshole to you. So, he said, quite honestly, “Babe, I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

With that, Charlie pushed his mouth against you again. This time, he pushed his tongue against your clit over and over again, stimulating your clit all over with his wet, soft tongue.

Your breath caught for a moment, and you squirmed a bit wildly on the edge of the bed. But Charlie reached up and, placing his arm against your hips, he anchored you down firmly.

“Mmm,” he groaned, and he opened his mouth more, until his jaw was going up and down as he sucked and tongued your little pussy over and over again.

“Ha- a-ah, ah, ah!” Your moans became more desperate as Charlie relentlessly tongue-fucked your pussy, then sucked on your clit, and then wetly and heavily kissed your pussy until a soft, yet rather lewd, smacking sound rang out.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” Charlie praised you. “Mmm, I want you to cum right in my mouth, babe.”

“Ah,” you whimpered. Giving up on holding your legs up any longer, you let your legs splay open over the edge of the bed, and you opted instead to tangle your fingers into Charlie’s hair and to tug at his hair whenever he made you jolt from pleasure.

As Charlie took you closer and closer to your climax, your grip suddenly began vicelike in Charlie’s hair. To his surprise, you suddenly held his face in place as you pushed your hips against him, pressing your pussy against his mouth of your own free will and rolling your hips beautifully against his lips.

Charlie quickly reached up and grasped your hips, to support you, and he watched in awe as your breasts bounced lightly and your tummy rippled softly as your hips went up and down against his face.

“Mmmm!” you moaned heavily. “F-Fuck, think I’m g-gonna c-cum – Charlie! Ah!”

Grabbing your hips and pinning you down against his mouth, Charlie growled straight into your pussy, shaking his head lightly back and forth, providing the intense friction needed to finally push you over the edge and –

“Uhn!” you gasped loudly. Your back arched off the mattress and your legs came up. Charlie hurriedly folded your legs, bending them at your knees. He got back up onto the bed then, while pushing your legs down, effectively pushing you back into the mattress until you were somewhat curled up, with your pussy and ass in the air. Folding you into such a position, Charlie went down on you again, making you cream right on his face.

“Mmm, babe, fuck, c’mon, cum harder, harder,” he moaned, coaxing you.

Your fingers had slid out of Charlie’s hair and you were now grasping at the sheets on either side of you, trying to keep some semblance of control over yourself as Charlie devoured your poor little pussy, even as you were cumming all over his face. Your little feet kicked out, thrashing in the air a little, as Charlie held you down against his mouth.

“Ah! I’m c-cumming!” you cried out loudly. Your face turned bright pink as you panted heavily, and for a moment, you blanked out.

A slow, honeyed pool of cum, followed by a thick, milky white cream, trickled, and then pooled out, of your sweet little pussy. Charlie obediently lapped it all up, and he savored every bit of it. My girl’s cum, he thought to himself. Fuck, she tastes so sweet. I could eat this pussy out all day. Mmm, my girl. He moaned as he pushed his tongue against your pussy yet again, to make sure he hadn’t missed a drop of you.

Exhausted already, a long, low moan left you, and you slumped back entirely on the bed, with your hips sliding down onto Charlie’s lap. Your hands relaxed and opened to reveal the wrinkled sheets you had been holding onto. Besides that, your hair was now a mess against the sheets you’d been squirming against.

Charlie let you rest for a moment, though he kept his gaze on your pinkened little pussy, now all wet and puffy from having been sucked on so much.

Your voice brought him back to reality, as you murmured, “Um, Charlie, you have…” You motioned at your own face. Charlie reached up and wiped his mouth, swiping away the bit of cream left on his mouth from you.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Okay.”

“You’re still cumming a little, babe,” Charlie told you, watching as a trickle of cum dribbled softly onto your thigh.

“Oh.” You made to pull away and close your legs. But Charlie shook his head. He reached down and gently rubbed your pussy with his hands, spreading your wetness on his fingers. Then, he brought his hand to his mouth and slowly tasted you on his hand again, making sure to lick his fingers clean.

“You have the sweetest pussy,” Charlie told you, as he sucked on his fingers.

You blinked.

Charlie chuckled a little as he said, “That’s a compliment, y’know. You don’t have to look so embarrassed.”

“No, I – I know,” you murmured softly. “It’s just that…” Your voice faded away, but Charlie picked up your unfinished thought.

“Love, am I the only one whose ever tasted you like this?” Charlie asked.

You hesitated, before you admitted reluctantly, “Yes.”

“Wait.” Charlie cocked his head at you. “Am I the only one you’ve ever done anything with? Not just slept with, but anything? Kissed, held hands…?”

It was Charlie’s voice that trailed off this time, for you were determinedly looking away from him, refusing to answer.

“Hey, c’mon, don’t ignore me,” Charlie said, tapping his fingers against your thigh.

A tiny voice -your voice - finally replied, “Yes.”

Charlie fell still. Your words came back to him in that moment: “You’re bothered by the fact that there’s another boy’s name on my jumper? Charlie, you sleep with other girls!”

When Charlie’s gaze flickered back to your face, you blushed and looked away.

“What are you looking away for?” Charlie asked you, frowning. “You have me where you want, don’t you? And so what if I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? It’s just sex. And we’re both getting what we want.”

“Don’t talk like that,” you pushed back. “You make our relationship sound so… transactional.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Charlie said. “What I’m saying is… You shouldn’t be shy with me just because I’m the only one you’ve been with. You should feel free to tell me what you want.”

You sighed. “You did give me what I wanted,” you assured him. “It’s just that – well, this is only the beginning of what I want with you.”

Hearing your words, Charlie reached down and pushed his hand against your pussy once more. “You’re saying this little pussy of yours is asking for me?”

“Mm.” A soft breath left you. “Yes,” you whispered. “I want more.”

Charlie locked eyes with you. “I’ll give you everything you want, love,” he whispered. “But you have to realize how greedy you are.”

“What? How am I greedy?” you insisted.

“Because.” Charlie chose that moment to push his index finger inside of you, pushing into your silky little pussy, perfectly wet already from having cum for him just minutes ago.

You instantly tensed, and Charlie felt your walls gripping at his finger. “Yeah, I can feel you, love,” he whispered to you, still keeping his eyes locked on yours. “This is all you want – a man’s cock stuffing your hungry little pussy, am I right?”

“No, you’re misunderstanding. It’s y-you that I want. I like being w-with you,” you stuttered out.

“Yeah, right,” Charlie said dismissively. Pushing his finger in further, he continued lowly, “I can feel this little cunt of yours squeezing all over me already, and that’s just my fingers. You just want to be fucked, right? And I do it better than any other man you know. That’s why you want me, isn’t it? Tell the truth.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “Why are you being so mean?” you whispered. You wanted a romantic night with Charlie, for once. You thought that was what he had promised you. So, why was he now treating you like this?

“Because you don’t know - ” Charlie began, frustrated. He cut himself off, however, controlling himself.

“Don’t know what?” you asked him. You pulled away from him. Sitting up in bed, you scooted closer to him. “Charlie, what’s going on with you?”

“You don’t know how you make me feel,” Charlie whispered to you. His strong jaw was locked, and an intense energy radiated from his strong, bulky frame.

“How I make you feel?” you repeated, confused. “I thought the problem was that I had feelings for you. Wasn’t that what we were just talking about? How it was hypocritical of you to sleep with other girls, but then to be jealous of me for wearing Oliver’s jersey…”

Charlie suddenly glared at you. You fell quiet, but you didn’t back down from him. It was true, and you weren’t going to pretend otherwise.

Charlie knew it, too, and after a moment, he muttered, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… look at you like that.”

You didn’t say anything to excuse or blame him. You simply waited patiently for him to explain to you what was going on.

Finally, Charlie said, “You make me possessive. And love, I’m not the possessive sort. I’m really not. And you… you also change around me.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.” Charlie nodded. “You’re normally so tough, but whenever you see me, whenever you’re with me, it’s like you become softer, more vulnerable to hurt, and more… dependent.”

You paused, thinking about what he was saying.

Charlie looked over at you again. “You really don’t notice how much we change around each other?”

You were staring at Charlie with wide eyes, and clearly, the answer was that – no, you didn’t know.

Charlie groaned. It was a hundred times harder realizing that you were completely oblivious to what was going on in his head. His teeth gritted together, Charlie slowly shook his head before he spat out, almost angrily, “You make it fucking impossible.”

You blinked in shock, completely taken aback by his words. “What?” you said, aghast. “Why should you reject me just because I’ve only ever been with you? That’s unfair, Charlie!”

Shaking his head, Charlie suddenly grabbed you and pushed you down on the bed, but you were pushing right back at him. Charlie, however, quickly grasped your wrists, and gathering your hands to his chest, he whispered feelingly, “No, not reject you, you silly little girl. Will you please get that thought out of your head? What I mean is – you being like this makes it harder for me to leave you. You don’t know how close I am to giving up everything to just be with you. And you aren’t even doing it on purpose. You’re just being yourself around me, and it – it makes it so that I can’t even fucking think straight.”

You quieted, no longer pushing against him. “Oh,” you murmured softly. I didn’t realize how complicated his thinking was.

“Charlie,” you said uncertainly. “I don’t understand you completely, and I’m sorry for that. But it’s simple in my head: I just like you.”

“Yeah, I know that now,” Charlie replied. He sighed heavily.

You slowly opened your hands against his chest, and Charlie watched you.

“Love shouldn’t be this hard,” you whispered sadly. “We should just want to be with each other. That’s all.”

Charlie didn’t reply right away. But when he spoke again, his voice was soft – softer than you’d ever heard it. “Babe…”

“Yeah?”

“Let me make love to you.”

You frowned, confused. “What have we been doing all this time?”

Despite the seriousness of the moment, Charlie snorted lightly at your remark. “Well, sure, we’ve been fucking all over the castle,” he agreed. “But…” He dipped his head so that his lips grazed your shoulder. “I’ve never made love to you. Well, I’ve never made love to anyone.”

At this, your breath caught and your eyes lit up. “Really?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah. Really.” Charlie finally smiled. It was a small smile, but a genuine one, as he saw how very happy you suddenly looked.

“Charlie Weasley is going to make love to me?” you asked him, teasing him a little. “Oh my, aren’t I a lucky girl?”

“Shut up,” Charlie replied. “It sounds so stupid when you say it like that.”

You laughed lightly. But then, you said earnestly, “Not at all. I’m really happy.”

With his lips still pressed lightly to your shoulder, Charlie looked up at you. You gazed back at him, watching the way the low lamplight filtered through his reddish lashes and illuminated the warm brown color of his eyes.

“You’re not going to regret this?” he asked you quietly. “You’re not going to hate me after this?”

“No.”

But just then, Charlie clarified, “Even if I can’t stay with you after this?”

You hesitated. “Well…”

Charlie waited, though you could feel that his entire body was tense with impatience.

Finally, you said, “I’ll miss you a lot. I wonder if that will feel like the same thing for a little while.”

Charlie nodded. He draped his arm over you, and you sighed in happiness. You felt so safe like this, brought in under the warmth of his arm and pulled tight against his body.

A few minutes passed, but then you remembered – “So, you want to make love to me?”

Charlie opened his eyes. “‘Course. I’ve been wanting to make you mine for a while now.”

You smiled at him. Then, you slid your left thigh over his hips, until you were sitting on top of him. Reaching down, your hands greedily tugged at the bottom of his shirt, until Charlie got the picture. He sat up, too, though carefully, as you were sitting in his lap, and he peeled off his shirt.

You hugged him at once, wanting to feel his bare skin against yours.

Letting you hold onto him, Charlie lovingly ran his hands up and down your sides and your back. Finally, he cupped the back of your neck, except he used his thumb to gently push your face back (as you had nestled your face into his shoulder). Once you had sat up a little, Charlie kissed you. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but you had long since realized that Charlie was not a gentle lover. Not that he didn’t know how to be gentle, but for him, love was not a gentle thing. Love was a frightening and all-consuming thing, because he had bargained on success in his life as something well outside of love, so to be pulled in by it, to be pulled in by you, was a difficult reality for him. And this struggle came out in the way he touched you and kissed you – not gently, as if you were this precious thing that he might break, but passionately, as if you were going to disappear at any moment if he didn’t hold on to you tightly enough and as if you were going to break him if he didn’t restrain you first.

You knew that love shouldn’t be this hard, that something was wrong, but at the same time, you loved that Charlie was finally taking you seriously, as he should have done from the very first moment with you, and you were grateful that he didn’t try to handle you all pretty and delicate, but that he took you the way you wanted to be taken – roughly, passionately, and breathlessly.

In short, you wanted nothing more than to be lost in Charlie Weasley.

That was why, you not only let Charlie kiss you, but you even pushed back a little, and the kiss escalated until it was near animalistic, less a romantic kiss than an excuse to clash with each other. Charlie was gripping onto your hips, while you were shifting all over his lap, rubbing at his cock through his pants with your bare ass and pussy. You left the front of his jeans all sticky as your sweet little cunt became wet again.

Mmm, jeans feel so good, you found yourself thinking hazily, as you held onto Charlie’s shoulders and kissed him and rubbed your cunt all over his lap.

You could feel Charlie growing stiffer in his pants, and you smiled knowingly. Charlie, feeling your lips curve up mischievously, paused to ask, breathlessly, “What are you smirking at, huh?”

“Nothing,” you whispered, and you teased him by gently biting down on his lower lip.

“Oh, yeah?” Charlie’s hand slid down from your hips to your ass and he pushed at your ass, spreading you wide open, and then he sat you right down in his lap.

“Ah!” you gasped, when you felt your pussy lips spread open against the bulge in his jeans.

“Mm, such a cute little ass,” Charlie smirked. “And your pussy’s all wet again, isn’t it? Wanting to be all filled up.”

At this, you couldn’t help but nod, and your chin grazed Charlie’s shoulder.

Feeling your little head go up and down, Charlie bit your neck lightly before he whispered tauntingly, “Fuck, you’re just begging for me like a little slut, aren’t you?”

You paused. Lifting your head from his shoulder, you asked Charlie, “Is that bad?”

Hearing your cute voice asking such a thing, the logical part of Charlie’s mind snapped in two. Wrapping his arms around you, Charlie flipped you over, so that you were lying on your back on the mattress. At once, he thrust into you, slamming his hips into yours, and pushing his bulge right up against your cunt.

You gasped, and a breathless moan tore from your throat.

“This is what little sluts get,” Charlie whispered harshly. “A deep pounding, right inside their little cunt. Is that what you want? Huh?”

You whimpered.

“Use your words, love,” Charlie berated you. “Otherwise, you won’t get anything.

Pitiful whimpers sounded out from your lips before you managed to string together anything remotely coherent. “T-Take off your jeans, p-please,” you moaned. Your words echoed around in Charlie’s head, as the desire flooding your voice filled his mind.

“Want you i-inside me,” you breathed out in a barely audible voice. “N-Now, p-please.”

“Yeah? You want me, babe?” Charlie asked you, while laying a line of rough kisses down your cheek and jaw. “You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you stressed.

“Take it, then,” Charlie told you. “Take what’s yours, love.”

With shivering, fumbling hands, you reached down and hurriedly tugged down Charlie’s zipper. Once you had peeled his pants off to his thighs, you reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. You moaned in anticipation. Your little hands made two fists and ran up and down his cock, stroking it to make it his cock even thicker and harder for you to take.

“Wait, babe, you’re s’psed to - ” Charlie started to say, but when he felt your hands claiming his cock for yourself, he all but choked on his own words. Not only that, but you were already spreading your thighs out for him, and Charlie caught sight of you presenting your sweet little cunt to him, and you were looking up at him with such cute eyes, all but begging to be taken.

Fuck it, he thought. Charlie hurriedly kicked off his pants, so that they joined the messy pile of your clothes on the floor. Then, collapsing on top of you, Charlie hugged you tighter just before he finally pushed inside of you.

As the tip of his swollen cock pushed at your tight hole, you gasped softly. Charlie moaned, but he kept pushing until -

“A-Ah… Charlie,” you whimpered. Your little cunt wrapped around and thumped on the head of his cock, and Charlie felt it – how that sweet spot just between your thighs reflected your heartbeat in your precious little chest.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” he whispered, nuzzling your hair with his nose.

“Yeah?” you breathed out, doing your best to keep your legs open for Charlie as his cock spread your tight hole open.

“Yeah,” Charlie affirmed.

“Good,” you huffed out. “I – I try.”

“I know you do, babe. I know.” With that, Charlie lavished your face with sweet kisses. During these kisses, he continued to push his hips forward – slowly, steadily, splitting open your tight little pussy with his thick, stiff cock.

“Oh, God,” you whined. “C-Charlie, it’s – uhn – m-my pussy i-is – ah!”

“You’re so fucking tight, babe,” Charlie choked out. “Relax, love.”

“But – But – nngh, Charlie!” You tried to bring your legs together, only to find Charlie’s strong hips in the way.

“Sh, you’re okay. Just relax for me,” Charlie whispered to you.

“But you’re splitting me open,” you whined again.

“Thought this is what you wanted,” Charlie accused you. “Wanted a thick cock splitting you open. Right?”

“Yes,” you admitted, blushing. “But, um… Ah!”

Charlie groaned. For once, he was the one shivering, as he was holding back from fucking the length of his cock into your perfect little cunt all at once. He hugged you even tighter in his arms, pushing you down a little on his cock, and you yelped loudly.

“Charlie!”

Charlie gritted his teeth together. He asked you in a raspy voice, “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“What?”

“Tell me.”

“It – It’s mine,” you huffed out.

“I don’t think so, love.”

“No? W-Why not?” Your mind was all in disarray. Not only was Charlie still pushing into you, though very slowly, and making you feel every inch of his thickness, but now he was asking you confusing questions, and you were visibly puzzled.

“You know what I think?” Charlie felt the tip of his cock being squeezed. Instead of relaxing, you were getting tighter and tighter.

“H-Huh?” you blurted out mindlessly. You didn’t realize it, but your thighs were now pressed flushed against Charlie’s sides, and your nails were digging into his chest. The more he pushed into you, the deeper your nails went, until there were ten little half-moon crescents on either side of the silver chain from which his dragon tag hung.

“I think it’s mine. This is my pussy. All fucking mine,” Charlie growled – and then he thrust, snapping his hips forward.

“Ah! C-Charlie!” You let out a strangled whimper. “Wait…”

Charlie groaned. “You need me to stop now?” His cock was pulsing hard, and Charlie’s mind was buzzing as his need to be buried inside of you took over nearly ever other thought in his brain.

But you were shaking your head and pushing at his shoulders, so Charlie immediately stopped.

“Give me a m-minute to adjust,” you breathed out. “Ah… Fuck, you’re so big. Nngh…”

“But you’re so wet,” Charlie whispered. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little. ‘Cause – I mean - Can’t you f-feel how t-tight I am for you?” you whispered back.

As his words sunk into his brain, Charlie paused for a moment. Can’t you feel how tight I am for you?

Fuck, Charlie complained in his head, is she kidding me? Of course I can feel how tight she is for me. That’s all I can feel, and god damn it, but it makes me want to fucking rail her, to make her take my cock until I cum in her, over and over again, until her pretty little pussy is painted with my cum, and she’s just babbling my name and whimpering about how good I’m making her feel…

Charlie groaned again. “Shit, okay, okay…” he said hastily. “Let’s get you wetter, so it doesn’t hurt.”

You nodded. You thought he was going to pull out, but Charlie kept himself inside you, only, reaching down, he started to touch your pussy while your little pussy hole was still stretched tight on his cock.

You gasped loudly. “Charlie! W-wait, wa – ah! Ah!” You tried to close your thighs, but with his cock filling up your pussy and his hand between your thighs, that was impossible.

“Cum on my cock, babe,” Charlie whispered, in a ragged, husky voice. “Let me feel that little pussy get all wet on me, all right?”

With a loud whimper, you buried your face against Charlie’s shoulder and you held onto him as tightly as you could. You couldn’t bear it. Your cunt was start to throb all over the place, and you wanted to release – but his cock was filling you up, so you didn’t know how to release. You didn’t – You couldn’t – You let out a loud sob. “Uhn!”

Charlie moaned heavily as he felt your silky walls clamp down tightly on his cock. Resisting the urge to push his cock inside of you all the way, Charlie instead messily patted your abused little cunt, as a rush of your hot, sweet cum squirted messily into the air before gushing down his cock.

“Hah…!” An intense puff of breath left you as you released without meaning to, and an incredible sense of the tension bursting out of you washed over your body.

“Oh, God,” you whimpered softly, as you came back to consciousness and started to realize what a mess you’d made.

Charlie breathed out heavily, though he hadn’t even started to take you yet, as he felt your warm cum drip down his cock and onto his thighs. “Fuck, you cum so much,” he breathed out.

You had started to pull away from Charlie’s chest, to catch your breath, but at hearing him say that, you flushed with embarrassment and you pushed your face into his chest again.

“You made me,” you told Charlie, feeling a bit wronged.

“I know, love. I need you to take me,” Charlie replied. “But I want it to feel good for you, too. Are you wet enough now?”

You nodded. Feeling his cock inside of you, there was still an intense sense of friction, but that burn from before was gone, soothed away by how wet all your cum had made you.

However, that sense of relief was quickly taken away and replaced by a new low, thrumming, and desperate feeling of need and pleasure, and need and pleasure, as Charlie finally started to take you and for the first few minutes, all you found yourself capable of doing was lying there with your legs spread wide, taking Charlie’s cock as he made you his woman by thrusting into you over and over again.

You let out a loud, strangled moan, and Charlie reached over and clamped his hand over your mouth. Everything became very hazy and blurry, as Charlie kept you down on the bed, fucking your little pussy and giving you the rough, hard pounding that he felt his sweet little girl deserved.

“Mmpfh, mm, mm – mmm!” you moaned out against his hand.

“Sh, babe,” Charlie whispered to you. But he was lying. He loved feeling you moaning into his hand.

Oh, Charlie, you thought, in love with him all over again. He made you feel so beautiful, as he sank with you into this world of mindless, yet heightened pleasure. Only, this time, the ending was different.

Yes, at first, it felt familiar – this rough, intense fucking. But then, what happened was that instead of Charlie using your tight cunt to finish as quickly as possible, he would slow down, and then he would start to roll his hips forward, and the friction you felt right at your pussyhole felt so incredible. You melted back against the bed, and Charlie would take note of that and keep going, until your thighs were shaking. Then, Charlie would gather you all up underneath him, and remind you of what a good girl you were before he started to fuck you ruthlessly again.

You alternated between soft, happy moans and loud, desperate cries, depending on how he was taking you.

This went on for a very, very long time. However, it would be a mistake to say that it was repetitive in any way, other than maybe your endless cries and the consistent slapping sound as Charlie drove his hips into yours. Actually, one moment you were pressed into the mattress, and you were moaning hotly against Charlie’s shoulders, and he was hugging you so hard you thought you were going to break, but you loved it; the next, you were pushed up against the dresser with one knee balanced on the edge and Charlie was pulling your hair back, making you arch your back so that he could fuck you deep inside your cunt, and Charlie was fucking you so hard that you suddenly slid forward and found yourself pressed hard against the mirror, and your desperate moans left a fog on the glass that condensated until droplets of water streaked down the mirror; then, you were slammed into the wall, even though Charlie was holding you in his arms and your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing him, and at first, he had been bouncing you on his cock, but as he wanted you more and more and you were begging for him, too, he pressed you up against the wall and thrust into you as hard as could from below; somehow, you both fell backwards onto the desk, entangled together in a mess of sweat, cries, and cum, and an ink bottle shattered somewhere, and nail marks appeared on Charlie’s back and chest, and both of your thighs were bright pink from rutting into each other, and yet, you both kept going, kept pushing your bodies to the limit, with your arms around Charlie’s shoulder, and his right arm hugging you by your waist while his left hand with pushing down on your right thigh, making sure you stayed wide open for him to fuck your pussy; and finally, you were both on the floor, and his entire body was covering yours and working hard to make love to you, to give you pleasure between your sweet little legs…

At some point, somebody cautiously knocked on your door, but Charlie ignored it. You could only yelp out something incoherent, something like, “H-Hi! Come – Come later!” before you lost focus on everything except the feeling of Charlie kissing you, holding you, and pushing his cock into your tight cunt.

At another point, and you genuinely weren’t sure when, the two of you had been making love on your desk and had spilled over the ink, which now spread steadily across the small rug under the desk, but neither of you could find the willpower to care – in fact, Charlie didn’t even notice. You made it as far as, “R-Rug,” before lapsing back into your little, “ah, ah, ah, C-Charlie!”

And when you came again for Charlie, Charlie groaned and leaning back, he thrust his cock up into you as deep as he could, and you let out a half-gasp, half-cry that at a pitch you didn’t even know you could reach, and then you felt Charlie’s hands squeezing your waist as hard as he could, and your cry cut off with a squeak, which was quickly followed by a muffled whimper, as Charlie leaned forward to capture your mouth in another needy kiss. His deep growls and your sweet moans mingled together, as did your bodies, and your scents, and your emotions, all spilling out at once, as you finally touched each other without any pretenses.

Eventually, Charlie managed to get you back onto the bed, on your hands and knees at first, but eventually sinking down until his hand was on your head, pushing you down into the bed, while your ass was still in the air, as was your flushed little pussy, still being split open on his cock.

“Charlie!” you panted out. “G-God, nngh, feel s-so good, so g-good inside me…!”

“Fuck, love, I – uhn,” Charlie moaned back at you, as he reached over and squeezed your breasts in his hands.

“Ah! Ah, s-so deep, uhn…” Fuck, he’s pounding into my pussy so hard, you thought, and you could feel how wet you were, dripping all over his cock.

“Mmmm, babe… Such a sweet, wet little cunt,” Charlie praised you, because he could see how much you were trembling and yet you were staying on your knees to let him continue ramming his cock into your cunt. “All for me, yeah? All for – fuck – for me?” He gave you a little slap on your ass, making you jolt and sway unsteadily on the edge of the bed for a moment.

“C-Charlie!” you cried out, with your eyes squeezed tightly closed. You quickly clutched at the sheets on either side of you as you tried to stay upright. “A-Ah! Ah, ah, ah!”

“Gonna ruin this little cunt of yours,” Charlie growled at you. “That’s what you want, right?” He stepped closer to you, and he yanked you by your hips to pull you closer to him, too.

“Uhnnn…!” An incoherent moan left you as his cock was now kissing your cervix.

“Use your words, babe. Tell me what you want. Tell me what this greedy little pussy wants, hm?”

“W-Want – uhn – you t-to use m-my pussy!” you bleated out.

“No, not your pussy,” Charlie reminded you. He gave you another slap on your ass cheek before thrusting hard into you again. “My pussy. This is my little pussy. Right?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, Charlie, ye – ah!”

“Take it like a good girl, take it all. Fuck! You feel so fucking good!”

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, ‘m gonna cum!”

Charlie moaned, loving how you frantic and wanting you sounded. He loved that he could make you melt this way. “Cum for me, love,” he encouraged you. “C’mon, cum for – fuck, yes, you’re so fucking tight, babe. C’mon, squirt on my cock, squirt for me, let me feel my girl’s pussy when she’s cumming - ”

“Ah! Uhn!”

“Oh, fuck,” Charlie spat out harshly, when he felt your pussy milking his cock as you came once more. “Good girl, good fucking girl…” he breathed out heavily.

“Charlie,” you whimpered. “C-Charlie…”

“Yes, babe, I’m right here,” he said breathlessly. He grasped your neck in his hand and yanked you him, so he could kiss you. Your back hit Charlie’s chest as he pulled you up. Charlie quickly wrapped one arm around you, to help keep you pressed up against him.

“Ah! Mmmm,” you moaned into Charlie’s mouth, while your little pussy was stinging and blushing pink between your sweet thighs from how intensely Charlie was taking you.

It was all so overwhelming, because for once, neither of you were holding back. He was both praising you and degrading you like never before and you were responding to it all with helpless babbling and holding onto him like never before. And there was a tenderness to it all, too, what with you kissing his chest and biting at his shoulders and moaning into his neck, and he kept holding you to him and cradling you against him like you were his little sweetheart, to be loved and cared for…

A tear streaked down your face. You didn’t even notice, until Charlie paused for just a moment to kiss it away. Then, he easily flipped you open and put you on your back again. He pinned your wrists on either side of your head and pounded into your pussy, making you cry out as yet another wave of pleasure threatened to drown you. And it was all getting to be this overwhelming, warm, tense haze of total, animalistic pleasure and at the same time, something powerful was welling up deep in your chest, in your small, soft little heart that you’d long kept out of Charlie’s sight.

Charlie could hear you lisping between your moans, “Loveyouloveyouloveyou…”

He groaned and he let out in a ragged, choked voice, “Babe, I’m gonna – fuck, I’m gonna c-cum…”

You tiredly, but quickly, scurried up onto your knees and opened your mouth. Realizing what you wanted, Charlie hurriedly grabbed the back of your head and yanked you forward. His thick cock disappeared into your mouth and throat. You sputtered loudly as you suddenly couldn’t breathe. But placing your hands on his thighs and shutting your eyes, you held yourself together long enough to take his cum in your mouth as, with a deep, heavy groan, Charlie finally came, releasing his cum right between your beautiful lips.

“Mmmm!” you moaned out loudly, and when Charlie let you go, you slumped down against his legs at once, chest heaving as you fought to get your breath back. The sky was spinning, and a dizzying array of stars shot through the universe that resided behind your eyelids.

Charlie knelt down and he gathered you up in his arms. Your head lolled a little on his shoulder and your arms draped tiredly over his shoulders. You were breathing shallowly, and a soft moan left you.

“I’ve got you, love,” Charlie mumbled out into your ear. “You’re all right.”

You swallowed, and you felt Charlie’s warm cum travel down your throat and into your tummy. That sensation of warmth, coupled with the fact that Charlie was holding you tightly and tenderly, gave you back your sense of reality, and you slowly felt yourself being anchored to the world again.

“You okay?” Charlie asked you. “D’you need anything? Water? Or...?”

You shook your head. You tried to speak, but you had to clear your throat to and even when you did, your voice was still slightly hoarse. “Wish…” you croaked out.

“What?” Charlie asked.

“Ahem. Um, wish we had always been like this,” you whispered. “From the very beginning. Wish we didn’t have to waste time not caring.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed gruffly. “I was a bit of an ass, wasn’t I?”

You smiled. “Yes, you were.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. “It’s ‘kay now.”

Having regained some of your strength, you started to sit up, but for once, it was Charlie who held on tight to you and wouldn’t let you go. Before you could say anything, Charlie spoke first. “But you get it now, right?”

“Get what?”

“How… How being with each other distorts everything else,” Charlie murmured softly. He closed his own eyes, as he tried to find the courage to say he truly felt about you, and also, sadly, why he felt he couldn’t stay with you. “See, love, when I’m with you and when you’re with me, it’s like only the two of us exist. There are no boundaries. I forgot about who I am. I don’t care about chasing dragons. I just want to be with you.”

“And I can see it’s the same for you,” Charlie continued. “You sort-of get all – all soft and little and like. It’s not how you normally are. Normally, you go chasing after Fred and George with a frying pan, ready to kill them. But with me, you’re like someone else altogether.”

“That’s because I feel safe with you,” you whispered into his ear. Your fingers curled up in his ginger locks, right at the nape of his neck. “I love this – whatever this is – with you. There’s nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, with you."

Charlie embraced you tighter and he ran his hands over your shoulders for a moment, but eventually, he whispered back, “I know. Me, too. But life shouldn’t feel that way for us – at least, not yet.”

You frowned at this. “Why not?”

“Because. There’s so much we still need to do. I mean, didn’t you say that you wanted to figure out what you want to do with your life?”

“Of course,” you replied. “But why should that preclude us being together?”

“It’s like I said.” Charlie slowly drew back from you, and he looked at you steadily, with sincerity written into his gaze. “I wouldn’t care about anything else in life if I were with you. As long as you were my baby girl, what more could I want? I wouldn’t concern myself with anything else.”

“Really?” you wondered aloud.

“Yeah, of course,” Charlie said easily. “But that wouldn’t be healthy for us, love.”

You thought about what Charlie was saying. You immediately wanted to reject what he was saying. Only, it did occur to you how, before, whenever you were upset about something, all it took was for Charlie to give you a hug, and that was it. You’d melt into him, and you would no longer care about whatever it was that upset you. It was as if none of your problems were real, so long as you were with him. And Charlie was saying was that he didn’t think that it was healthy to feel that way right now.

Finally, you relented, “Yeah, maybe…”

Charlie’s eyes grew dim. “I’ve disappointed you, haven’t I?”

You didn’t say anything for a long moment. But finally, you decided to put aside your feelings and to focus on the one shared truth that both of you could agree upon. Reaching out, you traced your finger against the edge of his silver dragon tag necklace. “I’ll miss you,” you told him. “I’ll miss you lots.”

Charlie gave you a grateful smile. He mused, “What will say about me when I’m gone? That I’m an ass?”

You finally laughed a little. “No, I’ll say you’re the boy who went off chasing dragons, because that’s who you are.”

“Thanks, love.” Charlie drew you in for another hug. His voice muffled as he kissed the top of your head, he murmured, “You be safe, now, all right? I mean, keep your heart safe. You’re too soft.”

Your voice was equally muffled as you were placing many kisses on his sturdy chest as you responded, “Well, sure. But I rather think you underestimate me, Charlie Weasley.”

A soft smile graced Charlie’s face as he relented, “Yeah, I probably do. It’s because I want to think of you as my baby girl, as mine only. Like I said, love, you make me someone different.”

You nodded. “I get it, Charlie. I’m sorry for all the things I said before. I didn’t realize how deeply you were thinking about this.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Charlie said. He kissed you on the tip of your nose. “Thanks for, y’know, waiting for me to catch up to you.”

“Well, of course. You’re a right ass, and sometimes an idiot, but I love you, Charlie Weasley.” You looked up at Charlie, and you admired the way the sunlight was highlighting the boyish freckles on his handsome face for a moment. Right now, it was hard to imagine that this young man was truly going to be off chasing dragons, and yet, you knew that if anyone could do it, it would be him. How lucky am I, you thought, to have fallen for someone who is so strong in himself... In this respect, I hope I catch up to him soon.

“What are you thinking, babe?” Charlie asked you quietly.

"Oh.. I was thinking that I can’t wait to hear about all the dragons you catch,” you replied softly. “I know I’ll be really proud of you someday.”

Charlie kissed you tenderly, grateful for your kindness. You returned the kiss, and you both savored the fact that the two of you could taste each other through your sweet kisses. But then, pulling away from Charlie, you said cheekily, “Now, Weasley, go get me another painkiller. My ankle’s all sore from all the positions you put me in.”

“Oops. Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” Charlie leapt to his feet. Looking a bit sheepish, he pulled on his pants and shirt and hightailed out of the room.

You flopped back on your bed and stared up at the red Gryffindor hangings on your bed, wondering what life had come to. From being stripped of my Prefect position to then sharing heartfelt confessions with Charlie - life is truly so unexpected. For a brief moment, Oliver’s face flashed into your mind, too.

You blinked in surprise. The vision was gone. I must be tired, you thought, and you closed your eyes and fell asleep, so that when Charlie came back with the Potion, he found you all curled up on your second-softest pillow, sleepily mumbling about how one could donate to the Puddle-moor Unified fund, please, if you would be so kind, please...

@imma-too-many-fandoms

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #charlie weasley #charlie weasley smut #charlie weasley x reader #oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #ash & skylight

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tofindloveinpoison · 3 years

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Iconic Fanfictions ive read two years ago and what I currently remember of them:

I will premise this by saying that these fanfics were famous only in certain specific niches of the internet, and that when i say that a work is badly written or i critique it in anyway it?s just my opinion from what i vaguely remember, whihch might not be correct.

Fanfics below the cut: filthy lucre, asotm, twist and shout, the hat and lung fics, anatomy of a fall, throam, unholyverse. feelfree to add what you remember of “famous fanfics” you’ve read.

tw for mentions of: sexual assault, violence, animal abuse, pedophilia and some other upsetting topics.

The Milk Fic

Oh my God this was bad but not nearly as extreme as other fics. An iconic and shocking read i do not recommend, but if you really want to read it it will not ruin your life, your month at most.

From what i remember at least the sex was consensual aaaaaaand i don’t remember any other good/decent aspects about it.

Very famous, a lot of ppl have read it, gerard way said it was “well-written” but honestly it wasn’t.

( original? ryden version) 4/10 because of lack of actual crimes.

Filthy Lucre

So bad i don’t remember the plot. They’re prostitutes i think? there definitely was an abusive relationship and the sex scenes were so bad i had to skip all of them, meaning i read the whole thing in half an hour.

Really terrible, they don’t end up toghether and that’s the only interesting element. I recomend no one reads this unless you are literally dying of boredom.

(frerard version) 1/10 because its a completed work, but at what cost

Twist and Shout

This is considered one of the good ones and you know what? for iconic fanfiction standards it’s not bad at all, decently-written with actual characters that don’t feel, like most fanfic characters, like bad ooc versions of the original.

How about the overcomplicated plot tho? I don’t remember a thing except for the homophobia (its set in the 50s-60s), the war, the Elvis songs, one cute sad beach scene and one of the protagonists dying of aids. Maybe they also watch star trek,idk; lots to unpack.

If you want to suffer and you have lots of free time i recommend it, i skipped most of the sex scenes but there is an actual plot so that was not a problem.

(original Destiel version) 8/10 bc I don’t remember how they handled the aids thing but it made me uncomfortable, might be just bc of the upsetting subject matter but i don’t remember

The Hat Fic

DO NOT READ THIS THING. Go read the milk fic if you want weird but not this one please. A milk enema is NOTHING. Contains animal abuse and i don’t remember how consensual the whole thing was.

I CAN ASSURE YOU THIS MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE TO THIS DAY I FEEL SICK WRITING THIS. There is a whole subset of early phanfiction centered on being as disgusting and upsetting as possible and i think this started it.

I higly doubt anyone got off on this but still the possibility unsettles me.

(original phan version ) -8233983743764346/10 should be illigal to talk about it. We should all agree to Damnatio Memoriae this thing.

A splitting of the Mind

Some people insist on treating this as one of the good iconic fics but it’s bad.

So bad its actually an interesting read if you feel like analizing some text, trying to see what is so appealing about it, despite its evident flaws.

The age gap is 19-16 so not as bad as the Other Iconic mcr Fanfic About Doves that i did not read bc from what i remember it was basically pedophilia/grooming but i might be wrong. God the bar is so low

Portrayal of mantal illness and trauma was truly a shitshow, the writing was not great but also not horrible. The sexual assault elements upset me greatly but it might be just bc of the subject matter

pros: unreliable narrator done decently, ray toro’s character saw the future looking in cereal, characters are characters and not merely names (not to be confused with actual good characterization), nothing else.

(original frerard version) 5/10 for the effort honestly, but i do not recommend this unless you are mentally ready for some heavy topics handled poorly.

The Lung Fic

This was written with the goal of shocking the reader, in the same vein as all hat fic/ milk fic copycats.

Should be more upsetting, given it contains gore, pedophilia and a bunch of other disgusting madness (maybe mpreg?), but it just reads as a fanfiction taboo list.

Not worth reading at all, clearly intentionally designed to shock and disgust to the point where it’s obvious.

0/10 i don’te remember which version, irrelevant, don’t waste your time

Anatomy of a fall

Contains ghosts, high school au, possibly resurrection or death, idk.

I don’t remember this being particularly offensive in any way, but its been a long time. Then again i did not read the sex scenes so it might contain necrophilia and i wouldn’t know. (i checked and no necrophilia, just “weird supernatural sex”)

is it well written? no, but it’s not outragiously badly-written. Is it funny sometimes? yes.

In the context of this list, this might be a good one, in any other context probably not. I might be biased bc i love ghost stories in general and this one does not contain sexual assault if i remember correcly. (The bar is soooo low)

(original? frerard version) 7/10 bc ghosts and funny aND IT HAS ILLUSTRATIONS (vietnamese translation available)

The Heart Rate of a Mouse

Good but not in the classical meaning of the word. It contains some Hot TakesTM on human sexuality, substance abuse and unhealthy relationship(s).

Its set in the 70s so the homophobia is there and she is thriving. Wonderful internalized homophobia, really 10/10 for that.

The sex and the plot sometimes intersect, putting me in the uncomfortable position of having to read smut or not knowiong what is going on (0/10 ).

Well written for the genre (=beloved fanfictions that are rarely redeemable); characters are original and flawed, even interesting sometimes.

The plot is three pubblished books worth of plot available for free on the internet and that is a blessing. I suggest reading this as if all the characters are OCs and you found this book forgotten on the train and decided to read it.

But is it actually good as a story? idk its a lot honestly, if you have to quarantine for 14 days bc of covid and you don’t have anything to study, this will fill at least 4 full days of reading.

(original version)8/10 bc it has everithing but its still not a masterpiece of modern fanfic literature sorry

Unholyverse

Contains Demons, priests, scarfs, exorcisms(affectionate), vergin mary tatoos and much more. Not as carefully written as throam or tas, but it still makes it as one of the good fanfics solely for the cool factor.

It would be so cool if this was better written and a comicbook or a grafic novel with original characters.( I skipped all the sex scenes bc they made me uncomfy, as usual so idkwhat was going on there)

If there was anything extremely upsetting about this one i forgot about it (i checked: they say “ warnings for religious themes, pain, trauma, blood, torture and death”). There is a lot of plot, its not even just one fic its a whole serie.

Great for passing the time, I forgot most of it 7/10 for the demons (original version)

#throam #asotm #milk fic #twist and shout #filthy lucre #unholyverse #uhv #hat fic #lung fic #anatomy of a fall #i did this so no one has to #iconic fic list #none of them is actually good #and all of them are results of the internet's 2015's slash paring of the month obsession #fanfiction

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steropeshu · 4 years

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Theory: What if Tsukasa was a good guy?

All right, first time that I’m throwing out a theory, (with the assistance of @trish-chan!) so forgive me if I’m tripping on my words. Okay, so, theory time. (Also, to avoid confusion, I call No.7 by Hanako, and pre-death by Amane)

When I say Tsukasa was a good guy, I mean as in a good bro before he died. I think the current consensus is that Tsukasa was the one abusing Amane (theorized to be in varying degrees…), but what if he wasn’t the one behind it? What if Tsukasa ended up becoming corrupted or messed up in some way?

This ended up really really long, so the whole this is under the cut...

First, let’s focus on how they were alive. What was their relationship like? Well, we know they were close, at least. There’s this one bit in the Tanabata arc where little Amane says that Tsukasa will get violent if interrupted.

However, in the official translations it says that he’ll throw a fit. Y’know, like an excitable little kid.

It also says that he’s playing katanuki, and he LOVES katanuki, so we can assume he wouldn’t want to be interrupted. (Also, Hanako loves katanuki too!)

But other than that, we don’t really see them being brothers in the past, do we. Right…?

WRONG! Something I completely overlooked before were the volume sleeve illustrations.

Also, in this (^) illustration, I’d like to point out that the Tsukasa’s radio and Hanako’s kokeshi doll are sitting on the chest of drawers!

Something to note in these illustrations (and also the Tanabata arc) is that Amane is happy and there are no signs of bruising anywhere either. So at least as little kids, no form of abuse is present.

Also, something else I noticed:

He says that “WE believe it’s real.” Tsuchigomori said that he doesn’t have friends, and he’s obviously not referring to Tsuchigomori here. Tsukasa is the only one left he could be referring to in this “we”. They both were enthusiastic about this rock that supposedly fell from the sky, ever since they were four.

I feel like I’m grasping at straws in this part, but why would Amane include a third party unless they were important? Especially when it comes to something so sentimental to him.

Next, we have the picture from the Kamome school orientation.

Nothing here either. Just the two holding hands, and Amane is still bright-eyed. Note that they are alone. We know the Minamoto siblings live alone, but Mitsuba and Nene both have parents with them. The Yugi twins don’t. Another theory was that Amane’s parents were abusing him and they just favored Tsukasa, but this can allow us to presumably scratch that.

So that means any harm to Amane happened somewhere between here and his death. So, let’s make a time frame, hmm? We know Amane died around age 13. What age is he here…? Well we know he just entered Middle school, the first level Kamome provides for. What age…

Wow. That lines up perfectly.

This leads into the next major part of the theory.

We all know that Kamome is incredibly “haunted.” Filled to the brim with supernaturals. So, what if these two got caught up in supernatural business and things went south?

Originally this was a theory on proving Tsukasa wasn’t the one abusing Amane, but now I’m possibly considering that it was him. However, he wasn’t fully there, or something caused him to go mad.

In this part, Hanako is reciting a part of Mori Ogai’s “Takasebune”. (Credit to @nanabansama for finding that out!) In the story, a man is being exiled for a crime he committed. He seems kind so the police escort is wondering what he did. Turns out, he and his little brother were orphaned when they were young. At some point after growing up and working together, his brother fell ill. He came home one day to find out that his brother tried to kill himself so he wouldn’t be a burden. The man had finished the job for his brother, essentially putting him out of his misery.

We can draw some parallels to Hanako from this.

The man has a little brother that he killed

Absence of parents, this makes it likely that Hanako and Tsukasa’s parents are dead.

The man is being punished for what he’s done and is fully accepting of what has to happen to him as a consequence. In the man’s case, being exiled, and in Hanako’s case, being mediator for human and supernatural relations.

Perhaps from this we can draw that Hanako killed Tsukasa to put him out of his misery.

(Also, something really interesting, Ogai is spelled 鴎外. 鴎 is pronounced “Ou”, however alone it is pronounced “KAMOME”! While we’re on the subject, kamome means seagull. I had no idea why the school would be named that, but I would not be surprised if this were the reason!)

@daikon-senpai has pointed out that we can see a reoccurring “hole” in Hanako’s stomach. There’s a high likeliness that he killed himself after killing Tsukasa.

There’s a traditional method of suicide called seppuku, where one would slit their stomach to bleed out (though they would usually have someone cut their neck for efficiency and to minimize suffering). One of the reasons one would commit seppuku were if someone committed a crime or had brought shame on themselves. Both of which would be a likely reason Amane would have killed himself, and he even still carries intense guilt now as Hanako.

[UPDATE: I had made a post about how it appears that Hanako pulls his knife out from his stomach, something absent from the anime. Some of the earlier instances can look like he’s pulling out from his gakuran, so here’s a more obvious example:

@shweshishweh and @spades-queen have additionally pointed out that in some official art Hanako is depicted with a bandage over his stomach and Tsukasa with a bandage over his heart (or a heart that is damaged, as shown in the Valentine’s Day art).

With this information, not only can we assume Hanako died from wounds on his stomach, but also that Tsukasa likely died from an injury to his heart.

END OF UPDATE]

Speaking of guilt-

It’s believed that when Hanako cries while confronting Tsukasa, he’s afraid because he’s with his abuser again. I doubt this is true at all. He hasn’t cried since the Mitsuba Arc, though he still locks up briefly.

Obviously Hanako holds a ton of guilt from what he did to Tsukasa, so of course he would freeze up when the dude comes out of no where and is like, “Long time no see!!” He’s being confronted with what he did, front and center. No amount of jokes can distract him from it. There’s no avoiding it. After Tsukasa had entered the picture for a while, Hanako stops reacting so strongly, as he’s more prepared for it. (This was pointed out to me by @trish-chan!)

It’s also possible that Tsukasa is acting the messed-up way he was before he died, and Hanako is realizing that death really didn’t free him from it. He’s mortified at what’s happened to his brother.

Another thing she’s pointed out was that currently, Tsukasa hasn’t hurt Hanako. Not physically, at least. If he was the one hurting him then, why not now? It’s not like he’s hiding being violent in front of people. Let’s see… he turned Mitsuba into a monstrosity, nearly killed Kou, ripped out No. 3’s heart, totally would have turned Nene into a bloody pulp, killed the pufferfish into a bloody mess, and he’s finger painted with blood (who knows where that came from) among various other psychotic things.

Last thing I have here is a kind of lose connection, but worth including, nonetheless.

Only Tsukasa and No. 6 are creepy black mokke. I can’t bring myself to believe that AidaIro would do that for no reason. I wouldn’t question it if it were only Tsukasa, but now No. 6 is in the mix.

This actually made me think of possible connections that Tsukasa has to No. 6. After all, who has a giant gaping hole to the far shore and has messed with someone’s head so hard they basically tried to murder their childhood friend? Is it possible that No. 6 did something to Tsukasa, for whatever reason?

We don’t know enough about No. 6 currently to really be conclusive about this, though. Could both of them been corrupted somehow?

UPDATE ON THIS PART: Since I’ve first posted this, more chapters with No. 6, or Shinigami, have been released. While I have even more doubts that he and Tsukasa have any direct connection than before, I still think there are some shared aspects. Sumire’s seal is probably the most major revelation, now that it’s pretty much confirmed that Tsukasa is a yorishiro. If we assume Tsukasa is Hanako’s yorishiro, then that’s something in common with Sumire and Shinigami. But then wouldn’t Hanako be a black mokke?

This makes me think that that particular connection isn’t the shared aspect Tsukasa and Shinigami have. Perhaps it’s just something that hasn’t been revealed yet (or I haven’t picked up on lol). Something else interesting of note is the fact that Tsukasa has been completely absent this entire arc. His only sort-of presence is through Natsuhiko, who we still don’t know the motives of. We also don’t know how the Tsukasa+Sakura+Natsuhiko+Mitsuba quartet have been dealing with the Severance.

So, there are a lot of questions yet to be answered so I’m not dismissing this idea yet.

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So, in a nutshell, this theory is: Hanako and Tsukasa were good brothers, until they got caught up with supernaturals after entering Kamome. This may have caused Tsukasa to go crazy, and hurt Amane at the same time. This leads to Amane killing Tsukasa. Possibly out of self-defense or putting him out his misery. Following this, Amane kills himself. ~50 years later, present Kamome Academy. Tsukasa makes his way to the near shore and either gets corrupted or was never freed from whatever ailed him when he was alive at the school.

I’m realizing now that this would also explain this:

“Tsukasa is not himself. I know that. So I forgive it.” But we all know that Amane/Hanako is too cryptic and secretive to actually say that.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #jshk spoilers #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk spoilers #tsukasa yugi #hanako kun #amane yugi #hahaha yes i think i stan tsukasa

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fluffbyday-smutbynight · 3 years

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About the discourse on gender/orientation discrimination in Italy

I've pondered a lot about writing something on this topic. I'm hardly an expert and I'll fall short for sure, and I don't even know if anyone cares.

The thing is... I feel like the outside perception might be a bit skeeved (correct me if I'm wrong). We've had some relevant pieces of media achieving international success (e.g. Call Me By Your Name), and I'm really chuffed that Måneskin are becoming some sort of queer icons - but please be aware that we (as a country) have a looong road ahead.

And while I don't feel much equipped to open up a debate about it, what I'm not seeing on my dashboard is any mention (especially not in English) of this speech, which rocked the boat quite a bit here.

So, the least I can do is trying to translate it at the best of my abilities, just to give you an idea about what kind of mindfuckery we're going through.

Some context:

a law against discrimination is currently being discussed in Parliament. Copy-pasting from here:

The Zan Law aims to contrast all discrimination and violence on the grounds of sexual orientation, gender, gender identity and disability. Numerous artists, social influencers and personalities from the world of show business, in particular the famous rap singer Fedez, have spoken out in favour of it, pointing the finger at the Right League (Lega), which has repeatedly blocked its agreement.

Fedez (sidenote: while his music is not my cup of tea, he's a brilliant businessman and activist imho) has been invited to the big music festival we host every year for the 1st of May - which is televised by RAI, the public national broadcast (more specifically on the RAI3 channel). His speech was deemed controversial and "inappropriate" by the RAI higher-ups, but he chose to speak anyway.

Here it is, under the cut, with a few thoughts about it.

(TW: mentioned homophobia)

" When I got on this stage they asked me: “1st of May: tell us about a first time” - and indeed today has been a “first time” to me.

It’s the first time I’ve forwarded a speech for approval by political institutions; approval that was, unfortunately, denied at first, or better said: the RAI3 top management asked me to omit names, to omit political parties, and to sugarcoat its contents.

I had to fight a bit (a lot) but in the end they allowed me to speak freely.

I take full responsibility and all the consequences of what I’ll say and do; however, be aware that this speech’s content has been described, by the deputy manager at RAI3, as “inappropriate”.

[t.n.: talks briefly about the show business jobs crisis due to the pandemic and the need for welfare and reforms, as it’s the national workers' holiday]

Now comes the stronger stuff; that was just the “pre-approved” part of the speech.

A couple of words about the man of the hour: Ostellari (t.n: Lega Nord and Senate member). So, he sanctioned that a law proposition by the Parliament (therefore the utmost expression of the people, already approved by the Chamber of Deputies) like the Zan Law could have been blocked by one individual’s attention-seeking, e.g.: he himself.

After all, Ostellari is a member of a political line-up which has stood out, over the years, for its battle against equality.

If I may, I’d like to recount some of their “aphorisms”:

“If I had a gay son, I’d burn him in a oven” - Giovanni de Paoli, Lega Liguria regional councillor

“Gays? Let them start behaving like normal people!” - Alessandro Rinaldi, Lega councillor in Reggio Emilia

“Gays: victims of nature’s abomination” - Luca Lepore and Massimiliano Bastioni, Lega regional councillors

(they’ve co-written that one… wondering what they could come up with, each on his own)

“Gays are a tragedy upon reproduction and the conservation of the species” - Alberto Zelger, Lega town councillor in Verona

“Gay marriage leads to race extinction” - Stella Khorosheva, Lega candidate

The last one… this one… there’s a touch of fantasy in there (laughs):

“They give injections to babies to make them gay” - Giuliana Livigni, Lega candidate

Somebody, like Ostellari, has said that we have more pressing priorities in this time of pandemic, as compared to the Zan Law. So, let’s take a look at these priorities. The Senate hasn’t had time for the Zan Law because they had to discuss:

wine labeling

the CONI (t.n: National Olympics Committee) reorganization

the bilingualism compensation owed to the cops in Bolzano

...and, just ‘cause we lack for nothing:

restoring the pension to Formigoni (t.n. former president of the Lombardy region, found guilty of corruption and now detained under custody)

Therefore, according to Ostellari, Formigoni’s pension is more important than protecting everyone’s rights, and the rights of those who are discriminated against on a daily basis, even to the point of violence. ,,

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I don't quite know what to make of this, guys. It's disheartening, really.

It's sad that, in the year 2021 a.C., we have to fight nail and tooth for a damn anti-discrimination law (to have it approved and to have it discussed in the first place. But I guess wine labeling is paramount).

It's appalling that all the quotes mentioned above are coming from "legit" politicians who are in charge of public institutions, and from a political party which has been sadly gaining consensus over the last years. (and I'm not even getting started on their racism. The Lega, simply put, is fucking fascism).

It's unbelievable that a private citizen, albeit in the public eye, like Fedez has had to fight for his freedom of speech. There's a recording of a (quite heated) phone call between him and the RAI management, where they basically try to exert censorship on his words. Idk, maybe I'll try and translate that one, too.

... I'll see myself out. Thank you for reading.

#italy #Zan Law #DDL ZAN #gender equality #anti discrimination #Fedez #TW: homophobia #fuck censorship #fuck fascism

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jaredpostz · 3 years

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hey hey hey i made a mpdsap iceberg a little while back and i thought it would be fun to yell into the void about it, because why not. i havent explained the lore to my followers yet and ill probably reblog this to my main tbh

[little disclaimer that a lot of these are based off of made up lore and ocs on my main account. if youre strictly canon only then i wouldnt recommend this for you. if you’re interested but have no knowledge about said lore, i will give basic explanations]

LAYER 1

Joey Perleoni: joey perleoni is well known as the poster of the anti-piracy videos, who, recently, has involved himself more in the videos. joey in my lore is depicted as mostly emotionless or “empty” with no remorse for his actions.

Mario Party DS Anti-Piracy OST: on the channel, there is pretty convincing fake music for the series, there’s not much else to say about it other than it’s SUPER bangin’

Joey was arrested: in a video titled ‘the police are at my house’, joey is taken in by the police. he is presumably in prison

Luigi is the victim: in all of the videos posted, luigi is the main character, and is often considered the victim of the horrible events happening.

Hex code translations: in the videos, there are several hex codes, which can be translated to several different things. the ones we’ve found are hellsatan, luigimod, thx4luv, watchdemon.jit etc.

Reggie Fils-Amie video: on joey’s channel, his first upload has nothing to do with mpdsap, but rather it’s a video filming a joke reggie made about mother 3. it’s unknown if this is connected or not.

LAYER 2

Joey interview: a user by the name of simonejoys interviewed joey perleoni, he said some pretty interesting things actually, here’s the link if anyone’s interested: https://youtu.be/v6AkkxS9LK4

Luxury station and Quiznos: luxury station is joey’s second account, revolving a few strange videos about a place named quiznos. it’s unknown if this is connected or not

Hudson (the man): in my lore, there is a character named hudson, who inherited the company. he’s considered the person who made the anti-piracy screens, or at least encouraged it strongly. this character is based off of some text in host hoedown, which translates to “hudson - this is not necessary. it will extend the launch considerably.” (also i know hudson is the name of the company but the time i found out it was too late)

“Joey no longer runs the account” theory: there was a theory going around after joey’s arrest that someone else is running the account, since there should be no way he should keep posting. this is probably deconfirmed by now

Joey doesn’t feel much emotion: as stated before, my depiction of joey is that of “mostly emotionless or completely empty”. there is no reason for this currently (it’s kind of a case study at this point tbfh)

DJ Hallyboo is based on MC Ballyhoo: in mario party 8 for the wii, there is a character that bears extreme resemblance to DJ Hallyboo, named MC Ballyhoo. they have the same voice clips used, similar names, and somewhat similar designs. MC Ballyhoo is the host of mario party 8. it is general considered that DJ Hallyboo is a beta version of MC Ballyhoo by fans.

LAYER 3

Electric chair: in the video simply titled “mario party ds anti piracy |”, where joey sits on a chair and boots up mario party ds, a few comments were floating around joking about him getting the electric chair. this hasn’t been confirmed

Hudson and Joey used to be friends: this is mostly outdated now, but there was a joke timeline where hudson and joey were friends in the past. not gonna cover it any further than that because it’s an old concept now

MC Ballyhoo and DJ Hallyboo are the same person: in my lore, the general consensus is that MC Ballyhoo and DJ Hallyboo are the same person, with split personalities. he is also either sentient or extremely aware.

Joey is god: in my lore, there is a mostly bizzare idea that joey is divine and has always been divine. he became “a god” by doing criminal acts, or sacrificing luigi. i can’t tell you if this is canon to my lore or not yet though - it started as a meme, but i really do like the idea somehow.

“Waiter, your finger’s in the soup!”: a mysterious quote with no real meaning that was quoted by joey a couple of times. it is connected to a short comic. nobody has found out what it means yet or why it’s being posted about.

LAYER 4

“Joey does drugs” joke: (TW // DRUG ABUSE)

this joke spawned from something i learned in school. apparently people who abuse illegal drugs gradually start feeling less dopamine doing normal activities over time, due to drug overstimulation. this was jokingly connected to joey’s chronic emptiness and inability to feel anything, with the joke that he does meth or some other illegal drug. it’s also noted that drug abusers are likely to commit other crimes. this is of course, not serious at all.

Joey stole MPDS from mcdonalds: this is a personal theory of mine. mcdonalds and MPDS have absolutely no connection - so why are they attempted to be connected at all? in the video, it describes a demo being sold in happy meals at mcdonalds - it’s a possibility that joey stole the demo from mcdonalds, and doesn’t actually have the full game.

Joey wearing the same clothes as the character: i have drawn joey with a yellow sweater (with orange sleeves) and grey shorts for a while now. in the mcdonalds video, he was wearing nearly the same outfit (with the exception of the shorts being pants). he also has brown hair, which i predicted, but it’s much darker. this is probably a coincidence but it’s pretty freaky honestly.

Techwalker: this will probably be the longest segment in the iceberg and the most lore heavy. techwalker was joey’s old channel. he made extremely different content - mainly of which was just bothering random people on the street and at conventions. he has described himself as a “journalist”, but this is all basically fun and games. these videos are now unlisted and i will not be linking them nor telling you where to find them for privacy reasons. i don’t want to get in trouble. if i find any of yall spreading it around im taking down the post and will probably not talk about this again, you dont want that, i dont want that, nobody wants that really.

in the lore, techwalker is not joey. they are 2 seperate people - but they live in the same body. what this means is that either one can take control at a time - joey is completely numb to everything around him, but tech is a pretty happy go lucky and social person. they have different personalities, morals, names and lead different lives. tech even wears glasses (assuming he has some kind of impaired eyesight), and joey does not.

(this has been confused with dissociative identity disorder. while i don’t mind people interpreting my content in whatever way they’d like, considering this is just fan-lore, this was not the intent. i do not have DID and i don’t want to speak for anyone who has DID.)

the general consensus is that tech is dead, or at least completely drowned out, and joey has taken complete control. joey and tech were practically mortal enemies and polar opposites of each other. (joey constantly being annoyed or uninterested in tech’s hyperactivity, and tech not trusting joey to be responsible or ‘law abiding’)

anyways

whew

i typed a lot of stuff.

thats all i have to say about this, if this gains any major traction (and i doubt it will) or causes problems, i will probably delete the post entirely. so be good lol

alright im gonna go ive been writing for 45 minutes or so

im out

#ramblings #mpdsap #will reblog on main later

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the-roadkill-cafe · 3 years

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @phoenixyfriend

Tagging: @stormwind13 @elenathehun @hiruma-musouka @kendochick-moor

Remember to make a new post!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

75,290

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

One fandom - Naruto. In the past I’ve written for other fandoms, but not on this account.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Company of Trees, Throwing a Stone in a River, If The Bird Doesn’t Sing, Tree Branches, the devil and the deep blue sea

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to respond to everything, though it can be quite some time before I get around to replying. I like to respond to comments to say thank you and to interact with people. While I don’t think fic writers are owed reviews or comments, I do think mutual interaction helps make fandom go ‘round, and to that end, I want to interact with people who leave me comments.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Considering my fics are all pretty much WIPs, there aren’t really endings, per se. But the one with the angstiest planned ending is Throwing a Stone in a River.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

At the moment, no, I don’t really write crossovers or fusions.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not...really? I’ve had some rude comments, but none that I say really qualify as hate. I have really kind readers.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do write smut! I write all kinds of smut, from non-con to fully consensual. However, the vast majority of it is not published, mostly because I haven’t actually finished anything.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. About...three times now, someone has plagiarized The Company of Trees. I’ve always been told by someone else, and luckily, the issue has always been easily resolved.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A long time ago, I had someone start translating one of my fics on another account, but the website shut down and I don’t know whatever happened.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A few times, but nothing that was ever published. I’ve written a lot with jaycrowind and @stormwind13.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Pretty hard to say. My favorite ship depends on my mood and what fandom I’m currently reading in. I will say that my first OTP was Sesshoumaru/Kagome in Inuyasha.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Sorry to say, but probably all of them, hahaha. The three posted on my AO3 accounts are behemoths and I write pretty slowly. I haven’t given up on them! I just don’t know if I’ll actually finish them.

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that my writing strength is characterization.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Sentence variation. Pacing.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Oh boy do I have thoughts about this. When it comes to anime, I’m actually a bit nitpicky, but then, I’m nitpicky about a lot of stuff in general, hahaha.

Presumably, in the vast majority of anime, everyone is speaking Japanese. There are exceptions, but I won’t get much into those. For things like suffixes (-san, -sama, etc), I prefer to leave those untranslated because they are very revealing of the speaker’s personality and the hierarchical nature of Japanese culture. They also don’t really have good translations in English. There are ways to translate them, but in my opinion, they don’t convey both speaker personality, social status, and also social+emotional distance the same way, because English speaking cultures (typically) just aren’t as stratified as Japanese culture.

I also leave familial terms of address untranslated (Okaasan, niisan) and certain titles and positions (In Naruto, Hokage, Shodai, Nidaime, etc.) untranslated because again, they’re difficult to translate. For familial titles, it feels incredibly awkward to type “Brother” in dialogue when directly addressing someone. Again, not only does it leave out the nuance of the relationship between the speaker and the addressee, but in English we just don’t directly address people like that, generally speaking. In Japanese, you do, because you try to avoid using someone’s name.

I don’t like to translate attack names because I just think they sound silly in English, that’s why.

For things that aren’t anime, I generally try to avoid outright writing whole sections of dialogue in another language. Instead I prefer to indicate a different language in the dialogue tags or something (The two men started speaking in Spanish blah blah blah) or italics. There are really only a few times where I would write dialogue in another language, usually to show that someone was previously not understood but through magic/a translating device/etc suddenly they are now understood.

Can I put a pet peeve here? I’m going to put a pet peeve here. In Naruto, Hashirama is not the Shodaime, he is the Shodai. Shodaime is grammatically incorrect and you can even check the wiki, he is literally not called the Shodaime. Basically, the -me suffix in Japanese makes a regular number (one, two, three) into the ordinal version (first, second, third). However, Hashirama’s title Shodai is written not with the kanji for “one” ( 一 ) but with the kanji for “beginning” ( 初 ) which means it can’t take the -me suffix because it isn’t a number. Essentially, Shodai translates as “starting generation” or “beginning generation”, therefore Shodai Hokage is “starting generation Hokage” (or Fire Shadow, if you prefer). But Tobirama is the Nidaime, because his title uses the number ( 二 ), so translated, he is the “second generation Hokage”.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha, a long, long time ago.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Mmmm. Either The Company of Trees or Throwing a Stone in a River. However, although they’re my favorites, I’ve been finding my SI/OC (more OC than SI) fic very compelling.

#replies #ask meme #phoenixyfriend

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askeataiho · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @rem-oscar. Mine is going to be pretty simple since I am new to writing fanfic.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

12,983

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Just Blind Channel

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? (I only have 5 lol)

1. Better Light - 53

2. Puppy Love - 53

3. Summer Light - 34

4. New Light - 32

5. Worth My Time - 30

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Currently I respond to comments. I know I appreciate it when authors respond to my comments.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

None of them so far have been angsty. All pretty fluffy. Which is rather different from my taste in fics to read where I tend slightly to prefer angsty ones (though I like fluff too for sure).

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

They all have happy endings but I think Better Light is the happiest.

8. Do you write crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve written?

I haven’t written any. I’ve had some ideas, including an idea I had the same night I thought up Better Light. But I doubt I’ll write the crossovers I’ve thought of – too niche. Maybe someday I’ll write some other crossover.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No but then I wrote my first fic this August and this fandom is pretty nice.

10. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’ve written some. So far m/m, nothing fantastical, all consensual etc.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Difficult question. It’s hard to compare across fandoms. Of the ships I’ve written though definitely Tommi/Olli. For ones I’ve read or thought about in all fandoms though it’s a really tough question. In some respects maybe Christopher/Millie/Conrad from the Chrestomanci books as I think (but am not entirely sure) that I first found ff.net (and therefore fanfiction) looking for literally anything about this trio after not finding are on DA. Still ship it; reread the books less than a year ago.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The Daemon survey one sounded like such a good idea when I first thought of it and like a lot of fun, but whenever I look at it now, it just looks stupid and a lot of work. I wish I could get the motivation back for that one.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Hum… I’m not sure. I think my descriptions are fairly clear and precise. I think my best fics are ones that are well organized. I think I will try to be clearer about the structure of my fics from the beginning instead of meandering from an idea or two (For Better Light, Puppy Love, and my Secret Santa fic I had clear ideas of the structure of the fic from the begging, while the other fics I’ve published or are WIPs mostly came from the idea of one or two scenes – well New Light had a more detailed structure but I got tired of it and discarded much of it.)

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue and Humor. Especially where they converge. Humorous dialogue is so hard. I am not a particularly funny person, so it’s hard. Worth My Time was partly an exercise in that. I think a lot of the humor missed its mark in that.

18. What’s your thought on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I think it’s only good in specific circumstances. If it’s needed for the reader to understand, just put it in italic or something to note that it’s supposed to be in a different language from the rest. It can be fun as a bit of a bilingual bonus in some situations if the POV character doesn’t know the language and it’s not needed for the story (and it’s not too much). I don’t mind, like, the occasional pet name or whatever though.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Blind Channel. My files show some ideas and rough outlines for Fire Emblem fanfics (FE 7 and 8, the old GBA games.)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Better Light. I’m really, really proud of it. It’s the first fic I’ve ever written. I think it’s the best idea, the best structured, and the best written, of all my fics. I also got the best comments there.

Tagging whoever wants to do this because I think all the fic writers who follow me have done so already. If not, consider yourself tagged.

#askea fic

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noragami-ru-manga · 4 years

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Shinki Names. Part 1

I should probably add a disclaimer that I don't know Japanese. I did spend a lot of time looking up all the kanji though and also consulted someone who does know some Japanese

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A name is one the most important things a human can have. In ancient times, it was used to separate humans from nature, to guard them from evil spirits. Nowadays it’s more of a necessity, a primary part of one’s identity; a person without a name virtually doesn’t exist in the society.

In Noragami names, their meanings and functions are key elements of the magic universe created by Adachitoka. This two-parter is devoted to one of the name groups present in the manga – those belonging to shinki.

General rules of forming

Since shinki names are a part of Noragami’s magic system, there are certain rules for making them up. Many (if not most) of the readers of this post must already know those rules but I’ll list them just in case.

1. A shinki’s name is always (well, almost always, but we’ll get to that in Part 2) is written using a single kanji – a character that came into Japanese from Chinese. A kanji can have several meanings, one of which is chosen to be the name. The meaning’s two respective readings become two shinki names: kun-yomi, or Japanese native reading, refers to a shinki as a person while on-yomi, or Chinese sound reading, refers to their instrument name.

2. Even though shinki names are represented on their bodies by a single kanji, the kanji reading isn’t generally used as a name on its own. Another kanji is added to the kanji forming a shinki’s personal name to make yobina, which is the name a god uses when referring to their shinki in everyday life. Generally it’s a kanji that the gods use towards all of their shinki, i.e. their family/clan name. Here are examples of family names in Noragami:

音 – “ne”, Yato’s shinki’s family name. Means “sound”.

喩 – «yu», Tenjin’s shinki’s family name. Means “metaphor”.

大 – «dai», Kofuku’s shinki’s family name. Means “great”. The only prefix in this list.

麻 – «ma», Bishamon’s shinki’s former family name. Means “flax”.

巴 – «ha», Bishamon’s shinki’s current family name. See the meaning in the family names paragraph.

弥 – «mi», Ebisu’s shinki’s family name. When read as “mi” isn’t really a noun. One of the meanings is “more and more”.

云 – «un», Takemikazuchi’s shinki’s family name. Means “cloud”, “to talk”.

Known exceptions:

Noras: three out of four of Nora’s known names – Hiiro, Eyami, Mizuchi – do not include a family name (“chi” in “Mizuchi” isn’t actually a kanji for a family name, it’s part of kanji 螭's reading). Tenjin also refused to give Kugaha the “yu” clan name when gave him the name “Saku”;

Sakura and Nana, who aren’t noras but still have no family names;

Daikoku and Daigo – their clan name is added to their instrument name, not their name as a person

3. The instrument name also isn’t used on its own: kanji “ki” 器 (“instrument”) is added to it. As seen in the manga, characters in Noragami prefer to use “name + ki” when talking about a shinki’s instrument form.

Keeping these rules in mind, I’ve made this table that I borrowed from Wiki and expanded upon:

On the one hand, it seems like there’s no common theme in the names of the shinki belonging to the same god. There’s also no connection between a shinki’s name and instrument form in most cases. All in all, gods appear to name their shinki intuitively without actually thinking much about the meaning of the name. If we take Yato’s shinki as an example, three of them were named based on whatever Yato saw nearby: Yuki (snow) – it was snowing that day; Tomone (partner) – he just wished for someone to stay beside him; Sakura (sakura) – they met under a sakura tree. Momo has got a name that actually corresponds to his instrumet form – 100-yen store scissors; Hiiro’s (scarlet) and Kazune’s (calendar) seem to be a little more symbolical. Father, on the other hand, seems to be the only one to choose the names of his shinki deliberately. He gave Mizuchi the name of the monster that she turns into as an ayakashi; Edachi is literally his “servant”; and now he has Hagusa as well, “something that appears good, but isn’t”.

On the other hand, everything is not as simple as it seems. For example, look at these two translation notes about Nana’s name (Volume 16):

Moreover, “shi” means “death” in Japanese. Anything that sounds like “shi” has a connotation of “death”. A warrior is also “shi”. Number 4 is “shi”, number 7 is “shichi”. The Japanese mostly say 4 and 7 in kun-yomi in order to avoid saying “death” as much as possible. Bishamon, on the contrary, invites it. She is a warrior (“shi”), calling “shichi” to her service by her instrument name (on-yomi) – all of that does not bode well for any Japanese.

And here’s another example with Kiun’s name form Volume 17. When he recalls the day he was named by Take, he says that he was given “a very noble name” Ki.

Yellow is also the color of Amaterasu and her descendants, the Imperial dynasty. There are even several shades of yellow that can be used for dyeing the emperor’s clothes only.

So the reason why there’s no clear theme in the names of shinki of the same god and why they usually have nothing to do with shinki’s instrument forms is because each name has unique circumstances that surround it.

(BTW, regarding the “seven tools”: it’s a little far-fetched, but Yato technically has all of them as well. Yukine is his long sword and short sword while Kazuma is the rest – clothes (armor), bow, arrows, the scarf that also covers his head (helmet & cloak), and katana, because sure, why not).

Naming incantations

To give shinki a name, either for the first time or to someone who’s had a name before, a special incantation needs to be used.

This translation note was super helpful back when I first started reading Noragami. However, it was made in Volume 1, when little to nothing was known about the significance of names in the lore of Noragami, so I’m going to update it a bit.

Apparently, imina is the real name of a deceased person or a noble that is changed to a posthumous name; a forbidden, avoided name. Early on, before I reached the part with the gods’ greatest secret, I assumed that imina referred to the kun-yomi reading of a shinki’s name (like Yuki for Yukine). I thought that the reason gods added a family name to the kun-yomi reading was, just like it says in this note, to avoid the repetition of that name. But then there are noras, who almost always don’t get a family name, and shinki like Sakura and Nana, who are not noras and still don’t have family names either. So imina can’t possibly be the kun-yomi reading - if it really is an “avoided name” that shouldn’t be used for any purpose other than reverting a shinki from their instrument form, surely gods wouldn’t risk using it as a yobina (the name the gods call their shinki in everyday life, like Yukine) as well? That’s why I think that the first two lines of the incantation are a literal description of how the god’s greatest secret works. The god “grasps”, i.e. learns and conceals, a deceased person’s actual name – grasping thy true name, I bind thee here – and replaces it with the name that he/she makes up for that person – with borrowed name, I dub thee my servant. Karina, or the borrowed name, is the one that seals away the true name that should never be spoken. Lines 3 and 4 are pretty much an instruction for using a shinki. And the part about “mei” meaning both “command” and “destiny”,“life” explains why the last line was translated as “I use my life to make you my servant” in the anime. Wiki says that the reason why gods and shinki have this connection that can end up killing the god is because they use their life to create shinki, and I support the notion. After all, if there’s a line or word in Noragami that has more than one meaning, it’s 99% chance that it’s intentional. The last line shows that a shinki isn’t just a servant but a huge responsibility that a god may end up paying for with their life.

There aren’t any specific conditions to be met when naming a shinki (apart from the fact that a corrupted soul can’t become one, and even that’s… debatable); a spirit can receive a name voluntarily or forcefully. With regular ghosts who get a name for the first time it’s often not consensual since they don’t even know that’s a possibility (though there’s actually a cute scene in which Yato tries to persuade an old lady spirit to become his shinki freely). A shinki who has been released before can ask another god to name them, like Sakura did. Or, they can ask for a name without being released and become a nora. Finally, a god can forcefully give a name to a shinki who’s already serving another god, which is what Tenjin did to Kugaha. This, however, doesn’t mean that a shinki is defenseless against a god who wants to name them against their will, as shown in this scene with Yato, who wanted to make Kazuma a nora “for a bit” but helped him learn how to use borderlines instead:

Another interesting detail regarding the naming incantation is that it can only be used once – a god doesn’t get to name their former shinki for a second time (chapter 72).

Apart from the naming incantation used on shinki, there’s also a similar one for ayakashi (chapter 27).

The name Ebisu gives the ayakashi is Ryōki (菱鬼).It sounds like a shinki name (Mineha’s instrument name is also Ryōki), except here “ki” means “ghost”, “demon”. The first two lines of the incantation are very similar to the one used on shinki. Which is strange if you think about it, ‘cause unlike shinki, ayakashi don’t really have a name that must be concealed. Though they are born from human emotions, and some of them are even former humans (former shinki), so maybe that’s it. The difference in the first two lines of the two incantations is that an ayakashi is also tied to a mask. And there’s an entire translation note to be made about the rest of it.

The “one visage” probably really is the god using the incantation since Ebisu seemed to get blighted by his ayakashi the way shinki sting their masters when they sin – not on a surface level but with a deep, indelible blight.

Also, an ayakashi gets only one name, not two.

Finally, there’s also a hybrid incantation Father used in chapter 84 in combination with kotonoha to give names to shinki who started turning into ayakashi.

The first lines aren’t shown but they are probably the same as the ones in the regular incantation. Like any other shinki, Hagusa receives two names, as a person and as an instrument. The part resembling the incantation for naming ayakashi is the line about “obeying one name”, though with ayakashi it was “one face”. The last line is unique to this version of the incantation – using the kotonoha, Father orders Hagusa to retain his human form (in fact, we don’t know for sure if the incantation is actually necessary or if Father is simply imitating the gods while the only thing really needed for the naming is the brush).

Family names

Kazuma explains the existence of family names in chapter 18.

As mentioned earlier, “ne” and “yu” mean “sound” and “metaphor” respectively. The reason for the “ne” name, as we know, is very personal, while “yu” might have something to do with Tanjin being the god of learning and also a poet in his human life. Explaining the “ha” name will take a little longer.

Kazuma might think that family name is “really nothing”, but gods would clearly disagree. One of the things indicating that they don’t consider a family name “a nothing” is refusing to give one to noras. Tenjin did not give Kugaha the “yu” name when made him his nora Saku. Nora only has one name that has a family name attached to it – Tsutsumi, which she received from Ebisu. Ebisu himself is an exception though since he would name any shinki capable of drawing a borderline, so all of his shinki have the “mi” name, whether they are a nora or not. Another exception is Kazune but that is a special case since Yato and Kazuma have known each other for a long time; no wonder Yato decided to give Kazuma his family name.

Yato’s first two shinki, Sakura and Hiiro, didn’t have family names either, but that’s because Yato didn’t know he could or was supposed to give them one. Kazuma’s guess about creating a family bond through a common name is also correct – Bishamon explicitly states she doesn’t want to give Nana the “ha” name ‘cause she doesn’t want to become too attached to the girl who’s supposed to be her “disposable” weapon.

Finally, gauging the importance of a family name without knowing its backstory is hasteful. Yato’s family name “ne” simply meaning “sound” doesn’t seem to be very important at first. But to Yato it’s more than just a sound:

And Bishamon had a similar reason for not giving Kazuma the “ha” name after the Ma clan was wiped out.

This makes the names Father gives to his shinki – like Mizuchi and Edachi - all the more interesting. They sound like they have a family name “chi” but are actually written with a single kanji. So Father is basically creating an illusion of a family name that isn’t there. Another notable thing is that he did not choose a name ending with –chi for Hagusa. Does it mean that Father doesn’t want to make him a part of this “family”, however fake it is?

Summoning a shinki

To summon a shinki, all you need to do is call their instrument name. There are some nuances though. Firstly, sometimes shinki can have a delayed response, like how Yukine only answered to Yato’s call after his second attempt in chapter 26.

It’s hard to tell whether all shinki are capable of this. Yukine is a hafuri here, so we can’t be sure if his new status affects his ability to resist his master’s call or not. It’s also not clear if Yukine decided to help out on his own or if he couldn’t refuse his nature as an instrument after all. There are, however, other instances of shinki not coming after being summoned. Takemikazuchi’s senior shinki outright refused to respond to his call the night they killed him:

And then there’s Kiun who apparently can simply sleep through being summoned.

The reason why this is important is because it influences our understanding of the nature of the bond between a god and a shinki and shinki’s level of autonomy. Are shinki bound to transform because of a magical contract embodied in their name, or can they choose freely? The second option suggests a more trust-based connection between shinki and their masters. If they are able to ignore the summoning but willingly come to the gods’ aid without questioning the need to do so, it means they want to support their masters no matter what. New shinki can’t resist the call though, as seen here:

Secondly, there’s an entire group a shinki who definitely can choose whether to respond to a call or not – noras. Hiiro ignored Yato several times: when Yato and Ebisu called her at the same time, she chose Ebisu; when Yato was calling for her to fight off the masked ayakashi, she did not respond.

Noras’ ability to choose if they want to take their instrument form or not makes sense regardless of whether it’s something all shinki can do or just them. Even if they are magically bound to transform when called, in a situation with two masters summoning then at the same time they will have to do something eventually. If they can’t ignore the summoning and also can’t split into two different instruments, it makes sense that they’d be at least able to choose whose call to answer. And as for Hiiro ignoring Yato’s call in a situation where there was no need to choose, there are several different explanations here. Maybe the ability to choose is simply always present for them, even when they aren’t summoned by two gods at the same time. After all, noras are resistant to name-binding spells in general. Another explanation can be that Hiiro is a half-shinki, half-yakashi who was named using the kotonoha. If her bond with Father is stronger than with any of her other masters because of that, then no wonder ignoring Yato was so easy for her.

Another thing I’m curious about is long-distance summoning. It wasn’t a thing in the beginning of the series – Yato did not call for Sekki when Kugaha attacked him near Suzuha’s sakura tree; the seven gods of fortune didn’t even try to summon their shinki when they were under arrest by the Heaven’s guard. However, Takemikazuchi calls his shinki from Takamagahara to Earth like no big deal (well, except for Kiun, who overslept).

And he also expects them to appear in Takamagahara if he summons them there:

I can see two possibilities here. 1) There had to be a reason why gods didn’t try to summon their shinki in the the cases mentioned. Like Yato not wanting Yukine to find out that Suzuha was dead, or the seven gods of fortune not wanting to get their shinki into trouble with the Heavens. 2) Adachitoka didn’t think of long-distance summoning in the beginning of the series and added it later.

Finally, shinki only answer to their master. Someone else pronouncing their name as an instrument or name as a person won’t work. There’s only one exception – the ruler of Heavens, the goddess of sun Amaterasu, who knows the name of all the gods and shinki and can call them. She was able to summon Sekki to put him into the box where he was supposed to spend the rest of the eternity. She also reverted Kokki by calling his name “Kuro” when she saw how he was trying to do something on the ground.

Releasing shinki from the name

Gods can release their shinki on their own will and upon request; no special incantation is needed. All a god needs to do is to write the name in the air and say that they release their shinki. After that the kanji tattooed on the shinki’s skin breaks and vanishes.

A released shinki looses their abilities (such as using borderlines) until they find themselves a new master but other than that the procedure is harmless.

However, there’s also Liberation, which breaks shinki names forcefully. Saying their original human name in the presence of a shinki or a direct question about the cause of their death leads revealing the gods’ greatest secret. That destroys their god-given name and the shinki turns into an ayakashi under the weight of all the regrets about the life they could have lived. There are only two shinki known to have survived the Liberation – Nana and Mizuchi. Mizuchi can even reveal the secret herself, although that power seems to be limited to her Chiki form.

Finally, there’s another unpleasant aspect of the lore that’s tied to releasing a shinki: if a god vanishes before taking the name from their servant, that name still remains. It’s one of the reasons some shinki end up being noras – a name no one can call is useless, so the only way to get a home and a shelter from ayakashi is to find another master. It’s not as easy as it sounds since the gods’ distaste towards noras is so strong that simply having a name given by another god is a reason enough not to take in an abandoned shinki.

Conclusion

I think it’s brilliant – to use the linguistic peculiarities of the Japanese language to form this unbelievably interesting and probably one the most memorable aspects of the magic system. I’m even more amazed at how much significance it has for the plot and characterization of the manga’s, well, characters. This theme will probably be further developed in the series, so I can’t wait to read new chapters of Noragami to find out other secrets of shinki names that Adachitoka have in store for us.

#noragami #noragami manga #theories #shinki #noragami meta

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alloveroliver · 4 years

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Author Interview

I was tagged by @peacheat and @dear-mrs-otome THANK YOU GUYS!!! (I also added more Qs if you want to answer those as well *sweats*)

Name: Ash Knight

Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger, annnnnd one or two other otomes I like lol. Want to do in the future: Obey Me (Currently playing) Ikemen Genjiden (translating got to be too much but its GOOD!) Tokyo Debunkers (when it comes out in April!!!)

Where You Post: Mostly Tumblr but also Ao3!

Most Popular One-Shot: By far Victor x MC “In This Moment.” I’m glad cuz I spent a lot of time on this one and I love the concept of Victor stopping time because he know’s he’s going to miss MC <3

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Mmm, I don’t have any muli fics yet BUT I do have 10 chapters of my blood thirsty fics! they are all oneshots though.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Its actually my first Oliver fic I posted around Aug of 2018 (Omg have I been doing this for that long???) It needs to be rewritten BUT heres the link. Oliver x MC “Giving Up Control” I still think about this fic often lmfao. Femdoming Oliver is 🤤👌

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Ooof, a recent Oliver fic. Only because it had alcohol themes and smoliver asking her on a date. Just due to his curse and things I didn't want to change too much but it was all consensual with adult Oliver. I was just nervous some people would read into it and take it the wrong way :( Oliver x MC “In A Perfect World You’re Happy With Me” (Looking back at it, it actually got a good response! I am surprised cuz I posted it then tried to put it out of my mind lol. #thanksanxiety

How You Choose Your Titles: First thing that comes to mind. Song lyrics, one word that sticks out in the fic. Or if its a common word or a word/title I’ve used before I put it into One Look Reverse Dictionary and find a similar word that means the sameish thing. I don’t dwell on titles too much tbh.

Completed: Last I counted, I had over 500 short stories under my belt. You can read them all on my blog but not everything was put into my masterlist. This was just due to the tumblr purge we had and I had to make a new masterlist since a lot of my fics got shadowbanned due to the tagging system back then. I didnt wanna repost them all lol

Incomplete: I have an entire spreadsheet that I plop all my ideas on... and it is FULL. I organize it by fandom, suitor, and fluff vs. smut. Ummmmmm.... See below: Coming soon lol.

Do You Outline? I usually start writing when I have an idea and if I need to step away from my computer I will do a quick outline. AKA just some quick bullet points of what I was thinking would happen next lol. If I ever take the time to properly do a full outline, I 100% go off the rails and do my own thing away from the outline. I am what is called a ‘discovery writer’ lol. I discoverer my own story as i write it then go back and edit it and act like I knew what I was doing all along lmfao.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have 3 substantial WIPS (like 2-3k words) I bounce between that I’m working on. Victor x Mc, Vincent x MC and Faust x MC.

A plan to do part 2 of Gavin x MC’ s ”Distortion” .

I also have an long running AU fic with Gavin x MC (8k currently) but that is far away from being done lol.

There is also an 11 chapter fic I am planning. I have 2 chapters written but I cant seem to figure out one major plot detail and its keeping me from getting it done anytime soon :(

There is a chapter fic im writing for a cradle born MC, however its a mesh of our MC and my OC and its kinda complicated. Also its fluff and I’m less interested in writing that BUT I really want to share this story <3

Valentines day is actually prob going to be the next thing yall see from me tbh and that is TBD

Do You Accept Prompts? I used to every once in a while but I have so many WIPS and no personal computer at home rn. (SOON THOUGH!) So I don’t have the chance to write as much in my free time as I used to. I’ll take prompts but I let them sit in my ask box until I am able to write them <3. I am not the person to ask people to stop sending them, cuz I like to see what yall want me to write and take that into consideration for sure. I like taking asks for Thirsty Thursday (even if its not thurs, I will hold onto them until then) and answer them 😍 I love those because more people are involved other than me and I like being a part of something bigger than myself 🤗

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My Victor x MC story. Its UMMMMM........ ITS SLOW BURN YALL. LIKE WHO AM I?! lmfao.

*(I am going to personally add a few questions to this tag that I am interested in knowing about others as well lol)*

What do you use to edit?: I pay for Grammarly (its AMAZING even the free version is super worth it)

For word meanings, synonyms, and better wording I use OneLook Reverse Dictionary ALL THE TIME for every single fic. (and like I said before, to help with titles)

When I feel like something is off and grammarly doesn’t quite know and I don’t know, I put the fic through Hemmingway Editor. It tells you HOW readable a sentence is. If its hard to read I rewrite it and make things a bit simpler for the eyes. Its free in the browser.

Writing setup: Ideally, the sun is coming in through the window, It’s cool inside, I’m wearing a fuzzy sweater, I have hot coffee or tea, and my head phones are in.

I listen to lofi music station on youtube but If its distracting I put on lofi without lyrics. I love THIS playlist. (this is live so it’ll prob break but here’s an alt link to their offline playlist) If I am in an upbeat mood I like “Electropose” music. Or I listen to the ‘setting’ a fic is in. Like if its raining in the story, I put on rain ambiance and things like that.

Do you use a beta reader? No 😬, not really. Anytime I have someone beta read and they comment on the content and not the editing I get way too nervous to post the fic and suddenly it get sick to my stomach laskjdlsdj. I trust a couple gals to beta read in an editing mind set but I don’t bother them all the time. I like to go balls to the walls and trust grammarly, post the damn thing, and bite my nails hoping for the best.

Where do you get your writing inspo?: Bruh, #1 READING! Reading books, reading fics, reading summaries for things. Also, reading the routes in otomes, watching anime, and letting my mind wonder lol. I also like to chat with people on discord and let the stories unfold. Inspo has also come from a lot of my dreams tbh. My dreams are hella vivid and I try to write them down when I wake up if they are interesting lol.

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?:

[ Without cars and crowds, the evening wind picked up nothing but serene sounds. Crickets gently chirped and leafs quietly brushed one another. The branches rustled together, making an organic symphony that the wind carried up to the balcony you leaned on.

*****’s warm hands ran up and down your forearms, warming your chilled skin. From behind, he bent forward and nipped at the shell of your ear.

“Is that better?” His silky hands moved faster, creating heated friction.

“Mmm,” You relished in the sensation. “Much better.”

His gentle chuckle against your pulse made you wiggle into him. ***** pressed his solid chest against your back and sighed. “Maybe if you were wearing more than just my shirt, you wouldn’t be so chilly.”

“I just want to be out here for a moment. The fresh air is nice.” You pressed your lips together into a small smile and angled your face up to him. “Don’t you agree?” ]

tagging: @somethinglacking @pseudofaux @tarralin @steph-writing @kiarigirl @otonymous @jennacat84 @xathia-89 @toloveawarlord @moonlit--river @thequeenshuntress @thirstyforbishiesimagines <3 Honestly I want to tag more people but I don’t wanna be annoying SO if you do this feel free to tag me cuz I am soooooo curious about other writers! Lets be friendsssss <3

#ash speaks #ash ask meme #fanfic writing #this post is shadowbanned due to links

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phinnsyreads · 5 years

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Item #: SCP-049

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-049 is contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in Research Sector-02 at Site-19. SCP-049 must be sedated before any attempts to transport it. During transport, SCP-049 must be secured within a Class III Humanoid Restriction Harness (including a locking collar and extension restraints) and monitored by no fewer than two armed guards.

While SCP-049 is generally cooperative with most Foundation personnel, outbursts or sudden changes in behaviour are to be met with elevated force. Under no circumstances should any personnel come into direct contact with SCP-049 during these outbursts. In the event SCP-049 becomes aggressive, the application of lavender (L. multifida) has been shown to produce a calming effect on the entity. Once calmed, SCP-049 generally becomes compliant, and will return to containment with little resistance.

In order to facilitate the ongoing containment of SCP-049, the entity is to be provided with the corpse of a recently deceased animal (typically a bovine or other large mammal) once every two weeks for study. Corpses that become instances of SCP-049-2 are to be removed from SCP-049's containment cell and incinerated. SCP-049 is no longer permitted to interact with human subjects, and requests for human subjects are to be denied.

Temporary Containment Procedure Update: (See Addendum 049.3) Per Containment Committee Order 049.S19.17.1, SCP-049 is no longer permitted to interact directly with any members of Foundation staff, nor is it to be provided with any additional corpses to be used in its surgeries. This order shall persist indefinitely, until such time a consensus regarding the ongoing containment of SCP-049 can be reached.

Description: SCP-049 is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.9 meters in height, which bears the appearance of a medieval plague doctor. While SCP-049 appears to be wearing the thick robes and the ceramic mask indicative of that profession, the garments instead seem to have grown out of SCP-049's body over time. The robes and gloves are identical to a thick hide built up on the skin, while the mask is composed of a kind of chitin growing out of the bones of the face. They are now nearly indistinguishable from whatever form is beneath them. X-rays indicate that despite this, SCP-049 does have a humanoid skeletal structure beneath its outer layer.

SCP-049 is capable of speech in a variety of languages, though tends to prefer English or medieval French. (The entity claims to have originated in 15th century France, though admits that it is "particularly well-traveled".) While SCP-049 is generally cordial and cooperative with Foundation staff, it can become especially irritated or at times outright aggressive if it feels that it is in the presence of what it calls the "Pestilence". Although the exact nature of this Pestilence is currently unknown to Foundation researchers, it does seem to be an issue of immense concern to SCP-049.

SCP-049 will become hostile with individuals it sees as being affected by the Pestilence, often having to be restrained should it encounter such. If left unchecked, SCP-049 will generally attempt to kill any such individual; SCP-049 is capable of causing all biological functions of an organism to cease through direct skin contact. How this occurs is currently unknown, and autopsies of SCP-049's victims have invariably been inconclusive. SCP-049 has expressed frustration or remorse after these killings, indicating that they have done little to kill "The Pestilence", though will usually seek to then perform a crude surgery on the corpse using the implements contained within a black doctor's bag it carries on its person at all times. The space within this bag is seemingly anomalously large, as SCP-049 has been observed pulling objects larger than the bag itself from within it in order to operate on deceased subjects. While these surgeries are not always "successful", they often result in the creation of instances of SCP-049-2.

SCP-049-2 instances are reanimated corpses that have been operated on by SCP-049. These instances do not seem to retain any of their prior memories or mental functions, having only basic motor skills and response mechanisms. While these instances are generally inactive, moving very little and in a generally ambulatory fashion, they can become extremely aggressive if provoked, or if directed to by SCP-049. SCP-049-2 instances express active biological functions, though these are vastly different from currently understood human physiology. Despite these alterations, SCP-049 often remarks that the subjects have been "cured".

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Addendum 049.1: Discovery

SCP-049 was discovered during the investigation of a series of unknown disappearances in the town of Montauban in southern France. During a raid on a local home, investigators found several instances of SCP-049-2, as well as SCP-049. While law enforcement personnel engaged the hostile 049-2 instances, SCP-049 was noted as watching the engagement and taking notes in its journal. After all of the 049-2 instances were dispatched, SCP-049 willingly entered Foundation custody.

The following interview was conducted by Dr. Raymond Hamm during the initial investigation.

Interviewer: Dr. Raymond Hamm, Site-85

Interviewee: SCP-049

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[BEGIN LOG]

SCP-049: (In French) So then, how should we begin? An introduction?

Dr. Hamm: (Aside) Is that French? Can we get a translator-

SCP-049: (In English) The King's English! No need for translation, sir, I can speak it well enough.

Dr. Hamm: Good. My name is Dr. Raymond Hamm, and I-

SCP-049: Ah! A doctor! A like-minded individual, no doubt. Wherein is your speciality, sir?

Dr. Hamm: Cryptobiology, why-

SCP-049: (Laughs) A medical man, such as myself. Wonders abound! And here I worried I had been abducted by common street thugs! (Looks around the room) This place, then. This is your laboratory? I had wondered, as clean as it is, and with such little trace of the Pestilence here.

Dr. Hamm: The Pestilence? What do you mean?

SCP-049: The Scourge! The Great Dying. Come now, you know, the, uh… (taps temple furiously) …what is it they call it, the… the… ah, no matter. The Pestilence, yes. It abounds outside these walls, you know. So many have succumbed, and many more will continue to, until such time as a perfect cure can be developed. (Leans back in its chair) Fortunately, I am very close. It is my duty in life to rid the world of it, you see. The Cure To End All Cures!

Dr. Hamm: When you say "The Great Dying", are you talking about the bubonic plague?

SCP-049: (Pauses) I don't know what that is.

Dr. Hamm: I see. Right, well, the entities our agents encountered at that house, they were dead when you encountered them, yes? And you reanimated them?

SCP-049: Hrmm, in a manner of speaking. You see things too simply, doctor! Expand your horizons. Life and death, sickness and health, these are amateur terms for amateur physicians. There is only one ailment that exists in the world of men, and that is the Pestilence. And nothing else! Make no mistake, they were very ill, all of them.

Dr. Hamm: You think you cured those people?

SCP-049: Indeed. My cure is most effective.

Dr. Hamm: The things we recovered were not human.

SCP-049: (Pauses and glares at Dr. Hamm) Yes, well, it is not a perfect cure. But that will come with time. And further experimentation! I have spent a lifetime developing my methods, Dr. Hamm, and will spend a lifetime more, if necessary. Now, we have wasted too much time. There is work to do! I will require a laboratory of my own, one where I can continue my research unimpeded. And assistants, of course, though I can provide those on my own, in time. (Laughs)

Dr. Hamm: I don't think our organization will be willing to-

SCP-049: Nonsense. We are all men of science. Fetch your coat and show me to my quarters, doctor. (Gestures with pointed stick) Our work begins now!

[END LOG]

Interviewer's Note: While SCP-049 is capable of communicating in a very human way, there is a strange sense of unease that one experiences when in its presence. Make no mistake, there is something very uncanny about this entity indeed.

Additionally, we've confiscated that pointed stick that SCP-049 keeps waving around. Part of this was due to standard confiscation protocols for the possessions of anomalies, and part because 049 really is a menace swinging it around like he does. The entity was displeased at first, but after we made some concessions in providing it with "test subjects" (which are, admittedly, more for the benefit of our own research) it warmed up to the idea.

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Addendum 049.2: Observation Log

While in containment at Site-19, SCP-049 has spent a considerable amount of time studying and performing surgery on the various mammalian corpses it has been provided. SCP-049 will routinely spend several days performing surgery, and then (regardless of whether or not the corpse becomes an instance of SCP-049-2) spend several more days documenting its findings in a thick leather journal stored within its doctor's bag. Notably, SCP-049's journals are not written in any known language, and attempts by linguists and codebreakers to decipher them have been unsuccessful. However, SCP-049 will often seek to verbally share its findings with members of Foundation staff.

The following is a log of several occasions during which SCP-049 was observed operating on a mammalian corpse.

Observational Log 049.OL.1 SUMMARY

Subject: SCP-049

Preface: A test subject (D-85123) was introduced into SCP-049's containment cell. The entity expressed sincere gratitude towards all members of the containment and research staff.

Observation Notes: SCP-049 began by asking D-85123 several standard medical questions, as it began removing tools from its bag. Shortly after finishing its preparations, SCP-049 quickly closed the distance between the two, killing the subject with a touch to its throat. Afterwards, SCP-049 made a number of considerable alterations to the basic structure of the subject's corpse, often introducing fluids from within its bag into the subject by way of a hand powered pump and copper tubing.

The resulting 049-2 instance became animated, flailing and grasping at the walls of the chamber with a number of manufactured limbs while moaning out of an oblong orifice now present in its sternum. During this time, SCP-049 was observed taking notes of the instance in its journal, and remarking to the watching research staff about the efficacy of its cure. Security personnel entered the chamber to move SCP-049 back to containment, and were attacked by the instance. The security team dispatched the 049-2 instance, and SCP-049 returned to containment with no resistance, stating that it was pleased with the results.

Observational Log 049.OL.2 SUMMARY

Subject: SCP-049

Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased goat. SCP-049 expressed gratitude at the provision.

Observation Notes: SCP-049 operated on the goat corpse for several days, eventually resulting in an instance of SCP-049-2. SCP-049 expressed pleasure in this outcome, though admitted "the disease was still in its nascent stage. My veterinarian practice is rudimentary, but the patient responded well to the procedure."

Observational Log 049.OL.3 SUMMARY

Subject: SCP-049

Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased orangutan. SCP-049 expressed noted gratitude at the provision, due to the similarities between the orangutan and common human physiology.

Observation Notes: SCP-049 spent several days operating on the orangutan, reanimating it several times. However, SCP-049 appeared to be discontent with the results it experienced, returning to the creature three times after its initial reanimation for additional work. After it was unable to reanimate the corpse a fifth time, SCP-049 turned the corpse over to Foundation staff for incineration, stating "I have learned so much from this, though I fear my early optimism was misplaced. I hadn’t yet come across such a… a stumbling block on my road to the cure. More subjects like this would do a great deal in advancing my research."

Observational Log 049.OL.7 FULL

Subject: SCP-049

Preface: SCP-049 was provided the corpse of a recently deceased bovine. SCP-049 expressed mild annoyance at the provision, having stated its desire to work on human subjects several times between this occasion and the earlier provision of an orangutan, though accepted it nonetheless.

Observation Notes: SCP-049 spent several days operating on the bovine corpse, breaking only to dine on a requested dinner of thin crackers, salted pork, and hard cheese. It should be noted that SCP-049 has expressed that it does not require sustenance, but enjoys it and feels that the food helps to put it in the right mind to operate. Beginning first by embalming the corpse, SCP-049 was observed producing a number of long syringes from its bag, each containing a different dark, viscous fluid. SCP-049 described these fluids as "essences of the humors", and elaborated by saying "the Pestilence may bring about a systemic imbalance. In such a case, before true healing can begin, one must find the humors in balance or the body will reject the cure. This is, of course, elementary knowledge for the practical physician. I would have thought you would have learned this during your education!"

Over the next few days, SCP-049 spent a considerable amount of time adjusting the organs of the bovine corpse with a number of large metal instruments. After eight days, SCP-049 produced a lightning rod, which Dr. Hamm exchanged for an electric cattle prod attached to an extension cord, and struck the corpse in several locations. This action seemingly had the effect of reanimating the bovine, which once again became ambulatory, despite the inversion of the head and reorientation of its limbs.

Follow Up Interview

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Hamm: We've watched you work for several weeks now, and honestly I'm not sure I understand what you're doing. Can you describe your process in detail?

SCP-049: Oh goodness no, the process is most intensive. As I said to your assistant, the best instruction you will find about my methods are here in my journals, as I have kept exhaustive records of my work there.

Dr. Hamm: I see. My concern, doctor, is that we still don't understand what you're seeking to cure, or how it manifests, or how turning these creatures into quasi-living, mindless drones helps in that effort.

SCP-049: You do not understand the Pestilence? Even after all this time? Doctor, it is an unspeakable horror, one that has shown its true face many times before and will again. I find myself blessed with the wisdom and good senses needed to root it out and destroy it, but many like yourself cannot. It is a cruel judgement, I fear, to be at the mercy of a disease you cannot fully comprehend!

Dr. Hamm: That still doesn't answer my question. How is your cure any kind of cure at all?

SCP-049: (Growing suddenly agitated) It is a cure! You may laugh at my efforts if you please, but do not besmirch the good name of scientific progress that has developed this great mercy. What you so shortsightedly see here is a life better than any this creature could have hoped for, stricken as it was with the Pestilence. This creature is now clean, unable to spread the Pestilence and free from the terror it would have experienced otherwise.

Dr. Hamm: This is hardly a creature at all, doctor, it's not even-

SCP-049: (Very agitated) Do not jape with me, sir! You and your colleagues are like so many others, unable to look past minor setbacks to see the salvation taking place before your very eyes. Do you wait to remove rotten timbers until the hall collapses on top of you? No. You find them and you pull them out and replace them with those untouched by rot! And most of all, you do not simply mock the structure because it now looks different to you. It is strong! It is free of disease.

Dr. Hamm: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to agitate you. I'm just trying to understand.

SCP-049: (Deep breath) Yes, well, do mind your words in the future, doctor. I am a professional, but even professionals may feel the bite of pride in dealing with criticism of their masterpiece. I will forgive this as an act of good faith between colleagues.

Dr. Hamm: Is there anything else I can help you with?

SCP-049: (Pauses, looking away from Dr. Hamm) No, that will be all. Another test subject, on the usual schedule. You know my preference of subjects with more human anatomies.

[END LOG]

Attending Researcher's Note: SCP-049 does seem to genuinely want to help other humans, though it has not yet been able to provide a concrete example of what exactly it is trying to save us all from. I have watched it now over several weeks, and while the outcomes do not seem to ever change, SCP-049 continues to claim that it is growing closer to its perfect cure. I think the entity may be more aware of the reality of these outcomes than it would like us to think.

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Addendum 049.3: 04/16/2017 Incident

Starting shortly after SCP-049's initial containment, Dr. Hamm conducted a number of interviews with the subject regarding its anomalous properties, and over time began to note its displeasure with its subjects and the SCP-049-2 instances. This continued for a period of several months, during which SCP-049 never exhibited any aggressive behaviours.

On April 16th, 2017, as Dr. Hamm was entering SCP-049's test chamber to conduct another routine interview, the entity began to grow anxious and asked Dr. Hamm if he was feeling well. Following protocol, Dr. Hamm reminded SCP-049 that the interview was required, after which the entity became hostile and attacked Dr. Hamm, killing him. Due to a lapse in security protocol, and because Dr. Hamm did not activate the in-chamber emergency system, Dr. Hamm's corpse was not discovered until three hours later, by which point SCP-049 had converted it into an instance of SCP-049-2.

In the aftermath of this incident, SCP-049 was interviewed by Dr. Theron Sherman.

Interviewer: Dr. Theron Sherman, Site-42

Interviewee: SCP-049

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[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Sherman: I need you to explain yourself.

(No response)

Dr. Sherman: SCP-049, you are being directed to explain your actions, and I will remind you that failure to cooperate will result in further restrictions during your containment.

SCP-049: (Pauses) My actions do not need to be explained.

Dr. Sherman: You killed Raymond Hamm and then butchered him until he-

SCP-049: (Interrupting, angrily) Not dead! No! Not… not dead. He is… he is cured.

Dr. Sherman: Cured? Cured of what?

SCP-049: The Pestilence, sir! I had thought you, at least, would realize what luck it is I detected it before-

Dr. Sherman: (Interrupting) What pestilence? You keep going on and on about this pestilence but you have not once been able to properly identify this "disease". What could you have possibly seen in him today that you had not seen so many times before? That it would be worth his life?

SCP-049: He… (pauses) The Pestilence presents and progresses in unforeseeable fashions, and has a queer way of- of creeping into the unprepared, and… (breathing becomes heavier) call it what you want, doctor. It was a mercy I did to him. He is cured.

Dr. Sherman: He is a vegetable!

SCP-049: (Pauses) I… I would not expect you to understand. You and your… your ilk have proven time and time again to be not men of science, but men of- of emotion. You cannot appreciate the horrors I have seen, those many millions who have succumbed to the Pestilence and been changed, who-

Dr. Sherman: Your cure cost Ray his life!

SCP-049: No good SIR I have saved it! You would allow this world to slip back into the, the- the despair of disease and death, ignoring that I have created a miracle and-

Dr. Sherman: (Talking over SCP-049) What disease? What pestilence? He was a healthy man! He was a good doctor!

SCP-049: -am offering it freely to the afflicted! You are not worth this argument, sir. You are shortsighted and foolish. Dr. Hamm was sick, and I… (breath catches) I cured him. I am the only one who can do this. My work must continue, there is so much still to learn, so much to-

Dr. Sherman: I've had enough of this. Consider your allowances revoked. Welcome to containment, oh-four-nine. (Away from mic) We're done here.

SCP-049: -do, and others can be saved! Even you, though you do not deserve it, might be saved! I can save them all! I can cast down this plague, once and for all. I can do this! Only me! I… I… (labored breathing) I saved… I saved him… Dr. Hamm, I… I cured him… he was sick, I know he was sick, I know he was, and I… you are all sick, but I… I can save you. I can save all of you, because I… I am the cure.

[END LOG]

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Addendum 049.4: Post-Incident Report Interview

The following interview is an excerpt from the 4/16/17 049 Incident Report. The interview was conducted by Dr. Elijah Itkin, and took place three weeks after the start of the initial investigation.

Date: 5/7/17

Interviewer: Dr. Elijah Itkin

Interviewee: SCP-049

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[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Itkin: SCP-049, we are conducting this interview to close out our investigation of your actions taken on April 16th that resulted in the death of a staff member. Do you have any comments to make?

SCP-049: Only that I look forward to the day when you will allow me to resume my work! I have spent the last few weeks compiling my notes and constructing a new theory for how the Pestilence was able to infect someone in such an insidious manner that I nearly couldn't detect it.

Dr. Itkin: Have you experienced any remorse for your actions? For the death of Dr. Hamm?

SCP-049: (Waves his hand) Ah, yes. Well, the death of a colleague is always regrettable, but in the face of the Pestilence we must be swift, doctor, and act without hesitation.

Dr. Itkin: Dr. Sherman noted in his report that you seemed to be mournful during your initial interview.

SCP-049: Mourn- (Pauses) Perhaps. I had not thought that… It is lamentable that a fellow doctor became infected, but the work continues. Regrettable as… as it was, Dr. Hamm's death provided important insight. Living human subjects are the only way to proceed forward, I am decided. My cure is of little use on dead flesh, and I have gleaned all I can from your generous supply of corpses. My desires turn towards tending to those still living who suffer from the disease.

Dr. Itkin: I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.

SCP-049: (Laughs) Oh doctor, I wouldn't be so sure.

[END LOG]

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[The voice of SCP-049 was provided by @phinnsy.] [The voice of Dr. Hamm was provided by Breck Wilhite.] [The voice of Dr. Sherman was provided by @navox-the-weary.] [The voice of Dr. Itkin was provided by @iridethedirt.]

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sirius-whoisleft · 4 years

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GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Sirius Orion Black III Nickname(s): Padfoot Age: 18 Gender & Pronouns: cisgender male; he/him Sexuality: Initially, I began writing him as a demiromantic pansexual. However, I am pleased to announce that with each day I write him? He not only gets gayer, but his capacity to love and crush and pine grows threefold.

Date of Birth: November 3rd Horoscope: Scorpio, baby!!!!! Hogwarts House: Gryffindor, though and through Nationality: French by way of London Occupation:

Sirius is currently a seventh year Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry which is, all things considered, a pretty sweet gig. He’s preparing for NEWTS! He’s living off the trust fund provided for him by his dearly departed Uncle Alphard! He hasn’t been kicked out yet! He’s snogging his boyfriend in the library every chance he gets!

And, improbably, Sirius Black is preparing for his future.

Recently, Sirius had been admitted to the competitive and prestigious Gringott’s cursebreaking training program. After graduation, he’ll make that five-times-a-week trek down to Diagon Alley and immerse himself in ancient societies, runes, translations, curse-handling, history, desert magic and...yes...wait for it...copious paperwork! Upon graduation from the program, Sirius will emerge a newly minted and proud Cursebreaker, working at the bank’s back office most days, doing research and translations and the like, but also getting his hands dirty on trips. The pyramids of Egypt and the tombs of China will call to him, and he can’t wait to see them all!

Unfortunately, his time with the cursebreakers will be cut short, and he’ll hurl himself headlong into his Order of the Phoenix membership under Alastor Moody’s dark influence...but that’s a story for another day.

Summarized in One Word: Bombastic!

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Ben Barnes Height: Just as with the sexuality question, Sirius gets both gayer AND SHORTER the longer I write him. Currently he’s hovering around 5′7″ by accurate standards, but in my mind he’s a tiny little pocket bastard. Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Grey Noticeable Features: Devastating good looks. Emphasis on the devastating due to the strong Black family resemblance. A growing collection of tattoos. Long hair that he’s wont to elegantly flick away from his eyes. Perpetual haughty looks off into the distance.

Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Sirius dresses simply, but well. How well depends on the occasion and your personal opinion, but it can’t be argued that he looks good doing it. His typical layabout clothes consist of either a band-tee or button-down with a pair of trousers or muggle jeans (the magic of which Remus Lupin introduced him to); for formal affairs, he still remembers how to walk the walk and can pull off a suit and tie with uncomfortable ease.

Truth be told, Sirius is still figuring out his fashion sense! He went from his clothing being dictated by his family to skating by on a Hogwarts uniform for several years. He’ll come into his own slowly and with purpose – the first step being an overindexing on punky, black leather jackets.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown: London Financial Status: Trust fund bastard! After being cut off by the House of Black, Sirius coasted by broke and on the basis of favors from the Potter family for over a year before his Uncle Alphard passed away and left him a hefty little nest egg with which to make his way in the world. For all his talk about wanting to be of the common people and despising the wealthy and all they stand for, Sirius was raised with the safety net of exorbitant wealth and still defaults to many of those old habits and assumptions. Spoken Languages: French was his first language, followed by English and then Latin. He’s deeply interested in dead languages and the study of runes. Dream Job: Cursebreaker! Bad Habits: Biting the inside of his cheek. Lashing out at those that care about him most. Pushing friends and concern away. Refusing to apply himself lest he try and fail. Squandering his education. Cocaine, alcohol, and other substances; his general proneness to addition. Recklessness and adrenaline-highs. Stealing the covers at night. Joking to cover up his real feelings. A proclivity for dark magic. Singing in the shower.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Walburga Black (neé Black), estranged. Father: Orion Black, estranged. Sibling(s): Regulus Black, estranged. Pet(s): n/a Cousin(s): Bellatrix Black. Andromeda Black. Narcissa Black. Evan Rosier.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Reed, dragon heartstring, 10 ½ inches, rigid

Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could): Like his Animagus form, Sirius’s patronus takes the shape of a large dog. He’s able to cast it with highly varying levels of success lately; while he has a good tutor in Remus and a willingness to try, Sirius’s magic has always been affected by his mood swings and he just...has too many of those to predict. His most successful attempts have been driven by days of rare concentration and memories colored by the other Marauders. Currently, were he to try and produce one, Sirius would think about the day that Remus kissed him in their dormitory following The Prank fallout – giving him affection and forgiveness and a second chance.

Boggart: The House of Black version of himself - the one that might have happened if he hadn’t been able to break away from his family in time.

OWLS: Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy NEWTS: Ancient Runes (O), History of Magic (A), Astronomy (O), Charms (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Transfiguration (E), Potions (O), Arithmancy (O)

What Kind of Magic do They Excel at:

Sirius’s best subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is handy with a wand, knows his own power, and is unafraid to act in the heat of the moment – perhaps a bit recklessly, but there’s nothing life-or-death about the inside of the classroom, and so he simply manages to come off looking talented.

The most important reason behind him succeeding in that class is the simple fact that he believes it to be useful; it’s going to Mean Something in the Real World, and so it’s one of the few school subjects that commands his attention and respect in equal measure.

He also has a talent for Ancient Runes that’s finally being appreciated—now that he’s allowing people to appreciate it, and owning his deep interest in the subject openly—and, unfortunately, for the complexities of Dark Magic.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: The Campaigner

Few personality types are as creative and charismatic as Campaigners. Known for their idealism and enthusiasm, Campaigners are good at dealing with unexpected challenges and brightening the lives of those around them. Campaigners’ imagination is invaluable in many areas, including their own personal growth.

Yet Campaigners can be easily tripped up in areas where idealism and kindness are more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is finding (or keeping) a partner, staying calm under pressure, reaching dazzling heights on the career ladder or making difficult decisions, Campaigners need to put in a conscious effort to develop their weaker traits and additional skills.

Enneagram: ENFP [read more]

Excellent communicators. ENFPs have outstanding communication skills and they know how to use them. They will engage anyone in conversation at the drop of a hat, and they know how to draw others out in a way that keeps the discussion flowing. Whether casually shooting the breeze or collaborating in the workplace, ENFPs provide the horsepower that keeps the engine of conversation humming along.

Imaginative. ENFPs are imaginative problem solvers and reject the idea that traditional ways are always the best. In every situation they believe an original approach is possible—and desirable—and they refuse to become prisoners of habit or routine. They see roadblocks as opportunities, and they confront every challenge they face with fresh eyes and no preconceived notions.

Natural leaders. ENFPs step forward to assume positions of leadership readily and instinctively. They are confident in their ability to handle demanding responsibilities many people find scary or intimidating. ENFP leaders are consensus builders who work hard to gain the trust of their associates, patiently listening to their ideas and reacting enthusiastically to their good suggestions. Their assertive, “can-do” attitude inspires others and motivates them to action.

Strong social conscience. Often active in social movements, ENFPs stand up for what they believe in without apology. Some people talk the compassion game but don’t follow through with meaningful action, but ENFPs believe it is vitally important to back up caring words with good deeds. Despite their friendly nature, an ENFP will go supernova with righteous anger when they are exposed to suffering and injustice. They can get quite loud and assertive, if that’s what it takes to get their opinions heard.

Hypersensitivity. ENFPs sometimes let their imaginations run wild and often perceive bad intentions that don’t really exist. Being hyper-alert and aware helps ENFPs improve their social comprehension, but reading between the lines only works when something is actually hidden there. If it isn’t, misunderstandings can occur and hurt feelings can damage good relationships.

Lack of focus and follow through. ENFPs are endlessly creative, capable of filling a thousand days with a thousand bold ideas. But they don’t always follow through on their inspirations, and if others are not brought on board to handle the details, their best ideas may never be put into practice. ENFPs rely on their initial excitement and passion too much and don’t always show the discipline necessary to translate their ideas into real-world production. They have a tendency to start new projects before the last ones are finished, and failing to see things through is where ENFPs sometimes come up short.

Overthink things. ENFPs have a tendency to perceive slights, resentments or hostility where none actually exist, and their habit of overanalyzing other people’s behavior can lead to unnecessary anger and conflict. If ENFPs aren’t receiving as many compliments as they expect from their significant others, their insecurities can be activated and they may start to feel unappreciated and unloved.

Overemotional and approval-seeking. While emotional expression is a core part of the ENFP's identity, they can come on too strong. The bubbly, energetic style of ENFPs doesn’t mesh well with every partner and introverts, in particular, can sometimes feel steamrolled in their presence. ENFPs are also approval-seekers, and in their desire to receive praise and acknowledgment they may try a little too hard to make a good impression, talking too much and listening too little in the process.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Archetype:

55% Rebel - The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system...if that means getting their point across.

25% Advocate - The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

20% Caregiver - Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

Temperament: Sanguine

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ryuutchi · 4 years

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Dearest Yulegoat [Mirrored Yuletide Letter]

[General]

To start with, if you're writing fic for me, I love you. I'm going to be happy just to be able to share my fandom love with someone. You'll notice I throw a lot of ideas out-- feel free to take one, take many, take none. I know how hard it can be to settle on an idea once the assignments come in. So I'm offering a bunch of options that I will enjoy. None of these suggestions are hard and fast requirements. They're here to give you an idea of what's going on in my head and what my preferences look like. My current blog is ryuutchi, over on Tumblr. I can't promise it will be helpful, but in the interest of helping with the stalking process, feel free to check me out over there. I like: Plot, adventures, banter and dry humor, happy endings, over the top AUs (steampunk, noir, organized crime, rum-runners, harems...), casual physical intimacy, emotional interdependency, bad decisions and poor coping mechanisms, hurt/comfort and whump-with-comfort, loyalty and morality confusion, worldbuilding, identity porn, questionable healthy attachments, seeking out physical affection, accidentally caught feelings, power-play, porn, gen, slash, femslash, het, any rating you feel comfortable with (for violence and/or sex), bittersweet things that are heavy on the sweet, Happily Ever After/Happily For Now endings I don't like: Deathfic, gratuitous angst, character-bashing, introspective character pieces, five times fics, mommy/daddy kink, A/B/O universes, contemporary social issues as the main focus/issuefic, sad or hopeless endings. (Also the standard DNWs: scat, watersports, necro, mpreg, homophobia, transphobia, etc) No Game No Life - Kamiya Yuu: Sora, Shiro The Series: They are both NEETs and Hikikomoris… but on the internet, the genius gamer siblings Sora and Shiro are known as the undefeatable “__” (blank). Sora and Shiro’s talents and skills are so abnormally good they are considered as urban legend. One day, they are challenged by the god of games to chess and are victorious. As a result, the god summons them to Disboard, a reality which revolves around games. Intent on maintaining their reputation as the undefeated gamers, Sora and Shiro plan to conquer the sixteen ruling species and to usurp the god of games... NGNL is a series of light novels, of which 6 have been translated (PDFs can be found here, or bought legally at any online bookstore). The No Game No Life anime can be found on Crunchyroll here. Request: The fact that Shiro and Sora literally cannot be separated from each other is one of the dynamics that I like about the series. I really enjoy codependent siblings as a Thing. So I would be happy if you played with that dynamic. Plotty gen for this series would be great-- it's always fun when one of them is much better than the other or they have to separate and execute plans while relying solely on the intuition of what their sibling will do. Alternately, someone kidnapping Sora and Shiro having to play a game to get him back while they both battle their inability to get anything done alone... I'd love background on them, where they tried to separate or were forced to separate and failed to function, or where one or the other tried to interact with other people (maybe a gamer who tracked them down) but were either terrible at it, the other one quietly sabotaged the budding relationship, or the third person got way too freaked out by the way Sora and Shiro act around each other. Future fic would also be great-- King/Queen Blank or even the Gods Blank, after they've beaten Tet. What does that look like? What kind of world are they making for themselves and each other? I ship them, but do not expect other people to, so if you want to write shippy fic (with aged up Shiro!!!) for them, I will be surprised but happy. I will happily admit to wanting kinky sex games. Extra Details: For reference, I've read through volume 8 of the light novel, watched the anime and the movie. I am not precious about spoilers for this series, so feel free to use later information. I know this series isn't everyone's cup of tea, with the sheer amount of fanservice and Sora's utterly otaku personality and the pseudo-incest thing with the 12 year old. Personally, as is probably obvious from the request, I'm less interested in the fanservicey characters, and much more about the dynamics of Shiro and Sora's relationship. I love the way they know exactly what the other is capable of and trust each other completely and whole-heartedly. Whether you write something small and domestic or big and plotty, for me the core of NGNL is that they love, care and respect each other in a way that is beautiful but also extremely unhealthy. If you want to go the shippy route, again, Shiro needs to be aged up appropriately-- it's always been interesting to me that Sora understands that it is inappropriate to sexualize his underage adopted sister, while Shiro goes out of her way to help sexualize other women for Sora's entertainment. There's a part of me that wonders if she's planning ahead for when she is old enough to be an "appropriate" (in age, if nothing else) sexual partner and is trying to get Sora to lose his virginity ahead of time. selector infected WIXOSS: Aoi Akira, Igarashi Rumi | UlithThe Series: WIXOSS is a popular trading card game in which players battle against each other with fighters known as LRIGs, using cards to support them. Certain LRIGs are able to communicate with their owners, and the girls chosen to wield them are known as "Selectors". Selectors are given the chance to have any wish granted by winning battles against other Selectors, but should they lose three times, their wish will be reversed into a curse instead. The main series, selector infected WIXOSS, follows a girl named Ruko Kominato, who becomes a Selector after receiving an LRIG that she names Tama. As she and various other Selectors battle it out for the sake of their wish, Ruko finds herself drawn into the dark, sinister world of WIXOSS, discovering that, win or lose, there is always a price to pay. The anime can be found on Funimation here Request: So, you know how in my "general likes" I said I don't like "gratuitous angst"? In this fandom, there is no such thing as "gratuitous". Darkfic is absolutely welcome here. The thing I am most interested in here is the manipulative, awful relationship that Akira has with Ulith-as-Iona. Like, I love them all, and for some reason in this fandom, that comes out to "please break them". Exploring their adult lives and how their relationships and the Wixoss game affected them in the future would be amazing. What else happened to them? What are their careers like? What are their home lives like? Are they... living together? Does some sort of magic continue to be a theme in their lives? Feel free to write in-universe plot or no-powers universe, or some horrible Madoka or Yurikuma Arashi or other magical girl thing, where they can all be horribly manipulative lesbians together because that's magical and wonderful. OTOH, if you want to write codependent-but-vaguely-functional adult Akira and Iona/Ulith being horrible assholes and having adventures of some sort (magic, detectives, idk) that is ALSO A+. I mean, I like happy endings, and if you can come up with something heartwarming (or "heartwarming") I'm not going to complain. Extra Details: Evil lesbians are Problematic, I know. But Akira was one of my favorite characters from the word go and (if you're paying attention to my fandoms as a whole) I really really like codependent or unhealthy relationships. I love her love/hate relationship with Iona and with Ulith, and the way those two characters sort of get mixed up for Akira specifically. If you want to play with Iona and Ulith's personalities and interactions as well, that would also be pretty fun. I'm also down for other types of AUs, like they have to get their shit together and track down someone who is killing Selectors, or they become selectors as adults and not girls. I know they're young, but given that this is a super-fucking dark canon, I am totally cool with dubiously consensual sex either on or off-screen. FANDOM: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers | Ronin Warriors (Shuu Rei Fuan | Kento Rei Fang, Mouri Shin | Cye Mouri) The Series: Ronin Warriors, known in Japan as Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (lit. "Legendary Armor Samurai Troopers"), is a Japanese anime series and manga adaptation created by Hajime Yatate. It's the story of five teenage boys, given mystical armor to protect the world from the evil Arago. 1000 years ago, Arago nearly succeeded in taking over the human world when Kaosu managed to defeat him. Although Arago's soul is banished to the demon world, his armor is left intact. Kaosu divided the armor into nine separate armor suits. Each armor will choose its bearer, and together they will fight Arago. At least that was the original intent... Although Arago manages to corrupt four sets of the armor, the last five remain safe. It's a bit like Power Rangers, only grounded in more serious traditional Japanese cultural trappings. Being created in the 80s, the art style is a little wonky, but it's an enjoyable thriller and is somewhat more focused and serious than a lot of sentai shows. The anime can be found on Crunchyroll here Request: I love Shuu/Shin with Shin being snarktastic and Shuu being smug and solid and dependable. I used to frequent the Minkland archive back when this fandom still kinda existed, and was forever disappointed that the skinny pretty boys got tons and tons of fic and Shuu was just sort of there in the background. (If you used to read Mink and Jink's fic, I will be so happy I could cry if I got that sort of cracked-out porny fic with Shuu, okay. Due to that formative influence, if you want to GO FOR THE AU, GO FOR IT WITH GUSTO. I've always wanted nanshoku/samurai AU. Or, you know, hooker fic, or dark!troopers fic, or harem fic or something like that. I also like found-family fic, gen-ish mysteries and adventures-- more fighting Massive Cosmic Evil, and curtainfic. Futurefic is also awesome, where they get on with their lives, maybe together or maybe trying to keep their friendships intact when there's no massive Cosmic Evil to keep them close. Extra Details: If you used to read Mink and Jink's fic, I will be so happy I could cry if I got that sort of cracked-out porny, possibly AU fic with Shuu, okay Fics I especially enjoyed from that archive: The Grand One The Clit Club Chronicles The Harem Vinyl Wagashi Cherry Zima Threesome Theater of Magic Due to that formative influence, if you want to GO FOR THE AU, GO FOR IT WITH GUSTO. I've always wanted nanshoku/samurai AU (see this image). Or, you know, hooker fic, or dark!troopers fic, or harem fic or something like that. My usual ships are Shin/Shuu, Shin/Ryo, Touma/Seiji and Ryo/Nasuti. But I multiship and am willing to run with anything-- I'm a Sex With All Teammates sort of person, so fivesomes and alternate pairings are not a problem for me. Dragon Prince Trilogy - Melanie Rawn: Ianthe of Princemarch, Sioned of River Run The Series: To blatantly steal someone else's review on Amazon: "Melanie Rawn created a world and a people that gives everything you could possibly want in a fantasy world. It gives love, hate, peace, war, magic, royalty, commoners, children to take over the next generation and best of all; dragons." I want to say "if this wasn't the matched fandom you should go out and read them right the fuck now', because I have read these books So Many Times. They're high fantasy novels about politics and the prince of a desert and magical people who communicate via sunlight and can conjure fire. AND DRAGONS. Also a lot of interpersonal and romantic maneuverings. It's a high fantasy politics and romance romp of somewhere ~550 pages. If that sounds interesting to you, pretty much every used bookstore I have ever been to has at least one copy of these books. I think they spawn on bookshelves or something. The books are also available in ebook form here (Kindle) and here (Nook) for 3 bucks. Please read them. (TW for rape in the first book) The Request: I love everything this series chooses to be. It's fun and cheesy and fantasy, which the best thing in the world. I've always thought that Ianthe had a serious hate-crush on Sioned and part of the reason she was so vicious and fucked up was that whole "you must marry a guy and expand the empire or your useless" thing when maybe she didn't want to do that. Ianthe's always been one of my favorite characters because she's brilliant and ruthless and clearly takes joy in clever plans that go well. Of course, being the villain in a cheesy fantasy, she got no depth whatsoever, aside from that whole sexually liberated, taking male consorts thing (which is AWESOME, okay.) Sioned is also awesome and brilliant and kick ass. Her hesitance in the first book while she decided what she really wanted to do was pretty great, as was the fact that she promptly made friends with Tobin and pretty much every character not designated "villain". It seems like up through Ianthe's death, they're playing a game of brinkmanship. (Which isn't to say I don't like Sioned and Rohan together. They're bookTP and totally awesome.) As for prompts, I normally prefer plotty fic to introspection. I feel like the whole sunrunner thing lends itself well to espionage, so political thriller, or murder mysteries or something would be great. If you want to do plot-what-plot involving these two-- either sex or just the sort of dancing around/pigtail pulling that would be great. Threesomes with Rohan-- also acceptable! Hell, if you want to do an AU where they end up together instead of Sioned marrying Rohan-- or alternately, an AU end to the trilogy, where Ianthe never died in the fire and ends up taking over as High Princess and making the Desert monarchs' lives hell and discovering her powers. Or something where she knew about her powers all along. Or Sioned, I don't know, realizing she kind of did think Ianthe was attractive. I also really enjoy Pandsala, but I didn't find her dynamic with Sioned and Rohan quite as engaging, even though she also did some bad-ass stuff in the long run. Her weird push and pull backstabby, politicized sisterly thing was interesting, though. Extra Details: Okay, like I said, I think this series is the cheesiest fantasy series in the WORLD and in a lot of ways it's one of my first nostalgia fandoms. If you haven't read them, they are kind of ridiculously long (Like, GRR Martin-long), but they're quick reads despite that and rather less depressing than a lot of high fantasy. It's silly in the way that "adult fantasy" that takes itself way too seriously can be. A lot of the main protagonists actively enjoy each others' company and that's as much integral to the book as the politics and dragon-slaying. That said, I kinda asked for a semi-serious plotty story. But if you want to run with the "it's cheesy fantasy" and want to write about Ianthe rescuing princesses or Sioned running away to be a knight and abducting Ianthe away from her toxic father, or something silly, I say get down with your nerd self and run with it. I've only read parts of the second trilogy, and the second generation aren't really very interesting to me. If you want to write future-fic, I would prefer that it continues to focus on the original generation (no matter how much I love Andry, Pol just seems like kind of a jerk).

House of M - New X-Men: Academy X: Any The Series: I'm surprised it took me so long to nominate and request this fandom. I love New X-Men and was GUTTED when Decimation forced them into killing off so many of the characters. If you've never read it, New X-Men: Academy X was an X-Man title in the mid-00's, focusing on entirely new students at Xavier's Academy, being taught by the more established characters. Some of the New X-Men have managed to escape and become general Marvel characters in their own rights (David Alleyne, for example), but for the most part, they were just teenagers at school who rarely got caught up in larger plots. 616 New X-Men were about teenagers fighting, and coming to grips with the fact that they're being raised and taught to go sacrifice themselves for a Greater Goal. They're all wonderfully, horribly traumatized teenagers with powers. The plots were fleshed out and realistic, and when they weren't they were still interesting or fun. This request isn't technically for that. It's for the House of M megacrossover from 2009. Wanda Maximoff, mutant reality shifter and sometimes-crazy-lady, decided that mutants should run the world. SO THEY DID. And suddenly the lives of our young students become very different. Half of them after still "New Mutants", working towards peace, and the others are "Hellions", SHIELD trainees in a violently anti-homo-sapien state system. I've always felt that House of M as a narrative concept has been dismissed too easily by Marvel fans, because there are so many pieces of worldbuilding left unbuilt. I'm most interested in seeing it from the eyes of younger participants who are being trained or have been trained for their places. What does that world look like? New X-Men: Academy X can be found online here: https://viewcomics.me/comic/new-x-men-2004. The House of M crossover runs for issues 16-19. The Request: There's a lot here to play with because the authors never really got to play in either the Academy X OR the House of M sandboxes long enough to do all of their ideas justice. So I'm going to lay out some of the stuff I liked most about NXM in general and HoM in particular. The nom is for HoM, but I think HoM is most interesting in conversation with the standard 616 universe, alongside having the fun YA action stuff and the complicated interpersonal relationships. For example: in 616 Josh joined the Reavers and pretended not to be a mutant until he was confronted with Laurie nearly dying. I can imagine a bunch of different scenarios for House of M that would lead to where we see Josh and Laurie in the HoM comics (Laurie undercover with the New Mutants, and Josh working as an interrogator alongside Kevin). Laurie's introversion in 616 juxtaposed against her brazen treachery and clear control over her skills in HoM. HoM shows Kevin in a full decontamination suit, but we know in 616 that his ability is blocked by wearing synthetic fibers (I imagined this to be a interrogator scare tactic, but it could be any number of other things). Kevin and Josh's relationship in 616 is fraught, especially with Josh's previous experiences with anti-mutant activists and the fact that Kevin killed his father when his powers manifested. But they seemed to work together well in HoM. And speaking of Kevin-- how did his powers manifesting actually pan out in a universe where mutants aren't seen as a threat? I have to wonder whether there's some concept of "acceptable casualties" because some peoples' powers clearly manifest first in dangerous situations. Alternatively: Fluffy Josh/Kevin with a backdrop of torture, murder and state violence. I ship mostly Josh/Kevin because rivals-to-lovers and boy-who-kills-anything-he-touches/boy-who-cannot-be-killed is Great For Me. I also love the abuse of powers and manipulation involved in being interrogators/torturers(/murderers?) for the House of Magneto. They work together, they hurt people together, but maybe they also... smooch? THAT SAID! Adding Laurie to that ship is always a great way to fuck up and destabilize them! Especially in HoM, where we know she's already keeping secrets and can and WILL use her pheromones to fuck with people. And David! OH, DAVID. The only real New Mutant in this request. Does he have previous relationships with Josh and/or Kevin? I don't mind David/Noriko, but I also ship David with Kevin and Josh, and also Tommy and Teddy from Young Avengers, if you feel like exploring other parts of the HoM world. I have never considered David/Laurie before, but if you want to give it a whirl, I'm down. As for David-- His responses to state violence (as evidenced by the Hellions and SHIELD) are clearly different from the rest of the requested characters, and it would be interesting to explore David and his experience of this universe. Are his powers still restrained the same way? I know he supposedly dies at the end of the HoM mini-arc, but we never see them die, so feel free to write David managing to crawl off and plan to take down everything and everyone. A specific DNW for this fandom is Josh/Rahne. I don't mind the relationship having existed and impacting the characters, but only as a past relationship.

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SENSORY DETAILS. When it comes to magic and meta powers-- especially ones that aren't battle-oriented-- is what they feel like. What does it MEAN for David to be able to know anything someone else knows? What does the emptiness and fullness of it do to him? Josh's powers are all tactile and his body actively changes after trauma (in 616, first by turning him gold, then by creating black spots on his skin after he kills someone for the first time). Does his power always alter him, but usually in unnoticeable ways? What can he know and feel from a touch? Same for Kevin-- does withering sate a hunger, or make him feel worse? What would it feel like if he touched Josh? And Laurie... I'd love both her thought-process and the sensory details of what she's doing. Can she smell her own pheromones? Do they ever affect her? What does she feel like when she's manipulating people so subtly that they barely notice a passing smell? If you want to bring in other 616 knowledge and see what it looks like in HoM, that's cool. So is bringing in other HoM storylines. There's a throw-away line in Luke Cage's HoM crossover that the Runaways are known as an organized crime group. Cage himself runs a resistence cell (and given the end of the NXM crossover, David seems like he'd be willing to throw in with that lot). Young Avengers, the other New X-Men who weren't given much screentime in the HoM crossover-- I'd love any of that. Young Justice (Comics): Match, Tim Drake

The Series: Comics are confusing! This request is for the late-90s version of Young Justice by Peter David, which consisted of Robin, Impulse, Superboy, Arrowette, Secret, and Wonder Girl, along with others. It's very much a young-heroes-trying-to-make-their-way. Unlike the newer show, this Young Justice tended to be left on their own without much of a guiding hand. It was a very 90s comic, with very 90s fashion and a lot of nod-nod-wink-wink in-jokes. I love it because it's a series that always wore its humor on its sleeve. It's an affectionate look at young superheroes, and allowed them to react to teen problems alongside the more standard superhero tropes. There's the possibility for angst and darkness (and once they graduated to Teen Titans especially, that came up more), but they were allowed to be both hurt and upset AND fun and cheerful. The comics weren't available collected until last year (it took them TWENTY YEARS JFC), and it's well-worth buying from your local retailer, but you can also find them online here. The character I'm requesting first appeared in Superboy's solo series (starting in issue #35), which can be found here and again in the first volume of Young Justice: Sins of Youth. The Request: SO! I have always loved Match in the original YJ and Superboy comics, and the writers gave him really short shrift. We have a clone of Kon, who is as smart, if not smarter, can pretend to be Kon for extended periods of time— but every time he tries, people get hurt or die. I’ve always wondered how Tim felt that he literally couldn’t tell his best friend from an imposter. And then Match went and ran off and disappeared and no one ever seemed to consider what he was doing, after thousands of his/Kon’s siblings/clones were murdered essentially in front of him and the Agenda fell apart. (I’m not entirely surprised that Kon didn’t pay attention to all of those clones of him dying, but think about it from the standpoint of someone for whom those were supposed to be an army of his siblings. What a way to get survivor’s guilt.) Did Match go to Lex? It doesn’t seem like it, but given that as Kon’s clone, he’s technically Lex’s son too, it’s a possibility. Or alternately! He got himself out of the superhero game and did something else! What was it? I’d also love for a story about him wanting to be a super and have that family that Kon and Clark have, but being shut out of that world because he’s a “villain”. Or him getting that family after so long. Or him showing up at the Kents’ place because “fuck it, if Kon can have this, so can I” and it goes… well or poorly, depending on you. Or him finding his own family in a place that is separate from the who superhero thing, and Kon or Tim or Clark stumbling on him. Or Lex trying to use him— whether or not it works is up to you, although I’d love for it to touch on Match’s need to be part of something larger— after all, he was built and trained to be the vanguard for an army that was summarily murdered in front of him. Tim's refusal to even vaguely hint about his real identity during this time is fun too-- we have two boys who are both hiding their identities in different ways. It makes me wonder if Tim COULD have figured Match out, if the Sins of the Youth plotline didn't happen or was delayed somehow, because he seems to have all of the pieces of information. Or maybe Match-as-Kon was the only person Tim revealed part of his real name too, and has to deal with the ramifications of trust. Actually, Tim and the Issues Of Trust is the YA novel that I'd love to see Tim and Match (and Kon and the rest of YJ) star in. Bring back Mr Sarcastic (PLEASE bring back Mr Sarcastic) and Alvin Draper. Bring back the way that Tim hides by burrowing under identities and performances, and collects information on everyone he knows. I love detective stories and, out of all the Bats, Tim has always struck me as one of the best actual detectives, rather than crime-fighters. So Tim getting lost in a mystery will always make me happy. There's also something interesting about a group of young teens fighting for their own autonomy and identity. At this point in Tim's story, I think he was still thinking of the Robin thing as almost an extracurricular, and probably grappling with how hard it is on him physically, as well as mentally. So, I guess struggling for a coherent snse of self and agency are really interesting touchstones in this fandom. ALSO, MY DEEPLY HELD RARE PAIR FROM THE 90s: Tim/Match! See above, re: Match being present for Identity Crisis instead of Kon. I’d love Match to be trying to follow Kon’s footsteps re: Cassie, and being way more into Tim, which leads to Tim being confused and into Kon. Also any of the above prompts can include Tim (maybe Tim tries to help cushion a meeting between Match and Kon or Clark! Or maybe he just ends up Match’s sugar daddy. I’m down.) Although this request is ripe for dubious identity weirdness with Match pretending to be Kon, I'd really prefer that you focus on Match getting to be his own person, even if there's some pretending-to-be-Kon in there. Extra Details: This has been a lowkey love of mine for literally decades. My absolute favorite gift of all time was original pages from one of the Superboy issues where Match appears for the first time. And as I've grown older, my love for this rare, obscure character has deepened. Also, as I've grown older, I've begun to want more adult!Match, or growing up!Match just because the idea of growing up in the margins of superhero culture after everything that happened to him is really interesting. He was straight-up groomed and brainwashed, and then the Agenda was gone, so how did he cope? What is he doing now? What kind of adult does he make? This request is specifically for the mid-90s comic, so feel free to stick to that. But if you read the 2010-era Teen Titans and want to explore some later story choices-- like Match becoming Bizarro-like, Slade making him part of Titans East, or his fear that Jericho would hurt the Titans in his body, or save Match from Superboy-Prime, I'm not going to complain. (Personal headcanon time: I think Slade was trying to mind control Match with the same stuff he used on Rose, and it caused the Bizarro-like symptoms). I also love Elseworlds and mirror!verse stuff too. As I've said elsewhere in the letter, I really prefer Happily Ever After/Happily For Now stuff, and I prefer my bittersweet fics heavy on the sweetness. Please give Match the love and affection he's always deserved. But also, please feel free to make both Match and Tim HURT first.

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