#and george is like yes i can only imagine my future with him by my side what of it

[russellsppttemplates]

Hallo hope you have a great day my ask is

George gifting you a cat for his present and ask you to marry him

Or

He gave you a bad present and seeing how you still happy and appreciative about it he ask you to marry him

???

Note: I hope you don't mind this, but I've had this other request for a while and I had trouble posting it and had to delete the old ask, so I'm mixing them together!

George proposing to you but it rains down and at the end of the proposal you both are soaking wet

“So thank you, Allison, for the past 35 years of marriage. Here’s to another 35,” Steve finished his speech as he held his flute, kissing his wife as you all clapped. Still after so many years, Alison blushed at her husband, the effect he had on her still after all those years. The family had taken the day to celebrate their anniversary, the beautiful restaurant George and his siblings picked out stunningly decorated and the food was exceptional. The sun had not graced them with its presence, but it was still a good moment to enjoy with close family, George's siblings' families in-law as well as your own parents joining for the celebration, too.

"Can you come here with me, please, darling?", George said after you shared some dessert, his niece promptly jumping out of your lap so you could go, "sure", you smiled, cleaning your mouth in case some of the chocolate was left on your skin. Holding his hand, you excused yourself, walking with him to the garden of the restaurant. It was the middle of the week and, not surprisingly, no one wanted to be outside given that it was cold without the sunshine and it looked like it would rain soon.

"George, I think it's going to rain", you yelped, seeing him walk with a certain determination, "I need to do this now, or I'll chicken out again", he muttered, losing you a little as you tried to understand what he meant as he turned to face you just as you felt the first raindrop.

"What we saw in there? I want that for us, I can only hope our marriage is as good as that", George began as your eyes were wide, "I didn't fall in love with you at first sight, you know it wasn't that. Not because you're not the most beautiful and kind woman I've ever met, but because I thought I wasn't enough for you. But I would be damned if somebody else ended up with you and it wasn't me. I can’t imagine living even another second without you. I want to share every moment of my life with you, I want to be there for the good things and the bad things", he said as rain fell down, using his hands to cover your head so water wouldn't fall straight on your face, "I will take care of you - and carry an umbrella-, and give you my full support, no matter what happens. Y/N, I love you with all my heart,” he knelt down on one knee, not caring about his pants on the wet grass, "will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?", he proposed.

"George", you chuckled through your tears, not caring that now rain was pouring down on both of you, blending with the tears in your eyes. “Yes, I would love to marry you,” you whispered and nodded through the tears, bending down so you could kiss him.

George was quick to fiddle with the ring, putting it on your finger and kissing the soft skin, "I love you", you both muttered as he pulled you up with him, his hands on your waist as he spun you with him as your families cheered from the covered patio.

"You'll get cold, guys!", Cara called as her older brother whistled at the newly engaged couple, encouraging George to pull you down so he could kiss you, a movie worth show of affection as he finally got the answer he had been waiting for.

Walking inside the restaurant, you hugged your families as they didn't seem to mind your soaked clothes, "congratulations, dear, welcome to the family", your future mother in-law said as she hugged you. "I told you she would accept it, George!", your father hugged your fiancée.

Going back to your place so you could change and your guests could hang out in a more private place, you and George got changed before heading back to the living room, hearing the kids snicker and running around.

"I'm sorry, uncle George, he got out and we couldn't catch him on time", (now) your niece said as she pouted, holding a beautiful baby kitten. He had soft grey fur and big curious eyes, "darling, this was supposed to be a surprise, but this is Winston and he's ours", George smiled, bringing the car up to your arms as you cooed at him, mouth agape at the way he snuggled into you.

"Another surprise? You're full of them, Mr. Russell", you winked, sitting down next to your parents and cuddling the cat, "look at you, so cute!"

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#george russell blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[nattaphum]

MILE AND APO’S INTERVIEWS FOR AWESOME!PLUS MAGAZINE

MILE PHAKPHUM

MUSIC COLUMN: LOVE SONG

George Benson - Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You

Very romantic. It's a song about how much I love you, and I can say that not only to my lover, but also to my family and friends. What I imagine is the feeling of singing to a cat in the house (laughs). I love how warm it is.

Is there anything you are looking forward to when you come to Japan?

Of course I was looking forward to working with awesome!plus. Also, i am a guitar collector, so I was looking forward to buying vintage guitars. People have good taste and keep things in good condition, so there are many second-hand items that are really good.

You originally studied music, right?

Yes. I started music when I was 22. If I hadn't been doing music, I wouldn't be where I am today, and I wouldn't be appearing in dramas. The basics of Thai culture are doing music, and that leads to theatrical performances. I also stepped into the entertainment industry because of the music. I was also making demos on guitar. The first thing I made was an acoustic pop rock.

What is important to you when making music?

I take care of it. You can't eat a guitar, so it doesn't have a taste, but you can really feel the taste of its sound. From my point of view, the guitar is very sexy. Plus, vintage guitars are made from old wood, so they smell great. It feels like wine. Furthermore, the guitar can be played in any genre. That's the biggest attraction.

Please tell us about shooting episodes of the drama "Kinn Porsche The Series"

In this work, the performers and all the staff wanted to make a good work. There are many fictional scenes but there are also many human-like lines. Everyone was seriously trying to put on the best performances in the time allotted. I called that time a magic moment. It turned out to be a really good work.

How was the reaction?

I was surprised that everyone responded so well. No matter which country I go to, I can feel everyone's feelings.

The world tour sounds like a lot of fun.

I feel really lucky that I was able to take everyone with me. It feels more like a school trip than a job (laughs). However, the other day I went to Paris by myself for work, and then I felt incredibly lonely..!

Ahaha. By the way, Apo as seen by Mile. What kind of person is he?

He's very energetic. That's what comes out. I'm the type of person who listens, so when we're together, it's really well-balanced. He surprises me a lot. I'm always trying to do my best, so I'm very happy to be able to work with him.

What kind of story are you listening to?

He says everything, such as how he felt at that time. He says anything. He will tell me everything I can understand or can’t understand. He is a person who has no secrets and will tell me everything.

Ahaha. Is there a role you would like to play in the future?

I would like to act in dark, thriller, and murderous scenes. I would also like to play a horror movie like Japan's Ju-on! I was 20 when I started to like the guitar, so I may not be very good at it, but I think it would be great if I could collaborate with Jeff this time. l'm looking forward to it!

Now, Mile, please tell us what you think is the appeal of this drama.

Although the original is a novel, it has become a work that reveals the true face of humans. It's wonderful. To put it simply, it's Pocky."

Pocky!!

"Yes (laughs). Pocky comes in strawberry, chocolate, and banana flavors. I want to try different flavors. This drama is like Pocky (laughs).

APO NATTAWIN

MUSIC COLUMN : LOVE SONG

Vivaldi's Four Seasons

I think it’s a love song. It's smooth and soft, so if you listen to it and are in nature, you can feel the background and love of the song.

What are you looking forward to during your visit to Japan?

I want to work with Japanese staff. Recently, I have traveled to various countries and worked with people from various countries, but Japan is one of my favorite countries, so I am happy to work with Japanese people. I wanted to work with them, and when I actually worked with them, they were all wonderful and always made me feel good.

Is there anything you eat every time you visit?

Surrounded by the sea, I think there are food colors and flavors that only Japan can offer.

However, what would you like to do in Japan if you have time?

I want to feel the unique lifestyle and traditional culture. I went to Meiji Jingu this time, and my mind and body became softer. The smell of nature calms me down, and I feel good energy and energy increase.

About the popular drama "KinnPorsche The 'Series'", do you want to share some behind the scene story?

In the scene on the boat in episode 3, our boat sways every time a boat passes by, so the camera gets drunk, so we have to take a little break after each take! I can not forget. Mile and I are fine because we are concentrating on the people we are acting with, but the cameraman must be drunk because he has a wide field of view through the camera.

Currently on a world tour as a drama member. If you were to hold an event in Japan, what kind of projects would you like to do?

Japan is famous for anime cosplay, so it would be great if everyone could get together in cosplay and sing and dance. There were people in duck and avatar costumes, but if we could get together in Japan and do cosplay together, I'm sure it will be fun.

You like singing and dancing, is there an instrument vou would like to try?

I wanted to play the saxophone because I liked jazz and instrumental music since I was little. I wanted to join the music circle. But now I wonder if I should listen to someone else play it (laughs).

Do vou have a favorite Japanese artist?

I love KAT- TUN. I don't know what it means, but I like the rhythm of the song, the way it's sung, and the beatbox, and it feels good to listen to it. i also like EXILE's "Lovers Again" and “LAST CHRiSTMAS". I like it because it makes me feel like something good is going to happen today.

Is there a Japanese actor you'd like to work with?

Nana Komatsu-san. I'm interested in her because she has a charming natural acting style. Also, Rinko Kikuchi's acting is so deep that it caught my eye. Tomohisa Yamashita, who I've been watching since I was young, is also one of my favorite actors. Takeshi Kaneshiro is also cool, isn't he?

What does acting mean to you?

Acting is what made me understand the world, people and nature. In the process, there are three things that are important to me: the environment in which I was born, the environment in which I am now, and the environment in front of me. When I was worried about the role of Porsche, It was about how he was born and what kind of environment he was raised in. It's difficult because he's a contradiction between his feelings and his actions. All I can say is that he likes Kinn. He loves Kinn regardless of position or gender, and the straightforwardness of Porsche is the appeal.

What role would you like to play in the future?

This work is currently being filmed, and in this series I am performing Thai dance. There is something unique about Thai dance, it is strong but soft and delicate. My teacher told me to think of myself as an angel and move, but it is a loose style. However, it is not popular among young people these days, so I want to convey the charm of Thai dance through this work. Just as everyone thinks of Japan when they hear the words ninja or samurai, I want them to think of Thailand, when they think of Thai dance.

#the part of mile saying he imagines to sing the song to a cat in his house….. #really??? really????? #also it’s so fun that mile mentioned food and tasting things even when it wasn’t the right topic but they asked about food to apo ajssksk #mile felt alone in paris #i wonder if he felt alone in mumbai #:D #kinnporsche #mileapo #awesome!plus #i translated it with google

[neallo]

Umm what are your meronia divorce headcanons? 😇 Yes I am baiting you into posting those tags you wrote because they were SO CORRECT

HGFDSJFSDFSD <3 <3 <3 GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT THEM AS EXES... BLESS YOU...

Okay. So. BROADLY. Here is how I imagine they break up:

Mello, being literally so fucking bad at understanding Near and also being so bad at being normal in general and ALSO being bad at seeing his own value... I could see him suggesting breaking up as a way to test if Near really cares about him (this is deranged but so is he) and getting DEEPLY hurt when Near is not sobbing screaming crying on the floor pleading for him to stay. IMO Near is actually genuinely gutted in pretty much any situation where they part ways, but he sees that as his problem to deal with. He's not going to attempt to coerce Mello into staying in a relationship that he's (evidently) not happy in. There are. UM. Exceptions to this. But we won't get into that (<- lazy and also IDK if I can do it without spoiling a future story).

The biggest problem here is that even when Mello realizes he's miserable without Near etc etc etc he's wayyyy too proud to actually admit he made a mistake ending their relationship. I do think, however, that he would struggle to long-term stay away from Near fully. His impulse control is pretty bad so, like. Y'know.

I'll, uh. Refrain. From belaboring the point here [<- already plagued empress with the most disorganized thoughts imaginable yesterday about this ghsgjfsfhsdf] but I love the idea of a situation where they're exes because of Mello being chaotic and terrible and then he continues to be chaotic and terrible by starting to sleep with Near on a multiple-times-a-week basis again without actually acknowledging that they're effectively dating.

Like he's not fucking anyone else, he tells people he's not single, but he will NOT ask Near to get back together. He will however take literally one shot of tequila and just leave the bar or party & walk to Near's. "Ohhh I was just in the area" <- he had to walk 30 minutes to get there and climb up three stories of fire escape to do this. And he WOULD walk further if that was what was required.

Near is very nice and pretends like this is normal behavior because IMO he on some level realizes Mello is profoundly dysfunctional and is trying to figure out how he's supposed to deal with the whole thing (but is still in love enough and sufficiently used to Mello's deranged nature to put up with it <3 ).

Bonus points in my mind if this is a college AU or s/t and Near is roommates with Gevanni, who Mello fucking HATES on principle (read: is attractive and in Near's general vicinity, therefore must die). He has only met George (<- intentionally gets Gevanni's name wrong) a handful of times, but he was REALLY annoyed to find out that Gene didn't even know who he was bc CERTAINLY Near would have mentioned him. Gerald should really pay better attention :/ [Near is an undergrad student, Gevanni is a PhD candidate who desperately needed to sublet somewhere cheap and thought he lucked out w/ the most relaxed quiet tidy roommate Ever until this rude blonde guy started showing up and having loud sex with Near 2-3x a week]

#meronia #asks #neallopost

[russilton]

since the topic of gewis christmas au is open: I present a royalty gewis au where George is a prince (people’s princess) who has responsibilities and all the royal duties. He has to prove his citizens that he is worthy of being their future king and all that stuff. So of course growing up he was taught with royal etiquettes and following royal protocols.

Enter Lewis. A city man who is here for some kind of job. Maybe there is a charity event for kids or something. But him and George meet. They have to work together for the charity event for kids and get to spend a lot of time together which leads to a lot of un. Snowball fights with the kids, Lewis seeing George with his people and if George is this good as a prince, he can only imagine what George would be like as a king, Lewis taking (sneaking) George to do things he wasn’t allowed to because he is a prince and safety first. Them obviously falling in love.

Bonus for the Mercedes team: Toto and Susie as George’s parents. Toto having all these rules and regulations for George which parallels what Toto has for George now (his driver contact and not being able to go skydiving). Susie being the cool mum. Jack and George moments. Shov, Michael, and James Allison and Vowles as people that work for Toto.

Bono, Angela, Valtteri working with Lewis and they are all here for their company. Them helping Lewis sneak George away.

Obviously there has to be angst before the happy ending. Toto finding out about Lewis and George. George who used to be his perfect following child turning into a rebel under Lewis’ influence but really George was a rebel before too. He just never got caught until now. Toto sending Lewis and Co back. George becoming angry before he becomes sad because he just lost the love of his life. Toto seeing how sad George is and realising his mistake and giving him the green light to go get his man. George going to Lewis’ city and to his work place. George and Lewis confessing their love for each other and bam happily ever after.

Of course can’t miss Alex as George’s best friend. The one who is supporting George throughout and pushing him to Lewis and telling him to go for it. The funny, supportive best friend.

So yeah that’s basically it. Thank you for bearing with my royal christmas gewis au brain rot.

OHOHOHOHOOHOHOH YES YES VERY GOOD all fandoms need royal au’s and this is, forgive the world play, KINGLY SHIT, and I have extra thoughts under the cut if you want them

The only thing I would suggest (if you’re open to it) is finding a way to weave into Lewis knowing about or being a part of royal structure BEFORE he meets George- the only thing I am a stickler for when it comes to turning merc into a family structure is remembering that Lewis was part of it before George- I’ve seen lots of people other Lewis in place of George- separate him from them and make George their baby and Lewis an intruder- and that always feels unfair at best prejudiced at worst y’know, it was his family before it was Georges- if anything, Lewis made it the family it is (yeah I know bono and shov were there before toto and Lewis- bite me and take the ride) you could even have George be an adopted son if you needed to- it just feels wrong for George to suddenly have more right to them than Lewis just bc he looks like Toto and was their junior- when Lewis was a part of McLaren MERCEDES when he was in his early 20’s

SO I would suggest possible knight of the realm Lewis, also bc hes v knight core in sooo many ways- so he could be part of the upper military, young when he joined but proved himself and trusted, he earned his way to being one of the most decorated knights ever known, and hes loved for it. Toto knows him well but he was never introduced to George or Jack due to the political and military nature of his job (and it keeps away any power imbalance between him and George)- and Lewis is away so much on diplomatic missions for Toto with Angela, Bono, Val and sometimes either James that there aren’t rlly places for them to cross paths, especially if it isn’t a modern au.

Perhaps they were even on an extended mission for the last 5 years or so coinciding with George being trained more seriously into his role as a prince- Toto might have travelled between them but Lewis wasnt at the palace to see George go from a distantly talked about young man he saw in passing to a whole ass adult man. It also means Lewis would be well aware of the outer palace and places to hide with George- while giving George the upper hand inside areas the royal family lives that Lewis would never have seen

It would also provide the angst for toto- yes he trusts Lewis and knows hes a good man, but its suddenly different when Lewis is courting his son- and hes especially aware of their age gap. And Lewis gets to say ‘you trust me with the country but not George??? The country should come before your son’ which of course it should but its hard to be in that situation as a parent, and it works out when literally the entire upper court and susie point out what a good man Lewis has always been, how they trust him with everything except the royal dogs because Lewis will baby them too much- and toto finally softens.

Anyway i adore ur idea and it got me rambly as hell in the BEST way

#asks #autumn816 #mark talks britcedes #royalty au

[disneyprincemuke]

frat!logan who also worships tf out of his gf is 👌 genuinely peak content right there

and for some reason, i also love the trope of logan beinG INCLUDED IN THE GRID 🤨 THATS MY FAVOURITE TROPE BC IT AINT HAPPEN IRL SO I NEED IT TO HAPPEN IRL SO I CAN STOP WRITING FICS WHERE SOMEONE IS TRYING TO BE HIS FUCKIN FRIEND AKa my inthaf series 😔 h8 it here

but omg?? you're so real for this, i have so many wips ab future logan who's friends with every one on the grid bc it hurts my heart that he only seems to be close with oscar and alex. like obvi there's footage of him interacting with a few of the other drivers and this is only his second season about to start but i am pRAYING for more interactions between him and the other drivers bc i cannot keep imagining him on his own 😭😭😭

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frat!logan worshipping his girlfriend? i’d puke my guts out hello that’s so sexy of u to suggest

but yes ugh if i don’t see george n logan cunt off in 2024 szn i might wreak havoc in the sg paddocks just to make it happen like wdym the two it girls aren’t interacting at all? and UGH i cant get out of my head the logan n yuki interaction? kill me now 🫶🏼

but iIiIiiIIIII HEARD ANd observed that it’s also cause logiebear’s a lil introvert and that’s kinda felt bc personally, i spent a month in uni telling and convincing my ex that i’ll get by without friends because i was too shy to approach anyone (i got adopted by a group of friends so it’s ok now)

#disneyprincemuke asks #dpm x 🐟

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 33 - The Compromise

Summary: With a little encouragement from Fred, George comes up with an idea

Warnings: a curse word or two

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"I hate this," George said.

"Desk work? Yeah, me too, mate," Fred replied, shuffling through the stack of paperwork on his desk. "Gotta be done, though."

George sighed. "Not this. The situation with Y/N."

Fred looked up. "What situation?"

"The Remus one."

"Oh, that. Right." Fred used his wand to send a handful of papers flying across the room and into the filing cabinet. "Something new happen?"

George shrugged. "No. Not really. Unless you count my overwhelming guilt." He flicked his wand, sending another few papers across the room. "Hemalurgy is her passion. Every time she talks about it, her eyes light up. And it's killing me, Fred. I feel like I'm taking it away from her."

Fred leaned back in his chair and observed his brother.

"What?" George asked him when he continued to stare at him in silence.

"You worry way too much." Fred grinned. "But that's not always such a bad thing. You've kept me from blowing myself up more than once."

George sighed. "I'm glad to know my worries are good for something."

"Yep, they are," his twin replied. "So use them."

"Use them--what do you mean?"

"We've gotten away with so much crazy shit over the years and you've always kept us safe," the older twin explained. "Think Georgie. You're good at this. How can she get away with this and still stay safe? Well, at least as safe as anybody can be right now."

George looked like a deer in the headlights for a few long moments. Then, sitting back, he rubbed his chin as the wheels in his head began to turn.

Fred smiled and went back to his work.

~•~

Y/N sat beneath the window in her lab. The last rays of the sun illuminating the book in front of her. If she couldn't practice Hemalurgy, she could at least keep her knowledge up to date.

The last time she and George ventured into London, she picked up a few muggle books on hematology. Y/N fully intended on incorporating scientific methods with magical ones in her future research, despite knowing it would ruffle a few feathers.

"Hey, sweetheart," George sidled through the doorway.

"Hi lovey," Y/N beamed. "All finished up?"

"Mmhm," George nodded and sat down next to her. "How do you feel about a little celebration dinner at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Celebration?" Y/N perked up. "What are we celebrating?"

~•~

When George walked into her lab yesterday, Y/N never expected she'd be setting out this morning to tackle the question that had baffled the magical world since the first person realized they could wield such powers.

"My girl's gonna make history," George smiled up at Y/N as she sealed the vial holding his blood sample.

"Maybe so," Y/N grinned and placed the vial next to her and Fred's specimens.

"What about muggle blood? Don't you need that too?" Fred asked.

"Ideally. But we want to keep things between the three of us until things are...less precarious," Y/N said. "And besides, I'm muggle born. There still might be some indicators in my blood."

Fred nodded, then stood and stretched. "George is right, you know," he said. "If you can solve this puzzle, you'll definitely make history."

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. "Don't get your hopes up. People have been trying to figure this out since the stone age."

"Well, yes, my dear," George said. "But no one has ever studied it using muggle methods."

"That's true." Y/N tilted her head in thought. "Imagine the stir it would cause if lowly muggle science can answer the age-old question of why only some people are born with magic."

Three mischievous grins lit up the room.

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[mister-faltine]

Some ideas I have for the Faltines in the MCU:

Warning: The arts on this blog belong to their respective creators, such as Meritxell Georges.

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I would like Dormammu to have a "father-daughter" relationship with Clea. No, I don't want him to be her biological father, I would like him to remain her uncle in the MCU, but he would be the closest thing she has to a father, because Orini would have died in my version.

I would like Eva Green to play Umar in the MCU, because Eva Green looks just like Umar and she is an excellent actress. When I saw the second movie of the "300" and Eva Green was one of the villains, I could see Umar in her, I'm not even kidding.

As we saw at the end of MoM, Clea already seems to have been trained and I believe that Dormammu himself trained her in the MCU. That would be amazing to me, because I'll be honest, I never understood why Dormammu didn't train Clea on Earth-616 when she was young and make her his apprentice.

The reason I wanted Clea and Dormammu to have a father-daughter relationship is because there would be more conflict within Clea. Imagine, she has to choose to stand against her "father" or the love of her life, this would even increase Dormammu's rivalry with Stephen.

As for Umar, I think she can still be exiled by Dormammu in the MCU, as she was in the comics. However, I have an idea, instead of exiling her, why not make her a very distant mother to Clea? Let's assume that when Clea was born, Umar went crazy for losing her Faltine Form and would end up accidentally killing Orini, but would be neutralized by Dormammu and he would still take care of her. However, she would be very distant from Clea, not because of the Faltine Form she lost, but because of being in some sort of depression and having killed Orini. Furthermore, she could even "pretend" that everything was fine with her, because she doesn't want to show herself weak in front of others and could even be mean to Clea for most of her life. However, deep down, she wants to love Clea, but she is lost and Dormammu could help her get closer to her daughter.

As for Dormammu's look in the MCU, I have an "excuse" why he's like that in the Doctor Strange movie. Well, let's assume that the Faltines are mystical beings with "mystic fire" in the MCU as well, but Dormammu and Umar were born different and born more weakened. Not only would this make the Faltines mistreat them, but it would make even Sinifer (their creator) see them as a failure, causing Dormammu and Umar to kill Sinifer and be banished to the Dark Dimension afterwards. This would be one of Umar's reasons for not wanting to appear "weak" in front of others, because this feeling and "thought" was put in her head when she lived in the Faltines' Dimension. This would also explain the strange look of Dormammu in Doctor Strange (2016), but it is possible to have some changes to his face to look better.

As for Dormammu, I don't think he needs a "big motivation" like many villains are currently getting. I like him to be bad for the sake of being bad, I don't see a problem with that. However, I believe I can make a "slight change" for some people to understand it better. Well, let's assume that Dormammu likes to be evil, but he has a reason for being that way, that's because he is a "Lord Of Chaos" and his job is to bring Chaos to the Multiverse and keep everything in balance. Yes, that might sound "a bit Thanos", but it's way more understandable than Thanos from the MCU, because Dormammu is a representative of "Lord Chaos" and Lord Chaos has a brother called "Master Order". As you can see, Dormammu would represent Chaos to stop Lord Chaos from dying, because if he dies, Master Order dies and that's the end of reality, you see? Oh, and I would love for Stephen to be a "Master Of Order" in the MCU, because he would represent the Master Order and further increase his rivalry against Dormammu

One more thing, I think it would be good for Clea to become the new "Lord of Chaos" after a future Dormammu death, because it would show that she is broken with the death of her "father" and has yet to rule an entire kingdom . I wanted to explain this better, but the blog would get bigger than it already is. However, what I mean is that it would help Clea to become more powerful, more mature and more responsible with her power, because in the end, Chaos and Order would no longer be "symbols of rivalry", they would be lovers, because Clea and Stephen would still love each other and come together for Chaos and Order to be in perfect balance.

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That's the end of my post, sorry if my english is weird because english is not my main language. I believe that some people have already thought of ideas similar to these, so I would like to know what you think too. One more thing, I'm sorry if I didn't explain the ideas so well, because there was so much to write and explain each part sometimes it gets a little tiring, but if you have any questions, just ask in the post and I'll try to explain it better. Bye!

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[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP3. Replay Part 3

She probably expected it but giving out so much of her trauma away just to not even be believed must have hurt a bit...

Yeah...

Again, obviously using this story as a device to talk about herself. K Beatrice never really considered suicide like that, the one that did was Yasu. The way the story says that Kinzo and Beatrice's love is one-sided is interesting - that's not how its portrayed in ep7, though I can imagine that's how Yasu saw it, due to how her life was fucked up by Kinzo.

The referring of Kinzo as mage/magician/blacksmith is pretty interesting to me. I think it shows how yes a complete dismissal of 'maigc' we see in Battler and later Erika is bad and can hurt people who need help the complete enabling that Genji and others did of Kinzo's magic is bad, too.

B-batler theres another more obvious and clear definition of the "miracle of creating life" here stop getting frustrated!

There are like a hundred million hints here Battler! No wonder Beatrice is starting to get frustrated with you. The only bigger hint she could give at this time is basically force-feeding the answer.

Awkard phrasing considering that's not even true aside - you can tell how their dynamic has changed a bit by now. By this point at the last chapter Battler was talking about how she was evil and would never accept her.

He's starting to get it but then he forces himself out of taking the story seriously.... Ronove tries to get him back on track though.

Woah I didn't realize they gave actual dates here... honestly, I don't have the timeline of events 100% clear in my mind on certain stuff so maybe I should work on that with this reread....

He's able to get the general gist back, though! Thanks, Ronove!

Ronove chastises him for trying to use Beatrice as a sacrificial piece here too - obviously a hint that we should look into the people he loves.

Here is Rosa basically talking about the time she heavily considered suicide and then there's her brother and her sister making fun of her for 1. Not trying harder and 2. Being a failure at what she likes. I sit really any surprise Rosa ended up as fucked up as she is?

Man, this so fucked up.... not allowed to know anything, completely stuck inside one man's delusions....

I think the fact in this episode you spend time with a younger Rosa and Eva a very interesting a necessary choice for the game - here you meet an Eva before the realization that her dreams will never become true and a Rosa before she was thrust into adulthood with a million unresolved traumas and no support system - I think this was a very necessary choice so that we could see this characters not as people to scapegoat for all the misfortune but as complicated people.

Yes, that's a better assessment, as her entire life has been a trick by and for Kinzo...

This must have really fucked up Rosa a lot - I imagine she felt so so guilty about it. I don't really think you can blame Beatrice or Rosa here - the fault lies with Kinzo grooming someone to be so defenseless and naive to the point they can barely understand danger.

Beato has had enough of having Battler try to blame an ethereal 19th person now, Battler is forced to play like a big boy now.

I think this is probably referring to how Kinzow is unable to take any results other than Beatrice being brought back to him... other people might think of ways of moving on with their life and accepting their misfortune.... Kinzo chose to spend the rest of his life chasing something impossible and ruining the lives of many people in the process.

I can't really express it very well here but holy shit an animated CG.

I might be overthinking this but the fact this episode, outside the meta, refers to the previous episodes is a hint that this one was written a bit after the other ones - the contrast between episode 2 and 3 Shannon is kind of interesting but ultimately it's not that different, Shannon doesn't believe that a real future with George is possible so she's fine with dying after getting the highest attainment (the ring) she believes she can possibly achieve. It's just her death here came earlier than it did in ep2.

Ouch that line about crying himself to sleep over being furniture hurts....

These conversations are pretty interesting when you consider it is the same person struggling with their own thoughts, the part that is fine with killing themselves after getting a ring since that's the happiest they will ever be and the part full of regret and bitterness...

The lines of pure self-hatred are pretty tragic too...

With this board being the first one to go really off the rails the fact Genji died so early probably has to do with it, lol, that's kind of hard mode for Yasu.... of course, the narrative purpose is Tohya knowing the board didn't go as Yasu planned I and to hint us towards how it actually went down in actuality.

Huh.... they bring this up again right after they bring up how Kinzo's wife did the same thing when she thought/knew Kinzow as having an affair.... I guess Natsuhi suspected that as well.

You can tell this episode isn't written by Gohda anymore because Gohda has a scene without someone remarking that he is a snake and evil.

The fact original Beatrice roughly means "played a lot of pranks" is pretty funny.

Battler going uh uh I can't take this anymore here always felt a little weird as if this was any weird than the Kanon goat fight in epsidoe 2... that was due to the changed plans in 3 probably though.

#umineko #umiepisode3

[disastergenius]

Details from the Deaf West Spring Awakening pt1

Alright because apparently I’m falling back into my Deaf West Spring Awakening obsession again, here is my running list of favorite details that are in the most beautiful show I’ve ever seen. based on the Wallis version which is my favorite version i’ve seen (to be added to in future)

·       Because ive only seen the bootleg, I hadn’t ever seen the dress/guitar pass at the beginning of the show until I watched rehearsal footage, but it’s so simple and good to establish the show.

·       The enraptured way that all the cast signs/sings through Mama Who Bore Me with Wendla. Everyone else being allowed to move except for Moritz.

·       While Wendla sings Mama Who Bore Me, her mother washes her hands and I don’t really know what this is meant to symbolize but it feels like it should have some deeper meaning about wanting to communicate and still being unable to

·       The “her whole…heart” joke with Wendla’s mother beginning to sign ‘vagina’ and then moving it up to make ‘heart’

·       I always forget Patrick Page is in this because he like, never talks about it and no one ever asks him about it when they go through past shows he’s been in. I guess he’s got a very long career with more iconic roles than Adult Men in DWSA but I’m sad he rarely gets to talk about it.

·       This setting where the Voices are all relegated to sitting where you can barely see them is another very good establishing moment

·       Melchior signing when the teacher isn’t looking so his deaf classmates can follow along in the conversation as well, even signing a bit behind his back

·       What do you think they’re writing on the blackboards during All That’s Known?

·       While Moritz and Melchior talk about his dreams, and they talk about their fellow classmates; Otto isn’t paying attention so he doesn’t notice, but Georg does and gives the best “wtf” face in the background

·       The tapping the table for timing cues when Moritz starts Bitch of Living

·       the JUMP off the desk! YES Alex Boniello!

·       The lighting of this show is obviously extremely important in both a interpretive way to give meaning and as lighting cues for everyone to note, but I think Bitch of Living is where this becomes most apparent

·       The minor inclusion of Sean being Bobby Mahler in his khakis

·       Otto’s little roll under the table

·       Ilse on the balcony during the start of My Junk is so sad. She can see them but can’t join them.

·       Everything about the Desdemona scene is funnier, it’s so clever for them to literally give him a hand

·       Otto and Ernst covering their eyes when Frau Grossenbussenhalster and Georg

·       Ernst’s voice circling Hanschen on the bicycle despite him being surrounded by the girls previously, good foreshadowing

·       Also the little spin he does with Ali Stroker is cool staging

·       “It’s as if the whole world is obsessed with penis and vagina” what an ace mood (to be clear, Melchior is very much not ace but what a relatable sentiment)

·       I loved listening to Alex and Daniel explain the way that jokes get lost in translation because of course they would, especially the timing, but it’s something that doesn’t really make sense until you see it and it’s very smart of them to figure out a way to make sure it plays every time they do it

·       The cigarette pass between Moritz and his voice

·       This isn’t technically show specific, but thankful for the Seth Meyers performance for being the closest thing we’re going to get to a proshot and they did it the correct way by not focusing on the singing actors but by focusing on the signing actors

·       The circles being so personally drawn, then rubbed away in haste and embarrassment

·       Oh the ship

·       I really like that they put the 3 guitarists up on the overhead balcony for this part, you can’t see it really well but that’s a neat thing for staging

·       Also cannot imagine having to carry the double bass around that stage all the time

·       The pairs and symbolism has already been dissected but it’s beautiful every time

·       Frankly one could write an essay on this musical and a whole separate one just on all that they put into Touch Me

·       The tree is actually very cool to me in the way that it is constructed and the callback later in the graveyard where they are then individual trees, apart from each other

·       the different places they put the sign for bruise on each other, such good symbolism

·       Moritz not hugging Hanschen, good for him

·       I love how they imply that one of the reasons Moritz is not passed even though they have the space is because of him being Deaf, especially with the Milan Conference decisions hanging over the school plotlines. They never have to say it and yet it is crystal clear just why the teachers don’t care

·       The Dark I Know Well is another song you do a lot of analysis on. My personal interpretation has always been that the girls (+Ernst) are representing either experiences they have had or ones they are in danger of. Sort of in the way that 1/3 women experience sexual harassment/abuse, so literally everyone knows someone who has or has been a victim. The boys are both the perpetrators, reaching out and still appearing like a threat (circling the bed, grouped together with arms outstretched, not lovingly but grabbing). The adult man could be trying to stop them but he does the same movement, showing he is just as guilty (reminds me of the idea of, they know people who have done this but if they don’t speak out against them it doesn’t matter)

·       The hand on the ankle is a signal for Marta to start her verse with Ilse but it ends up being slightly terrifying in this interpretation. Like she’s literally never free from this experience of someone touching her

·       The beating scene is so weirdly fascinating in this version, I love the staging but it still plays weird to me

·       The gun being the same gun moritz later uses is so so sad

·       I love the decision to make Moritz’s father deaf as well because the communication theme ends up being about parents and children (the original). We don’t need Moritz’s father to be disappointed in him because he is deaf and failing, we already have that in the school. They have the same problems as everyone else in many ways

·       Frau Gabor never once looks at Moritz during And Then There Were None. She looks towards him, she looks around him, she walks by him. She never looks at him. He is pleading with her, signing at her, begging her to notice him struggling

·       Mirror Blue Night what a weird song: staging is gorgeous though, although I understand the confusion from a deaf audience who would have no idea what is happening, the good news is that the hearing audience also has no idea

·       So very happy they didn’t go for the animal masks

·       Oh the consent angle for this entire hayloft scene is so so interesting but I do not have the ability to discuss that without yelling

·       The very obvious religious imagery they use with two of them dressed as alter boys swinging their lanterns is a good costuming choice

This got very long so part 2 incoming

#deaf west spring awakening #dwsa #spring awakening #deaf west #spring awakening revival

[tarryloesinne]

OMNITRANYL - 14. Behind the walls

“You, the redhead, step forward and introduce yourself!”

“Phillip, my lord,” said Kevin. “Pageboy and future eternal knight.”

“An ambitious young man, I must say,” Sir William, in his silver armor and red cloak, stared at Kevin, I mean, Philip. He smiled and continued “That's good, without ambition you can't achieve anything! You, the tall one, step forward and introduce yourself!”

Kevin invaded the castle of the Forever Knights. Using an ID mask, he adopted the identity of Philip, a young red-haired man with freckles, a broad nose, and a great dream of one day becoming an Forever Sir. But for this, it would take a long journey as a page, to one day become a squire and, after much dedication, rise to the rank of knight. How he would earn the title of Sir was already something that his imagination did not allow him to think about when creating the lie.

At this moment Kevin was standing in a line with nineteen other young pageboys, with their backs to the main gate of the castle. Sir William walked briskly from one side to the other, his judgmental gaze wandering over the fearful expressions of the new recruits. Beside the knight, a squire with a clipboard took notes on the new members of the order and walked at the same pace as his lord.

Of the twenty young men, who at this moment were struggling to keep their urinary bladder functioning, only two besides Kevin (Phillip) are relevant to the story: Theodore and George. And why? Because they were the only ones that Kevin addressed. Actually, no. They were the ones who brought up Kevin, but after three grunts, two snorts with their nostrils and six disapproving looks, the Osmosian finally responded with words.

“... and should one of you be caught breaking any of these rules, gentlemen, expect no pity or mercy,” Sir William concluded his instructions to the new recruits.

Sorry not to put the instructions at the beginning for you to follow, dear readers, but it is enough that the poor pages are forced to listen to several minutes of blah-blah-blah; “you can do this, you can't do that”; “you will be beheaded” and a bunch of other nonsense.

Finally, the knight concluded:

“Are we clear?”

“Yes, my lord!” they all replied at the same time.

“My Squire will show you to your quarters. Dismissed!”

The row of pageboys opened a space between their members to allow the knight, in his flowing red cape, to pass, as he went outside the castle. Then the Squire ― a young man a little older than the pageboys, with curly black hair and wearing a ridiculous red and white outfit ― asked for everyone's attention and began:

“I would say 'good day' if it was a good day, but having to deal with their nasty faces first thing in the morning is bound to kill the 'good' side of any day.”

The stewards looked at each other, confused. Was this a great example of Small Power Syndrome?

The Squire continued:

“If you have any questions, keep them to yourselves. If you have any complaints, keep them to yourself. If you have any compliments, keep them to yourself too, because I don't care what you like or don't like. Are we in agreement?”

“Yes, sir...” they all answered at the same time.

“Great, keep up with me” And he followed through the row, bumping into the arm of one of the recruits.

Theodore tilted his head toward Kevin (Phillip) and whispered:

“Nice guy, huh?”

Kevin answered nothing and continued walking quietly.

“Please tell me that all this “friendliness” is not contagious?” said Theodore.

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“You three will be responsible for sweeping the yard.” The other page boys were also divided into tasks, but Phillip, Theodore and George were left with the task of cleaning the huge area of the courtyard. The upside is that it would be a large amount of time to be allocated to just one task, which would allow Kevin to concentrate on his next steps now that he was inside the castle. The downside is that Theodore and George were the talkative types and wouldn't shut up for a second, preventing Kevin from thinking.

“My father said that my name was inspired by the Knight-Founder of the Order,” said George. The young man with curly hair and glasses held his broomstick like a sword pointing to the sky.

“Really? I thought Jorge was the name of the Founder?” said Theodore. His physical features of Asian descent allied to his height, tall for his age, made him stand out among the other pageboys. At the moment he had his head resting on his hands that held the top of the broom and kept it upright.

“This depends on where you hear the story. In my case, it was inspired by the British version.”

“Cool. My name was not inspired by anything, I guess.” Theodore turned to Kevin and said: “And you, Phillip? Is your name a tribute too?”

Kevin answered with a frown and continued sweeping.

“Are you going to continue to be the quiet one? Then fine...” said Theodore.

“You should be sweeping instead of wasting time chattering,” said Kevin finally. “If Sir William shows up...”

“You've decided to talk at last!” said George.

“He's right, George,” said Theodore, “let's get back to work before Sir or his annoying Squire shows up.”

The quiet movement of the courtyard was suddenly changed by the arrival of the truck. As soon as the gate opened, the yard was lined with knight-soldiers: some to escort and secure the cargo, others to unload the truck and some just to satisfy curiosity. The fact is that in a matter of moments, all the attention in the castle turned to the vehicle and its mysterious cargo.

“What's going on?” asked Theodore.

Kevin approached his colleagues. He could not continue sweeping, as the crowd and his curiosity would not let him.

“Won't tell anyone,” George whispered, “but it seems that they discovered some mysterious technology in the west castle and are transferring it to ours for safekeeping.”

A square container reinforced with seals was taken from inside the truck and carried through the courtyard, with a sort of floating platform, into the castle. Riders escorted the cargo with guns at the ready.

“What did they found?” Kevin asked George.

“I don't know much. But from what I found out by snooping around my father's office.”

“Your father?” Kevin interrupted.

“My father is one of the Sirs of this castle. Responsible for tactical planning. Sir Gustav, have you ever heard of him?”

Kevin remembered punching a chief knight in the face a few months ago, if his name is Gustav he couldn't tell. George continued:

“He has a flaw in his right eyebrow and a patch of gray hair on the sides.”

Yeah, he's the one I punched in the face indeed.... he thought.

“I don't know him.” said Kevin.

“Anyway, they were after an ancient object called Chaotic, which according to them possesses a technology still unknown on planet Earth.”

“And what does it do?” asked Theodore.

“I don't know, man, but it must do a lot of damage. Otherwise they wouldn't be so careful...”

Kevin kept his gaze fixed on the reinforced doors that closed soon after this Chaotic entered the castle.

I'm sure that's what Albedo is after? He thought. The question now is how to stop him from getting...

“Hey, you useless!” the Squire's voice coming from one of the castle windows was still annoying no matter if heard from near or far. “Stop wasting your time and get back to work before I put you to work cleaning all the windows in the castle too!”

“Come on, guys,” said George, “we don't want to annoy the little king any more...”

Kevin went back to sweeping, both the floor and his thoughts. With a new objective in view, he had to rework his plans from the beginning...

#ben 10 ultimate alien #ben10 #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 #writing #fiction #fanfic

[f1]

Hamilton: Verstappen can break my wins record but Im working on slowing him | 2023 Canadian Grand Prix

Lewis Hamilton says Max Verstappen could “absolutely” break his record of 103 Formula 1 race victories in the future. The Mercedes driver scored his most recent victory at the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix in 2021. Verstappen scored his 40th win in the Spanish Grand Prix two weeks ago. Verstappen is 25 and is contracted to remain at Red Bull until at least 2028. Asked whether Verstappen could become the next driver to hold the record for most wins, Hamilton said: “He’s got a very long career ahead of him so absolutely. “Ultimately records are there to be broken and he’s got an amazing team.” Mercedes have only scored a single win since the beginning of last year – George Russell’s triumph at Interlagos last November. Hamilton said Mercedes have “got to work harder to try and continue to extend” his wins record. “I hope we get to have some, at least within the last period of time in my career, I hope we get to have some more close racing.” If Verstappen wins Sunday’s Canadian Grand Prix he will equal Ayrton Senna’s tally of 41 wins, which is the fifth-highest total of any driver. At this race in 2017 Hamilton was presented with a helmet used by Senna when he equalled his childhood idol’s former record of 65 pole positions. “It was very surreal,” Hamilton recalled. “Being five years old, watching with my dad, the dream was to be like Ayrton. And then the dream was to get to Formula 1 and do something like him. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free “To then find that you’re matching or equalling in terms of results – ultimately it’s unfair because there’s a lot more races in our time back than there were then. But still it’s a real honour. Verstappen took his 40th win in Spain “They gave me a replica helmet or something like that, so that was very cool. Max has been doing an amazing job, he’s had such an incredible career so far and he is for sure going to surpass that. I’m working on getting the car to where it needs to be so we can slow him down.” Verstappen the milestone shouldn’t be used to compare his achievements with other drivers. “People always have different kinds of careers,” he said. “Maybe some drivers, they get into a race winning car sooner than others. Nowadays, of course, we have more races than back in the day. So I never really look at the number. “But when I was a little kid I would have never imagined to be in that list. So for me it’s definitely an amazing achievement, for sure. But you can’t compare it, that’s one thing.” Verstappen said Hamilton’s record, which he is not yet halfway towards reaching, will be “very hard to beat.” “Obviously you need to be in the right car for a long time and we don’t know if we have that. But it’s also not something I ever looked at. I’m just going with the flow and enjoying the moment.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Red Bull has won every race this year. Verstappen said he isn’t considering that as a possibility at the moment. “If you look at how we are performing now, yes [we could], but it is very unrealistic, I think, because there will always be things that will go wrong in the season that are maybe sometimes out of your control. “So I’m not thinking that is possible. But when you look at it realistically at the moment with how quick the car is, yes, it is.” “Last year was already quite crazy with 15 wins,” he added. “But as long as I win the championship, that’s the most important.” Become a RaceFans Supporter RaceFans is run thanks in part to the generous support of its readers. By contributing £1 per month or £12 per year (or the same in whichever currency you use) you can help cover the costs of creating, hosting and developing RaceFans today and in the future. Become a RaceFans Supporter today and browse the site ad-free. Sign up or find out more via the links below: 2023 Canadian Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Canadian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

#F1 #Hamilton: Verstappen can break my wins record but ‘I’m working on slowing him’ | 2023 Canadian Grand Prix #Formula 1

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Dueling Duchess by Minerva Spencer

Wicked Women of White Chapel #2

 This is the second book in the series, and I wonder if I might have enjoyed it a bit more if I had read the first book before this one. Why? Well, there were references to scenes that I am pretty sure happened in France in book one that would have been nice to have read that might have given more information about the relationship between Guy and Cecile. That said, I wasn’t really lost reading this but did wonder what I might have missed.

 What I liked:

* The idea of a female sharpshooter in Europe – the ones I had heard of were in the USA living on the Western frontier – did make me wonder what circus acts were truly in vogue at the time

* Cecile reminded me a bit of Annie Oakley

* The idea of a group of women working together as they did in Farnham’s Fantastical Female Fayre

* That Cecile had a rough time of it but was a survivor, stood up for herself, and was strong. She was rather volatile and could hold onto a grudge for quite a while, but when she loved completely

* The growth Guy showed in the story although I wondered at times why he would have been willing to do some of the things that he did.

* Cat the young homeless girl and her dog George

* The ballroom scene with Guy the instructor

* Helen – the governess and also more – wonder if she wills how up in a book later in the series

* Blade – good with knives, rather spy-like, has Angus a Raven…or perhaps he has her, and the book coming up with her and Elliott starring

 What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about how difficult the French Revolution…and any war is

* What Cecile, Cat and others must have gone through

 Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? I think so

 Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 3-4 Stars

     BLURB

 “Another carefully calibrated mix of steamy passion, delectably dry humor, and daringly original characters.” — Booklist STARRED REVIEW In the newest of her witty, Regency-set, feminist romances exploring the roles of women in a rigidly patriarchal society, the acclaimed author of Notorious hits the mark with expert sharpshooter, London circus attraction, and French expat Cecile Tremblay. Bridgerton fans will delight in the rapier sharp wit, sexual fireworks, and thought-provoking entertainment of the Wicked Women of Whitechapel. When Cecile Tremblay lost everyone and everything in the French Revolution, she never imagined that she'd earn her living as a markswoman in a London circus. But Farnham's Fantastical Female Fayre has become her home, her family, and her future. Another thing Cecile never imagined was becoming entangled with the man gossip columns call The Darling of the Ton . But mere weeks after her rejection of his insulting carte blanche—and his infuriating engagement to an heiress—Darlington is back, this time to beg Cecile for help. And help him she will, by teaching him about honest work—and the right way to treat a woman. Gaius Darlington has always led a charmed life. Until now. Suddenly, a long-lost heir has appeared to claim his title, possessions, and property, Not only that, but Guy's fiancée has jilted him to marry the usurper! Yet there is a silver it's no longer Guy’s duty to marry an heiress to save the dukedom. He’s free to wed the woman he loves—if only he can earn her forgiveness. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. But fury is just a step away from passion, and Guy knows just how to arouse Cecile’s. . . Praise for Minerva Spencer’s Rebels of the Ton series “Brilliantly crafted . . . an irresistible cocktail of smart characterization, sophisticated sensuality, and sharp wit.” —Booklist (STARRED REVIEW) “Sparkling . . . impossible not to love.” —Popsugar

#Minerva Spencer #Wicked Women of White Chapel 2 #NetGalley #Kensington Books #Fiction #Historical Fiction #Female Sharpshooter #Circus

[outshinethestars]

Surprising Times (Vorkosigan Saga and Tortall fic)

I’m a woman,” Alan Vortrebond, the youngest captain in the Barrayaran space force in over a decade, said.

Gregor blinked at him.

“Are you… requesting a Betan sex change?”

“No,” he said, “I’ve been a woman all along.   I entered the academy under a false identity.  I can take off my pants to prove it, if you want.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Gregor said hastily.  He stared at him -her? processing.  She was very small for a Barrayaran man, and her voice, now he thought of it, was sort of feminine.  “Why are you telling me this now?” Gregor asked.  Why couldn’t she have made this announcement a year ago so it would be Aral’s problem?

“I want to get married,” she said.

“You want to what?”  Emperors, Gregor was pretty sure, were not supposed to be flabbergasted.  Gregor was decidedly flabbergasted.

“Marriage,” Vortrebond said impatiently, “I’m sure you understand the concept.  Groats in a circle, oaths, a lifelong bond of love and commitment, etc.  He asked, and I finally said yes.”

“He… knows that you’re a woman, then?” Gregor asked.

“Of course,” said Vortrebond.

Gregor was… faintly fascinated.  He had never imagined a woman successfully conning her way into the Barrayaran military.  If he did imagine it, he would never have imagined she might get married afterward.

“Who is this future husband of yours, may I ask?”

“His name’s George Cooper.”

No.  It couldn’t be.  There had to be hundreds of George Coopers on Barrayar.

“George Cooper the Caravanserai crime lord?” Gregor asked tentatively.

“He’s not a crime lord, he’s gone straight,” Vortrebond said indignantly, “Ask Captain Illyan.”

Gregor wouldn’t describe Cooper’s arrangement with Simon as going straight exactly, but that wasn’t really the main issue.  Until this moment Gregor had been under the impression that the only people who knew The Whisper Man’s true identity were himself, Aral and Simon.

“How do you know him?” Gregor asked.

Trebond grinned.

“Who do you think got me those fake IDs in the first place?” She asked.

Which made more sense than it didn’t, Gregor supposed.

“So, you’re retiring, then?” Gregor asked.  “Retiring” seemed an inadequate term to use to describe a rising star in the military revealing herself to be a woman and running off to marry a man who had once been in charge of a criminal empire powerful enough to give Jackson’s Whole barons a run for their money and was now something like the secret right hand man to the Chief of ImpSec, but Gregor didn’t know what else to call it.

“Oh no, I don’t intend to.”

“But,” said Gregor, decidedly out of his depth, “You can’t.”

“I’ve sworn my oaths, sire,”  Vortrebond said, suddenly deathly serious,  “They’re binding.  Even you can’t disregard that.”

“But you made them under a false name, under false pretenses,” Gregor said.

“Nicknames are perfectly acceptable for oaths, there’s precedent,” Vortrebond said, “And Alan is a reasonable enough shortening of Alanna.”

Gregor could absolutely poke holes in that.

This was going to be a political nightmare.  It would have been a nightmare even if Vortrebond left the military and got married quietly, and this was going to be a thousand times worse.  Gregor couldn’t let her stay, the conservatives would throw a fit.   On the other hand George Cooper was unlikely to be pleased with him firing his fiancé.  He could probably make quite a nuisance of himself if he wanted to.

This wasn’t a decision Gregor should be making on his own.  He should await and talk to Aral about it, figure out just how fucked they were going to be with the conservatives.

But, well.

Gregor looked at Captain Vortrebond, really looked at her.  He could see the confidence in her stance, her self-assuredness.  This was a woman that men followed.  She was a brilliant captain.  People had been saying she was looking to be the greatest space captain since Aral Vorkosigan.  Gregor wasn’t sure he could afford to lose her, he didn’t want to lose her.

And, a female Barrayaran Captain, an exceptional , beloved Barrayaran Captain who just so happened to be female.  Gregor rather liked the sound of that.  It would certainly be interesting .

“Alright then,” Gregor said, “We accept your oaths as binding to Us, and look forward to your continued service on Our behalf.”

Captain Vortrebond stared at him.  Her shock at his quick acceptance was gratifying after all she had put him through over the course of their conversation.

“Thank you, Sire,” she said.

“No need to thank Us for your continued service to Barrayar, Captain,” Gregor replied.  After all, he couldn’t wait to see what happened.

#gregor vorbarra #alanna of pirate’s swoop and olau #vorkosigan saga #tortall #fic and fic-like things #my stuff

[thecoleopterawithana]

From Rolling Stone no less! —>

“Paul is such a Beatle fan, he writes his own fan fiction. While playing “Two of Us,” he notes how these songs add up to a concept album. “It’s like, after ‘Get Back,’ we’re ‘on our way home.’ There’s a story! And there’s another one, ‘Don’t Let Me Down’ — ‘Oh darling, I’ll never let you down.’”John: “Yeah, it’s like you and me are lovers.”Paul: “Yeah.”Aaaah, yeah. As they say this, John and Paul do a bit of flirty mirroring — they both nervously push their hair out of their face. George and Ringo do a terrible job of pretending not to notice this chat, but at least they try.I will think about this scene more than now and then for the rest of my life.”

Ah, my dear, thanks for sending this along!

And of course, who could have written this but Rob Sheffield himself? Here's the link to the full article:

24 Reasons We’ll Keep Watching the Beatles’ ‘Get Back’ Forever

Other gems include:

1. The highlight of the rooftop concert: the joy of seeing Maureen Starkey, Ringo’s wife, bop her head to “Get Back.” Nobody on the roof is a bigger fan than Mo. She was a screaming girl back at the Cavern Club — she’s the only person here who ever stood in line and paid money to hear this band. (The first time she met Ringo, she was asking for his autograph.) She’s waited years for this gig. At the end, Paul looks over and says, “Thanks, Mo” — a beautiful moment that sums up what the Beatles were all about, but also sums up what they are about, even now, which is why this story refuses to fade into the past.

6. When exactly did George get into the lace bow-tie thing? Never noticed before, but he’s really committed for a few days. The man’s taste in boots and wizard hats is flawless. But since he’s George in January 1969, he can wear anything and look hot.

10. One of my favorite moments is just a couple of seconds: Ringo gets teased by the others when he orders mashed potatoes for lunch, so he makes a sad face for the camera, then breaks into a good-morning-sunshine of a smile. I will think about this smile now and then for the rest of my life.

19. Ringo plunks out “Octopus’ Garden” at the piano. Everybody chuckles. But George comes over with his guitar and helps Ringo turn it into a real song, asking for zero credit, even though he’s having enough trouble getting the band to consider his own tunes. The generosity here says so much about these two. On his 80th birthday TV special last year, Ringo explained how George helped him write: ��I can write it all, but I can’t end it, so he’d end my songs for me!’”

20. Late in Episode 2, John, George, and Ringo play “I Lost My Little Girl” — the first song Paul ever wrote, at 14, about his mother dying. (“Fairly obvious,” he admitted later.) A heavy moment, but a discreet one — nobody else in the room could have any idea what this song was, or what it meant. As always, they communicate in “Beatle code,” as John called it — a private language only these four friends can share.

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And a curious statement:

7. Talk about a bombshell: After George quits, John and Paul sneak off to the cafeteria for a top-secret talk, just the two of them. They have no idea the flowerpot on the table is bugged. I screamed, alone in my apartment, like I just saw the waiter’s bowtie on The Sopranos. Ethically dubious, but wow. So here we are listening in on this private chat. John mourns that their disrespect for George created a “festering wound,” and “we didn’t give him any bandages.”A week ago, nobody knew this conversation existed, and nobody could have imagined how raw, honest, empathetic it is. This is how these two talked? Yes it is, it’s true. Yes it is, it’s true.It’s intense, especially when Paul speculates on a future they all deserved to see come true. “Probably when we’re all very old, we’ll all agree with each other. And we’ll all sing together.”

Guess we here on tumblr dot com are blessed with access to information the wider Beatles authorship can only dream of... :/

#asks me why #the beatles #rob sheffield #that paul and john business #i look from the wings at the play you are staging #maureen #ritchie #geo #macca #johnny #get back sessions #my stuff

[allthatyoulove]

Butterflies and Flowers

Fred Weasley / Reader

Summary: You help a very drunk Fred Weasley to bed.

Includes: underage drinking/smoking, fluff,  suggestive/sexual situations (nothing explicit)

Words: 2.1k

A/N: This was a one shot I wrote that was requested by one of my friends :) Will probably do another one like this in the future, I really enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

(Also: In my version of this story, the boys and girls dorms are still separated, but each person has their own room)

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It was 3 am.

On a school night.

Everyone else had left the gryffindor common room, with our group being left with all of the confetti, plastic cups, and streamers on the floor.

The music continued to play in the back with the group around the room. Hermione and Ginny were dancing in the middle of the room, with Ron sitting on the couch and dancing along with them from there, struggling to keep his eyes open. Harry was filling up his drink again before I spotted him and stole it from him, telling him he was cut off. He drunkenly smiled at me, before he stumbled over to Ginny and started to dance with her. He always complains the next day about a hangover, so I figured I’d help him out. Especially considering it’s a Thursday.

Fred and George were in the corner, smoking. Fred was already drunk out of his mind, so I giggled upon seeing him staring at a spot on the floor. George was moving his head to the music and singing along. The party had died down a couple hours ago, but our group always liked to stay a couple more hours by ourselves.

I had a few drinks earlier with everyone, but I stopped after my 5th shot. Fred… kept going. I decided I’d save the blackouts for the weekend.

I started to walk over to Fred, him raising his head to look up at me as I was halfway. He smiled at me, opening his arms as wide as they could go. I smiled back at him, laughing at how adorable he looked.

“Having a good time, Freddie?” I said, plopping myself on the couch between him and George and setting the cup on the table. I rested my hand on his knee as he wrapped his arms around me in a side hug, pulling me into him. I brought my other hand to rest on his arm that was around me, smiling to myself.

“The best.” He whispered in my ear, putting his head against mine. Butterflies stirred in my stomach, my body heating up.

Hermione came up to us with Ron behind her, both of them red in the face.

“W’re g’nna head off. See you guys t’morrow!” She said, waving to everyone before going up the stairs to the rooms. Everyone giggled to themselves before Harry came up to us as well.

“Right, well, Ginny and I are going also. See ya” He said, taking her hand and heading up after Hermione and Ron. Ginny giggled the entire way up, trying to push Harry up the stairs.

George was the first to speak up. “Do you think they know where the girls' dormitories are?”

Fred and I laughed, choosing to not reply and let him come to a conclusion himself. A couple seconds passed before he spoke again.

“Ohhh…… ew” he faked a full body shiver before he stood up, brushing himself off and looking around to make sure he didn’t forget anything.

“I’m going to see if Angelina needs to be tucked in, you kids be safe”

I blushed and laughed, slapping his arm as he walked by. He winked at me and left, leaving Fred and I alone.

He was still resting his head on mine, with his arms around mine. The music had been turned down, which I just came to realize.

I tapped his arm that was wrapped around me, moving to get up as he let out a groan next to me and mumbled something incoherent.

“C’mon Freddie, let’s get you to bed”

He smiled up at me as I stood, his hands holding onto mine as his smile turned into a smirk.

“Try’na get me to bed, are ya?”

I laughed and blushed, pulling his arms to help him get up.

“Yes Fred, I’ve just been dying to get you to bed. Now let’s go” I said in a monotone voice.

He gave a short laugh, standing up and wrapping his arms around my neck, looking down at me. We were standing between the table and the couch, extremely close.

“Hi” he whispered to me, touching my cheek with his knuckle lightly.

“Hi” I whispered back, giving him a short smile before clearing my throat and looking down. “Can you walk?” I asked him, trying to ignore the tension between us.

I didn’t want our first kiss to be while he’s plastered, I wanted it to be something he’d be able to remember. And something he’d be aware he’s doing.

“Can walk just fine.”

I could feel him staring down at me, so I chose to instead focus on wrapping my arms around his hips and helping him anyway because I knew he was lying about being able to walk.

He let out a low chuckle and kept his arm around my shoulder as I picked up the drink I set down earlier and chugged the rest of it, throwing it near a pile of other cups.

“Woah... maybe I should be the one walking you to your room, love” He said, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. He waited a beat before talking again, “Actually, that sounds like a great idea. Can we go over to your dorm instead?”

The butterflies in my stomach came back full force, warming my face and filling my brain with the thought of Fred in my dorm room.

“What’s wrong with your dorm? Wouldn’t want to miss George sneaking in at 5 am, would you?”

“Ther’s  like.... 4 horny teenagers over there. I don’t feel like trying to sleep in the room next to them”

I laughed lightly, tightening my hold on his waist and beginning to walk towards the stairs.

To the girls dormitories.

“Yay” He said, wiggling his hips a little bit and smiling. I laughed at him, guiding him up to the first step of the spiral staircase. He held onto the railing and stumbled a bit, but had surprisingly good balance for the amount that he drank.

He reached the top of the staircase and walked down the hallway to my exact room, throwing me off a bit. He turned to wait for me to open the door with a neutral expression on his face while I looked at him confused.

“How do you know this is my dorm?”

His eyes were closed, but his eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips as he thought of an excuse.

“Umm…. I…. I jus- I guessed.”

He opened one eye to look at me as I brought my eyebrows down in thought, pursing my lips as well.

“Right.” He smiled a this-is-my-best-excuse smile at me as we stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Fred if you don’t tell me how you know this is my dorm y’aren’t going inside, bud”

He shot his hand up to his chest, pretending to be wounded at the use of “bud”, knowing I only use that when I want him to tell me the truth about something.

He laughed to himself about the gesture as I smiled, waiting for him. He waited a second before seeing I was serious and sighing.

“Okay, fine. Y’know those… flowers? That you got the other day?”

“...The ones with the secret admirer note?”

He winced and closed his eyes in embarrassment, leaning on the threshold of my door.

“Those would be it.”

My mouth fell open as I gave a short laugh in shock, staring at him.

He opened his eyes and laughed with me, taking my hand in his in a loose, but soft hold. I used my other hand to unlock and open the door between us.

“Go on in”

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead before he stumbled into the room, looking around at the posters on the walls as I closed and locked the door behind us. I turned around and watched him gawk at the posters, occasionally pointing at one and whispering “wicked” under his breath. I smiled at him and put my hands behind my back, just admiring him.

He eventually made his way around the room, walking back towards me in the middle. He stood right in front of me, as close as we were downstairs. He looked down at me with a soft smile. He brought his hands back up to my face, holding it softly as if he were to hold any tighter I’d break.

He slowly started to lean in, looking into my eyes as my own started to flutter close, waiting for him to kiss me. I felt his lips barely touching mine before he whispered.

“Did you like the flowers?”

I opened my eyes, staring at him to see him smirking down at me. I shoved him away playfully.

“Oh piss off Weasley”

“What? I want to know!”

I tossed my keys on my nightstand, sitting on my bed and taking off my shoes.

“They’re beautiful. They’re in the bathroom, so I can look at them as I’m getting ready” I said, motioning to the door that led to the restroom. He smiled at me, walking towards me again. He didn’t speak until he stood in front of me again, making me crane my neck to be able to look at him towering over me. He started to move forward, making me instinctively move back with him. He set his hands on the bed, on either side of me, and looked at me directly as he spoke softly, his gaze darting to my lips.

“I’m glad.”

I swallowed, not closing my eyes even as he moved closer. I thought he would do the same thing again, so I followed his lips until he gently kissed me. It was so quick, I thought I had imagined it for a second.

He pulled away and studied my reaction, searching my face. I looked at his eyes before looking back at his lips and going back in, my hands going to the back of his neck.

One of his hands went to rest on my hip, the other still on the bed behind me. He leaned into the kiss, making me lean back farther as he guided me farther onto the bed. He put his legs between mine as I scooted back, slowly climbing over me and onto the bed.

I used one hand to hold me up, the other staying at the nape of his neck, the tops of my fingers in his hair.

He was a really good kisser.

He leaned further, pushing me all the way onto my back as he never broke the kiss. He was leaning on his knees, his hands holding my face. He slowly broke away as my eyes fluttered open.

“I really really like you” He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb softly.

I smiled at him and put my hands on top of his that were on my face.

“I like you, too” I whispered back, looking between his eyes and his lips. He suddenly huffed out in irritation, and fell on top of me with an oof.

“I’m sorry, I’d like to go further, not saying you have to- it’s up to you, of course, but I’m so drunk, and I’d like to- I’m enjoying myself, of course, but-”

I laughed at his rambling before raising his face to meet mine, moving some hair out of his face and cutting him off.

“Fred.”

He stopped talking and grinned, “Yeah sorry I’m quite nervous”

I put my hands on his face, looking him in his eyes and trying to look serious.

“We’re not in any rush. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I really like you and I like kissing you, but we can kiss all day tomorrow. When you’re sober”

His grin grew as I talked, looking at me with admiration.

“Just kiss tomorrow, eh?”

I laughed at him, pushing his face away from me playfully as I moved to sit up.

“All right, you git- how about you focus on getting into bed without passing out first”

He pretended to think before he nodded against my hands and puckered his lips as a silent asking for a kiss. I kissed him and went to pull away, but he pulled me in again and stayed there for a while longer before pulling away. He kissed my forehead and patted my thigh a couple times.

“Scoot over”

I got underneath the blankets, moving to the other side of the bed and opening the blankets for him. He rolled underneath them, groaning the entire way through. I chuckled to myself as I turned around to click the lamp off, scooting so my back was to him. He wrapped his arm around me, taking my hands into his, laying them against my chest. I gave a soft kiss to his knuckles and wiggled a little more to get comfortable, suddenly feeling something against my back.

“Fred?”

“Just ignore it. And don’t move.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one shot

[saintlike78]

Ok so... I have a little request : Bill is not with Fleur, but he meets Harry's cousin (Dudley's sister, who is the complete opposite of her family and loves Harry as her own brother) and she arouses his interest, and from here you can continue as you wish, if you could do a little smut if you are comfortable.🤗🤗🤗

I know Dudley doesn't have a sister, but I like the idea. And sorry for the mistakes, but I don't speak English so well.

Never seen anyone like you [B.W.]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry for the long wait, but I loved this idea so much, but I just didn’t know which direction to go with it, but I hope you like what I came up with. Reader is the same age as the twins and is also a muggle. This is also kinda paired with another request, where the person just wanted a Bill Weasley smut, which is also included.

Pairings: Bill Weasley x Fem! Muggle! Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, age gap (7 years), mention of death, mention of nightmares, mention of injury.

The wind hit your back and made a chill run up your spine, making you shiver. Standing in the driveway of nr. 4 Privet Drive, you and Harry were watching your mother, father and brother leave because of the wizarding war threatening their safety. Your mother had tried but failed to get you to leave as well, but you couldn’t imagine leaving Harry behind and not being able to be there for him and to protect him, even if you had no magic yourself.

You had always loved Harry and saw him as a closer family than your actual family. You never understood what the problem was with him or why your family seemed to despise him so much, that was until he got his letter and he left for Hogwarts. You were so happy for him, but not being able to see him and only during the summer was tough because without Harry there to take all the slander from the Dursleys you, unfortunately, became the family's punching bag. When you turned 18 and finally moved out, you let Harry stay with you in your flat instead of going home to your family.

The house seemed eerie with only you and Harry and no future. You sat on the kitchen counter, Harry was pacing around the kitchen whilst you were waiting for the order to come and transport you both.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to leave and go into hiding yourself,” Harry said looking at you with worry.

“I’m sure, Harry, I want to be here with you and make sure you’re alright.”

A knock sounded on the door and you jumped down from the counter, following Harry to the door. Harry opened the door and inside stepped many familiar faces and some you hadn’t seen before. Having had Harry stay with you, you had met all the Weasleys (except for Charlie and Bill), when you had gone to visit The Burrow.

They all stepped inside one at a time and greeted you. The twins had made a huge show about picking you up and spinning you around telling you how much they had missed their ‘favorite muggle’, you slapped both their arms lightly and let them pass you. The last two people to enter was Arthur Weasley who you greeted, and one person you hadn’t met before. He had red hair, letting you know he was a Weasley as well, he was tall and had scars running down his face like Remus Lupin. You were almost at a loss for words when he stepped inside, your mind completely blank after looking at how handsome he was. You could already feel a little crush starting to form and you got butterflies when he made his way to you and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Bill Weasley, a pleasure to meet you, at last, my family has told me much about you.” He said as you shook his hand. “Y/N Dursley, lovely to meet you too,” you said knowing you should be letting his hand go, but letting it linger a little longer.

You both just stared at each other, completely forgetting where you were and that you had things to do. That was until Fred and George came up on either side of you, each placing a hand on each of your shoulders, prompting you to let go of Bill’s hand.

“Well, now you’re just missing Charlie and then you’ve met the whole Weasley-clan,” Fred said with a laugh.

You just laughed and nodded your head.

“I’m going to go find Harry,” you quickly smiled at Bill and got out of the twin’s grasp, leaving them alone with Bill in the hallway.

“Blimey, why did none of you tell me!” Bill exclaimed in a low voice.

“Tell you what?” the twins said in synch.

“Tell me about Y/N,” he said as if his statement was obvious.

“We did, we said she was really nice and that she came round the shop and by the house a couple of times,” George said, still not really understanding what their brother meant.

“Yes, you said she was nice, but you didn’t tell me she looked like that.”

Both Fred and George let out a laugh, “Well mate, we didn’t think it was important to say that she doesn’t look like the other Dursleys.”

Bill hmphed like a child, “you could have told me. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Alright alright, calm down Bill,” Fred laughed.

“But if you must know… she’s the same age as us, so a bit young for you eh? But she’s also single, from what we’ve gathered,” George informed their brother.

Bill just nodded and was about to ask more about you, but Moody’s voice was heard from the lounge telling everyone to gather around.

Entering the lounge, Bill spotted you and came to stand beside you, but slightly behind you. You felt his presence and turned your head slightly to give him a smile, one that he returned.

Moody briefed you all on what was going to happen, not without an objection from Harry. When Moody told everyone that he wanted there to be seven Harrys’, you had volunteered, since you felt kind of useless, being a muggle and all. This also didn’t go over well with Harry, telling you that this was out of the question, but you being just as stubborn as he would not let him talk you out of it. You told him that you wanted to help and that this was the only way for you to help with this situation.

After much convincing from not only you but everyone, he finally agreed.

“Alright, all the Harrys’ have a companion to ride with except for you Y/N.. you can ride with Bill,” Moddy informed you.

You nodded and felt a hand fall on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. You looked back at Bill, whose hand it was, and smiled again. He kept his hand on your shoulder as a form of comfort and encouragement, squeezing once in a while. You could feel the butterflies swarming around in your stomach and you felt all warm and tingly all over, just because of his small touch.

Not long after, you were clinging on to Bill as you made your way to The Burrow. You didn’t know what you were thinking volunteering, since you couldn’t really protect yourself against the swarm of death eaters that followed you through the sky. Bill was trying his best to steer and fight back against them all. Moody was trying to shield you from the other side, but then suddenly a green spark hit him, and he tumbled towards the ground.

You let out a scream and buried your head into Bill’s back.

“Don’t worry, the worst part is over, we’ll be there soon,” Bill shouted against the wind so you would be able to hear him.

Arriving at The Burrow you were met by Molly attacking both you and Bill with a gigantic hug.

“Are you alright?” she asked looking between Bill and yourself.

“We’re alright mum, but Alastor… he didn’t make it,” Bill said looking down.

You put a hand on his back, slowly rubbing up and down trying to soothe him. You knew everyone was close with Moody and that his death would hurt the Order.

“How is everyone?” You asked Molly, hoping she would bring you some sort of good news.

“We’re still missing Fred and Arthur, but it would be best for you to come with me inside… George was hurt, he’ll be fine, but I need to keep an eye on him,” Molly informed you both.

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You were startled awake by the image of Alastor crashing towards the ground. You were trying to catch your breath, your hands shaky and sweat running down your back. You decided you needed a glass of water and perhaps some fresh air to calm down. You quietly got out of your makeshift bed on the floor and tried your best not to wake Ginny and Hermione, as you made your way out of the bedroom and down the creaky stairs towards the kitchen.

The cold water slid down your throat and you instantly felt better, but you still needed some air. You quietly opened the door to the garden and walked outside, the cool summer air instantly lowering your body temperature and relaxing you. Finding a nice spot, you sat upon the grass looking up at the stars, you hoped everything would turn out alright, but you weren’t so sure with how intense everything had been last night and that was just a tiny mission. Your head raced with millions of thoughts you didn’t notice the scar-faced ginger looking at you from the door and making his way over to you when he noticed the number of clothes (or rather lack thereof) you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly as to not startle you with his presence.

You looked up at him and nodded. You patted the spot beside you, indicating for him to sit.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked in the moonlight, even if he was just wearing some casual plaid pajama pants and a knitted jumper, which you could tell was a Molly original.

You sat in silence as you both stared at the moon, the cool air having finally cooled you down, your temperature was now a bit too low, and you could feel goosebumps rise on your bare arms and legs. Bill who had been watching you making sure you were comfortable quickly removed the knitted jumper and handed it to you.

“Here, you’ll get ill if you don’t warm-up,” he said and you didn’t argue, pulling the jumper over your head. It smelled good and was already warm from leftover body heat from Bill, which made your stomach do a flip and fill with butterflies.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, “please tell me if you get cold and want your jumper back.”

“No problem, and it’s fine, I don’t really get cold,” Bill said.

Putting his hands behind his head, he laid down looking up at the stars. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the way his muscles flexed in the grey t-shirt he had worn underneath the jumper. Your mouth watered a little, but you quickly pulled yourself together and laid down as well.

You laid in silence and looked at the stars, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was like you had known him your whole life, it felt so right.

A couple of minutes passed before Bill broke the silence.

“Why’d you decide to go with Harry instead of your family?”

You were a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question, but nevertheless answered quickly, not needing time to think about your answer.

“Harry is my family, and I couldn’t just leave him, especially now… I want to be there for him, even though I’m just a muggle, I..I’m going to be there until this war is over.”

Bill nodded turning his head towards yours, your head already turned towards him meeting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close your face was to his, the way his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips made your stomach do flips. Suddenly he started leaning in, “I know this is very sudden, but may I kiss you?” Bill said lowly, almost a whisper.

You nodded and leaned in the rest of the way connecting your lips with his. You knew it was so cliché, but you felt instant sparks of electricity shooting through your entire body.

The kiss was slow and gentle, but then you felt Bill’s tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission to enter your mouth, which you granted. He leaned upon one of his arms, so he was above you, his free arm cupping your cheek and keeping your face towards his.

This went on for a while, but begrudgingly you pulled apart for air.

You stared at each other, both taking deep breaths trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“wow,” Bill sighed out, “you are unbelievably beautiful.”

Your cheeks turned red with the heat of the blush settling on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered and reached a hand up to caress his cheek.

You ended up talking until the sun rose on the horizon, the morning dew settling on the grass, making everything damp.

Your head was on Bill’s chest, hugging him to keep warm, but also just to be close to him.

“You don’t think I’m too old do you?” Bill asked, gently stroking your back.

Your headshot up from his chest to look into his eyes, “of course not,” you laughed and shook your head, laying it down again. Bill just chuckled and mumbled “alright.”

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You ran across the lawn as the black smoke figures landed around you. You tried to find Harry or Bill.

One of the figures shot a spell towards you and you ducked and covered your face, even though you knew that wouldn’t help. You waited for an impact, but it never came, instead, you were yanked by your arm into a broad chest. You looked up and saw Bill already looking at you, a concerned look on his face.

“Okay get ready, love,” he said quickly.

You didn’t get a chance to ask for what before the air was knocked out of you and the world spun around you.

You landed with a ‘thump’, eyes closed, still holding on tightly to Bill, afraid you were going to be sick.

“It’s alright now, you can open your eyes now,” Bill said quietly.

You opened your eyes, and you were met with the bright sun shining down on you. The light breeze caught in your hair and the smell of the ocean met your nose.

You looked around, the ocean was in front of you, and behind you was old, but cozy-looking, cottage.

“Where are we?” you asked, still not letting go of Bill.

“Shell cottage, it’s my family’s place… I took us here because we’ll be safe here,” Bill explained.

You nodded, but the relief was quickly replaced by worry and fear.

“But what about Harry and the others? They’re not here!” you rushed out, also leaving Bill’s arms to pace in front of him.

He pulled you back and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“The rest of the family is fine. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all went somewhere, where I’m not sure, but Ron promised he would let us know that they’re safe.”

You sighed out, still very concerned, but relieved that you were safe and hoped that Harry would be as well.

“Let’s go inside, love,” Bill whispered, taking your hand and leading you inside.

He first showed you around the house and then showed you to your room and let you freshen up or take a nap, just letting you calm down in your own space.

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You were startled awake by the images that played behind your closed eyes. You focused on the room, the moonlight bleeding in through the window, lighting up a part of the floor.

Your breathing was heavy, and your body was sweaty.

You tried to calm down for about 10 minutes, but you just couldn’t find a peaceful enough state to let yourself go back to sleep.

Your feet hit the cold floor and the wood creaked beneath your feet. You made your way out of your room and across the small hallway to where Bill had let you know his room was.

You opened the door slowly, peeking inside.

Inside you were met with a sleeping Bill, his shirtless figure on his back. You closed the door behind you and tip-toed your way over to his bed.

“Bill,” you whispered, already feeling guilty for disturbing him.

He stirred a little, not opening his eyes, but letting out a little “hmm?”, indicating that he was awake enough to hear you.

“I can’t sleep,” you mumbled shyly.

He didn’t say anything further, he only moved his blanket to the side and opened his arms for you to crawl into. You didn’t hesitate before crawling into the bed and curling up close to his body, already feeling calmed by his steady breathing.

“thank you,” you whispered, breathing in his calming scent.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you could feel his breathing even out and you knew he had drifted off again.

You closed your eyes and listened to the steady beating of his heart, lulling you back to sleep.

You woke up, your entire body warm from being wrapped up in Bill’s arms. Your legs tangled with his, his arms still holding you tightly against him.

You looked at his calm sleeping face, you felt so at home with him, and you let out a content sigh.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” Bill said, startling you.

“I’m not staring,” you fired back too quickly to sound convincing, causing Bill to slightly smirk.

“Whatever you say, darling,” he said and hugged you closer.

He opened his eyes, looking over your face and smiling.

Bill leaned in and pecked your lips slightly, gauging your reaction. You just smiled and leaned in again kissing him longer.

Bill deepened the kiss, moving so he was above you. You spread your legs slightly allowing him to get between them on top of you. The kiss turned more passionate and heated as Bill slowly ground his hips into yours, causing you to softly moan into his mouth.

Bill broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “Is this okay? Do you want this?”.

You whimpered slightly, “please Bill, I want it.”

Bill let out a groan at your words and reconnected your lips, hips grinding into your own.

The small whines and whimpers that left your lips egged him on and went straight to his cock.

Bill reached one hand between you feeling your wetness through your panties. “So wet for me and I haven’t properly touched you yet.”

You whined at his words, craving more of his touch.

“what is it you want, pretty girl?” he asked, teasing you.

“please touch me, Bill,” you whimpered out, eyes big and begging.

“Such a good girl,” he praised before moving your panties to the side and finding your clit drawing slow circles on the nub.

You moaned at the feeling and grabbed his arm that wasn’t working on you.

His fingers moved down, and he slowly pushed a finger into you causing you to let out a small gasp.

“I just need to get you ready for me,” Bill said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He then added a second finger, creating a delicious feeling because of the slight stretch. Bill used his thumb to rub your clit bringing you closer to your release.

He curled and scissored his fingers making you clench around his fingers, Bill’s lips curled up into a slight grin.

“Cum for me, my beautiful girl.”

His words made the coil in your belly snap and you came on his fingers as you shook and closed your eyes in pleasure. You were panting as Bill worked you through your orgasm. He removed his fingers and brought them up to his lips sucking them clean and releasing them with a ‘pop’.

“absolutely divine.”

He made haste work of removing your panties and the shirt you had slept in, as well as his own boxers.

When you were both completely naked, he stroked his cock a couple of times before running it through your folds to gather your arousal as a lubricant. Bill slowly started pushing into you and you both released simultaneous gasps at the feeling. He pushed all the way in and bottomed out in you but didn’t move as he waited for you to adjust.

“I’m okay, you can move,” you said and moaned when he pulled back his hips and snapped them back into yours, and set a steady and pleasurable pace.

Leaning down so your chests were pressed together, he sloppily kissed you drinking up all the moans that spilled from your mouth to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned up slightly to snake a hand between your bodies to rub your swollen clit. You didn’t have time to process before you came for the second time that morning. Your whole body shook, and your legs tightened around Bill’s hips.

“Such a pretty sight… think you can take one more?” Bill panted out.

You whimpered and nodded.

“Ah, use your words angel.”

“Yes, Bill, I can take another,” you moaned out as he kept pounding into your sensitive cunt.

“Good girl,” Bill said as he pulled out of you and laying himself down, guiding you by your hips to straddle him.

He positioned you above his cock and guided it into you again.

“There you go, my pretty baby, go own ride me,” Bill encouraged, and you wasted no time in obeying him.

You rocked your hips, circled them, and bounced on him until you felt yourself nearing another release and you moaned loudly.

Bill’s hand found your clit again and rubbed it until your knees quivered as you came again.

When you had finished, Bill grabbed your hips and angled you so he could fuck up into you, chasing his own release.

Not long after, his thrusts faltered, and he stilled as he emptied himself in you.

You collapsed onto his chest trying to catch your breath. Bill rubbed your back slowly, before pulling out of you causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“You did so well,” Bill praised, kissing your forehead.

“I’m never going to let you go, my pretty girl.”

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