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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 1 month

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sometimes I just get angry.

yeah whatever, but I just get SEETHINGLY angry.

because sometimes people talk about children with insecure body images, like they are the reason they are insecure.

sometimes people say they hate when curious little kids ask them questions.

sometimes people tell kids they are useless and stupid and they can’t know anything.

sometimes they act like all children are pure little angels who the moment they are exposed to something bad they are evil and impure.

sometimes I see people yell and scream at their kids for nothing, and hit them and pull them.

sometimes I hear parents call their kids disgusting disappointments to their faces and act like they can’t hear it.

sometimes I see meek scared anxious kids get so scared and wary around adults it makes me wanna cry.

I hate how people treat kids, I hate it so fucking much.

I know better than to listen to fuckers talk like they are devils spawn or only pure and innocent when they decide to.

I hate them so much, and I just want the kids to be okay.

to this day, I keep talking to suicidal 10yr olds.

to this day I talk with victims of child sexual abuse.

to this day I talk to neglected kids.

to this day I listen, and I comfort them.

To this day I feel only hatred and disappointment and disgust towards our world’s government. The people in these kids lives, the authorities, and the world.

because, I;ve heard this phrase once too many times

“Thank you for caring about me”

just, thank you. I’m not even there in real life, I’m not. I’m not anything, I’m just telling them it’s going to be okay.

and they thank me for listening, they THANK ME.

why, why do I need to be thanked?

why am I the only one who sees them suffering?

they go to school, they have friends. They have neighbors and local businesses, they have cops and social services.

and yet, none of them saw these kids.

none of them listened, none of them cared.

and I sit here fucking sobbing sometimes, just fucking crying.

because I know that I was the only one who cared.

the, only one in their miserable lives who looked and saw someone hurting and cared enough to ask what was wrong.

and I cry, and I cry.

because how else do I deal with that?

how else do I deal with the utter fucking disgusting disappointment.

that. I was the only one who cared.

how, how is that fair to them?

how is that fair to ANYONE!

how is this okay? How is this okay????

I’ve been through a lot, but these kids have gone through so much worse than me.

and they are suffering, and it makes me fucking cry.

how do people let this happen?

because I just cannot let it go, I fucking hate the FBI they have done nothing to help none of these kids.

I fucking hate the police who do NOTHING FOR THESE KIDS

I fucking hate the foster system who allows them to relive their fucking nightmares.

I fucking hate the social workers who don’t follow up, who don’t ask questions, who don’t do anything.

I fucking hate them all.

I live with the pain so many kids have bared to me, I will take their secrets to my grave, I will hold their memories with such kind hands.

but I do not believe in people who say they care about kids. Then say they think they are stupid, or don’t know anything, or are too young to experience or understand mature things.

fuck this shit, if I had a chance and I’d fucking rip some people’s faces of and grind their bones into bonemeal and make bread with it.

the utter HATRED IN MY SOUL, does not outweigh the love in my heart for these kids.

I will die for them, I would always die for the,. I’d always help them, I will never stop fighting for them.

I don’t think anyone fucking understands these kids.

(Not really I’m just being angry)

but every single day I want to bathe in their blood, god.

I want them to suffer like the kids they let get hurt.

but that’s not something I can do, or want to do.

I’m just disappointed and distraught.

I have done so much, and yet it’s not enough.

I won’t stop fighting, I won’t stop caring, I won’t stop anything,

these kids deserve better than anything, and I will die for them.

I will die, I want them to be okay and I hope they are.

I hope me caring about them helped.

I hope they have the strength to live, I hope they don’t feel evil for not being an innocent child anymore.

I hope they are safe now, I hope they are okay.

but. I’ll never know.

and that scares me, that makes me fucking wanna vomit.

I don’t know, I will never know.

and it hurts, I dedicate a small part of my soul for each of these kids and it aches with guilt and grief.

they only deserve love, and I hope they get it.

I’m sorry this rant is a mess, but it’s just something that’s always on my mind.

because, you have no idea how deeply people and society hates children.

because if they didn’t, I wouldn’t have so so so many stories of kids being tortured and abused, and burned, and strangled, and cut, and thrown, and killed and dead.

I love these kids more than life itself, but I can’t do anything.

my heart is broken and I am fucking guilty for how little I can help.

and I can’t do anything more than listen and care, I am not fucking soft. I am the strongest willed person, but these kids break my soul.

and I only want to give them something anything, and all I can give is hope.

I hope these kids are okay, I’m fucking sobbing.

I’m just so fucking frustrated for how much i’m brushed off.

how much I try, and how little no one cares.

and by fucking hell, is it just awful.

I am sent into a RAGE at people saying this shit, a blinding rage.

I want to fucking hurt them, it’s just not okay to say that about kids.

I want to HURT THEM, they tell them they can’t know they are abused.

I WANT TO FUCKING KILL THEM

I hate these people who act like children are some kind of mythological BEAST that is only good when it’s tame.

I want to fucking rip those people’s hearts out, I am so done.

this life is too tough for them, I will literally fucking punch them in the face and spit on them.

I do not believe in this shit, I cannot believe them.

I would break my heart and be punch and bitten by those kids before ever abusing or hating them.

I will try so hard, so so very hard to become someone that kids can be safe around.

because it breaks my fucking heart.

I want to fucking rip somebody’s throat out.

the next time I hear someone say

“oh the kids shouldn’t know what sex is”

“the kids don’t need to be taught internet safety”

”why teach kids about abuse”

”we shouldn’t tell kids about sexual abuse”

”we shouldn’t tell kids about what to do if they are in a abusive situation”

”kids shouldn’t know what rape is”

“Kids shouldn’t talk to adults”

”kids should only talk to other kids”

or any variation of that I hope people know.

you are the fucking problem, you ARE THE FUCKING PROBLEM!

I will literally never forgive you, I don’t care how against your morals it is.

you are hurting so many children with your ideas.

kids should know mature things, kids should know what to do when those things happen, kids should feel safe and not have to fear consequences for trying to get help.

I want kids to be safe, and that involves letting go of this idea that they are stupid, that they are dumb and horrible.

it’s embracing they are actual people with LIVES, not some prop, or nothing.

an person exactly like you, just younger.

they are just small people, they are just people.

they need love and care and community.

and they do not get it.

if you have listened to kids, or know kids.

you will know how heavily they rely on each other.

they have such strong bonds and dreams, and I’m so proud of them.

let go of this stupid idea that kids don’t know anything, they are smart creatives, and wonderful people.

and I’ll die for them

#-pop #activism stuff #anticapitalism stuff #anarchism stuff #disability #queer stuff #trans stuff #mental health stuff #children’s rights #youth liberation #youth rights #adultism #intersectionality

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impala1967dwinchester · 1 year

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Dean Winchester- A Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader

Pov: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Fluff, Angst-ish, Yelling, Cursing, 18+

Summary: When Mary Winchester ruins her relationship with both Dean and Sam. Y/n only wants to help, so she sets something special up for Dean.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request from anon.

WC- 1.0k

Dean W. Master List // Main Master List // Requests Master List

Listening to my mother come up with some bullshit excuse was more than I needed in my life at this point. She claims she's not blind to the way the Brits work, but I think that's bullshit. We both think it's bullshit.

Sam had been taken and tortured by these guys, and all the other bullshit they had dragged us into. She was less than understanding of the fake people she was working with. Sam is more than disappointed; he never grew up with Mom. I did, but it's not like four years can make a real change. Mary wasn't the same person I knew so long ago.

"When did you start working for them?" Sam asks he looks so sad, but I can't throw my own anger to support him right now. We had been around a lot of liars, we are liars ourselves. "Since the lake house, it was their case." I stand there dumbfounded that we were somehow having this conversation standing in the bunker.

"You kept that from us." I relive the whole moment, Cass had almost died. Her words just started to mold together. her bullshit lies. A hunter had died, and all for what a better way of doing things. I could never believe that my mother was that type of person. The person who puts herself before others.

"Our whole lives you've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space, so we gave you your space. No, you needed space from us." She stares at me and my younger brother, and I can feel another set of eyes on me. Y/n, a girl we found over eight years ago. She was a young adult, but to me, she was my daughter a daughter that I don't think I'd ever want to walk away from especially not how my mother just did.

"I'm your mother, but I am not just a mom, and you are not a child" My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear the words hit my ears. Not a child, I never got the chance. "I was never a child, so between us and them." Mary desperately tries to back the situation out of the corner it's been driving itself into. "It's not like that Dean." I swallow the words that want to come up, and look over at Sam, "Yeah it is Mary, and you made your choice so there's the door."

I at this point end up just walking away, my heart is broken and the tears burning at the edges of my eyes are hurting more than the anger I'm pushing further down in my chest. My daughter watches as I brush past her and into my room. Slamming the door, that's when the true and real emotion comes falling out of me. The tears fall and the way I just can't catch my breath.

I had just gotten her back, Sam had just started learning about his mother from his mother. All for Mary to go and fuck it all up because she wasn't honest because she lied to both of us. It's hours before I leave my room.

A knock on my door is what had me dragging my ass out of my room. the tears had stopped only a few hours ago, and the only thing that sat in my chest was the burning, boiling anger. I open the door, and there's my daughter Y/n standing with hopeful and sad eyes. "Dean, do you want to maybe come and watch a few movies with me?" She asks her voice cherry and trying.

As much as I would have loved to go out and watch a few western movies with her I just couldn't bare the thought of yelling or screaming at her all because of Mary. Or even worse bumping into her because she hasn't left yet. When I had haven't answered Y/n continued, "I even invited Sam, he's waiting for us." She tires, "Honey, I'm really not in the mood right now, so…" She nods like my anger is something she's used to having to work around.

It burns me, but she smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek, "That's alright, Dad, you know where we are." With that Y/n is walking away and I shut the door. The way my heart burns in my chest. My daughter and younger brother were trying to get over the yelling and how Mary had burned everyone here in the bunker.

I stare at the shut door, and then at the picture of Mary and I when I was young. I pull out a book, a diary of sorts. I write down everything that happened. All the emotions I wanted to push deep down, all the things that went wrong, and all the things that could have gone right.

My wrist hurts when I smell popcorn being popped in the kitchen. The laughter that's filling the cold and silent bunker. I close the diary and poke my head out of my bedroom door. The laughter grows and it's a mixture of Sams and Y/ns. I can't help but be drawn in by it. I poke my head into my man cave. The lights are all off, the only light coming from the TV. An old western is playing on the screen, and all my favorite treats are on the table in front of the old couch. "Dean?" I hear Sam question, looking away from the TV, "Yeah, it's me." Y/n's eyes light up and she turns a massive smile on her face, she pats the open spot between her and Sam.

"Come sit here and we can restart the movie." She says with cheer in her voice. I can't help but smile in return, "alright" I move quickly, Sam and Y/n are smiling widely up at me. "What made you come out?" Sam whispered, I dig my hand into the bowl of popcorn, "The food Sammy boy." He rolls his eyes, while Y/n curls up into my side. "It will be okay Dad, I promise," Y/n mutters as the movie restarts. I lean down and kiss her forehead, "I hope so honey."

Completed on: 05/08/2023

Posted on: 05/08/2023

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pascaloverx · 4 months

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Hit The Road

Chapter Eleven

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

So much time without remembering anything made your perception of what is real or not become strange. You slept with the man who killed you, almost died for the man you almost killed, and are being hunted by the clan you called family. You spend the whole way back to the Salvatore mansion thinking about it. You knock on the door waiting for someone to open it for you. You're ready to reveal that you finally know everything. Or almost so.

"Y/N, Stefan and Damon left to look for you an hour or so ago. Are you okay?" Elena is in front of me, relieved to see me. To think that she is almost a stranger. Even so she is happy to see you.

"Thanks for your concern, I just needed some time. The fresh air is good, right?" You speak softly trying to be gentle with her.

"Want to keep me company? I'm putting some of my stuff in Damon's room." This sentence pierces you like a sharp needle.

“Are you two…” You can’t get the word out that you want to say, maybe you’re in denial.

"We're giving each other a chance. I know it can't be easy knowing that knowing you and him had a past." Does she notice that talking about it casually doesn't it make it easier?

"The past is the past. I actually came to get my things. I'm going back to where I never should have left." You speak directly and then head towards the guest room where your things are. Some memories start to come back to you about how your history with the Salvatores was repeating itself. You came to kill one of them and ended up falling in love even without your memories. Before you get sentimental, you put everything you own back into the backpack you brought. Then you go towards the front door of the house, coming face to face with Stefan.

"Going somewhere?" Stefan asks curiously as he notices that you have all your things with you.

"My time as a guest here is up. It was good while it lasted but I think it's best to leave." You say, avoiding looking at him. You don't want to talk about your memories coming back so you think it's better not to mention anything about it.

"What's going on? Why this change all of a sudden?" He looks at you with that same sweet look you once fell in love with. But now when he approaches, you fear relive the pain of death. So when Stefan tried to touch you, you jumped back.

"It turns out I don't belong here, I don't want to be a nuisance. So I'm leaving." You say, passing with your things next to Stefan, towards the exit of the mansion.

"You remembered, didn't you?" Stefan asks holding the door as you are leaving.

"Stefan, I need to go. It's what's best for all of us." You say facing him, from a safe distance. As much as you want to get closer, you can't.

"It won't be the best for me. Being away from you would never be pleasant for me." Stefan says honestly, you feel a little nervous. As much as your heart wants to go to him, your mind doesn't allows.

"Live with it. You had a life before me and you'll have one after I'm not here." Being rude might help him get away from you. Right now you feel a little like Damon.

"I can't force you to stay but I need you to know that I want you here. With us." He speaks as if he silently accepts the fact that you also have a relationship with Damon.

"It wasn't our destiny to be together. Neither of us." You see Stefan get a little teary. So you drop your backpack on the floor and walk towards him. Your fingers wipe away his tears and you kiss him. A goodbye kiss. You know you won't see him again. So you kiss him with all your willpower. His arms hold your waist tightly, and you allow yourself to lose yourself in his arms. But the memory of him killing you came to your mind which made you push Stefan away.

"I'll miss you." Stefan says as soon as you walk away. You don't turn back, you move forward without even thinking twice. The path to the cabin is quick given the fact that you are a vampire now. But you didn't expect to get there and see Damon at the entrance.

"So you remembered everything?" Damon says as you approach, trying to enter the cabin without success.

"Get out of here, Damon. You should be with your girlfriend and not here." You speak aggressively, maybe it's jealousy or just a normal reaction to Damon's presence.

"I didn't think you'd come back. I thought it was better if you didn't remember things." He's trying to justify not telling me about my own history sooner.

"Fuck you. Fuck your lame excuse for hiding things from me. If you think me remembering something will make me like you again. You're confusing me with some doppelganger." He seems to have confirmed that you are back to being the same as before. His scoundrel smile is so familiar to you.

"I wish I could kiss you right now." He doesn't seem to take you seriously as he smiles.

"And ruin your chances with Elena? Never. You think you're a man above all else but you're nothing more than a boy who likes to have his whims fulfilled." You point your finger in the middle of Damon's chest. As if accusing him of something.

"If you think that about me, why did you fall in love with me? Why, even with no memory, did you come after me?" He approaches you, looking at you as if he was about to kiss you.

To be continued...

#tvd fanfiction #damon x reader #spotify #reader insert #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #matt donovan #tvd characters #hit the road #Spotify

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 3 months

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Hello, i’m back to scream and cry a little and just be grateful cause Btlio part 1 was a beautiful journey.

Promises

I’m gonna disappoint a lot of people by saying I’m happy Malec didnt get back together (yet). It felt like they had made promises to each other but also promises to themselves that needed to be fulfilled. Magnus committed to a beautiful life with his besties and son in his birth country. Alec committed to loving his kids and family and pursuing more than his current career. They both sort of have lives they need to live right now to fulfill themselves. I’m sure their paths will cross again and they will be so much more ready to create a life together.

Differences

Also think about it, they are both so different? Like they have all this love, they know each other from 20 years ago, they know their core characteristics and values. As Alec said, they really don’t know each other as older adults. A few weeks together reliving a love that once was is only a prelude of being in a relationship. I think they both have work to do and would need more time to get to know each other again.

Young Love

Yeah i love this one. Just that ‘fuck if we’re in love’ vibe that ignites a fire within. Alec needed to go to Indonesia as much as Magnus needed him there. It almost felt like they came together to remind each other how loved they are, how beautiful their lives are no how much more beauty is out there. Alec dedicated so much time to his family and kids and I think being with Magnus reminded him he needs to fulfill his needs too. I’m happy too they kinda got the goodbye their younger selves never had.

Love Story

I’m so excited to see the progressions in Malec’s relationship after this. Will they remain friends? Keep in touch for birthdays and celebrations? Will their love continue in their hearts and in their children’s? It feels like they will always be in each other’s orbit now. That 20 years a part was time for them to build love within themselves, with their families, with their children. I was sobbing at Magnus painting, it was so cute and just such a reminder of a beautiful time of their lives. True love is forever :)

L + B kids

LOVE THEM! I just hope their bond keeps growing and they have awesome friendships. Poor baby Ari and her health problems had me so soft :( I love how Alec loves his kids (and Magnus too)

Second chances + Happy endings

It’s crazy cause although Malec aren’t together, it felt like they got a second chance to experience a different kind of happiness. Like Magnus got to give his younger self the closure he never got and Alec got to remember that he matters too. Magnus sending that recommendation and giving Alec the support always to live truthfully to himself. Alec being there to help Magnus move back home and remind him of all the happy memories that place can bring. It feels like they don’t need to live in the ‘what if’ anymore, they can accept that life is so much more complex than their own desires. I hope their unconditional love and memories of their time together will give them the strength to keep on going (no matter what).

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Anyway, i love it all so much and am SO excited to see more of this series. It’s just so different cause it’s authentic and raw and just real. Like I get it, sometimes shit is fucked and there’s nothing you can do but feel through it. It’s not angst for angst sake but rather a reflection on the complexity of life.

You’re amazing. Keep doing what you do Eeshu. Not everyone gonna love it or get it but that’s their journey.

Mia x

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Hello my little bean,

I love you so much. I’m always so thankful for your words.

A few weeks together reliving a love that once was is only a prelude of being in a relationship.

- this. You get it. These few weeks were just them being in love. They don’t really know each other because it’s been two decades. That is a long time. Loving and knowing is not the same. You’re so right, this is just the prelude.

And yes, this was them getting a second chance to say goodbye because everything ended abruptly back then.

I don’t think they will be in touch for a while. It would be too raw, too difficult for now.

They’re both going through a transition phase in their lives, and these few days, Meeting each other helped them. They helped each other through this. Regardless of how it ends, the love matters. They were here, together. It will always matter.

Thank you for your kind words, Mia. This fic (including future parts) are a bit difficult to write so all your support means the world to me. Your words are always a delight to read. Thank you for the constant support. I am love you. ❤️🌈

#you’re the moment #BTLIO #malec

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hazelkjt · 2 months

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Just a bunch of dumb thoughts about Hazel I can't get out of my head

Clothing- Hazel prefers free flowing and/or non-restrictive clothing, trying her best to keep to her tribe's aesthetic while adding her own flair. Many in the Kha tribe do not adhere to only wearing the tribe's primary color, preferring and encouraged to express themselves and their individuality as they see fit; an aspect of civilizations outside the Steppe that the Kha integrated into their own culture. Whether or not the bright red her family wore is the Kha tribe's true color or simply the one her family chose to adopt, Hazel tries her best to incorporate red into her outfits as to always keep the thought of her home close to her.

Sleeping- Hazel sleeps on her back with her hips shifted to keep her from laying on top of her own tail. It gets numb if she lays on it for too long and the feeling keeps her up at night. Once asleep she barely makes a sound, her slumber deep enough to not wake up even as a rampaging Dzo is charging through the tribe's camp. Her internal clock is very precise however, as she's always up just as dawn breaks over the horizon.

Tail- Hazel's tail is exceptionally strong, owing to the much larger than normal size of it. Despite spending much of her youth touching it herself, she still gets a jolt of electricity shoot up her spine whenever she feels another person so much as brush against it. She can also have trouble controlling its movements when overcome by too much emotion.

Some examples are:

When sad/upset, her tail droops and the tip drags along the ground.

When happy/excited, her entire tail slowly sways side to side much like a dog's would.

When embarrassed/nervous, her tail begins to wrap itself around and down her leg.

When scared/surprised, her tail begins to curl upwards.

When angry, her tail droops like she is sad except for the tip, which is slightly off the ground and flicking back and forth sporadically.

Horns- Despite having an additional, smaller pair of horns growing from her forehead Hazel's hearing is no different from the average Auri person's. This is because these smaller "oni" horns (as she's had them be called by others in Kugane) are not hollow like the ones on the side of her head. Like her tail, Hazel's horns are also sensitive to anything else touching them, which is why she avoids wearing earrings and many headpieces almost entirely. The only exception is her fur-lined hat she wears while in Ishgard.

Reading- Hazel loves to read, but until she arrived in Eorzea she always found it a challenge. Often times, even after she grew into a young adult, she would have her mother Janis double check the words in the books she read as she often got them wrong. Turns out she has a case of premature presbyopia that was never diagnosed, and after obtaining a pair of reading glasses on her journey she never goes anywhere without them on her person. This saved her so many future headaches from forcing herself to strain over the letters printed on the pages of whatever she could get her hands on to read…but it doesn't save her from reliving the embarrassment of writing her name as "Hazel Kay" by accident for months on end.

Physique- Hazel's jet black scales and larger frame than the average Auri female led to her gaining the stares of many, many other Xaela of the Steppe, both from her own tribe and others. Most of these stares she could feel came from their bewilderment as to how she looked, though a fair few had some other thoughts about her. Many an Oronir tried their hand at claiming her as their Nhaama, Hazel's greater likeness to the Dusk Mother due to her darker scales being an extremely common comparison they all made. Hazel rejected them all however, as she too preferred the Oronir interpretation of the Azim and Nhaama fable and none of the suitors that took their chance felt like how she imagined her "Azim" to be like. Someone who could match her drive for knowledge as well as her strength in combat.

Parentage- Hazel's parents are Janis and Baato Kha, of which she is their only child. The two were always members of the Kha tribe and were infatuated with one another growing up. Following Eorzean traditions Janis read of in a book detailing the Eternal Bonding ritual, the two carved bone rings to symbolize their devotion to one another. Baato is a respected and renowned hunter for the tribe, earning the title of "Stonesplitter" after cleaving a Chuluu in two with one swing from his large blade. Janis was also a hunter for a short while before becoming a shepherd for the tribe, keeping watch over half of the flock of karakul the Kha raise. Janis is also fascinated by foreign literature and novels, having quite the collection in her and Baato's yurt that grows larger with each trip out to trade with people from outside the Azim Steppe. Growing up with a veteran and elite hunter for a father and a knowledge loving and ever-seeking mother, Hazel turning out the way she did is obvious to all within moments of meeting the family.

Hair- Despite her rough and tumble appearance Hazel takes great pride in her hair. She takes extraordinary care of it, always being careful when applying her red hair dye to the ends. She dyes parts of her hair red for the same reason she tries to always wear clothing with some form of red in the outfit: to keep her family close at hand. She keeps a supply of the dye stocked at nearly all times to she's always ready to reapply it when the color begins to fade. Hazel buys this dye from Calling Wind, an alchemist she met and brefriended back in the Azim Steppe. Calling was the one who, after making a deal with the Auri woman, allowed her to travel back with him to Eorzea after she found a rare herb that grows only in the Stepp to assist in his research.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv oc lore #au ra #xaela #hazel kha #lore dumping at its finest

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blupengu · 5 months

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Oh boy oh boy I finished Yves’s route…! Spoilers under the cut as usual!

👁️👄👁️ bruh

Okay one thing at a time! First off - Hugo is SO Yvesexual oh my god?? Bro just confess already please I’m sorry Ceres is getting in the way! “Partner” pffft yeah okay mister “I literally died from feeling too much love” sure, I hope we all find our own Hugo one day 😂

Also while all the CGs were beautiful in this route (oh his mask coming off, oh him crying in the corner, aaah the one with him sobbing into Ceres 😭 probably the best kiss CG even though it’s just like.. on the cheek LOL), can we talk about Yves’s hair-down sprite? Like… what is that. What happened? Yves honey who did your hair? Did you shred it with your sword yourself?? I would normally brush it off if it just looked a little odd, but Mathis, Lucas, and Ankou all have perfectly normal looking long hair (even Scien’s looks more normal) so clearly this was a choice. But it was a bad choice sorry my boy 💀

Now back to the route itself, I really liked it overall! Yves and Ceres I think have had the best romantic relationship build up (even if they both desperately need therapy). I just gotta yell out some feelings as if this is a liveblog lmao

The way I gasped when Dahut and Nadia showed up? Seriously I did not expect these two to steal my heart so much?? They’re truly a balm for my soul… Any time Dahut shows up now I’m like OH THANK GOD someone who doesn’t need therapy 😩

So… the science in his game has always been *hand wavey* and I think I’m generally good at just going with the flow in fictional stories, but like……… HUH??? Bruh I had to put down my controller and just stare at the screen for a hot second. We’re part flower - aight cool cool anime shit sure whatever. Their genes are different colors - uhhhh… okay, sure I guess? A pair of chromosomes are killed each year and that’s why everyone dies when they turn 23 - HOLD UP WHAT NOW??? Yoooo that’s actually hilarious it made me bust out laughing 😂 (I also still don’t understand why Yves’s family didn’t just tell Scien or someone about the fact that it was the toxins in the soil killing people?? Like bruh)

The whole “relivers can’t learn or change so people can’t even switch careers because their bodies don’t change” thing is also so dumb. Like… what does that even mean? If you worked out would you not gain muscle?? Practicing something wouldn’t help?? What about Hugo going from someone who didn’t have to work a day in his life to one of the best fighters just behind Yves and Adolphe in the Corps after he had become a reliver??? Ah nono don’t think about the science, don’t think about the science… 😩

I did very much love our boys banding together at the end though! If only it was against the mcfucking Royal family and Capucine (and whoever this mysterious “sponsor” is) instead of against Scien… dude I support your experiments, they really should’ve just let us die this time LOL (very glad Capucine got his ass handed to him though, god I hate Capucine… even though he’s kinda pretty, he’s not Jean levels of pretty enough to make me not hate him, especially after Nadia 😂 thank you Scien)

Also I’m sorry I went very feral with Lucas breaking free and showing up to help, especially in the Bourreau outfit in front of Yves and Adolphe!! Yaaas baby go use your superhuman strength to kill everyone, you’re doing great sweetie, SLAY!!! (literally) 😩😂 I really uwu-ed when Dahut was like, yeah I look up to Lucas so I’m kinda pissed at you Scien (best adult boy)… why do I feel like he’s gonna have a better chance at a happier end in Yves’s route than his own fucking salvation end lmao

And final thoughts, where was Ankou at the end?? I loved that he showed up to help Yves and he was the one to give him his mask, but buddy where did you go at the end??? Is there some multiverse or time travel shit going on???? Ceres really decided to follow in the footsteps of Lucas’s despair end with Yves though huh… 👁️👄👁️ sweetie I’m so sorry we really turned you in BBQ, a burnt chicken nugget, fire emblem Sigurd 💀 LMAO

Can’t wait to get into Le Salut!!

(But really why did Yves get 5 chapters when everyone else got 4… is it because he’s poster boy…? It’s because he’s poster boy isn’t it…)

#blupengu yells about virche evermore #virche spoilers

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The Carnival Collaboration

My first piece (1 of 3 lol) for The Carnival Collaboration by @demonlamb666! I couldn’t fit my idea with any fandom character so I used my lovely boy Rhys for it and definitely had a lot of fun! ♥ I always forget how fun OCs are until I write for them! He got a bit of a development here to fit his role better, so I hope you guys will still like him! Please enjoy!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LEMON, Yandere (in the later parts), Reader has a midlife crisis, PDA, Lots of touching and body contact, Wordcount: 3428

Chapter I - Distraction

Carnival—a place to fulfill all your desires!

Well, most of them at least. As you made your way through the stands left and right, you took in the sweet smell of candied nuts, churros, and cotton candy hanging in the air. The excitement of the kids screaming and running from one attraction to the next was prickling on your skin as the memories of your childhood spent at this carnival warmed your heart.

It wasn’t every day you got to go home to your parents and relive something you’ve been enjoying a lot as a child. Now an adult, you moved away, started your own life, studied, got a job. You moved on from naive pleasures, as were these events. Friends would invite you out to have fun every now and then, but it rarely was something as exciting as the carnival you still remembered from the past.

Booming voices welcomed you closer to their games, which - at your age - you knew were rigged and barely winnable. Still, you looked at the operators of the stands, smiling from ear to ear in their fun getups as they reeled in paying customers. Most of the time, it were the parents of the excited children who spent money, but you also saw couples trying their best to win prizes for each other and teenage friend groups discussing what to do next. It seemed like every kind of person was hanging out here, making you feel less awkward, alone, and seemingly out of place as you were.

Truth be told, when you heard the carnival was back in town, you laughed about it, thinking it was just a silly kid’s thing. Still, the longer the evening at your parent’s house went on, sitting on the couch and watching boring television shows together, the more you felt the urge to do something. Get out, be on your feet, explore. Really get your mind off things.

After all these years since you last visited the carnival, it was pretty impressive to see they were still doing well. A circus had joined them, as well as many other new attractions. They even had a small Ferris wheel now and bumper cars. Nothing that was drawing you in, but people were queuing up in front of the rides, and you felt happy for the carnival people to have a lot of traction.

With a heavy sigh, you reminded yourself not to think so transactionally. Your mind immediately slipped into dangerous territory as you tried to hypothetically figure out how well business was going for them. Your job was one of the reasons that you decided to come visit your family, rarely ever getting the chance to these days. You knew it was normal for children to leave home, move away, start their own families and work, but just last week, you sat in your office, looking at your work computer, when you realized you hadn’t even called home in months. These days, everything was only about numbers and profit, and you were sick and tired of it.

Life had become a drag, you couldn’t deny it. Get up, brush your teeth, drink coffee, work, come home, have dinner, sleep. All the hobbies you once had, passions and dreams, were neatly packed up in your moving boxes still. You never even opened them since you moved to the big city. Back then, you had become incredibly busy trying to build your life. You imagined that things would change once you settled, opened yourself up to new job opportunities, and organized your free time. But instead of the bright, sparkling future, you envisioned, you felt trapped between responsibilities and your job. You hadn’t met new people in years! And the old ones were slowly forgetting about you since you never had time to go out with them.

Before you knew it, you were burned out, craving things you couldn’t have and pitying yourself for it.

Even when you came home, one of the first things you heard was how proud everyone was of you for making it. For getting a good job and working hard so you could afford a - small, and a little moldy - apartment in the city. How could you break the news to them that your visit wasn’t a planned family reunion, but you, trying to flee from your depressing life for a while? That you were, in fact, not happy at all about the measly salary you had to live off on and that you’ve been eating the same kind of recipe for weeks to no end?

No, you couldn’t do it.

Admitting that what you chose to do wasn’t fulfilling or exciting you as much as you always thought it would was hard, no question. Almost as hard as sitting next to your dad on the couch, watching boring ass shows, and having him point out that the people depicted on the television weren’t as much of a big deal as they thought. Actors - or creative jobs in general - had no worth in your small-town, hands-on kind of family. They weren’t too happy when you decided to leave the town to pursue greater things, preferring if you had stayed and taken over the family’s craft store. But here you were, back in town after finding nothing but disappointment in the city, unwilling to admit that maybe they had been right.

Taking a deep breath, you held back some tears as you stood in the middle of the long pathway between the stands, leading up to the circus and around the carnival site. People were walking by, laughing, enjoying themselves. And then, there was you: a complete downer. You came out here to have fun and get your mind off things, not to be more miserable than you were in the city or at your parents’ place!

Surprisingly, the only sound that could break through to you in the cacophony of voices and jingles was a whistle. Not the shouting of the stand owners around you. Not the squeals of delight and screams of the children who had too much sugar. No, it was a simple whistle calling for your attention, short and directed at you, that made you lift your chin, looking around you.

“Hey there, Cutie,” someone called out to you, and your eyes locked on the face behind the voice, your body twisting into the direction. A young man who couldn’t be older than you waved at you, his lips turning into a grin as your eyes finally met. Brown curls framed a pretty face, a red, round clown’s nose glued to his real one. He was standing behind the counter of one of those throw-a-ball-at-cans stalls, inviting you closer. You had already passed by it while in thought, but now you noticed the stand was barely visited by other people. That, and the random person calling out from it, intrigued you. Not least because his gentle, yellow eyes were beckoning you closer as if he was just as captivated by you.

Looking side to side before turning, partly checking no one was planning on going to the stand, or you’d run into anyone, you stepped closer, curious. Watching you approach with a sense of satisfaction, the man ducked down briefly, pulling up three heavy balls used for the game and placing them on the counter before you. He presented them to you with an inviting gesture, still smiling from ear to ear now that he had your attention.

“It’s bad manners to whistle at people,” you reminded him, glancing behind him at the rows of cans neatly stacked. No doubt the bottommost ones were drilled into the board underneath them to make it impossible to win big prizes from this stall, even though they tried to hide the scam. Not that you wanted to win anything. You didn’t even want to play. But you also didn’t know what exactly the man wanted from you, other than play his game.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend, but…” Taking a seat on the counter next to you, the operator leaned towards you, and the smell of cologne wafted from him, earthy and warm. Like wood and spices. You couldn’t help taking a deep breath, the scent enveloping you gently, drawing you towards him, as the guy continued. “You looked a bit upset standing there. I thought you could need some distraction.”

Giving him a half-hearted smile, you looked between him, the balls, and the cans as he invited you with a broad gesture of his hand to throw one. He didn’t even ask you to pay up, but perhaps this was just a way to draw in more customers if they saw you play or kill the boredom of not having any customers otherwise.

“And you think hitting tin cans will help make aaaaaaall my worries go away?” you questioned sarcastically.

The man’s lips parted, showing his teeth as he grinned, hearing your reply, seemingly amused by your feistiness. Picking up one of the balls, he threw it in the air a couple of times, catching it in the same hand before holding it out to you. “Did for me. My tin cans solved all my problems. They might do the same for you?”

Even though this was definitely a strange situation, you took the ball he gave you. By all means, you appreciated the distraction, even if it was some stranger and you, playfully bickering and throwing balls at tin cans. Aiming at the center of the cans, you focused your throw, hoping to perform well despite it being just a kids’ game. It was good to know you hadn’t lost your bite yet when it came to challenges. You sure loved the tin toss when you were a kid, always wanting to win the biggest stuffed animal possible. But now, believing in the reality of never being able to win since it was rigged, it was kind of silly how easily excitable you still were.

There was just something about this stand that really got to you.

Just as you expected, you were able to knock off the top one and one can in the second row. But while the pyramid tumbled a little, nothing more happened. It was silly. Silly enough to get a little upset about it. Looking back at the guy, you noticed his eyes never moved from you, even when you were focused on the game, the corners of his lips curling higher as you looked back at him, now a little flustered that he was watching your fail so intently.

“I actually feel worse now,” you admitted, trying to laugh off the embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t,” he purred somewhat comfortingly. It felt like he was absolving you of your embarrassment, reminding you it was not that big of a deal. All of a sudden, the man lifted his legs over the counter, letting them hang down next to you before jumping to the ground. Standing on your level now, you noticed how tall he was, looking down at you with a mix of gentleness and… something you couldn’t determine yet. He was much more handsome than you had noticed at first glance, strong arms with defined muscles, giving his body a tender but muscular look. Wearing only a vest instead of a proper shirt, you could see the outlines on his chest before he suddenly disappeared behind you. Those big, strong arms wrapped around you just a second later, and you tensed in surprise, unsure what to make of the situation.

“See, there’s a trick to it, Sweetheart.”

Before you knew what he was doing, he pressed another ball back into your hand, guiding that hand upwards with his own. His chest pressed up to your back, your hips snuggly sitting against his. With the other hand, he pinned your free hand to the counter, urging you to lean forward a little as he lifted your throwing arm into the air and in position.

Not only were you completely enveloped by his body, but the scent of his cologne was also stronger now, tickling your senses again. It was hard to breathe in anything but this man, alongside the warmth of his body against yours, making you melt. His touch was gentle but no less assertive than the rest of his body, sending goosebumps over your skin, all while you felt his muscles move with your body as he directed your throw. This was more contact than you had with anyone in a long time, the years of not dating since college now showing you exactly how needy you were for this. You felt incredibly greedy for wanting more from this stranger, but he probably wasn’t aware of how strongly you missed being so close to someone. It was weird that you were so willing to get riled up by this stranger, but at the same time, it was exactly the distraction you had wanted. What was life without a bit of fun, right? Nonetheless because his scent was slowly turning you on with just how tempting it was.

When he said, “Now!” your body didn’t question his instruction, reacting instinctively to him, letting go of the ball in your hand, and… hitting all of the cans. The crashing sound of the tin cans falling to the ground while you stared in disbelief was only drowned out by the chuckle in your ear as the operator closed the distance to praise you, “Now that was an excellent throw, Darling.”

You instantly felt weak in the knees, hoping he couldn’t feel your body relying on him for support. Thankfully, your ears were covered by hair as you felt them grow hot after he whispered the sweet praise for the throw into them, rendering you flustered. It made you feel like a teenager again, flirting with the cute upperclassman. “Feeling better already?” His voice - a honeyed mumble - was still coming from right beside your ear. But you could hear the grin on his face all while you felt his body grind against yours from behind as he waited for your reply.

Taking a barely hideable deep breath, you hoped you wouldn’t stutter as you turned your head in his direction, glancing at him from over your shoulder. It had become quite obvious that he was enjoying this, so it was only fair if you teased him right back. He watched you squirm in his hold, feeling it as you pressed your buttcheeks against his crotch challengingly, first surprised that you’d play along, then grinning knowingly.

“That went really fast. I think I need another demonstration?” you purred innocently, all while brushing up against him with obvious intention.

“Of course, Sugar,” he agreed, wasting no time pressing you against the stall’s counter, making sure there was not an inch of space between your bodies. While you took a sharp breath, he ran his fingertips along your arm and down to your hands, both of his hands gripping yours from above suddenly, lacing your fingers. “Pay attention now,” he ordered assertively, teasing you with his voice ringing through your skull.

“Lift.” He stretched your arm high in the air, bringing it up and behind his own head, your shoulder close enough to his lips that you thought he was going to kiss it. Instead, you felt the vibration of his voice against your skin, making you tense as budding arousal made itself known between your legs. For a moment, he remained in this position, feeling your bodies breathe against each other, you so perfectly pinned between him and the counter.

“Focus on where you want to throw.” How? you wondered, his voice being the only thing that was captivating you right now, stealing all the focus as you wished he’d murmur it more into your ear. All you wanted was to lean in further to him, a complete stranger, and feel more of his body all over yours. This was less of a demonstration of how to throw balls than it was a demonstration of how good his body fit against yours.

“And throw!” Saying that, he directed you to lower yourself into your knees, ground his hips against yours, and jolted your bodies upwards until you were standing on your tiptoes, leaning over the counter. The bulge in his pants fit right in between your ass cheeks, letting you feel the delicious length you were dealing with as you let go of the ball at his command.

Unsurprisingly for you - even after the thorough instructions - you didn’t hit the cans as planned, the ball bouncing off the back of the stall, while the man let out a teasing, “Oh… That’s too bad,” clearly still smiling as he said that. Placing his hands on your hips for a moment, he pulled you back against him while your breath hitched. You felt like you were on a rollercoaster of emotions, pressing your legs together tightly to somewhat get a hold on yourself. “I’d have loved to reward you for that throw, Buttercup.”

Letting go of you, you whipped around, holding on to the counter behind you as the guy laughed, putting his hands in the air innocently as he walked to the side of the stall, letting himself in through the door again. “But alas,” he sighed, leaning down to collect the balls you threw and putting them away.

“All I have for you is this rose.” Pulling forth one of the cheapest prizes, a plastic flower, he slipped it behind your ear, leaning on the counter, supported by his arms. “But I’m sure I at least got your mind off things, right?”

With your heart still racing, you tried to keep the eye contact, the brilliant, citrine glow of his not being subtle about how much he enjoyed this too, as it drilled into you. You could tell he was a terrible tease, but you had to admit he wasn’t wrong. At least for a little bit, he made you forget about your worries, even if you found it hard to admit. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Tin Toss Boy?” you challenged him, keeping your chin high and proud, his smile growing wider with excitement.

“It’s Rhys. But if my little demonstration wasn’t enough to help you with your worries, feel free to drop by again tomorrow. I’ll be here aaaall weekend, happy to help.”

Winking at you, you couldn’t help but laugh for the first time since the exchange started. When you told your parents you’d be going to the carnival, this wasn’t what they thought you were doing. In fact, it wasn’t what you thought you’d do that day either. Chuckling, you took the rose from behind your ear, twirling the plastic stem between your fingers.

“Maybe I will, Rhys,” you made an open promise to him, turning to walk away as you heard him take a sharp breath before letting out a small, pleasurable grumble. You could feel his eyes on you, scanning you from head to toe, and it made you feel even hotter, hearing and feeling that he liked what he saw.

Looking back over your shoulder, your eyes met as you heard him say, “God, I hope.”

When you returned home, your parents had already gone to sleep, the house quiet and dark. You were still holding the rose in your hands, twirling it before your nose again, still faintly smelling his cologne on it. A draft of the scent and your body instantly remembered how his chest felt against your back, the vibrations of his voice in your ear teasing long-forgotten desires inside of you, and most of all, the hard resistance in his pants as you pressed against his crotch.

No matter how strange and intrusive this stranger had been, you couldn’t help that he set off a lot of neediness inside you, making you ache for him between your legs and even deep inside your core. You had never clicked with someone like Rhys before. Someone confident, eager, and dominant with what he wanted. It flattered you beyond imagination that he wanted you of all people; certainly, he’d have enough options with his dashing looks. But you remembered the hunger festering in his eyes as he looked after you, the thought better than sex itself. Maybe he was bored, perhaps just a little weird, but you’d be damned if you didn’t return for another taste of adventure you had with him the next day.

However, that night, you could only dream about what he’d demonstrate to you next.

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S&H Bonding - Mirror Talks - Ch 16 Aftermath of the Article

The Article hits Hogwarts and Harry's having none of the people suddenly believing him - luckily for him, Cho wants to give him her Valentine's Present. Elsewhere, the order meets to discuss the article leading Sirius to give Harry some advice on how to handle it and someone realizes the mistake they made and attempts to make it better.

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Knowing that the article was coming out that morning, Sirius had woken up early so that he could be around when Harry inevitably needed him.

Sure enough, right after what would be breakfast time, his mirror goes off.

“I hate it here. I hate these people. I hate everything.”

Sirius frowns, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Harry retorts back before going into details.

Apparently, everyone had been quick to read the article and write into Harry about their thoughts. Although most of the letters had contained assurances that they now believed Harry and condolences for the shitstorm he’s been through (some going so far as stating that they’d be taking up ‘his cause’), while others had called for a one-way trip to Saint Mungo's, Harry is furious at all of them. He’s angry that those that suddenly believe him, only believe him because they had read his worst memory to understand and believe him.

He’d been so angry that when Seamus had come to him to apologize (after Umbridge had given him another month’s worth of detentions for ‘spreading his lies’), he yelled at him in front of the whole hall. Everything he’d been feeling with regards to be suddenly believing him because they needed him to relive the worst night of his life (even pointing out that thanks to the dementors he knows it beats out remembering his parents being murdered) that a simple apology wasn’t going to cut it this time. That it was insane how anyone could have expected that they had a right to know the trauma he’d been through – even bringing Hermione and her actions that led to this point into it.

He laid out all of the times that he’d forgiven the students and the general population for shit they’ve put him through and how he’s had enough. That they’re lucky that he doesn’t have an adult that cares enough and is able to take him away from this shitty country and that he hates Voldemort more than he thinks everyone should reap what they sow hence doing everything he can to see an end to him. Like making sure that everyone is aware of his return and could prepare for it despite knowing that keeping his mouth shut would have made his life a lot easier.

“And then I stormed out. Everyone’s probably going to go back to thinking I’m insane.”

Sirius’ heart breaks for his kid. He deserves far better than this. “Aw kid.”

“That’s all you got?”

“No, of course not. I just can’t figure out the right thing to say here.” Sirius sighs, “Just give me a minute.”

Sirius tries to think of what would be helpful here. He understands Harry’s point far too well, people poking at your sore points and thinking that they have a right to invade your worst memories is awful, but now that it’s out there – alienating those choosing to believe now wasn’t going to help.

Before he could think of what to say, Harry suddenly shoves the mirror in his bag still activated.

“Hey Harry, doing alright?” Cho asks, (at least the voice sounds like Cho from the last time he’d heard her voice).

Harry must’ve given her a look because she says, “Right, stupid question. I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent on your side and you’d be surprised how many were hiding that they always believed you but were afraid to say something.”

“Yeah, I know some were…”

“But I didn’t come out here for that.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, I – well, because of all the craziness, we never got the chance for me to give you my present for Valentines and our six-month anniversary…”

“Oh, you don’t have to get me anything…”

Sirius laughs. Clearly his kid doesn’t get her hinting here.

Cho giggles. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

Harry coughs, “Cute?”

There’s a sound of a quick kiss.

“Let’s skeeve off today,” Cho offers. “I could give you my present in the prefect’s bath? Meet you there in a half hour?”

Harry’s clearly still stunned because she whispers something in his ear and he squeaks, “Yes.”

Another sound of a kiss and a teasing, “See you soon.”

Sirius can’t believe what he just witnessed so to speak and bursts out laughing. The laugh attracts Harry’s attention.

“Did you…?”

“I did,” Sirius laughs. “Good for you, kid. You could use the distraction.”

Harry blushes. “Yeah, I just…”

“You’re stunned. That’s okay. It’s okay to say no if you’re not ready, too. Just remember what we talked about alright?”

Harry nods, “Thanks, Pads. Talk to you later.”

“Bye kid,” Sirius replies, still laughing. At least his day is looking up.

***

Despite knowing that it was coming and Harry walking him through what the article was going to say, and that Harry could get into trouble, it was still a shock when it was presented at the Order meeting the night the article came out.

The members had come in talking about the paper and why they hadn’t considered doing it sooner to help the cause. Sirius had explained exactly what Harry had yelled about in the hall and why he was so upset with Hermione regarding springing something like this on him – he went through hell, he barely managed to talk about it with him and Dumbledore that night, and he absolutely deserves to never have to talk about with anyone else ever again. Let alone to a reporter for the whole world to know the very private details of his personal hell, especially that reporter.

Most had an ashamed look on their faces, a few argued if it could help them than why his feelings matter? If it weren’t for Remus and Bill holding him back, he would’ve attacked Moody. Considering the Moody part of the situation, he thought he’d be more understanding, but apparently not.

Dumbledore had actually agreed with Sirius, which makes him happy because it shuts down those arsehats that want to exploit Harry (even if it’s too late since Hermione already did that).

Now that it’s been done, they could use the article to their advantage – warning more people, gathering new members, and hopefully getting enough of the public to question Fudge that they could oust him. Not to mention that they had outed multiple high level death eaters, it’s possible they could push for some distance at least with those marked death eaters.

Unfortunately, Fudge is trying to combat the situation by banning the Quibbler within the Ministry and Umbridge banning it within Hogwarts. Dumbledore didn’t seem worried, however, since he knows that it’s far more likely that the students and general populace will find other ways to read it now that they know Fudge doesn’t want anyone to read it.

The evening edition of the Daily Prophet had even denounced the Quibbler as trash and to not trust the article of the interview given by Harry (although he’s described in awful slanderous words). Words that made Sirius want to break his promise and see to Fudge earlier on, rather than waiting. Maybe he could get Dobby to mess with him?

The discussion was a long one and reminded Sirius that although Harry’s rightfully upset, ultimately this is a good thing – at least now, they could make some headway in the situation. At least telling him how helpful it could be to the Order might help Harry feel better about the situation.

Finally, Dumbledore ends the meeting. Leaving Sirius with Bill, Kingsley and Remus sitting in the corner while Molly opts to cook dinner and Arthur chats with Tonks and Moody on the other end.

Since the meeting is over and mostly everyone’s gone, Bill leans over and asks, “So, do you know why Harry missed his occlumency lesson today?”

Sirius narrows his eyes at Bill because he sounds as if he knows that he’s not the sole method of communication between Sirius and Harry. “How would I know? You didn’t get a letter from him today.”

“Relax, I don’t intend to tell on you or anything,” Bill says. “It’s just been plainly obvious to me and anyone who’s been paying the least bit of attention that you and Harry have an alternative way to talk.”

“What makes you say that?” Sirius asks, impassively. He would not be giving up any information regarding his communication with Harry.

Bill laughs. “Oh, Sirius, if you didn’t have any communication with Harry and then suddenly had communication via me, your letters would be more than ‘got valentine’s day / girlfriend issues’. The letters are too short – cute little notes that don’t really indicate that close of a relationship – and given what happened over the holidays, it’s quite clear that you have an extremely close relationship. Plus, you almost never listen to my debriefs about Snape’s arseholery because you clearly already know.”

Bill has a point, of course, and it doesn’t help when Kingsley adds, “Besides, you know way too much about what’s going on with him at Hogwarts for it simply to be quick notes from Bill and no notes in the fall term.”

“But we won’t say anything because we’re too curious for the answer to tell on you,” Bill offers.

“And because it’s clearly been good for both of you,” Kingsley comments. “You’ve gotten a lot better since September, which makes no sense unless…” you have a way to talk to your kid.

He doesn’t have to finish his thought for Sirius to get where he was going.

“So, you going to tell us?”

Sirius gives him a look, but then looks at the laughing Remus, “You know they’re right; it has been very obvious.”

“Fine, yes, I do have a way – through some mirrors James and I made when we were twelve so we could talk to each other while in separate detentions,” Sirius explains after casting an anti-eavesdropping spell he remembers from school. “He says my name into his and his face appears in mine and I can talk to him. I went to check on him after I saw him dead on the floor thanks to the Boggart before school started and we ended up talking. I gave him the mirror and it’s been quite the godsend, honestly.”

“You and James were so codependent that you couldn’t even have detention without each other?” Bill laughs.

“That’s what those mirrors were for?” Remus questions, sounding incredulous. “I mean, I know you use mirrors for you and Harry, but somehow never connected the dots back to the mirrors you and James used to carry around.”

Sirius gives him a look. “Why else would we carry around matching mirrors?”

“Well, I – I thought you were just… vain.”

Sirius shakes his head and looks at Bill, “We weren’t codependent – we just liked talking to each other and being by each other – even in detention and …”

“And now what you mentioned the other week makes so much more sense,” Bill states, with a laugh.

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Okay, that’s not the reason why – we made the mirrors in first year.”

Kingsley is giving them a confused looks that although Bill and Remus are chuckling.

“Maybe you just didn’t realize,” Bill teases.

“I should’ve realized,” Remus jokes.

“Alright, alright,” Sirius says. “It doesn’t matter why we created the mirrors, it’s just that we did, and I gave Harry the mirror and I – I talk to him pretty much every day.”

“Nice,” Bill grins. “So now, back to my original question, do you know why didn’t show up today?”

Sirius coughs and laughs, “I don’t think he’d want me to tell you all, but let's just say that Cho followed through on her bubbles plan.”

“No way, really?” Bill questions. “I was fairly certain that I talked him out of bubbles at least.”

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but he was talking to me after the chaos Dumbledore mentioned when the article hit Hogwarts, when Cho found him and offered to skeeve off classes and follow through with her original Valentine’s night plan had Hermione not ruined it,” Sirius smiles. “I haven’t heard from him since, so I figure he’s been thoroughly distracted all day.”

They all laugh, even Kingsley (who could obviously put the pieces together).

“Good for him,” Kingsley says. “I’m sure it helped quite a bit.”

“I agree. Nothing like having that kind of fun for stress relief,” Sirius says. “Certainly, miss it.”

“You know, since you’re single now and have been for a while, you could find someone else, if you wanted,” Remus offers.

Sirius shakes his head, “I’m in hiding, Moony. Who am I going to date, Moody?”

“Gross,” Bill and Kingsley respond.

Remus rolls his eyes, “There are other men in the order.”

“Not many – most are married or gross,” Sirius replies. “And don’t you dare suggest Snivellus.”

“Nah, you two would kill each other first,” Remus jokes. “Besides, he’s obviously not into men considering he’s still pining after…”

“Ah, right,” Sirius responds. “That’s good because he’s definitely a no-go.”

“What about Kings,” Remus offers, nodding at the auror, who helpfully wiggles his eyebrows at Sirius.

It’s not that Kingsley isn’t attractive, it’s that he’s not James. Which isn’t a fair standard by any means, Sirius thinks, but he can’t help it – he wants James.

“Yeah, how about it, Sirius?” Kingsley teases. “Think you’d like a crack at this.” He gestures to himself in a way that makes all four of them burst out laughing.

“You’re certainly intriguing, but you also work for the Ministry that’s after my head.”

“Fair point, but I’ve been heading the manhunt away from where you are and I do have so many interesting photos of you in my office,” Kingsley teases.

Sirius thinks about all of the erotic photos he’d done for James whenever he had to be away from him for an order mission, but there’s no way Kingsley found them. Just as he opens his mouth to refute this idea, the other three burst out laughing. Obviously, a joke.

“Oh,” Sirius breathes relieved. “You were joking.”

Suddenly, the three of them are looking at him, intrigued.

“Wait, wait, wait, you have photos like that?” Bill asks, looking interested. “Can I see them?”

“No!” he pauses. “I mean – no, I don’t have any photos like that, and you have a girlfriend!”

“Yeah, but she’s been curious, too,” Bill offers as Remus says, “Lies.”

“Fleur has been curious about me?” Sirius asks, not sure if he should be flattered or concerned. “You’re curious about me?”

“Well, yeah, you used to be attractive.”

“Used to be?” Sirius asks, offended. “I am still very attractive.”

“I agree. That’s why you should give me a shot,” Kingsley offers. “I would make you feel sexy, again.”

It is tempting, but he doesn’t think he could do it. His heart still belongs to James even if he’s gone.

“If we ever got caught, you’d be in more trouble than the average bloke. I wouldn’t want to put you in that position,” Sirius offers as an excuse to let him down easy.

“Fair point.”

“You know, maybe Charlie might –” Bill starts.

“No,” Sirius states, startling them. “Look I appreciate your efforts, but honestly, my heart still belongs to James, I’m a fugitive and I’ve got a kid that’s the center of a war. I don’t have time for dating, and I don’t really think I could even consider someone else right now.”

“Fair.”

“But if you all are looking to set someone up, you should try helping Remus with his little crush,” Sirius teases, wiggling his eyebrows at Remus.

“I told you nothing is happening, and you need to drop it.”

“Right because those doe eyes prove nothing is going on,” Sirius retorts.

“He’s right, Remus,” Kingsley adds. “It has been obvious for months.”

“I disagree because there’s nothing going on,” Remus states, plainly.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“It’s the truth. Besides, I’ve got a mile long list why it can never happen – even more than your reasons for not dating Kingsley,” Remus says, giving Sirius a look.

“You’re a fugitive, too? I had no idea,” Sirius jokes, causing Bill and Kingsley to laugh.

“Shut up, you’re not funny.”

“Judging by the laughter, I’d say I am,” Sirius grins, but before Remus could respond the gruff voice of Moody says, “What are you lads up to over here?”

Dispelling the spell, Sirius says, now frowning, “Nothing to worry about, Moody.”

“Why don’t I believe you, laddie?” Moody frowns. “No one uses an anti-listening spell for something that’s nothing.”

“It’s just something private, Mad-eye,” Remus states. “Nothing concerning.”

Moody probes with some specific questions for several minutes, in which Sirius’ frown deepens. It bothers him the way that Moody is acting as if he has some sort of right to break Sirius’ privacy, the same way the order mainly acts towards Harry’s privacy.

Finally, Sirius says, “If I tell you that it’s private and that it’s none of your business – it’s not.”

Moody opens his mouth to counter when Kingsley intervenes telling Moody, ‘That he needs to let go of that need to know everything attitude and realize that he isn’t owed any knowledge he wants’.

Moody gruffs and mutters some unintelligible before limping away and leaving the kitchen. The somewhat fun mood obviously killed.

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It’s much later, when Sirius is half asleep (because he’s convinced Harry won’t be calling tonight), when Harry does, in fact, call.

“Pads!” a cheery voice shocks him out his slumber.

“Hey kid,” Sirius says, rubbing at his eyes and trying not to look that sleepy. “You look happy.”

“And relaxed,” Harry smiles. “I know it’ll be ruined tomorrow, but I had a great day after we talked.”

“I bet you did,” Sirius smiles. “I suppose you’re calling to tell me it went well?”

“It did – I didn’t realize what I was missing,” Harry grins. “We started off in the Perfect’s Bath, but then Malfoy was going to crash it according to Dobby, so he took us to the Room of Requirement.” He pauses. “Which reminds me – have you been having him spy on me?”

“No, absolutely not. I wouldn’t do that to you after last summer.”

“Oh, good.” Harry pauses. “But then why would he be around to help all the time?”

“I think he bonded to you and decided to basically be your elf after you rescued him,” Sirius offers. “But it’s only a partial bond because he was able to leave and get paid by Hogwarts, so it’s a bit complicated to be sure.”

Harry frowns. “I don’t really like having an elf.”

“I don’t either, but I don’t really know for sure, it’s just my assumption,” Sirius says.

“Yeah, anyway. I just wanted to call you back because we – er – got interrupted. How’d the Order react to the article?”

Sirius tells Harry about the order meeting emphasizing that he doesn’t necessarily agree with the members of the Order that wished to have disregarded Harry’s feelings by doing it sooner.

“…so it seems like there is something good that came out of the article. Even though it’s awful that they suddenly believe you, we don’t want to alienate anyone who is potentially on our side now.”

Harry frowns, “Does that mean I have to apologize to Seamus or Hermione now?”

“No, but if they apologize again, I’d consider potentially just accepting it or at least not yelling at them, again.”

Harry shrugs, “Yeah, I guess. I mean, it’s not like I consider these people (aside from Hermione) my friends anyway.”

Sirius nods, but before he could broach how things were going with Hermione (whom Harry hadn’t spoken to since Valentine’s Day, now more than a week ago), he hears another voice.

“Harry?”

“Hermione,” Harry offers, putting the mirror face down inside his bag. He’d been in the common room for once because of the anti-listening spell and it being empty. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, er, I was waiting for you, actually, but I had to run upstairs real quick – what are you doing with that mirror?”

“Just checking out my reflection,” Harry lies.

“You were talking to it, and you’ve been carrying it around and doing that a lot lately,” Hermione replies, clearly sensing his lie.

Harry sighs, and Sirius wonders if he’ll tell her the truth.

“It was my dad’s… Pads gave it to me,” Harry offers. “I – er – pretend to talk to him or Pads, you know just to get out my frustrations about … things.”

It’s a half-truth that Sirius thinks will likely convince her.

“Why don’t you talk to me and Ron?”

Harry snorts. “You’ve kind of proven that you don’t really understand how I feel, which I guess isn’t your fault – you haven’t been put through what I’ve been put through and you have loving supportive parents and … and all that.”

Hermione is clearly surprised by his statement.

“And you don’t usually get punished like I do either,” Harry says, clearly thinking about the phrase on his hand due to Hermione’s brilliant article plan. “I mean, I’m lucky I haven’t been killed or expelled yet this year. Lucky that the detentions aren’t all night anymore.”

Hermione clears her throat uncertainly, “I – er – wanted to talk to you about that.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I, er, I didn’t consider the repercussions of my actions on you, specifically. I was thinking of the whole picture of all the good it’s already doing if Bill’s note means anything, and how important it is for everyone to have that information…”

“And it’s more important than my feelings,” Harry says, bitterly.

“Yes. Well, I thought so.”

“Thought? Past tense?”

“Yes, I – er – you were … somewhere today… and the talk of the castle. I was also part of that because everyone knows what I did. A lot were only okay with it because they wanted to know what really happened, but even those types made comments about me being a bad friend…”

She pauses as if waiting for Harry to assure her that she isn’t a bad friend, but when he doesn’t, she continues.

“And I think I was a bad friend… in this case.”

“Do you think that because you do care about the effects of your decisions on me or because other people are telling you that you should consider yourself a bad friend for it?”

“I’m not a bad friend, I’ve supported you through so many things…”

“Stop, Hermione. This isn’t about whether or not you’ve supported me or how many times because I never said that you were a bad friend –”

“But the fight with Seamus –”

“ – I said that you, my best friend, didn’t even consider my feelings on the situation because you’re being bad friend in this instance… it’s not the first and won’t be the last time – and I am not perfect either, but you’re not in general a bad friend, we just haven’t been seeing eye-to-eye this year,” Harry interjects to get his piece heard.

“Oh,” Hermione frowns. “I – I came here prepared to talk about all the support I gave you last year –”

“And that was great,” Harry says, cutting her off. “I wouldn’t have been able to handle both you and Ron hating me plus the school all on my own, but it doesn’t affect this year.”

“We have been at odds a lot,” Hermione admits. “Not used to that – with Ron, it’s normal. With you, it’s heartbreaking because… because you’re my first friend.”

“I am? You don’t – consider Ron…?”

“No. I don’t,” Hermione states. “It’s just – at first – even after the troll thing, we still struggled a lot, and if it weren’t for you… but you know, we did genuinely become friends, eventually. I’ll always consider you my first best friend, though.”

“That’s – er – I guess that makes fighting this year worse, huh?”

“Yes, it does.”

“So why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?” Harry questions. “Because I honestly don’t get it. What happened over the summer that you’re following Dumbledore’s orders and living at my Pads’ house without me and – and not considering my situation at all? I just – it feels like I left with the Dursleys and suddenly, you don’t seem to care anymore.”

“I do care, Harry. I just – I’m not used to you… disagreeing with me. I mean, yeah, there was that Firebolt thing – which I was right about – but suddenly, this year it’s like –”

“– I suddenly grew a backbone? Fighting for your life will do that for you,” Harry finishes.

“Yes, I understand that.” Hermione clears her throat. “Anyway, it’s just been hard to be fighting with you.”

“Is that to say that you think I shouldn’t stand up for myself…”

“No, no, of course not. I – it’s just… I’m not used to not being the one that you listen to, that you go to for advice to, and instead, fight with.”

“I know,” Harry states, “But you do understand, don’t you? About the problem this year?”

“Yes, your girlfriend stealing my spot in your life,” Hermione responding sounding jealous.

Sirius frowns a bit. Although he’d joked about it because Cho is clearly jealous of Hermione, he hadn’t expected Hermione to be jealous of Cho. Clearly, Harry doesn’t either.

“What? Hermione, no one’s going to steal your spot in my life. You’re my best friend. Cho’s my girlfriend. There’s a big difference.”

“But she’s basically me except pretty and snogs you. She even does your homework…”

“She does not!” Harry insists. “She helps me learn from my mistakes and encourages me to find the answers myself.” Harry takes a breath. “But that doesn’t even matter because she’s not replacing you in my life. Just like Neville would never replace Ron in my life even if we are talking more and have gotten closer. Is that really what this whole year has been about?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione says, sounding distraught. “It’s just after third year, I never wanted that to happen again, at least, I never wanted to have the issue of you not talking to me, again. And then, fourth year happened, and I thought I was guaranteed, but then, it ended so brutally.”

“And? Go on, I still don’t understand.”

“Well, I wanted to do right by you, but I wasn’t sure how to do that, so I listened to the Order and Dumbledore, and when you started dating Cho and – and studying with her and listening to her over me…”

“Because she understands that I have gone through something traumatic and assured me that it’s okay that I work through that on my schedule … she wants to protect me because she cares about me, and she wants me to stay safe and not expelled or worse… I mean, of course I’m going to listen to her – she’s focused on me rather than what’s best for everyone.”

“And I’ve only been focused on the impending war. Worried about you and me and what’s going to happen with the war…”

“You’ve been a little more focused on the world, the people who are innocent and will suffer if they can’t do a basic shield charm, but honestly, it’s not like I don’t get what you’ve been trying to do with the DA and the article or even in encouraging me to keep fighting Umbridge despite the fact that I’ve got permanent scars on my hand… but…”

“But if I was the good friend that I think I am, I would’ve thought about how you’ve gotten punished for my ideas whether it was emotional turmoil or through the detention.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m sorry – I really am,” Hermione insists.

Sirius isn’t sure if it’s enough considering that Harry has been hurting and the discussion didn’t quite seem like Hermione thought she was wrong, just that she should’ve also considered Harry’s feelings.

“Would you have done it, again? The whole manipulating me into the DA and the article? Knowing how it’s affecting me?”

Hermione’s quiet for some time, long enough that Sirius is sure that Harry’s going to be unhappy with her answer, but then…

“I would actually tell you and lay out my reasons if I had to do it, again. And I’d actually listen to you if you said no or if you weren’t ready,” Hermione states. “Rather than ambush you as I have, but I wouldn’t not suggest it. Because they have been good things… haven’t they?”

“The Order seems to think so, I happen to just accept it, I guess. It didn’t exactly help me, but I know that it does help the overall goal of dealing with the war. I don’t think I like calling them ‘good things’, but I could be a little … not bitter, but I’m not exactly feeling like they’re good just yet because I’m still upset.”

There’s a pause.

“Does that mean you’re still angry with me?”

Harry sighs. “No, I’m not.”

“So, you accept my apology?”

“Yes, I do.”

It’s quiet for another minute as Hermione likely hugs him.

“Alright, well, I’ll let you go back to talking to Sirius,” Hermione says. “And see you tomorrow.”

Harry coughs. “What? I – I told you that I was talking to my Dad – not really, but… pretending to.”

“And you think I believed that?” Hermione laughs. “It’s so obvious, Harry, I am surprised that it’s taken me this long to realize it. I mean, that mirror has been attached to you since the start of the year – you’re always off on your own, the way you and Sirius bonded over the holidays, not to mention calling him ‘Pads’… it’s just obvious.”

“Well, I – er – should neither confirm or deny that…” Harry starts.

“But you’ll tell him I said hello?”

“Maybe.”

More laughter before the sounds of Hermione walking away become obvious and Harry reappearing in the mirror. “Hermione says hi.”

Sirius laughs. “I heard. She also seemed to be genuinely sorry and I’m glad you two made up.”

“You are?”

“Of course. Hermione’s been a good friend, she just made some missteps. It happens, no one’s perfect. I mean, the situation you’re in is pretty unique and she’s just been doing her best. You both have, really. You’ve reigned in your anger and aimed it at the right person (sometimes that has been her). It’s too much to expect either of you to not have struggled this year.”

“Yeah, I guess. I was surprised that she thought Cho would replace her in my life.”

“Hmm-mm, it was a surprised to me, too, but it does make sense. The three of you – you, Ron and Hermione are incredibly close and it’s understandable that when a new person enters into the equation that it would throw off the dynamic.”

“And since she thinks of me as her best friend, it does make sense that she might be – jealous – a little. Like – like with Ron. I just never considered Hermione being jealous.”

“I didn’t consider it either,” Sirius admits. “I thought it was just Cho being jealous of Hermione, which makes sense, but I suppose that jealousy works either way.”

“Yeah, anyway. I’m feeling better. I know tomorrow will be a disaster, but at least, it’s working out and Cho promised that we could hang out after my detentions and things if it gets too much, again.”

Sirius chuckles, “Or even if it doesn’t become too much?”

Harry blushes. “I think I’m going to bed now.”

Sirius smiles, “Well, I’m always here if you want to talk – promise not to tease too much.”

“Uh-huh, I believe you, Pads.”

“You should because I mean it,” Sirius grins. “Love you, kid. Good night.”

“Love you, too. Night.”

#sirius and harry saturday #sirius black #harry james potter #Mirror Talks #16 #Sirius & Harry

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tagoalong1806 · 2 years

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Innocences of Tagalong

Warning:NSFW,adult themes,cussing,angst,death and grief?pregancy?

Summary:when tables turn and new jobs lead to something it over turns news for the worst and leaves questions up in the air for everyone with what to do next

Antonio x female reader

Part 4

(Short chapter but I’ve been writing all night and it’s 4:30 am and imma pass out but I wanted to get this out there)

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When Antonio woke up last night replayed in his head,thinking about you looking up at him overwhelmed by pleasure,you couldn’t even say a word as he smiled down at you,as he told you that he had you.As you had rolled your hips to meet his thrusts moving in sync.

He had got up and ready for woke seeing his kids were gone and already at school assuming you had left early for your new job and didn’t wanna wake him up so he could get few more hours of sleep before work which he was thankful for.Until he realized why you weren’t answering his texts after a case answering a voicemail hearing your voice play out overly soft and quiet.

“And I wanted you to know that by the way,you saved me.know knowing that your here,for Eva and Diego it makes it easier for me.I don’t really wanna say goodbye,because this one means forever.but I will always be in the stars watching over you and the kids.I know six feet will never of felt so far,but I will always be one step beside you,but here I am alone because heaven knew the answer to this end it hurts so much to have to go,but just know I don’t want you to lay in tears in bed all night alone without me by your side there will always be a next person I want you to still open your heart to love,like you made me.you let me know I was loved,when I couldn’t feel a thing” the voicemail becoming dead silence,the kinda silence antonio never wanted to here,as he dropped his phone feeling his hands shaking.

The number 1806,would haunt antonio for the rest of this life but he knew he had to be strong not only for their kids but for her.she wouldn’t wanna see him go down the path he knew he was gonna go down without her,so he had to pull it together.as he rushed to the hospital he was met with Will who looked crushed though he was just her doctor as he tried to stop antonio from seeing her.

“Antonio did you knew she was pregnant” those words shattered him because that means you wouldn’t of even knew you had been if you didn’t tell him.though he saw your commander from the rangers walking out of your room breaking your phone in half and throwing it in the trash.

But antinio leaves the hospital seeing hank and you outside in the back…You!

He was told you were dead he didn’t know if he was seeing things as he rushed over in a stage of grief and panic.

He hollered your name pulling you into a hug while you crashed into his arms falling to you knees clinging to him.

“Her old commander thought it would be smart to play it off as if she was dead,she has a bounty on her head thanks to Jay” voight says sighing though antonio was frustrated and confused

“But your voicemail if you weren’t really dead why would you send it” he asked you picking you up afraid if he let go you would be gone forever.

“I couldn’t chance it,if they listen and can look at my phone they would know if I’m lying and not doing what I should and would do if I was actually dying” you tell him kissing him gently stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“What about the pregnancy?” He asks the final question which shocked you surprised.

“Pregnancy?” You ask him not knowing

“Will told me you were pregnant” he exclaims putting his hand in your stomach protective and relived he didn’t lose the one person he loved more then anything in the world besides his kids.

“I didn’t know…I was” you tell him truthfully.

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iguessitsjustme · 2 years

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Ghost Host, Ghost House Ep 2 Thoughts

-I believe this is the last show I’ll do this for. There are a few more shows that I need to catch up on but they are more serious and this format only works for me for slightly absurd shows.

-Yessss spooky spook. This opening gives me wonderful spooky vibes and I ADORE it.

-Am I, a grown adult, eating three pieces of cheesecake for dinner while watching this show? You bet your ass I am.

-Are they arguing about expenses in front of him for a reason? Do they need him to pay for the electricity since they’re dead?

-They must be in their ghost world reliving a day that they lived once or something like that.

-It was a ~dream~ because of course it was. Ooky spooky and all that.

-MON. Love him. Favorite actor. He just appears in these shows.

-Also love the afterlife system that’s been established.

-“Don’t forget to talk to your family before making the exchange so they’re not surprised. Anyway here, I’m ready for you to make the exchange.” BOY SHE HASNT HAD A CHANCE TO TALK TO THEM YET WTF

-Took my eyes off the screen for one second and thought this man was peeing in the bushes. Nope. Just watering the plants. But if that tells you anything about what I expect from these shows. Lotta toilet humor that I could do without. But look at him go. Watering those plants. What a responsible young lad.

-Pluem and Kevin are cute.

-ACCEPT THE RIDE. ACCEPT THE RIDE. GET. ON. THAT. BIKE. But also, Pluem, WEAR A HELMET OR I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF.

-That actually looks good what are you looking apprehensive about. Oh bless he ate it.

-LMAO he doesn’t own the restaurant. Immediately called out for it.

-Kevin is literally living with ghosts and can’t find any ghosts because of that. His family will do their best to keep him from being in danger.

-I love it when the romantic interest barges into the live. It’s always funny.

-Why they got a shrine on a table?

-Boy you’re scared of ghosts, yet you’re working for some.

-Just remembered I have queso. I should probably stop eating like a college student if I don’t want stomach problems but I’m here for a good time not a long time back to spooky ghost show

-I love that Pluem’s apprehension is that it’s ghosts and not that he’d be on the internet with a semi popular streamer. Yes get that money. Get paid. Get that bread.

-Sirs, get this agreement in writing. IN WRITING. Verbal agreements mean nothing.

-I feel like this show is gonna hurt but I do like that the pairing is two, alive people. As much as I love HCTM and There’s Something in My Room, the inherent tragedy of the inevitable parting always looms and makes me sad. So while I know it’s going to hurt for Kevin to discover his family is full of ghosts, I’m at least happy that he will still have Pluem.

-This old lady having Instagram is wonderful. I love her.

-Is Pluem learning that they’re dead right now?

-I haven’t seen ghostbusters but I know that outfit when I see it.

-Aw he saved Pluem as handsome gardener in his phone.

-Now hold up now what is that boy doin? That’s not your room. What you lookin for?

-These other ghost hunters are going to complicate things.

-Girl, you think there might be people living there and you still just walk into the house.

-This is a weird thing to do in a not actually abandoned house. You can tell it’s not abandoned by the good condition everything is in and THE FOOD YOU LITERALLY ATE OFF OF THEIR TABLE GIRL STOP THIS.

-Kevin, now would really be a good time for you to come home.

-Ah yes, the cops. Good. Get them out of there. OH EVEN BETTER. Pluem with the fake siren.

-BAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE PERSON THE MOST SCARED OF GHOSTS NOW HAS TO BE IN CAHOOTS WITH THE GHOSTS TO KEEP THEIR SECRET LMAOOOO

#ghost host ghost house #ghost host ghost house the series #ghost host ghost house bl #can't wait for tomorrow

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talldarkandroguesome · 2 years

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17th of Sun’s Height, Sundas

The Count was mostly recovered by the early afternoon, and as it was a cloudy day, without signs of rain to come, he agreed to come for the tour of the gardens.

I was surprised to see that our guide for the tour was Father! I suspect that Mother had a hand in this, but the Count was very gracious and thanked Father for taking time from his work to give the tour.

As he always is for guests, Father was the very embodiment of entertaining host. He bowed low and said it was long since he had enjoyed the company of foreign nobility and that he was simply grateful for a chance to stroll the gardens, if only so that he could relive the feeling of walking into a library and being flooded with the aroma of ancient knowledge once more.

The Count, for his part, laughed and seemed to get on with Father, even when Father implied multiple times how young and bright the Count was. Count Ravenwatch always played along. It was only after a while into their discussion when I learned that Father had actually done some genealogy research on the Count’s bloodline in order to better make small talk and the Count was apparently close to my age in those records.

If there is one thing Father is good at, other than playing the fool in order to be likeable, it is in research. Perhaps that is where Sildras gets his aptitude for studying, though Sildras is far less selfish. But I digress.

Father spoke about each plant in the garden, about the various designers and gardeners. He went into the history of the city, the Temple, and monuments of the gardens. He went trough the significance of the different designs and how certain plantings or rock placements were metaphors for events, tenants of faith, or Almsivi. He spoke of the way certain scenes were meant to invoke great works of poetry or events of the Chimer history.

To be quite honest, I learned a few things I had either forgotten or never before heard. Including a story about my own childhood where I had apparently been so enamored with the monument to Nerevar that I had slipped into the bushes as we were strolling and made my way back to it without being noticed and then hidden myself in a low shrub for so long as I waited for the adults to leave, that I fell asleep. Ordinators apparently spent two hours looking for me and Mother was about to appeal to Almalexia to try and find me, when I crawled out of the shrub rubbing my eyes and asked when everyone was going to leave so I could speak to Nerevar alone.

My Father seemed to find this all very hilarious. I was rather embarrassed. The Count seemed to find it charming. At least, until Father began trying to come up with more stories to outdo that one and I had to turn his attention back to the tour, so that our guest might enjoy the sights.

As soon as we were in the carriage heading back to the manor, the Count told me it was good to see that I was so close to my father. That stopped me cold and the Count took notice saying it seemed that we got on so very well and it was clear how proud he was of me and how much love he bore me.

I explained that Father was only like that when there was someone to impress. Honestly, he had gotten off lightly as a noble, otherwise Father would have turned into his usual default, the overly flirtatious fool. The Count did not believe me, but I assured him that it was his way of keeping people at a distance while remaining friendly.

Then the Count asked me if he could inquire about Dunmer culture some more. I told him, of course, I was an open book, ready to share with him the answers he sought.

We spoke about the whispering scarves at the banquet and how it was expected that an adult would have one, a courtesy for private conversations best not overheard, not for yourself, but to tell the other person that you wanted to keep their business private should they wish to share any information with you that others would do best not to hear.

He asked about the stories of Dunmer all being wanton deviants who were nearly obsessed with sexual pleasures. Of course, he did not put it that way, but I knew which stories he meant. And I told him that it was not quite so dire as all that, but largely the stories were true. We, as a people, feel little shame about acts of pleasure. Denying such things can be unhealthy after all. Besides, you wind up clouding your mind with such thoughts or not being able to concentrate if you continue to stuff such inclinations down all the time, so best to indulge them where appropriate in order to maintain health and balance of body and mind.

I also explained about the marriage and official mistress designations we have. How is it partially an extension of the aforementioned beliefs of health. It also has to do with the fact that so many marriages are a place of political alliances and siring the next generation. Many people wind up not being compatible with their spouse in such matters and so we have a system in place to deal with that. If you cannot have children with your spouse or if it is not desirable, you may have officially recognized heirs simply by making an official arrangement. The recognition requires the permission of your spouse to be granted, but it is a way for all parts of the marriage to remain happy and healthy.

And dalliances are expected. The lives of mer are long and sometimes people grow apart or uninterested in continuing to be romantically involved, though they make good marriage partners. The solution, to allow one another to have some freedom in that regard. Of course, it would be impolite if it is generally known, but so long as things are kept behind closed doors or made official, then it is completely normal.

I could see that such explanations were leaving the Count rather shaken and I apologized for dropping so very much upon him at once.

He told me that, to the contrary, he was very pleased to hear explanation, especially after our earlier conversation about why so many ladies in particular had been asking after me during the banquet.

We spoke even once we had returned to the house, on a great number of topics. Everything from climate to cuisine and fashion to politics. He even managed to broach the topic of slavery and I was proud to explain to him how uncle Tanval had outlawed it in the city, even beyond those of Pact races. Well, with the exception of the special dispensations for members of House Dres, but even then, it was highly regulated. I spoke about the changing attitudes towards slavery and the hypocrisy of allowing it. I explained my own experiences with it as a child, my time fighting slavers in Shadowfen, and my attempt to make some reparations by hiring primarily Argonians and paying them at least the same as my Dunmer staff. Most nobles in Morrowind spent more of their childhoods being tended to and cared for by Argonians or Khajiit than by any Dunmer.

I will not devolve into another anti-slavery rant at this point. I could write novels on the subject, but my words seemed to put the Count at ease. He was very curious about the changing attitudes since the formation of the Pact and he wondered what other changes had occurred. I tried to be generally honest and forthright, though I was beginning to suspect that he had more motives to his questioning, still, no way to learn without being a good host, so I continued to offer the explanations he sought.

There came a point where the questions seemed to stop almost abruptly, the Count making excuses about needing to not neglect Gwendis for too long, not wanting to force poor Avon to have to watch after her a whole night.

I told him to feel free to come to me with any other questions he had.

Then I went to take care of my letters and to get some rest. Avon came to bed soon after and did not seem to be as charmed by Gwendis as the rest of the city had been with the Count. Still, he seems to have come around a bit about having vampires in the house and has conceded that they are not what he had expected.

I indulged him in his most favorite nocturnal delights and promised to remain vigilant until our guests had left. I was going to make sure to slip some cure disease potions into the staff meal, just to be safe, and that seemed to placate him.

He wanted to sit up and discuss Sildras’ education, but I was so tired from my lack of sleep the past week that I was actually falling asleep while talking. Avon tucked me into bed and told me if I did not allow myself to rest, he was using a sleep spell on me. So I agreed.

And to my surprise, this morning I came down for a late breakfast to find Sildras still at the table, chatting happily with the Count. I do not know if he did not get any sleep, or if he simply got up very, very early.

Regardless, Sildras was simply in awe of the Count. And one would hardly have noticed I had come to the table at all the way he acknowledged my entrance. I had to remind him that he should always greet people, lest he be rude, but particularly his own father.

Sildras apologized, greeted me formally, then he returned to asking the Count questions.

I leaned back and watched the expression of joy on my son’s face and I could hardly dream of being upset with him. This is what he needed more of. It was what he desired so adamantly. i contented myself with a light meal and a glass of light summer wine.

Today there is nothing scheduled. I told the Count I would take him and Gwendis around town to shop in the markets and see the nightlife, but there are hours yet. For now, I am looking after Sildras while Avon goes to speak with Plays-With-Fire, who is apparently just arrived back in town. They are going to have one of their old arcane arguments or whatever they call their foreplay. It is all a game of theoretical concepts of magicka, but the more heated the discussion, the more pleased they seem to become. Who am I to ruin whatever fun they enjoy. Avon deserves to have that.

In the meantime, I am simply glad to see my son so happy.

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