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niksixx · 3 years

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Plus One

Welcome to part 5 of Plus One. We are approaching the end of this mini fic, but do not worry my loves. We still have a few parts left. I hope you enjoy part 5, and please remember to leave comments, reblog, and add tags. It motivates me to continue writing for you all. 💜

Note: Just a reminder, though this fic may seem fast, it takes place over the course of a few months!!

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*Pia’s POV*

Eight bright, colorful beanbags are scattered around the floor in a private room at the back end of the library. It’s quiet, far away from small children who squeal excitedly when they spot their favorite comic book and a good distance away from the college students who gather at the old wooden tables to recite chemistry flashcards in one big study group.

Black coffee and burnt wood is the signature smell of the book club room. Only a few windows are open, allowing just a bit of sunshine and breeze to fill the room. The aura is comforting.

“Okay, everyone,” I say, setting the book in my lap. I believe The Catcher in the Rye is a classic, but various opinions, both positive and negative, have been directed toward the book over the years. Romance is the genre I’ve always been drawn to, fiction or nonfiction, but I can certainly appreciate a coming-of-age novel. “How did we feel about the story?”

Margaret, an elderly woman with curly gray hair and silver glasses, raises her hand timidly. It’s the first time she has volunteered to speak since the start of our club. I give her an encouraging smile, nodding. “I enjoyed it very much, though it was slow at times.”

A small contribution, but a contribution nonetheless. “Thank you Margaret. Would anyone else like to share?”

Shayne, a third-year college student, wiggles his fingers and clears his throat. “I would.” He snaps the book shut with one hand. “The book itself is enjoyable. There’s a lot of important themes that are entwined in the storyline. But Holden, and let me be clear, I feel terrible for saying this about a sixteen-year-old, was insufferable.”

“I thought I was the only one who thought so!” Stacy chirps from her beanbag. The thirty-year old mother of two crosses her ankles, drumming her fingers on the spine of her novel. “I was under the impression that Holden believed he was better than everyone else. His personality alone was enough to make me despise the book and it’s a shame. I wanted to love it.”

“That’s an interesting point, Stacy.” Setting my book on the ground, I adjust my legs deeper into the beanbag while the rest of the book club eagerly sits forward, awaiting my response. “And this is why I love reading so much. Whether the story is true or not, we know Holden Caulfield is not a real person, though there have been assumptions that J.D. Salinger modeled Holden after himself. Stacy, you said that Holden’s personality gave you enough reason to not enjoy the book. We certainly have to appreciate Salinger’s talent as an author. He was able to create a character that made you feel such strong emotions.” The club nods in agreement before I continue. “Now Shayne, you mentioned themes. Explain a bit more for me.”

“Gladly,” he answers eagerly. “Innocence. It’s the main theme. Holden, for lack of a better term, is obsessed with the preservation of childhood innocence. I do think that’s admirable, and while he was intolerable in my opinion, I can understand his desire to conserve one’s purity.”

“I assume there’s going to be a but in your next statement,” Charlie pipes up with a chuckle. The forty-seven year old retired firefighter wears a kind smile on his face.

“But,” Shayne smirks and holds up a finger. “Holden is one big contradiction, and here’s why. We know how much Holden hated the adult world and it’s “phoniness”. It’s the whole reason he wanted to preserve innocence wherever he could. Holden himself was a phony, a fake. He condemns adulthood but is seemingly unaware of his own phoniness. I now hate this word, by the way.”

A collective chuckle sounds in the room. I shake my head but can’t help the growing smile. The book club has been the highlight of my week so far.

“Anyway,” Shayne continues. “He’s deceptive and a compulsive liar. Holden is the epitome of what he hates.”

“That is a fantastic observation, Shayne, and thank you for sharing.” He bows dramatically before slinking back deeper into the beanbag. “Before we conclude our meeting and I introduce our new book, I have a question. Does anyone know why Holden’s name is symbolic to the story?”

I can see the wheels turning in their brains, and for a moment I think I’ve stumped them. Charlie looks like he wants to answer, but nothing comes out of his mouth. I take the chance to speak up. “First, does anyone know what a caul is?”

Stacy’s hand shoots up in the air. “I think I learned about this in one of my birthing classes but forgive me if I’m wrong. But isn’t the caul a part of the amnion that protects an unborn baby? Near the head, right?”

I snap my finger and point to Stacy excitedly. “Yes! And what does the name Holden sound like?”

“Holden...hold...en...hold...hold on?” Charlie asks skeptically.

“Exactly right,” I grin proudly. “Put it all together.”

“Oh my gosh,” Margaret says softly. Everyone turns toward the older woman. “In the book there was mention of Holden imagining children frolicking in a rye field. I just realized it now. He’s the catcher in the rye field, protecting the children. Holden Caulfield. Hold on to childhood innocence.”

I grin wildly, clapping along with the rest of the book club members. “Incredible, Margaret. You’re exactly right.”

“So, what’s our next book?” Shayne asks, hands tapping his thighs. “I’m feeling a mystery book.”

“Or Sci-Fi,” Charlie answers.

“Oooo, Sci-Fi,” Shayne murmurs excitedly.

“Neither,” I say, giggling at their frowns. From my purse, I pull out a purple paperback book and show it to the group. “Historical fiction mixed with romance. Our next book is The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie. I’ve never heard of it, so I’m sure you haven’t either. It’s about the same length as The Catcher in the Rye, maybe only a few pages more. Let’s all try to read the first five chapters and we’ll meet again next week.”

Stacy, Charlie, and Margaret bid farewell. Shayne stays back with me, shooting me a smirk as I gather my belongings. “Another romance novel, huh? Something you’d like to share with the class? Maybe his name?”

A slow smile spreads across my lips. I sling my purse over my shoulder, clamping a hand down on Shayne’s. “He’s a dream, Shayne. I’ve known him forever, but it’s finally official,” Two months ago, I used to cringe on the word official when it wasn’t. It still isn’t, but something between us feels different, feels real. The more I’m with him, the more I don’t want to pretend.

Shayne slings an arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the room. He’s had his fair share of relationship issues as well, but at twenty-one, he’s still young. “I’m glad one of us isn’t having boy trouble. Philip called me the other day, said he wants to get back together.”

“Are you going to?”

Shayne makes a face, opening the front door of the library. He scoots aside, letting me walk first. “Hell no, Sweets. He was a terrible boyfriend,” Shayne considers for a moment. “At least the sex was good. You think he’d settle for friends with benefits?”

I laugh heartily, pushing Shayne’s shoulder. “That’s a recipe for disaster, my friend. You want my advice? Spend some time on yourself. Find out what you really want in life.”

I head off to my car, Shayne walking the opposite way to his. Before I can slide into the seat, Shayne calls out to me. “Is he the one?”

I don’t have to think about it. It comes out naturally. “Without a doubt.”

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Janielle has outdone herself, but I never expected anything less. Desserts are on every counter in her kitchen, from cupcakes to brownies and pastries. Outside on the back deck, a long white table is filled from end to end with finger foods and appetizers. With a beer in his hand, Dominic flips burgers expertly at the grill, shooting his wife a goofy grin when she utters a stern ‘be careful’. The rest of the adults gather on the patio, laughing and drinking, while the kids swim excitedly in the pool.

It’s the hottest day in August so far, and I can’t tell if my cheeks are red from the heat or from my constant ogling of Nikki’s shirtless chest. I watch from the deck as Nikki, Vince, and Amanda clink their bottles together and down their drinks. Nikki wins, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically, before turning his head to shoot me a wink. I laugh and shake my head, holding up my glass of wine that is still half full.

“So, you and Sixx,” My laughter is cut off by Dom, whose eyes twinkle with the same amusement present in his voice. “How about that?”

My stomach flips just at the mention of Nikki. “Going on almost four months,” I answer proudly, swirling the wine in my glass. “We’ve got nothing on you and Janielle, though.”

Dom smirks, carefully plating more burgers. I take the plate from him, and he nods in thanks. “Hey, not everyone knows who they’re going to marry at sixteen years old.”

This time, my heart beats faster just at the brief mention of marriage. I try not to let myself think of a long-term commitment with Nikki just yet. To everyone else, we’ve been official for a few months. But to myself and Nikki, we’re just two best friends playing a role.

“It’s too early to talk about marriage just yet,” I reply with a soft grin.

“But it’s a possibility in the future, yes?” Dom asks, stacking the last few burgers on the plate.

All I can answer with is a subtle nod just before I feel an arm snake around my waist. I crane my neck to glance up at Nikki just as his lips press a kiss to my jaw. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dom’s lazy smile and it puts me at ease knowing that Nikki and I have done our job at convincing everyone that what’s between us is true.

“Hi gorgeous,” Nikki greets breathily. “You doing okay?”

“Never better,” I answer truthfully, leaning back into his chest. I hand off the plate of burgers to Dom before directing my attention back to Nikki. “Are you?”

Nikki nods, arm tightening around my waist. “I’m perfect.” He holds up three empty beer bottles. “Come with me?”

I nod and take his hand, letting him lead me into the kitchen. While Nikki rummages through Janielle’s fridge for more beer, I steal a cannoli from the dessert tray, biting into the sweet cream.

“I’m having so much fun with you,” I blurt out honestly, licking the cream from my lips.

For a brief second, something flashes across Nikki’s face, almost as if my statement mimicked a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s gone just as fast as it came, replaced by an easy smile. “I am too, P.”

I bite my lip as Nikki opens the three bottles, eyes lingering on his tattooed arms. He catches me, smirking. “Pretty girl, you’re not exactly trying to hide it, you know.”

I blush, looking away like I always do when a compliment from Nikki is directed my way. And because I look away, I miss Nikki freeze in alarm, eyes wide, studying me.

When I turn back around, I notice his lips are in a thin line, jaw clenched ever so slightly. “P, I think we need to talk about something.”

His voice is serious, more serious than it’s ever been, and momentarily I fear the worst. Nikki’s fingers fidget nervously, and I can tell whatever is on his mind has been there for quite some time. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” It’s not a convincing answer, but I don’t say anything as he continues. “It’s more of a question, actually.” His hands fall at his side as he steps forward, exhaling a strangled breath. “Are we...what we’re doing…” His voice goes low. “We’re still pretending, right?”

There’s a lump forming in my throat, and I try my best to speak around it without giving off the impression that I’m either extremely hopeful he wants to make this real, or going to start crying because he wants to call everything off. “Yeah. Unless…unless you don’t want to pretend--.”

“No, no,” He says all too quickly, hands skimming my arms. “I like pretending. Pretending is good, safe. I just...wanted to make sure we’re still on the same page.” He grabs my hands, pressing a gentle kiss to each, before grabbing the bottles from the counter.

And as he leaves Janielle’s kitchen with a smile, I’m left standing alone and more confused than I’ve ever been.

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fangirlincorporated-blog · 3 years

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The Lucky Australian

~~ 19 Alive ~~

I wanted everything I never had

Like the love that comes with light

I wore envy and I hated that

But I survived

I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go

Where the wind don't change

And nothing in the ground can ever grow

No hope, just lies

And you're taught to cry into your pillow

But I survived

They remained under the air con waiting for he heat to pass, Aurora turning on her playstation to game with Henry. Henry noticed she much preferred survivalist horror, he watched her play a bit of dying light before Henry took over.

“It would make a great TV show” Aurora remarked, watching Henry try and escape a group of volatiles during a night mission, he had to admit, his heart rate and adrenalin were up, his hairs were standing to attention all over his body, it was unsettling and scary, but so addictive.

“I have to say, I didn’t really get too much time to get into it, but this is incredible, it’s not easy”

Aurora snorted. “That’s coz I play on nightmare mode”

Henry stole a glance at her.

“That’s hardcore”

Aurora beamed at him.

After a while, Henry noticed Aurora had fallen asleep next to him, her hands curled up underneath her face. Something caught his attention, pausing the game he looked at her arms.

There were white scars littered on them, some thin, some large. They were precise. Henry knew what they were.

He put the controller on the coffee table and hung his head. He felt so drawn out, so ripped from his skin, so weary down to his bones, so sad. All this he felt for her.

How unfair could life be to a person that only seemed to be a light in the darkness, how was she supposed to endure so much death and heartache and still consistently wake up in the fucking morning?

Henry felt the wetness of tears on his face. The burden of life seems so heavy for some, so light for others.

The never ending, continuous stream of emotion, was the pain his heart was feeling for her, as if it could simply reach out to her and out her all back together. For everything she endured, she was stronger than anyone he knew, but life shouldn’t have to throw that shit at you to make you strong. It shouldn’t have you drag you to a place where the demons go to build character. It shouldn’t have happened like that for her.

So why did it?

He cried for her. Her pain, her heartache, for everything she had been through. He cried because in the short time he knew her, he knew she deserved so much more than what life had given her. Yet, she was still here, she was still alive, still breathing, still waking in the morning next to him. Aurora had issues with her existence, she had not been fond of life, but henry was glad she was a living being.

Henry felt pickles nudge her furry little face under his hands. She looked up at him with her endless brown eyes. He smiled down sadly at her and gave her a scratch behind the ears.

“Its been a big day fluffy butt!” Slowly, he raised himself up off the couch and walked to the bathroom. Washing his face, he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

The women he had dated had been easier, this was all new territory, but somehow, he wasn’t shying away from her, from this. Henry knew he loved her, he knew she was all he needed and wanted. Still it didn’t take the sting out of the day.

He walked back into the lounge room to find Aurora waking up. She looked at the spot where Henry had been, confusion plastered on her still sleepy features. Hearing his footsteps she peered up at him and smiled. Holding out her arms, Henry all but ran into them.

He held her for a few minutes before she parted from him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, it’s just an intense game. Went to wash my face”

Aurora stared at him, she knew he was lying but she didn’t push it.

“Well, since its 3pm, most of the out of towners would’ve gone home by now, wanna go for a swim? Then we can get a drink at the beach bar? Maybe dinner out?”

“That’s sounds nice. Although you have promised to make me some Italian food!”

Aurora rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.

“I did, so let’s go to the beach, then I’ll make dinner!” she bounded off the lounge, going to the bedroom, Henry following her.

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October rolled into November, with December fast approaching. Henry had spent the whole month getting to know the area Aurora lived in, while she was at work. She had taken him hiking in the Blue Mountains many times, he was still amazed at the travel Australians undertook all the time. A 4-hour round-trip barely tiring her out as well as hiking, meanwhile Henry would be wiped out from the whole day. His favourite days though, were the ones he got to spend at the beach, or even just wandering around the place she lived, day drinking at a few different pubs, watching the ships roll in past the horizon. Or simply enjoying wherever she took him for lunch and dinner. He particularly enjoyed the day she took him to Sydney to Bennelong. Aurora had waxed lyrical about how amazing it was, and it did not disappoint. He had to admit; he was very rarely surprised by anything, now he understood why she had told him to dress up, the restaurant was in the Sydney opera house, with a view looking out at the harbour bridge. It was fucking spectacular. Henry had tried to pay once he figured out it was a fine dining establishment. Aurora has shut that idea down quite fast, given he had taken her out in Venice; this was the least she could do. It was quite sweet. They spent the night in Sydney, Henry had stayed at a few hotels in his travels, but Aurora had pulled out all the stops when he entered the room. The room overlooked the entire Sydney Harbour. It stopped him in his tracks, rendering him breathless. Henry spent that night making sure Aurora knew how much he loved her.

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Henry found himself sitting in Aurora’s office, answering mundane emails and going over scripts he had been sent, he could hear Aurora in the other room singing along to crowded house, a new favourite of his she had introduced him too. There was so much he had learnt about Aurora, her favourite band, her favourite games, her favourite sports teams (of which he now followed by default and she had promised to take him to a game come the start of the season), pet hates, favourite ice cream. He came to really love Australia; it was going to be hard to leave. Everything he loved was here.

Suddenly, a video call came through. Noticing it was Charlie, he picked up.

“Are we getting you back to the northern hemisphere?” Charlie asked.

“Fuck no, not when you look as cold as you do! Canada in the minus yet?”

“Unfortunately. More snow too, so how is the land down under?”

“Fucking glorious, it’s so hot, but I love it! Air conditioning is the most amazing thing ever invented.”

Charlie rolled his eyes “you make it sound like it’s the worlds greatest invention you’ve never heard of. You have that in England, and in Florida. You know the other place you also live?”

“It’s not as good in England. I know, but here it’s just on all the time. I really love it here; I’m only a 5minute walk to the beach. We sat a pub the other day watching ships come in, that has to be my new favourite hobby” Henry smiled

“Wow, and here I thought it was hammertime”

“War hammer Charlie!”

“Same, same. Since I haven’t spoken to you much in a month, did you end up finding out what happened with Aurora’s last relationship? I know you were worried.”

“Charlie, hold on.” Henry got up to close the door. He sat back down and told Charlie everything that had happened.

Henry lost track of the time he and Charlie had been talking. It was nice to be able to talk to one of his brothers. He hadn’t realised how heavy things had weighed on his heart, Charlie listening to him lessened the burden. Another call came in, from his manager.

“Charlie, I gotta go, Dany is calling”

“As long as you’re ok?”

“I am Charlie, I do really love her.” He watched Charlie smile. Saying their goodbyes, he answered Dany.

“Henry, I have an invitation to the Oscars, can you be stateside in Feb?”

“Sure. Add a plus one for me?”

Dany perked up at that

“So its serious with the girlfriend? I have to say; I’ve only seen a few photos of you in Europe with her, and one of you in Sydney. I didn’t know she was Australian. How have you stayed away from the paps for so long?”

“She lives near the beach, it’s a beautiful little place, nice area, I don’t think they give a shit really, plus its almost 2 hours from Sydney, no paps will travel that far.”

Dany nodded.

“Is she prepared for what’s about to happen?”

“She’s already explained things to me for when that does happen, which I need to talk to you about next time I see you. I will do my best to help her through everything, she might not even agree to the Oscars” Henry sat back and folded his arms.

“Why? Would she be uncomfortable? Does she not have a dress?”

Henry’s eyes snapped to her closet.

“I think she has a dress, ill get back to you.”

“Alright, speak soon”

Henry hung up the call, and stood up, rolling his shoulders and stretching out his body, he walked out of the room.

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rons-hermiones · 3 years

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Eleven

“I’m sorry.” Is all Ron says before he’s trampling his way through the hot flames.

George, being the closest, runs after him, but is soon meant by a blazing wall of fire. Thankfully, Fred pulls him back before it can reach him.

“Put it out! Put it out! Ronnie!” Charlie yells panicked as the remaining Weasley’s think of something, anything to do.

Ron swears he can hear Charlie calling out to him as he makes his way to the tall grass. He silently swears at Harry for running after her. Ron gets his need to avenge Sirius, but this was Bellatrix bloody Lestrange, he wasn’t sure if even someone like McGonagall could best her.

Soon, the wheat nearby gave a harsh jolt as the dreadful tune filled the air yet again, “I killed Sirius Black.”

Closing his eyes, Ron summons all the courage he has and takes off into nothingness, determined to protect Harry and Hermione.

“I killed Sirius Black.” Hermione hears the shrill voice yell again, this time closed.

Part of her wants to find Harry and curse him herself. She knows how much Sirius meant to him, but he’s just put himself in danger. And she knows that the last thing Sirius would want is Harry dead, and on his behalf no less.

Then she hears it.

A sharp intake of breath like someone sniffing a flower, “hello there beautiful.” Greyback sounds from behind her.

Turning swiftly, she points her wand at him, “expelliarmus!”

Shockingly, it works. His wand flies from his hand and rolls into the water of the pond.

He laughs, “no matter, I won’t need it darling, not for what I have planned for you.” Then suddenly his sharp teeth are bared as he eyes her throat.

She fires off offensive spells which merely make him jolt as he lurches closer.

Terrified, weak, and helpless, Hermione closes her eyes and prepares for the worst. But it never comes.

Instead, something else does, something she thinks it’s much worse.

“What did I tell you? Wait.” Lestrange scolds the werewolf as he slinks backward, fangs growing a bit duller at this.

“You know,” Bellatrix circles Hermione, not even scared the young girl's wand is drawn, “I didn’t even come here tonight for anyone, not my dear niece, nor even for Potter.” She stops, “but now, now I think you could do me some good.”

“Me?” Hermione asks, voice uncharacteristically shaken.

“Yes you Muddy, you see, I hadn’t known you’d be here tonight. There’s been a bit of chatter about you, makes me wonder if the Dark Lord...” she licks at her red stained lips as Hermione raises her trembling hand in fear.

“Oh no you don’t,” she hears a dark whisper from behind, “stupefy!” Ron shouts aiming his wand at Bellatrix.

With a look of mock shock, she easily deflects the advance and cackles madly. In one swift motion the witch yanks Hermione against her as she puts her wand to her throat.

Ron’s blue eyes widen with fear as his whole body begins to shake in terror.

“Please don’t.” He whimpers weakly.

“Well look at that,” Bellatrix whispers in Hermione’s ear, lips grazing the shell and making her shutter, “looks like someone’s upset I’ve got their dirty little mutt.” She says louder, causing Greyback to snort.

At this Hermione tries to pull away, but this just causes Lestrange to grip onto her hair and yank it back as if it were a leash.

“She’s not bad, for a Mudblood, don’t you think Greyback?” She taunts.

“Divine.” He rumbles.

“Ron I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for everything.” She doesn’t care if Bellatrix Lestrange curses her for it, she needs to tell him.

He shakes his head fiercely, “don’t say goodbye to me Hermione. Don’t.” He warns with watery eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She continues to whisper like she’s under some sort of spell.

The scene causes nothing but joy for the Slytherin as she grins madly, “I’m gonna have fun with this.”

But as apologies push past Hermione’s lips and Ron surveys what to do, Greyback suddenly falls to the ground.

Behind him, is Harry Potter, wand drawn, and the most pissed off expression Ron’s ever seen him wear.

Bellatrix turns around to see what caused the commotion, Hermione takes this as a cue to muster any strength and escape the women's clutches. It works, she elbows the older woman in the ribs and leaps toward Ron.

He catches her and dares take a second to embrace her, needing to feel her close to him.

“Dumb boy!” Bellatrix shrieks as Harry sprints away, making her follow.

“Run.” Ron tells Hermione, grabbing her hand and whirling them through the fields.

“Me Ron, Voldemort, he’s been talking of me.” She manages to huff out in between dodging weeds.

“What?” He asks back, she must sound mad.

“Lestrange, she said there’s been talk, I don’t- I don’t know!” She practically cries.

Ron pulls them to a stop as they heave under the oak tree they were at what feels like a lifetime ago.

“I don’t think she’d kill me Ron, they want me for something.” She whispers.

He shakes his head, “I’m not betting on finding out if either of those things are true.” His gaze briefly meets hers, just visible due to the light from the nearby orange flames.

“Harry, we have to go back for him.” Hermione says soon after.

And as much as he wants her safe, of course she’s right, that’s their best mate. “Just give me a second, gotta catch my breath.”

As he sucks in a gasp of air, she whispers to herself, “she said she wasn’t here for Harry...”

Then, before Ron could even react to this, a pair of sickeningly familiar footsteps sound in the air.

“Did you hear that Greyback? It must be Potter.” Bellatrix whispers, but she’s close enough for Hermione and Ron to hear.

Instantly, he clamps a hand over her mouth and pulls her behind the oak tree, hugging her frame to his.

“Why does it matter?” The werewolf grumbled, “the Dark Lord told us even if the boy was here, we were not to kill him.” This was a curious statement to both Gryffindors as Hermione turned slightly to peer into Ron’s eyes.

“We can still have a bit of fun.” She says menacingly, “no matter, I have the perfect gift for the Dark Lord.” They’ve stopped walking.

“Care to share Bella?”

“Well, you see it all just depends on who I find first. If it’s the blood traitor, the one from before, I’ll kill him, just like that! Surely the Dark Lord wouldn’t begrudge me for him, there’s about eight more of them!”

In fear, Hermione’s grip tightened around Ron’s arm that was holding her. He seemed to have shivered behind her.

“As for the Mudblood, well, there’s a bit of chatter you know.” Bellatrix states airily.

“Chatter?” The werewolf asks.

“Well sure! She’s certainly the brains of this whole thing, think of how much we could get out of her. And we could have fun in the process, you know, making her squeal, have a bite or two.”

“Looks delicious.”

“For a Mudblood maybe.”

A tear finds its way down Hermione’s cheek and eventually onto Ron’s hand that’s still glued to her mouth.

“They won’t touch you.” He whispers unbelievably low into her ear.

She swivels to meet his eyes, stepping on a twig while doing so.

“What was that?” Bellatrix demanded.

“I hope it’s the girl.” Fenrir commented.

“I hope it’s Weasley. Haven’t had a good kill since Sirius Black.” The witch whispers loud enough for the pair to hear.

And just like that, Hermione knows what she has to do. It’s stupid and brave and Ron will probably hate her for it, but she knows they can’t stand here forever.

From the looks of it, help is not coming, as help is trapped in a ring of fire, and there’s about no chance Harry will find them this time. They surely can’t duel Bellatrix Lestrange and Greyback without dying. They’re just a bunch of sixth year kids. Plus, with the witches personal mission of killing Ron, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

For Hermione however, they seem to have other plans. And yes, she’d rather wake up in hell then find out what that entails, but it’s her or Ron, and in the end, she’ll always choose him.

Soundly, she kisses his cheek and uses her other hand to caress his jawline. He grabs her wrist lightly, confused by the action.

“Hermione, don’t.” He warns, already seeming to know what she’s thinking.

“I’m so sorry Ron, come find me.” She pleads with him through the flood of tears, summoning all the courage inside her.

And before he can even move, she raises her wand, “petrificus totalus.”

Just like that, with tears skimming his cheeks and a horrified look in his eyes, Ron falls to the ground with a thud.

“I heard it again! This way!”

As Bellatrix and Greyback’s footsteps neared closer, Hermione casted a quick disillusionment charm on Ron, before stepping out from behind the tree with a sob.

“Oh it’s you.” Bellatrix said, sounding bored.

Hermione raised her wand, “Expelliarmus! Stupefy! Petrificus totalus!” She tried, just having some hope, maybe she could get out of this.

Her attempts were futile, the older witch blocked every blow with ease.

“Expelliarmus!” Bellatrix sounded off with a cackle as Hermione’s wand flew from her hand.

At this, the younger witch dove for the thing, but crashed on the ground instead. Her attackers drew closer, causing her to slink back until she hit the trunk of the tree. Her hands clutched wildly at the grass for her wand, but instead, she felt something hard and rectangular.

“Thought I’d take a page out of your book. Not so brave without our wand, are we muddy?” If only Bellatrix knew exactly how brave she was.

“I’m sure Dolohov will be excited to see you, he hasn’t stopped going on about you all year. Grab on Greyback.”

The werewolf did as he was told as Bellatrix took a fistful of Hermione’s hair in her other hand.

The only thing Hermione remembers before disapperating was the feel of the rectangular parcel in her hand and flashes of the horrified look on Ron’s face.

#ron x hermione #ron weasley #ron and hermione #rons-hermiones come find me #hermione granger #romione fanfic #romione #hp fanfic #hp #sixth year

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chapter twenty six: wet dreams and frisbees

“I can't believe your dad actually helped us with that,” Eric said aloud to her with a shake of his head. All she knew was she had to be there for real that time around: after their album dropped, her father had invited her back up to the Bay Area before anything else huge happened between them.

The day following the release of that new album in the first week of May and all the while the video for “The Ballad” had hit everyone's television there in the Bay Area and also down in Los Angeles. Sam was sure that Testament hadn't had such a stronghold like that of Metallica given they had started a year after Cliff was killed; but every time she turned around or went anywhere with a television screen, she saw Chuck's face there as he crooned out that song.

There was that plus the video for “Practice What You Preach” which never surfaced as much, but she swore that she saw them everywhere there in California. They always came on after Prince and Michael Jackson it seemed like, and it traded off between the two of them. There came a point in which after not even a week in which Sam began to associate Testament with either doves crying or pretty young things.

It was also around the time she headed back up to the Bay Area when she caught a glimpse of a rather darkly lit video which followed the one for “The Ballad” there in the bus station.

She frowned with the feeling of unfamiliar familiarity. She had no idea where they were from, but she knew them from somewhere. Within time, through the shades of rich royal blue, she recognized Kirk's black curls and Lars' sharp eyebrows. James' eyes pinched shut.

Jason there on the stool with a pair of wire framed glasses upon his nose.

Her mouth dropped open.

It was the first time she had ever seen Metallica in a music video. Even though she couldn't hear the music over the hustle and bustle in the bus station, she could feel it in her bones. The very sight of it almost brought a tear to her eye. Jason there on the stool in Cliff's shoes: there was no way he was echoing him, but rather he continued on from where Cliff had left off in the three years before. She adjusted the brim of her hat and sniffled a bit at the sight up there on the wall.

She thought about it all the way up through the outer rim of Los Angeles and into the Central Valley, such that she had plunked open her journal at one point and sprawled it across her lap. All she could think about was Jason and the pensive look on his face.

She yearned for something rich and dark like black ink for her new drawing, and yet all she had at her disposal at the moment was her kit of pencils. She got about as far as the sketch, albeit in cartoon form, but she had one with her regardless of anything she had with her.

Something to remember her dead love to, and something to exemplify his band's membrance of him as well. It was yet another secret drawing she had on hand, and one that she had no idea as to when she would finish up, either.

In the meantime, there on her second trip back up to San Francisco, Eric and Greg picked her up from the bus station in Hayward and as they drove back to the rehearsal spot together, she remembered the bet she had made with Alex as well. She had drawn him and thus she had to get alone with Greg whenever she found the chance.

She could only hope that Alex had told him about their bet, and if he didn't, there had to be a way in which she could explain it to him and in the best way possible as well. She sat there in the front seat next to Eric: at one point, she peered into the rear view mirror and through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, she noticed Greg tucking a lock of wavy dark hair right behind his ear.

That long hair and that soft scruff on his chin and on either side of his face.

It was hard for her to imagine it, even her having known Greg for a few years at that point. She strove to picture that scruff against her thighs; her holding onto that hair and giving it a pull; figuring each other out. All fuzzy and difficult for her to really think about.

She peered over at Eric and his little baby face from the side.

All five of them with long black hair and round faces, except they were all slightly different in some fashion: Alex with the obvious tuft of gray over the right side of his forehead, Chuck with the similar grave Native American look to his face like Joey, Greg with the scruff on his face, Louie looking serious, and Eric being the odd man out with the look that started it all.

“I just realized I've never really been to Catalina,” Eric said at one point.

“It's gorgeous,” she told him with a sparkling smile, “especially when it snows.”

He frowned at that where she giggled and held her journal close to her lap. They rolled up to a stop sign and he looked over at her, and she had no idea if she was looking at the journal or something else. He gave that smooth stripe of dark hair on the right side of his forehead a little toss back with a flick of his head and then they rolled forward along the block towards that low white brick building in question; right next door was a little bistro. Greg was quick to climb first, even before Eric pulled up the parking lever.

“My goodness,” Sam remarked.

“I know, right?” Eric showed her a little smile.

She took off her sunglasses and ran her fingers through her dark hair, and then he cleared his throat. She turned to him: it looked as though he wasn't ready to climb out of the car as of yet.

“I wanna ask you something,” he started in a soft voice.

“Go ahead.”

“Seeing as you're here and not back East anymore—you wanna do something some time?”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “Like what? Like a date?”

Eric shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno if you could call it that,” he said, “I just think of when we took you over to Castro Valley to visit the place where James and Lars spread Cliff's ashes, and you and Alex got behind the building there... it was kinda hot, to be perfectly honest with you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I catch myself thinking about from time to time.”

“You know, my dad lives there now,” Sam pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, that's right! Have a little fun near your daddy's place.” Eric flashed her a wink at that. “Anyways, I mean it. I wanna do something with you. Like maybe have dinner at your dad's house or something of that nature. I gotta spend a bit with the little Sammich at some point.”

“You're just saying that because I'm a girl surrounded by a bunch of boys,” she scoffed at him, and albeit with a roll of her eyes. He shrugged at that.

“Not necessarily,” he clarified with a raise of his eyebrows. “It could be from the fact that you're a girl who likes to chill with a bunch of boys.”

“I chill with girls, too, you know, Eric,” she pointed out.

“Kinky.”

“Kinky?”

“Kinky.”

“You little fat rat,” she teased him with a shake of her head.

“Little fat rat, is that what you called me?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, 'cause you're little—you're fat—” She reached for a poke of his little belly and he flinched back in the seat, and his face turned bright pink from the feeling.

“I'm not fat,” he scoffed.

“You're chubby,” she corrected herself.

“I'm not chubby, either,” he said. “Chubby means you're cute and round—fat implies you've got too much on you. I'm neither of those things.”

“Really?”

“I dunno. I just think that's the assumption surrounding it and that's according to your dad, too.”

“My dad told you that?”

“Yeah. Your dad is quite the interesting man if I do say so myself. Maybe that's why you're so amazing.”

She gasped at that and then Eric climbed out of there and into the bright sunlight before she said anything further to him. She clutched her journal to her chest and slung the courier bag over her shoulder, and she followed him up to the front step. He held the door for her all the while: she dared not sashay her hips at him with each and every step.

Once she entered that first hallway followed by that cool, dark front room, she spotted Greg before the table on the side of the room with a glass of beer in hand. Alex was nowhere to be seen. She walked on over to him and he turned to her as he took a sip from the glass.

“What's up?” he greeted her; she peered over her shoulder and Eric ducked into the next room over.

“I have to tell you something,” she began in a low voice.

“Go ahead,” Greg encouraged her as he leaned in closer to her.

“Close the door, too—” He did just that with his free hand around her shoulder.

“I dunno if Alex told you this,” she said, “but I made a bet with him that if I draw him, I have to have sex with you.”

Greg hesitated for a second and then he burst out laughing.

“Did you really draw him?” he asked her as he took another sip of that fresh beer.

“I did, yes! And here's proof.”

She opened her journal to that drawing she had made for him back up at her dad's house. Greg took another sip from his glass and he raised his eyebrows at it.

“Oh, shit,” he sputtered. “I'm in trouble now.”

“He also told me to keep it between us—yeah, I don't get it, either.”

“He wants the three of us all to be hot shit,” Greg explained, “at least that's what I think he wants—I dunno, I can't read his mind. That's a gorgeous drawing, by the way.”

“So,” she stated as she closed the journal and gave her hair a toss, “what do you say?”

“Can I at least have my drink first?” he asked her with a sly little smirk on his face.

“Of course! Take your time with it.”

The door swung open right then and it caught the both of them off guard. Sam whirled around and she recognized that rich black curled hair and that little cleft in his chin.

“Hey, Charlie!” she greeted him, and his face lit up when he recognized her.

“Oh, hey!” He threw his arms around her. “Oh my gosh, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages—how are you?”

“I'm well—I've been living!”

“I should tell you—I got in touch with a woman who might help you out with promoting your art because you need it, Sam. You really do.”

“I'm not sure, though, Charlie,” she confessed. “I'm just trying to find my voice in the wake of being in school.”

“Take it anyways,” Greg told her as he took another sip of beer.

“She also offered to help Marla out, too,” he added, “because you ladies are damn well and good at it.” He handed her a little creamy white card with the words “Scarlett Valentine: art agent—New York, New York” inscribed on the front in rich red swirled letters.

“So should I call her whenever I can or whenever it's convenient for her?” she asked him.

“Whenever you can,” he replied, “mention my name, too—tell 'er you've been Benante'd as a result of this.” His expression then turned serious. “Also, I have good news and some bad news, and they kind of go hand in hand.”

“Go ahead,” she coaxed him as she tucked the card into the interior pocket of her purse.

“Good news is Anthrax is heading back into the studio, hopefully soon,” he said in a single breath. “Bad news is I'm not sure what Joey's doing right now, but I don't think he'll be joining us.”

Sam frowned at that. “What do you mean?” she asked him.

“I called him yesterday and we talked—for a long time, almost two hours. He's not really feeling good even though I told him he sounds good and we kind of need him.”

“What do you think he should do?” Greg chimed in from behind her.

“Well, I told him—take your time with it. When it happens, I'll call you and tell you about it. Your well being and your health comes first. I really want him on it, just to clear up any confusions that he might have about it. He thought we had fired him, for god's sake.”

“What if he says yes to it?” Sam added.

“If he says yes to it,” Charlie continued, “it'll be up to him as to how he does it. Vocals come last, you know.”

“Absolutely! I hope he can do it.”

“I hope he can, too,” he admitted. “Scott's written a bunch of new songs and I can't really imagine anyone else singing them. I mean—I can kind of, but I know they would fit Joey's voice like a glove. They were made with him in mind.”

“Who else can you imagine singing them?” Sam asked him.

“Mark from Death Angel, believe it or not. Just 'cause they have a similar range.”

“Yeah, they do!” Greg chuckled at that.

“That reminds me,” Charlie wagged a finger at him, “a word, Gregory.”

He opened the door and stepped out first; Greg followed right behind him, and the last thing he did for Sam was shrug his shoulders.

“Eventually,” he mouthed to her all the while, and then he followed Charlie out of there and back into the hallway. She spotted Alex by the door, and thus, once she tucked her journal into that courier bag, she headed over to him.

“Hey, you,” he greeted her as he took off his sunglasses and showed off those deep eyes to her.

“So that little bet you made with me,” she started with him and with her arms folded across her chest, “how if I drew you, that I had to do it with Greg—” She stopped and he slowly turned his attention to her with his eyes wide open like big marbles.

“Did you?” he blurted out, stunned.

“I almost did. He didn't seem to ready about it—not like you.”

“You'll have other chances,” he said with a wink, and she gave him a little smirk as a result of that and she knew she would have more chances to see sexy Alex at his best as well.

“By the way, what happens if I don't do it with him?” she asked him in a low voice. Alex shifted his weight right before her and then he walked around her back to that room. She followed him back inside, right as he took a seat before that table. He gestured for her to take a seat in front of him, and she did, albeit with her courier bag on the table top next to her. He shifted the chair around so he faced her straight on. He set his hands on her knees and he lingered right before her face as if about to kiss her. Instead his eyes closed part of the way as if he was seducing her right then and there.

“Come on tour with us?” he whispered to her.

“I'd have to pick up and leave more and more, though,” she pointed out.

“You'd be with us, though. You'd be with me.”

“But what about our secret, though? Our keeping ourselves a secret?”

“Greg can take secrets to his grave,” he said, “and I can, too.”

The palms of his hands pressed right into her knees. Her chest rose up a bit as he closed his eyes and took in the smell of her shampoo on the right side of her head. She brought her hands to his chest as if about to push him back. Instead, she stood to her feet and he followed suit.

They were alone in that room together.

She kissed him right on those soft lips and all the while, she kept her hands on his chest. His body was warm and soft even while being so thin. He was so sensual and tender towards her, such that she wondered where this side of Alex had been this whole entire time. He was like a diamond fresh out of a mine, or a rock straight off of the summit of Mount Whitney: all he needed was a bit of polishing and then she could have a better look at him.

She could still taste the ginger from the ginger snaps on his lips.

She could feel that right amount of softness staying perfectly intact all around his hips and his waist. She thought about his sentiments about getting so heavy by the time he reached middle age, and she smirked at the thought of Alex getting chubby while staying as lovely and sensual as ever.

He brought his hands up her back towards the hooks on her bra. She could feel the warmth from his chest and his stomach, that sweet sense of fever. She could feel how firm he was getting in between his legs. She moved her head back from him and she gazed right into those deep eyes.

“Careful,” she warned him in a near whisper. “We go a little bit far with it, I'll end up like Aurora.”

“We won't,” he whispered back to her. “I promise you, Samantha—I won't go that far with it.”

Sam brought her mouth to the side of his neck once again for another little love bite there, but instead she kept her nose there. She relished in his scent, there on his skin and on the underside of his hair. She kept her hands right over his hips: his skin resembled to silk. She imagined him even softer and more tender than ever at one point. The softer and the rounder he was, the more she could hold him and feel him.

“Mmm, baby—” she whispered to him.

“Baby, is that what you called me?” he retorted back to her.

“'Cause you're soft and sweet like a baby,” she told him and she ran her tongue along her top row of teeth. She ran her fingers through his soft black curls and he tilted his head back a bit and showed off more of his neck to her. For a fleeting moment, she thought about that encounter in the closet with Frank back in Charlie's old apartment. The way in which she caressed his soft lush hair, except Alex's hair was even more plush and even lighter. She brought her lips back to his, but she never kissed him.

Instead, she moved her right hand to the front of his jeans.

“What if I—” Her fingers caressed over the zipper and the button. She was about to slither down even further when he flinched back a bit.

“Easy now,” he warned her in a husky voice.

“What?” she teased him.

“You do that, I might not keep it together later tonight when I go to bed.”

“Oh, yeah, like you'd have a wet dream about me.”

He nibbled on his bottom lip and gazed on at her in the dim light: those deep eyes as deep and dark as they had ever been up to that point.

“I actually have had a couple of wet dreams about you,” he confessed.

“Oh, have you now?”

“Yeah. It's funny—I didn't think I'd have wet dreams about anyone before.”

“All dripping wet and hot,” she teased him.

“Not if I get you dripping wet and hot first—”

“You want me to bite you again?” she offered him.

“How 'bout down by my belt this time?” he suggested. “The last time—when you got me right here on my neck—I had hell of a time explaining it to my parents when they saw it. My mom was like 'oh mah gawd, Alex, what were ya doin'!”

She burst out laughing and then she clasped a hand to her mouth so as to not to draw attention to herself. Alex lowered his eyelids a bit as if seducing her himself, but she was the one who had done it in the first place. He lifted the hem of his shirt and showed her his slim stomach to her: the edge of his belt hung right underneath his belly button so she could do it with such ease.

The door hung ajar by about an inch but she knew no one else was around. Eric, Greg, and Charlie had gone somewhere else in there, but they were alone as far as she could tell.

Alex leaned back on the table so she could better reach his waist. With the tips of her fingers, she caressed his smooth white skin there over his belt first.

She brought her teeth onto his skin for a gentle nibble. She tried to imagine him with a bit of weight on his body at the same time, all from eating too many ginger snaps.

To think she was a few inches right above his genitals all the while.

“C'mon, Samantha, you can do it a little harder than that,” he encouraged her with his voice still husky and low. She nibbled a little harder on his skin and he gave her a soft groan from the inside of his throat in return.

“C'mon—you can do it,” he encouraged her again, that time through gritted teeth. A little harder and he started to breathe harder as a result. His chest heaved from the feeling there.

“Oh, god, that's hot—”

She closed his eyes as she nibbled on his skin, a sweet little love bite. Alex breathed harder and he gave her soft little whimpers all the while.

“I'm a bad boy,” he blurted out. “I'm a bad boy! Suck me—suck me—like you did last time—I'm a bad boy, Samantha.”

She put her lips there for a little sucking, and she traded in between the two. Her lips puckered and her teeth ground up against his skin, right there next to his belly button.

More silence ensued on the other side of the door so she traded in between the two for what felt like an eternity. All the while, Alex breathed harder as if he had just run a mile.

She bit extra hard on him and he gasped from the feeling.

“Tasty,” she whispered as she slithered her tongue along that little bit of bruised skin there. She had left a genuine bruise the size of a dime there on his skin, right next to his belly button. Alex let out a low whistle.

“Oh, man, that was hot,” he whispered to her as she finished up with a few little kisses there. “That was really hot.”

“Sam?”

She kept her lips there on Alex's skin as she glanced over to the door. Ruben's voice carried in from right there behind the door.

“Damn it,” he muttered. She gave him another kiss there and then she tickled him there. “Easy now.” He giggled at that and she moved up to his face; he kept his shirt pushed back so she leaned up right against his bare belly and gazed right into those deep eyes. His body was warm and soft, much warmer and softer than before that little vampire bite.

“So now what?” he asked her in a broken voice.

“I go hang out with my daddy now,” she told him, “I think he's gonna take me home, too.”

He pouted his lips to her a bit as if he beckoned another kiss from her. He closed his eyes so his face was extra soft. She moved in closer to him, right before his lips, but neither of them did anything further.

“Go to bed and dream of a beautiful gray stripe,” he breathed right into her mouth. He then looked right into her face, complete with the come hither look in his eyes and a softness about his face.

“You know I will, sweet boy,” she whispered to him.

“Sam?” Ruben called out from the next room.

“I have to go, baby,” she told Alex in a soft voice.

“I'll see you soon,” he vowed to her with a wink. She moved away from him and she ran her fingers through her hair before she picked up her bag and headed out of there, as warm as the sunny day outside. She smiled back at him as he shook his head and in turn his hair about: he showed her his slender neck and his beautiful pale skin all the while. The little tuft of gray over his forehead seemed to glimmer even under the dim light there.

“If you see Aurora again,” he said, still in a husky voice, “you should talk to her.”

“You think so?” she asked him, and he nodded at her.

“You really should.”

“Okay, baby.” She flashed him a wink before she ducked out of there. She spotted Ruben at the far end of the hallway there, and his face lit up at the sight of her.

“There you are!”

She greeted him with a hug and a little pat on the cheek. Ruben treated her to lunch at the bistro next door: they sat there on the porch which overlooked a small stretch of grass, still lush and green with the onset of springtime all around them. While he was inside there, she spotted Zetro and the guys from Exodus on the far side of the grass. She noticed something round and orange over their heads. She knew she had to see more of them as well.

Zetro lifted his right leg and chucked the Frisbee from underneath his thigh to a few kids on the far side. The Frisbee landed on the grass not even a foot away from him and they all burst laughing at that. Sam propped her chin up on the palm of her hand and watched them.

A woman stepped onto the porch right before her, and she recognized that head of black hair and those Korean features. She looked exhausted. It didn't help matters that her belly protruded out so massively at that point, such that her blouse struggled to stay over the roundest part.

“God, Aurora's huge already,” Sam remarked to herself. “She looks like she just ate a whole turkey.” She chuckled at that, but then she thought about what Alex had told her before. She knew what he meant by that: he had forgotten the whole thing between her and Aurora, which meant it was time for her. She took off her sunglasses and Aurora flashed a glimpse over at her before she stepped inside of there.

Her blouse was tight up top and Sam struggled to fathom how she could get any bigger.

“Aurora—” Sam started and she dropped her gaze down to her big belly. She looked as though she was ready to give birth any second there as she pressed a hand to the small of her back.

“Sam,” she greeted back to her.

“C'mere,” Sam coaxed her.

Aurora kept that one hand on top and her other hand on the small of her back. She was enormous and Sam tried to think about her pregnant with her daughters.

“When are you due?” Sam asked her, much to her surprise.

“You know, I'm glad you're here and I'm glad you asked,” she said.

“Really?” Sam glanced over her shoulder as if someone listened in on them.

“I'm due next month, actually,” Aurora continued, “although—” She ran her other hand over her belly. “—it feels like it could be way sooner than that. I'm having a son.”

“Aw, that's cool.”

“You're about to say hello to Theodore Samuel Young-St. Vitus,” she added, to which Sam gasped.

“Samuel!”

Aurora nodded her head and Sam lunged for her with her arms wide open: her breasts were snug and so tight, and her belly rose out before her, as hard as a rock, and yet it felt like hugging her mother. The first time she had hugged her in so long. Those old wounds, while still raw, could heal from the mere sound of his name.

“It's the least I can do,” Aurora explained. “I really feel terrible for having been such a bad friend to you after Emile and I got married. It's my way of apologizing to you as well as thanking you for being such a good friend to me. Being a mom has made me reconsider just about everything, Sam, especially when it comes to my friendships.”

They held one another once again and Sam was about to leak out even more tears.

“We both went to New York from here in California,” she recalled with a slight break in her voice; she moved back again for another look into Aurora's face, round and glowing with the life within her.

“You went with the boys where I settled down with a single boy,” she noted, and her face fell at the sound of that.

“Do you ever feel like you could continue with it?” Sam asked her with a sniffle.

“Somewhat,” she confessed, “although I can't imagine not being a mother, though. I love my daughters and I already love Teddy—”

The door swung open and Ruben stepped back out onto the porch with a root beer float in either hand. Zetro said something on the far side of the grass right then, something about Exodus' new album being about women and children first; Aurora backed up from him.

“Oh, my god, those look good,” she remarked as he took his seat across from Sam.

“Sam's mother always wanted ice cream when she was pregnant, too,” Ruben joked. Aurora kept one hand on her lower back as she headed inside for something. Sam picked up her glass and held it out as to give a toast.

“To our boys, Testament,” she said.

“To our boys,” Ruben echoed, and they clinked their glasses together. Sam sipped through the red and white striped straw right then.

“Aurora's a trooper,” he noted. “When your mom was about to have you, she had lots of energy. Even the day she gave birth to you, it was like nothing was about to slow her down.” He shook his head. “Not gonna lie to you, Sam. I miss your mom sometimes.”

“What's done is done, though,” she said.

“What's done is done, right. It's a new chapter of life.”

“She's having a little boy,” she told him, “and they're naming him Theodore Samuel Young-St. Vitus.”

Ruben raised his eyebrows at that.

“His middle name is gonna be Samuel!” he exclaimed, and Sam couldn't help but choke up at that.

“She's naming her kid after me,” she sputtered, and Ruben stood up and held her close to him. She sniffled and brushed a tear from her eye. “Teddy. He's gonna be named Teddy, too.”

“I just think of teddy bears,” Ruben confessed, “or better yet—graham crackers.”

Sam thought about Alex right then. She thought of running her hand down the small of his back and she pressed herself closer to his body. Still soft despite having reached his twenties and having lost enough weight to where he was so thin. Soft like a teddy bear himself.

Holding Aurora close to her body made her want to hold onto him even more as she gave her father a big hug.

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10 characters - 10 fandoms

Have done that already but why not find out if I don’t have ten more favourite fandoms/characters. The first post, funnily enough, also initiated by you, so thanks for tagging me @citrus-cactus!

Choose 10 different fandoms and pinpoint your favorite character from each one. Then tag 10 more.

Characters I remember from the first post are Taichi Yagami, Dorothy Williams, Urs of the Snows, Charlie Weasley, and Bella Cullen, so I won’t be looking at them again.

Digimon Franchise

Sora Takenouchi. As mentioned in similar posts, she’s one of my favourites because we were so similar. We both like football/soccer, Taichi Yagami, we are the mom friend, in later years we stand more on the outside observing than throwing ourselves straight into the action.

Lukas (ZDF)

Lukas Lenz. Title character of the German tv show, he struggles with career, body images, family, and maybe also with sexual orientation. The show in general is surprisingly progressive for the late 1990s in German public tv, but deals with topics like queerness, teen pregnancy, single-parenting and much more in a very light but never disrespecting tone. The discovery of the last year for me.

The Invisible Library series

Peregrine Vale. As much as I’d like to be badass like Irene or able to transform into a freaking dragon (an absolute dream tbh) like Kai, I pick Vale. He seems stiff but has actually no problem at all to roll with whatever crazy and illegal stuff Irene throws upon him. It’s also super funny how they drag him into nearly any adventure no matter which world it happens in.

(Please take this stock photo as a placeholder as noone has drawn/otherwise visualized him [in a way I’d agree with] on any platform, unfortunately.)

Pacific Rim

Mako Mori. She has her own diversity test. I think that says it all. (Everything about her agency and bravery has been pointed out before.)

Ku’Damm 56

Rudi Hauer. A pity Eva hasn’t stayed with him, the cute goalkeeper from the GDR team, but has decided on marrying an old abusive doctor. I get that Rudi was married and lived in a different (hostile) state. Still, better than having to prostitute herself to escape her husband’s iron grip.

Castle

Kate Beckett. One of those female characters that walk a tightrope between being unbelievably hot’n’badass and just being a trophy wife for a goofier male character. Luckily, she never falls, and also passes the Mako Mori test, meaning that many of her actions don’t revolve around a man but her family and the tragic story that includes. And underneath all that coolness she reveals, after a bit of tickling by Castle, that she can be just as big a doofus as he is.

(The only thing I don’t get, just like in Rizzoli and Isles or any superhero movie, is that she wears heels most of the time when she has to frequently run after criminals.)

MCU

Peggy Carter. Period clothing, especially mid-century, is always a plus-point. And Peggy pulls it off meticulously, even in the thorniest situations. While I’m also a big fan of women getting messy when things get messy, Peggy’s perfection highlights that you don’t have to become a man to succeed in a man’s world. I know that Marvel/Disney is a money-gobbling machine (and assholes) for putting the very interesting concept of “What if..” behind a paywall but I’m absolutely in love with buff Captain Peggy Carter. (Won’t become a member of Disney+ just for that, though.)

In aller Freundschaft: Die jungen Ärzte

Dr. Elias Bähr (Bährchen). My reaction towards him can be pretty much summed-up with *heart eyes* - big ones! He’s soft and caring, which makes his angry moments even sharper. A little awkward, he’s the number one friend among the assistant doctors, which makes it a little difficult to lead them after his promotion. A well-rounded character. The only problem is that one shoe-horned affair he was supposed to have because, actually, dear show runners, he’s asexual if you haven’t noticed.

P.S. Don’t get me started on his swinging hips!

(I would like to add a gif I made showcasing exactly that but tumblr doesn’t let me upload it...)

Zootopia

Benjamin Clawhauser. I’m not exactly invested in the Zootopia fandom but as so many others I’ve locked Benjamin Clawhauser in my heart. Yeah, with his abundant appettite he’s the butt of more than one joke. Yet he’s unapologetically himself, both for his love for donuts and for Gazelle. I also don’t want to deny him his loving relationship with Chief Bogo.

Adolars Phantastische Abenteuer

Adolar. I was obsessed with this show when I was around twelve years old (just like Adolar). So obsessed that I started talking like him which very much annoyed my family. Now I’m only using a couple of catchphrases here and there, whenever a word triggers my memory. But I do remember that I also wanted to build my own inflatable spaceship and started looking around on what everyday items I could turn into equipment. Even now I wouldn’t mind travelling to an interesting planet without any obligations whatsoever.

Tagging @utrinque-paratus, @born-deaf-blind-and-numb, @rooonil-waazlib, @deltermeemer, @wrathbite, @earanie, @thiswomanwearsglasses, @farisya-yodalmighty and anyone who’s in the mood!

#personal #tag game #marvel #castle #djä #ku'damm 56 #zootopia #pacific rim #lukas #the invisible library #digimon #adolars phantastische abenteuer

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cursebreaker-lilith · 3 years

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Tagged by @carewyncromwell ! Tagging anyone whoever wants to ramble about their mc lol

What HPHM characters (or MCs) could you see your MC dating, in an AU? What would their relationship be like? Why did you ultimately decide not to go with that ship, or do you still hold a torch for it?

I think I've finally decided that Penny will be the main universe endgame but others I considered...

Talbott

My original endgame lol I don't know if I'll keep them briefly dating in but he's still a very important part of Lili working through her family issues and deciding that found family is Good. But yea Talbott helps keep Lili calm and she has no problem calling him out when he's anti social so they balance each other out.

Ben

In my canon, he's had an unrequited crush on Lili since year 1 😔✌ and eventually confesses in year 6. I don't think it'd be a particularly helathy relationship honestly, considering what year 6 Ben is like. Both of them year 6 and on are pretty volatile people with a lot of issues they need to deal with and they wouldnt work well together and enable their worst traits probably. But also the years long pining is fun rip ben

Rowan

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS BEST TROPE!!!!! But yea. Rowan and Lili are v v v close so it feels inevitable to have an au where they get together. It's just r i g h t. The only reason it isn't the main ship is because I developed their relationship after coming up with a story for Lili/Penny and Lili/Talbott.

Diego

Lili is drawn to people who are very much themselves even if they come off as weird to others (see Rowan or Charlie) and I'd put Diego in that category too so they immediately get along. Lili finds his flirting funny and harmless and, very importantly, he makes her laugh and is good at lifting her spirits. In my canon, he's her actual first date, but they don't really continue dating after that first one. Also Lili has a type and its kindhearted Hufflepuffs who are taller than her (see Penny and Chiara lol)

Chiara

Lili/Chiara is a similar dynamic to Lili/Talbott tbh plus Chiara is Lili's aforementioned type lol Chiara is a sort of voice of reason and also really nice and both of those help keep Lili's temper in check. And Lili might be shocked at first at the werewolf reveal, but she would never ever tell anyone and do anything needed to help Chiara with her problems around it.

Badeea

Badeea is similar to Diego in thats she's very much herself and, again, Lili clicks with that immediately. Sadly, I don't think they'll end up interacting much in my canon timeline but Lili finds Badeea a fascinating person and really enjoys being around her.

Merula

I do ship it but not really but i also doooo? Anyways, in my canon Merula has a crush on Lili briefly and is v angry about it while Lili ignores her existence. I also have a vague au where they are childhood friends (since Lili's family on her mum's side are snobby purebloods who probably run in the same circles as the Snydes) and that goes from childhood friends to lovers (hey did i mention thats the best trope?) but I dont have much of it thought out yet aha

#hphm #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery #text be mine #tagged #lili brooks

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years

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July 17: 2x26 Assignment: Earth

Finally finished up S2 of TOS yesterday. That was... a rough episode tbh. I’m just gonna say it: back door pilots are bad! They’re bad. If I wanted to watch that other show, I’d watch it.

Wow, they’re just really jumping right in, huh? “Here we are, on a routine mission into the past, using a time travel method that we invented nbd.”

Investigating desperate problems in the year 2020...2016.... no wait 1968.

Ooh, Spock in the transport room today. Does he have a whole extra random station there? That’s so weird; I’ve never seen that before. It’s like hidden in the corner.

Cat!! Cat!!

What a good actor. I’m still bitter that wikipedia has a whole section about the casting for “Isis the cat” that talks entirely about the human who played Isis for 2 minutes and nothing about the talented feline actor. Where did they find her? How did they teach her to act?

She has a lot of thoughts about Kirk.

I wrote down “Scully, you’ve got to see this” in my notes and I’ve already forgotten what it refers to lol. Some moment that I thought would fit well with my favorite x-files meme.

Change history, you say? Spock is intrigued. ...Admittedly, Spock is often intrigued.

“What if it turns out you’re an invading alien from the future?” Honestly...let him invade. You’re not supposed to be here anyway.

I’m pretty insulted by this. The aliens went through all this trouble to help in 1968...where are our alien helpers NOW?

The cat straight up attacked his face.

Kirk is so fond of Spock being fond of the cat.

“It’s a lovely animal. I feel myself strangely drawn to it.”

Kirk is way too confused by Seven--an allegedly human person with super-human abilities that he says come from aliens--and yet, he’s met Charlie X so??? Is this not the same?

Kirk’s got the whole crew checking in on zoom.

(I actually do like this sequence of him getting video calls from different parts of the ship.)

“Weren’t orbiting H-bombs a huge problem in 1968?” Looks at the camera like he’s on The Office. Not the subtlest bit of writing in the “social commentary” genre. I do say this with love, though. I always enjoy when they comment on contemporary problems.

“He has a totally perfect body.” Lol don’t distract these two bisexuals.

[soft meowing]

“The prisoner has escaped.” The way this is shot, it looks like he’s talking about the cat.

Hmm, I do love the decor. Very 60s. This honestly immediately feels like a different show, and a much more dated show; even when the Enterprise time travels, it tends not to time travel to... office space.

Love the little sounds the computer makes.

So is Isis supposed to be one of the fancy aliens? It’s never explained but one must assume she is.

Aw, he’s petting her paw.

So I assumed the cats sounds are real, but just dubbed. They’re not lol. Which I guess isn’t surprising: this cat makes a lot of noises! They were provided by a human voice actress.

Damn.... I want a secret bookshelf that turns around to reveal a super computer with a big screen. “Computer... play Netflix.”

That’s what Seven does in his spare time.

The computer is an AI. “Beta 5 snobbery” lol.

Where are OUR alien overlords to stop US from destroying ourselves before WE can mature into a peaceful society?

This is really masterful exposition lol. Not forced or awkward at all.

ST sure does love the snooty female computer trope.

“Get us the proper costumes.” Yes, get Spock his Requisite Hat.

Omicron IV....that’s one of the names they use in Futurama lol. Such nerds.

Another excellent Spock Hat.

I love Seven’s various IDs. Great style. I wish my driver’s license looked like those.

“Who do you think you are?” He hasn’t decided yet. That’s why he was shifting through his IDs.

Seven is not smart lol. Like, he should have figured out way faster that this lady isn’t one of the Alien Overlords. He asks her the code question, she doesn’t understand it, and he... assumes she’s just really in character? Dude, that’s what the code questions are for!!! To help you identify people! Otherwise you could just straight up ask: are you an alien?

Instead he’s like “oh, you silly alien, you’re playing with me,” and then is forced to trap her, reveal his whole mission, and ultimately ensnare her in his plan.

I want that typewriter. Voice recognition typewriter.

"My incompetence has made you aware of very secret devices." Well at least he knows.

Trained cat!

The alien overlords were killed in a random car accident. That’s ironic.

Oh look, a real rocket!

Brown pants + short sleeved shirt + tie is such a Classic 60s look.

This security guard doesn’t think it’s weird that this random dude has a cat with him? Is this part of Isis’s alien power?

Except for the part where it’s a weapon, it’s pretty cool to see all this build up to, like... launching stuff into space. Exciting.

Isis likes to be on shoulders. Just like Little Guy.

New hat for Spock. His outer wear hat, and now his fancy hat. There is something to be said for this ep, and that is Kirk and Spock in suits.

Amazing how they literally launched rockets with computers that old. Like seeing the big bank of primitive computers is totally wild. We put people on the moon that way! Amazing.

“Meow.” Lol, Isis is stressed so she’s speaking like a cat. That’s a pretty funny joke actually.

Seven is so incompetent. If he’d just let the Enterprise help, Scotty could have fixed that rocket issue in like 3 seconds.

Lol everyone’s just pulling Gary through space. Now on the Enterprise. Now in the office.

Why does this computer have a hug black screen if it only displays images on the small white circle?

"Spock and I in custody. Main characters, doing nothing, knowing nothing, totally useless and irrelevant. I have never felt more helpless." Literally what is even the point of them today? Does Spock even have lines outside of “I like the cat”?

Isis is jealous of Roberta. Is she.. in a relationship with Seven lol?

Uhura is listening to everyone in the world. She probably has a universal translator on, but I do feel like this scene implies she just...understands all the languages.

So now the warhead is armed and heading to somewhere vague... in other words, everyone has collectively made the situation worse.

....Or this was Seven’s plan all along? To scare people into ceasing to be so careful with nuclear weaponry? As someone who knows humans better than this guy, I think this is a dumbass plan.

“That’s why so many people in my generation are kind of crazy and rebels.” Same, sweetheart.

Really this is just a story about bad communication. If Seven had told Kirk his plan upfront, Kirk would have helped him. And if Kirk weren’t so insistent on involving himself in something just because he happens to be somewhere he probably shouldn’t be, we wouldn’t have this issue either. The hubris of everyone.

Overall, just a really forced narrative imo.

Or that’s how it was supposed to be lol. The Irony of time travel. By it’s nature, everything has already worked out.

Kirk and Spock are like “You’re welcome. Peace out.”

Honestly... Isis was the only good part. Such a talented cat actor!! Or trio of cat actors, I guess. Had to do all those stunts and stuff.. .amazing. I also liked the concept of Isis. How she turned into a human later just to troll Roberta. How she’s never really explained--one must assume, an alien? Plus I pretty much never get tired of human + animal teams where the animal makes animal noises and the human just understands and answers in English.

As a stand alone sci fi concept...it was okay. Kinda dated by now. The alien tech was nifty and Roberta could have grown on me. Maybe even Seven, though he left a lot to be desire. That said, the narrative relied a lot on people getting in each other’s way for no reason, which I find very frustrating.

But as a Star Trek episode....no. The main characters were just nuisances on the side lines!! I’m not even sure what Kirk’s mission here was--to try to figure out what Seven was doing? And stop him if necessary? But he never really decided if it was or not, until the point where not trusting him would basically cause a nuclear war? I don’t know, I found it all very frustrating. The melding of the original show and the spinoff was not smooth.

If I were watching this in 1968, I’d feel very cheated. THIS was the season finale? That’s it? I don’t even get a real Star Trek episode and now I have to wait months for anything new?

And what I get after all that waiting is Spock’s Brain?? I’d be tempted to quit. If I had a tumblr in 1969 I’d be writing multi-paragraph rants about how the best show on television has completely nose-dived lol.

But then there’s The Enterprise Incident, which is one of the best episodes... I don’t know, man. It’s a conundrum. I’ve only seen maybe half of season 3 but from what I remember it’s very uneven: some of the best eps (The Enterprise Incident, For the World Is Hollow, Day of the Dove) mixed in with some of the worst (Spock’s Brain, The Paradise Syndrome), plus some that are good concepts but shoddily executed (The Way to Eden). So we’ll see what I think about it when I see it all in one piece, in air date order.

#the year 2021 #2021: fandom thoughts #2021: star trek #star trek tos

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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Top 20 BEST Animated Series of the 2010s-15th Place

The fifteenth place is a tie, primarily because both of these shows are equally good, in my opinion. Some of you might disagree with me, but to that I say-

ALL ABOARD THE HATE TRAIN!

CHOO CHOO!

#15-We Bare Bears (2015-2020)/Big City Greens (2018-)

The Plot(s): Both shows involve an unorthodox family trying to fit in with what’s considered normal. In We Bare Bears, it’s three brother bears (Grizz, Panda, and Ice Bear) trying to fit in with modern society. And in Big City Greens, it’s a family of farmers (Cricket, Tilly, Bill, and Gramma) trying to adjust to city life after the family farm got sold due to low profits. In both shows, these characters make new friends, go on wacky adventures, and learn that they’ll always be okay as long as they’re together.

Aside from that brief description, I can sum up these shows in two words: Charmingly simplistic. There’s no intense continuity, no ongoing story arcs, or even an evilly evil villain hoping to take over the world...for the most part. These are just two different shows, with two types of families trying to get by in life. And honestly, it’s those families that make these shows work.

The dynamic between the bears in We Bare Bears is what makes the show so charming to watch. These three actually act like brothers (from what I’ve been told. I, unfortunately, don’t have brothers), and seeing their brotherly bond does nothing less than putting a smile on my face. Plus, the loyalty they have for each other is downright heartwarming, especially when the series flashes back to when they were kids.

And while I can’t entirely say that the Green family has the same amount of charm to them, there is one thing that I love. And that’s the fact that (kinda spoiler warning) they are an almost complete family in a Disney cartoon, with both parents being a prominent role in the series. Yes, Bill and Nancy are divorced, but that doesn’t mean Nancy isn’t around for her kids. She shows up frequently after her introduction and even gives off an impression that she’s a semi-good mom. In fact, Bill and Nancy seem to still have a level of respect for each other despite missing their old spark. It’s almost as if the writers are trying to say that not all divorces mean the destruction of a family, which I can respect. Because it can teach kids to not be afraid of the “D” word (kinda spoilers over).

But it’s not just the main characters that shine in these shows. The members of the supporting cast in We Bare Bears have a level of likability and depth. Chloe is often outgoing and laid back when she’s with the bears, who fails to make any other connections due to being a child prodigy. Ranger Tabes is often audacious and enjoyably energetic while also taking pride in her work and feels hurt when she thinks she’s not taken seriously. Then there are Charlie and Nom Nom, who have a level of charm to them. Despite being intended to come off as annoying and unlikable. Even the background characters are impressive due to the diversity of cultures and races that a viewer can see in each episode.

As for Big City Greens, the characters do not really have any depth outside of the main cast. What you see is pretty much what you get with most of these characters, aside from maybe Gloria, but even then, it’s only on occasion. Big City Greens also dodges showing diversity by having everyone be a shade of bright pastel colors. But I give credit to the show for having the first gay couple in a Disney cartoon...even though they get dropped by season two and are never fully confirmed as gay. Which pales in comparison to Luz and Amity from The Owl House, but it was at least a start! Sometimes, you gotta take baby steps before taking leaps ahead of the game. And don’t get me wrong, while I still prefer characters who have depth, that doesn’t mean I hate the characters in Big City Greens. Everyone does their job of adding to the story and making audiences laugh. In fact, making audiences laugh is what I would say Big City Greens does better than We Bare Bears.

Now in fairness. We Bare Bears is pretty funny from time to time. However, when it comes to which series makes me laugh the most, I have to pick Big City Greens. The first few episodes alone had me laughing much more than most of We Bare Bears' first season. It also helps that the show has a very random sense of humor elevated by the show’s energy. But I'll give it to you that comedy is subjective, and there are a couple of jokes that don’t work in Big City Greens. The best example is when the show lingers too long on a joke that didn’t really work as much as the writers thought it did. But that does not change the fact that Big City Greens is still a pretty funny show.

However, while We Bare Bears lacks comedy, it more than enough makes up for it with charm. This show is downright delightful to watch in almost every episode. Rarely do I feel anger when watching this series (which I wish I could say about previous/future entrees), and it has everything to do with the cast. I wasn’t kidding when I said that even intentionally annoying characters have a level of charm and likeability to them. In fact, the only bad episodes are when they begin to act uncharacteristically cruel and selfish. Mostly because those words could not be farther from a definition of We Bare Bears.

However, if I had to pick out the major fault that We Bare Bears have, it’s the fact that the show plays things a little too safe. For instance, whenever the show tries to go dark, it is pretty tame compared to other shows. The best example is how nearly every dangerous predator in this series somehow looks adorable. Wolfs, snakes, and even cougars (the big cats, not the middle-aged women) are somehow drawn to be cute and cuddly. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want a show to make kids think that dangerous woodland creatures like these are something you could just give a belly rub. I understand that this is a kids' show, but Big City Greens not only has the same rating, but it’s on the Disney Channel. And yet, it feels like that show has bigger cajones than the series formerly on the same network as Regular Show. That is not a good thing.

Going back to Big City Greens, I can sum up every problem I have with this show with one character: Cricket Green. Now I don’t entirely hate Cricket...but I’m willing to bet other people will. I can tell that the show is trying to make him a lovable little rascal that’s sort of a mix of Bart Simpson and Timmy Turner. But in the end, I think he causes more damage than either of those characters have in their entire lives. Cricket claims how sorry he is at the end of every episode, but I doubt he learns his lesson. We Bare Bears has a similar problem with Panda, but even when Panda is at his most selfish, he doesn’t do anything harmful to anyone but himself (except in the episode “Braces," but we don’t need to talk about that). Plus, even when he does go a tad too far, Panda’s voice actor (Bobby Moynihan) does a great job at making Panda seem sincere when he’s apologizing for his actions. Not to mention that Bobby gives a sense of realism and relatability with most of Panda’s lines. Then there is Cricket’s voice actor, Chris Houghton, an adult man trying to voice a child. I understand the logic behind using an adult over a kid (this happens more times than you think), but I feel like I would get the impression that Cricket is an innocent kid who doesn’t know better if he actually sounded like a kid.

In the end, neither of these shows are really that impressive compared to others. Thankfully with good comedy, charm, and great characters, they still manage to be really good for all ages. So while We Bare Bears and Big City Greens may not be as big as any other show in the last decade, they’re still good enough that you might just bear it!

(Two for one! I told you I would make up the embarrassment that was Dan Vs.!)

#top 20 of 2010s #we bare bears #big city greens #what i thought about

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Chemical Reaction

It has been such a long time since I’ve written for fandoms. But hello yes here I am, please enjoy.

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“Shhh.” The quick almost forceful whisper was followed by laughter that filled the halls, before being stifled again the sound of feet stumbling and followed by keys. “You're going to wake the others.” A voice hissed before they were stumbling into the small apartment. They really had no way of knowing who was or wasn’t home right now, constantly having a flow of people in and out of the place during filming. However it seemed blessedly empty right now.

“See empty.” Charlie said brightly a smug grin across his face gesturing to the empty apartment a bit before Owen was pressing him back against their apartment door. His fingers found the lock between them before his lips were on the others. A mess of hands and clothing falling around them as they stumbled through Owen’s open bedroom and into the bed.

Owen woke to the sound of music playing the house, the sound of pans and pots being moved around the kitchen and he rolled slightly. Yawning as he rubbed at his eyes slipping from the bed to find some clean boxers. They didn't have filming today meaning they were completely free to take their time doing whatever they wanted, no rush to eat and get dressed before heading to set, no need to leave before the sun was even up. Owen wandered slowly into the kitchen, his bare feet padding on the floor as he found Charlie making pancakes in the kitchen. Two plates stacked nice as he moved to turn off the stove. “Really?” He teased his voice hoarse.

“What?” Charlie asked grinning as he turned to hand the other the plate of food.

Owen raised an eyebrow at him and the brunette simply grinned climbing up to sit at their bar. “An apron is not sufficient cover your lucky the others are filming today.” He teased getting settled with his own food. Running his hands through his blonde hair to push it back before digging in.

“So what do you want to do today?” Charlie mumbled around the mouthful of food, crossing his leg a bit as he ate.

“Let’s get out for a bit; do whatever and then stay in for the rest of the day? We’ve got tomorrow off with everyone else..” He shrugged. “Maybe have them come over tonight.” Sometimes there could be weeks between their shots, and sometimes they could be shooting everyday for months. It just never was consistent and he wanted to use the time while they had it.

“Want to rent some bikes again and race around the park?” Charlie asked excitedly, Owen had learned quickly the option of only staying in all day wasn’t there. Charlie was basically a dog, you had to take the guy for a walk or do something active or he’d be bouncing off the walls for the whole day and get into some type of trouble or mess.

“Yeah that sounds fun.” Owen said warmly. “We can grab lunch at that sandwich place by the pier.” He suggested happily “Maybe see what else is going on. I’ll text the others to come over after filming, see if Jer wants to hang today.” He was already climbing up to go and grab his phone, sending a few texts out while they finished up breakfast. His feet propped up slightly him and Charlie just brushing against one another while they finished up.

They weren’t a secret. They refused; there was nothing to hide and no reason to hide it. Plus more often than not Charlie couldn’t keep his hands to himself so keeping it a secret wasn’t going to last long. They didn’t necessarily have a coming out but they didn’t keep anything hidden. They did inform Kenny formally, and went through the whole up and down of making sure he was reassured it wouldn’t ruin the show if something happened to them.

By now, a few months into what they we’re, Owen didn’t think anything really could happen to them, it just didn't seem was possible. Charlie was the definition of positive attitude and confidence. He really couldn’t be shaken, they talked so well with one another it seemed like theyd always flow smoothly.

“Jer said he’d come later with pizzas and snacks, no one else really; they’ve got to film tomorrow.” He shrugged, setting his phone down to finish up his food. “Seems like a solid crew, the three musketeers.” He laughed.

“You text B?”

“Yeah he’s got another filming for his other show. He won’t be back until next week.” Owen climbed up from the table gathering up the dishes to toss into the sink and be washed later. Yawning as they moved slowly to go and get ready for the day out. Their lives were oddly domestic, they spent so much time just laying together on their phones, or exploring the city together. It wasn’t crazy, or overwhelmingly exciting. It was simple, it was perfect.

Though life with Charlie was never...boring. He’d never say that. Ever. Charlie truly made his life exciting in his own unique way.

They’d spent the day around town like planned, grabbing sandwiches and ice cream from the shop; riding around and racing one another in the beautiful Vancouver sun. Something so beautifully exciting about the way Charlie would laugh when they’d skid around corners and nearly crash into bushes. Almost a fun chaos to it all that couldn’t help but make Owen laugh. Eventually they called it, knowing Jeremy was heading over as they returned the bikes to the shop and got an Uber back to the apartment.

Owens' phone had a plethora of photos and videos today that he hoped to cherish forever, it seemed like every day during filming this show they were making really great memories. “Jer!” He beamed catching sight of the dark haired man waiting for them outside of the apartment, despite the fact he had a key, before pulling him into a hug.

“I ordered pizza, it should be here in a bit. And I brought snacks!” He wiggled the bags at the boys laughing as Charlie snatched one on their way inside.

“We could play some games, or watch a movie.” Charlie suggested skipping up the steps, but moving aside for Owen to unlock the door as they headed inside. “Owen and I just got a bunch of new games from the PlayStation store. A lot of nonsense.” He snorted dropping down onto their couch as Jeremy shrugged his coat off and hung it up. Joining them both on the couch as they booted up the tv.

They’d settled for some split screen games taking turns on who went when, taking bites of pizza in between and busting out the snacks only a little while after. Owen had way less stamina for the games then the other two, tilting his head a bit as he passed the controller off and moving to scroll through his phone.

“It’s because he’s a sore loser.” Charlie whispered loudly making the blonde roll his eyes and kick at the other a bit.

“It’s because I don’t play for hours on end multiple times a day.” He mocked sticking his tongue out.

“It’s okay to lose O.” Jeremy joked playfully knowing he was safer at the other end of the couch, but the distraction allowed Charlie to get him making him shout as they got drawn back into their game the two chasing one another through the map.

Owen swallowed roughly, untangling himself to go into the kitchen. Skipping the soda for a glass of water that he drank slowly watching the tv. Only the sensation doesn’t go away, that strange tingling that sends alarms off in his mind and he nearly drops the glass as soon as it clicks. It burns, quickly spreading over his face, all over his skin and continues to only get worse and tighter. Only more and more painful spreading down his skin and it feels like there’s acid in his stomach. “Char.” He forces out in a tone that has the brunette whipping around so fast he’s almost a blur. His bright eyes went wide as he leapt over the back of the couch into their kitchen.

“Hey; where is it? Where’s your bag?” He asked calmly. Jeremy already pulling his phone out calling for help. Owens' fingers strained, keeping himself up as he feels that sensation spreading across his body and skin. “O where’s the bag?” He asks firmly and he points shakily by the door. Hanging on their coat hooks before his knees give.

Charlie’s arms wrap around him lowering him onto his side before he was leaping up to grab the black bag hanging in the door and drops hard onto his knees back near the other. Jeremy is next to him now helping to get Owen propped up as he strains. It’s a bad one, it’s coming on to fast that they skip some of the usual steps as Charlie follows the familiar motions before slamming the pen down into the others leg. He waits, massaging over it a moment later before his eyes fly to the others face. There’s always that hesitation and doubt of what if it doesn’t work, what if this time it doesn’t do its job.

Owens got tears running down his cheeks, his eyes clenched shut, his lips parted as he struggled to pull in any kind of breath. Charlie’s heart breaks, it does every time they have to go through this. It’s not something he can stop, not something he can ever protect Owen from. Even if they are careful, even if they read labels. This still happens. He finally pulls in one shaky but full breath. Charlie’s hands gentle as he pets over him and gets the sweaty strands away from his face. “I’m here.” He soothed softly. “I’m right here Owen.” He comforted gently. “I’ve got you.” He slowly moved to uncurl the others hand and grasp his fingers tightly. Tears in his eyes that he pushed back for the other. Owens' breaths are coming now, slow and stuttered but slowly getting strength. He grabs the inhaler from the bag, bringing it to his lips and gently guiding him to take a few breaths of the steroids to ease some of his breathing.

“I’ve got you.” He soothed gently, kissing the sweaty forehead as the breaths came in more calmly and controlled. Jeremy was climbing up to let the paramedics in; they were quick asking the usual questions and hooking up the machines and tools to the other to get the readings. Getting a list of his allergies and medications from Charlie. There shifting him to lay out on the stretcher getting the IV in before moving.

“I’m coming.” Charlie said firmly, grabbing up Owens' bag as he moved, looking at Jeremy who nodded.

“Alright then come on.” The man said firmly as they asked Owen a few routine questions heading out of the apartment building and into the ambulance. He let Jeremy handle notifying the crew and everyone else and thankfully; there was no filming tomorrow so it shouldn’t conflict but they always deserved to know.

“His mom,” Charlie reminded softly, his voice tight as he looked at the oxygen mask being placed over Owens face. Jeremy nodded moving to message her next, always keeping in contact and reassuring her. Letting her know how he was doing with everything. His fingers gently brushed over his hand, his thumb rubbing against his hand as he watched him.

This had become a horrible routine; as they took him into emergency making sure they got all the right medicines into him, that his airways were open, his breathing was okay. They checked his blood pressure and a variety of other tests. Jeremy stayed with him the whole time. Right by his side as they thoroughly ensured everything was good and discharged Owen.

He was exhausted, he always was after these kinds of things. There really was no getting him to talk, or do much of anything. You had to help him move around and walk, everything leaving his body the moment the attack hit. Jeremy helped him get him comfortable in their Uber, Owens head laying against him his eyes only slightly open showing he was still conscious but he wasn’t doing much else. His fingers laced with Charlies giving him a soft squeeze now and again. They worked together to get him back up into the apartment and to their room.

Charlie gently tucked him in, making sure he was fully out before wandering out of the bedroom slowly. “Sorry tonight went a different way.” He whispered, looking at all the snacks.

“I’m sorry man...I checked all of them.” He admitted. “I did. Every single one was good. I read all the labels. Not even processed near any of his allergies.”

“It’s not your fault….it was probably a cross contamination with the pizza. Maybe some pesto or something got in it who knows. We can’t prevent them all.” Charlie relented, sadly moving to clean up with Jeremy's help. “That...that was a bad one.” He finally vented a bit, his chest hurting as he sank down he never could vent these kinds of things to Owen. He went through enough as it was having to worry so much about this kind of stuff.

“Yeah...yeah I could tell...I’ve never seen it happen so fast.” Jeremy admitted.

“He.” Charlie swallowed. “He had this really bad one a few months back. When we first started-yanno. I didn’t know if I��d eaten something it could spread to him if we kissed and stuff. He ended up-it was bad.” He forced out. “And then like-the next day I guess there can be a secondary trigger and it happened again. He hadn’t even done anything, just his body freaked out. I was so scared…” He breathed out slowly.

“I’ll stay? Okay? I’ll crash in your old room…” Jeremy said softly. “That way I’m here if it happens again, or at least to just...be some help tomorrow I know second days are always really rough.” Charlie couldn’t help but pull the other close, squeezing him tight. Tomorrow hed wake up with a smile on his face and not a care in the world. He’d put on that face and that positivity Owen needed more than anything. Because it was all he could do, and it would be okay. He’d rest up and be back to himself in no time.

Charlie kept those thoughts close as he climbed into bed, holding Owen close and curling up with him when he finally went to bed. Smelling that distinct smell of the others shampoo, and feeling that rise and fall against his chest as he was lulled to sleep the sound of the others breathing filling his ears with the sensation of his heartbeat against his chest.

#chowen #charlieowen

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paperclipninja · 4 years

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Lucifer post-ep ramble 5x01

Hi there, long time fangirl, first time Lucifan. After devouring all 4.5 seasons of this magnificent show in an impressive/alarming (all a matter of perspective) amount of time, I have very quickly found myself well and truly obsessed dedicated to all things Lucifer. And when a show grabs me like this one has, I tend to have a lot of thoughts and feelings that I can’t help but share, and so the post-ep ramble was born. It will probably contain many words, it may or may not be particularly coherent, there will definitely be over-analysing, but I thought I might indulge in re-capping the season 5 eps as I re-watch, so this is the first ramble off the rank.

‘Really Sad Devil Guy’ (A+ ep name btw) kicks off as we’re still scrambling to pick up all our heart pieces after the season 4 finale, which is why Mr. Said Out Bitch (aka Lee Garner) being in Hell is such a cracker of an opening. Lucifer just waiting below deck on Fishizzle II (wth happened to Fishizzle I??) to greet him with his trademark ‘hello’ made me disproportionately happy, mostly because he was on my screen but also because his encounters with Mr. SOB are always great and this was no exception. Getting an insight into ‘life in Hell’, the way the characters in the Hell loops are played by Demons and Lucifer in action as the King was fab at this point in the series. And does anyone else have a visceral reaction to Lucifer stopping that bullet? I know it’s brief, I cannot explain it, it might be the command he has, the fact it’s awesome, but it makes me FEEL things. Just me? Cool.

I think what really strikes me in the way Lucifer just has to pop in on Mr. SOB upon hearing of his arrival, is the fact that he is a link to Lucifer’s life on Earth. They’ve existed in the same places there, breathed the same air, it’s a way for Lucifer to make that connection to his home more tangible. And when he realises where Mr. SOB’s hell loop has them moored, at Marina Del Ray, the way Lucifer says 'Los Angeles' with such yearning makes those heart pieces I had started cobbling back together really begin to ache. What this episode pulls off so brilliantly is the way Chloe and Lucifer remain connected despite being apart, and it’s all set up when Lucifer tells Mr. SOB, ‘You know, there's a good chance I know who's on your case. To them it's only been a few months, a blink of an eye, but here it's been much much longer’.

What’s happening ‘below deck’ in Hell (sorry...or am I?) is of course mirrored at the crime scene, where Maze is still calling Ella Ellen (never change Maze ILY) and Ella is banging on about Lucifer not responding to her DM’s and texts and it’s all so on brand and the thought of her sending Lucifer a clip of a parrot dancing to techno and him finding it funny is just too perf. Maze having Chloe’s back from the get-go and telling Ella to ‘read the room’ just shows how far this Demon has come. And of course Chloe saying that she hasn’t even really thought about Lucifer since he left...(spoiler alert: she has).

Seeing Maze and Chloe out drinking and dancing, somehow they're kinda dorky together and I love it, but it’s also really clear that they’re both leaning on each other pretty heavily and being there for one another and honestly, I love literally every combination of characters on Lucifer, you put any two together and the dynamic is 100% their own and these two are up there. It’s so weird seeing Amandiel running Lux, I big L LOVE Amenadiel but it’s just...wrong. Plus hats off to D.B. because his delivery of ‘No one sells drugs in my place...without me getting a piece of the action’, not gonna lie, I was THROWN.

So are we assuming that the number of months Lucifer has been gone = the number of times Chloe has rocked up to work with a hangover? Lol at the sunglasses but also, you do you Chloe, whatever you gotta do babe. Just like Amenadiel running Lux is like watching a slightly off AU version of the show, so is seeing Maze and Chloe as partners at work. Don’t get me wrong, Maze clearly supporting her and when they’re interrogating a lead, seeing Chloe and Maze have such a groove that they’re finishing each other's sentences and communicating without talking, I dig it. But I love that while it’s great, it still doesn’t feel right. Because that there is why this show is so clever, as an audience we crave the return to the way things were just as the characters we are watching do.

Linda being a completely OTT mum is so fab. I could write an entire essay about my Linda love. Her adamance that ‘Charlie’s special’ and Ella’s ‘every child is special in their mum’s eyes, huh?’ sums it up perfectly. Did I mention I adore Ella? I definitely get the distinct impression Ella is doing a bit of self-reflection, her comment about being drawn to the bad boys for some reason clearly foreshadowing, but also her reflecting that she deserves a good guy for once (just not this ep when there is a bad boy/potential suspect to be hooked up with). I am curious to see the ‘darkness’ Ella has alluded to in earlier seasons being explored further and feel like this is sowing the seeds and I’m also waiting for a significant Linda/Ella D&M at some point. But clearly not this point, because 'science lesson Wednesdays...I checked your schedule and that's your day off' Linda is NOT about deep and meaningfuls (or anyone who isn’t a 2 month old baby), you need to DIAL IT DOWN friend. I love that it takes Trixie pulling some funny faces and Dan offering some sage parenting advice as he returns the self-help books (love the irony there) for Linda to begin to chill a bit.

So Dan has gone all new age with his oils and self improvement and you know what? I love it. And then of course we have Amenadiel needing to help make the world a safer place, he just needs to make sure for Charlie ya know and ugh my ovaries. I must say, I was relieved to realise that the club life had not in fact corrupted the delightful warrior we all love after all - it’s all a ploy to catch a REAL BIG TIME drug dealer (nooooo I can feel the second hand embarrassment already...)! Amenadiel setting up the ‘drug bust’, telling the dealer, ‘looks like gooood drugs’, oh you dear sweet naïve Angel you. We of course discover that the bust is, well, a bust, because the ‘drug lord’ is actually a kid trying to offload his mum’s pain meds *insert facepalm emoii here*. But rather than ridicule or be angry, Dan is so understanding and supportive of Amenadiel and once again offers up advice and I really am so into this friendship on every level and the care and openness it models.

Meanwhile, the genius parallel between what is happening on Earth and in Hell really takes effect as Chloe and Maze go undercover (I mean, they are a glam couple lbh) to the poker game while Lucifer is at a game hosted by the same suspect in Mr. SOB’s ‘exquisite’ Hell loop. His exclamation that it’s exquisite reflects that Lucifer and Mr. SOB are not that different, that it’s the kind of place Lucifer might manifest as well, but I also feel that Lucifer could be admiring his own Kingdom’s handiwork at creating LA with such accuracy from someone’s subconscious. He allows himself to be absorbed in it, ‘City of Angels, I’ve missed you’, and I can’t help but get the impression that hearing Lucifer call LA this for the first time is confirmation that his Heaven, or place of Angels, is in fact there with Chloe.

Chloe remains firmly in the forefront of Lucifer’s mind this entire episode, with him asking ‘what would she do?’ and wanting to replicate the life he had with her at the precinct. But of course he is soon reminded of his reality, as he tries to get more information from Mr. SOB who is being useless. Lucifer incorrectly calling him ’Detective’ shatters the illusion that he is any closer to Chloe, and this is impressively emphasised as he erases the LA cityscape to reveal the Hellscape. For a moment he’d let himself believe he was back there. Back home. His, ‘you’re not her’ making some of my heart pieces fall out once again.

But then the messenger arrives, ‘Lord Morningstar, there’s someone you should meet’ and lo and behold it’s guy who just got hit by car up on the Earth-side of this investigation and I.am. loving. it. Also, did Lucifer put out a Hell-wide memo that if ANYONE arrives from LA they are to be bought to him so he can send messages to Chloe through their bodies??? NO REALLY I'M FINE. Having a Demon possess the dead dude’s body to pass on the tip from Lucifer was just TOO MUCH. His, ‘hey is that Mazikeen?’ made me actually lol but also, look how far we’ve come! Chloe doesn’t even flinch when the dead guy wakes up possessed to pass on Lucifer’s message. I’m so proud.

'It's safe where you stored it' caused me way more amusement than was perhaps intended, but Ella, Maze and Chloe together, trying to figure out what it meant, it's such a great moment and the comedic timing is gold. Also, the fact it actually helps the case, ugh, Chloe and Lucifer are still connected and working together even though they are not on the same plane of existence and I’m just going to need to curl up for a minute because feelings.

You know who else is having a lot of feelings in this ep? The Devil himself. After he is satisfied he has passed on the message, he’s done with Mr. SOB, sending him, ‘back to your torture. And me to mine’. Any remnants of my heart are now once again shattered all over the floor in case you’re wondering. Lucifer doesn’t even try to hide the fact that being away from Chloe is so painful, almost revealing more than he ever usually would when Mr. SOB asks if she’s ‘somebody important?' to which he replies, 'more than you could ever know'.

He only just stops himself before telling Mr. SOB her name, when he realises he's trying to manipulate him. And I'm so glad, Lucifer so sparingly uses Chloe’s name, it's always significant when he does and I feel like he reserves those moments for only between them. But Mr. SOB really does sum it up when he observes, ‘you just seem like a really sad Devil guy’, BECAUSE HE IS A REALLY SAD DEVIL GUY (can we just take a moment to appreciate how not at all scared of Lucifer Mr. SOB is, he doesn’t even refer to him as THE Devil, just ‘Devil guy’. It’s kind of nice that he sees and accepts him as both Devil and human without really questioning it).

The parallel continues as Chloe and Lucifer are talking to a sister and brother and the way this highlights the place they're both in. It's just brilliant writing and execution. Chloe is talking to Meg about her brother’s death and both her and Lucifer's yearning for one another is palpable. At the same time, Maze telling Chloe that they don’t need Lucifer and kissing Chloe highlights Maze’s desire for connection and love. She wants it so badly and the way she shuts down when Chloe suggests they stop working together breaks my heart.

When Lucifer takes Mr. SOB to the root of his Hell loop, yes, it’s about Lucifer projecting his own guilt and lack of self worth onto him, but his assertion that, 'it is inevitable sooner or later you're going to disappoint them all over again. So you'd rather stay away for all eternity’, really feels as though it carries multiple meanings. As a self-referential comment, is Lucifer talking about Heaven or Earth? Is it his fear of disappointing and letting down Chloe and the other humans or is it his belief that he disappointed his family? And if Angels self-actualise does that mean he was never 'stuck' in Hell at all and could have returned to Heaven? I certainly feel there is some sort of realisation occurring here. Or could be completely over-analysing it. Why not have both 🤷‍♀️

You know the line that just up and got me though? ‘Whose hell is this anyway? Are you sure this is my hell? You just here torturing yourself’- Mr. SOB calling Lucifer out is A MOMENT. And I can’t help but wonder if a part of it is Lucifer wanting Mr. SOB to come to terms with his own guilt, wanting to help him because he knows he’s not evil and he is trying to reconcile his own guilt too. If he can help Mr. SOB face and let go of the guilt then he has a chance of it too. And that’s when Mr. SOB challenges Lucifer, pointing out that he missed his chance, ‘but what about you?’ 'The self-centred simplicity of you humans never ceases to amaze me...I am here out of responsibility, I had to protect humanity, I had to protect HER', the delivery of this line, the frustration of being misunderstood, of ppl thinking that he acts for himself when his very reason for being back in Hell is for others, I can feel it through the screen.

The dead guy we saw get shot in the kitchen appearing at that moment with news about ‘the Detective’ and then cutting straight back to the shoot up in the house, file under: how to brilliantly edit. “Lucifer” appearing; the whistle, the casually strolling in, the ‘hello bad guys’ = I was FOOLED. I mean you have to admit, the ‘thought I'd give you a hand' pun was well played, classic Lucifer, very convincing. My shipper heart was SO FULL for the split second Lucifer and the Detective kissed, until Chloe realised that something was off and her open eyes told us something was up. The cut back to Hell and seeing Lucifer still standing there with Mr. SOB...you may have heard my ‘noooooooo’ from wherever you are. ‘She’ll be just fine without me’...said every Devil who has a dick twin brother who’s going to try and destroy, nay STEAL, his life and love of his life ever.

Michael, you're an evil bastard but damn you nailed that villainous smirk over-the-shoulder pose in the final shot. Whatever you have in store, I will no doubt revel in your awfulness and be confused about whether or not I hate you.

#lucifer #lucifans #lucifer 5x01 #ramble #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #ella lopez #dan espinoza #amenadiel #deckerstar #recap

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that-one-bi-wizard · 4 years

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Some More RadioDust for Y’all

Third and final prompt from my list. Them getting together. Hope y’all enjoy it! If you want, you could check it out on my ao3 with this link here.

Alastor hated this feeling.

He hadn’t felt it since he was alive, and that was a long time ago. It was a burning sensation in his chest that made his head spin and his stomach flutter. What he hated more was what was causing these odd feelings.

That imprudently annoying pornstar, Angel Dust.

The arachnid just snuck up on him. He’d known him for only a few months, but something seemed different as the months went by. Charlie’s rehabilitation idea really seemed to be working if Angel Dust was any indication.

The taller demon’s swearing and drug use lessened and his dirty jokes were brought down a minimal. It was still worth noting that Angel Dust had his childish or inappropriate moments. Alastor found them endearing though.

And he hated it. He hated how much he liked the other demon. How much he wanted to protect him. How much he wanted to get to know him. How much he wanted to hold him in his arms. It was such a complicated feeling Alastor thought he left behind when he was alive.

Unfortunately, though, that wasn’t the case. He just hoped he wasn’t put into a situation that he had to confront these emotions.

“Alastor!” Charlie made her way over to him.

He snapped out of his thoughts. “Yes?”

“I was wondering, you know if you weren’t busy or anything if you could run some errands for me? I have somethings I need to get done around here, so I was hoping you’d be able to help me?” She gave him a polite smile.

Alastor nodded. “Why, of course! I am here to assist you, aren’t I?”

She smiled. “Great! Angel has the list. He’s out front waiting.”

Alastor’s eye twitched. Of course. Just his luck. He remained silent a moment.

“Al-”

“Yes! Yes! I’m on my way! We’ll be back soon. See you then.” He waved to her as she walked off with a perky smile.

The Radio Demon met with the other in front of the hotel. He was surprised to see Angel Dust’s attire. It wasn’t his usual clothing. For one, he was more covered up and dressed up than usual.

He wore a dark pink button-up that covered his chest, flattening it out a bit. His usual light pink shirt was still present, just unbuttoned to show his pink shirt. Plus, he wore pants…pants! That was certainly new. They were just normal khakis that were a somewhat odd contrast to his to the rest of his outfit. Even his face was a little different. He wore little to no makeup. No eyeliner or eyeshadow or even the light blush he always wore. It was just his natural face. (Which Alastor didn’t mind at all.)

Angel Dust looked up from the list and smiled. “Hey, Al!”

Alastor walked up to him. “Hello, Angel! You certainly look…” He thought of the right word to use. “…well-dressed.”

The other looked down at himself. “Oh, yeah. It’s a new look I’m tryin’ out. Ya like it?”

He would’ve said yes if it were any other demon that he just didn’t care for, but something about it just seemed off. Maybe he was just used to seeing Angel Dust in his usual, revealing outfit. “It’s certainly a change of appearance my feminine fellow.”

The other raised an eyebrow with an unsatisfied expression spreading over his face. It quickly vanished and was replaced with a grin. “Oh, well, it’s okay if ya don’t like it. That’s why I’m only tryin’ it.”

“Right.” There was a moment of awkward silence. “Well, let’s get going!”

“Yeah, good idea!”

They went about the day fairly normally. They picked up groceries, cleaning supplies, and other mundane tasks. Alastor was sure that being with Angel Dust would at least alleviate some of his boredom. After all, Angel Dust was pretty unpredictable, and that’s one of the many reasons that drew Alastor to him.

Unfortunately, his hopes were crushed immediately. The arachnid was just out of it today. He didn’t crack any jokes. He didn’t say anything inappropriate. Hell, he didn’t even try flirting with anyone. Alastor began wondering if the redemption was working too well. There were only a few moments he actually got to see the real Angel shine through.

Everywhere they went, people knew Angel Dust. They had either seen his adult content or slept with him. Angel would play it off as if he didn’t know what they were talking about. It wasn’t until he had enough of the pestering or dirty talk that he began choking out the demon.

Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle at these moments. The moments he got to see the real him rather than this semi-professional act he was trying to perform. It was a joy watching the other demon act like his usual unusual self.

After they finished and were heading back, Alastor just had to stop for a second. He didn’t know what prompted him to, but he had to. He grabbed the other by the sleeve. Angel looked back. He moved the groceries to his lower set of arms. “What’s up, Al?”

Alastor let go of his sleeve. “Why?”

Angel Dust had a confused look. He crossed his top set of arms. “Uh… why what?”

Alastor cleared his throat, his usual smile faltering for a moment. “Why this?” He dropped everything he was holding and gestured in Angel’s direction. “All this. You seem very off today. Why is that?”

A light blush covered Angel Dust’s cheeks. He cleared his own throat. “Why not? I can’t just randomly decide to start being reformed for a day?”

“Absolutely not!”

Angel Dust dropped what he was holding in his lower set of arms. “Well, why does it matter to you anyway? Huh? You’ve never cared about me anyway.”

Alastor felt that burning sensation freeze. “What would make you say such a thing like that?”

Angel scoffed. “Ha! You think I like this constricting shit?” He pulled at the collar of his shirt. “Haven’t ya noticed that I’ve been tryin’ to impress ya?”

The Radio Demon felt that sensation in his chest do a flip. “You’ve been…what?”

He sighed. “Impress ya. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been cuttin’ down on the dirty jokes and dressin’ nicer to get ya to notice me. My usual tactics were obviously not gonna work on ya. And they weren’t gonna work ‘cause I don’t like you that way.” He sighed. “Look, I like ya a lot. Not in the way I do with other people. I…I think I love ya, Alastor.” He immediately turned away from the Radio Demon.

Alastor couldn’t say anything.

Angel Dust sighed again after a moment. Defeat was present in his voice. “You know what? It’s fine ‘cause I know you ain’t impressed by me. You ain’t impressed by anything. Fuck, I don’t even know why this was a good idea. I’m a fucking idiot.” He unbuttoned his shirt and practically threw it off. He put his light pink one back on and buttoned it up.

Alastor opened his mouth to speak. His voice didn’t come out in its usual cheerful self. It was much softer. “But I am impressed.”

Angel Dust turned. “Huh?”

“I said you do impress me, Angel. But you didn’t need to change yourself for that.” He grabbed Angel Dust’s top set of hands. “If I wanted someone dull and proper, I would’ve looked somewhere else. As you know, I get bored easily. I think that’s what’s drawn me to you. The unpredictable and impulsive make for much more fun times.”

He took a step toward the arachnid so they were only inches apart. “I like you for you. And…I think I love you too, Angel.”

A darker shade of red covered Angel Dust’s face. “Really?”

“Yes…I could do with less sexual jokes though.”

Angel laughed. “I’ll keep a note of that.” He used his other two hands to grab Alastor’s face and bring him in for a kiss.

Under every other circumstance, Alastor would’ve killed anyone who did that to him, but right now wasn’t every other circumstance. He really did care for Angel Dust and, once again, enjoyed the real him shining through.

He could feel Angel Dust’s tongue trying to make its way into his mouth. He separated from the kiss. “Okay, that’s enough.”

The other chuckled. “Heh, fine. Too much?”

Alastor nodded. He smirked and picked up the spider in his arms carrying him bridal style. “Too much?”

Angel let his head rest on the Radio Demon’s shoulder. “Perfect.”

“Get a fucking room!” Some random demon called as he passed them.

“Why don’t you mind your own damn business!” Angel Dust called back as he used all four hands to flip him off.

Alastor chuckled. “That’s the Angel I love. Shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

“Come on Charlie,” Vaggie said, “I don’t think it’ll work.”

Charlie waved a dismissive hand. “Pssh, you come on. I know it worked. Now, I’m not the best at playing matchmaker, but-”

“But nothing. Alastor’s a cold, heartless, and powerful demon. You think he’d fall for someone like Angel Dust?”

The Princess of Hell thought for a second. “Well…isn't the whole point of what we’re trying to do here? To show that the demons down here do have a heart?”

Her girlfriend sighed. “But not Alastor! He’s the Radio Demon! He has no heart!”

“Well, you never know. Besides, Angel asked me to do him this favor, and he’s been doing well. So, the least I could do was help at least try with this. He dressed up and everything!”

Vaggie rubbed her temple. “Ugh, fine. When this doesn’t work though-”

As if on cue, Alastor walked in with Angel Dust in his arms. They were smiling and laughing.

Charlie held in a squeal. She nudged the other. “What did I tell you?” She said so the others couldn’t hear.

Vaggie’s eyes were wide. “Well, color me impressed.” She stared at the two for a while. “They forgot the groceries.”

Charlie nodded. “Shh, I know. I’ll get them later. Let’s not worry about that now. Just let them be happy.”

#radiodust #angel dust #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #angel dust x alastor #hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #one-shot

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desperationandgin · 5 years

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Strawberry Wine (Part 1, Chapter 10)

Rating: Mature

Author: desperationandgin

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