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When Somebody Loved Me (Everything Was Beautiful) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

A reunion of childhood best friends would typically be a jubilant affair, but not in this case. No, because you were about to reunite with none other than Alex Morgan, the woman who left you behind when you were kids, the woman who'd broken not only your heart but your spirit as well.

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Disclaimer: This fic could be very triggering to some, it deals with abuse, speicifically child abuse, so if that's going to trigger you PLEASE skip this one. If you're still here, get ready for a 9K emotional roller coaster. As always, I'd really love to hear what you all think, this has been a fic I've been wanting to write for so long and I'm so happy it's done, so please, let me know what you think.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Child Abuse/Mentions of Child Abuse ⚠️

You closed your eyes, practicing the deep breathing you learned in therapy before your eyes open, the stadium where you would meet the USWNT looming overhead.  

You knew you would see her, that you would have to see her, you were now working for her team after all, but the thought of your reunion made your stomach twist.  

You could feel your chest tighten, a panic attack looming as you thought about your Y/E/C orbs meeting hers.  

You wondered if they were still the same bright blues you remembered.  

You shake your head rapidly, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind.  

Just because you were about to see each other again after so long, didn’t mean things were the same as they once were, she’d left you behind, and you didn’t think you could ever forgive her for that.  

You didn’t know if you could ever forgive Alex Morgan for what she did, in all honesty, you weren’t sure if you wanted to.  

With one final deep breath you slip out of your rental car and make your way towards the arena, mere minutes from reuniting with the woman that broke your heart.

************************************************************************If there was one thing Alex Morgan didn’t expect, it was to see you making your way across the field towards her and the team, Emma Hayes at your side.  

Her throat bobbed as she took you in.  

You’d gotten taller, easily towering over her.  

Your jawline was much sharper, and visibly clenched, something she used to get on you about when you were growing up.  

The second your eyes met hers, her heart stalled in her chest, the Y/E/C orbs that would once soften when they locked with her blues, were now cold and sharp.  

“Y/N...” Alex whispers when you’re in earshot and you glance her way.  

“Do I know you?” You ask, a harshness to your tone that takes her aback, she’d never heard you speak that way, especially to her.  

Her mouth opens and closes rapidly, the woman searching for anything at all to say, but it’s as if her vocal cords had stopped working.  

Her teammates eye her curiously, their eyes darting between the two of you.  

“Well, this is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s going to be our new trainer, she comes HIGHLY recommended, so try to make her feel welcome, okay?” Emma smiles, in no way missing the way Alex stares pleadingly at your profile.  

Eventually, your eyes catch hers, her orbs the same bright blues that you often found yourself getting lost in years ago.  

Alex isn’t able to utter a single word before you’re turning on your heels and moving towards the sidelines, Emma Hayes in toe.  

Alex jumps when a hand settles on her back, a hand belonging to her longtime friend, Kelley O’Hara.  

“Are you okay Al? Is something wrong?” She asks, able to read the woman’s face easily, picking up on the fact that she was incredibly upset.  

“Ye-Yeah.” Alex stammers, her blues orbs burning holes in your back as you move out of sight.  

“Everything is fine.”

************************************************************************The second Alex saw you, all the emotions she tried so, so hard to bury came rushing back, hitting her like a tidal wave.  

She wasn’t prepared for the way you looked at her, your eyes hard and icy, a look she vaguely remembered when she spotted you in the hallways of your high school, your books hugged to your chest and a new bruise gracing your face or your arms, the woman knowing full well that more bruises were hidden beneath your clothes.   

She knew deep down she deserved it; she severed ties with you when you needed her the most, and she could never wash away the guilt she felt every time you passed her in the hallway, your face twisted in a pained grimace.  

That night, she stares at the ceiling, her blue orbs glassy as she remembers the first time, she saw signs of the abuse you were enduring at home.  

************************************************************************“What are those from?” A small Alex Morgan asks as she points to the circular marks dotting your forearm, the skin a bright and angry red, the wounds fresh.  

You shake your head rapidly, pulling your arm away from her.  

“N-N-Nothing.” You mumble, the girl scoffing as she gently takes your arm, her blue orbs zeroing in on the sores covering your arm.  

“What happened?” She asks and you shake your head, tears glistening in your Y/E/C orbs.  

“Y/N...” She whispers, gently rubbing your arm, careful not to touch the marks.  

“You can tell me anything...” She says, frowning when she sees a tear streaming down your cheek.  

“What happened?” She asks again and you swallow, your mouth opening and closing before you croak out a single word.  

“Dad.”

************************************************************************Needless to say, Alex didn’t sleep well that night, her mind racing, wondering if the wounds on your arm had increased in number.  

She honestly wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.  

Eventually, Alex dragged herself onto the bus that morning, her blue orbs immediately finding your Y/E/C’s.  

You almost immediately turn away, as if you’re unable to look at her for too long.  

She pauses, attempting to find something, anything to say to you, but again, she finds herself unable to speak.  

She sighs in defeat before making her way towards the back of the bus, unaware that your eyes are on her, your nostrils flaring.  

She had no right to speak to you, no right to even look at you, not after the things she’d done, not after she’d left you behind to be abused and neglected.  

You growl, turning towards the front of the bus, your fingers curling around the seat in front of you.  

If you had anything to say about it, you wouldn’t speak to Alex Morgan ever again, in reality, it wasn’t that you wouldn’t it was that you couldn’t.

************************************************************************Unfortunately, you’re forced to speak to her, the forward seeking you out when you reach the hotel, pushing her way into the elevator with you.  

Your throat bobs as you stare blankly forward, your foot tapping and hands trembling, something Alex notices immediately.  

“Y/N.” She whispers, her voice cracking, the sound pulling at your heartstrings, that sadness ebbing away a beat later.  

“Y/N, you can’t ignore me forever.” She sighs and you shake your head.  

“I told you; I have no idea who you are.” You say, the woman growling as you hastily exit the elevator, her hand catching your wrist, something that noticeably makes you jump.  

“That’s bullshit Y/N, and you know-- 

Your lip curls in a snarl as you jerk your arm from her grasp.  

“I USED to have a friend named Alex Morgan, but that was a long time ago.” You say through gritted teeth before turning on your heels and marching down the hallway, leaving a crestfallen Alex Morgan behind.

*********************************************************************** Despite the fact that your last interaction didn’t go well, Alex continued to try and speak to you, popping up seemingly everywhere.  

Unfortunately, you would be on the road for a significant amount of time considering it was She Believes Season, the entirety of the team together more often than not.  

The close quarters resulted in early mornings, and one morning, you’d made the mistake of rolling up your sleeves to your elbows, revealing the multiple scars littering your skin.  

Alex stiffened the moment she saw them, tears filling her blue orbs as she saw the massive number of burns on your skin, burns she knew were made by the end of a cigarette.  

She’s unable to keep the tears in her eyes at bay, tears streaming down her cheeks.  

You pick your head up, the feel of someone staring at you setting the hairs of your arms on end.  

Your eyes catch hers and your brows furrow, following her gaze to the scars dotting your arms.  

Your eyes meet hers before dropping to your marred arm, your nostrils flaring as you turn away, tugging your arm out of view.  

“Alex...?”  

Alex jumps, her eyes meeting Kelley’s concerned brown orbs.  

“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” She asks, watching as Alex wipes her tears away with the sleeve of her sweater.  

“It’s alright Kel, it’s nothing.” She sniffles, her eyes burning holes in the back of your head.  

Kelley eyes her profile worriedly before turning away reluctantly, wondering what it was that was troubling her so.  

************************************************************************“When did that happen?” Alex asks when she catches you in the hallway on your way to your hotel room.  

You turn on your heels, coming face to face with the woman you’d been trying to avoid, her blue orbs zeroed in on your scarred arm.  

You pull your arm out of view, tucking it behind you.  

“Like you care.” You bite, turning on your heels to take your leave.  

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.” She whispers, her words stopping you in your tracks, taking you back to the day on the playground when you’d first told her that your father had burned your arm, when you’d first told her your father was abusing you.  

“Like you don’t know.” You mumble, unable to turn to face her, tears stinging your eyes.  

Your breath hitches when she slips around you, gently taking your wrist and inspecting your arm closely. 

You’re unable to stop your heart from skipping a beat when she brushes the scars, her touch light and tender.  

The scars were generally perfect circles, aside from those that overlapped, forming random shapes along your arm.  

Alex frowned as she caressed the lumpy and disfigured skin, her eyes glazing over.  

“Don’t act like you care.” You mutter, the forward frowning.  

“I do care, Y/N.”  

You scoff, pulling your arm out of her grasp, briefly missing the way her fingertips felt against your skin.  

“If you cared Alex, I wouldn’t have these.” You growl, her throat bobbing.  

“You can’t blame me for that Y/N, it isn’t fair.”  

You bark out a laugh, the sound taking her by surprise.  

“I wouldn’t have half the scars I do if it wasn’t for you. You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and for what Alex!?” You yell, surprised by the sound of your own voice and the anger in your tone.  

Alex’s mouth opens and closes rapidly, the forward unable to find her words, that being enough to send you shoving passed her, your shoulder knocking hers as you make your way down the hall towards your hotel room, leaving the woman behind, just as she’d done to you.  

That night, you can’t help but stare at your shirtless self in the mirror, the scars typically hidden beneath your clothes revealed, of course, to your eyes only.  

How could you ever forgive Alex when your skin looked like yours?  

How could you ever forgive the woman that you’d blamed for receiving them in the first place?

************************************************************************It was unsurprising to Alex that you put so much pressure on her during practice, as if getting back at her for all the pain she caused.  

“Pick it up Morgan!” You yell, Alex noticeably slacking considering you’d spent the practice already putting her through the ringer.  

It’s only after her drills end that she comes to a halt, panting heavily, her hands on her knees as she attempts to fill her lungs with air.  

You shake your head, making your way towards her and leaning down.  

“You don’t just make the team because you’re a pretty face, you know that right?” You bite, the forward shooting you a glare.  

Your brows furrow when the corners of her mouth tick upward.  

“Did you just say I’m pretty?” She teases and you scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.  

“Of course, THAT’S what you take from that.”  

Alex’s lips split in a grin, her smile just as bright as it always had been, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.  

“Hey, you said it, not me.” She smirks and you roll your eyes, turning her towards the remainder of the team before giving her a light shove.  

“Get your ass over there Morgan.” You grumble, her grin widening before she skips towards the others.  

You roll your eyes, unable to hold back a small smile as you too make your way towards the team.  

************************************************************************The distance between you and Alex was still massive, no bridge long enough to bring the two of you together.  

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Alex’s part, whereas she tried to reach out, you’d only pull back, unwilling to bridge the gap, in fact, increasing its size. 

Alex watched as you focused your attention Lindsey’s knee, wrapping it gently, the blonde saying something to you she can’t quite hear, but whatever it was, it makes you smile, a smile that still makes her heart skip a beat after all these years.  

You move to your feet, giving the midfielder a pat on the shoulder before she turns and jogs onto the field.  

“Thanks Y/N!” Emily says patting your back a bit harder than intended, as she jogs passed following Lindsey onto the field.  

You go ridged, your hands trembling as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.  

Alex jogs towards you, the emotional turmoil you were experiencing unnoticed by the remainder of the team.  

“Y/N...?” Alex whispers as she gently takes your trembling hands in her own, stopping their quaking.  

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, an anxiety attack impending, something Alex had seen happen to you multiple times before.  

“Y/N?” She says again, giving your hands a squeeze, this time however, you speak.  

“I said I was sorry... Please don’t…” You mutter, Alex’s eyes widening before immediately filling with tears. 

“Come on.” She whispers, silently guiding you away from the team, catching sight of Emma Hayes watching the two of you, the forward shaking her head rapidly.  

When you’re in a secluded spot, Alex cups your cheeks.  

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me.”  

You squeeze your eyes shut even more so than they already were, your hands shaking violently.  

The tears in Alex’s eyes begin to stream down her face as she tries to think of something, ANYTHING to get you out of the catatonic state you’re in.  

Her eyes widen, a memory flickering in the back of her mind as she pulls you into her, one arm around you and the other resting on the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in the fine hairs there.  

She remembered holding you that way in high school, before your friendship ended, a nightmare pulling you from your sleep one night as the two of you slept side by side.  

“I’ve got you.” She whispers in your ear, drawing lazy circles against the nape of your neck.  

“And I’m not letting you go, never again.” She whispers, cooing softly in your ear.  

Your breathing begins to slow, the motion of her fingers against the nape of your neck lulling you into a sense of calm, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.  

She knew when you realized it was her that was holding you, you’d pull away, and the thought tore her heart in two. 

You begin to relax, your shoulders sagging as your eyes slowly flutter open.  

Almost immediately you move out of Alex’s hold, the forward frowning, missing the way you felt against her, missing the way her fingers felt tangled in your hair.  

“What the hell are you doing?” You snarl, putting as much distance as you possibly can between the two of you.  

“I-I didn’t know what else to do, you were having a panic attack.” She explains, her voice quivering.  

You scoff.  

“I didn’t NEED your help, I would’ve been just fine without you, like I ALWAYS have been.” You bark out before hastily leaving the room, not even sparing a glance back at the woman whose shoulder you roughly knocked into on your way out. 

************************************************************************ Even though you were angry at her, you knew you had to thank Alex.  

You couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if Alex hadn’t taken charge and took you to a secluded place to calm down, using a technique she became accustomed to using in your later high school years.  

You could still feel her fingers gently drawing circles against the nape of your neck, something you longed to feel again, but you wouldn’t let her get that close again, you couldn’t.  

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the very woman who’d been on your mind comes towards you, the woman silently shuffling from foot to foot as she waits to get her ankle wrapped.  

You give Kelley a smile, the defender’s ankle wrapped in her own bit of tape before she jogs off, turning and giving Alex’s hand a squeeze on her way passed.  

Alex comes to a stop in front of you, her throat bobbing as you gently take her ankle in your hands.  

You’re silently wrapping her ankle in bright pink tape when you finally find your voice.  

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, blue orbs widening as they meet your Y/E/C’s.  

“You don’t need to be.” She smiles softly and you clear your throat, the sight of that smile effecting you more than you’d care to admit.  

“I do." You sigh, the forwards cheeks flushing as you subconsciously caress her ankle. 

“You...” You swallow hard, your throat bobbing.  

“If you weren’t there for me the other day, I don’t know what I would’ve done, so... Thank you, Alex.” You whisper, clearing your throat, your eyes widening when you realize you’d been running your thumb gently back and forth along her ankle.  

You give her a nod, reluctantly releasing her ankle, your old friend staring down at you for a moment before she smiles. 

“You don’t have to thank me.” She mumbles softly, before her lips split in a grin.  

“But you’re welcome.”  

You watch as she makes her way onto the field, a smile stretching across your own face as you turn to Lindsey Horan, the blonde waiting for her knee to be wrapped.  

However, you can’t help but look passed her, specifically at Alex Morgan, the woman beaming, wearing a smile you hadn’t seen her wear in a long, long time.  

A smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach begin to stir, butterflies that died a long, long time ago, butterflies that were slowly coming back to life.  

You didn’t like that the feelings you did your best to bury were resurfacing.  

You blamed her, you were supposed to hate her, but the more she smiled your way, the more that anger and blame started to ebb away.  

Your brows furrow as your phone again begins to ring, an unknown number stretched across its screen.  

You shake your head, dropping your phone onto the top of a nearby bag. 

Alex glances your way, smiling softly when your eyes meet.  

The relationship between the two of you began to slowly change, you no longer looked at her with absolute disdain, instead wearing an expression she couldn’t quite place.  

It’s when Emma Hayes blows her whistle that Alex sighs, making her way towards her bag, unaware that your phone had slipped inside.  

She runs her hand through her sweat covered hair, catching sight of you out of the corner of her eye as you chat with Emma Hayes, a smile on your face.  

She’d missed seeing that smile, mostly, she missed seeing that smile directed at her.  

She turns away, reluctantly, unaware that your phone was buried deep inside her bag.

************************************************************************You growl, searching wildly through your bag in an attempt to find your phone, sighing when you come up empty.  

You flop down onto your hotel room’s bed, your head in your hands.  

The last thing you wanted to do today was lose your phone, but here you were, attempting to remember where you’d last seen the device.  

A tentative knock on your hotel room door makes you jump, your brows furrowing as you make your way towards it.  

You tug the door open, your eyes widening and brows knitting in confusion when you see Alex standing behind the door, the woman shuffling nervously from foot to foot.  

“Uhhh, yeah?” You say, the woman nodding into your hotel room.  

“Can I come in?” She asks and you hum, eyeing her intently before you step aside, uncertain why you’d allowed her into your room.  

The door clicks shut behind you before you turn towards her, your arms crossed across your chest.  

“What is it?” You ask, your eyes widening when you realize she was holding your phone.  

“I found it in my bag.” She says, the look on her face telling you there was something more to the reason why she was in your room.  

“Th-Thanks.” You stutter, taking it from her hand, the forward’s throat bobbing.  

“It was ringing, and I answered it.” She says, your brows knitting, anger building in your chest at the thought of the woman invading your privacy.  

“I’m-I’m sorry Y/N, I promise, I really didn’t know it was your phone.” She stutters, the anger you were feeling dissipating at the look on Alex’s face.  

“There’s more to it, isn’t there?” You ask and she, sheepishly nods.  

“It was your mother.”  

Your eyes double in size, your body going ridged at the mention of the woman who’d done nothing, merely watching as your father abused and neglected you, a woman you hadn’t talked to since you were kicked out at 18.  

You make your way towards your bed, taking a seat on its end, Alex making her way towards you, waiting until you give her a nod before she too sits down.  

The room is enveloped in silence for a moment before you find your voice.  

“Wh-What did she want?” You stammer, realizing the calls you’d been getting the last few days must have been from your mother.  

Alex swallows hard, staring at her intertwined fingers, her mouth opening and closing.  

“It’s your dad.” She whispers, noting the hitch in your breath, the woman unable to stop herself from reaching for, and covering your hand.  

You find yourself taking comfort in her touch, something you thought you would never do again.  

“What happened?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.  

Alex clears her throat, seemingly searching for what to say before she mutters.  

“He’s dying.”  

You snort, in a sick sense, happy that the man who destroyed your childhood was about to die.  

“Your mom said, he wants to...” She pauses, staring at your profile as she speaks.  

“He wants to apologize, for everything, before he passes.” 

You stiffen, your hands balling into fists, Alex’s thumb delicately running along your white knuckles.  

You chuckle.  

“Of course he does. He wants to clear his own conscious before he dies.” You snarl angrily, the thought of calling your mother and ripping her a new one prominent in your mind.  

Alex remains silent, your brows furrowing as you turn towards her, her mouth opening and closing rapidly.  

“What?” You ask, the forward shrugging.  

“I may have...” She stops mid-sentence, shuffling nervously.  

“Said some things.”  

Your brows arch, noting that she’s refusing to look you in the eye.  

“Like what?” You ask and she clears her throat.  

“I may have told her your dad was a piece of shit, and that you didn’t owe him anything, that he doesn’t deserve to see you after all he did, and that she was a bitch who doesn’t deserve to see you either because she was just as guilty. He abused you, and she just watched and did nothing about it.”   

Your brows arch, your eyes burning holes in the side of Alex’s head before you laugh, her blue orbs widening as she turns towards you.  

You wrap your arms around your middle as you’re overcome with laughter, the thought of the look on your mother’s face as Alex tore her a new one, and the look on her face when it was Alex that answered the phone making you laugh uncontrollably.  

You knew her and your father weren’t her biggest fans, considering she treated you the way you were meant to be treated, and loved you in a way that they never did.  

“I would’ve paid to see that.” You say, wiping a tear from your eyes, the forward beside you smiling, her lips splitting into a grin.  

“I meant what I said, you don’t owe them anything Y/N, even if he’s dying, you don’t have to go to see him, unless you want to.”  

You shake your head, your eyes dropping to your and Alex’s joined hands, the feel of her hand in your own making your heart skip a beat.  

“I know.” You say, taking a deep breath before exhaling loudly.  

“I kind of want to see him, to show him that even though he treated me the way he did, he didn’t break me, that I became successful, and I didn’t need him or my mother to do it.”  

You swallow hard, your gaze falling to your lap.  

“I suppose...” You pause, frowning, unable to stop tears forming in your eyes.  

“I suppose he did break me, didn’t he?” You mutter, your eyes widening a gasp leaving you as Alex’s hand leaves your own, the woman instead wrapping her arms tightly around you.  

The tears that formed in your eyes began streaming down your cheeks as she held you tightly, her cheek pressing against your shoulder.  

“He didn’t Y/N.” She whispers, squeezing you gently, not wanting to throw you into a panic attack like you’d had the other day.  

You close your eyes, sagging in her hold, the hotel room falling silent as you simply let Alex hold you in her arms, a feeling you didn’t realize you’d missed so much.  

You’re unsure of what makes you say it, but before you can think your lips are moving.  

“I don’t know if I can face them alone.” You confess, Alex turning her head and kissing your temple, the woman stiffening when she realizes what she did, though she in no way relinquishes her hold on you.  

“You don’t have to Y/N.” She whispers, smiling when she feels your arm slip around her.  

“What do you mean?” You ask, your heart lightening in your chest at the thought of the forward coming back to your hometown with you.  

“I’ll go with you.” She mutters nervously, leaning heavily into you, her hold on you tightening.  

You go silent before you rest your head against hers, a soft sigh leaving you as you give her side a squeeze.  

“I think I’d like that very much.”

*********************************************************************** The relationship between you drastically changed after that, the bridge was all but mended, the two of you almost as inseparable as when you were kids.  

And when the She Believes Tournament ended, with the USWNT as the victors, you and Alex decided it was time to prepare to head back to your hometown, a place that held so many bad memories for you.  

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at your apartment door, your hand freezing on the doorknob as you take a deep breath.  

Despite the fact that things were better between the two of you, you still got nervous, worried that she would disappear again and break your heart.  

You pull the door open slowly, Alex smiling when your eyes meet hers, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder a suitcase in one hand.  

“Are you ready?” She asks as you step aside, allowing her inside, the woman taking in your small apartment.  

“Honestly, not really.” You sigh, leaning against the island in your kitchenette.  

Alex makes her way towards you with a frown, taking your hands, the gesture making your cheeks flush.  

“Well, you’re not going alone, I’ll be there every step of the way.” She whispers as she caresses your knuckles.  

You couldn’t lie, the feelings you had for Alex had resurfaced, and the closer you became, the more you realized that the feelings you had in high school had come back, tenfold.  

You were in love with the woman currently holding your hands, the woman whose blue orbs sparkled when she smiled, the woman who’d broken your heart all those years ago.  

You give her hands a squeeze, noting the flush of her own cheeks.  

“I know.” You whisper pushing yourself off the island and moving to your full height.  

“And it means a lot to me.” You say, bashfully staring at the floor beneath your feet.  

Alex smiles softly, turning your hands over in her own before intertwining your fingers.  

“It’s the least I could do.” She says, giving your hands a squeeze.  

Her hands leave yours reluctantly and you sigh, missing the feel of her smooth palms against your own.  

“Well, let’s go.”

************************************************************************Alex’s fingers drum on the steering wheel, her eyes darting to the passenger's seat, where you're fast asleep. 

She knew this journey would take a toll on you, she knew that this was one of the hardest things you ever had to do, and she was happy you’d allowed her to be along for the ride. 

You mumble in your sleep, your brows furrowing as your head turns back and forth.  

Alex reaches towards you, gently covering your hand with her own as she pulls into the tiny roadside hotel the two of you were planning on staying in for the night before you reach your hometown the following day.  

“Hey.” Alex whispers, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  

Your eyes slowly flutter open, your brows furrowing as you blink rapidly to clear your vision.  

“Are we here?” You rasp, the sound of your sleepy voice making her smile lovingly.  

“No, we’re at the hotel.” 

You hum, stretching your arms above your head before you open the passenger's side door and slip out with a groan.  

Alex slides out the driver’s side door, she too stretching. 

“We had reservations, right?” You ask and she nods rapidly.  

“I’ll go check us in.”  

You watch her go with a small smile, the woman disappearing into the small hotel’s lobby, leaving you with the suitcases, which you didn’t mind.  

You lean back against Alex’s car, staring up at the random hotel you’d decided to stop at on your way home.  

You sigh, leaning your head against the car behind you.  

You didn’t want to go home, you didn’t want to face your father and your mother, but you knew you had to.  

You had to show them that you were well off, you had to show them that you’d made it without them, that you survived your father’s abuse and your mother’s refusal to do anything about it.  

And having Alex Morgan by your side was just a plus, a major plus.  

You remember your father taunting you, making comments about how Alex had finally learned how pathetic you were and made the right decision to distance herself from you.  

Your throat bobs as you bite your bottom lip, staving off tears at the thought of your father’s harsh words.  

Your mother wanted you to come home to hear their apology, but you had ulterior motives.  

You were never going to accept her apology, and you were certainly never going to accept his, much like his apologies during your childhood, they meant absolutely nothing, and that wasn’t about to change.  

“Hey.”  

You jump, your eyes flashing open, immediately locking with Alex’s blue orbs.  

“Are you okay?” She asks, concern evident in her tone.  

You clear your throat, pushing off the car as you nod.  

“Yeah, I’m just fine.”  

************************************************************************It didn’t take long for the two of you to settle into your room, the pair of you flopping down onto the beds you’d be sleeping on for the night.  

“I’m so tired.” You yawn, rolling off the bed and heading to your suitcase.  

Before you realize what, you’re doing, you tug your shirt over your head, revealing your near bare back to the woman in the opposite bed.  

“Oh my god.”  

You twist on your heels, your eyes wide.  

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You ask as you approach the forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.  

“What is— 

You pause your throat bobbing as you glance down at yourself, realizing your torso was bare, covered only by the sports bra you were wearing. 

Meaning each and every scar that covered your flesh was revealed, scars dotting your arms, as well as covering your chest and back.  

Alex’s hands tremble as she makes her way towards you, her eyes focused intently on your chest, a number of scars littering your skin, some from glass, some from a belt, and others you couldn’t really remember. 

Lashes covered your stomach, as well as your back, red welts made mostly by your father’s favorite belt.  

A wide array of cigarette burns covered your skin, mostly all over your arms, but some were on your chest and stomach.  

“Jesus Christ.” Alex whispers, her voice cracking as she places her hands on your shoulders, taking in the destruction your father left behind on your skin.  

“I-I...” She stammers, her bottom lip trembling as she turns you around, lash marks covering your back, overlapping into a mess of patterns.  

Alex sobs, your breath hitching as she wraps her arms around you from behind, burying her face in the nape of your neck.  

“I’m so sorry.” She cries, clinging onto you for dear life, her tears running down your scarred back.  

You turn in her hold, wrapping your arms tightly around her, the woman burying her face in your neck as she cries.  

“This is all my fault.” She sniffs, realizing that you hadn’t had the scars you do before the two of you had stopped being friends.  

You shake your head, your chin resting on the top of her head.  

“It isn’t. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.” You whisper, ducking down to kiss her head.  

Alex pulls back, her watery blue orbs locking with your equally watery Y/E/C’s.  

“It is Y/N!” She cries, searching your face intently.  

“You didn’t have these before we stopped being friends.” She says, whimpering as she takes in your scars again.  

“I— 

“No.” She says, shaking her head rapidly.  

“If I would’ve just told you how I felt, you wouldn’t have these.” She sniffles, your eyes widening, and brows furrowing.  

“What do you mean?” You ask, staring closely at the woman’s face, noting the way her throat bobs.  

“Come on, Al.” You whisper, gently placing your hands on her waist.  

“You can tell me anything.” You say, repeating the words she’d said on the playground so long ago.  

Much to your surprise, she stares at you blankly for a moment before leaning in, your breath catching as her lips meet yours.  

The butterflies that recently began to stir, burst to life as you kiss your childhood best friend, something you’d wanted to do for so long.  

Your lips lock, the kiss stimulating every one of your nerve endings.  

You never wanted it to end, you never wanted to stop kissing Alex Morgan.  

She sighs against your lips as you kiss passionately, feelings the two of you had for so long now revealed. 

Reluctantly, you part, Alex’s forehead resting against yours as you catch your breath.  

“Wow.” You whisper, smiling when Alex leans in for another kiss, this one softer, and shorter than the one you’d just shared.   

Alex’s mouth opens and closes for a few seconds before she clears her throat.  

“I didn’t know how to tell you back then how I felt, I was scared, I thought if I pushed you away, the feelings would go away, but they didn’t.”  

She cups your cheeks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  

“They never went away, because I love you, Y/N.” She confesses, your eyes doubling in size, your heart skipping a beat.  

“I always have, I just never knew how to say it...”  

She licks her lips, inhaling deeply before continuing.  

“When I saw you walking across the field, those feelings came flooding back.”  

She rests her forehead against yours.  

“I love you Y/N, I always have, and I always will.”  

The room falls silent, the woman in front of you baring her entire soul to you, the knowledge that she’d felt the same making your stomach lurch with excitement.  

You lean in, pressing a feather light kiss to her lips.  

“I love you too, Al.” You whisper, Alex smiling against your lips as she throws her arms around your neck, kissing you passionately, the feel of her lips against yours something she couldn't get enough of.  

The kisses remain tame, the urge to turn them into something more not present in any sense, the two of you catching up on the tender and loving kisses you’d missed when growing up.  

You again, reluctantly part, your arms wrapping tightly around Alex, the forward burying her nose in the crook of your neck.  

Unfortunately, your lips part in a lengthy, and loud yawn, the woman in your arms giggling as she leans back, leaning in to peck your lips before stepping out of your embrace.  

“We should get some sleep, huh?” She asks and you nod, making your way towards your suitcase and grabbing the shirt you’d first intended to put on.  

“Wait.” Alex whispers, placing her hand gently on your back so as to not scare you.  

You turn to face her, a single brow arched as she motions to the shirt in your hands.  

“Keep it off.” She says your throat bobbing as your eyes dart from Alex’s blue orbs to the shirt and back. 

You hum, dropping the shirt before grabbing a few things from your suitcase and nodding to the bathroom.  

“I’ll be right back.” You smile, pecking her lips before disappearing into the bathroom.  

Alex, meanwhile, makes her way towards her own suitcase, slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top just as you’re moving out of the bathroom.  

She turns towards you, noting the way you shuffle on your feet, a sports bra covering your upper torso and a pair of sweats hugging your hips.  

She holds her hand out, motioning towards one of the beds, your cheeks flushing at the silent invitation. 

Nervously, you make your way towards her, her hand immediately settling on your bare stomach before she nods towards the bed.  

“Do you want to share?” She asks in an uncertain whisper. 

You gently take her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head upwards until her blue orbs meet your Y/E/C’s.  

“I’d love nothing more.”  

Eventually, you turn the overhead light off, and shuffle into bed, the flickering TV the only thing bringing some source of light to the room.  

Alex leans back, her blue orbs dragging down your front, taking in the scars covering your chest.  

Your breath hitches in your throat when she ducks down, gently kissing a long scar running along your collarbone before turning her attention to the others she can reach.  

Your eyes flutter shut, the feel of her lips a complete contrast to what it felt like to get the scars in the first place.  

You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks before you realize you’re crying. 

Alex pulls away from you, tears forming in her own eyes when she sees you’re crying.  

She cups your cheeks, pressing a tender, and loving kiss to your lips.  

“Shhhhh.” She coos, her fingers running through your hair as you bury your face in her neck.  

It isn’t long before you fall silent, falling fast asleep, tear tracks visible on your face as your childhood best friend holds you tightly.  

She ducks down, kissing the top of your head, a hum leaving you as you snuggle closer.  

“I love you Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”  

************************************************************************The remainder of the journey is uneventful, Alex’s hand in yours more often than not, the woman kissing you tenderly any chance she got, realizing how much the feel of her lips against yours calmed you.  

Before you realize it, you’re passing the sign informing you that you’d made it, you’d made it to the place that held so many awful memories for you.  

You cling to Alex’s hand tightly, the woman noting the feel of your clammy palm against hers.  

“We’re here.” She whispers and you nod, your chest tightening.  

“Y-Y-Yeah...” You stammer, the air within the car becoming less and less until you feel as if you’re unable to breathe.  

Alex almost immediately pulls to the side of the road, gently cupping your cheeks, her forehead resting against yours.  

“It’s alright.” She whispers, taking your hand and pressing it against her own chest.  

“Try to match me.”  

You whimper, tears running down your face, but your breathing halts entirely when you feel Alex’s lips pressing against yours.  

You slowly part, noting the fact that your anxiety attack had been stopped dead in its tracks, your breathing slowly returning to normal.  

“Are you okay?” She says softly, her lips brushing yours as she whispers.  

Your eyes flutter shut, the tightness in your chest ebbing slightly, but not entirely going away, you knew what you had to do to get it to go away, and that was to confront your father.  

“I have to confront him before I’ll be okay.” You confess, Alex kissing your lips again before turning her attention to the road.  

“Well, let’s go do that.”  

Alex takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as you stand outside the hospital where your father and mother are, the aforementioned woman making her way towards you, tears in her eyes.  

“Y/N...” She says, opening her arms, but quickly realizing the last thing she’d get was a hug from you, especially considering Alex had stepped partially in front of you, her protective side warming your heart considerably.  

Your mother comes to a stop, her throat bobbing.  

“I understand.” She says and your nostrils flare.  

“Where is he?” You say curtly, Alex gently squeezing your hand, earning a squeeze in return.  

Your mother frowns before nodding to the hospital.  

“This way.”  

************************************************************************Your mother didn’t even attempt to make small talk on the way to the room, she knew you weren’t there to embrace her and forgive her for everything she didn’t do when you were growing up.  

Alex’s hand remained in yours, even as your grip on her hand became painful, she didn’t let go.  

You needed an anchor, and she would be that anchor, for as long as you needed and as long as you would let her.  

Your mother comes to a stop outside one of the many hospital rooms before turning towards you, her hands clasped in front of her.  

“He’s in here.” She says, unable to look you in the eye.  

“Please, try not to upset him, he doesn’t have much time left.”  

Your lip's part, your nostrils flaring angrily, before you can speak however, Alex beats you to it.  

“Yeah, because he cared so much about not upsetting Y/N when she was growing up.” She bites, your mother having the decency to look remorseful.  

She didn’t abuse you, she never hit you, but she allowed it, and it was that thought that made you keep distance between the two of you, you weren’t about to forgive the woman who stood aside while your father scarred your body and beat you senseless.  

She simply nods before stepping aside, motioning towards the room, knowing full well that the visit wasn’t going to go how your father expected.  

You come to a stop, your chest tightening at the thought of seeing the man again, your free hand beginning to shake.  

Alex turns you towards her, the woman cupping your cheek with her free hand, the other in a vice grip.  

“I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers, resting her forehead against your own.  

You nod, your throat bobbing.  

“Promise?” You whisper, your voice noticeably cracking.  

Alex smiles, closing the distance between you, her lips lightly meeting your own.  

Your mother meanwhile is unable to keep herself from smiling, happy in the knowledge that you had someone to care for you, unlike she had when you were growing up.  

You give Alex a barely visible nod, the woman taking your hand and stepping through the doorway with you, partially in front of you in a protective gesture. 

“There she is.”  

You come to a screeching halt, your eyes darting towards your father who’s resting in the hospital bed, looking much smaller than he did when you were growing up.  

“Well, aren’t you going to give your old man a hug?” He asks, his eyes still holding a hint of the anger you saw all the years ago.  

“No.” You say curtly, leading Alex further into the room, your hands now full-on sweating, your face flushed.  

“Why not?” He asks, his voice having an edge to it.  

“Why?” You ask, laughing humorlessly.  

You stare at the man blankly, realizing he had deluded himself into thinking you had no reason for not coming over and hugging him.  

“Are you kidding me?” Alex snarls, the woman taken aback when you move towards his bed.  

“Maybe because you spent my childhood beating the hell out of me?!” You roar, knowing your voice could be heard rooms away.  

His lips part, the man about to say something but you don’t care, rolling your sleeves up and showing him the scars on your arms.  

“Maybe this is why?” You yell, unbuttoning your shirt hastily, uncaring that you were basically standing in the hospital room wearing only a sports bra.  

Your mother is unable to stop her breath from hitching when she sees the scarred flesh of your torso.  

“Maybe this is why, DAD.” You say, your voice dripping with contempt. 

Your father remains silent, the anger you’d typically seen burning in his eyes still there growing. 

“I just wanted to see you before I go.” He growls, and you scoff.  

“Well, here I am.” You say, throwing your hands in the air, Alex watching in something akin to awe as you confront your abuser.  

“I’m not going to give you a big hug, and I’m not going to tell you I’ll miss you, because I won’t.” You bite, noting the jumping in your father’s jaw.  

“How dare you— 

“How dare I?” You bark out a laugh.  

“How dare you think I should come here and just forgive you, just forget what you did to me growing up, how dare YOU.” You yell, cut off by a nearby nurse.  

“Is something wrong?” She asks, her brows knitted in confusion.  

Alex turns to her.  

“This has been a long time coming, she needs this, let it happen.” She whispers, the woman shaking her head. 

“I never said I was sorry.” Your father mumbles and you’re unable to stop yourself from laughing.  

“Of course you didn’t, because you never felt bad for beating me.” You shake your head, the nurse, surprisingly, backing out of the room.  

“Well, you didn’t break me, you didn’t win.” You say, your hands balling into fists.  

“I came here to tell you that, and now that I did, I can move on with my life.” You say, turning towards Alex before leaving the room hastily, leaning against the wall outside of the room.  

Alex turns to your father, the man shooting her a glare, a glare she returns, her blue orbs smoldering.  

“You tried so hard to break her, but it didn’t work. She’s one of the best women I know, and I love her, more than you ever did, more than either of you ever did.” She snarls angrily, glancing at your mother who’s staring at the floor.  

“She’s better than either of you, she rose above your abuse and became an amazing and talented woman, someone I’m proud to call my girlfriend.” She says confidently, your eyes widening when you realize what Alex had just said.  

“Of course, as if she couldn’t disappoint me more.” Your father growls in reference to the fact that you and Alex were together.  

Your hands ball into fists, the thought of walking in and jacking his jaw prominent.  

“We don’t need your approval; we don’t want it.” She says, walking closer to the bed, the nurse who’d come in earlier coming towards you along with another nurse.  

“Y/N is a better person than you could ever hope be.” She growls, turning to make her way out of the room, shooting a glare over her shoulder.  

“I'm proud of her for coming here, for saying what she needed to say, and I know I put distance between the two of us growing up, but I’m going to be there for her no matter what, more than you ever were.”  She says before making her way out of the room, zeroing in on where you were leaning against a nearby wall.  

She hastily makes her way towards you, throwing her arms around you, squeezing you tightly.  

Unbeknownst to you, your mother had followed you out, wearing a frown.  

“I asked you not to upset him.”  

Alex relinquishes her hold on you, the two of you sending the older woman a piercing glare.  

“Well, I asked you to be there for me growing up, and you weren’t. Looks like neither of us got what we wanted.” You say, taking Alex’s hand, the nurses making their way towards you coming to a halt.  

“Don’t worry.” You say, glancing at the women.  

“We’re leaving.” You say, turning towards your mother.  

“The only reason you need to call me again is to tell me he’s dead.” You say, turning on your heels, and making your way down the hallway, Alex’s hand holding yours tightly. 

It’s only when you’re walking out of the hospital’s entrance that you break down, falling to your knees, your body wracked with sobs.  

Alex drops down beside you, wrapping her arms tightly around you as you sob loudly against her chest, the relief of finally telling your father how you felt, making you emotional.  

“You did it, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.” Alex whispers, running her fingers through your hair as she coos softly in your ear.  

You sniffle, tears streaming down your face, your nose running as you cry against her chest.  

Eventually, you fall silent, your body twitching every so often as you sniff.  

You pull back, your bloodshot Y/E/C orbs meeting Alex’s red rimmed blues.  

She cups your cheeks, leaning her forehead against your own.  

“How do you feel?” She asks as you breathe in deep, filling your lungs with air, your chest no longer feeling as tight as it did.  

You sigh, cupping her cheeks, wiping the tears Alex didn’t realize were streaming down her cheeks away. 

“Lighter.” You say softly, bumping your nose against Alex’s.  

You fall silent before your lips split in a grin.  

“Girlfriend, huh?” You tease, her cheeks flushing.  

“I-I mean...” She stutters, cut off by your lips meeting hers in a tender, chaste kiss.  

“I do like the sound of that.” You smile, Alex throwing her arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze.  

The two of you eventually make your way towards Alex’s car, your chest feeling lighter than it ever had before.  

“I’m so proud of you.” Alex says as she slips into the driver’s seat.  

You turn back towards the hospital, staring up at the hospital where your mother and father currently were, an abusive man you’d finally told how you felt, a demon from your past that you’d finally faced and conquered.  

You smile, slipping in the passenger's seat beside Alex, the woman immediately taking your hand.  

“You know.” You pause, turning towards Alex who’s wearing a tender smile.  

Your own lips split in a grin.  

“I’m proud of me too.” 

************************************************************************It’s nearly two years later that you find yourself back in your hometown, rain pouring down around you as you stand at your father’s grave.  

You stare down at the stone stoically, noting the fact that it doesn’t say anything about being a loving father, but only a loving husband.  

Your eyes widen when a dark shadow falls over you, a shadow belonging to an umbrella, an umbrella Alex Morgan is currently holding.  

You take her hand, your fingertips brushing the ring wrapped around her ring finger, a ring you’d proposed to her with not that long ago.  

Life had torn you apart, creating a distance between you so vast that you were not sure if the gap would be bridged, but it was also life that brought you together again.  

It was life that led Alex to confess her feelings for you, and life that led you to where you currently were now, standing in the middle of the graveyard, your hand in Alex’s, the band of her engagement ring cold against your palm.  

You turn towards her, smiling softly.  

“Are you ready?” You ask, her brows arching when she turns towards you.  

“Are you?” She asks, squeezing your hand as you turn back to the stone, nodding. 

“Yeah, I am.”  

Alex turns, her fingers intertwining with yours as you make your way back towards her car.  

You chance one last look over your shoulder, staring at your father’s stone again before turning away, eager to start your life with the woman currently holding your hand, your chest feeling lighter than it ever had before.  

After all these years, you were finally free, and you were free to live your life with the woman you loved, and that woman was your childhood best friend, and fiancé, Alex Morgan.  

#uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #please let me know what you think!

[sisididis]

The parallels between Anne Sallow - Ariana Dumbledore, Sebastian Sallow - Albus Dumbledore and Solomon Sallow - Aberforth Dumbledore 

I’ll preface this deep dive into the Sallow family’s tragic fate by asking if anyone else found it oddly…familiar? I’ll admit that re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows right before becoming invested in Hogwarts Legacy made uncovering the “strange likenesses” between the Sallow family and the Dumbledore family considerably easier. 

The fate of the Sallows is reminiscent of the Dumbledores’ in more ways than I can articulate — from the untimely deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Sallow, and Percival and Kendra Dumbledore, to the tensions between the new and reluctant patres familias, Solomon and Albus, and their resentful charges, Sebastian and Aberforth, and the tragic killing of their family members. 

Let’s start with the history of the families, whose first common element is their short-lived wholeness. Albus, Aberforth and Ariana became orphaned in the aftermath of two tragic events — first, their father’s imprisonment and later death in Azkaban, due to his assault on the Muggles who had tortured his daughter, and, second, the killing of their mother during one of Ariana’s fits of uncontrollable magic. 

According to Ominis, Mr. and Mrs. Sallow too had untimely deaths, caused by an undetectable toxin emitted by their faulty cellar lamp. At that time, Sebastian and Anne “had no magic yet." We suspect that means the children were younger than 11 years old, the age when signs of magical ability should already manifest. 

Another common element is the reluctant take-over of the two new patres familias, Albus and Uncle Solomon, after the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Dumbledore, and Mr. and Mrs. Sallow. Fans of the books will remember the reason why Albus was reluctant to assume his new role in the first place — the long-awaited Grand Tour. Albus and his close friend, Elphias Doge, were planning on going on a Grand Tour after their graduation, but the sudden death of his mother right before he was meant to leave forced Albus to stay behind and provide for his siblings. In Chapter 35, King’s Cross, Albus claims that he loved his family, but upon his return to Godric’s Hollow, he felt “trapped and wasted.” 

Aberforth recalled that moment, too:

“So that put paid to Albus's trip round the world with little Doge. The pair of 'em came home for my mother's funeral and then Doge went off on his own, and Albus settled down as head of the family. Ha!” (P. 435, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

We are not sure where Uncle Solomon’s reluctance to care for his nephew and niece comes from, aside from the obvious disruption of his quiet retirement, but while his anger at this unexpected responsibility is justified and should be directed towards his late brother, it backfires on Sebastian instead:

“I know what's best for Anne – and Sebastian. They are my stubborn brother's children. Especially Sebastian.”

Sebastian himself comments that his uncle often compares him to his father:

“After Anne was hurt, he only grew worse. It's as though he blames me somehow. Always calling me 'my father's son.' As if that's an insult.”

Here’s where the interesting switch happens. The new guardians’ resentment at these unexpected burdens does not go unnoticed. Both Aberforth and Sebastian saw the new patres familias’ reluctance to assume their new role and thought that they would have been a better fit for it. Much like Aberforth and Ariana, Sebastian and Anne were infinitely closer to each other than to the rest of their family:

“Anne won’t survive this. She’s withering away - inside and out. Solomon’s never been there for us. Not really. He gave up on Anne. I’ll never give up on her."

Aberforth echoed this sentiment: 

"He didn't want to be bothered with her. She liked me best. I could get her to eat when she wouldn't do it for my mother, I could calm her down, when she was in one of her rages, and when she was quiet, she used to help me feed the goats.” (P. 434, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) "I'd have looked after her, I told him so, I didn't care about school, I'd have stayed home and done it." (P. 435, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

The way I see it, both Albus / Sebastian and Aberforth / Solomon thought that they had Ariana’s / Anne’s best interest at heart. While Solomon thought that making Anne “comfortable” was the best path of action, Sebastian saw this as resigning themselves to Anne’s sure death. “There is no cure! When will you accept that?” asks Uncle Solomon, to which Sebastian replies adamantly, “Never! I can never accept it.” The same stubborn conviction is exhibited by Aberforth after he uncovers Albus and Gellert’s plans. 

"I told him, you'd better give it up now. You can't move her, she's in no fit state, you can't take her with you, wherever it is you're planning to go, when you're making your clever speeches, trying to whip yourselves up a following. He didn't like that.” (P. 435, Chapter 28, The Missing Mirror, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) “You may mean well, but I know what's best for Anne – and Sebastian. They are my stubborn brother's children. Especially Sebastian.”

The pairs’ irreconcilable differences did not stop there. In Sebastian’s efforts to heal Anne and Albus’ efforts to create a better world for wizard kind, the pair aspired to leave no depth of magic unplumbed, dark or otherwise, an issue which often sparked conflict with their family. Aberforth did not agree with teenage Albus’ plans “for the greater good”, because he did not prioritize their sister’s safety.

Sebastian’s own stance on using Dark magic to save his sister is in perfect antithesis with his uncle’s aversion to the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, in both cases, the tensions between the brothers and nephew and uncle culminated in the death of their family:

“And then . . . you know what happened. Reality returned in the form of my rough, unlettered, and infinitely more admirable brother. I did not want to hear the truths he shouted at me. I did not want to hear that I could not set forth and seek Hallows with a fragile and unstable sister in tow. (…) The argument became a fight. Grindelwald lost control. That which I had always sensed in him, though I pretended not to, now sprang into terrible being. And Ariana . . . after all my mother’s care and caution . . . lay dead upon the floor.” (P. 549, Chapter 35, King’s Cross, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) 

Sounds awfully familiar to the scene in the catacomb, doesn’t it? Not only did uncle and nephew turn their wands against each other, but Anne had to bury their uncle alone, much like Albus had to bury Ariana alone after Gellert fled Godric’s Hollow. After Solomon and Ariana’s deaths, all that the Dumbledore and Sallow siblings had were each other. Unfortunately, the death of their family did not inspire a renewed sense of closeness. On the contrary, Solomon and Ariana’s deaths caused an irreparable rift between the siblings. 

“To add to his misery, the loss of Ariana had led, not to a renewed closeness between Albus and Aberforth, but to an estrangement.” (P. 20, Chapter 2, In Memorandum, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

The breakdown of the Sallow twins’ relationship is reflected in Anne’s letter to Sebastian:

“Sebastian,  Too much has happened. I needed to get away from here for a while. I miss Uncle Solomon. I need time. I will always love you, but I don't know if I can ever forgive you.  Anne”

What do you think?

#i know i’m nitpicking #but this is the only kind of mental maths that i’ve excelled at since 8th grade #i love the twins i love them so much #please let me know what you think! #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #solomon sallow #albus dumbledore #ariana dumbledore #aberforth dumbledore #harry potter and the deathly hallows #hogwarts legacy #my entries

[whenyouwishuponastar7]

sedona red (1/1, 22427 words) Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: Explicit Tags: Modern Setting, POV Steve Harrington, Steve Has Bad Parents, Happy Billy Hargrove, author billy salesman steve, they're in their late 20s, Business Trip, Vacation, Cinco de Mayo Festival, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, Drunken Flirting, Smut, Romance, Long-Distance Relationship, Falling in Love, Pining, Surprises, Happy Ending Summary: In which Steve Harrington has to fly to Sedona, Arizona to land a business deal. It’s one in the morning; he’s tired, moody, and not thrilled that the hotel he’s staying at is overbooked. There’s only one room. He might have to share it, and Steve isn’t at his best, so he promptly pisses off the other tired, moody guest.

But beyond a business deal, there’s a festival in town and Steve and Billy have front-row seats. Billy gets Steve to loosen his tie and have fun, and after that… well, after that, there’s a love story to tell. --- I had an absolute blast writing this. I really hope you enjoy it!! 💜

#harringrove #billy x steve #steve harrington/billy hargrove #whenyouwishuponastar writes #this was so fun and relaxing to write #please let me know what you think!

[amethystina]

Strangers From Hell fans, I have a question

So. I've so far only written one fic for the fandom but I do have an idea for a second one. My problem is that a couple of weeks after I had come up with it, I found that someone had already written a very similar fic (that I ended up reading).

The basic premise is an AU where Moon Jo ran away from Mrs. Eom's orphanage and maybe isn't quite as unhinged as he is in canon. I mean, he's still Moon Jo, obviously, so he won't necessarily be good, but it would explore the whole "nature vs. nurture" thing, and see where someone like him might end up if he got away from a person who was clearly a bad influence on him.

So my question is if you all think it's too specific of a concept for me to write about, too? Or can I get away with saying it's my take on the same idea? Or should I link to the other fic (which I admit I don't have on hand right now but can no doubt find again) and explain that we just happened to come up with the same concept, but I'm not trying to copy them?

I suspect that the stories will hit a couple of the same beats but, from what I remember, there will still be quite a few differences. If nothing else because of different writing styles, characterisation, etc.

What do you think?

#Strangers From Hell #MJJW #Amethystina Writes #Or technically not I suppose #I'm trying to figure out if I should xD #Because a part of me wants to #But I don't want to make it seem like I'm stealing someone else's idea #I'm just REALLY fascinated by the thought of writing a Moon Jo who developed outside of Mrs. Eom's influence #I admit that the story would be less bloody than Until Death Do Us Unite #Well #I mean #There would still be murders #But not quite as many? xD #Tbh I might still end up writing it #Just for fun #So I guess the real question is if I should POST it #So yeah #Please let me know what you think!

[visceravalentines]

My first attempt at a House of Wax fic!  Writing so many characters in one scene was tricky so I hope I did alright.  

I Only Have Eyes for You (And You, and You)

Following the events of the movie (except for the ending obviously), the Sinclairs could use some love.  Maybe a little music.  Maybe some dancing.  Poly!Sinclairs x GN!Reader.

Rating:  Teen/SFW

Length:  1.1k

CW:  reference to previous murder and waxification

Reader POV

It has been a long week in Ambrose.  

Lester rounded up a whole slew of college kids, and they had given you all a run for your money.  They managed to fuck up the routine through and through, injuring Bo, even drawing Vincent out of the workshop to help wrangle them.  

For the first time, you actively participated in the killing, taking down one of the final survivors with two decent shots just before they crushed Bo’s skull with a baseball bat.  The pride in the eldest Sinclair’s eyes was just enough to counterbalance the roiling emotions you felt at taking your first human life.  

They wreaked enough havoc to create weeks’ worth of necessary repairs to the town and its residents.  You helped haul the broken figures carefully from their resting places in the theatre and museum to the warmth of Vincent’s workshop.  You stood next to Bo as he assessed the structural damage to a few of the storefronts and muttered curses under his breath.  You helped Lester retrieve the kids’ vehicles and camping gear and accounted for every last one of their cell phones.  

It was exhausting work.  Not only was Ambrose in shambles, but your boys were devastated by the level of destruction to their home.  You knew Bo went to the church every morning to whisper apologies over his mama.  You caught Lester sniffling quietly to himself as he swept up broken glass in the street.  And Vincent – more than once, you came into the workshop and found him staring at a damaged canvas, his tools limp in his hands, and you had known enough artists in your life to recognize the helplessness he felt at facing a project he did not feel confident enough to complete.  Even Jonesy was out of sorts, barking at nothing, wandering restless.  

So Friday night finds you all in the house, deep in your respective thoughts. Bo sprawls on the couch, Vincent slumped forward beside him.  Lester and Jonesy are upstairs.  And you stand in the kitchen, overwhelmed by their collective needs, feeling inadequate in your capacity to pull them out of what you feared might become a lengthy depression.  

Sighing, you lean against the counter, looking around for something to clean, something to fix, something small that required no energy because you had so little left.  And your eyes fall on the cassette player in the corner.  It is dusted with toast crumbs but you know that it works, and there is a drawer of tapes underneath it.  

You pull it open and skim the titles for something you know.  Most of the artists are unfamiliar to you, but one catches your eye.  You fiddle with the machine for a minute, slide the tape in, press play.  Frank Sinatra’s “I Only Have Eyes for You” fuzzes to life.  You adjust the volume and catch the eye of the twins through the interior window. Vincent has lifted his face out of his hands and Bo cocks one skeptical eyebrow.  

My love must be a kind of blind love, I can’t see anyone but you….

With a tired smile, you walk to them slowly, extend both hands, one for each of them.  “Come here,” you say.  Vincent lets himself be pulled up immediately.  Bo takes your hand but does not move.  

“That’s my bad arm, darlin’,” he says.  

“Well then give me your other one.”  

He lets out a single chuckle and allows you and Vinny to help him to his feet. You lead them both to the kitchen, shouting up the stairs on the way, “Les!  Get down here!”  

Bo separates himself from you and leans against the fridge, wincing as he flexes his injured arm.  You place Vincent’s hands on your hips and slide your hands beneath his hair, clasping your fingers behind his neck.  You can see in his eye he is bewildered as you sway gently to the music.  

“Come on, Vinny.  Dance with me.”  

He looks down at his feet, shuffles them uncertainly.  You know he has a grace belied by his many layers of clothing and the way he always seems to hunch over, you’ve just got to bring it out of him.  You beam up at him, exaggerate your movements, coax him into motion.  The way he gazes at you, it’s like he’s never seen anything quite like you before, like if he looks away you may just disappear forever.  

Are the stars out tonight?  I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright, ‘cause I only have eyes for you, dear….

“What in the hell is goin’ on in here?” Lester says as he leans through the doorway.  “Frank Sinatra?”  

“You bet your ass it’s Frank Sinatra,” you say.  You dance on your tiptoes, reach up and brush a kiss against Vinny’s waxen cheek before letting him go.  “C’mere Les, you’re next.”  

You take his hands, tug him into the kitchen, pull his arms back and forth. The weariness gives way to a hesitant smile and then a toothy grin.  He is shy, but he has the same dexterity as his brothers, and he falls into rhythm with you quickly.  You spin him under your arm and his resulting laugh is throaty and genuine.  He spins you in turn, you spin him again, then you grab Vincent’s hand and give him a whirl, barely able to reach over his head.

I don’t know if we’re in a garden, or on a crowded avenue….

Your gaze settles on Bo and you catch the whisper of a smile on his lips. The worry lines in his brow are permanent fixtures.  He does not know how to be unguarded.  He meets your eyes, doesn’t move, waits to be invited.  

You send Lester off with one last twirl and square up in front of the oldest Sinclair.  “C’mon Bo. I know you know how to dance.”  

He shrugs.  “’Fraid this wall might come down if I’m not here to hold it up.”  

Shaking your head, you move closer, loop your fingers through his beltloops.  “Guess you’ll have to build it back up then.”  

This earns you the flash of a grin.  “Alright, darlin’, if you insist.”  

He gingerly places his left hand on your waist and you cup your hand under his elbow for extra support.  Your other hand is almost lost in his, rough and warm.  You let him take the lead, as if he would give you a choice, and you are unsurprised that he is a wonderful dancer.  

Maybe millions of people go by, but they all disappear from view….

You feel Bo press his lips to your hairline.  So quietly you almost miss it, you hear him murmur the last few words of the verse:  

And I only have eyes for you.

The kitchen is a warm and safe place that night.  

#please let me know what you think! #i have sinclair brain rot but writing for them pushes me out of my comfort zone in a lotta ways so feedback is appreciated #my writing #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfic #slasher fanfiction #sinclairs x reader

[engagemachine]

AO3 // FFN

#Burn #Chapter Thirteen #my writing #I. Have. SLAVED... over this chapter #it's the longest chapter I've ever written and ALSO the last of its kind so... I hope you guys enjoy #please let me know what you think! #as always I am nervous wreck!!!!!

[tryan-a-bex]

Chapters: 1/16 Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett, Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Characters, Original Non-Binary Character Additional Tags: Dragons, Witches, Wizards, Heroine's Journey, Bigger On The Inside, Family Secrets, Family Dynamics, Volcanoes, Saving the World, names have power, Not Canon Compliant Summary:

“You can’t just come in here without a warrant.” The cantankerous old witch put her hands on her hips and stood squarely in the doorway. Eldie sighed and rubbed the shaved hair at the nape of her neck. “Please let me come in, ma’am. Your daughter hired me to clean and cook and help you out, and I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” “I don’t need help, you shameless hussy! Who does she think she is, that gossiping busy-body! I’m fine here by myself. You can go now!”

Eldie’s new client is preparing to save the world, but does it need saving, or is it all in her mind?

I wrote this for my 7 yo self—a precocious reader but everything was too scary and needed more magical room to explore (and more dragons), and for my first NaNoWriMo ever!

And then I discovered that this could possibly fit under original fiction for Discworld. Like. Draco nobilis, Noble Dragons, though at present they can be called back with difficulty, existed in the wild a long time ago. A long time ago, perhaps before witches and wizards were codified along gender lines. Esmerelda, the spelling I used, is Granny Weatherwax’s name, which I did not remember but was probably subliminally influenced by. And the soul-walking I used was intentionally based on things from Discworld.

#NaNoWriMo #original fiction #please let me know what you think! #tryana find it back

[felizusnavidad]

Does the music in VIVO really slap? I need new music to download more music. 😁 And how’s Lin-Man’s singing?? I am ready for that conversation.

HELL YES

ok, so first of all, vivo is the most underrated out of all three (vivo, moana, encanto) and it's actually my favourite. people don't talk about it enough, mostly because they've never even heard of it and it is my job to change that (lol i'm just kidding. unless...).

the plot is amazing, i actually didn't expect to cry this much, but it really is a sad movie, the whole concept is heartbreaking, so be prepared. i don't want to spoil you anything, but i've got three words for you: love, friendship, music.

now, about the last one: music (because that's why we're here, right?). this soundtrack is everything, but then again, it's lin! he always pours his whole heart and soul into all of his projects. and i am not only talking about his lyrics, but his vocals are absolutely incredible as well (our lin-man has a voice!!!). i know a lot of people say he can't sing, but please, listen to this and tell me what you think:

and it's not even my favourite song. one of a kind? slay. one more song? slay. it's basically slay after slay after slay.

it's a beautiful movie. please, give it a chance. i'm sure you won't regret it!

#i actually saw it again with my family tonight #i basically forced them to watch it with me but they loved it just like i thought #i really need more people to watch it #please let me know what you think! #also i'm sorry i don't know how to answer the question like a normal person lol i always write essays #also vivo is such a cutie #not that it matters but oh well #vivo #lmm #yes i got your letter yes i'm doing better*

[bankholdup]

a while ago, i posted this about a steddie iwtv scene and inspiration struck so have this little thing. i did not proofread so excuse any mistakes lol

A crack of thunder filled the air, with marred, red lightning filling the sky.

Steve is running, running like he never has before. Forcing his legs left, right, left, right, left, right, faster, faster, move. As he looks back, he sees Eddie, or rather what was once Eddie, closing in, flying 10 feet above the ground with grotesque flesh wings protruding from his scarred back.

While he was glancing back, he lost his footing, tripping and rolling over the wet ground. Eddie, or Kas as he was now known, took this opportunity to land right in front of Steve.

Steve scrambled back as Eddie landed and crouched down to stare him in the eyes, cocking his head to the side curiously. Steve took stock of Eddie’s appearance then. He was wearing what they had on when they had traversed to the Upside Down last year. Bandana still atop his head, holding his longer, greasy, wet locks in place. His clothing was tattered, stained with dirt and blood, and his face- all the skin exposed, was simply scarred. His eyes were black, pitch black, boring a hole into Steve’s soul.

This is what had become of their friend.

If only they had known, known the fate they were forcing Eddie to succumb to. They should have known, he should have known, that nothing down here can stay dead.

Not Vecna. Not Eddie Munson.

All Steve could do was try to catch his gasping breath while Eddie scanned over him too.

Did Eddie recognize him? Did Eddie remember?

“I didn’t forget, Harrington. I’m not the Devil.” Eddie said, as if he could hear all of Steve’s inner thoughts. Maybe he can now.

Steve wanted to cry, he already mourned him, but all he could choke out was a meek “I’m sorry” as his voiced crack.

“I’d say it’s okay, Harrington,” Eddie started with a wolfish grin, showing Steve his teeth and fangs, “but it’s not. Maybe you can make it better.”

“How-- what?”

“Join me. I can take away that fear, all that sorrow I know you feel deep within,”

Eddie moved slowly, crawling closer to Steve on his hands and knees. Steve didn’t move or dare to speak. He felt his eyes widen at Eddie’s words, as he pressed closer to him, and let him continue.

“I remember when I first saw your pretty face. I can give you that love that you dream of, that you think about constantly. I will take away your pain, joyfully. I can swap this life of fear and pain and sorrow, all you have to do is nod that pretty head yes.”

Perhaps it was possession, for some reason Steve considered this insidious offer. He still had yet to speak; he didn’t know what he wanted to say.

“Be my companion, Steve,” Eddie said softly, almost a whisper, “be and experience all the beautiful things you are for all eternity with me.”

Steve nodded his head. All Eddie did was smile, before he extended his hand to help Steve up.

#please let me know what you think! #dixon.fic #steddie #steddie au #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie drabble #kas!eddie #kas eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington

[5ivebyfive]

in this fairytale - chapter two: the night is long and lonely

Trini is lonely. She plays her guitar in a small beach town for money. Every night when she finishes playing, she finds a sketch of herself in her guitar case. They're beautiful, and whoever draws them is so talented, but she doesn't know who they're from. Kim is lonely. She draws sketches in a small beach town for money. Every night she sees the same girl playing her guitar and singing, and Kim is taken with her. She sketches her every night and leaves one in her guitar case every single night. She can't get the girl off her mind. Both too scared to cure their loneliness, both aching to.

(Lots of Trimberly in this chapter.)

#trimberly #trimberly fic #power rangers 2017 #my fics #this fairytale tag #please let me know what you think! #i'm more nervous than usual about this fic #reblog if you like it! #please!

[sleepingbeauty21]

Ok, so this is a new story that was inspired funnily enough by a Taylor Swift song and it's about mothers and their children in Star Wars.

Some will be stories that could've happened in canon, some are AUs and some will be headcanons of mine that I wanted to expand but I never found the time to do them.

The first story will be of Shmi and Anakin!

Enjoy!

#my fic #star wars #star wars moms and their babies #Shmi Skywalker #Anakin Skywalker #this is the first chapter! #Please let me know what you think! #This was posted last night but I was too tired to put the link here too hahahaha

[seas-of-silver]

So I see ATLA as an option. May I humbly ask:

Zuko stared in wonder at Katara, watching her in her element. "Whoa."

Thank you for your ask! This is my first time writing for ATLA, so I hope you like it!

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Zuko stared in wonder at Katara, watching her in her element. ‘Whoa.’

After arriving at the Western Air Temple, determined to make amends and finally do the right thing… they had rejected him. If he was being totally honest with himself, he hadn’t expected that outcome. He had instead imagined that they’d umm and ahh for a while before begrudgingly yet kindly welcoming him aboard. The cold reception was like being slapped in the face by a penguin seal. And then when he accidentally burned that blind earthbender girl, he just wanted to dig himself a bagermole-sized hole. If that wasn’t enough, the next morning, when he went to visit again after breakfast, the assassin he had hired made an appearance. Zuko tried to stop the assassin from killing the Avatar, but his orders and negotiations failed. Thankfully he, the Avatar and his friends managed to stop the assassin, and only then was he allowed to join their group.

It was awkward at first, but as lunch progressed and jokes were made, things got better. Sokka, the boomerang guy, cracked a few jokes at Zuko’s expense; and after Sokka broke the ice, the Avatar- Aang, as he insisted on being referred as, quickly followed, as did Toph, and most of their companions soon took the Avatar’s lead and warmed to him. The only person who still wanted nothing of him was Katara. She stiffly and quickly ate her food before storming out in a huff. It made lunch a little tense after that, and once he finished helping with cleaning up after the meal, Zuko went for a wander.

When he and Uncle had been lying low here after the banishment, Zuko had little to do while he recovered except for exploring the temple - if anything, it was the one thing Uncle actively encouraged him to do. When Fath- when Firelord Ozai had burned his face, Zuko not only gained a giant scar, but his hearing in his left ear was impacted a little, and it messed with his sense of balance. With the aches and pains and embarrassing stumbles, it took him a few weeks to rest, recover, and acclimatise to his new norm. In that time, he had discovered much of the temple, including a few spots he favoured more than others - one of which was a large cavernous room that gathered water from the earth and cleansed it, before the water was distributed to various locations around the temple. This room, with its gentle watery soundscape, was the place Zuko had found the most relaxing and peaceful, and was a space he returned to frequently during his last visit. But unlike every other time he came to this room, there was someone else in there.

Water curved around the cave in graceful arcs, winding through the air like it was carving paths for rivers and streams. Inrticate patterns were being weaved as Katara, seeming so small at the base of this gigantic moving water sculpture, bent the water with ease. It was hypnotic, meditative, and incredibly breathtaking. He simply stood there, struck dumb with awe. He had fought against her many a time before, yet somehow he had never truly understood the extent of her waterbending prowess. The amount of water currently in the air was something typically controlled by a handful of benders, and here she was, doing it all on her own without breaking a sweat; if anything, she looked incredibly calm. It was as intimidating as it was inspiring.

He remembered that night in Ba Sing Se, in those crystal caves deep below the surface. He remembered being trapped there with Katara, and the heart-to-heart they were having before Aang and Uncle found them. He imagined that if Azula never showed up and the battle never happened, that maybe he and Katara would be friends now, instead of her doggedly giving him the cold shoulder. He recalled the spirit water she offered to heal him with, the water he heavily suspected saved the Avatar from certain death. He had been very touched by that offer. After everything they had gone through - all the fighting and anger and hurt and chaos - after everything he had put her through, she had shown him an unimaginable kindness…

He shook his head. It must’ve been a tactic she was using; why else would she have made such an offer back then? They were enemies! Well, they were at the time, though not anymore, but still! Why did she offer to heal him? Why did she look at him with kindness and warmth, as if she understood his pain? Why was “yes, please” on the tip of his tongue, words that would’ve left his lips if they weren’t interrupted? Why did she look so hurt and betrayed when he (stupidly) joined Azula’s side when he was made to choose sides? It didn’t make sense! She was kind to him because it was a smart tactical move, not because she actually cared… right?

Zuko groaned internally as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Trying to understand Katara was like trying to understand Uncle. Uncle. His heart ached when he thought of the man that was more of a father to him in the last three years than his actual father had been since he was born. His betrayal of Uncle sat heavy in his stomach and stabbed painfully at his heart. He was wrong, he knew that now, and he could only hope and pray that maybe one day Uncle would find it in his heart to forgive him. He hoped that Uncle would approve of his new path of helping the Avatar. He wished Uncle could be here with him.

Letting out a slow, heavy breath, Zuko left the cave and headed towards the rooms below. He needed to find Aang - it was time for the Avatar’s first lesson in firebending.

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Ask game: Give me the first sentence and I'll write a short piece for it!

#I think I did okay #I hope you like it anon! #I spent ages trying to figure out how I was going to write this and decided to put this in canon #between episodes 12 and 13 in season 3 #I wanted to explore Zuko's perspective #especially in relation to what happened between him and Katara in Ba Sing Se #please let me know what you think! #anon request #ask game #seasofsilver writes #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #katara #the gaang #aang #sokka #toph #uncle iroh #first sentence then scene

[redkyubii]

Star Wars planned Fics

Hi everyone!! I know this is late (much later than promised I'm sorry😭) I have finally finished compiling my list of some of the fics that I have parts planned for or am starting to plan. I’ll possibly have a google Docs up later on in the week so people can vote for what they want me to start posting working on more first, but until then post your top two/three preferences below or message me them!

Connection Made - obikin - Rating T - Modern Au, some fantasy elements -                                                                                         Summary: When window shopping in the middle of the backwater town of Tatooine, 13 year old Anakin Skywalker finds an old leather-bound notebook that he takes home with him. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the city of Stewjon, a 14 year old Obi-wan Kenobi, is gifted an old family heirloom, a leather bound journal. Everything seems normal, until their writing on the pages start to disappear, instead replaced by someone else. 

Our found family - no main pairings (Background Obikin in some) - Rating G - Canon divergence, found family, family bonding, post Order 66 Au -                                                                                      Summary: This will be a collection of one shots that link onto my story A Ripple Changes Everything. It will include moments like what happened straight after Anakin left the order, how he met all his children and other important moments that are spoken about/eluded to (or will be spoken about/eluded to) in the main story.

One Nights Mistake makes a Family - main pairing: Obikin (background: one-sided Satine/Obi-wan) - Rating M - Canon Divergence, Set in the Clone Wars, Anakin leaves the order, Mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, One-night stand, slow-burn.                   Summary: One month after a drunken one-night stand with his former master, Anakin Skywalker ends up pregnant with twins. Scared of his fate and believing his former master still loves Dutches Satine, Anakin flees the Order with several of his troops, disappearing without a trace. Six years later, Obi-wan Kenobi still hasn’t given up the search for his missing former Palawan. However, after landing on the Planet Devon with a few of his troops on a recon mission, he runs into a very special set of twins, along with their very familiar mother.

Catch me Before I Fall - no main pair (might become Obikin?) - Rating T (may change depending on how it goes) - Canon Divergence, mentions of slavery/past slavery, mentions/implications of child abuse, PTSD, panic attacks, Anakin gets therapy, Jedi Council bashing (at first, they do get better).                  Summary: Two years have passed since the start of the galactic war against and things weren’t looking good for anyone, but the Jedi were coping, handing their emotions off to the force with ease. All except for one, who keeps it all hidden, dealing with all the criticism and losses by bottling it all up inside. It isn't until Healer Che throws a holo-diary, one of many, in the Councils faces that they see just how close to breaking their Chosen One is, and how ignorant they have been to his suffering. Will they be able to save Anakin from himself? Or will he fall?

Bonded to me (lets make this work) - Main pairing: Obikin (Background pairings: Quinlan/Ventress, other to be determined) - Rating T - Alternate Universe Au, Sith Anakin, Enemies to friends to lovers, Sith and Jedi work together/same order.                        Summary: Being Bonded is a great privilege for a force sensitive, at least in Obi-wan Kenobi’s opinion it is, and he couldn’t wait until the day he met his. That is until he actually meets him. Arrogant, reckless and hot-headed, Anakin Skywalker is the worst person he could be partnered with, and he doesn't think it would work... until certain things come to light to change his mind. Will these two be able to get past their differences to save the galaxy? Or will they bring about its downfall?

Can we come together to make a better life? - Obikin - Rating M - Alternate Universe Au, Sith Anakin, Separatist Anakin, lovers on opposite sides of the war, Shmi lives, secret relationship.                Summary: Two soldier on opposite sides of the war, fighting to keep their love hidden from their own allies and their enemies. Keeping their love hidden while trying to win the war is difficult enough without adding in all the secrecy and betrayal from their own sides while also trying to find a way to end the war. Will they be able to do it, or will they be consumed by the destruction the war brings? (I might create a prequel story for this one about how they met depending on how popular this is.)

Let’s be the best - Obikin - Rating T - Pokemon Au, slow burn, Pokemon Trainer Anakin, Pokemon Trainer Obi-wan, misunderstanding, stranger to friends to lovers, Same age Au, slow burn romance.                                                                                    Summary: 16 year old Anakin Skywalker has finally saved up enough with the help of his mum to start his Pokemon journey with his Charmander Vader to catch as many different types of Pokemon as he can, all to fulfil a life long dream of having a home filled with every Pokemon known. However all of this gets thrown into chaos when he starts running into legendary Pokemon from all over the world, all of which want him to capture them?! Watch as Anakin, along with his trusty partner Vader, make new friends and enemies while trying to make his dream a reality.

Beyond these Castle walls - Obikin - Rating T - Medieval Au, Fantasy Au, Prince Obi-wan, Sorcerer Anakin, Necromancer Anakin, Misunderstandings, Betrayal, War.                                                    Summary: Prince Obi-wan has lived within his castle walls for a long as he could remember despite peace reigning between Stewjon and its neighbouring kingdoms. However, before long a new enemy approaches to shatter this peace. An alliance is called, with the meeting being held in Obi-wan’s palace, allowing him to meet many new people, one being the mysterious Anakin Skywalker, a sorcerer with no land to claim he hails from. As dark times grow closer and misunderstandings come to light, will Obi-wan decide to remain safely hidden away? or go beyond his castle walls.

Familiar Faces - Obikin - Rating T - Canon divergence, Order 66 happened differently, Anakin doesn’t kill younglings, Emperor Anakin Skywalker, Anakin raises Luke and Leia.                            Summary: “The Empire had been in control of the Galaxy for 13 years by the time they were introduced to the public eye, though everybody knew of them. He looked at the Holonet for a moment and froze when he saw them. It was definitely his eyes looking back at him and his features on the girl. But how?” An Au of a different ending to ROTS, where Anakin didn’t really turn to the darkside or storm the temple, had a messy breakup with his secret boyfriend, overthrows Palpatine and now rules an empire while trying to keep his children (twins and adopted children) from blowing stuff up because they are bored. Meanwhile, Obi-wan and the remaining Jedi join the rebellion. Until, of course, Obi-wan sees the royal twins... reunion anyone?

Double Trouble - Obikin - Age swaps, Same age Anakin and Obi-wan, Palawan Qui-gon Jinn, Palawan Yan Dooku, Jedi Knight Obi-wan Kenobi, Jedi King Anakin Skywalker, matchmaking.       Summary: It’s bee three years since Obi-wan Kenobi last saw Anakin Skywalker, three years since they were both knighted and Skywalker decided to become a wandering Jedi, but that never stopped him from invading his every thought. Obi-wan had hoped that during this time, his silly crush on his fellow knight would have disappeared, but it hadn't. Now, Anakin was back by order of the council and had taken not one, but two Palawan's... that both seem to know about his crush. Obi-wan has to face his biggest challenge yet, finding a way to confess his feelings to Anakin without hiss attempts getting ruined by two padawans that seem to think they need to protect their master’s innocence.  

Vader’s Twin - Obikin - Rating T - Canon Divergence, Anakin Skywalker and Vader are twins, Slowburn, Anakin totally kidnaps his niece and nephew when he finds out about them, Vader is obsessed with his twin (to in a bad way though... sort of), order 66 happens differently, no younglings were killed, slow burn.                           Summary: After leaving the twins with their new guardians, Obi-wan Kenobi prepares to live his life in a cave to watch over Luke. But as he does, he sees a familiar face, one that shouldn't be possible. Meeting his former padawan’s twin, someone he never knew about, changes the future of Obi-wan Kenobi, the Skywalker family and the Galaxy in a way that nobody expected.

The More the Merrier - Obikin - Rating M - Anakin doesn't fall to the dark side, Harem of Obi-wan's, female Obi-wan, Knight Obi-wan, Master Obi-wan, Palawan Obi-wan, Sith Obi-Wan, OBK Obi-wan, Anakin gets a lot of love.                                                                      Summary: On what was supposed to be a simple mission, Obi-wan accidentally touches an ancient artefact, knocking both himself and Anakin unconscious. When they wake up, they realise that this artefact summoned five other Obi-wan’s into their galaxy, each who had lost their own Anakin Skywalker and they themselves had died, (So in Anakin’s words “What's the worst that could happen master? it won't mess things up here or there if they had already died where they were from”). None of the Obi-wan’s could get along, but there was one thing they could all agree on: Protect Anakin at all costs. Now Anakin has to deal with a group of over protective Obi-wan’s that keep trying to get into his pants, and emotionally constipated Master Obi-wan who doesn't know how to deal with different versions of himself lusting over his former Padawan, and the fact that Anakin doesn't really want to choose just one and makes himself a harem (Stop laughing Padme, this is serious.)

#obikin #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #Just some ideas I have #Please let me know what you think! #I'm so sorry this took so long

[salomeslashes]

If you're unfamiliar with my work, I have a lot posted on my old blog.

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[theshireisburningg]

“I’m out here singing fucking love songs about a relationship that meant everything to me and nothing to you, how is that not embarrassing?” Eddie doesn’t mean to sound so cold, but the alcohol mixed with the rollercoaster of emotion he’s experienced tonight is hitting him hard.

Steve looks down to the ground. He remains silent for a moment, expression blank. 

“Please don’t say that. You know it means something to me.” he starts.

Eddie can hear him inhale, takes note of the three feet between them, and how it simultaneously feels like he’s burning with the proximity and freezing with the metaphorical distance. His gaze passes Eddie’s again, turning to focus on the sky.

“That’s probably the reason everything is so fucked now. I care about you more than anything. And I don't know how to handle that.” Care. Eddie tries not to let himself think too far into the fact that Steve keeps speaking in the present tense.

(It's been two months since Steve ended their two-year relationship with no explanation, and Eddie is trying to get better. It's hard when Steve won't stop showing up.)

[read on ao3]

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[therealjammy]

The garden party fic is posted! I’m not wholly satisfied with it but I thought I’d post it anyway, since you all have seen plenty of screenshots floating around. Thank you to everyone who sent kind suggestions earlier; you’ll see what I ended up going for!

Posting here for the Tumblr crowd xx

#personal #writing stuff #re8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc #there may also be some historical inaccuracies and i do apologise for those of you who are sticklers about that #i usually am but research is very overwhelming to me these days #(thanks adhd!) #and i also promise to reply to comments soon #i have to set aside an afternoon for that lol my inbox is so full #anyways #happy reading you guys #please let me know what you think!