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manic-pixies-dream-girl · 3 years

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champagne supernova

genre: angst & fluff

word count: 1.7k

warnings/tags: brief anxiety, panic, alcohol, mentions of weed, mentions of the dark mark

summary: the reader and adrian are old friends with an unkindled love for one another.

a/n: i wanted to try writing adrian pucey, and i probably wont end up getting his character right (sorry in advance). this is one of the pieces that belongs to my song birds collection, this one is based on the song champagne supernova by oasis. i hope you enjoy this mediocre writing. (let me know if i need to add anymore warnings or tags)

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The window glass was chilling in contrast against her heated face. The party was still bustling with life and frevor after what seemed to have been ages. But in reality, the party had only begun a mere two hours before she had decided to rest her head against the glass.

It’s been 24 minutes since that decision. She could’ve fooled people with the thought that she was asleep or passed out.

Not really feeling like sitting against the window any longer, she moved to point her head to where she knew the crowd would be and opened her eyes.

After nearly half an hour of staring at the back of her eyelids, the stark lighting of the venue was blinding. The faces beginning to come back to focus again, she noticed a number of them from school, and among many other pureblood prejudice families like her own.

It’s all bloody stupid in her opinion. Though the same can’t be said for some of her peers.

She, at last, stood up from where she had been seated for far too long, and she wobbled in stance due to her quite numb legs and weak ankles. She cursed at her mother for making her wear heels as she placed a hand against the wall for a moment to regain her balance.

Catching a glimpse of the exit sign, she began weaving her way through the crowd of people.

She had nearly made it to the door when a woman stepped back a few mere centimeters and ended up colliding with her. Just her luck.

The woman turned and spotted her, ever so awkwardly righting herself. Narcissa Malfoy, a beauty she was with her striking white blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes.

“I apologize, Mrs. Malfoy, I didn’t mean to knock into you. Though for what it’s worth, it is good seeing you again.” She stated hastily, placing her hand on Narcissa’s arm.

“Oh dear, no need to apologize, though I do hope you're doing well,” Narcissa remarked with a loving smile. And she couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“I’m doing just fine, thank you Narcissa.” She rushed out in a much quicker manner than she intended. At that, she then gave Narcissa’s arm a last squeeze and yet again resumed attempting to make her way for the door.

She grabbed the cold metal handle and pushed the door opening it. “Perfect,” she mumbled seeing that the door opened up to a stairwell. Moving towards the flights, she began climbing to where she would hopefully find the roof.

Finally reaching the top after eight levels of stairs, her legs were tingling and her muscles burned, also considering the fact that she was still clad in heels. Taking a moment to regain her breath, and attempting to get some sort of feeling back in her legs, she moved to open the door that would lead her to the roof.

She was left to pull out her wand to unlock the door. “Alohomora.” She whispered, motioning the wand and hearing the click of the lock. She then pushed the door open and stepped outside onto the roof platform.

It was still damp from a drizzle that had only just finished, what seemed to have been minutes before she moved away from the party. She stepped out further, moving to the cement ledge of the roof. She saw that the sun was nearly set and that the lights of London were beginning to brighten in contrast to the growing darkness that would soon accompany them.

The sun's last rays were a deep orange shining through the buildings. She felt surreal in those moments, the sun taking its last breath before divulging beneath the skyline of the city, and the wind brushing against her skin sending shivers of gooseflesh up her arms to her shoulders.

She closed her eyes and she’d have never noticed a tear sneak through the brim of her eyelids and snake down her cheek if it weren’t for the wind cooling it against her flesh.

That's how he found her. Hands propping herself up on the ledge, in a silk black dress cascading down to the middle of her thighs, and of all the things crying while basking in the last sunlight. He thought her the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He’d brought up a bottle of expensive champagne from the party below, hoping to spend some time with her. He smiled at the thought, remembering the way he’d fancied her since their years at Hogwarts. They’d become quite good friends back then but sadly their friendship had withered quite a bit since their petty school years.

She quickly wiped the tears that had escaped, before she turned to the door hearing it close. That’s when she saw him, she smiled when she noticed that it was Adrian. He was dressed in a tailored black suit that fit him ever so nicely, and the shirt underneath was white and the first two buttons were undone to where she could see his collarbones and part of his chest.

Her eyes then flickered to the bottle he was holding. He noticed and raised the bottle, and an eyebrow accompanied by a smirk. It would be a lie if she said she didn’t miss him.

“Come up here to get me drunk, have you?” She reprimanded, as he moved to accompany her by the ledge.

“No, not exactly. I was hoping to get high as well.” He answered in a teasing manner, moving his hand to reach inside the pocket of his trousers, he pulled out a metal case, with what she could only assume was weed.

“Ah..so mixing our poisons now?” She queried, tilting her head at him as he placed the case on top of the ledge. Noting the way he looked with his tousled chocolate locks, and how a few strands left resting against his brow. He’s undeniably handsome, even more so than when they’d gone to Hogwarts.

She made a move to grab the bottle. When she did this, he saw the mark flash on her left forearm. He grabbed her wrist quickly before she even had time to realize what was happening. She was scared for a moment, scared of how he would react.

She studied his facial expressions carefully as he too examined her arm. He finally flicked his golden-brown eyes up to meet her sacred ones. He was concerned and worried for her, but he had no need to say it, she knew.

She selfishly pulled her arm away hoping that the tension would dissolve, and grabbed the bottle before he could realize it. He watched as she pointedly avoided his gaze, and aimed the cork away from them, and pulled it out causing it to spew a bit onto the already wet cement.

The bottle was so quickly raised to her lips and she drank, she didn’t move the bottle from her mouth for a long few seconds. She’d drank nearly a quarter of it in those moments.

He stepped forward carefully and tried to take the bottle from her hand, she resisted at first but then let go. He set it down to accompany the metal case in the ledge. He pulled her into him placing his arms around her protectively as she nestled into him.

Her breath shuddered and she let out a sob. She’d done so well at holding it together until then. She didn’t want to burden him with all of her issues, that's why she’d dwindled their friendship in the first place. She knew that it was an inevitable outcome so she never allowed herself to get close to anyone.

She tried pushing against his broody figure and backing up a few steps. “You're not oblig- obligated to be here with me Adrian.” She stuttered out still crying and breathing heavily. He only stared at her, tears still streaming down her face, eyes puffy and red, her lips moistened by the fallen tears.

“Don’t let me burden you.” She murmured, her lips formed a pout and she crossed her arms over herself protectively. He couldn't fathom how she’d think that he’d not want to be there for her like he’d been all those times before. It hurt him seeing her like this, and she was pushing him away.

“I’m not here for you. I’m here because I miss you and I don’t know how much longer I can go without you there with me too. You said we’d be together forever, through everything.” His speech made her cry harder. “I’m here for you and I know you’ll be there for me as well. So stop trying to push me away, don’t close yourself off.”

He pulled her back and hugged her, this time to where she couldn’t push away. “I love you.” He whispered mostly to himself.

She pulled her head away from where it was placed on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes and noticed for the first time that they had flecks of green in them. She then glanced down to his lips, a peachy color tinting them, though paler due to the darkness surrounding them.

He looked into her eyes as well noting how they still shined with the glossy tears. He placed his hands on either side of her face and used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. He didn’t notice himself leaning down, but his nose was close to touching her cheek and she had opened her mouth a little.

They were breathing each other's air. His eyes flicked up to hers for a moment only to see that she was just as eager. He closed the gap between their lips, the kiss they shared was full of years worth of passion and unshared love for one another.

Their lips moved together smoothly but quickly making it a messier kiss. But it was perfect for them. He moved one of his hands down to hold her waist and left the other to snake to the back of her neck.

They pulled away both breathing heavily, only to rest their foreheads against each other. The supernova of lights surrounded them and their champagne tainted lips.

He let out a breathy laugh. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.” She smiled back at him.

“I have some idea.”

#adrian pucey #adrian pucey x reader #adrian pucey imagine #adrian pucey fluff #adrian pucey angst #adrian pucey aesthetic #pucey #hp #harry potter side characters

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dr-divinae · 3 years

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Spirit Guide Session

Welcome to your Shamanic Healing Journey experience where you'll be introduced to your Spirit Guides for the second time tonight!! Yeah, I used GoogleNotes for your Spirit Guide Sessions and lost all of my work but I'm not terribly off track I had wrote some of le. Details down via Grimoire for ShamanicChanneling

@cosmic-badlarry

Thank you so much 💖 for joining me this evening 💞 or should I correct myself and say late evening 🌃 night!!

I'm noticing the moon right now 😹

First Quarter Moon 🌜 in ♉⚡💜 When the moon is in Taurus we are motivated by a place of serenity, security, peace, and comfort.🌺⚡Tonight, this evening my dear Gemini child you are going to meet your most active🍂 Spirit Guides...I just pulled some Oracle Cards from multiple decks and based on their Chakra balancing and literal meaning you've got a lot of 🌸Spirit Guides in the 💙fifth Chakra💙 or the 💎Vishudha❄️, and right away we know that that's the 🗣️throat Chakra🗣️💫

And the throat Chakra represents: All sound, Vibration , Communication, Self-expression, Listening, Speaking, Writing

This to me tells me that there could be something related to yourself in the mentioned areas of voice , or vibration?

Or perhaps it's a hint of who your Spiritual Guardians are and what your Spirit Guides gifts are as far as communication goes because that's another vibe I strongly get as a result of this card pulling set.

On my Oracle Card I can tell it's Gabriel's horn... So dear Gemini 💞💖 your first Spirit Guide that's showing up today is Archangel Gabriel as he is also associated with the fifth Chakra as well. Due to his communication link in literally each and every story we ever heard of him .. and he's even known to wear this blue which actually relates to the Chakra I am speaking on so much now ,

now now I'm going to get comfortably numb 😂😂😅 no drugs needed just my regular medical medication 😭dont tell them your dr is now! It's just that I'm ready to do the most in depth part of this Shamanic Session which you've paid for ... I just need to relax , I'm listening 🎧 to a specific type of binaural beats music 🎶 that allow me to channel your most Active 🍂 Spiritual Guardians hopefully I'll really connect with your Spirit Guide ☺️ here we go it's 12: 36 now wow long process🍂💫🌜 but worth it no?

When i begin typing again it will all be channeled information all from your Special shamanic experience with your Spirit Guide.. see you there in the channel 😎...

Hello 👋 Gemini 😁 I'm glad that you have made this choice to finally meet the voice behind all of the synchronicity 🏵️ in your life🍂🍁 to meet the real reason we have met this evening and I'm glad and honored to introduce you to your Spirit Guide🏵️🌸💐

Your most active and current Spirit Guide is a Greek Goddess from this tale I'm about to share and although she's been cursed by Juno and lost her voice somewhat; She is able to repeat sentences, fragments and makes a whole lot of sense when I have her communicate with your higher self 😅 because when I first found out through this Shanic experience that your Spirit Guide is sort of speechless I was lol pretty depressed. About the direction of this Shamanic Healing Journeys for you but going forward I did find the magical method to communicate with the ever forever silenced echos of your Greek. Spirit Guide.

And it's 1:17AM EST Did you guess your Spirit Guide 🏵️ yet? No...

Name: Echo

Origin: Latin

Meaning:reflected sound

Echo as a girl's name is of Latin and Greek origin meaning "reflected sound". In mythology, Echo was a nymph who loved Narcissus and faded away until only her voice was left behind.

In Greek mythology, Echo (/ˈɛkoʊ/; Greek: Ἠχώ, Ēkhō, "echo",[3] from ἦχος (ēchos), "sound"[4]) was an Oread who resided on Mount Cithaeron.[5] Zeus loved consorting with beautiful nymphs and often visited them on Earth. Eventually, Zeus's wife, Hera, became suspicious, and came from Mount Olympus in an attempt to catch Zeus with the nymphs. Echo, by trying to protect Zeus (as he had ordered her to do), endured Hera's wrath, and Hera made her only able to speak the last words spoken to her. So when Echo met Narcissus and fell in love with him, she was unable to tell him how she felt and was forced to watch him as he fell in love with himself.

In Metamorphoses (8 AD), the poet Ovid tells of Juno (Hera in Greek mythology) and the jealousy she felt over her husband Jupiter's (Zeus in Greek mythology) many affairs. Though vigilant, whenever she was about to catch him, Echo distracted her with lengthy conversations. When at last Juno realized the truth, she cursed Echo. From that moment on, the once loquacious nymph could only repeat the most recently spoken words of another person.

Abode/Residential: Mount Cathaeron

Parents: Ouranos

Siblings: Nymphs

Children: Lynx and Lambe

Consort: Pan and Narcissus

Symbol: Crabgrass, Hemlock , the Skunk

Colors: Black, White, Blue, and Purple

The myth of the goddess is told in Book III of the Metamorphoses, and tells the story of a "talkative nymph" whom the goddess Venus admires for her magnificent voice and song. When she tricks Juno into believing that her husband, Jupiter, was in the city, Juno curses Echo by making her able to only finish a sentence not started, and unable to say anything on her own. "Yet a chatterbox, had no other use of speech than she has now, that she could repeat only the last words out of many." This is the explanation of the aural effect which was named after her.[1]

Sometime after being cursed, Echo spied a young man, Narcissus, while he was out hunting deer with his companions. She immediately fell in love with him and, infatuated, followed quietly. The more she looked at the young man, the more she longed for him. Though she wished with all her heart to call out to Narcissus, Juno's curse prevented her.[2]

During the hunt, Narcissus became separated from his companions and called out, ‘is anyone there,’ and heard the nymph repeat his words. Startled, Narcissus answered the voice, ‘come here,’ only to be told the same. When Narcissus saw that nobody had emerged from the glade, he concluded that the owner of the voice must be running away from him and called out again. Finally, he shouted, "This way, we must come together." Taking this to be a reciprocation of her love, Echo concurred ecstatically, "We must come together!"[3]

In her delight, Echo rushed to Narcissus ready to throw her arms around her beloved. Narcissus, however, was appalled and, spurning her, exclaimed, ‘Hands off! May I die before you enjoy my body.’ All Echo could whisper in reply was, ‘enjoy my body’ and having done so she fled, scorned, humiliated, and shamed.[4]

Despite the harshness of his rejection, Echo's love for Narcissus only grew.[5] When Narcissus died, wasting away before his own reflection, consumed by a love that could not be, Echo mourned over his body. When Narcissus, looking one last time into the pool uttered, "Oh marvellous boy, I loved you in vain, farewell", Echo too chorused, "Farewell."[6]

What's Hemlock?

Poison hemlock (Conium maculatum) is a poisonous invasive weed that has caused many accidental deaths because of its resemblance to carrots, including the wild carrot (Queen Anne’s lace). The poisonous agents in the plant are volatile alkaloids, and they are found in every part of the plant. In addition to causing death when ingested, the plant also causes a miserable dermatitis in sensitive people upon contact with skin. Socrates drank the juice of this notorious plant to commit suicide, and ancient Greeks used it to poison their enemies and political prisoners. North American Natives dipped their arrowheads in hemlock to make sure every hit was fatal.

.........TO MOST DEFINITELY BE CONTINUED

Having technical difficulties as far as uploading and sharing this channeled session of Shamanic Healing so @cosmic-badlarry just pleeease hold on

Anybody who's interested inbox me

I can tell you who your Spirit Guide is not a problem just need to get a small fee 😊 and speak to you for a quick second of does not take long at all that part . . But my part of doing channeling does take it m afraid hours. This case I'm doing now omg I've been working since 11:33PM EST NOW ITS 5:44 EST

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imogengotdrunk · 6 years

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Sooo I've been lurking around your blog for a while and your Love, Simon post has finally given me courage to ask about Gavin and RK's wedding (because honestly, I've been wondering for a while). Please tell me it would be incredibly sappy and induce a lot of happy tears.

Hello, Anon! Never be shy to ask! I’m normally slow to get around to answering, but I will answer eventually. And this is definitely something that I’ve thought about, as well!

Short version: Gavin would be in a gay panic for the entire time leading up to the ceremony, Tina would be on ‘keep-everyone-in-line’ duty, Hank would probably spend at least some time at the open bar, and the whole day would run smoother than clockwork because R.K is painstaking when it comes to having a schedule of any kind.

I’ll put the more detailed version under the cut, because I may as well have written a fucking fic – and I still might, at that. But I hope this answers your question for now, Anon!

(I warn you and apologise – this is seriously fucking long because I like weddings. Sue me. And I wanted to include a few headcanons that I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, and this seemed like a good opportunity)

THE VENUEThey probably wouldn’t get married in a church. I know that loads of churches offer services to same-sex couples nowadays, and I hope that by the 2030s-40s, this has only expanded. But human/android weddings might still be a touchy subject in a lot of places, even years after the revolution. Plus, I’m not sure whether Gavin or any of his family are religious or not (I HC his mother as being quite traditionalist and conservative, but not for any religious reasons I don’t think).

So I think they’d get married somewhere relatively familiar and probably understated. Gavin wouldn’t really give a shit at the end of the day, though, let’s be honest; he’s getting fucking married, who cares where, right? And as long as they’re not eloping to Las Vegas or anything too spontaneous, R.K’s content with whatever venue Gavin decides on.

And they don’t need anywhere huge, because they’re both pretty private and tight-knit people – guests would be family and close friends only.

THE GUESTSGavin’s dad is the first person to be invited. The poor guy’s had to stand back and watch his only son get his gay heart broken time and time again. But now Gavin’s finally bagged himself a fiancé – a 6ft tall, well-spoken, model-handsome, police officer fiancé, who looks ready to straight-up murder anything that might pose even the slightest threat to Gavin Reed. So, naturally, Mr. Reed’s the one who gives Gavin away on the big day, and is very, very happy to do so.

Tina Chen’s the maid of honour, of course. They don’t even ask her – she just immediately assumes the position and drags R.K away to begin the wedding preparations.Every cake-maker, florist, and bespoke tailor in Detroit are now terrified of the two of them. While Tina and R.K are quite different people, when it comes to Gavin Reed’s happiness, they’re similarly and meticulously ruthless. On the actual day, Fowler’s tie clashes with the colour of the roses, and he only needs to glance at the expression on Tina and R.K’s faces before he’s subtly tugging it off and hiding it away in his pocket, where it will not make an appearance again today, so help him God.

Connor is ringbearer (he’s the only one R.K trusts not to lose them), and Hank is R.K’s best man. Everyone expected it to be Connor seeing as they’re practically brothers, but R.K asked Hank specifically. When asked, spluttering and incredulously, ‘why in hell d’you want me to do it’, R.K simply replies, ‘because you’re the best man I know, Lieutenant.’Hank spends the rest of the day in a stupor before making a silent vow to be the best goddamn best man in wedding history. He even gets a hair cut when the big day comes around – and Connor can confirm that he looks very dashing in formal attire.

The Jericho crew – Markus, North, Simon and Josh.Something I haven’t touched upon yet in any of my trash – I headcanon R.K and North to be very good friends. R.K has a rocky relationship with Markus (Markus overrode his programming to make him deviant, and R.K punched him in the face in response), but he absolutely adores North. They’re both candid, no-nonsense, and have the same kind of dry humour.In-game, North’s always been the most forthright of Markus’ companions – she wants to get the job done in the most straightforward and efficient way possible, and this is definitely something that she and R.K have in common. So R.K wants her at the wedding, but he knows that by extension, he has to invite Markus, Simon and Josh as well, because they’re kind of a package deal (I HC something polyamory going on between Markus, North and Simon, and Josh is Markus’ right-hand man in almost everything). R.K likes Josh and Simon well enough, and can be civil with Markus when the situation calls for it.

Kara, Alice and Luther – Another thing I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, I also HC Connor staying in touch with Kara following the revolution, since he seemed to genuinely care about her and Alice after he became deviant.They’re still living in Canada, since I can’t see them moving back to Detroit after everything they went through to get across the border. But I think Connor would have wanted to check up on them somehow, to make sure they were all right, and I can see them becoming friends over time through various calls and visits. This of course means that Connor introduces R.K, and eventually Gavin, to them.R.K and Kara get on strangely well considering how different they both are, Alice learns her first curse word from Gavin because the man can’t control his mouth around anyone, and Luther is possibly the only android who can intimidate R.K just by standing in the same room with him (that gentle giant is very tol).

Their close colleagues at the DPD would probably be invited, too. These include Fowler, Ben Collins, Chris Miller and his family, and probably Wilson as well.

Gavin’s mom is NOT invited, but she brings that on herself. When Gavin and R.K get engaged, Gavin tries to get back in contact with her over the phone, and after some polite and uncomfortable small talk, Gavin tells her that he has a male android fiancé. A lot of old wounds are opened up (they argue about Gavin’s sexuality, about it meaning that there would be no “proper grandchildren”, that adoption doesn’t count, etc, etc, all stuff that Gavin’s had to hear before when he was much younger and cared much more about her opinion of him).It goes on for a while, and eventually Gavin just hangs up. He’s not too bummed out about it – he pretty much expected that reaction – and least he tried. But sometimes trying just doesn’t get you any new results, especially with someone so set in their own views.

THE WEDDING

Yes, to finally answer the question, it would indeed be the sappiest wedding to have ever sapped. For Gavin, anyway. He’s never let himself think too much about marriage, because he’s a realist (or a cynic) and he just always assumed that it would never happen for him. But suddenly here he is, at his fucking wedding, and R’s waiting for him all dressed up in a nice suit and he’s smiling and looking at Gavin like he’s the whole world, and they’re getting fucking married.

Gavin’s a nervous wreck when the ceremony actually starts; they might be surrounded by friends, but it’s still a public fucking thing and he could trip over or say something wrong and embarrass himself, and his hands are shaking the entire way there. But the second he and his dad reach R.K, the android reaches for one of his hands, and squeezes, and Gavin stops giving as much of a shit about anything else in the room.

He’d probably be able to hold it together, through sheer nerves, until the vows. Words are something that R.K’s very good with, so of course he’s written the most perfect vows ever, and Gavin would be a choked-up mess afterwards trying to get through his own. It makes him feel better to know his dad, Tina and Josh are emotional messes by the end of it as well, though. And he does see Hank getting teary-eyed, even of the old man tries to hide it behind a fucking cough.

Although, I’m tempted to have some kind of crime happen during the wedding, or at least during the after-party. If anyone’s ever watched the 3rd season of BBC’s Sherlock, then you know how problematic it is to have a hyperfocused detective solving crimes at a wedding. Imagine Gav and R off on their first murder investigation as a married couple, five fucking minutes after they’re actually married. Classic.

I think that’s enough for now, though. Let me know If you want any more in the future, I’d be happy to include some other HCs in another post, but this has gotten seriously long and I need to be stopped somewhere.

#ask #detroit become human #dbh #RK900 #gavin reed #reed900 #wedding #LONG

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