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lianeiva · 2 years

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Out Front (III)

Jack Harlow x female!Reader

Warnings: just a steamy makeout session

Part I . Part II

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“Not gonna lie, I’m freaking out.”

“Ma, chill the fuck out, you’ll be fine. You’ll be with me.” Jack answered on the other side of the phone, his voice echoing in (y/n)’s room through the speaker.

“Exactly.”

“Ouch?”

“Sorry.” she sighed, “You know what I mean.”

Ever since Jack had invited (y/n) to be his date to the Grammys’ after party, her mind hadn’t touched any other matter. She was both excited and terrified, not knowing exactly what to expect from Jack’s world, that somehow seemed like a completely different one from hers. So, it was easy to be freaked out with the amount of pressure she was putting on herself, constantly wondering how she would fit in, who she would meet, what they would think of her and if her presense next to the Jack Harlow would be too questionable. And, of course, what to wear to at least make a good first impression, and that’s where Jack came in with Neelam’s help, who was eager and super curious to meet his new friend.

“I know, but I promise there’s nothing to worry about.” he assured, “Neelam is on her way to your place by the way.”

“Oh, nice. Thank you so much again for the dress, you really didn’t have to.”

“Don’t mention it. You should thank Neelam though, she took care of eveything.”

“Still, you offered it. So, thank you. Again.”

Jack laughed, lowkey amused with her mild panic, and there was no denying the joy he felt doing those little things for her.

“I gotta finish getting ready myself. I’ll call you when I’m on my way to pick you and Neelam up.”

“Ok.”

“And (y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Relax, you’ll do amazing. Promise I won’t let go of you.”

(y/n) smiled and it was almost as if his words had an instant effect on her nervous system.

“You better. Alright, see ya.”

Not long after, her doorbell rang and a very smiley Neelam walked through (y/n)‘s apartment door with a garment bag over her shoulder. The two women greeted each other enthusiastically and Neelam couldn’t stop gushing about how Jack would never shut up about her, which made (y/n) make a mental note to tease the boy about it later.

“So, Jack said you preferred simpler stuff, so this is what I got you.” Neelam unzipped the bag, revealing a glittery black fabric underneath, “I hope you like it. I think it suits you.” she took the dress off the bag by the hanger and showed it to (y/n).

“I love it.” (y/n) said while observing the dress. Her tone was calm but the stunned look on her face was enough for Neelam to know she had nailed her choice.

“Let’s get you ready then. I’ll never hear the end of it if you get there late.”

The club hosting the Grammys’ after party was filling up quickly, some people already on the dance floor getting the party started. Jack, on the other hand, was impatiently waiting for his date outside.

“Bro, chill, they still have ten minutes to get here.” Urban tried to calm his friend.

“I know, but I don’t want (y/n) to get lost in case they get here earlier.”

Urban chuckled, amused with Jack’s concern for the girl, whose name has been the topic of most of their conversations lately and he couldn’t get enough of teasing him about their friendship.

“She’s with Neelam, chill out.”

Not even a minute later, a car pulled up in front of them and the driver got out to open the door for the two awaited women. Jack sighed in both relief and anticipation for seeing (y/n), to say he couldn’t wait to see her in whatever dress Neelam picked was an understatement.

Neelam got out first and quickly spotted Jack, motioning him to approach the car with a cheeky smile. She knew exactly what she had done and couldn’t wait to see Jack’s reaction to her work of art, also named (y/n).

The girl finally stepped out of the car, her hands gripping the end of her dress afraid she would flash someone and embarrass herself before she could even get into the party, and her eyes immediately went to look for her date, but it didn’t take long to find him, seeing as he was already very close to the car and already had his hand stretched out to assist her.

Jack’s blue eyes roaming (y/n)’s figure from head to toe didn’t go unnoticed by her, and she would have felt intimidated if it wasn’t for the fact that her own eyes were glued to his body covered by a gorgeous suit that complimented his broad shape. She accepted his hand and left out a giggle when Jack made her do a spin.

“Goddamn, woman.” he couldn’t contain his wide smile, “You look breathtaking.” (y/n) smiled, this time more shyly.

“You can thank Neelam.”

“No, you can thank your momma.” Neelam replied with a shrug, “She made a beautiful girl.”

(y/n) laughed and thanked the woman for the compliment. A gentle tug on her hand diverted her attention back to Jack, whose eyes still haven’t left her face and his lips still worn that adorable smile.

“And you look very handsome, Harlow.”

“What about me?” Urban finally made himself known and greeted the women.

“You too Urban, as always.”

“Well, let’s get going then.” Neelam ordered, typing down on her phone, “Jack, you still have to take some pictures.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The four started to walk towards the entrance of the club where some photographers awaited the arrival of the celebrities. (y/n) noticed how Jack didn’t let go of her hand as they approached the wave of camera flashes and her heartbeat accelerated with nerves. She hadn’t experienced much of this side of Jack’s life, so the commotion to which she was about to walk in was yet to sink into her. She tugged on his hand in a call for his attention, wondering what would be the best way to tell her friend that she didn’t want to be photographed with him. Or make sure Jack really wanted to be photographed with her.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, his tone going from goofy to concerned really quick and (y/n) felt a bit bad for bugging him with her nonsense on such a special night.

“Do I really have to be in the pictures with you?”

Jack stopped his walk to stand in front of her.

“Well, you’re my date so, yeah, that would be the deal. Why? You don’t want to?”

“Would you be mad if I said I don’t?”

Jack chuckled and pulled her for a hug.

“I wouldn’t.” he kissed the top of her head, “But what, would it be that bad to be seen with me? Afraid people will think you’re dating my ass?”

“The other way around, actually.”

“Ma.” he pulled away a few inches to look at (y/n), his hands holding her jaw to keep her eyes on his, “I’m not gonna force you out there if you don’t want to, I know how stressful it can be, but never for a second think I wouldn’t want you to be seen with me. I mean,” he stepped away a few inches, doing another check up on her body with his eyes, “ have you seen yourself?” (y/n) rolled her eyes, only to pretend her cheeks weren’t warming up, “What if I get Urban to join us?”

“Like a bestie’s photo?” (y/n) laughed.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that.” Jack laughed too and pulled her closer again, “But I still want a picture just the two of us. We can take care of that later though.” he winked and led her to where the photographers were already shouting his name.

(y/n) promised herself she wouldn’t let herself drink to the point of not standing straight on her heels, she wanted to savor every moment of that night. A Grammys after party, a fact she was still processing, with so many people she admired casually talking to her. Courtesy of Jack, who made sure (y/n) didn’t feel left out or out of place, and he lowkey loved showing all the men there that the “mystery girl in the sparkly dress” was his friend, she was with him. They didn’t have a chance.

In between meeting new people, chatting and an occasional drink, (y/n) was proud of herself for not only still standing on her feet, but for keeping up with the A-list people she had met and not embarrass herself like she feared before. She was also thankful that Jack hadn’t left her side and there was no denying the butterflies in her stomach every time he would rest his hand on her waist or situate himself close behind her when some, what she assumed unwanted presence got too close to her for Jack’s liking. She liked his protectiveness and slight possessiveness, and she definitely liked having him glued to her. And that’s how they could be found on the dance floor.

The vibe of the party had switched to a slower rhythm and the atmosphere had grown hotter. At least that’s how (y/n) and Jack felt. Urban and other people that were with them had decided to call it a night and abandoned the dance floor to go chill in the lounge area of the club, leaving the two friends alone. Or at least that’s how it felt to them, like no one else was around.

A slow and sensual song by Kehlani started playing and (y/n) let out a cheerful groan that made Jack chuckle. She started singing the lyrics like it was a seductive chanting, her body moving along to it. At first, it was just her getting lost in the song, the purple-ish lights of the place helping in that matter, but then she locked eyes with Jack, and it was as if the way he was looking at her invited her to dedicate the words to him. Jack smiled at the sight in front of him and, just like earlier, he extended his hand for (y/n) to take, once again assisting her into stepping into another unforgettable experience.

(y/n) took the two steps necessary to be chest to chest with Jack and allowed him to guide her however he pleased. He made her arms circle his neck, while his gently and sensually pulled her right against his torso by her waist. The short space left between them was enough for them to rest their foreheads against one another. (y/n) was fighting back a smile, while Jack made the lust in his eyes evident. But he would take his time, there was no way he would rush whatever was happening with the girl, no matter how bad he wanted her.

(y/n) rested her chin on his shoulder and took no shame in tangling her fingers in Jack’s curls, a gesture that unexpectedly spiked the boy’s lust even more. The grip on her waist tightened along with her arms around his neck, and it took everything in Jack to not squeeze the shit out of her when she started singing the lyrics right into his ear. Oh she knows what she’s doing.

Right when he attempted to let his hands roam down to the curve where the end of her back met her ass, (y/n) turned around in his embrace, sending Jack into a dream-like state. Because there was no other way to describe the feeling that was having her completely pressed up against him, and for a second he thought about saving himself from the humiliation that would be to have his hard on poking his best friend. It was, however, a difficult task when (y/n) was grinding against him. She definitely knows what she’s doing.

Jack’s hands took freedom in roaming all over her hips, loving the feeling of her curves sliding under his needy touch. Then to her waist, where he took his time, matching his caresses with the slow part of the song. (y/n)’s head fell back on his shoulder, and at the same time Jack moved his hands to her stomach, where he pulled her even closer to his front, his head fell forward to hide in her neck, and almost as in an involuntary instinct, (y/n)’s skin was met with the softest pair of lips she had ever felt. Jack’s mouth was hot and the trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses he was leaving from her neck to the back of her ear was driving her crazy. He nibbled on her earlobe a few times before tracing his way back to her shoulder.

(y/n)’s hands rested on top of Jack’s for lack of better places to put them, because she forgot she was still at the club for a second, with people around them. She turned back around, hoping Jack had the same back to reality epiphany, but all she saw was lust. Need. And she didn’t blame him, because oh if we weren’t in public.

Jack smiled at (y/n) as she put her arms back around his neck. The tension between them was too heavy and too palpable now that he could see the lust in her eyes too. His hands roamed down her back once again, teasingly resting over the top of her ass cheeks and it was (y/n)s turn to introduce her lips to his skin, taking her time in her trails along his neck.

At that point, Jack’s breathing was growing as intense as the tension and he no longer cared that they were in public. People were too drunk and too immersed in their business to care anyway.

He started to mimic her gestures, only to take a different path with his kisses and travel up to her jaw, chin and the corner of her mouth. They spent a few seconds like that, embraced and glued to each other, both having a hard time breathing calmly, eager to see who would cave first and make the move. A slight move of the head was all it would take. So Jack did it.

He covered his mouth with hers and, to his surprise but certainly a very pleasant one, she parted her lips almost immediately to mold with his and it didn’t take long for him to part her lips even more with his tongue. Both tightened their grips around each other when their tongues met and Jack couldn’t remember the last time he had to control himself so much to not full on grab the girl’s ass. He wanted to feel her as much as possible, but he had to content himself with the tight dress hugging her body perfectly for him to imagine what really was underneath it. But Jack didn’t know how much longer he could go on without letting his hands roam under the dress, and with the way (y/n) was tugging at his hair and holding his jaw, he knew she was as desperate for more.

With one last roll of his tongue before he could go breathless, he separated their mouths, gave them some time to gain composure and come to their senses, and asked the golden question.

“Can I take you home?”

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Part 4 soon

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prototypelq · 8 months

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We are back with character dynamics my beloved. Last time I asked about dynamics that are going to form but haven't been yet, this time it's character dynamics that have already existed.

(Keep in mind that if you don't want to or don't think you can you do not need to cover all of these dynamics)

(Also, I do not mean any of these dynamics as a group just for clarification)

What sort of dynamic do you interpret Dante to have with Lady, Trish, Patty and Morrison?

How do you interpret Lady's dynamic with Trish, Patty, Nico, and Morrison?

How do you interpret Trish's dynamic with Patty and Morrison?

How do you interpret Patty and Morrison's dynamic?

How do you interpret Nero's dynamic with Kyrie and Nico?

How do you interpret Kyrie and Nico's dynamic with each other?

What of these dynamics is your favorite?

Hi, dear DMC Questions Anon!)))) Thanks for another fun ask, here goes!

Dante - Lady

I have been vocal about my distaste for Lady's character not evolving past her first appearance as a fetishized schoolgirl with a rocket launcher. This is purely Capcom's fault, and I am upset about it. For me, it is hard to go off Too Wildly away from canon, and in canon there is very little for Lady, and practically nothing for me to grab onto or like about her. Mostly I feel sorry she's been dealt such a hand.

I can't imagine her and Dante having relationship closer than 'colleagues forced to work together in a very small field'. Canonically Lady only appears to harass Dante about money, and I wish I could say more about her, but sadly I can't. At best they are colleagues or Maybe drinking buddies.

Dante - Trish

Her situation is similar to Lady's, at least Trish is not forced into the 'teen angst' In Her Forties. Trish rarely hangs around Dante, but when she does, her presense isn't overwhelmingly negative as Lady's. It seems like Trish tries, in her own way, to check up on Dante, and that's very good, he could certainly use more of that (even if he would disagree). The times she tags along she is helpful and provides any demonic background she can, which is very useful. Trish is just as fetishized, and it's twice as horrible considering that she was made to look like Eva. Also I really need canon to give her ANY Valid Reason for why she didn't change her appearence, when she clearly had the ability to do so in dmc4. Literally Any Valid Reason. Like, if I had been artificially made so my look would specifically traumatise a selected person I would want to change it immedeately both to stop hurting a friend and to establish my own newfound identity better, please give her any actually canonic reason why Trish hadn't

Dante - Patty

I think this one wouldn't be a surprise to anyone) Patty is the best DMC girl, because her presense has been nothing but positive for Dante. He was at his lowest at the moment of their meeting, and while Patty can be annoying, she was always thankful to Dante for protecting her the way he did. How couldn't he, their childhood backgrounds are way too similar, I believe protecting her was, in a way, healing for him. She also did her best to get him to go out, continuously tried to improve his living conditions with her cleaning, and just tried to spend time with him. Because he was at his lowest, Dante did snap at her a couple of times and was annoyed by her antics, still he end of the anime he hugs her back. That's literally the only hug for Dante in DMC I know of he needs so much more of them as well as more positive touch. At the very least, they are people who have been brought together by not the best consequences, but whose presense in each other`s company was positive, and seeing as this is the foundation of their relationship, I think it continued to be good for them off-screen too. It's unknown how common were their meetings, but I can easily imagine Patty trying to visit Dante on occasion, or to sneak in to clean the office if Dante went out on a job. I believe Dante some years after, recognised how much Patty helped him to get through those times and appreciates that in her.

Also @whitebeakedraven has helpfully pointed out that DMC2 canonically happens after the anime so... after Patty left, however brief her comfort was, Dante's state deteriorated vastly after her leave. So much so he willingly threw himself into Hell... so their connection was built on a Very rocky start, but that's also what made it special I think.

My Fanon and very self-indulging opinion of them can be summarised as forcefully-adopted-father-figure. The way Dante kept Patty's eyes closed when fighting demons was extremely adorable and very sweet of him, and reassuring her about lack of parents was... uncharacteristically honest for him. Another headcanon of mine is that both of them recognise this bond they share, but actively avoid of naming, Dante especially. I believe he would be afraid of the family curse/hunt going after her as well, and afraid of willingly taking on such responsibility more like he wouldn't recognise his self-worth as enough to willingly become a father figure for anyone, and his mental health struggles do not help the situation), so everything unsaid would be aggravating and damaging for both of them in the years between the anime and post-Hell return. In my opinion, this could end with Vergil's help, after he patches up his relationship with Nero, and would notice his brothers' struggle, as he can read Dante like no one else.

Aside from the Sparda Family Drama, Dante and Patty is my fav relationship in this fandom)

Also any Older!Patty x Dante shipper can kindly get Real Impacted)

Dante - Morrison

Very good working relationship. Morrison strikes me as a human that is very much aware of the dangers this line of field hold for regular humans, so he himself stays the hell away from it, and mostly workes in connections or helps with logistics (...like the helicopter from the beginning of the dmc5). Morrison does quite the number of times his goodwill towards Dante, also I am fairly certain he sent Patty Dante's way For A Reason. Morrison is smart, but I don't think even he realised exactly how close this call was to Dante's own past.

Dante very much recognises that Morrison does these things for him and I am sure he is very grateful for them, but it probably comes off only in cash numbers. Can't imagine Dante acknowledging his gratitude out loud.

Also Morrison probably won't start poking into Dante's issues even with a 20 meter long pole (however I do believe Patty was thrust under Dante's wing for a reason). Morrison is Very Much aware he is working close with an actual Hazard that is Dante, in all the possible terms of the word. Yes Morrison is friendly towards him and does favors for Dante, but he is also aware that if this man finally looses it shit will go down and fast. The closest comparrison I can think of is work in an experimental lab with dangerous chemichals all around - Morrison knows that safety comes first and foremost, doubly so for normal humans. So yeah, part of his interest in Dante is keeping lose tabs on him.

Lady - Trish

uhhh it's hard for me to write about any of them individually, even more so about them together.... I say colleagues. They might bond, maybe even work together a couple of times but can't say anything else. These two are very 'lone wolf' kind of women, at least from what I've seen.

Lady - Patty

Wine aunt. That's it that's their relationship. I think Lady adores Patty and is one of the victims wrapped around her little finger. Lady would love taking Patty on motorcycle rides, or teaching her shooting for self-defense. I can easily imagine them just chilling on a weekend together.

Lady - Nico

I can easily see Lady and Nico getting along, especially with Nico's mad scientist experiments and Lady's love for weapons of mass destruction. They will probably strike some sort of arm deals with each other, as Lady has to have collected some gun contacts over the years and Nico could get her hands on some new material for inspiration. Very good colleagues.

Lady - Morrison

I'd imagine Lady is not as dependent or morrison as Dante is, and she would like to act like broker too, but she and Morrison work together fine. I think he is one of the only people who doesn't let her shark off the money that easily. Good colleagues.

Trish - Patty

Vine Aunt #2. Trish and Patty could hang out for shopping together, as I think they both like their fashion.

Trish - Morrison

Good colleagues. I think Trish is the least Morrison-dependant of them all. She will take contracts from him, but she can also work for Lady or even on her own a lot of the time, as she can find the demons more easily. I believe she likes her investigation work more than the extermination, so she actually does more preventative measures then crisis management like the others (or crisis multiplier like Dante).

Patty - Morrison

An adopted distant relative. I can see Patty keeping in contact with Morrison over they years, but he mostly does it for his own sake (also probably because he took notice that she is important to Dante but not as capable as others close to him, so he keeps tabs on her for Dante's sake). I don't think they meet outside random encounters in the agency, or Patty getting a ride from him. He is genuinly fond of her though.

Nero - Kyrie

The Ship is here!!!! They are adorable) This entire series has one (two if we count Sprda&Eva) healthy relationships and this is only good on-screen example.

Partially this is hard to write about because Kyrie is a woman, and DMC is not very kind to ladies! Not at all! I'd like to say it here and now - 'Saint' vision of Kyrie is just Nero's head-over-heels POV in 4. My read on Kyrie is shaped by This Emptiness Is So Real fic by Night_Companion. She grew up in a religious-military organisation with a high-ranking brother, to be raised in such a household requires iron will, and I believe Kyrie uses it to make life easier for veterans of any conflict (Nero included). Violence stains a person, and Kyrie has the empathy and knowledge required to try to help them (this is why the twins are actually scared of her). Kyrie makes everything in her power to improve the lives of her close ones, so it's easy to see why she might come off as a saint for them.

I think she might have fallen for Nero for his bravery and willingness to help others, those are both traits they certainly share. They are The soft and sweet couple, but how about we make Kyrie a little weird. What if she actually likes metal just as much as Nero and they go to concerts together. I haven't known any metal enjoyers irl myself, but I have heard lots of stories that metalists are actually really chill and nice people to be around. Plus any rock/metal song can only be improved with the addition of choir or female lead.

I don't think they are engaged yet, but it is the matter of documentation really, I think in every way that matters these two are married, and everyone around them knows that.

For the children they foster, I see them only as 'summer camp counselors'. They take care of the kids, they like it, however everyone knows this is a temporary arrangement, and they just appreciate the company of each other in the moment. Sorry, but I can't imagine 20-somethings living a stable enough life and willingly choosing to adopt children at this age (which are like only ten years younger at best). I can imagine Nero&Kyrie adopting children in the future, but not as of current events.

Nero - Nico

Siblings. Nico is the perfect addition to DMC cast really, she is just all around great, and her bickering with Nero is hilarious. Nero intricately knows about valuing the found family he has, so I think Nico will pretty much move in with him and Kyrie. These two are actual siblings, and maybe progressing this relationship will help Nero better understand the twins.

Kyrie - Nico

Nico is a little hard for me, as I can only imagine her on the hunt with Nero, or working on her passion projects. They have a great relationship for sure, but I can't exactly pin anything concrete down about them, sorry.

BONUS LUCIA

Dante clearly means a lot to her. I believe their adventure together affected her greatly and inspired her to be better. Also I am very certain she still harbors a crush on him (to be perfectly honest she is the only person I can ship Dante with, however the man is Troubled and has Issues he needs to work on first, so even if this ship is possible, it will be so far down the DMC timeline I can't even say anything about them, OR it's an AU situation going on. I think they could be good for each other, but can't really imagine it happening in canon). Her visiting the agency was a very sweet moment and I'm glad the canon featured her like that, though I would love for her to appear more.

Lucia - Lady and Morrison - good colleagues. Lucia seems to be located a bit further away from the other Hunters, so she probably haven't met Lady or Morrison on jobs, but I am sure they know of her and might even work together on expanding their connections.

Lucia - Trish - NOW THIS. This could be HUGE. Both of these badass ladies share the artificial demon background and have clearly went through their own struggles with trying to define their own person. I WISH we had at least some evidence as to how their meeting would go, but at the same time I can imagine these similarities making them want to be as far apart as possible. Since we have nothing in canon on them, I guess they fall under the second option, the potential here is big tho.

Lucia - Patty - Distant Vine Aunt #3. She would truly adore Patty, and the same works in reverse. Can't imagine them interacting too often, but whey they do I think it would be very nice and good for both of them and they'll cherish it till the next meeting.

Can't imagine Lucia interacting with the Fortuna branch as they are too far apart. She might be interested in Nico's services though, probably through Lady's bragging.

#patty propaganda #dmc questions anon should have known what they were invoking when they included patty in the ask and me in the ask list #patty adopted dante as her father figure #patty and nero are cousins #vergil is patty's classy uncle #patty lowell #dmc questions anon #SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ON THIS ONE #I know you stated that the asks can be answered whenever still I feel bad for answering so far down the line #oh well #dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc lady #dmc trish #nero sparda #dmc kyrie #dmc nico #dmc lucia

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year

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"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." please please please please for John x Sabrina?

It felt fitting for the snippet to be a continuation of this one from a while back.

Prompt from this post.

"What am I going to do with you?", John's tone revealed he was more amused than angry at the way Sabrina had dragged him underwater for a kiss when she had gotten fed up with his brother's voice and preaching. As they stepped out of the Henbane and onto the shore, she muttered quietly, "You will figure something out, I'm sure." In a couple of steps they reached Joseph and she smiled sickly sweet as she said aloud for everyone to hear, "I'm sorry. I think I slipped on the rocks, my head feels a bit strange.", and for full effect she stumbled forward a little, making John catch her. How's that for a Cleansing, "Father"? She could feel the Bliss taking over her system for real, but she was set to push through it, refusing to show actual weakness. Joseph's eyes narrowed as he stared at Sabrina through his yellow glasses, smugness written all over his face at overlooking her "Baptism". Mathias stood on the side, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, barely containing his worry. "Welcome to the family, my child.", Joseph finally announced, putting a hand on her shoulder. She stood unflinching, steeling her gaze despite her whole being wanting to step away from the touch. His tone made her feel sick. Only one person has the right to call me his child. And he's dead. And no matter how much he tried, Joseph could never be even half the man Scott Donovan was.

But for now, if it meant Savannah would be safe, she'd play the part. John cleared his throat, probably sensing how bad of an idea it would be if his brother remained too much longer in her presense. "This one was the last Sinner for tonight, brother." Rude, Jonathan. Though she knew it was all an act, keeping his distance to protect her and Savannah, pretending she's not important in any way. Joseph's stare finally moved away from Sabrina as he looked at his brother. "You did well, John.", he paused before saying, "We need to talk." The two walked away, the conversation too hushed for her to make anything out from it. "You're with me, Sinner.", Mathias joined her then, taking hold of her arm and leading her to an Eden's Gate truck. The rest of the "Sinners" had already been escorted back to the Bunker, where Joseph believed she'd go as well. Sabrina climbed in the back as Mathias took a seat behind the wheel, but didn't start the engine, instead both of them watched the Father parting ways with his brother before he entered another vehicle and left the Baptism spot, headed for his precious Compound.

It was then that John opened the door and sat down next to her, pulling her into his embrace swiftly and inhaling her scent as he buried his nose in her hair. "You smell of Bliss.", he whispered. "So do you." "Thanks to you deciding I'm in a need of a Cleansing, too." "My service is free of charge. No cult obligation." Sabrina laughed as a shiver ran through her body thanks to her soaked from the cold waters hair and clothes, the fabric sticking unpleasantly to her skin. John caught the reaction, his gaze darkening, as he muttered, "That white shirt was a bad idea." She shook her head, "Your idea. "All black is not a good color for a Cleansing, Deputy.", you said.", she mimicked his tone before adding, "And I'm wearing a top underneath. Don't be dramatic." "Still a bad idea. Mathias, pass me the jacket. And drive." The man complied, silently watching the two in the rearview mirror before staring the truck as John covered Sabrina with the jacket, despite the fact he was just as soaked. "You're going to freeze, John." She felt bad for having pulled him in at that moment, no matter how funny it was when it had happened. "What's your favorite line? Ah, "I'm fine." And I am, Deputy. Not my first time.", he retorted as he put a hand around her. A giggle escaped her, "I knew it. Someone did try to drown you, didn't they? Mathias said "not again", too." "Nothing of the sort has happened.", he tried to sound dimissive, nonchalant. "Liar.", she said in his ear, "Your hair was wet then. Oh, I was right." As Mathias drove to the ranch, she leaned her head on John's shoulder, still feeling dazed from the Bliss his men had dumped in heaps in the river.

The ride passed in a blur, the silence and vibrations of the truck must have made her drift off, because the next thing she heard was the door opening again before John gathered her in his arms. "Good night, Mathias.", he called out and the truck sped off, leaving them in the driveway of the ranch. "I can walk, you know.", she argued despite the fact she didn't feel very confident she'd be able to, when her eyes barely managed to remain open. "I've got you. Staying true to our tradition and all that.", he whispered, his breath fanning her face before he placed a kiss on her forehead. Sabrina sighed and wrapped an arm around his neck as he carried her over to the front entrance, "You weren't joking about the Bliss. Fuck." "I'm… sorry. It was the only way.", his voice was conflicted. "I know." "Sooner or later, you'll understand why we're doing this.", he whispered, cautious not to wake Savannah up as he climbed the stairs to the second floor, carrying Sabrina to his bedroom. "I doubt it.", she huffed as he left her to stand by the foot of the bed and turned to close the door, "But…I don't want to argue, John." She grabbed the metal frame for support as the room spun around slightly and John was in front of her again, worry clouding his gaze. "You're a lightweight. I- I didn't think it would be that bad." "I'm fine.", she blinked, willing her head to be rid of the vertigo. He groaned, "That word. The bane of my existence. You look like you're about to drop at my feet any second." "Is this your discreet way of calling yourself drop-dead gorgeous or something, Seed?", she quirked an eyebrow. "At least your humor is still intact.", he shook his head as he reached for her shirt. "What are you doing?" "Getting you out of these clothes and into the shower, the sooner you wash it all off, the better." The shirt fell to the floor, then he kneeled down, instructing her to hold onto his shoulders as he took off her boots, her jeans followed suit and she was down to her underwear and top as he rose back up. "If you wanted to undress me, all you had to do was ask… instead of throwing me a drowning.", she joked. "Sabrina.", her muttered in a warning, taking a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry." His eyes met hers, the sincerity visible in the blue depths, "I had to do this." Sabrina erased the distance between them, grabbing his face and kissing him softly, whispering against his lips, "I know. We agreed to it."

"I'm going to shower.", she made a move towards the bathroom but his hand remained on her waist, holding her in place as his gaze ran over her. "I said I'm helping. This is for your own good, okay? Last thing I need is for you to pass out on me." "My head is a bit better, I can handle a shower.", she argued, ignoring the dizziness that still ruled over her body. John's palm found her cheek, his thumb stroking her freckled skin as he said, "Let me take care of you. It will make me feel better." He didn't wait for her response and led her to the bathroom and into the shower, turning on the water while he stood outside of the stall. "Might as well join me, Seed.", she uttered out as pulled him under the stream by his shirt, her lips meeting his before she added, "Someone has to make sure I don't lose my balance."

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queenofbaws · 10 months

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so i kinda randomly decided to reread the CREEPverse fics and my friend do i have a question for you >:] in regards to ashleys supposed 6th sense it has me Pondering, do you think she did Actually have some kind of affinity for the dead Before all the mess up at the lodge but she just never realised it, OR do you think now having been possessed has opened her mind to the spirit realm and now she Cant Stop sensing ghosts presenses and seeing the hat man in the corner of her room at 3am?? btw still love the fic, still one of my faves, as i hope you well know but im not shy abt repeating it tee hee <3 hope ur doing well bud!!

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waaaaaaah, thank you ash!!! omg you're too, too kind - i stg you guys have no idea what the word "REread" does to my heart akljasdklfj you have melted me to the floor, you have

to answer your question, honestly i think..........it's honestly a bit of both!!! (that's super not a cop-out answer, nuh-uh, no way, nosiree)

when it comes to the creepiverse, i am 100% writing it from a brainspace where ashley has had some kind of latent paranormal/paranatural/what-the-fuck-ever-else you want to call it ability that just sort of...wasn't noticed until the gang made their trip to blackwood.

and so does sam!

...and so does josh.

...and...and so...so does...chris...................

i just haven't gotten to all them yet ;)c

HOWEVER!!! i am so incredibly pleased to share a single little nugget morsel of a spoiler with you: the protag/pov of the next FULL-BLOWN creeps fic (not a spin-off, not a one-shot, but a whole-ass multichap in the same vein as the original) is going to be one miss ashley brown, and while we won't get TOOOOOOOO deep into this topic, it AAAAABSOLUTELY comes into play, so. there's that!

#mechromanced #asks #ghost hunting au #my lips are zipped on the subject matter of ashley's fic but...i am very excited #i just......have to fucking finish......mummy men and bathtub soup first wweh

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tarotmundomonde · 1 year

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Hello there !! I hope you're doing well !! May I participate in your tarot event for valentine's day ? I choose the second option "2. First boyfriend", I'm Shaima Aquarius Sun Capricorn Venus and I would love to get this reading because I'm extremely curious as I had never fallen in love or even had a cruah with anybody that I've met. I'm extremely grateful for you and thank you so much if you decide to do my reading !!!💞

Hello Shaima, let's see!

Season, when you'll meet= Spring Season, when you'll start dating= Summer Elements/Signs that came in the reading= water signs, fire signs, earth signs, libra, aquarius Your first boyfriend as a boyfriend seems to be someone with traditional values. They like to celebrate life, so dates are important to them. They want to celebrate the birthdays, Christmas and so on. This person loves attention and compliments. They want to go on dates with you, they want to learn about your preferences and favourites. They like to talk about the mundane things and about the everyday life. This person is a very direct person with a strong sense of pride. They do want to get praised by you. So this person will listen to what you say. For them balance and equality is important in a relationship. And they want you to be direct with them. Your first boyfriend will have a strong presense. They are very self-confident and for them the personality matters. They want you both to feel noticed, to feel important. They want you both to put equal effort into this connection and presense is important. They would rather see you in person than chat online or talk on the phone. For them it's important to be able to be yourself and not pretend. They also enjoy stillness, silence, to just be and look at each other in the eyes. Overall, balance is important to them. They bring you much joy and delight in every way. They are much fun to be around. As a boyfriend they want both material and spiritual balance. They want to do well, because they want to feel victorious and they want your full attention. It's about their pride. And you'll find them very attractive, so you might yourself experience a sense of pride and being proud and victory. They'll make sure that if you talk about them, you have nothing but good to say about them. That's what they are like, you'll feel like and you'll think they are quite special. And one more thing is tension. If something is off, you can tell right away, because their energy is strong. That's what it looks like.

#tarot #tarot reading #daily tarot

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rosepetalmark · 3 years

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↬ mark lee x reader ↬1.1k words ↬ genre: smut (mentions of sex), fluff ↬your first time with your boyfriend doesn’t go exactly as planned

“I don’t know what to do,” he whines, awkwardly staring into your pleading eyes.

“well neither do i!” you shout, sinking yourself further into mark’s bed, hoping you’d somehow slip deeply into his navy blue spider-man sheets and fall into another dimension so you could escape this awkward situation and forget it ever happened.

unfortunately, you know that won’t ever happen, because you’re stuck in real life and not a cheesy disney movie you used to watch religiously as a kid. you’re here, with mark, sitting ever so close to one another yet feeling so far away, simply because you were so invested in one another and ripped away each other’s clothing too fast before you could even think, forgetting the fact that you’re both inexperienced virgins.

the most you’ve ever done was heavily make out.

it’s not as if you don’t want to have sex with him, it’s just that neither of you know what to do- resulting in confusion and embarrassment to take over the rush of lust you just had. and you’re enjoying your relationship with mark with or without sex- you’re just ecstatic to be in his presense. you both just got a little too carried away, forgetting that you’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before with each other, let alone other people.

the thought of sex was entirely new to the both of you, causing a wave of anxiety to waver over your boyfriend whenever the opportunity potentially arose.

“will you break up with me if my dick’s too small for your liking?” he pouts, his forehead crinkling with wrinkles at the fear of you not wanting him anymore based on the size of his genitalia.

“now why would I do that? If your farts haven’t driven me away nothing will.”

“what if I break my dick? will I need a cast? oh my god why do these questions never come up in health class? All they say is use a condom and don’t get anyone pregnant!”

“mark.” you whine, quite confused at how absurd he’s being. he’s a guy for christ’s sake, weren’t they all horny and allegedly aware of how sex happens?

“it happened on grey’s anatomy! remember when lexie and sloan were hooking up in the on-call room and then bam! she broke his dick.” he pouts, worry spreading all over his face. “I don’t want to break my dick, that seems so painful. and embarrassing!”

ah yes, the infamous dick breaking scene. considering neither of you know how riding a dick works or haven’t experienced it, you highly doubt that would happen during your first time with your boyfriend. but you won’t let such an improbable instance stop you from comforting mark, because clearly he’s distressed and in need of reassurance.

“baby it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. I'm not going anywhere and if it causes you so much anxiety maybe we should wait.” you console him, wanting to take all the pressure off him if it were even possible, because when mark gets worked up it takes a long time to calm him down.

smirking, you gently bring your hand to his soft flushed face. “and besides, i promise you’re not going to end up with a broken penis.”

sighing, he raises his eyebrows and gives you a cold stare. “they didn’t expect it to happen on greys and it did. and they’re lucky they worked in a hospital and could fix it quickly because in my case it’ll take more than 5 minutes to get to one.”

rolling your eyes, you switch your position on his bed from laying down beside him, to plopping your body on his thighs, straddling him as he continues to babble about his concerns over a potential broken dick, stroking the hair on his forehead to ease him of his worries. “well, if it does break we can always use a popsicle stick and tape as a makeshift cast before we head to the hospital.”

thank you grey’s anatomy for ingraining something so graphic and uncommon in your boyfriend's brain.

“babyyyy.” he pleads, rolling his eyes as the words leave your mouth. “oh my god do you know how embarrassing that would be if it happens? i’ll never be able to have sex again. oh my god babe we haven’t even had sex and now i think i want to stay a virgin the rest of my life.”

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, tears beginning to stream down your face at the worry mark was expressing. it’s not that you were making fun of his concerns per say- just the fact that the scenarios he was pitching were so far fetched and highly unlikely to occur.

caressing his face, you can’t help but pout at his concerned stare.

“you’re literally the cutest.”

“now is not the time to be calling me cute. i’m panicking.”

“about me breaking your dick?” you chuckle, gazing up at his widened orbs, the worry in his heart causing them to gloss over beautifully.

“yes!”

“well if we’re doing missionary then you just shove your dick in and out of me repeatedly. and besides, wouldn’t it be adorable if out of everyone in the world to possibly break their penises during sex, it’s us?” you joke, trying your best to ease the tension in the room.

“you’re the worst, you know that?” he groans, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he holds your body tightly.

“if i’m the worst i probably would’ve made a tik tok right now explaining this situation which possibly could’ve gone viral, but i’m here giving you hugs and kisses trying to ease your concerns.”

chuckling, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and stares into your delicate eyes. “would you actually tell people about this?”

“mark, my love.” you began to say, running your soft fingers against his sharp jawline, drawing small circles along his face and neck as you admired his delicate presence. “I would never air out any of our fights or concerns to anyone, let alone random strangers on the internet. your concerns are valid and i’m here to help you through them, not to make you feel bad.”

“i love you.” he whispers, kissing your forehead as you begin to melt into his embrace, hugging your body tighter into his. “you always make me feel better. hopefully some time in the future i’ll be mentally ready for all this, but as for right now i’m content with making out with you and playing with your boobs if that’s okay?”

“only you would ask to play with my boobs in a situation like this you weirdo.” you laugh, melting at how cute your boyfriend was being. he may be a man with several far fetched concerns, but he’s your man with far fetched concerns and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#nct #nct 127 #mark lee #mark lee smut #mark lee scenarios #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream #nct fluff #nct blurbs #mark lee timestamps #nct timestamps #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #mark lee imagines #nct 127 smut

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dr4kenlvr · 3 years

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MY BABY’S AN ID♡L !! (2)

pairing: hakkai shiba, kakucho hitto, izana kurokawa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

request: Heyyy i love your account sm, may i request one with the tr boy and their s/o is from a girlgroup and is the main vocalist (yk like they can hit high notes smth) i rlly loved the main rapper one 🙈🙈

a/n: thanks for requesting! and for the freedom in choice of characters! im v happy you enjoyed my rapper one (pt 2 coming soon shh..). ps. the difference between how i write kakucho and hakkai is killing me help

part 1 / part 3

HAKKAI:

he is.. going insane

he wants hesitates to put you as his lockscreen because it's mitsuya- but in the end he does it because mitsuya yelled at him

"why would you choose me over your own girlfriend??"

"i don't know taka-chan, stop yelling please!!"

anyways, like i said, he is going insane

because he thinks you're so hot and cute and- just everything good

watches your live shows and squeals when you hit that perfect note, or bust out that powerful voice

"WAHH!!! Y/N IS SO COOL!!"

often caught listening to your solo tracks, especially when you're busy and can't be with him as often

can not dance for his life but he knows that one move from that one verse of yours LMAOOO

yuzuha secretly films him dancing to your songs and sends them to you LMAOOO

"wHY YUZUHA!"

buys your albums, and if he pulls ur photocard, you better believe he's putting that shit at the back of his phone HELPPPP

sends you photos of himself with kissy faces and it's captioned with "good luck today!" or "drinks lots of water <3" or "miss you baby"

he's such a dork, but that's his best trait <3

KAKUCHO:

kakucho is really happy for you, to get out there and live your dream the way he's always wished you could

i dont really see kakucho as someone who listens to music that much, but that doesn't mean he doesn't support you and your group

he softly smiles at your group's instagram, eyes twinkling when he sees your bright smile, holding your groups award with such happiness

he makes sure to comment on each and every post, giggling when you heart it

when he does listen to your songs (usually at night, while he's trying to sleep), the moment your voice spills through the quiet volume of his earphones, he can't help but feel his heart beat quicken

he gets really flustered at the effect you have on him

when he gets to see you in person, he's reserved and quiet until you're both behind closed doors

constant kisses peppered all over you and he'll have you in his arms all night

makes up for lost time by binging your guy's fav shows, pigging out on food and just simply being in one another's presense

gahh he loves you so much

IZANA:

him.

god- he's so- he's very much in love with you

gets super giddy when he watches your videos, whether that's concert clips, music videos, interview clips, insta stories, anything!!

and he is extremely impressed at your talent!! your voice control is everything, it's so breathtaking to him

izana's super attentive to your health, and ensures you're well rested days prior before any sort of event

he really misses you when you're gone

he has you set as his home and lockscreen, and constantly catches himself longing for a text from you

but he knows you're busy- and that's okay! he wants you to do well in your career <3

he'll send you little photos of himself and the crew- while you send pics of you and your group- just updating each other on your lives while you're so far apart

he has a folder in his gallery under your name and it's filled LMAO

izana is so so proud of your group when you get your first win, he knows how much you've been dreaming and working hard for this very moment

your huge smile has him fawning on the other side of the world

but nothing will break the connection you two have, not distance, not anything <3

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou (message or send an ask to be added)

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theanonymousfoxsimp · 2 years

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Hi!

I saw that you have requests open! (If not I am terrible sorry and you feel free to ignore and delete that.)

Can I request Karl Heisenberg x bookworm!shy!female reader?

Like they are veey quiet and spend time in factory at reading books and are afraid to interrupt Karl's work.

I hope that's clear and I am sorry if I am doing request bad I didn't do that in a while.

Have a cookie 🍪🍪🍪

First of All I will gladly take a cookie ,second of all-I am THRILLED someone asked this because other than the whole smutty fic writer,I am a pretty shy bookworm of a person

-he would notice you'd stay more with him whenever you would read,always having your head in a book until he talks to you. Your voice was always quiet but loud enough for him to hear over the machinery

-he'd get you books to read after you had to devolve into reading those hand held manuals on how to do things. Always a shy thank you and a gentle kiss before you're reading it and he begins to work

-he'd notice you wouldn't participate but always asked questions whenever he was really happy with something then would stop after awhile. He never noticed the way your face would turn red from embarrassment for "interupting"(you aren't) his work

-he'd chock it up to you being squeamish around certian objects or not liking the smell until he offered for you to wear a mask and help him. Thinking it would work but you would politely decline,he'd ask why but you said you didn't want to be a bother then went back to reading

-that wouldn't fly with him but he never pushed you until now. He decided to take a few hours off to stay with you and spend quiet time with you. Confusing you greatly but he just hushed you,took his jacket,hat and glasses off then sat down on the couch. He layed against his coat on the armrest,keeping you in his arms as you read there. You'd put the book down eventually and join him for a short nap

-these were the times where he'd have you in his lap while he layed on the couch to nap,simply enjoying your presence. He'd obviously walk off first to make sure everything was okay before he would lay down with you. Often he would bring snacks back for you to munch on or a drink so you can hydrate

-he got you more books from the duke,some that had fantasy,some of what he called "manga". However you never let him towards those books to read them,or you'd pull out a different book to read after quickly putting a bookmark in. He wanted to sneak a peak but you hid them in a clever area aka inside of the couch where you could only reach

-he'd one day get fed up with your words,saying you didn't want to get in his way or not wanting to be a bother. He'd burst out saying that what you were saying wasn't true and that he enjoys your presense. Obviously it shocked you and you didn't know what to say,only shyly nodding but he saw the smile on your face when you turned to read the rest of the chapter

-he'd try and boost your confidence or atleast try to show you weren't a bother. He'd have you in his lap whenever he'd be sketching blueprints at his desk,one arm wrapped around you or he'd have you wear his jacket and nap

-he doesn't ever push you out of your boundaries, he himself a normally quiet guy himself so he doesn't mind the silence. He'd talk to himself but it would be quiet words being muttered,often you would curl into his body if he ever became too frustrated or overwhelmed

-knowing you were shy,he'd do everything to make you flustered or embarrassed in the factory. He'd leave you alone whenever you both were forced into a meeting,often speaking for you both so you wouldn't have to talk,something you greatly appreciated

-he would spark up small conversations about what you recently read,taking interest if it wasn't boring or you were especially excited about it. He'd allow you to talk more and more durring conversations with him,he'd ask questions and even take book recommendations for himself

-he finds it cute whenever you reacted to a certian scene,knowing the difference of your reactions between each scene and knowing how to ask what you were reading and teased you about it

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x reader

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dumbledore-and-grindelwald · 2 years

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Thank you for your thoughts on the aberforth headcanons I've seen floating around. I didn't have the energy to refute them but there is nothing in canon to confirm them and plenty to offer an alternative explanation for his behaviour.

Aberforth confronting albus and gellert is entirely explained by their idea to run away and take ariana. Gellert fleeing after Ariana's death makes complete sense because of that death alone (we know he had done something bad enough to get expelledand allegedly had had encounters with the law too. A girl dieing a violent death in his presence wouldn't have looked good). There is no homophobia needed to explain either of these occurrences. Do I think Aberforth was entirely free of homophobic biases? Maybe not. He grew up in the countryside in the late 19th century. Even if the wizarding world is slightly more permissable, he probably held some ingrained prejudices. But I don't believe for a second that that's the reason he grew apart from albus

I don't know if he would have. Newt and Theseus do not seem weirded out by Albus being in love with a man; just by who the man is. I'm not saying that there isn't a chance that Aberforth would have picked up biases from the society, but there's no actual evidence or even a hint of that in the books. The casual use of ‘sod’ in FB is not homophobic as much as some people try to make it so, which is exactly why Albus does not feel offended. It’s not used in its original context and it’s not used to discriminate a gay person. If you look at words that have become slang, people shouldn’t swear at all because most of them have meaning that was targetted to specific groups, beliefs, actions or mental and pshychological states in the original context. When something has become slang it has reached the point of being taken out of that context. Looking at how a word still carries its negative connotations and cannot be completely separated from its initial meaning has been brought to attention by social sciences in much more recent years. These are characters who have not been raised in the climate of social justice and political correctness that we have, neither have they been raised at a time when ‘sod’ stood for sodomite. So the idea that one has to apologize for using it in the presense of a gay person would not have occured to anyone. Projecting our own education to that time is just anachronistic.

Also, Aberforth did not try to rip away Albus' happiness when he could let him have it. In FB mentions that he saw everything that went on in the house.This probably refers to many things: Ariana's confition, Kendra's lies, Albus' developing plans with Gellert during that summer. I doubt that there is a chance that Albus's plans came into Aberforth's attention so late, but he let him have his dreams for a while. Still, he didn't speak until two months had passed and he was about do go back to Hogwarts.

In the beginning of that summer Aberforth had told Albus that he would leave school and take care of Ariana. Albus insisted to take on as the carer of the family and for Aberforth to continue school. He was given an out but he made his choice. He did not even have his brains in his head enough to admit that he was going back on his word and to tell Aberforth that he should drop out to take care of Ariana. He was selfish. It wasn't done in an ill-intended way. He just wanted everything. He wanted to be able to use his intellect, he wanted power, he wanted to make up for what his family had gone through by controlling the muggles, he wanted love and he still deluded himself that he could do all that without letting down his siblings because he loved them and he did not want to make himself choose.

So, what should Aberforth have done, held his tongue? Would Ariana have survived being moved across Europe? Would she have survived the hunt for the hallows? If they had rallies like the one in Paris would she have been able to remain stable? I won't go into Gellert potentially weaponizing her, because that's not something that either brother would or could have thought at the time. At the end of the day, Aberforth did not ask Albus to choose between family and love. Even if I don't think for a second that he liked Gellert as a person, when he confronted Albus he did not even argue against the relationship; just against their departure. He just pointed out in his unsophisticated way that Albus could not be a carer for the family AND pursue politics. Ultimately, if Albus and Gellert were content to do so (Albus might have settled with a heavy heart and Gellert would never, but that's another discussion), they could have stayed at the Hollow. It wasn't Aberforth's fault that Albus couldn't have the cake and eat it too.

Also, as you said, Gellert's departure had everything to do with Ariana's death. Again, there is nothing in any part of the canon suggesting that Gellert left because Aberforth was homophobic. In fact it's ludicrous how out of character this sounds. if Aberforth was homophobic (which he wasn't) Grindelwald would have barely cared --certainly not enough to leave- and that would have been only for Albus' sake. Instead, let's notice how Albus describes Grindelwald's departure: "He vanished, with his plans for seizing power, and his schemes for Muggle torture, and his dreams of the Deathly Hallows...". And Bathilda mentions that after Ariana's death Gellert returned home agitated and wanted to leave the very next day. It's repercussions he feared. Not seeing any chance that Albus would follow him now, he didn't see a point in sticking around and risking himself or in not pursuing his plans.

#aberforth dumbledore #albus dumbledore #gellert grindleward #asks #harry potter

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elena-reina · 3 years

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Don’t Go - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Could I please get a fic where the reader is Sirius’s wife who keeps him company while he’s cooped up in Grimmauld Place? Like maybe just him acting all clingy and touched starved after being in Azkaban for so long? Thanks!! - Anon

Warnings: none

A/N: Golly, I hope you like this. Sirius isn’t really my strong point. Let me know what you think!

You shoved your hands into your pocket, searching for your keys, almost fumbling with the groceries in your free arm. The rain was coming down hard, making your hands cold as ice, numb even, only making it more diffucult to feel around for your keys. You looked over your shoulder making sure you weren’t being followed, and tried your best to shield your face from the harsh winds pelting rain at you with every chance it had.

Finally feeling that piece of metal, you pulled it out and slammed it into the door handle. Swinging the door open, you let out an exhasperated gasp and kicked the door closed with your foot. Heading into the kitchen, you, unintentionally, hurled the groceries down onto the counter with a loud thud.

Shivering, you took off your trenchcoat and placed it on the counter. Your hair was damp, only making you more cold. You brought your hands to your mouth and began to blow into them, trying to gain back the blood circulation for your hands to grow warm again.

Sirius silently walked into the kitchen, smiling warmly at the sight of you. You had your back towards him, unaware of his presense. He took long strides towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. Leaning into his embrace, the aromatic smell of his cologne and conditioner filled your nostrils bringing you at ease.

“Hello, my darling,” he purred, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. You turned around in his hold, and threw your arms over his shoulders. You ran one of your hands through the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp- to which, he loved very much. You cuddled into his warm touch.

“You’ve been gone for too long, I hate it when you leave me all alone,” he frowned, lightly pouting his lips. You smiled warmly, and stood on your tippy-toes to give him a much needed kiss on the lips.

“I had to get food for you to eat, Sirius,” you mumbled against his lips, only for him to reconnect them again shortly after. He ran his hands down your back, sending shivers down your spine, and gripped your thighs lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“I’ve got to put them away before it goes bad, my love,” you spoke, but his grip didn’t lessen. If anything, he held onto you with more force, afraid of letting you go.

“Don’t go, please,” he murmured.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” You leaned your head on top of his.

“I wish I could go with you, take you out everywhere and give you everything you deserve,” he sighed. Biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head. His scruffy beard would tickle your neck every time he laid his head on your shoulder.

“No, I rather you be safe.”

With Lord Voldemort restored to his physical form, during the time, Dumbledore reinstated the Order of the Phoenix, sending Sirius to gather the "old crowd" and inform them of the situation. This led to him donating his family home, at 12 Grimmauld Place, in London as Order Headquarters.

Unfortunately, as he was still wanted by the authorities that wanted to throw him back in Azkaban. Sirius could never safely leave his house and brought a toll on him. He felt useless and fell into a deep depression, however you were there to remind him how strong he was. Not only was he helping support Dumbledore, but he had you. You were the one thing help keeping him sane, especially from being apart from each other so long.

“Darling,” he drawled quietly, barely audible, earning a hum in response from you. “Do you.. Do you ever regret marrying me?”

You snapped your head up at his question and lifted his head from your shoulder. You grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were deep and melancholy, almost with the resemblance of a lost puppy.

“Baby, of course not. I love you, why are you asking such a horrible question?”

He took a while to answer, however you didn’t rush him. Instead, you ran your finger tips up and down his back soothingly. Every now and then he would tense up, getting lost in the thougts running through his head. A lot of your nights went like this. All Sirius wanted to do was be held by you or take you into his embrace.

“I had to force myself to forget about you in Azkaban,” he frowned, “I don’t know how I did it. You’re my whole pride and joy.”

You let him continue.

“I couldn’t let any of my happy thoughts plague my mind.. I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent and I had you. That wasn’t a happy thought though, so the Dementors couldn’t suck it out of me,” he sighed, “But it kept me sane and knowing who I am... helped me keep my powers... so when it all became... too much... I could transform in my cell... become a dog and return."

Your eyes watered, feeling all the emotion pool through. “As long as you’re with me, I’m never letting you go.”

“Never again,” he reassured, “Lets get you warmed up in a bath, yea?”

You nodded, jumping off of the counter, holding onto his extended hand for balance.

“Last one to the tub is a rotten egg!” you joked, dashing past him. He smiled, chuckling under his breath, and chased after you to enjoy the rest of the night.

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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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umpah umpah! smau

��︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[032] — rain check!

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a/n: im finally done with exams which means im opening up requests again 🥳 ALSO there’s only the epilogue chapter left!

something that iwaizumi didn’t quite get was the idea of getting up early hours before the game even starts.

it’s almost seven in the morning and it was still dark out. the sun could barely be construed through the tall skyscrapers of tokyo as he entered the large stadium. the actual charity game wasn’t starting until 11 am and the alders weren’t going to arrive for another couple hours. and yet the white florescent lights casted shadows upon the athletic trainer and the rest of the msby team in the early morning. granted, the bright lights did strain his tired eyes a bit.

fatigue was evident upon iwaizumi’s expression. he didn’t get much sleep last night knowing what today had in store for him—rejection and heartbreak or utter joy? he liked to believe he had high hopes, but he honestly wasn’t sure anymore.

the black jackals were already warming up on the court. atsumu and sakusa were helping each other stretch while hinata was talking tomas’ ear off. everyone was doing what they supposed to be doing with iwaizumi staying on the sidelines and checking his clipboard out of habit as if any of the writing on it would change.

“hey,” a voice calls out, familiar in all the right and wrong ways that iwaizumi almost hesitated to look up. but once he did, he was greeted by a smile from bokuto. “good luck today.”

confusion seeped through iwaizumi, it was slight, yet still noticeable enough from the furrowing of his eyebrows. “shouldn’t i be the one saying that to you?”

he was the one playing a game today.

“i meant about (y/n). we’re going to be working with each other for a while, so no hard feelings to whoever she chooses, alright?” bokuto sticks his hand out for iwaizumi to shake.

a look washed over him, but rather than confusion it was simply unreadable. why was he being so nice? if anything, it was clear bokuto had the upperhand ever since iwaizumi got into that argument with you a month ago, and yet bokuto wasn’t taking any of the advantages handed to him. perhaps at that point did iwaizumi understand your dilemma.

“of course,” the athletic trainer says, clasping his hand against bokuto’s rough ones with a firm shake.

as they let go, a buzz emits from both of their phones. bokuto was glad that he still had his phone on hand as he opened up the notification, iwaizumi soon following suit.

your head thumped against your seat, the sound of the plane’s engine battered against your temples as you let out a sigh. your hands still shook from texting iwaizumi and bokuto, recalling the beat of your heart against your ribcage as you thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button.

man, you were never going to grow out of this phrase of choosing what’s easy over what’s right. it was easy to juet ignore your problems and leave it all be, but it wasn’t right. iwaizumi and bokuto didn’t deserve this type of treatment from you and you’re well aware of it.

you stared out of the plane’s window, eyes wandering the near-empty runway. sugawara noticed how quiet you’ve been this entire time. usually, you loved idea of waking up in the early mornings to drive to the airport where everything’s serenely surreal. it didn’t matter if your flight were to be delayed or if there was a small child kicking at your seat, you always looked forward to plane rides. and yet your demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

his gaze flickers down to your phone clutched into your hand as if you feared it was going to disappear. every few seconds you would check if they had texted back.

an inaudible sigh left sugawara as he turns over to akaashi who sat in the seat next to him, closest to the aisle. his headphones were already muffled against his ears and his eye lids were on the cusp of dropping. sugawara supposes he couldn’t get help on this one.

“i told you to text them that last night, (y/n).”

“it was late and i didn’t want to disturb them,” you answer. it was half true and half a lie and sugawara could clearly see right through it.

“but you knew if you waited until the last minute, they wouldn’t have the chance to chase after you to the airport,” he presses.

was it that easy to read you like an open book?

you could only stay quiet as you wanted to disappear into the light layer of murmurs of the rest of the passengers on the flight. it was going to be like this for thirteen hours, huh? one long flight from tokyo to los angeles like it’s nothing.

“i figured that i’d be away for long enough that they’ll finally give up their feelings for me.” you finally say, breaking the silence that sugawara patiently waited in. “it sounds selfish, i know that, but i’d rather have iwa and bo move on knowing that i chose neither of them than hurt knowing i only chose one.”

sugawara pressed his lips into a line, thinking carefully on what to say next. “you’re still hurting them either way, don’t you think?” the words left him before he could even stop himself, yet he was would be lying if he chose not to say anything.

your gaze, all sober and tired, finally met up with his as a pitiful smile melted across your face. “it’s not like i haven’t before...”

“and what about you?” sugawara asks, “doesn’t it hurt you the same way?”

“of course it does,” but you almost wanted to scoff at your words, “we’d have to suffer the pain regardless, that’s just how it is.”

“it doesn’t have to be...”

sugawara swears he felt his heart break as your voice waivered, “i know.” it was hushed, almost like a whisper. “but i chose it to be this way–i guess i really am selfish.”

“(y/n)—” he tries to speak in attempt to comfort you, but he is interrupted by the flight attndant’s presense.

“please refrain from using technology during take off, thank you,” the lady says kindly.

you nod immediately, completely overlooking the text bubbles appearing on both iwaizumi and bokuto’s chats. before you could feel the buzz of their messages, you turn off your phone completely as you stuffed it into your bag.

fun facts! —

both bo and iwa know that y/n texted them both and they decided on whoever y/n is who she chooses

bokuto ended up being pulled from the game halfway through because he was too distracted

iwaizumi couldn’t focus on the game either as the whole time he was checking his phone if you ever responded

they stayed up all night hoping to get a text back from you (hint: it isn’t over yet)

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wandsandwheezes · 4 years

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I'd die for you. | G.W

TW // major character death(s), angst, general sadness, love, mentions of blood, death and sadness.

I would like to apologise in advance for this one, it has taken me two full days of tears and breaking my own god damn heart.

Let me know if you want to be on the taglist my loves💞

@witch-and-a-half @weasleysflowr @wand3ringr0s3 @hufflepuffgirly

Never make a promise you don't intend to keep. That's what my mum always taught me, so in the lead up to the Seven Potters I promised George that even against my best judgements, I'd stay back at the burrow and wait for his arrival.

"If you keep biting those nails, you'll have none left, dear!" Molly said, sitting next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders "Before you know it, they'll all be walking through that doo-" A loud splash echos around the quiet surroundings of the countryside, causing Ginny to jump from the chair and run outside, greeting Harry and Hagrid on their arrival. All too quickly I hear Lupin's voice yelling, causing everyone to look in the direction of his voice. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

My mind went blank in the next few moments, I was stood there watching Lupin carry the weak and limp body of love of my life into the confines of the Burrow. Ginny grabs my hand, pulling me inside when she notices that I hadn't moved an inch. I thanked Merlin that he was still breathing, but the blood rushing from his ear made me question how he wasn't unconscious.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he jokes, feigning a small smile at me as he reaches for my hand, which I let him take, dropping to kneel by his side. My other hand reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes.

"George, you never cease to amaze me how you can still be smiling when you've lost an ear," he squeezes my hand tightly, almost to check I was still there, "who am I if I can't even make the woman I love smile?"

I press a small kiss to his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. I feel a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Fred staring down at me, he moves to join me beside his brother, "How're you feeling, Georgie?" George takes a deep breath before speaking up.

"Saint like," he smiles, I look to Fred, who has a worry in his eye, I give him a reassuring look as I give George's hand a squeeze, "Come again?" George lets go of my hand, straining to reach up and point at his own ear "I'm holey, get it Fred?"

"The whole wide world of ear related humor and you go for 'I'm holey'... It's pathetic" The twin smiles, looking down at his hands that sat nicely in his lap, "Recon I'm still better looking than you, at least Y/N still thinks so, right angel?" I smile nodding as a small blush rises to my cheeks, I lean in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, earning a small but weak smile from him.

After about 10 minutes of arguing over who would clean up George's ear, I convince Molly that I was more than happy to take care of her son, especially as I've been patching the twins up after any and all mishaps at the shop. She obliges, despite her motherly instincts kicking in, helping me guide George into the bathroom. We seat him ontop of the toilet seat, nestling between his legs as I gently dab a warm cloth over the side of his face, clearing away all of the blood. I find myself taking in every freckle, every little scar on his face, the way his cheeks were so full and how he was just so perfect, making me realise how much I loved him.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" he smiles up at me, his hands holding onto the backs of my thighs, as my hand holds his chin in place, starting the task of cleaning the blood from his ear. I try to make sureBeing careful to be more gentle every time he winces. "If you're lucky, Georgie, imagine how I feel waking up to you every morning."

"Promise me something," I push back his hair so that it's out of the area, grabbing some antiseptic. "If it's that the antiseptic won't hurt, then there's nothing I can do my love, just bite down on this." I give him a towel which he places between his teeth. The sounds he made as the alcohol cleaned his wound broke my heart, but it was in his best interest. I pull out my wand, casting a small spell to deal with the stitches while he's still biting down on the cloth, causing him to groan again, but this time it was more of a wince then full on cries of pain. I wrap a bandage around his head, holding some gauze in place to help with the bleeding.

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd be swearing this house down by now," he says, pulling the cloth from between his teeth, I reach to wipe away his stray tears that linger under his eyes and on his cheeks. "Now my love, what am I promising you?"

He goes to stand up, quickly deciding against it as he sits back down. I take his hands again, rubbing my thumbs across the back of his hands, he pasuses for a moment, almost as if he's unsure of what he's about to ask, however the grin that he pulls his lips into dispells any worry. "I want you to promise me that you'll still love me with one ear."

"Georgie, I'd die for you, regardless how many ears you may or may not have, you're the love of my life." I laugh, leaning down to finally press a kiss to his lips, moving one of his hands to the small of my back and tgr other to the back of my head, keeping me pulled into the kiss for a little longer.

The next few months were weird and uncertain, Diagon Alley becoming quieter and quieter, I begged George to move back to the Burrow so that we'd be out of the madness and true to his word we did, Molly helping me work with him on his sickness and growing vertigo. Harry, Ron and Hermione were off hunting horcruxes and every morning I got a gut feeling that things were going to get worse.

Beams of Green and Red were flying all around me as I ran through the corridors of hogwarts. The sounds of crying, screaming and yelling were all I could hear. A head of firey red hair, pops around the wall which I spot out of the corner of my eye, he was fighting off Death eaters like it was nothing when suddenly he's thrown to the floor, his wand flying from his hand. I'm trying to run towards him but I feel like I can't move, every muscle in my body is resisting.

"Avada Kedavra!" suddenly the body of the man I love goes lifeless before me, I scream at the top of my lungs, my body finally giving in as I collape at his side, wailing from the pit of my stomach.

"no, no, no... Wake up! Please wake up, My love, just open-" "your eyes, shh, it's okay, I'm here, it's just a dream, baby." my tear stained cheeks, and small shallow breaths were enough for George to realise that it wasn't a normal dream, the protective part of him pulling me into his arms, rocking me gently as he coos my sobs, which grow less and less violent as I'm brought back to reality

"I'm sorry." I whisper as his hand plays with my hair, soothing me to a point where I can finally breathe again, "don't be, when you screamed like that i thought something was happening to you, I swear whatever was hurting you like that I'd take the brunt, I'd die for you, my angel."

"Don't say that." I breathe, shaking my head as I press a soft kiss to his jaw, "no dying, not for me, Georgie." he holds me tighter, leaning down to connect our lips in a soft kiss. "no dying, got it."

I hadn't seen George in a month, we decided that with the death eaters still roaming the streets, it would be better if we both went into hiding. My aunt, who has two witches herself, was keeping me safe, telling her girls to stay in Australia for their own safety. I hear a small knock on the door, Aunt Melinda poking her head into the room.

"This just came inside one of my letters, it's for you, darling." I smile at her, taking the letter gratefully, I recognise the handwriting immediately, opening up the envelope to a gorgeous hand-written letter.

To My Angel,

Merlin, I miss you. Dad told me about how the whole muggle mail thing works and I think I enjoy it more than mail by owl. I think personally that it was a stroke of genius to write to you like this because I know theres no way that the death eaters will go looking through muggle mail.

I want nothing more than to hear your voice again, to touch your skin, feel you next to me when I wake. Oh, Speaking of sleep, how are your nightmares? I don't sleep much these days so I hope you're resting better than I am.

Dad says the order has been checking on the house and the shop regularly, they think the burrow will be safe again soon, I hope you'll join the family and I because I have something I need to ask you and I don't want to do it over a letter.

I love you always and forever.

Georgie

I hold the letter close to my heart, longing to feel his presense again. The nightmares haven't been getting any better, no matter what I do, I don't get to him in time and I have to watch him die in front of me over and over again, knowing that I could've saved him. A wave of pain and sadness washes over me as I curl myself into a ball, under the covers, praying that the duvet becomes his arms and that I don't fall asleep to see his lifeless eyes again.

Two months later, finally stood in each other's arms, kissing again in the room where it all started for us. For a moment I'm taken back to Dumbledore's Army and the hours George and I spent as we snuck into the room of requirement, him helping me perfect my patronus, giving me the happiest memory of all when he kissed me for the first time.

We stood by the window, away from everybody, talking and making up for lost time, holding onto me like he wouldn't ever let go again, every time I looked at him, I was smiling, my heart doing backflips.

"I wanted to ask you this before it all gets crazy," he smiles taking both of my hands as he gets down on one knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket. "I was going to ask you when you were mending my ear, I wish I didn't catch myself out and that I'd asked you then and there because being away from you made me realise that I can't spend another day without you, I love you so much, you're the best thing to have ever happened to me so I want to make us last forever, that's if you still love me, even with one ear."

I giggle, taking the ring and slipping it onto my finger as I nod frantically. I wanted nothing more than to be with George forever, even if he only had one ear.

I don't think any of us realised we were fighting a war until the bodies of people we cared about started to pile around us. I was fighing for everything I had, until I couldn't breathe, a sense of dread washing over me when I realised I'd been fighting alone. I was running around the castle and everything felt like slow motion. That was until I stumbled into the great hall and suddenly time felt real again.

Ginny was holding me back from stepping closer to any of the family, I caught a glimpse of the redheaded boy who looked to be asleep on the floor, his twin sobbing next to him as the family wept. "It's freddie, Y/N" she whispers, "Fred's gone."

Every wail and sob from every nightmare came back to me at once, pushing past Hermione to wrap my arms around George, letting him cry into my arms, and there we stay for as long as he needed.

When It felt like it was all over, we believed Harry was Dead, that this was the end, that everything we had worked for was short lived. I cried into George's shoulder, hugging his side, it felt like a part of all of us had gone. So when Harry reveals himself to truly be alive we were all in a state of shock, moving as one to finish what was started if not for us then for those we lost.

The fight was not over. Beams of Green and Red were flying all around me as I ran through the corridors. The sounds of crying, screaming and yelling were all I could hear. It's like I'd done this a thousand times. I saw the man I loved, from the corner of my eye, he was fighting off Death eaters like it was nothing, when suddenly he's thrown to the floor, his wand flying from his hand. I realised, I had done this before. It was all de ja vu and before I could think, I run and jump in front of the spell that was meant for him, taking it with the full force of my body.

The next few moments felt like no time at all, like both nothing and forever. He held my body in his arms as I reach up to press my hand against his cheek, feeling the last of my life slip away from me, "I love you, George, even if you do only have one ear."

Never make a promise you don't intend to keep. When I told George I would die for him, I truly meant it. When I told him I'd love him forever I meant it. I continued on with him for years, watching him heal and mourn Fred and I. The thing that hurt the most was hearing him still talk to me, like he feels me there, "I made your favourite, mum's cinnamon rolls, she doesn't make them much anymore, I don't think she will without your help." he smiles down at his plate, pulling the roll in half, before letting out a deep breath, placing the other half down and sliding it across the table.

I'm hugging him but he can't feel me there, I'm there every night, curled up next to him but he doesn't feel me hold his cheek anymore. He's sat in the dark, tears rolling down his cheeks, "I know you're here, I can feel you with me but not Freddie." he wipes away his tears, pulling a pillow into his chest. "I hope he's okay, would've been nice of him to leave me one of his ears, it's not like he ever used them anyway." George Weasley, you never cease to amaze me how you can still be smiling when you've lost all that you have.

He never loved another woman, even when he tried, by Godric I wanted him to be happy, even if it wasn't with me. He was sat on the bed, clutching the photo of him and I as he played with the engagement ring he gave me. "I live for you my Angel, If only there was a way you could have lived for me."

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ask-screamspider · 2 years

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⁉️ for Ez : )

cecil - i don't know you suuuper well because im somehow the least active person on my own blog (:() but i think you're neat !

(ooc. Cecil is.. mostly being honest, there. I don't do much with him on this blog. He feels an odd sense of kinship with the weirdo controlling powers- telepathy and reality bending aren't exactly the same, but they feel similar in senses of morality. Are you really a good person, if you're capable of invading everything that makes a person themselves?)

Mr. Parker - You're a sweet kid, and a bright presense in the world of angst that is vigilantism. I'd appreciate it if you stopped trying to mom a 46 year old (me), though.

(ooc. Envy. He's jealous of nearly everyone around him, because yknow, gestures vaugely, but it's strong enough to choke on with Ez. He wishes he could have the sense of lightness ma has, the ability not to get weighed down by everything. The ability to just accept that it's not his responsibility to save everyone.)

Harry - Um, I dunno. Uh, thanks for letting me talk to you, feels better than just rotting in my bedroom for eight hours a day.

(ooc. Yeah, that's pretty much it. He's still a little too invested in his own mental health to have much of an opinion on anyone else yet.)

MJ - You're a nice kid! I appreciate your optimism :D

(ooc. At least you're lying through omission this time, MJ. She's worried about mom, since her own optimism is very much just... lying. They honestly want to say that ma doesn't have to be grinning and happy all the time, but they figure a lot of their worry is just their own projection.)

#my god this got long.#esther i am not obsessed with you i just have too many damn characters on this blog

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Hi! I read your recent Brienne & Jaime post & it was very interesting. Just wanted to say I'd love to hear your reasons for Jaime becoming Bran's Hand in the books. It's a theory I only read this week, as it's not discussed much, so curious on your thoughts. I love it myself. Maybe people just think Tyrion is default because of the show? Also, as only a show fan at the moment, I still love Jaime, Brienne & the ship, so luckily D&D didn't ruin them completely :-)

Hi! I'm so glad you enjoyed my post. And I'm really glad D&D failed in throwing away all the hard work GRRM put in in creating those two.

The first time that theory was presented to me, was thanks to this amazing post (maybe it was the same one you also saw?!). And later on, after I re read the books again, I found many hints about that theory being true.

Even though for now you're only a show watcher, you probably have heard or read about how Book!Tyrion is descending into a darker path. And people don't say that lightly. From the moment he brutally raped a slave in ADWD, I knew he wasn't going to have the same sort of ending he got in the show (I only started reading the books after s8 wrapped up). In the show, Tyrion never did anything so horrible and disgusting, he stayed more or less the same character throughout all seasons, and D&D felt comfortable in giving him what we can probably call a happy ending. In the books tho, where Tyrion is slowly but surely following Tywin's footsteps in becoming ruthless, Jaime is going into the opposite direction...(hence why I think D&D simply picked the other Lannister to become Bran's Hand in the show, compared to the books)...

Losing his right hand, his sword hand, put a stop into whoever he was, or what he (and us initially) thought he was: a ruthless warrior. Initially, when he had to deal with the Riverrun situation in AFFC, after he lost his hand, he tried to follow in his father's footsteps, but it's just not something that came easily for him. Book!Jaime's naturally able to be respected and beloved even by kids who are supposed to be his hostages. He's slowly becoming someone who can very well be a respectable political presense...which it's something he NEVER wanted to be.

I've noticed that GRRM likes to tease future events by making his characters claim the opposite. One example I always think about is Bran's "I never fall", right before he went and fell from the Tower (yeah, I know he technically didn't "fell" on his own, he was pushed, but still). And the same thing happens to Jaime, the guy that started his POVs thinking nothing bad could happen to him now that he was going to KL... I've mentioned in my original analysis, that the fact Cersei first asked Jaime to become the Hand barely seconds before Jaime pushed Bran (changing the course of their lives) is something that always got my attention. And in the following books, when Jaime and Cersei got POVs, we saw this happen time and time again: Jaime being asked to be the Hand (by Cersei or others, he was asked to become the Hand a suspiciously amount of times.) and always refusing, because he doesn't think he could be anything but a warrior, because he's not interested in politics and because he doesn't think he could be good at it. Unfortunately for Jaime, GRRM loves to prove his characters wrong, about what they want and what they think of themselves, like Brienne being coinvinced she could never find love or become a mother, Martin wants to prove her wrong. And like it's stated in the post I linked, GRRM thinks the best political figure is the one who doesn't want it, the one that understands the burden that comes with it.

I also think it could be a good thematic finish to Jaime's storyline to end the books by completely redeming himself from his fist villainous act. We, of course, don't know what the state of Westeros could be by the end of ADOS, and what Bran being King could actually mean. But I love the parallel between Jaime as an Hand compared to his own father as an Hand. Where Tywin had to deal with a Mad King, while Jaime could form a cool partnership with someone who wants the best for people.

I'm sorry if this ask turned out to be another long rant. Sometimes I just can't help myself.

I hope this can help you, even just a little bit, and I'd love to also read your opinions on it :D

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