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random0lover · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if u can write how simon ghost riley reacts to if u want to fem!reader being all dolled up for an event or sumn. you imagine the rest 😭😭😭😭😭. love ur writing btw 🙏

A Day for First’s and Adding a Second

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader

Summary: It’s your and Simon’s son’s kindergarten graduation so you have to dress nicely and Simon loves it. Also a little surprise at the end.

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: slightly NSFW (grinding while fully clothed) so 18+, established relationship, fluff at the end, reader is called love once, Simon being all hot and bothered, Price is your dad 🫣, pregnancy mentioned towards the end, is fem!reader and should be POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡

Notes: This is my first Simon fic and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. Part of me adores it and the other thinks it’s trash, either way I wanted to respond to this request as it’s so sweet and the idea is adorable. I hope I was able to do your request justice my love! Also flashback are in italics.

You don’t often dress fancy but today your and Simon’s son was going to be graduating kindergarten. He goes to a private school at the moment so there were certain expectations and dress codes that you had to follow whether you wanted to or not.

The kids were all to wear navy blues and the parents were all to wear white or black. Everyone dressing formally.

You were currently getting ready in yours and Simons shared bathroom while Simon was helping your son finish getting ready.

You decided pretty quickly that while you would’ve loved to wear a white dress, being around children for up to three hours did not go well with the color white.

So you went with a black dress that reached right above your knees with loose sleeves that went down your arms to help make sure that you wouldn’t be cold with a neckline that was set right above your chest. The dress wasn’t to form fitting so that you would be able to sit for an hour or two without being uncomfortable or feeling constricted.

You were just finishing up your preferred makeup look when there was a light tap at the bathroom door.

You call out a small come in but start digging through the jewelry box on the counter that Simon had slowly been filling up over the years that you had been together no matter how much you protested against it.

You heard the door click open but didn’t hear Simon come in but you could feel his presence there, you always could.

“Hey Si, which necklace do you think I should wear?” You’re holding a necklace in each hand. The one in your right hand was the first necklace he had ever gotten you for your 6 month anniversary. It had two pear-shaped diamonds at the center surrounded by round-cut diamonds on a sterling silver chain.

The one in your left was a necklace that had been passed down through your family line and not too long ago your dad gifted it to you as a birthday present. It has 20 round shaped diamonds and in the center sits an oval shaped diamond with a white gold setting on a Singapore chain.

You usually didn’t have a hard time choosing a piece of jewelry but today you were slightly conflicted and his silence wasn’t helping.

You finally look up from the jewelry in your hand to look into the mirror and find Simon leaning against the bathroom door frame in an all black suit with gloves to match. He usually wears a black face mask out in public but he doesn’t have it on yet leaving it off until you were all ready to leave.

You feel his gaze slide along your body leaving a hot trail in its wake and you patiently wait until his eyes connect with yours in the mirror. Once they do you can’t help the sharp breath that escapes your mouth from the intense look he is holding in his dark brown hues.

A hum starts in your core when he steps towards you in three large steps and slightly leans his weight into you causing you to lean over the counter slightly.

You squeeze your eyes shut relishing in the heat surrounding you. Your lips part in a silent gasp when he slides his hand down your spine leaving it to settle on your hip and in the same moment runs his mouth along the arch of your neck and up to your ear.

“If we didn’t have somewhere to be I would take my time ravishing you against this sink.” His deep voice wraps around your body making goosebumps trail the lengths of your arms.

The impact of his words on your hazy brain makes you grind back against him, he lets out a small groan and rocks his hips into you while tightening his grip on your hip and pulling you back against him causing the perfect amount of friction.

You’re both lost in the moment trying to keep your moans and his grunts as quiet as possible so that your son didn’t hear.

Your body is getting hotter the longer you both claw at each other. It has been too long since the last time you’ve had the chance to feel each other's skin without being interrupted. You can tell that he’s getting close from the way his breath is puffing at your ear and he’s pulling you into him harder and harder, almost lifting your feet up off the ground.

Your ears are starting to ring from the pleasure and the rope in your stomach that is pulling taut when you hear little feet running across the house combined with giggling when you yank yourself away from Simon and open your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal started.

You're busy trying to fix your dress and Simon is adjusting the bugle in his slacks when you hear the running stop outside yours and Simon's shared room before picking up again and the giggling sounding farther away.

He’s staring at you again when you look up at him making the fire in your body that was slowly sizzling out to start up again.

“The one your dad gave you.” You look at him confused for a moment and he smirks lightly, “the necklace.”

You look over at the two necklaces that had been carelessly tossed onto the counter during your moment. You pick up the necklace he said and offer it to him while moving your hair out of the way making your neck available for him.

You face the mirror and once he’s behind you you look into his eyes in the mirror, “Speaking of my dad,” you let out a sigh,”he offered to babysit tonight.”

He pauses mid wrapping the chain around your neck, his eyebrows lifting, “Price actually offered to watch him?”

You roll your eyes, “How many years have we been together and how old is our son now? I’m pretty sure my dad being mad at you is gone by now.”

He latches the necklace and slides his hand around you to grip your chin making sure your eyes stay connected in the mirror, “I don’t know,” he moves his mouth right up against your ear making you shiver, “I can still hear how mad he was when he found out his lieutenant was doing more than helping his captain's daughter move into her new flat.”

You sigh, mind flashing back to the day that all the tension between you and Simon finally snapped.

You had found a flat to finally move into and your dad was supposed to help you but something came up at work that was a bit more important so he sent over a man he knew he could rely on. What he didn’t know is that you and Simon had been fighting the urge to give into one another and you two being alone all day? It was bound to happen.

Price had walked in when Simon was helping you put the last of the furniture in which was your couch. You weren’t in a compromising position or anything but your neck was littered with love bites. You had a glow to you that you didn’t have that morning when you saw Price, and you were wearing Simon’s shirt leaving him with just a black wife beater on.

The man flew into a rage slamming his fist into Simon's face and a shocked Soap was left gawking until he kicked into gear yanking his captain up off of his lieutenant which was not an easy feat.

Simon didn’t fight back one bit as he knew that this was the reaction he was going to get. The captain had made one rule with his team, “Don’t touch my fucking daughter.”

It took months for your dad to even be okay with seeing you together at all. He could see how in love with each other you were and so the day Simon asked for his blessing he of course said yes.

You're pulled out of your thoughts from Simon sighing into your neck and gently kissing a sensitive spot. “Was thinking we could maybe make your favorite dinner and watch a movie?”

He nods, stepping away from you, “sounds good to me love.”

You give him a smirk in the mirror, “I also have a surprise for you.”

His eyes glide over you again focusing on how the dress hugs you in all the right places, “oh really? I’m going to hold you to that so no getting all cuddled up in my lap and falling asleep early.”

You know he’s teasing so you snort and roll your eyes before shooing him out of the bathroom trying to keep a knowing smile hidden, “I’m almost ready so why don’t you go get our little energy ball in his car seat.”

He gives you a quick kiss before walking out of the room and you hear him calling for your son. You listen for a moment to make sure he won’t be coming back and once you're sure you pull out a little key to unlock a part of the jewelry box.

You dig your hand into the open drawer and pull out a light blue rectangle box with a pink ribbon tied around it. Inside the box were three positive pregnancy tests. You wanted to be sure and didn’t want to get your hopes up so you wanted to take more than one.

You were so excited to tell him about the pregnancy as a few weeks ago he came to you asking if you would ever want another baby. You were hoping for a little girl this time around, the perfect addition to your family of three. Adding a second bundle of joy to your lives.

You hear Simon calling into the house for you and you yell back that you were coming. You put the little box back into the drawer and grab your purse and leave the room thinking about how your life is so different than what you thought it would be and honestly you couldn’t be happier.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you liked this little fic! I wasn’t sure how to go about the ending so personally don’t know how to feel about it and would love some feed back. Anyways I hope you all have amazing days <3

Requests are open! I can not promise when or if I will write them but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them a little bit easier to write but it’s not required. Thanks for reading my darlings ♡

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dominicfikue · 1 month

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𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . . . featuring christopher sturniolo.

pairing. dad!chris, poc!reader & fem!oc kid

beware of. fluff fluff and more fluff! mentions of sickness like once. pet names/nicknames. small suggestive piece.

✶ ׅ ࣪ headline. hc’s to show you a glimpse of how your morning goes with your husband, chris & your three year old, elora.

⌖.˚◌ unlike you and chris, elora is the definition of an early bird! she wakes up at 7:00 AM every single morning, right on the dot. she’s dressed in her favorite hello kitty onesie as she rubs her eyes & starts her morning.

⌖.˚◌ elora skips down the hallway to you & chris’ shared bedroom, her deer stuffed animal tucked tightly in her arm as she jumps onto the california king, giggles erupting from her throat.

⌖.˚◌ chris wakes up first— as always, a sleepy smile taking over his features as he hears his insanely energetic daughter next to him. he turns over to face her, his arms open wide for her to jump into. once she does, he places kisses all over her face, making the girl laugh even harder.

“looks like someone isn’t sick anymore. good morning, lora. you sleep good?” he says, his hand quickly moving her curls out of her face.

“mhm! can we wake up mama?” a small gasp of excitement escapes from her as her eyes light up, the thought of you all being awake right now sounding like literal disneyland to her.

⌖.˚◌ he would pretend to think about it, his lips in a tight line as he strokes his stubble. after a couple seconds, he shakes his head no causing the girl to frown. he mirrors her expression before speaking.

“let’s make breakfast first then we’ll wake her up, alright?” he offers. he waits for her to nod in agreement before picking her up so they can make their way downstairs to the kitchen.

⌖.˚◌ after a couple fails and almost burning the house down, breakfast is finished! chris calls elora from her spot on the couch, asking her to go wake you. she smiles and rushes out an “okay!” before going on her mission.

⌖.˚◌ once she gets to the top of the steps, nothing but the word “mommy!” can be heard within a ten mile radius. she yells it like a chant as she opens your door. you quickly jolt awake, heart racing as you look around the room. when your eyes land on elora and her toothy grin, you visibly relax before getting up and walking toward her.

“jesus, e.. you almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim as you kneel in front of her.

“sorry mama! daddy told me to come wake you. oh! and breakfast is ready.” she explains as her body sways side to side.

⌖.˚◌ you grimace at the thought of chris even touching the stove but nonetheless, you thank her, kiss her cheek & grab her hand before going downstairs.

⌖.˚◌ when you reach the kitchen, you’re met with chris, stuffing his face like no tomorrow. he slowly looks up at you as he swallows the rest of his bagel, a grin growing on his pale face. meanwhile, elora takes her plate and marches into the living room to continue watching bluey.

⌖.˚◌ you grab your food from the counter before sitting next to chris. he leans over to sneak a small & quick kiss on your lips. you smile and take a bite of your eggs before speaking.

“good morning, baby. thank you for making breakfast, i seriously needed to sleep in today.” you exhale as you take another bite.

“you don’t gotta thank me, mama. i always got u. we got any plans today?” he questions, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. you nod as you try to remember where you guys are going.

“grocery store and um… foot locker. i saw these cute shoes that i wanna get for e.” you tell him. he mumbles an “alright” before kissing you one more time, getting up and taking his plate to the sink.

⌖.˚◌ you & elora now stand in her bathroom as you do her hair. you decided to do a slick back bun so the two of you can match. you’ve all done your hygiene; showered, brushed your teeth, skincare, etc. all that’s left now is getting ready.

⌖.˚◌ as you brush her hair back, chris walks in and stands behind you, his hands on your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. you hum as you loop the elastic band around elora’s hair.

⌖.˚◌ dramatic as she is, she makes a hiss sound when it snaps back onto her head. you can’t do anything but roll your eyes at her antics. you do your last finishing touches on her hair before letting her run back into her room to play until its time to go.

⌖.˚◌ as soon as she leaves, chris places open mouth kisses on your neck— his hands gripping harshly at your hips. you let this continue for a minute or so before turning around and looking at him. this was the first time that you took in his appearance since earlier this morning & god did he look good.

“you look good… almost a little too good.” you state, kissing the man softly as you tug on his hair.

“mmm.. say it again n i might have to put another baby in you.” he whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at his own.

⌖.˚◌ your jaw drops to the floor when the last words leave his mouth. you quickly swat at his chest, scolding him as you turn back around to face the mirror. he raises his hands in surrender before connecting one of them with your asscheek. he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world as he runs out of the bathroom to hide.

⌖.˚◌ elora looks up from her spot on her bed, confused on why her dad is hiding in her closet like a mad man. she shrugs it off and focuses back on her barbies. you let out an exasperated sigh as you look at your reflection.

its only morning.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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Always There - Chapter Eighteen - S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' Death, Umbridge, Death, not proofread,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

I am starting a taglist so leave either a comment or something in my asks if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or just this series!

Author's Note: It's been awhile but I'm back! I'm finally getting out of my writing slump! I was half asleep writing this but enjoy! Let me know if there are ANY errors!

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1183

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It was a few days later meaning that it was Christmas. Arthur had been released from Saint Mungo’s and everyone was packing in at the Black house. There was almost no space around the house for everyone, the kids hiding out in Harry’s room, the twins spending most of their time in the kitchen with Severus talking about new recipes, Y/N spending her time in the living room with Remus and Sirius and the rest of the Weasley clan was doting on Arthur since his return.

Christmas came and went, as did the New Year, time felt like it was flying. Everyone was back at Hogwarts, getting ready for the start of the new term. Y/N getting her lectures and plants ready for her upcoming lessons and Severus getting his lectures and ingredients ready for his upcoming lessons. On top of his lessons he was also doing private occlumency lessons with Harry, trying to get him to close his mind to Voldemort. However, instead, Harry got a look inside of Severus’ memories. Memories that he tended to hide from himself and future wife, memories of his tormentors from Hogwarts.

“Get out,” Severus said lowly after Harry had entered his mind.

“I never knew my dad was that horrible to you Uncle Sev,” Harry admitted.

“Just please get out,” The man practically begged, “I just need a minute, okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

So Harry did as his uncle requested, he left the room and gave him the space he needed. The boy waited outside the door until Severus opened it and motioned the boy to come back in. They tried again and again but every time Severus was able to get into Harry’s mind. His memories still filled with his aunt and his friends. Happy memories had overtaken the not so happy ones. Harry had managed to get into Severus’s head once more, this time it was a flash of his Aunt’s smiling face, him as a baby in his aunt’s arms, his aunt hysterically sobbing with a crying Harry in her arms, his aunt as a teenager with a bright smile on her face.

He wasn’t surprised to see his aunt in Severus’ memory, she was about to get married to the man but he wasn’t expecting to see the memory of his aunt sobbing with him as a baby on his uncle’s doorstep. “Uncle Sev, that memory of Aunt Y/N crying with me as a baby, how old was I?” He asked innocently.

“You were 1, she had a rough day, it was your father’s birthday, the first birthday after his death,” Severus told him, “She came to my house because you wouldn’t stop crying and she couldn’t stop crying. She needed a break for a little while just to breathe so I took you for a bit to give her room.”

“Thank you for taking care of us.”

“Of course, my boy. Off to bed, we’ll continue tomorrow.”

The term passed with little to no issue other than decree after decree, that was until Umbridge caught wind of the DA in the room of requirement. Her and her little gang of snitches found their way to the room, blowing their way through with magic. Every single student in the DA had received an Umbridge special detention. The professors first heard about Albus escaping with Fawkes and then about the mass detention given to the students.

Her heart raced as she tried to find her nephew after the detention let out, but she couldn’t find him. “Shit!” She cursed aloud before remembering the map. She ran to her office where she kept the map stored after Harry used it to spy on her and Severus. “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good!” She rushed out to the map. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. That feeling was correct because of her nephew’s name with Hermione, Ron, Umbridge and her inquisitorial squad in the dreaded toad’s office. “Mischief managed.” She shoved the map back into the desk drawer before running to Umbridge’s office.

She arrived right after Severus did, huffing and puffing as she saw Harry being held still by one of the other students, her mind racing and not registering who it was. “He’s got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!” Harry yelled out.

Her heart dropped once more, keeping her emotions in tact but keeping a sharp eye on her nephew. “Harry, you know you are not supposed to come in here! How dare you break into a professor’s office,” She lightly scolded the boy, he knew just by her tone that she was not upset. “Professor, go easy on them please. Harry just had a bad dream is all, they were just trying to make him feel better, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” Ron and Hermione said in unison.

“If you say so, professor. I will take care of these three.”

Y/N grabbed Severus’ hand, the couple walked out calmly before breaking out into a sprint to get to a piece of parchment, a quill and an owl. “I will head over there, send a message to the order! Be safe, I love you!” She rushed out, planting a firm but sloppy kiss to his lips before running off. Severus quickly wrote off a letter, notifying the order and the ministry of what was happening at the ministry.

Y/N had found a working floo network, flooing into 12 Grimmauld place. To her surprise, she found Sirius and Remus making out on the couch. She awkwardly cleared her throat alerting the couple to her presence.

“Holy shit!” Sirius shouted in surprise as he threw Remus off of him and onto the floor.

“That hurt! Merlin Sirius! It’s just Y/-Wait what are you doing here? Why do you have that look on your face like something’s wrong?” Remus noticed the expression she was wearing.

“Because I think Voldemort realized the connection and used it against Harry. We need to get to the ministry before the kids get hurt! Sev already sent a letter to the rest of the order, let’s just go please!” She rushed out. The two men scrambled to get up, following her out of the house so they can apparate together. By the time they got there, Harry was surrounded by death eaters, his friends being held by even more death eaters.

“Get away from my nephew you greasy haired fuck!” She shouted at Lucius, blasting a basic cast at him.

She was then targeted by Bellatrix Lestrange, spells getting thrown at her left and right. “Expelliarmus!” She shouted, pointing her wand at the frizzy haired woman. Bellatrix protected herself from the spell before throwing one of her own.

“Crucio!” A green burst of light flew at her, getting reflected by the protego spell. The woman death eater disappeared before apparating onto a rock, throwing the killing curse at Sirius, hitting the man straight in the heart.

“No!” She screamed, watching as her best friend fell backwards into Veil. She had watched another brother die all over again.

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justrainandcoffee · 3 months

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Dream of me (Luca Changretta x fem!poc!oc)

Summary: When you are Luca Changretta, happiness isn't something you're used to. Business always comes first. But when happiness has the form of a black woman, even less. Luca deserves something better, his mother says. She hates the singer. But not him. In a world ruled by white vs black, Luca and Aveline are hiding in a hotel room, enjoying their true but forbidden love.

Warnings: Racism. Hurt/comfort. Typical violence. Slightly mentions of smut. || Unlike my fics in modern times, here they don't have a happy ending, although this fic somehow is happy.

Words: 900. || Valentine's day masterlist || Thanks for the help @evita-shelby

The word forbidden is not strong enough to describe the love that bonds Luca Changretta and Aveline Young.

It's not just forbidden, it's risky, it's dangerous for her and his reputation could be damaged forever.

Luca Changretta knows very well that people ready to kill women like her. Beautiful, for sure, but black skinned.

Luca sees her when he goes to the restaurant where she sings. New York is a big city and has a lot of places like that but he has chosen that one for a very specific reason.

His mother knows and it's not happy, she for over the rest of the family, thinks that Aveline is worthless. Because, of course, she was not made to be with a Changretta like Luca.

But Audrey does not know what his son thinks every time he's with her.

Aveline is now singing in his ear. It sounds like a lullaby to him. Aveline is black siren that captivates him with her voice. And her long legs.

His fingers caress her jawline.

"I'm a monster and you're a fragile doll," he plants kisses on her neck. Like a butterfly visiting flowers. "The most beautiful woman I ever met."

"I'm not a fragile doll, Mr. Changretta."

Luca humms against her neck. He loves when she calls him by his last name. His cursed last name.

"No, you're not, it's true. You're strong woman but still I'm a monster."

Aveline knows that. She still remembers that night when he appeared in her apartment covered by blood. She helped him to take a bath and stitched his wounds. Another mafia leader had paid the maximum price for his betrayal. Luca does not stand betrayal.

"That fucker…"

But Aveline shut him up with a kiss. And Luca accepted it. He always accepted her kisses but especially when he was upset. People didn't know how difficult was being like him. Normal people went to work but at the end of the day they found comfort with their family, pets or just alone. But people like Luca… mafia never rest. He didn't know when he was going to be betray or sold to the police. He needed to be alert all day.

And now that they're alone in that hotel room it's the same. Luca thinks that somewhere in the city there's an enemy waiting for him. Chasing his body and soul. Aveline feels how his body is tense once more. So she starts to sing again. Her mother used to sing that song when she and her brother were little kids. It talks about hope and a bright future. And love.

Luca closes his eyes. In a perfect world she's with him side by side, but that perfect world it doesn't exist. He never mentioned it in front of her but her mother made some comments about Aveline that made his blood boil. "Black women are nothing but…" Luca shakes his head trying to forget those words.

"Luca?"

"Mmh?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"About you, amore mio" Luca can see her smile and smiles too.

In a quick movement, he grabs her by the waist and lays her down on the mattress. "I always think about you, bella."

"You're such a poet, Mr. Changretta."

"You inspire me, Linnie."

The woman kisses him. Linnie is a nickname that Luca invented and none except him call her that way. Luca kisses her back. They are the singer and the gangster madly in love in a world that wasn't made for that love.

Opening her legs, she allows him to take her. Once and once again.

"Ti amo…" Luca whispers feeling her warmth around his masculinity.

"I love you, too."

Those hands, full of blood of innocent and guilty people, caresses her delicate skin. Somewhere the bells of a distant church announce that it's midnight. It's February 14 and like any other couple they're loving each other.

Audrey Changretta is a distant memory in Luca's mind while he holds Aveline next to him. He loves her mother but she's wrong. His woman is a perfect person, she's not worthless. Aveline Young is a fucking treasure. Her brown eyes are full of love and it's a miracle that someone can love him in such way.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Changretta."

"Happy Valentine's day, Linnie."

She smiles and Luca closes his eyes. "Dream a little dream of me," Aveline says.

"As always, doll."

The woman watches him finally rest. He's not a good man, she knows that. She also knows what his family thinks of her but she also knows that Luca loves her. In such a deeply way that no one else but them could understand.

She caresses his hair. One day, maybe, they'll be allowed to be happy together.

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randomishnickname · 3 months

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Thinking about Amma Crellin and her actions as reflections of the social hierarchy she grew up in. (spoilers under the cut)

Amma is pretty much Windgap royalty. Not only is her family extremely wealthy, her mother holds power over the livelihoods of big parts of the population. Her family history is deeply tied to that of Windgap. The sheriff and other officials are at Adora's beck and call. Everyone knows Adora and deferes to her, and this status transfers to Amma:

She plays the star part in the school play as a matter of course. She can get away with everything, from shoplifting to breaking curfew, from taking drugs to insulting and taunting a police officer. She's hot shit and very good at being a hot girl to boot, on the way to being prom queen like Camille once was. Her friends do everything she wants. Boys, she feels, are hers to control. Others are her playthings. At home, she's at the mercy of her mother. In the rest of Windgap, she's invicible.

Then, Ann and Natalie. Both outsiders who moved to Windgap only recently, their family without social capital worth speaking of. Both freaks, misfits - tomboys and late bloomers, still running through the woods instead of following the norms of girlhood and femininity. Still lacking self-control, prone to tantrums and biting. In the social hierarchy both of the school and the town, they're near the bottom - it's interesting Amma was friends with them once at all, but then this keen sense for social status often becomes more prominent once puberty hits. I think it's a safe bet they were bullied. They were not cool girls. And so Amma, who never faces consequences for everything, who's royalty, who has friends entirely devoted to her - she's safe killing them, in her good right almost, they're nobodies, and Windgap, that she knows so well, proves her right by not even once suspecting her. Had not an other outsider and freak, Camille, disturbed the status-quo, she would have gotten away with everything swimmingly. Her friends laugh about it too - Ann and Natalie's lives don't seem to have had much worth to them.

[I do believe her choice of killing Natalie wasn't entirely out of convenience either - I have the suspicion that Amma had a childhood crush on Natalie's older brother John that got rejected, and that killing his beloved little sister was a form of punishment for this unheard of outrage. Amma telling Camille John fancies her (despite him treating her like a venomous snake in the pool scene) could be a sort of wish fullfilment. Would explain how viciously she latches onto the 'baby killer' narrative.]

And then, Mae. To me it's VERY MUCH not a random choice to have Mae be a black kid. The only people of color Amma has probably ever met in the conferedate nostalgia enclave of Windgape are domestic workers that obeyed her, or workers at her mother's pig farm who defered to her, all of them incredibly lower on the social hierarchy than the litte Windgap princess. And now she meets this black city kid, who lives in a rented apartment, maybe with a single mom. That's not someone Amma would respect, or consider on her level, but instead I think she'd have this deep belief that Mae was her inferior and should obey her, defer to her. Did she plan on killing her when Camille granted Mae attention? Or did Mae refuse her somehow, got sick of being bossed around, in this fight they supposedly had?

And I love how all of this is both implicit and subtle yet crystal clear, in everything we learn about Ann and Natalie, the way their peers describe them (in contrast to the adults who are more proficient liars), in every interaction we see between the white upper class of Windgap and POCs.

#amma crellin #sharp objects #sharp objects spoilers #spoilers #meta #sharp objects meta #my posts #this is about the show only haven't read the book

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For fun, I made a map of approximately how long it may take Cerrit to fly to Gwessar through Wildemount and the Swavain Islands.

We do not know where in Gwessar Wrayne and the kids are, so I've measured to Niirdal-Poc and, as a stand-in for the Court of Ullusa, to Syngorn. It is not overly difficult to approximate to anywhere else in Gwessar based on that. We don't know where Mount Ygora was in what is now the Shattered Teeth, so I've used my judgment.

Magenta dots are post-Divergence Exandrian settlements, just to give a general idea of what might have been populated areas at the time. I've also included Shattengrod, a pre-Calamity city, and Ghor Dranas for reference. I have no idea where Uthtor was except vaguely around Kraghammer (dot in mountainous northern Tal'Dorei)?

I've mapped the most likely routes, ranging from the more sensible island-hopping and overland Wildemount routes to the kinda insane but more direct open water paths. Obviously, these routes cannot always be this direct or may take longer than the distance due to hazards and elevation changes, but even simplified gives a fair idea.

The labels do not cover how long he may linger in a location to rest. The hourly labels do not account for taking that segment in intervals and assume he traveled non-stop. More on that after the map.

Cerrit can move at fastest 150 feet per round, translating to about 17.0 miles per hour. This assumes he can consistently maintain this speed, which is not really possible because he is a creature who can tire. But, for simplicity, I've gone with that.

A "day" is 8 hours of travel, in which he covers 136 miles. This is why, for example, it's "2 days or 16.1 hours" instead of "48 hours". I did not convert overland routes into hourlies because there is no reason to push without resting. Note, Wildemount and Gwessar were connected by a land bridge before the late Calamity, likely at that loop above the route I marked up there.

For rough travel times without dashing (50 feet per round, about 5.7 miles per hour or 45.6 a day), multiply the listed times by three. For rough travel times dashing only once instead of twice (100 feet per around, about 11.4 miles per hour or 91.2 a day), multiply the listed times by 1.5. This applies to both days and hours.

This map does not account for how long he may be stopped to rest in a location, and hourly times presume non-stop travel instead of in intervals across a longer period of time. Generally speaking, the Player's Handbook (and also generally real life) holds that eight hours of travel in this manner, whether all non-stop or in intervals, means spending the remainder of the day resting. So, the segment over water labeled 8.3 hours generally necessitates he rest for the remainder of the day upon arrival rather than immediately beginning the next stretch. Naturally, segments where he may travel for significantly more than 8 hours non-stop may require much longer periods of rest afterward. For example, it would be reasonable that flying for 21 hours straight between what are now Bwualli and Darktow is followed by a full day or two of rest without significant travel, particularly with the next stretch being so long.

The blue ring around Avalir's approximated location is where Cerrit would begin overtaking a skyship, assuming it: a) was traveling in that direction, b) moves as fast as modern ones at 10 miles per hour, c) had a 3-hour and 30-mile head start. His ability to overtake a skyship, provided he maintains his fastest speed (more feasible this early in the journey), leaves open possibility that he can hop one for that lengthy stretch over open water. He just needs to be lucky enough to be near enough one to find it in extremely poor visibility. The formula for how long it would take Cerrit to overtake is: 30 + 10x = 17x, where x is hours. If he is dashing only once, it will take him 21.4 hours to overtake; if he is not dashing at all, he will not overtake.

The map is Andy Law's official map as seen in "Exandria: An Intimate History". That map does not have a scale, so I determined it using an overlay of his Tal'Dorei map featured in Tal'Dorei Campaign Setting Reborn and checked against an overlay of Deven Rue's map of Wildemount in Explorer's Guide to Wildemount; the scales agreed, and I included the scale.

Disclaimer: these measurements and calculations were done to the best of my ability but may be off. Generally, I'm fairly confident they're at least in the ballpark and give a decent rough idea of distance and time.

#Cerrit Agrupnin #Critical Role #Exandria Unlimited: Calamity #EXU Calamity #Exandria Unlimited Calamity #cr meta #Critical Role things

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Things that were missing in the School for Good and Evil movie

So, I have seen people comment on areas from the School for Good and Evil movie that failed to hit the mark, and I wanted to chime in some of my own thoughts:

What was up with the blood magic? I have only read the first book (I'm slacking, I know), but there was no mention of it, from what I recall. If anything, they have regular magic, which would have worked much more effectively. Plus, we were robbed by not seeing Agatha's finger glow being golden, nor Sophie's, which was the iconic color of hot pink.

Lady Lesso, I'm sorry, did not strike me as being evil enough to be a professor at the SCHOOL FOR EVIL. Also, what was up with Dovey? Her character gave me mixed signals: was she truly good or shallow like the rest of the school for good?

I love that they got Sofia Wylie to play Agatha, she did well with what she was given. Having this character be represented as a POC gives an extra layer of nuance. However, I am concerned with how they pushed Agatha aside to give Sophie more screen time. Many fans also have mentioned the treatment of Agatha's hair during her time in the school for good, while also talking about how the character is not meant to be conventionally beautiful. But given that the choice to cast Agatha as a POC yet to give her less screen time has implications that I wanted to showcase.

I liked how they did the wish-fish scene as it remained pretty faithful to the book. However, I wish they included some more scenes that were so impactful for Agatha and Sophie's character arcs. Some of these scenes include: the Circus of Talents, Sophie killing the swan, Sophie drowning the beast for cutting her hair, Agatha smiling for the first time and realizing her own inner beauty/self-worth, Agatha accepting herself and coming to terms with her own goodness. These nuances are what make the book great, and it is a shame the film didn't include them.

WHERE WAS THE RANKING SYSTEM?!?! Yes, they mentioned the fact that three failures would lead to an expulsion, but the rankings helped develop Agatha and Sophie's growth. They didn't fit the mold right away, both earning 1's at the start. But once they took control, they quickly became the top student at their respective schools.

The beginning had good action, but why reveal the biggest mystery in the entire book? Doing this made the story bland, they should've kept the original pacing.

Speaking of original, why remove the fact that the village is aware of the school? This added a whole layer of meta commentary as the town folk quickly realize that they cannot leave beyond the forest, and that if every fairytale starts at a village, then they are that village. This is why two children are taken every four years -- leading to preparation to protect the village kids and the iconic opening line of the book.

Also, removing the fact that Sophie became friends with Agatha only as a "good deed" is a disservice to both of their characters. This should have never been changed.

It feels like the movie is dead-set on showing how morality isn't black and white. Which, to be fair, is a good take, but the book already addressed this in a much more nuanced fashion. In the book, it is known that each person has a certain percentage of good and evil within them. Those that have more good are sent to be heroes, whereas those that have more evil are sent to be villains. Yet, Agatha and Sophie are different because they are the only ones who are 100% on one side: Agatha is 100% good whereas Sophie is 100% evil. This, to me, is much more nuanced because it establishes the fact that everyone can be both good and evil. Yet, those who are purely and entirely good DO exist, and when they are around, beauty and peace follows. At the same time, true evil CAN exist, and when left unchecked, can be dangerous for all.

Talking about the percentages, this is why Sophie and Agatha have a story being written about them in the first place. The film briefly states how the Storian doesn't write a tale for everyone, so the fact that it begins writing about the two of them is rare and sets in motion their tale. But the reason why it does so is partly because of Agatha being 100% good and Sophie being 100% evil, which is never addressed, thus it doesn't have enough impact in the film.

The romance between Tedros and Agatha was okay. I liked how the two had a earlier connection, but it was missing the spice of the enemies-to-lovers trope while also having no room to grow. He just likes her because "she's different," but it's never shown. Both characters seemed pretty bland as the film went on, which truly is a shame.

I wish they gave more time for the coven to interact, as well as establish Sophie's planning for a Nevers Ball. In the film, it just sort of happens without establishing the fact that only Evers have had a ball. It was also such a great twist for Sophie's actual plan to turn the school upside-down morally.

Sophie should've been more corrupted. Having wrinkles and white hair doesn't compare to the book version in which sHE LITERALLY BECOMES BALD AND FRAIL! She honestly should have looks like Smeagol from The Lord of the Rings to show how deeply a nemesis affects a villain and how evil can truly corrupt.

Talking about evil Sophie, where was the confrontation between her and Agatha? Where she nearly kills Agatha due to her hatred for her? Where she gets Agatha to slow dance with her, leading to the heroes attacking a "defenseless school?" WHERE WAS THE MOMENT WHERE SOPHIE'S PLAN LED TO TEDROS ALMOST SHOOTING AGATHA WITH AN ARROW?!?! This scene could've been as poetic as it was in the book.

The kiss between Sophie and Rafal was okay, but I wish they were more artistic with it. The movie focuses way too much on true love's kiss that they neglect the fact that this kiss be shared between two villains became a true hate kiss. In the book, Sophie describes the feeling as being horrible and wicked, and it's something that I feel the director could've played with in order to show how twisted evil's kiss truly can be. We have always seen a true love's kiss in media, but never a true hate kiss. This was definitely a missed opportunity to be sure.

What was that ending?! Honestly, this film feels like Netflix just flipped through the book, sniffed its contents, and figured that was enough for a movie. It’s giving corporate vibes and it shows. To me, the ending feels a bit sloppy and it doesn’t set things up for a sequel the way the book does where our protagonists leave abruptly through a magic portal after Agatha kisses Sophie. Nothing is truly resolved, making for a good transition to book 2. In the movie’s ending, everything feels pretty resolved, so it may be hard to get a smooth transition for a sequel that is believable.

Finally, this should have been a series on Netflix as clearly, two and a half hours isn't enough to address all of these little nuances that make the book so great. If they could do it with Bridgerton, they certainly could've done it with The School for Good and Evil.

#the school for good and evil #sge spoilers #sge #sge agatha #sge sophie #sge movie #agatha of gavaldon #sophie of gavaldon #agatha of woods beyond #sophie of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #lady lesso #sge rafal #movie analysis

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More Thoughts On Gen V:

Mental Health:

I've been watching some reviews on the show and I think one thing that constantly gets overlooked is the conversation around Mental Health. Initially it's Emma who is the purger, her ED is linked to her powers (or so she thinks). Then we learn that its more so about her feeling small, being made to think she is unworthy or nothing. Marie is a self-harmer, whether or not you see it that way, she needs to hurt herself in order to use her powers (for now). It could go one of two ways, she hurts herself and then excuses it as "using her powers" (much like Emma) or it's just a bad habit that is subconsciously linked to her emotions (again, like Emma) and I don't think we'll get a clear answer on that until the next season within The Boys - Cinematic Universe (TBCU). But just think about how many times we see her cut to use her powers in the height of a negative emotion versus when she uses them through other means. Most important of all though: The fact that everyone in The Woods who was given Compound V, has a mental illness or disorder. We know this because Dean Shetty, who runs the thing, talks about her experience as a Phycologist and Sam quite literally has Schizophrenia. She chose to experiment with these children in particular because who would want mentally unstable kids with super powers running around? These kids, to her and the rest of the world, are disposable. They are dangerous, until controlled. Now think about Emma and Marie, aren't they dangerous? Well, no, because their illnesses are "hidden." And it's a perfect commentary on how we talk about mental illnesses today. Everyone wants to raise awareness about mental health until they're met with an illness that has potential to villainize the person who has it.

Gender Queerness:

I love Jordan Li! I think the backstory, having them be Chinese and their Dad sharing how proud he was to have given birth to a son where gender preferences with children is still such a hot topic in Chinese culture, was a brilliant move. I think about how if Jordan had never been given Compound V, they probably still would've experienced issues with their gender identity. The Compound V gave them a gift. (I like to think that Compound V only emphasizes something within the individual, like with Emma and her almond mom or the invisible dude and his perviness but I haven't seen enough evidence to prove this canon). And when Jordan and Marie got together I was so happy to see a Lesbian Protagonist double POC interracial relationship on steroids, except whenever they were together, Boy Jordan would appear and I got mad at the show for being heteronormative. But once again, TBCU came through and gave Jordan the opportunity to talk about how they feel like they have to be a boy for Marie, opening the floor for that conversation to happen between the two sometime in the future. It's a point on having to perform to make other people comfortable. The last thing was something I didn't even notice until Marie pointed out, was how Jordan always turns into a boy when they want to be heard or when they need authority. It's a beautiful note on how aware Jordan is of the privileges that come with passing as a boy. Jordan works with the patriarchy even if not fully intentional. It's the inherent entitlement that is instilled in men and the cultural influences that queer people have to actively unlearn in order to fully be themselves. (Also I feel like I made some poor word choices in the last bit. I'm not anti-men, just couldn't think of another way to say it😅)

Racism:

This part is so simple yet it didn't click in my brain until just now. Throughout the entire show we are being fed the idea that Vought could not have too many POC in the spotlight at once. There's no way a bigender Asian kid could be number one. We can only have one Black person in The Seven at a time. But we're watching this show under the guise that we will get a happy ending. The good guys are going to win this... Did you forget what show you were watching too? Homelander shows up at the end and we think the fighting will stop, until he damn near uses a slur at Marie. The NEW Guardians of Godolkin are two blonde-haired, blue-eyed, do-gooders and we realize that the finale had been foreshadowed the entire time: The minorities can never come on top.

#Gen V #The Boys #TBCU

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Unit Y-0U

Chapter One: A Hazy Introduction

Okay so Gabriela is a POC Deaf Mermaid that came from the lil mermaid series and I believe she deserves more recognition. Anyways you actually get isakied in ch 2 cause this got too long. Sorry bros

This is better on AO3

Many years have passed since the day you declared war on the Horned King. Many journalists and historians are recording it as “The Last of the Mage Wars” since this may be the last war ever fought with magic. You are a young adult now but are way beyond your years with all you have experienced. Leading this rebellion wasn’t easy as a teen, and it still isn’t now.

The years have been hard on your mind and body, especially your mind, as you wake up every day in what feels like a flesh prison. That damned king made you into this, and you will never forgive him for it. Even now, you still aren’t used to your ‘new’ cyber-flesh body, even though you’ve been in it for years. You have grown to tolerate it over time; however, there is no room to be picky with the current situations that are unraveling.

You stare at yourself in a cracked full-body mirror within your cramped personal quarters, privacy both a luxury and privilege you were grateful (and, in your mind, undeserving) to have, even if your office was small. The room was made up of a metal sleep capsule room, salvaged from the crashed aerial ships the king's men used. The capsule had enough space for a narrow bed and a ‘desk’ consisting of a welded-on thin piece of metal to the wall. The old and worn information sticker on the door advertised it as having ‘4x6x5(1.2x2x1.5m) feet of space. However, it might even be smaller due to how dented it is.

Still, to have your own small space rather than a cubby in the barracks meant a lot to you. A small part of you thinks that maybe no one wants to interact with you; Your creators didn’t, so why would anyone else? Sitting on the thin and moth-bitten mattress of your bed, you stare at your nude body in the mirror.

Years’ worth of horrific wounds and surgery scars adorned your flesh. Missing parts, discolored veins and skin, tattooed sigils, burns, frost marks, and other scars made up the tapestry that was your body. You traced the sigils of your familiars along with the scars on your body before resting your hand on your chest.

You remember when you first fused with those seven mages— now your parents, how your chest seemed to glow as multi-colored lights swirled around the fragments embedded in your soul. How their voices, now clear, were once garbled and unintelligible. Even now, when you push your magic— or rather the seven’s magic— too hard, you can sometimes see your chest glow.

You pat down your head and rub your scarred face with your scarred hands. You weren’t used to this body. This human body. Were you always a human? You’re unsure; those king loyalists never bothered to tell you anything about yourself. You were starved for weeks and not even allowed basic hygiene. You remember how your hair would get so matted they would just shave it off. Injecting you with hormones and chemicals to make you stronger, taller, faster, the perfect weapon.

You are pretty out of your prime, though. Now scrawny with how rare food has become. You would often skip out on meals as well. Why should you eat when a soldier on the front lines or a starving kid would have more use for it? Maybe you don't deserve food. You would happily starve if it meant your soldiers were fine.

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“Um… Unit… Is that your name? Ahem, sorry. We have run out of food, and the farms and livestock have become infected!”

“What?! This isn’t good! Is there any way to combat this?”

“It is currently under treatment, but we will be weeks without food. There has been one suggestion by another leader?”

“Tell.”

“A lot of the bodies, especially fae that can contain trace amounts of restorative magic with them, are recent and still very fresh.”

“… You don't mean…” You stared into the soldier's eyes as they avoided your gaze.

“… Do what needs to be done, but be transparent… And give the families a choice as well…”

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‘Come on, kiddo, wakey wakey, get dressed. It's a big day today, remember?’ A certain gravelly voice whispers. ‘Oooh yeah yeah, we fight the king today,’ A particular hyena, Ed, mutters from within your head; you can feel his sigil move across your skin and buzz in excitement. ‘Stupid. We plan today, remember? Fighting that big ol bag o’ bones doesn’t happen for another week.’ Shenzi scolds. Soon the other familiars join in, and you can hear Raven and Diaval try to hush them before Scar lets out a roar telling them to silence.

The corners of your mouth perk up in a smile at their bickering, distracting you from the dysphoria that threatens to overtake you. Your bodysuit overtakes your skin right before your eyes, the thin, black, and skin-tight suit materializing on you. The cybernetic suit hums a bit, scanning your vitals to send to your phone as you look through the built-in shelves in your room for something presentable to wear.

A simple and rather loose beige shirt and some simple slacks are what you find in one cubby. The cybersuit camouflages against your skin, now invisible, allowing your arms to show. You materialized your scanner and your phone from the bodysuit pocket-dimension inventory, making sure you had everything. Rations, water, all of your weapons, and other such things as you check the time on your phone. The suit has already sent a report of your surroundings and health to your scanner, displaying everything on the paper-thin tablet.

[Seek Calorie Intake…]

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Your leg bounced as yours on a creaky chair within the tactician room. The hyenas sit next to you, cackling and occasionally roughhousing to pass the time. ‘I can’t believe you actually let them out,’ Scar huffs. You can feel him stretching and rolling over to his side and sleeping again. ‘Well, they have been behaving well.’ ‘You should take the Jabberwock out on a walk too,’ The queen of Hearts says. ‘Not a bad idea…’

Queen Clarion's hum snaps you out of your thoughts. You watch as your fellow leader looks down at the wooden table, scratched up from all the daggers that have stabbed into it. The fae representative locks eyes with you and sends a reassuring smile that you return. She sits regally despite the circumstances, her youthful appearance deceptive from her actual age.

On your left, Gabriela, a black and deaf mermaid, adjusts the gem that allows her to breathe and float on land. The representative of the merfolk was always kind to you, and you even waved hello and signed ‘it’s tense today’ when she noticed your leg bouncing. You smile and force your body to stay still, signing back at your friend. Finally, behind Gabriela was Mowgli, a boy around your age who was chosen to represent the beast folk since they raised him. You remember his passionate speeches about the atrocities he has witnessed against the beast folk. The removal of ears and tails, the discrimination, the destruction of their homes which he swears to correct, he was a passionate young man.

They were all excellent leaders with you. Ensuring that each side of their arguments is heard and checking to see if each race has its needs met. A map is laid by Mowgli’s retainer, Bagheera, a panther man who often scouts the battlefields. Soon the other retainers and tacticians join. Another noticeable one was a fairy with rather large goggles, respectively, named Bobble. The fae was a fantastic mechanic and an even better tactician. Then came in a group of three little crab-mers, who often report on how the Mets were doing, Clawdia, Buster, and Tuffy.

Bobble's wings flutter as he sits down and clears his throat. “G-greetings, everybody! I, uh, went over the plans regarding the invasion of the castle and made some minor adjustments to it. Some old pirates have been operating the airships we’ll use to move our fleet. I think the main one was led by uh…. Captain Ja…ack, I think?” He chuckles dorkily, alleviating some stress as you listen intently. “Anyways…”

Gabriela notices your nervous expression and nudges you. You glance at her and the little octopus in her lap as she signs slowly and quietly, ‘There’s no need to worry. We got this.’ You smile and sign back ‘Thank you.’ ‘Pay attention, little diamond.’ Jafar scolds,

Bagheera glances at you from across the table. “Um Mx…” Bagheera pauses as he draws a blank at your lack of name, “Unit… You grew up on the castle grounds, correct?” “That is right, sir.” “The schematics and original mappings of the moat amendment mountains that the castle was built on are useless. There are too many waterways, and the king has started to cast fog all around the castle. Many paths and buildings are blocked or destroyed, and our fliers were blown back by gusts of wind before getting shot down.” You nodded.

“The sanctum is where he put weather protections around the castle. I know the castle well enough to break in and shut it off.” Bagheera and Bobble look at you with surprise, and the triplets look bored out of their mind. Bobble clears his throat again, “Then I think… You might be the only one capable of raiding the castle to open it up for invasion…” “Understood..” Everyone in the room looks at you, surprised you agreed so quickly.

“What?” You huff, “I have a plan.” You strut up to the map and move the pins out of the way. “The king is planning for us. He will probably put all his soldiers outside his castle's moat to prevent us from getting in the first place. That’s not to say the inside is safe from traps, though…” You trail off and close your eyes in concentration. “I will ensure our fleets are ready, and while the frontlines are overwhelmed and distracted, I’ll sneak in through the moat windows and disable the weather protection, allowing for the final push.”

Everyone stares at you in silence, and Mowgli speaks in disbelief, “By yourself?” “I have my familiars.” “And if you run into the king?” You examine your nails for a second before replying bluntly and nonchalantly. “Then I’ll give him hell.”

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[SIX DAYS BEFORE INVASION]

You held onto Jetsam's back as he leaped out of the water, catching air. The eel jumped another small hill before landing in a pool of water below. The once flat plain you traverse is now filled with small ridges and depressions that fill with brackish and river water from the bodies of water and ocean near it. It was a perfect sanctuary for merfolk. You can see certain pools dedicated to families or soldiers prepping for battle.

A familiar mermaid waves you down, and you tap on Jetsam’s gills softly to get him to stop. He swims over to the edge of the pool on the hill before unceremoniously dumping you off and snickering, making you curse him under your breath. The eel then circles Gabriela in the water a few times before swimming back to you.

‘I didn’t think you would see me,’ she signs.

‘I have a keen eye…. So do you need something?’

Gabriela swims up to you, her hands twitching a bit, hesitant as she thinks of what to sign next. Her octopus Ollie looks between the two of you. Gabriela gets over her hesitation before she shoves something in your hand. You freeze and examine what she gave you: the magic relic that allows her on land.

“I… You’re giving this to me?” You ask, dumbfounded. Gabriela nods, reading your lips, and Ollie speaks up. “Gabriela wants you to have it for after the war ends and we win. She says that she hopes to return home to the ocean and that you can use it to visit us.” You stiffen before relaxing. “I promise I will visit you both.”

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[ONE DAY BEFORE INVASION]

“Diaval, change form!” Maleficent’s magic coursed through you and the crow on your finger transformed before your eyes into a dragon. You send a happy and soothing feeling through your bond with him before hopping onto his back. The crow— now dragon— tilted his head up to look at you before taking off into the sky.

Mowgli hoots as you fly off to the Pi-air Ship in the sky. The dragon turned its body upside-down over the ship, allowing you to land on the deck before reverting to his original form and returning to you. You pop your back a bit before looking around the large ship, filled to the brim with fairies. You turned to where the captain stood near the wheel, his tankard filled with rum dripping down the sides. He looks over at you for a second before raising his mug. “There ya are, kid! Want a drink before the big fight?”

‘No! No drinking before war, queen's orders!’ The Red Queen huffs. ‘I mean, it might make things go more smoothly, Mary.’ Hade's jokes, his two henchmen murmuring in agreement. ‘My lady is right. It is too great of a risk,’ The deep guttural voice of the Jabberwock hisses, making the queen preen. ‘You and your familiar are all about rules. I mean, come ooon! Rules are so much fun to break!’ You can feel Hades talking with his hands, making Jafar roll his eyes. ‘They are not. They are there for a reason!’ ‘Oh, like you are one to talk, advisor-boy—‘

‘Quiet.’ You whisper in your head before shaking it. “No, thank you, Mr. Sparrow. I’m actually here to tell you and Queen Clarion to get ready.’

“It’s happening?”

“It's happening.”

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[INVASION DAY]

“RALLY, EVERYONE! CHAAAARRRGGEE’ Mowgli yells with his soldiers as he leads them to charge to the castle walls. He watched as his soldiers began hacking down every one of the king's guards that stood in the way of the moat. Along the river ways around the battlefield, Gabriela signs to Ollie. Ollie speaks up, “Everyone! Flood the battlefield to the moat, support our front liners!” The mer chitter and click in agreement, more amphibious ones getting their weapons ready to begin invading.

Queen Clarion struts along the airship's deck in her golden pixie dust armor. “Cover the Unit as they descend and do not attempt to invade the castle until the barrier is destroyed! Understood?” As they agreed and prepared, the queen approached the bowsprit of the ship where you stand, overlooking the ground below you. You glance at the queen as she offers you a small bag of gold and azure pixie dust. “It can help you in a pinch” She smiles, and you gently take the bag and thank her.

As you approach the castle, you adjust your hooded cloak and light armor. On your side, you grabbed a cyber mask and modified it to your face to protect you from breathing in anything potentially toxic. You had everything, bow, arrows, potions, claymores, swords, polearms, daggers, and much more within your inventory. Your scanner tells you your heart rate is increasing. You take a deep breath as all the fae get ready to drop. Jumping onto the bowsprit, you walked backward until you reached the end. You looked into the queen's eyes and saluted her before dropping down.

Wings sprouted from your back as you fell, wings none other than Maleficent’s herself. Fae, pegasi, insect-folk, and harpies crowded around you to keep you from being spotted as you dove into the battlefield, some even sticking out their hands for a high-five. Looking up, you see the ships in the air fire at the castle walls, their cannonballs getting stuck in some sort of invisible barrier in the air, allowing only a few to leave a small dent or cracks in the wall. It was the perfect distraction you needed to fly through the window and land.

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You tucked your wings away to save energy and remain stealthy as you scanned around. The garden changed a lot from when you were a kid. All of the plants were shriveled up and covered in what seemed like some black, inky substance. This strange ink, perhaps ichor, spread across the castle grounds like a disease. The ink you step on sticks to your boots as it tries to pull you down into it.

‘Try to avoid whatever that is guppy. My magic feels strange around it…’ Ursula trails off. ‘This castle is empty.’ Scar notes. ‘Where is everyone?’ You hear the red queen whisper. ‘Be careful, diamond, stay vigilant.’

You looked into the distance of the castle—a massive winding path leading up several mountains upon which the castle is built. A colossal bridge at the very top connects to the sanctum. It seems the only way to get there right now is the path, as the waterways look infected with ink, and flying would put a massive target on you. Furthermore, it would be best if you preserved all your magic and strength for the fight afterward.

You adjusted your mask and scarf before dashing on your tiptoes, quick and stealthily. The castle grounds felt empty, aside from a few bots here and there. Where was everyone? Are they perhaps hiding from that strange ink outside? Something was off. You followed the broken winding path up the sheer mountains to the castle. The air pressure is lowering, and the cold nips at your skin. You can feel light snowfall hitting your hood as fog sets in.

‘Something is wrong. Where is everybody?’ Queen Grimhilde speaks up in your head, making you jump from the sudden voice. ‘This has to be a trap. Iago, go scout ahead!’ Jafar orders and the commanding voice triggers a tattooed sigil on your body. A colorful parrot emerged from it, squawking a bit as he adjusted, muttering to himself. “Yeah, yeah, I’m goin!

You trail behind Iago as he disappears into the fog to scout. Just as quickly as he flew off, you see him return frantically. Flapping his wings manically, Iago dives into you, merging back within your body. “TRAP! IT'S A TRAP! TURN AROUND, TURN AROUND!!!” You dash to the side of the path near the cliff that it spirals up, watching as a giant cauldron-born bot charges ahead with a large claymore. The bot skids on the broken path and ends up falling off of the side of the spiral path. You felt it when the bot hit the ground.

Judging by the sounds of mechanical gears clicking, that cauldrot from before wasn’t the only one. You mutter an incantation under your breath while lifting your polearm to use it to cast. The fog around you started to fade and fly away, revealing three mechanical warriors thrice your size in front of you. One raised their legs to approach you, a lounge clunk ringing out with each step they took. The others ready their weapons, and one even locks onto you, ready to deploy its laser beam.

You take a deep breath with your polearm in hand before yelling out and charging the bot that approaches you, using your momentum to run up its leg and scale it. You use your spare hand that holds your polearm to jam it into the optics of the bot, making its whole body stutter. The second bot from earlier fires its beam at you, one you easily avoid, allowing it to hit the bot you were on.

Grabbing the small bag of pixie dust earlier, you sprinkle just a trace amount onto yourself to allow you longer jumps and slow falling. Springing off from the bots leg, you swap your polearm for another weapon. A blaster wouldn’t do much to these guys, you realize, and diving down with a claymore this high up the castle is risky. You instead opt for the bow resting on your back.

Two arrows, two targets. You must hit them both at once unless you want them to smite you out of the air. Pulling the bowstring back and aiming, you close your eyes and focus. The tips of the arrows erupt into blue flames before you release them, watching as blue beams of fiery light hit your target dead in the optics. The sound of them shattering and the feeling of the heat from the arrows you shot die down as the bots fall with a screech of metal.

‘Bullseye! Good going, kiddo; I knew showing you how to use some fire would come in handy. No need to thank me!’ You scoff a bit at Lord Hades' sass. ‘Come on, let's get to the top already and show these bastards what’s coming!’ Iago squawks a bit at you from earlier. ‘You’re crazy, you know?!’ You chuckle a bit, using your slow falling to land carefully.

Without the fog covering everything in front of you, you look around where the sanctum is. You have crossed the bridge you needed to. Now you were looking up at a sheer mountain that pierced the clouds above it. The spiraling staircase that led up to it was in ruins. If you fly, they will spot you and shoot you down, and there were no waterfalls to try and swim up. Your only hope was to climb and use what remains of the stairs as a cover.

Right as you go to climb, you are reminded that if there is a god, they hate you. Black clouds swirl and form around the sanctum tower above you. Lightning strikes, and it begins to pour down rain and hail. You let out a breath and ignored the wind and cold water hitting you as you used bandaged hands to grasp onto the side of the cliff, making your way up. At some point, you start climbing one-handed, using your other hand to adjust your mask, and pull out a sword as you hear squelching from above.

You were on autopilot from doing this for so long, adventuring and fighting. You didn’t even realize that you were hacking down flying abominations of flesh that tried to attack you as you braved the weather and rock you climbed. “So after this… then what?” You say aloud; there was no one around you, and no need to be overly stealthy anyways.

‘I dunno, actually, we’re not the heroes that got a happy ending.’ Hades huffs bitterly, his voice getting quiet. You remember what the seven have told you of their pasts. Though they didn’t tell you everything, you couldn’t help but feel bad for their treatment. ‘Villains never get a happy ending, yet all those spoiled brats that ruined their lives do!’ Mary huffs. The Red Queen's anger is quieter, like she gets when she’s down. You frown with her.

‘I say we take over this kingdom as our own.’ A vizier offers, just to get denied by a tired growl. ‘Honestly, after years of this, I don't see why you can’t just rest and ‘retire’ as you humans say…’ ‘What the fuck do you mean by retire?!” Flotsam sasses, both questioning and scandalized, making you and Ursula chuckle.

‘Enough. This isn’t our decision to make. This is up to them.’ Maleficent’s voice reverberates in your head. You pause your climbing for a moment as a moment of realization washes over you. For once, you were going to be free. To be in charge of your own life! To no longer be hit or starved, or taken advantage of ever again! The sound of squelching from a flying eyeball snaps you out of your thoughts. You huff and use your sword to slice it down the center before it even has a chance to hit you.

Your spare hand put the sword away for a minute to feel your pocket. The bulkiness of Gabriela’s gem in your pocket comforts you as you remember her words from earlier. “I think maybe… having a place of my own would be nice. But exploring also sounds fun…” You hum as you slash down a few more bats and other enemies. “Make friends… explore… I think I just really want some stability in my life… I don’t know. I never thought I’d make it this far.”

‘Is the little guppy thinking of someone?~’ Ursula teases. ‘Is it that little mermaid friend of yours?’ You puff out your cheeks slightly. “I mean, she did say to visit her after all of this…” Ursula pauses thoughtfully; you think she is getting ready to tease you again. ‘Little you loved the ocean. I’m sure you will find peace within the waves.’ ‘Oh, how I would love to host parties and have fun and start a big rose garden!’ ‘Regardless, I have no intention of allowing you to slack off after this is all over. Your manners and knowledge in all things shall be refined! You are to be cultured and strong.’ ‘Queen Grimhilde is right, little one. You have plenty of talent and potential that I refuse to let you waste.’ Jafar replies.

‘Did I not just say to let the child decide for themselves? Despicable…’ ‘Now, now, my lady,' Diaval soothes, and you can hear Grimhilde’s Raven chuckle. ‘I’m sure we are all just excited that this will all be over soon.’

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Aside from the enemies and the occasional turret you would have to dodge, the climb went by pretty quickly. You looked down at the clouds from where you were before gripping onto the very top of the mountain and pulling yourself up. You were right in front of the door to the sanctum. You stroll, allowing yourself some time to breathe and take in the view of the broken stone plaza and the clouds and setting sun that surrounded you. The stained glass walls of the sanctum were still beautiful, even when some strange inky substance was covering them.

Yet, despite the astounding feat of strength you displayed, some idiots had the gall to try and stop you. You allowed the few guards there were to charge at you before quickly stepping out the way and letting them stumble. Mages and soldiers shook in their boots as you approached them, their weapons drawn and pointed.

You huff, waving your hand to collect the rainwater around you into a ball of concentrated magic as a few more guards swung at you with predictable attacks. You easily dodged them without a single scratch on you as you unleashed the spell onto the other mages and guards that looked like they had some fight in them, knocking them down but not damaging them… yet…

“I do not have time for this. Either you die here, or you let me in. Killing you would be so much quicker than a hypnosis spell. Do you all understand?” The mages and the guards looked up at you, some shaking, some nodding. “Good. Now out of my sight if you know what’s good for you.” You walk forward, allowing the men and women from before to scramble out of your way. ‘They grow up so fast!’ Hades sniffs, and you can feel a rare chuckle from Queen Grimhilde. ‘I taught you well.’

You allowed yourself to take off your mask and breath the fresh and thin air around you. The smell of wet concrete and gravel was comforting after having to do so much while stuck in a stuffy mask. Pushing open the loud wooden door to the sanctum, you strode in, taking in the vastness and beauty of it all.

The area inside was a giant circle with a few wooden benches and notes, probably from the mages earlier. The floor was decorated with a beautiful mosaic depicting the black cauldron. The reflections from the stained glass windows highlighted the room beautifully. It was so quiet you could hear the thunder and pitter-patter of the rain against glass.

A large chalk sigil was drawn on the wall in the front of the room, and in the center was a glowing ruby—the magic barrier control. You grabbed your claymore with one hand and held it over your head. Magic surged through you before you slammed the claymore down, shattering the ruby. You paused a bit before smiling to yourself. You did it! You really did it! Now the others can invite the castle grounds, and this battle will be won! The war will be over! Before you can even go outside to check if the barriers are genuinely down, a low guttural voice interrupts you.

“We meet again, you traitor child.”

Your heartbeat quickened and pounded in your head. Gripping your blade, you turned to see him—the Horned King in all his decaying glory. The skeletal figures rotting eyes bore into yours as his robes flowed in the wind. “Do you really think you can kill what is already dead?” The skeletal freak lets out a dry cackle that echoes in the room.

“Fine then, child. Allow us to settle what you started years ago.”

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(Working Title) The Blue Eyed Thief: When her friend Melody is stolen right before her eyes by men in masks, Nindé tries to go after them to stop them but fails. Nindé then goes to her family for help, but her father and brother turn against her, thinking she's lying and leading them into a trap by the government to harness dragon shifter's energy. Setting out on her own to survive and find Melody again, Nindé goes on a journey where she meets several people that change the course of her fate. Will she ever find Melody again? Or will her family get to her first? In this action thriller, Nindé finds hope, loss, and love in the journey of a lifetime to get her friend back. With no leads and nowhere to go, can she find where she belongs or will she die trying?

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Love Triangle Gone Wrong: Ethan is a werecat in a small southern town full of paranormal beings that hide from the rest of the world. Lucien was cursed to be a wolf when the moon present and is only free on nights when there is a no moon showing. The two of them imprint on a newcomer in town named Hope. The kicker? Hope is married with a kid on the way and the boys catch feelings for the wrong person. Follow Ethan, Lucien, Hope, and their friends as this love triangle unfolds in all the wrong (right?) directions and they try to keep Hope from finding out the dark truth about their small town world.

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(@/eviltothecore13 on 10/10/22 in the replies of this post):

Please, please, stop saying “the homeschooling movement” as if there’s one homeschooling movement across the whole world! this post is so US-centric… there are parts of the world where the majority of homeschoolers are not religious at all. I was homeschooled in the UK after my parents took me out of school because of the abuse I suffered there. We are not Christian or religious at all.

My best friend at my homeschool group was Jewish, taken out of school by his very left-wing mother after he experienced horrific antisemitism as well as bullying for being autistic. Most of the rest of us were not particularly religious, there were a couple of Muslims, and yes a handful of people who were to some extent Christian but that wasn’t their motivation for homeschooling. My parents never hit me. My teachers at school thought they should have done.

Was it ideal? not in every way, no. It costs money, it’s not accessible to poorer families or to families where both parents are out at work all day, and seeing different people every day at various groups and classes but never seeing any one person more regularly than once a week does make it harder to form close friendships (then again, it means you don’t end up inescapably trapped with the same bully every day.)

But we were a group of people who had tried the school system, public and private, been mistreated, been traumatised, had the schools try to blame it on us simply being “bad kids,” and found our parents were our only allies and the only people still willing to even TRY to give us an education. It was a rural county. If you got a bad reputation at one school it would follow you to the next because everyone knew each other and teachers gossiped about their students.

Whereas the homeschool group and the tutors there welcomed you whether you were autistic, ADHD, dyspraxic, dyslexic, dyscalculic, atheist, Jewish, Muslim, a POC, GNC (to my knowledge no-one was out as queer, but only because we were all young and figuring it out and we were in a homophobic area in general—the environment was certainly far less homophobic than school though, and definitely none of my friends who did go to school were out as queer at that age either)

It can be horrible. If the parents don’t have the child’s best interests at heart, if they’re authoritarian, then it can indeed put a terrible amount of power in their hands. If the parents are like mine, who listen to the child and respect them as a person, who consider it their JOB to listen to their child’s wishes and do their best to make them happy, then it gives far more power to the CHILD than the school system does.

If I disliked a tutor or a textbook or anything about my education, I could discuss it with my parents and we’d find a way to change it. It is MUCH harder to do that in the school system—believe me, as someone who tried to express my problems with teachers who abused me to the school system MULTIPLE times and NEVER got the school system to fire someone or even to put me in a different class.

And you say “the homeschooling movement” when you seem to only mean the American Christian one… I’d never heard of the HSLDA before this post, they’re NOT A THING over here, apparently they’re a “Christian organisation” which immediately makes me distrust them, but homeschooling here has NOTHING to do with that movement, please stop acting as if the American experience is universal!

I suffered infinitely more from the stigma around homeschooling (from other kids: “so, why can’t you go to school? is there something wrong with you? are you [r-slur]?” “oh you're homeschooled? I bet you don’t even know the alphabet, I bet you’re stupid”—I took the same GCSE exams as every schoolkid while I was homeschooled and got all A*s) and from feeling like I had to be perfect to prove that stigma wrong than from anything to do with homeschooling in itself.

If I ever have children (which I don’t currently plan to) or ever find myself in a position of responsibility for a child, unless our school system and government has been radically reformed, I could not in good conscience send them to school to go through what I did when I was at school.

And even if under one government things improve… the next could fuck it up again… we used to have Section 28 banning schools from teaching kids that being queer was at all acceptable… imagine if that was brought back…

If an oppressive government comes into power, and the schools are suddenly teaching kids “people like you [your families, your friends, etc] don’t deserve human rights,” I think there needs to be a way for children to still get an education outside of the school system (though let’s face it, an oppressive government would quite possibly make homeschooling illegal anyway, the Nazis did).

Children should not be faced with a situation where their ONLY way to get the qualifications needed to go to university, get a job, etc is to go through an oppressive and abusive school system. They need to have the choice of whether to go to school or not, not be forced to go somewhere that abuses them with no alternative.

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Always There - Chapter Eleven: S.Snape

Series Masterlist

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters, profanity, sad reader, mentions of reader not taking care of herself, mentions of not eating, smoking cigarettes, Sev is a bad listener

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The Potters and Severus left the house the next day, all going to 12 Grimmauld Place, the two professors attending the Order meeting and Harry getting to see his friends. Once they had arrived, Molly was the first one to greet the three of them at the door. She ushered Harry up the stairs and the professors into the dining room where the meeting was being held. This was the first meeting that Y/N was able to attend since the Order had restarted. Most of the meeting was about keeping Harry safe and protected.

“How is he doing, dove?” Remus had asked her.

“He could be better, he’s been having nightmares every night. Harry is struggling to simplify it, he watched someone die right in front of him and then had to fight Voldemort all by himself, it's a lot for a young boy,” She explained.

“What have you been doing to get him to sleep? Do sleeping draughts work?” Sirius chimed in.

“We’ve tried sleeping draughts but it makes the nightmares harder for him to come out of. He’s been sleeping in my bed since the beginning of the summer. Even then he has nightmares but at least I’m right there to help him.” With the end of the conversation, the meeting had ended, the members who weren’t staying had left and the rest had stayed. The kids were all upstairs waiting for dinner, Y/N eventually calling Harry down early so he could catch up with Remus and Sirius. She hadn’t seen the boy that happy all summer which made her heart ache. She excused herself from the room to go sit outside for some fresh air.

Severus was about to follow her but Remus wordlessly told him to stay, following her out. She was sitting on the top step with a cigarette lit in her hand. “I thought you quit when you left school?” Remus questioned as he sat beside her on the step.

“I did but after last year with the triwizard tournament and Harry’s nightmares, I started again. It’s the only way I’ve been able to stay sane. I haven’t been able to sleep, I can barely eat, it’s like I haven’t been able to turn off, you know?” She vented to her friend as she took a puff from the tobacco in her hand.

“Dove, I thought Severus talked to you about taking care of yourself. Give me that.” He took the cigarette from her hand, inhaling some smoke before putting it out and throwing it onto the pavement.

“He did but with all of the stress in my life, I haven’t been able to even think about taking care of myself. My nephew has been attacked every year he’s been at Hogwarts and it’s only getting worse. Voldemort is back, the death eaters have started their meetings, I’ve barely seen Severus, I’ve barely left the house, I’ve barely slept, I’ve barely eaten, most of my plants are dying. My life has been a mess since James died, I’ve had no order in my life since that night.”

It took everything in Remus to not scold her. He knew that a lecture was the last thing she needed, that she wouldn’t benefit from one at the moment. “Let’s go in to eat something, and then after you eat, you are going to bed, you need to rest. You can’t take care of Harry if you haven’t taken care of yourself. You want a piece of chocolate?” He held out a chocolate bar he’d been breaking pieces off of during the meeting. She broke off a piece and ate it, leaning into Remus’ side as she chewed.

“I miss them,” Y/N whispered, Remus knew she was talking about James and Lily, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and resting his head on top of hers.

“Me too, dove, me too,” He sighed. The door had opened and closed, neither of the bothering to turn around to see who it was.

“Dovey time without me? Moony, how dare you?” Sirius joked as he sat beside Remus. Y/N reached over for Sirius who gave her his hand and squeezed it. Sirius leaned his head onto Remus’ shoulder as well as the three sat in silence. They sat out there until Molly had peeked her head out to tell the trio it was time to eat. It took a few minutes for the three of them to get up and make their way into the house. She took her place next to Severus, expecting Harry to sit beside her but the boy sat beside his godfather instead.

“You okay, darling?” Severus asked her softly, watching as she pushed food around her plate instead of eating.

“I’m fine, honey. Just not hungry,” She replied, giving him a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It was time for his heart to ache, not even a year before, she was bubbly and happy and now she was dull and in a constant state of sorrow and worry. Her hair that was once put together and taken care of, now a constant frizzy or oily mess. Her skin was even duller, once shining bright and full, her cheeks now sunken in and dark rings appearing under her eyes. She had lost a substantial amount of weight during the summer, everyone taking note of it and trying to get her to eat to no avail. She was never hungry anymore, instead she was always tired and worried, hoping that her nephew would be okay and safe even though she knew that those chances were slim to none with the return of Voldemort.

“Dovey, it’s your favorite, why aren’t you eating?” Sirius asked her from across the table, all eyes turning to her in an instant.

“Just not hungry, I think I’m gonna go to bed actually,” She dismissed herself from the table, handing her plate to Kreacher, thanking the house elf, before making her way up the stairs to the room she was staying in. She pulled another cigarette from the pack and sat by the window as she lit it. As she smoked the cigarette, downstairs in the dining room, the table had fallen silent.

Severus let out a heavy sigh as he sat back in his chair, everyone's eyes now turning to him. “What are you all looking at me for?” He questioned them all.

“What’s going on with her? She’s not herself Severus and you know it. She looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks, she’s lost a lot of weight, it’s not healthy,” Molly questioned him.

“She hasn’t been sleeping well, which I just found out myself. She’s stressed out of her mind, she needs a break from everything but she doesn’t allow herself to have that break. I’ve barely had time to see her since the Order started back up, she’s by herself taking care of a boy who is wanted by every dark wizard you can name,” Severus was upset with himself because the Order had taken up so much of his time, he left Y/N all by herself to care for the boy who lived.

It had taken everything in Severus to not scream at everyone, he felt like they were blaming Y/N’s state on him when there wasn’t anything he could do, he tried his damndest to make her feel better but it hadn’t worked. Nothing that anyone did helped her in any way, her only concern was Harry, he is her boy, he is her sole responsibility, he is hers to keep safe and care for and that is what she felt like she did best. But once he began to get targeted, she realized that trying her best wasn’t good enough, she spent hours every night putting protection charms on their home, keeping dangerous plants around for defense if needed and staying up all night just in case something were to happen. The night before was the first time she had actually slept for more than an hour at a time, she slept for maybe 3 hours total before she eventually woke up and put the protection on the house.

Severus had excused himself from the table before making his way upstairs to where he knew Y/N was. She was still sitting by the window, looking out at the muggles as they walked by. She still had a lit cigarette in her hand, taking a puff when Severus had walked in. “I didn’t know you smoked,” He said, startling her slightly.

“Thought I kicked the habit but apparently not,” She replied, her eyes still watching out the window. He made his way to the window and sat beside her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me,” He said sternly.

“I’m not lying Sev, I’m fine,” She replied in the same tone.

“Y/N Potter, I don’t appreciate being lied to and you know that. Talk to me! I’m right here! You aren’t fine!” He was yelling at this point, he just wanted answers from her. He wanted the truth from her, he wanted to know how he could help.

“Don’t yell at me, Severus Snape! I told you that I am fine! Just leave it at that!”

“No, because you are going to end up killing yourself if you keep it up and I can’t lose you! Harry can’t lose you! Lupin can’t and Black and the Weasley’s! We can’t lose you so tell me what's wrong!” She finally turned to him and got up, him following suit. Her eyes were watery but she was biting back the tears.

“Everything! Everything is wrong! My brother died and my life went to shit! My brother died and part of me died with him! My nephew is being targeted by every dark wizard out there and there’s nothing I can do! My nephew is having nightmares every single night and there is nothing I can do! My nephew is happier here than he has been with me all summer! I can’t handle it all at once! It’s too much, I can't do it anymore! The only thing in my life that has gone right is you! So please just leave me alone before I fuck it up and cause myself more misery!” She screamed at him, a few tears falling from her eyes.

“I’m not leaving you,” Severus stated bluntly, his volume lowering substantially.

“Get out, please. Just get out,” She begged, “I need to be alone, please just leave me alone.”

Before Severus could open his mouth again, Remus had come in to diffuse the situation. “Lupin, your great savior is here to save the day as always. I am not leaving you alone,” Severus was getting frustrated. He just wanted to help but she wasn’t letting him.

“Severus, please just go, she’s asked you to leave more than once, just go,” Remus spoke up, defending his best friend.

“What? So you can have her all to yourself? No, I am not leaving her. She is the love of my life and I am not going anywhere until I know how to help her,” Severus fought back.

Severus and Remus continued to argue, Y/N sitting back down, her knees pulled to her chest, her forehead resting on her knees and her hands covering her ears. “Everyone needs to get out! Everyone needs to leave me alone! I want to be alone! Get out! GET OUT!” She finally snapped after listening to the bickering for way too long. Both men looked at her, then at each other before leaving the room, finally listening to her.

As soon as they had left, she put herself in bed, covering herself with the blanket and blankly staring at the window. She felt the need to cry but she couldn’t, it was almost as if her body wasn’t allowing her to cry. Forcing her to ‘stay strong’ for Harry even though he had the Weasley’s, Hermione, Severus, Sirius and Remus. There were plenty of people that could care for him but she felt like she had to, even if she couldn’t care for herself she could still try her hardest to take care of her boy. She had promised her brother and she wouldn’t break that promise, not now, not ever.

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John Wayne | Chapter 3 | Rhett Abbott

Despite the mood board suggesting otherwise, my fics are size and POC inclusive.

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Summary: Rhett ends up in the city for a friend's wedding. You're going through a rough breakup. A meet-cute in a cafe changes both of your lives.

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader

Content warnings: This is a fast burn fic now, fluff

You and Rhett had been texting almost nonstop. It wasn’t like you couldn’t live without talking to each other, but it was that you didn’t want to. Of course, your coworkers were pretty relentless with the teasing. No one really believed you when you said that you were dating an actual cowboy, not even with the pictures to prove it. You promised to call him when you were done with work, which seemed to work perfectly. You got done with everything at around 7, and there was a two-hour difference between New York and Wyoming.

“Can we FaceTime? I’ve been dying to see your face,” Rhett said after you told him that you were back at the apartment.

“I don’t see why not. Just give me a minute to get my food.”

You ate together and had a light conversation until after both of you were done eating. That was when he started to ask some of the more “hard-hitting” questions.

“Okay, so, where do you see yourself in ten years?” He asked. You leaned back in your chair and took a minute to answer.

“Well, I hope I can have all of my student loans paid off by then. I love working for The Times so I’m hoping that maybe I’ll have a change in position or a raise. Maybe a house if I can afford it, one or two kids. What about you?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever leave Wabang. I didn’t go to college and I’m not good at a lot. I think I could see myself with kids. I love Amy, she’s my niece, so I feel like I’m good with kids. Definitely don’t quote me on that, though. I’ve got a foul mouth on me.”

The statement made you chuckle. He was definitely right about having a foul mouth. You completely lost track of time until Rebecca walked in.

“Hey, Rhett,” she said.

“Hey.”

It wasn’t long before you cleaned up the kitchen and went back to your room. You were still on the phone with Rhett, which was surprising. You didn’t normally do long phone calls, but he was special. It was getting late and you had to get ready for bed, but you made sure to text Rhett before you fell asleep.

“Who is that girl that he’s been on the phone with?” Cecelia asked Royal and Perry.

“He didn’t tell you? They met at a cafe in New York. We stopped there for coffee and they really hit it off,” Perry said.

“Huh, well are you sure that she’s even real? That boy has never had a girlfriend, let alone one that lives in the city,” Royal added.

“Oh, she’s real. Super pretty and nice, too.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You were eating lunch with Danielle when your phone chimed. It was a text from Rhett. You read it as it flashed across the screen.

“Oh my God!” You exclaimed.

“What? What is it?” She asked.

You quickly unlocked your phone and slid it across the table. Rhett texted you to ask if you wanted to visit him and his family in Wyoming.

“You need to go. He’s a bull rider, right?”

You nodded your head and took a sip of your drink.

“Ask him when his next ride is and go then. You know he’ll win, anyways. And you have a lot of vacation time saved up.”

“Okay.”

His next competition wouldn’t be for another two weeks, so you had time to get things figured out. The rest of the day seemed to go by alarmingly fast, but it also wasn’t really a busy day at the office. You texted Rebecca to meet in your room once you got back to the apartment because you “had news”. You almost jumped out of your bed as she practically kicked the door to your room open to ask what the news was.

“Rhett asked me if I wanted to go to Wyoming and meet his family… And I said yes.”

“What?! You’re kidding, right? Because you’ve only known each other for like two weeks and maybe that wouldn’t be a super great idea.”

“No, I’m serious. Danielle said to wait until his next competition and go then, which won’t be for another two weeks. So there’s time to get my stuff packed and everything. I’m actually really excited because they sound like nice people and everything. So hopefully, I don’t end up getting murdered.”

“I’ll help you pack but I hate that you are the way you are… I never said that he was gonna murder you.”

“It was heavily implied.”

It took a lot of persuading but you eventually got Rebecca not to pack your bags for you then and there. You were willing to let her take you shopping, but that was it. You didn’t really feel like you needed new clothes for the trip, but you loved going shopping with Rebecca so it was a fine balance. The first week went by in a blur.

Maybe it was the excitement and the nerves, but that second week was agonizing. You couldn’t wait to get out of New York, even if it was just for a short amount of time. You made sure to send Rhett a picture of your ticket so that he had everything he needed to pick you up from the airport. Shopping with Rebecca quickly derailed as she dragged you into a Victoria’s Secret and picked up a black lingerie set.

“Okay, Wyoming is hot but it’s not that hot,” you said. She glared at you and sighed.

“Wear it under your clothes, dumbass. Or you could just wear it in general. No one cares. Well, no one cares that much. It’s a small town.”

“Yeah, and that’s part of the problem. Everyone knows everyone. It would be embarrassing.”

“Whatever. You’re hot. You know you’re hot, he knows you’re hot. I don’t really see the problem.”

“I guess I’ll buy it but I’m not listening to your advice. I’ve almost been arrested multiple times by taking your advice.”

It was hard not to laugh. Both of you knew that you were right, but it was quiet in the store and you didn’t want to look crazy. You got everything that you needed and (almost) everything that Rebecca thought you needed before walking around the mall some more. The candle store was irresistible even though you had at least one candle in almost every room of the apartment. You only had a gneral idea of what you were going to bring with you to Wyoming, so it took you a while to get your bags packed and put by your bedroom door.

“Okay, I love you, don’t get murdered, and take pictures of all of the cows,” Rebecca said as she pulled up to your gate at the airport. It was barely six in the morning, but you figured that an early flight would be best. You chuckled before making sure that you had everything that you needed in your bag.

“I can do the first two. Not too sure about the cows, though. That’s kind of a weird request.”

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cipheramnesia · 1 year

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Please tell me more about your salad-eating dad.

Well he's about eighty now and he's a bit set in his ways as they say about people that hold a lotta stereotyped ideas about women and POC, which honestly I still have trouble reconciling with the diversity of his friends and the frankly unbelievable amount of beautiful women he pulled. Man's always been one big cup of respect women juice away from getting to live the rest of his life with an astonishingly beautiful and brilliant woman with a medical career and that's on him. Twice divorced. Kinda looks like a shorter, more square version of Mr. Clean.

I think he was granted secret fae glamour because he literally can make friends with anyone, anywhere. I've seen it happen on an elevator ride. I know he was the wild child of his family, dealing drugs and listening to acid rock and driving fast cars. He met my mom that way. My bubbie, his mom, emigrated from Russia but never taught a word to her kids.

He's a mixed bag, definitely put some mental scars on me, but also he has been supportive of what I like, I never had a bigger cheer leader for my art. He likes golf and got me into reading scifi at a young age and also kept telling me I could look at his Playboy and Hustlers anytime when I was a teenager, made we swear to stick to LSD not pot becuase LSD was better. Would randomly quiz me about where we were when driving and yell at me if I didn't know, probably hit my mom once, but not me.

And he's old, y'know, pretty old, pretty good shape for an old guy, and I was in a pretty bad place when I started transition and I think the happiness he heard in our calls is really why he never flinched. Somewhere over the year or so I was out but not to my dad the change from "My kid might die" sunk in that when I dropped transition on him I spec he was releived he got an alive daughter not a dead son.

He's just some guy in the grand scheme, mostly he did right by me as a father but he wasn't always good or kind. He's funny and smart and probably on balance, probably, did more good than harm, I hope.

And it really ended up meaning a lot to have him so easily accept transition, because of all that, because I know he's not perfect and has done kind things and cruel things but the thing he never did was make his kid feel unloved for being trans, yeah? I think about how many other parents, better or worse, aren't as supportive, or outright oppositional and I can't understand it. My dad doesn't even understand why it's such a big deal him being like that. It should be that for everyone is all.

Anyway, he also likes making big salads for dinner, probably because he had like four heart attacks.

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re: Laena and Daemon’s treatment of her.

I think the fandom tends to shift the blame for Laena, Baela and Rhaena being neglected onto Daemon instead of the writers/showrunners.

In their quest to make him as irredeemable as possible, the writers severed him from his positive relationships with non-Rhaenyra people. This negatively impacted his relationship with his Black wife and Black daughters.

The writers are quite possibly racist and anti-Black. We see it in the treatment of Mysaria, Laena, Baela and Rhaena.

However, the blame does not rest solely on them, the fandom is also racist, and they enjoy their fantasies about Laena and how she’s a Black seductress/Jezebel, who could not steal him away from his great white love.

They constantly champion the Driftmark scene where Daemon ignores his bruised, bleeding daughters and only moves when he sees Rhaenyra might be in danger, as a sign that Rhaenyra is the only woman he will ever love.

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I agree. I'll say something else about a thing I said: about HotD making the Velaryons/their scions Black and even though I do think canon!Daemon had a more passionate regard for canon!Rhaenyra is more than the canon! Laena, it is very true that many white or non-Black ASoIaF fans tend to disregard the dragon twins from just their names and shift it onto Jaehaerys and Jaehaera OR full out calling them "monkeys" and delighting in fantasies of their mistreatment or abuse. Ironic because it still has a different flavor to the fantasies of Rhaenyra's sons dying horrible painful deaths.

Then you may have art leaving them out of what was called "family" portrait as if the twins are not blood-related to Rhaenyra as her first cousins and to-be wives of her sons, and would-be mothers to her grandkids. Stepchildren who she raised alongside Daemon and helped develop into the young girls and women they eventually become, thus are her kids.

And to leave it at how the canon relationship may "support" the idea that LaenaxDaemon was an inferior relationship to Daemyra can effectively encourage racism against show!Laena. Because we already 1) face people mixing canon and show lore, cherry-picking facts, etc., 2) some events and how they went down aren't messed up too much in the show, HotD, and the original stories still yield a collective significance, and meaning to viewers of both book readers and show-only watchers. We're never going to get out of this rut until every person is as dedicated to reading the stories as much as a book reader, pondering for hours about characterizations and implications of some monarchial declarations and actions in the world.

*EDIT (forgot to add this)* Yeah show!Laena is black/PoC unlike canon, but I think that it is not her becoming black and then continuing with the Velaryon-suffering already in the original story (thus making as if there was racism when it is supposedly just the writers overlooking the optics once race is changed). We shouldn't pretend that the show!Velaryons have the exact same treatment or events happen to them in the same ways as in canon.

The writers did make some changes regarding how the Velaryones acted and the events surrounding them:

Laena gets that self-immolating treatment (a common wife-riddance social tool in some cultures' literature and actual history) when dragon riders actually don't die often in fire nor is that even a desired death by anyone in canon. It's simply a flashier way to go and to provoke watchers while giving more pain to an already dying, lonely woman (as she wasn't surrounded by loved ones like in canon, and in Driftmark her childhood and ancestral home).

Laenor got punched up by a Kingsuard while becoming the next Prince Consort of a ruling Queen, and yet doesn't recompense through Criston's exile or death.

Laenor loses his lover to a nonsensically-allowed outburst of rage from Colon in the midst of his engagement feast. In canon, Choler kills Joffrey in what could be reasonably excused, at least, during a melee, where anyone could get killed in a competitive fury. Thus Cholera escaped death and punishment that way.

And then some scenes they should have included. One is Laena bonding with Vhagar in her preteens, which would have provided its own significance being contrasted against Aemond's bonding moment with Vhagar. We get a clue that she used sailing rope to climb onto the dragon's back, but we do not see scenes of her getting to this point using her wits. We do not know how she avoided her caretakers to visit Vhagar or maybe how Rhaenys guided her into approaching Vhagar and teaching her commands or such. (We do not know how she processed possibly being married to a 30+ man, how the Velaryons broached that with her, either, and with Aemma's unnecessarily violent birth scene that centers Viserys' emotions more, this part especially reveals the writers' lack of concern for female character's development as they should writing a woman's story.) Laena's bonding with Vhagar contextualizes and makes real the visible mourning the show makes Vhagar have AND works to show why & how she came to be so loved by Rhaenyra and Daemon on her own merit.

Removing Laena from their lives or subduing that bond really just reduces the emotionality of all three characters, the bonds they had with each other, remove the reason why Rhaenyra announced that her sons would marry Laena's daughters and makes it seem more about politics than a blend of that and genuine love (thus a loss in complexity that is pretty inherent to these characters' family lives)

Which is very much a change. A downgrade and misunderstanding of the canon. The Dance was a war incited by many moments where the respective sides grew more and more suspicious of each other from domestic issues and misogyny-- "small" events of pointed insults or court-group censure, hidden meetings for plots, etc. and then there would be what we had with Laena, Rhaenyra, and Daemon where the life they had for a short while nonetheless created a stronger base not just for rhaenyra but all her kids. why wouldn't we want to see how the blacks/rhaenyra and Daemon's "blended" family operate and how each kid developed over the years to anticipate how they would act during the war itself? (Esp for the non-book readers coming into this story for the first time). *END OF EDIT*

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