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farfromsugafanfic · 2 years

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husband!stray kids reaction to you two arguing and in a spur of the moment you say you want a divorce? like would they be hurt or just brush it off?? thank you!!❤️💖

Husband SKZ Reaction To You Saying You Want A Divorce During An Argument

Genre: husband!skz, angst

Warnings: arguments, yelling, mentions of divorce

A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you like it. :) Sorry my requests are taking so long, but I try to do them between regular uploads and as I feel inspired. As always, I’m accepting SKZ reaction/MTL requests. Send me an ask.

Chan:

You and Chan rarely fought, but when you did it was almost always about him spending too much working and/or him not taking care of himself. He argued that 1). You knew what you were getting into when you married him 2). His work was important and he loved it almost as much as you. You, of course, understood, but found it difficult when he was constantly staying at the studio all night and canceling date nights.

When you finally said you wanted a divorce, he would freeze. His thoughts would be blocking his words like a flash flood. While it had been a fairly civil argument, he would bring the tone down even more.

“Baby, let’s talk about this, okay?” He was fairly certain you didn’t really want a divorce and if you did, he wanted to try and prove that he could be the husband you wanted and needed.

Minho:

You and Minho enjoyed bickering, but almost never had true arguments. However, after weeks of exhaustion and overwork for both of you, multiple small things built up and led to a fight. In the heat of the moment, you'd mention wanting a divorce under your breath.

Minho would quiet and just stare at you. He was trying to discern whether or not you actually meant it, especially since the fight was ultimately over unwashed dishes. He'd hug you once it is obvious you didn't truly mean it.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, babe."

Changbin:

You and Changbin did occasionally fight. It wasn't normally serious and ended quickly, but it happened often enough that when you said you wanted a divorce during one of them, he wondered if it was true. In his mind, you probably would be better off without him.

The two of you decided to take some time away from each other and eventually talk it over. You hadn't really meant it and had just said it due to emotions and wanting to hurt him. Still, Changbin was determined for you to never have to feel that way again.

"Let's forget about it," he said. "But, I'll make sure you never feel that way again."

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin has one of two reactions:

1). Sarcastic and dismissive

If Hyunjin is feeling particularly dramatic slighted, he will certainly not take your words seriously. If you say you want a divorce, he'll simply narrow your eyes and may even make a few mocking remarks. While the two of you do not fight like this often, when you do, both of you tend to be particularly cruel.

2). Apologetic

This is in the case where he knows he is in the wrong, or if the fight is over something objectively inconsequential. Hyunjin will nearly immediately apologize and cuddle you.

Jisung:

As soon as the words come out of your mouth cue the puppy eyes and chipmunk cheeks. Jisung--while he can be argumentative, especially when an argument breaks out naturally--ultimately wants to please and be enough for you.

It would immediately change his mood. However, even if he wants to pull you into his arms and tell you he's sorry, he needs time. Jisung needs to decompress and calm down before he can properly come back and talk. He'll worry endlessly that you meant it until you assure him that you'd just spit it out because you were frustrated.

Felix:

Out of all the members, it is least likely that an argument will even get to the point that you say you want a divorce. Depending on the context, I think Felix will either burst into tears right then and there, or remain stoic until he can be alone.

If the relationship isn't working, Felix will seriously consider your words and talk to you about it after clearing his head. If not, he'll know you didn't mean it without you even needing to say it.

Seungmin:

At first, he's quiet. It may come off as dismissive or cold, but after a few hours, he approaches you again and asks if you were serious. Seungmin knows you better than anyone and rarely ever doubted your intentions. So, when you tell him you didn't mean it, he's relieved.

Over the next few weeks, you may notice him paying more attention to you. Small touches on the small of your back, bringing home your favorite takeout from practice, and sending you cute filter selfies when the two of you are away from each other. It's both his way of apologizing and doing better.

Jeongin:

His first reaction is to laugh. Partially because he doesn't believe you and partially because he's scared that you are serious. When you stay silent after, his face will fall and he will ask if you're serious before approaching you gently and carefully. He'll hold you until the two of you feel more apt to talk about it.

The experience will scare him though. Luckily, you're well aware of his sometimes awkward reactions to things, or his subtle tsundere tendencies. You're able to talk it out and clear the air completely.

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mindeullebe · 3 days

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hi there!! i'm bear (h/h, 25) and i've returned after being away for many months with a muse i've never written before but am very excited to dig into. cho mindeulle (20011027) is the twin brother of @jindallaebe, however he's very different. here you can find his profile, and eventually i'll have his biography here. i'll leave a tl;dr version and some fun facts under the cut, and as always please like this if you'd like to plot and i'll hop into your IMs, or if you'd prefer, i have discod (upon request)!

min was born premature, and due to this suffers from ongoing health problems. these health problems were much more pronounced when he was young, but now the only things he deals with are shitty stamina, asthma, and a pretty crappy immune system

he spent a lot of time in the hospital as a child for various things from inections to pneumonia to flu's that he should have been able to fight off on his own but couldn't etc. up until middle school he frequented the hospital, though nowadays manages to stay out of the hospital (he likes to attribute it to the fact he takes about a million vitamins and supplements daily)

during his hospital stays he'd fill his time with reading, writing (stories, poems, songs etc), listening to music and watching mainly the music channels on the little tv in his room

despite being ill quite a lot, he managed to keep up with his schoolwork, and genuinely really enjoyed learning and studying, so was always near the top of the class and became class president towards the latter half of middle school and a few times during high school

he never seriously considered music as a career, despite really liking singing as a hobby and writing lyrics to express things he didn't feel he could talk about. instead he decided to pursue literature, since he loved reading so much

he graduated from high school top of his class and secured a place on the korean literature degree course at seoul national university, but postponed it until he'd completed his military service. due to his asthma and shoddy immune system he was assigned a 'civil service' type position, but had to serve for 21 months, intead fof 18

he was discharged in december of 2021, and began his degree in march 2022

the usual places min can be found are coffee shops around snu, or jongno area, libraries, bookstores, cat cafes, or his bedroom

min comes off as calm and polite, and almost a little too agreeable. it can come off as naivete sometimes, and he's very easy to pin as a weak person, physically and in will, but he's really not, he just doesnt play all his cards immediately

mins incredibly smart, which is how he got into a SKY university in the first place, and surprisingly creative

many people see min as a sweet, book nerd who never shouts or gets angry, has every vitamin known to man in his bag, along with hand sanitser and multiple kinds of masks, and has a great love of sweets

#[ min ; ooc ]

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nirawrite-holab-if · 11 months

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How would the MC father, grandmother, grandfather, Siblings and Ro react if

The MC and MC mother got on a fight with it ending with mother saying that maybe everyone was right and left he MC is a monster

Also what would she do after she said it

😂 too long!

Aedh: He would wait until he was alone with Asta before he started talking. "When you disgraced the kingdom and dragged our name into the mud I never spoke a word against your honor or anything that hurt your feelings. I defended you before everyone and even myself. That's what we do for our children. So I hope you fix this situation. And quickly"

Asta: She would be surprised at herself, but would try to apologize to the MC immediately. She couldn't explain why she said it, but it hadn't been anything close to the truth or how she really felt. She would never forgive herself for this moment and would give the time the MC needed to forgive her.

Carmello: He would try to lighten tempers and keep the situation as civil as possible "Things said in the heat of the moment should not be taken seriously, we will go our separate ways now and you talk later" inside he would be quite surprised and disappointed.

Irusya: "You're finally showing your true colors aren't you?" Although she would feel a little sorry for the MC, she would use this to try and put a distance between Asta and the MC. After all, the queen of the elves is the one preventing the MC from reaching their full potential

THE SIBLINGS

Philon: He would be so disappointed in Asta. Even after things calmed down, he still couldn't move on or forget about it. The relationship between him and her would never be the same.

Briallen: She would take the MC's side immediately, "and what do you really think of me?" She would follow in the MC's footsteps and only talk to Asta again if the MC did too, if not, she would cut off contact as well.

Hagne: She would offer support to the MC and also try to calm things down between them, but she wouldn't force the MC into making a decision or sorting things out before they was actually ready for it. She would talk to Asta too but to try to understand what had led her to this

Theron: He would argue back with Asta talking about all the times the MC was there for him and the others and she wasn't. It would get ugly. "If they're a monster, what are you?"

THE ROS

Caemon: "You're no queen to me," he would say in a low, controlled voice. "That means I have no problem putting you in your place if I have to," he wouldn't mind faking diplomacy or staying out of the discussion. The MC is not only his monarch, but also his partner. And for them he would do anything

N: I think you'd better go your way now," they would say to Asta in a tone more of order than suggestion. "Right now, your presence is not welcome here." After that they would give the MC time to process everything that had happened and stay there to support them until the end.

Sostrate: "Uh that's a big dog fight" she would stand by the MC the whole time but wouldn't say a word to Asta. When they were alone she would turn to the MC "Do you want to talk or do something about it? Or maybe both?" Whatever the MC decided she would support and follow.

Theome: They would be so shocked that their only reaction would be to grab the MC's hand and hold it for a long time even after Asta had already gone. "I don't know how to proceed MC, but I'm here. Count on me for whatever you need."

Tba: Well, it's not like they can kill the MC's mother...That said, they would be a silent supporting figure alongside the MC and when given the opportunity to speak they would say "I hope you know you don't deserve to be their mother. Please don't come back here until the MC decides you're worth their time again"

#answered ask #mc #the parents #the grandfather #the siblings #the grandmother #caemon #n #sostrate #theome #tba #romance options #heir of light and blood

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jpitha · 1 year

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Hidden Depths 5

Awakenings 1 and 2, and 3 Hidden Depths, 1 and 2.and 3 and 4

Almost as suddenly as everyone became disoriented, it was over. Everyone started to stand up and look around, take stock of what was going on and help those who were injured. The Fire Brigade appeared and helped with the few small kitchen fires that started when everything started to slide, but all in all, it was frightening, but not too damaging.

Ta'reni helped her girlfriend Nilan up from where she had fallen. They were at a cafe eating lunch when it happened. Ta'reni was able to stay seated, just incredibly disoriented, but Nilan had just returned from getting another drink for them both and had just collapsed. "Are you all right Nilan?"

"Yes, I think so. What was that? I was so dizzy I couldn't even stand."

"Me neither. I have no idea. We can ask Starbase, though I think everyone is going to be asking them all at once. Maybe they'll have an announcement about it."

Just then, a single tone sounded.

Over everyone's headsets, Starbse spoke. "This is Starbase. I apologize. There was a...anomaly with the gravity generators, but it has been resolved. Please assist those around you and make sure that they can make it to the infirmary if needed. Steps have been taken so that it doesn't repeat. Once again, I apologize."

Ta'reni flicked an ear. "That was oddly generic."

Nilan nodded "Did you hear that pause too? I don't think it was something as simple as a gravity generator breaking."

After looking at the mess in the cafe, and helping everyone up, they decided to cut their lunch short and head to the Commons. The wide open spaces made them both feel a little more relaxed. They found a place under a large shady tree and sat for a few minutes. Ta'reni leaned on Nilan.

"Well that was a wild lunch, but I'm glad we're here. I always feel calmer when you're around."

"Aww, Ta'reni that's so sweet. I feel calm around you too!"

Nilan reached down, and stroked Ta'reni's fur between her ears. Ta'reni shivered slightly and leaned in closer. As they sat contentedly watching everyone dust themselves off and get back to the business of life, there was a shrieking alarm. Being of K'laxi made, it was harsh and noisy and got your attention. An automated voice began. "Missiles incoming. Seek Shelter. Point defense batteries authorized. Repeat. Missiles incoming. Seek Shelter. All ships are requested to assist in the defense of Starbase."

Instantly, it was pandemonium again. Everyone got up and started to run towards the shelter locations deep inside Starbase. Ta'reni and Nilan got up themselves, but they both received a tone in their headset. "Nilan! Ta'reni! You are to report to point defense battery coordinator Nil'ex for assignment. It's your rotation in Civil Defense."

Everyone aboard Starbse was part of Civil defense. Everyone took one week every K'kaxi year (every two human years) and trained how to run the point defense batteries, how to safely shuttle arms and equipment and how to fire weapons. Since the Xenni war was long over most people didn't treat it too seriously, but everyone went to training. It was more like an opportunity to take a break from their regular duties.

Ta'reni and Nilan ran at right angles to everyone flooding towards the Shelters and went to the sunward battery. When they got there, as trained, they went to a locker, got out a pressure suit, checked its seals, batteries and supplied, and put it on. Ta'reni double checked Nilan's suit and Nilan checked Ta'reni's. Only after they were suited up did they report to Coordinator Nil'ex.

Nil'ex was an old K'laxi who has spent his whole life on Starbase and almost his entire career in Civil Defense. It was small when the humans first came, and the station grew with him. He was well respected and everyone had to report to him sooner or later.

"Nilan! Ta'reni! You're here." He glanced at his pad. "30 seconds sooner than anticipated too. Good work getting suited up. He was also wearing his suit with his helmet visor up and a K'laxi sized rifle of human make on his back. "You're on battery B. Remember your training, keep it operating and stay safe. We don't know what the threat is yet, so don't go assuming." He saluted, K'laxi style, "Defense and Safety!" he shouted.

"Defense and Safety" they repeated and saluted back to him.

They got to the point defense battery and took stations. The point defense system was meant as a last-ditch attempt to hold off missiles. Ideally it would never be used. Starships and Starjumpers and K'laxi craft all were in the area and at the first missile firing, were pressed into service defending Starbase. It was a holdover from the Xenni war.

From their panels, Ta'reni and Nilan could watch what was going on. It seemed like a whole fleet had linked in from somewhere, but Starbase couldn't recognize the ships.

"What are they?" Ta'reni asked.

"I don't know" Nilan replied. "They used wormhole generators, so maybe they're human. They're not Xenni or K'laxi."

As they watched, the missiles streaked towards Starbase. a Starjumper was closest to them and immediately returned fire, blue white light lancing from their batteries towards the attackers. A Destroyer further back attempted to intercept the missiles, firing their own and the streaky orange dots of their slug thrower showed up in the black of space.

Nilan watched their radar. "We've got one missile that looks like it's broken through. Get ready Ta'reni"

Ta'reni checked again "We're locked, loaded and armed. Ready to return fire."

Nilan checked her station "Weapons free and tracking."

Suddenly, they heard the whine of the servos as the slug thrower swung over and down and the deafening thumps of it firing. Shells were falling into the collection bucket and their suits vibrated with the pressure wave of the blasts. Ta'reni grabbed the bucket of shells as it filled and ran it over to a disposal chute while Nilan placed a fresh bucket. Then, they both ran to the armory chute and took a double armful of shells and refilled the gun.

The single volley was all it fired however. The missile was destroyed, and the ships in system were engaging the unknown fleet. After a few hours, Nil'ex came by "Okay girls, you're relieved. The next team is here and suited up." He looked down at his pad and looked back at them. "Ah yes, here." He handed them each a pin and clipped it to their suits. "You successfully intercepted a missile; your actions have helped to protect everyone on Starbase. Well done." He stood back and saluted. "Defense and Safety!" He called out.

"Defense and Safety!" They replied. and left the gunnery room.

Back in the locker room, everyone was congratulating them. "I can't believe you got a hit! Meaghan says. "I'm jealous!"

"Nice work Ta'reni." another chimes in.

Still beaming, Ta'reni and Nilan left Civil Defense. Since they were still technically under attack, they had to go back to their quarters. They quickly walked back to the flat they shared and went in.

Nilan flopped onto the couch. "What a day! First the gravity goes haywire, and now an unknown fleet comes in! It's wild."

Ta'reni sets out a tea set and starts boiling water. "Yes, I wish I knew what was going on, though I guess we're safe for now."

"I'm sure it's fine. There's like a dozen starships out there, coming to our defense. Whoever it is, they probably were not expecting that."

"I hope you're right. Do you want tea?"

"Yes please! Let's see if the entertainment network is still up." and Nilan got out her pad and started finding something to watch.

Part 6

#humans are space orcs #humans and ai #humans are space oddities #humans are space capybaras #writing #scifi writing #humans are space australians #sci fi writing #humans and aliens

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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[Idols After Dark] Lee Hoe Taek (Pentagon)

You can see this as a reversed version of usual appreciation post where fans describe all the good and positive sites of their favourite idols. However, nobody in the world is perfect, am I right? And according to famous psychologist Carl Gustav Jung we should accept, embrace and bring to light all our negative and dark sites as well because they only become dangerous for us if they stay hidden within our souls. And to honour this great man I decided to bring to the light some of the more negative aspects of Hui's personality to appreciate them in a way.

Are you excited? Are you curious? Are you outraged because Hui has no flaws at all? Let's see!

Disclaimer: I have never met Hui personally, I don't know him in any other way than what is publicly known about him and probably even less because I'm constantly busy and I didn't read everything about him. This whole post is based on my pure speculation, it was made for entertainment purposes and I have to put it clear it has nothing to do with a real Lee Hoe Taek as a person. It's all just a mere fiction, please don't take any of it seriously. You have every right to disagree with anything written in this text and I welcome all kinds of constructive and respectful criticism, please feel free to express your opinions in the comments. All I ask is to keep it civil and decent. I thank all of you in advance!

Idols After Dark Master Post

The Dark Side of Hui (Pentagon)

Lee Hoe Taek is a highly respected leader of Pentagon, lyricist and producer who restlessly works on many projects at once and he might seem perfect at first sight but is that so?

Hoe Taek is a perfectionist which is a well-known fact about him, no surprise there. Such quality is surely an asset in his job but can be tricky when dealing with others, especially if people around him don't share his point of view. Hoe Taek might seem even pedantic sometimes, focused on details. When he concentrates on something there's no way you could disturb him. You could be on fire and he would be sitting there with his headphones on and composing another hit completely oblivious about his surroundings. He is willing to spend hours on one particular detail till he finds it perfect.

Hoe Taek will always look neat and will always be clean. He notices filth and bad taste very easily and as much as he's strict with himself he will spot flaws and imperfections on others, too. He is the kind of person standing in the crowd with eyes sliding from person to person and noticing every single crime against fashion, hygiene or a good taste. He spots invisible specks, he will search for needles in the carpet. You can try to hide any kind of imperfection from him but he will spot that part of the shirt you didn't iron properly, the shoe laces not tied tightly enough, the one tiny pimple you thought is hidden by your earlobe, you can't fool Hoe Taek for a second.

Hoe Taek likes to keep his home in perfect shape, neat, clean, tidy. Any kind of mess or clutter around will make him nervous and annoying. He will be the one categorically insisting on a proper duties schedule and god have mercy on your soul if you forget it was your turn to take out the garbage / wash the dishes / do the laundry. He will let you know how you disappointed him.

Hoe Taek is not the one to show much emotion, he is a practical kind of guy and prefers a sensible approach to things. He doesn't like people making theatrical scenes. However if he feels pushed into something he's not comfortable with... Better brace yourself because an Oscar winning scene will take place. He will go from calm and sensible person to award winning prima donna in a second.

Hoe Taek is not money oriented despite loving his work. The money is not the thing that makes him happy. He can be very generous with it and will be the one to always help out to anyone of his friends. However, spoiling isn't his thing. Be sure he will keep you under check and won't just give pointlessly. He is a caring person but he can't be abused or fooled in any way. He doesn't have much mercy on people who he considers to be responsible for their own misfortune. He might seem harsh or cruel in this matter sometimes.

As for Hoe Taek's relationships he seeks loyalty and devotion. He doesn't like to be played around, he admires honesty and purity. Hoe Taek is likely the one to get along with anyone but there's a lot on his mind about the people around him. He is mentally judging them on every step and he won't open up to just anybody.

All in all Lee Hoe Taek is a perfectionist with strong will and steady points of view and x-ray vision to detect flaws.

Once again, this is something I have written in 2020. I don't have new dark sides for now but because you liked the Yunho one, I thought I could share Hui as well.

Thank you for reading!

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chargetheintruder · 2 years

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So something keeps coming up.

And I have to explain this one. Because health issues aside (no really, how about YOU stay calm and frosty when you have stabbing fire-needle pains), if I’m not in blinding agony, I’m normally seriously quiet and mellow, and I do that on purpose. Sorry about the Too Much Info (now 20 Percent Less TMI) but the truth is I am normally borderline too quiet and too much of a pacifist. And there’s reasons for that.

Mainly I don’t want to be a violent, abusive assclown like my father was. But in addition, I don’t want to be violent like I myself was in school. When I was younger I got bullied a lot and early on, in grade school I was a bit of a crybaby. And this was the 1970s, we were all savages back then and nobody had my back, especially not the messed-up ones in my family. So my abusive, half-psycho father made it clear that I’d have to fight, a lot, or else he’d beat me up worse and more so than usual if I didn’t. So after 4th grade or so (roughly third year) I ended up in a lot of fights until mid High School when I got boot partied by a whole family and got concussions so bad I had to stop. No really, I stepped up to defend one of my kid sisters and once again, nobody had my back. Go figure. Yes, there’s a point to this.

Tomorrow the 8th, on Election Day. I do want you all to stay frosty and stay safe. Please BE FROSTY and BE SAFE as you go out there to vote. But in all truth, this IS a crisis and it matters MORE that you get to vote. You have no business putting up with anyone’s guff, up to and unless it’s a SWAT team giving it to you at gunpoint. Voting is your HUMAN RIGHT as much as it is mine and if it’s not worth fighting for, what is? So yes, use the Buddy System--roll out by threes at least, and RECORD EVERYTHING.

But keep in mind that in many States, assholes of the alt-right have been circling and cutting off Ballot Boxes entirely. And nobody’s stopped them. Nothing indicates they won’t be emboldened by this and go for worse tomorrow. Basic civility is not even on the table for those wannabe Trump Nazis, never mind social distancing. If these same bastards would cough and spit on you in the peak of a goddamned pandemic, then yes, they will try to break your personal space and lay hands on you, possibly even as you vote.

This is why I’ve BEEN saying, “If they get too close, throw an elbow. If it hits you now have proof they were too fucking close anyway.” It might not be bulletproof evidence of self-defense, but it is pretty close to that. If you can hit someone with elbows they might be close enough to GRAB you. So throwing an elbow isn’t an escalation of force on your part, the way drawing a weapon might be. And as long as you keep your arm bent and your hands tight, inside, the elbow usually can’t be used against you.

Another advantage is that elbows, particularly the flat of them, from the point of them down about 3 inches down your forearm (towards your hand), that part of your elbow doesn’t have to be trained or toughened up much if you are even a little bit young or healthy. If you hit someone with it, you might get a welt or light bruise--and they will be pressure-cut or knocked out. It’s a fair trade. And all you have to do really is watch and learn how it’s done.

And that’s going to be most of the rest of this post: me finding and sharing videos of how to throw hard elbows. I will try to include as many options as Tumblr will allow, going from most effective to most entertaining. :) Here goes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWh2W3QuOUQ

From a Muay Thai boxer. He knows his stuff.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e07Ry1yShLo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDjBQYL7un4

Those two are from a self-defense instructor using a Navy Seals-style elbow mainly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIvozFkg5rI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZro3ijTrOo

Those two are from a Krav Maga (Israeli self-defense, not to be confused with Trump) instructor. He seems competent even if YouTube doesn’t like him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1go9mWtmI4w

That one is a brief training video for Kali (Filipino) elbow strikes. It’s a bit self-sponsored but pretty solid. Kali training always works from the knife or baton inward when it comes to unarmed technique. The idea is that the angles of attack are the same no matter what you’re using.

UPDATE! Told you so! :) Here’s a link from a confirmed Navy Seal, focusing on the body mechanics (warning, there is a bit of hype here):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lh0xCIl-db8

And now some words from the Navy’s traditional rivals in the U.S. Marine Corps:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0H6VrWw-kQU

(whoops, I forgot, the Marines basically use a form of Mixed Martial Arts called MCMAP. Their elbows are Muay Thai elbows. Sorry about that)

How about some traditional Karate in your ears? (turn the volume down for earbuds and headphones) =)) But seriously, this English karateka is as good as the Muay Thai guy at the top of the list.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qlqqmsdy_DA

This one is probably for more athletic people and/or for those folks lucky enough to have an instructor? Sure, but finding good silat instruction in the United States is . . .heh, likely overkill for our needs. :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS8oXhbnJZQ

And for an option that might be “less overkill”, here’s three capoeira elbow strike combinations. Don’t blink, you’ll miss them. :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0Gmeq2cqDs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9fMoHKNSjk

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/lCLNoGtG8Jk

Heh. Sometimes the short ones are the best. :)

Should I add more links? Do you want more variety and less serious elbow moves, or do we save that for after Election Day? I WILL update this list. :) Updated? Yes! Do you want a few more from serious Martial arts (I’ve spotted some more Kali and Kung fu stuff if that’s your jam)? Or should I just skip ahead to the Finishers? =)) Do you EVEN want to get caught on WorldStar dropping a People’s Elbow on some QAnon weirdo, for example??

Also note: who to attack if nobody’s after you? Ideally, no one. :) But we don’t live in an ideal world. So I’ll just say it: if anyone shows up as QAnon--wearing THAT capital Q, you have my permission to kick their ass, always. If it’s a child wearing that Q, SPANK THEM, your hand versus their butt, save the elbows for the so-called “adults.”

And if anyone is dumb enough to “be Anonymous” and wear the Guy Fawkes mask? Same exact deal, kick their ass with a side order of BOOTS. =))

Hope this helps, now go vote.

#personal #self defense #2022 midterm elections #Election Day #tactics #elbow strikes #how to videos #be careful

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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The Surrogate [pt.3]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, smut, labour, war WC: 3018 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ||

The hospital bed was shaking as Natasha’s nervousness left her leg bouncing and you looked to Clint to try calm her but he was too busy enjoying the rare sight. He was poised against the wall with one leg bent behind him as he scratched at the empty spot that was usually taken up by his ankle bracelet. Finally, the sonographer entered the room and Nat’s head shot up from where she had been watching your stomach move under her hand.

There was no waiting around or polite small talk as she squirted the gel onto your stomach, everyone in Wakanda knew the longer Nat or Clint stayed in their country the higher risk of getting caught. No one wanted to implicate the Wakandans so it was best to get the scan done quickly so everyone could disperse back across the globe. Everyone except you.

“Measurements look great, everything looks to be growing at the right rate.” Dr N’Yana smiled as she took a rare look away from the screen. “Were you wanting to know the gender?”

“Please!” Nat begged as she leant even closer. “We have a bet.”

“It’s a girl.” You and Clint both reaffirmed as Natasha shook her head.

“Everything points to a boy.” She argued once again.

“Old wives tales don’t count.” You laughed, as you looked back at Dr N’Yana. “Put her out of her misery please.”

“Sorry, Miss Romanoff, she is definitely a girl.”

Natasha didn’t look disappointed at all at losing the bet, she was too busy wiping the tears of joy that filled her eyes. It didn’t matter that you had been feeling her kicks for over a week or that you had seen her sonogram at 12 weeks, it all suddenly seemed real now. A tissue was waved in front of your face and you realised you were also crying, Clint handing the tissues out to both you and Nat as he grinned at the news.

“Congrats, Nat.” You sniffed after blowing your nose. “I knew from those kicks she was going to be a mini you.”

Her arms wrapped around your neck as she quietly thanked you once again. The three of you were family, she never had to thank you for anything and you reminded her that as you cleaned the slimy gel off your stomach and accepted her hand to help you sit up.

“Things are getting pretty rough out there right now. I don’t know when we can stop in again next but no matter what, you call me the moment you think she’s coming.” She said as you walked her out to the jet, a new stack of images tucked close to her chest in a zippered pocket. “I can’t believe how much you are glowing. What I can’t tell is if it’s the pregnancy or Bucky and that vitamin D.”

“Shh…” You hissed as you looked around the public area. “It’s not like that, we don’t do that.”

“Wait. Seriously?” She asked as she skidded to a halt.

“No, I…we do other stuff, just not that.”

“You do realise there's a thing called a mucus plug that stops anything from getting up there, if that’s what you are worried about.”

“Oh god, I can’t have this conversation with you, or anyone for that matter.”

Clint’s laugh reminded you he was following a few feet behind and your face burned with embarrassment. “You’re gonna need it when it’s time to get that baby out.” He laughed. “I remember Laura going feral when she hit her due date, couldn’t get enough.”

“You do realise I will have to look Laura in the eye once all of this is over?” You grimaced. “I don’t need to hear this. Would you look at the time? Your flight’s set to take off.”

“I’m the pilot. It takes off when I say it does.” Nat laughed at your expense before sighing. “But you’re right, we should be heading off. There’s only so long Laura can wear the ankle monitor and replicate this dweebs movements.”

You were getting better with their goodbyes but you still felt a pang of hurt every time they left and this was no different. You gave them both a hug before Clint pulled the three of you all together and kissed your forehead before heading to the jet with a wave. Nat lingered a moment longer to press her hand to your belly one last time and you remembered what you had thought earlier.

“Can you tell Steve that he’s wrong about Bucky and he should visit next time?”

You could tell she was curious to ask what you were talking about but Clint had started the engines and so she just nodded in agreement and made her way to the ramp before he left without her.

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18 weeks later

You were gently brushing Bucky’s hair as he slept beside you, the long strands almost curling from how often you twirled them around your fingers. You barely slept these days, the weight of your pregnancy leaving you uncomfortable and unable to find a position to sleep in. Instead you spent the early hours laying face to face, watching him sleep as a breeze fluttered the curtain at the front door.

“You should be resting.” He murmured with his sleepy, gravelly voice.

“You go back to sleep baby, no point in both of us being tired today and my back hurts.” You replied softly, hoping he would go back to sleep but instead he climbed over the double mattress he had upgraded to months ago and began rubbing your back.

You sighed as his hand worked its magic and the soft sounds filling the room quickly left his cock growing hard between your thighs. There would be no going back to sleep for either of you until you could alleviate the pulsing ache between your legs and he hummed happily as you lifted your leg over his hip. The massage was forgotten as his hips rolled behind you, pushing his head through your folds to find your core wet and needy for him.

“God, always so ready for me aren’t you, doll?” He moaned in your ear between kissing your neck.

“Please, I need you, Buck.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you with his hips.

He shifted slightly behind you, the angle changing and when he rolled his hips his cock pressed into your dripping cunt, slowly filling you until you couldn’t possibly take any more. A high keen expelled as he stretched you and his own moan sent shivers down your spine while his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. Your patience ran out as you chased the release he could give you and you pushed yourself back against him and rolled your own hips, riding his cock and taking your own pleasure.

“That’s it, y/n, fuck, take what you need from me.”

His hand slipped over your hip and teased your clit, circling and rolling it to elicit the mewls you couldn’t hold back. His strong legs pushed you wider when your legs threatened close with ecstasy and his thrusts grew even harder, fucking you into oblivion as your body began to tremble around him. His growl ruptured the fragments of your mind and sent you over the edge, pussy gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside. You even whimpered when he pulled out and you missed the full feeling before you felt the heated splatters of his cum painting your lower back.

You went to climb out of bed and get cleaned up but he pressed you back into the mattress with a kiss and got out himself. You watched his silhouette make its way around the room and he came back with a cool washcloth and gently cleaned the mess he had made. When he was finished you were finally feeling relaxed enough to attempt to sleep again and he climbed back in behind you, arm hanging over your hip and already falling asleep.

When you woke again the room was bright and Bucky was missing from the bed. Fresh fruit and a glass of water was set on the bedside with a net over the top and smiled at the sweet thought as you picked at a slice of pawpaw. It wasn’t until you heard voices outside that you stopped snacking and pulled a flowing dress over your body to go and see who was visiting.

“T’Challa, what brings you out here?” You asked with a smile that was harder than normal to produce, the ache in your back only increasing as you got out of bed.

“You should be resting still.” Bucky sighed as he saw the pain in your features.

“This affects her too, white wolf, she should know.” T’Challa said before turning his attention to you. “We have a war coming, New York has already been attacked and Tony is missing.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as you thought of your old team mate and you pressed a hand to your forehead as your body suddenly felt too hot. A sweat broke on your brow as you tried to stop the tears that were building until you noticed a case sitting on the wagon of hay Bucky was unloading.

“What is that?” You asked as you touched the black and gold metal plates of the prosthetic arm. “How long have you had this?”

“Shuri built it in case he ever came out of retirement.” T’Challa answered without actually answering and a spark of anger ignited in your belly.

“You mean you knowingly kept that locked away when he could have been using it.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I didn’t need it.” Bucky said as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at his sincerity.

You took a deep breath and blamed your irritability on the lack of sleep before nodding and apologising to the King, only for speaking to him the way you did not for what you said. You still thought they should have given him the arm as soon as it was made.

“Steve’s jet will be here within the hour, I suggest you find your way to the palace too, y/n, it’s not going to be safe out here when the battle begins.”

With that T’Challa turned and left with his Dora Milaje and you watched Bucky pull his shirt over his head and begin unwrapping the cloth he used to hide his stump where his arm was. You guided the top of the arm to his shoulder and felt a magnetic pull when it was a few inches away, the arm locking into place with the help of a mechanism and he rolled his arm, getting a feel for the new addition.

“I like the new colour scheme.” You ran your fingers along the plates and found his eyes watching you touch him. “I wonder what features it has.”

“You’re insatiable.” He shook his head with a rueful smile, looking at the King’s jet taking off back to the heart of the city. “When this is over we will figure that out, for now I need to get you to the palace. No arguments.”

He led you back inside to sit on the bed while he unlocked a trunk that had been stuffed in the corner for as long as you had been there. You watched curiously as he pulled out duffel bags and you heard the familiar rattle of guns inside one but the other was silent. He opened that first, pulling out his Winter Soldier gear that you had seen him wear in Germany.

“Does it scare you?” You asked as he held the leather vest up and shook out the dust that had gathered. “Wearing that again and fighting?”

“No.” He opened the weapons bag and began slotting the knives into the holders on the vest before looking up at you. “I have a reason to fight now and people to protect.”

You rose from the bed with a groan and made your way over to where he was dressing, buckling the many clips that crossed over his broad chest. Your fingers brushed his aside and you clipped him up before resting your palms over his leather clad chest.

“You be careful out there.” You ordered sternly. “I need you to come home to me.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, his hair creating a curtain to your own little world. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky, but promise me.”

“I promise, now let’s go.”

The quinjet was just landing as you arrived at the landing pad and Natasha was first off the ramp, hands reaching for your stomach that had exploded since she last visited. Not even the video calls could really do justice to the size of your bump and she was absolutely stunned as she cradled it.

“Your mommy’s here, baby girl.” You smiled as she started kicking wildly before groaning as she hit your bladder. “Great, excuse me while I go to the toilet, again.”

“Want me to come?” Bucky asked as you clenched your teeth at the strain.

“No, no. You haven’t seen Steve in years, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reassured him and pushed him towards Steve who was stepping off the ramp.

You hadn’t gotten far inside the palace doors when the pressure inside you shifted and a torrent of liquid ran down your legs. You still felt the need to go for a pee and swore at the realisation that your waters had indeed broken as you leant against the wall for support.

“Ayo, please go and retrieve Natasha and James.” You heard T’Challa order and looked up to find his concerned eyes taking in the scene.

“Sorry about the floor.” You muttered but he just laughed.

“It is the least of our worries today.” He said before the hurried footsteps of Nat and Bucky reached you. “Shuri has had a room prepared for her already. Bast bless you with a safe delivery.”

“Kid’s got a real problem with timing.” You tried to joke as Bucky’s new arm wrapped around your waist and supported you as they led the way to the medical wing high up the palace floors.

“Unknown aircraft entering the atmosphere.” An alarm alerted from the speakers in the elevator and your anxiety spiked at the thought of your friends out on the battlefield.

“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked as she looked up from the surgery she was performing on Vision. “Now is not the time to go into labour.”

“Tell that to her.” You groaned as the pain in your back radiated to the front. “She missed that memo.”

“On the bed over there.” Shuri nodded with her chin. “I’ll watch over her, they need all the help they can get down there.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of giving birth alone and you reached out, taking one of their hands. “Finish the bastards quickly and get back here.”

Natasha nodded rigidly before seeing the spacecrafts cast shadows over the city and bent over your stomach to whisper in her native tongue before kissing your forehead. “Stay safe.”

She disappeared from the room without looking back and you turned to Bucky. “What did she say?”

“Your momma will always be with you and she loves you.” He said after a moment's pause, wondering if he should tell you. “I know, I’ll keep an eye out for her.”

You smiled as he read your mind and pulled him closer by the buckles on his vest so you could kiss him. “Watch out for yourself too, don’t get all selfless and killed because I fucking love you, James. And I kinda need you if we want a baby of our own, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” He smirked against your lips before pulling away. “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

You watched his purposeful gait as he left the room and wondered how even posed for war with aliens he could look so sexy.

“You really thinking about another baby when you haven’t even given birth?” Shuri laughed. “Crazy.”

“It’s not too bad right now.”

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“Fuuuuuck!” You screamed as another contraction ripped through your abdomen. “Shuri!”

“Breathe, y/n, you are doing great.” She said from the other side of the room where she was still performing the surgery and muttering under her breath. “Yelling is not making me go any faster.”

“I heard that.”

“Sorry!”

You relaxed as the contraction eased off and lifted your head to see the chaos out the glass windows, instantly regretting your decision. Wanda had been helping take the pain away and ease your mind but she had been needed on the battlefield and you were left without any pain relief and the contractions were coming hard and fast. A crash at the door pulled you away from your worry and a body was thrown across the room.

“Y/n! Get to that room.” Shuri pointed to a door close by and you pulled yourself off the bed and shuffled as quickly as you could into the supply room.

You made it inside just before a hideous alien stepped in the main room and grappled with Shuri, the destruction only ending when Vis threw him and the alien out of the window to cascade down the palace wall. It was all too much, too much chaos, too much fighting, too much everything that you slid down the wall and curled up on the cool tile floor. There was nothing you could do except grit your teeth and cry as the contractions took your breath away and suffer alone.

Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin.

“What the fu-“

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Hello dears 💖, here's part 4 of the chess fanfic. I wanted to include some drama haha.

Volturi kings x reader🧛‍♂️♟️

A game of life ♟️

Part 4

My dreams used to sweet and simple, like I’m flying towards my own heaven, my…own…hell. You might be thinking “Oh, don’t be so barbaric it’s not that bad, at least your rich and powerful”. “No, no it’s bad my parents are going to die because of me and to top it all off, these men will turn me”.

I was tossing and turning in my sleep; it was uncomfortable to say the least and no I’m not sleeping on some king-sized bed. It’s a cobblestone bench with a blanket over It, my back ached like hell, and I seriously wanted to speak to these guys about human needs. As I was trying to sleep, I picked up on a sound coming from down the hall in the end of my room. The footsteps were so faint that I couldn’t tell who it was, but they sat down right near my head, I could feel a hand caress my hair. To paint a better picture, it feels like Ice stroking my forehead, I’ve gotten used to the temperature since I keep being touched apparently.

I felt lips touch my forehead, I’m not even going into detail about how creepy this is. “Y/n” my eyes squinted open, I groaned in my sleep. “Y/n, oh…I forgot humans go into a deep slumber” I whined “what do you want”. “They aren’t going to spare your parents” he whispered, my eyes became clearer now as the man got up “Know that your time is running out child, if you wish to spare them, you’ll need to choose someone trustworthy”.

My eyes weren’t fully open, but my hand grasped around his arm “stay, please stay” I muttered in my sleep. “I know my last moments won’t even be with my family” I could feel myself becoming emotional, yes even for someone like me I cry at the most stupidest things. I know because I cried over movies, words, moments and even when I was on my blood moon, I dropped some Ice cream and cried.

So yeah, here’s your strong protagonist for you, a normal everyday weirdo. I had no words as the man held me in his grasp, he knew how powerful emotions could be “I can’t protect you, even if I wanted to child”. I wrapped myself in his grasp, despite his bony stature it was comforting, his robes felt like fitted bed sheets. He didn’t move, his eyebrows burrowed in confusion, something he hadn’t felt since 200 years ago. “My dear brothers are hosting a masquerade you are to choose and be turned” he rests his hand on top of my head. “They thought it was more civilized for you” he spoke with little emotion it sounded comforting to say the least. My arms were wrapped around his waist, it was warm, so warm that I could sleep.

“What do you think your doing” a voice shouted in a whisper, “dear brother Caius, the girl was crying out I simply had to comfort her, for her slumber”. “How foolish, she should’ve called out to me” Caius sneered, “Your temper is still high, perhaps a deep slumber may just calm you”. I nearly laughed, to me it sounded like “Stop being grouchy and get some coffee”.

I mean the man probably hasn’t slept for 200 years which to me sounds appropriate I would be angry 24/7 if I were sleep deprived. I sat up, my legs were wide awake since I walked up to Caius with no problem “I’m not choosing anyone, especially you considering you tried to turn me” I could feel the anger arise within him. “Do not play me like a fool mortal” I was too tired to care what would happen to me but if spending time with him calmed them then so be it. “Why don’t we play chess together” I asked inviting him to the study “Chess?” Caius stood there thinking before agreeing “very well I suppose a game wouldn’t be so bad”.

I could tell this was going to end badly, so I got up and grabbed Caius’s hand just to prove I’m willing. I walked down the cobblestone stairs and entered the lavishing study “Look here’s the board” I sat down in the seat. “I haven’t played a game of chess in years, it’s more my brother Marcus’s sort of entertainment” he spoke with a curious tone “what’s your sort of entertainment then” I asked. “Killing and torturing those that speak against us” why was I not surprised, my gosh he’s the guy in a game of monopoly that gets angered, and the cops get called on him.

I began to move my first pawn to the black square on the board “your turn”. Caius moved his piece to the white square “I must say when you had won against my brother it was quite a satisfying moment, never before had I felt pleased” he smiled to himself. “In truth I only gain the pleasure of satisfaction through torture” hence why they use the blonde twiglet for her gift. I moved my king around his pawn and set everything in position, I took his pawn “what? How did you”. I said simply “first you had an open moment, moving a piece across the board when you had not noticed the one rule”. He was curious “and what useless rule would that be”.

“You forgot your pawns, you played them as a decoy of sacrifice which is a big mistake” I picked up the pieces restarting the positions. “You should treat your pawns as if their worthy”.

“1. Never leave your pieces to the side or they’ll be taken.

2. You never bat an eye away from a game or you’ll forget your strategy.

3. Plan further than the player, always have your next move in mind.

4. each square has a consequence, you move, your piece is vulnerable.

5. and the biggest rule of all never lose focus.”

With that I made my final move against his queen “checkmate".

Caius was flabbergasted at my tips and tricks; he had never seen a human with such high skills. “I shall take note mortal” it’s no wonder she had beaten his brother, the girl had more intelligence than he could ever know. I studied his facial expressions no longer was he feeling furious but more fearful, fearful of my intentions. I grabbed the chess piece and pointed to it “this is a knight; they are usually the most frustrating because you can’t move them however you wish”.

“Want to go again” he stood up with his facial expression in a confused manor “I fear what your gift may be human, if my brother’s concerns are correct, you shall even be more powerful then any of us”. He knew his brother lusted after me in power but at the same time felt conflicted, He had found someone that could potentially overthrow him in power. “Tell me what you intend to do to us, EXPOSE US!” Caius shouted at me in fear, he no longer saw a woman but a mere monster starting to bloom.

“END US!” he shouted once more while I sat there staring into his eyes “I have never intended to do anything, I only asked for a simple game”. My eyes were like stone, it was nice for once it was them in fear, fear of me. “I don’t fear you mortal” he glided to me and wrangled his slim fingers around my neck, he held me high in the air. “I don’t want to kill anyone nor overthrow you” I spoke with a struggling grasp against his strength. “How can I trust you” he sneered, I had to think of something before he would kill me.

My lips pressed against his hard, cold, Icey mouth, eventually he softened. His hand touched my cheek as I kept up the charade, I just realized this was my first kiss and no I’m not talking about pecks I mean my actual first kiss with anyone. I parted my lips as my head turned to the window outside, the moonlight had shined down rays onto us. I could see his skin glisten, glisten like diamond crystals. He sighed in frustration and glided out of the room not wanting to let his feelings over throw and destroy me.

I closed my eyes and walked out of the room slightly confused as to what just happen.

Dear diary, today I just kissed a vampire and it felt like Ice, Ice that burned with fire even if I was slightly confused and did it out of survival it felt…rather…nice.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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The Strings that Bind Us: Ch. 7

AO3

Marinette’s hands shake as she prepares the dough for the croissants for the next day. Alfred and Dick had insisted she go do something other than look for Jason for a couple hours. The only reason she’d agreed was so that Alfred wouldn’t give her calming tea. She knew he was only trying to help, but she wasn’t ready to sleep. She didn’t want to until she knew that Jay was okay.

But she was also exhausted. Had been since the day the Miracle Box appeared in front of her. Of course the nightmares that had finally stopped their constant haunting had returned with a vengeance. And now, with Bruce out of the country and Jason missing, she was officially avoiding sleep. Because she was certain that if she slept, she’d have worse nightmares. Instead of seeing Paris burning and the bodies of her family and Chat Noir, she’d see Bruce and Jason, bloody and broken. She wasn’t sure if she could handle those images.

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“I’m sorry, what?” Marinette can’t tell if her anger or relief is more present.

“Jason is with me.” Bruce repeats and she scoffs.

“Okay, but how the hell did a thirteen year old boy get to Lebanon by himself?” She asks, the worry from the last thirty six hours melting away to confusion. Seriously, how the hell had Jason managed to get to a completely different country? By himself?

“I’m not sure, but he was looking for his birth mother.” Bruce says and she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Just- please, don’t let him out of your sight. Especially with the Joker on the loose over there.” She begs, sighing in relief as Bruce agrees.

“Hey, we’ll see you soon. I’m getting closer to Joker and once I have him, I’m going to help Jason find his mother. And then we’ll be home.” He says, his voice soft.

“Can’t wait.” She breathes, careful to not let him hear the worry in her voice. She had a bad feeling, worse than when Bruce had first told her that he was going to Lebanon. She was worried. And, selfishly, she just wanted them back in Gotham.

“We’ll call later, okay?” Bruce asks.

“Yeah. Bye.” She says, hanging up and staring at her phone. She didn’t understand why she was so worried, why it felt like everything was going to fall apart around her. Finally feeling the tiredness catch up to her, she turns the overhead light off and flips on a lamp. The dark had never bothered her before, but she was still certain she’d have nightmares tonight and she was worried that they would star Jason and Bruce. She’d rather avoid that, if possible. After all, they had each other now, they would be okay. They’d come home to her safely.

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“Welcome to La Petite Tasse, what can I get for you?” Marinette asks, smiling widely at the new customer despite the exhaustion that had settled into her bones. She’d tried to call Bruce and Jason earlier, but they hadn’t answered. Which was fine, it was fine.

“Could I get a blueberry muffin, an Americano, and your number?” The man asks, leaning forward on the counter with a smirk. Marinette’s eye twitches as she tries to stay civil. This was fine. Everything is fine.

“Blueberry and an Americano, got it.” She repeats, turning just as the bell rings above the door.

“Don’t forget your number, sweetheart.” The man says. Marinette grits her teeth, but ignores him as she makes his coffee and packs his muffin in a bag.

“That’ll be 3.87.” She says, customer service smile on full force as she hands the man his order. She glances behind him and relaxes slightly when she notices Dick. Not that she couldn’t take the man by herself, but she really didn’t want to give some creep another reason to come back to her shop. The man passes her the money and manages to grab her hand as he does, his touch making her skin crawl.

“And the number?” He whispers. She opens her mouth to finally snap at him, when he’s tugged away from her roughly.

“Leave her alone, man.” Dick says, glaring at him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, punk?” The man growls as Dick shoves him away.

“I think I’m making you leave her alone. Now get out of here.” Dick orders. The man turns to Marinette.

“Are you really gonna sit there and let him do this?” He asks and she purses her lips.

“If he didn’t, Monsieur, I would have.” She says, smirking as the man grumbles under his breath and leaves, his money still clutched tightly in his hand.

“Hey-” Dick starts, but Marinette stops him.

“Leave it, it’s fine.” She says, her face twisting in confusion. “What are you doing here? I don’t think you’ve ever come in before.”

“They’ve crossed out one name. They were on their way to interrogate a second when I called.” He says and she sighs. They were okay. They were fine.

“Did they say how many people they had on their list of possibilities?” She asks.

“Three.” Dick says and she frowns.

“So few? What’s Jay gonna do if none of them are her?” She asks, worried. Dick shrugs.

“My guess is B will drag him back out here and they’ll start from scratch together. But, honestly, M, I have no idea what Jay’s gonna do. He was so...determined to find her.” Dick sighs, shoving his hair out of his face.

“Well, you want some breakfast, kiddo?” She asks, turning and starting to make a hot chocolate- the kid might be 18, but she knew he had a crazy sweet tooth and wasn’t fond of bitter drinks.

“I’m not a kid, M.” He says with a huff. She just laughs.

“Whatever you say.” She says, grinning as she passes him a chocolate chip muffin and hot chocolate. He stares at her for a minute before sighing and taking it, immediately shoving half of the muffin into his mouth.

“Thank you.” He mumbles through the muffin. She just rolls her eyes fondly, moving to add more cookies to the display case, the anxieties from earlier lessening with the familiar presence nearby. Things would be okay.

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The shrill ringing of her phone wakes Marinette up from her first dreamless sleep since Bruce left. Groaning, she reaches over and picks up the phone, pressing the button to answer it as she pulls it up to her ear.

“Hello?” She says groggily.

“Hey love, did I wake you?” Bruce’s voice, soft and familiar, says. She immediately sits up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“No, no of course not. What’s up? Is everything okay?” She asks, blinking furiously as she tries to wake up completely.

“Everything’s fine Mari. Jason and I are headed to Ethiopia to check out another lead.” Bruce says and she nods.

“Oh? Okay. How-” She pauses, frowning. “How’s Jason doing?” She asks. There’s silence on the other end.

“He’s Jason. He has a mission in mind and he’s determined to see it through.” He says.

“Do you know if he’s still mad at me?” She asks, wincing at how hollow her voice sounds.

“I’m sure he’s not mad anymore, M. He was upset that night and then everything else happened…” He trails off. “Do you want me to wake him up so you can talk to him?”

“No, let him sleep. I can talk to him tomorrow.” She says, the tiredness falling away the longer she talks to her boyfriend. “I miss you.” She adds with a sigh.

“I miss you too. I’m bringing Jason home after Ethiopia, and I’ll be able to stay for a few days. Joker’s gone under the radar and I’m no closer to finding him now than I was four days ago.” He says, his voice tired.

“I’ll see you then, I guess.” Marinette says, hoping the two’s trip to Ethiopia would go quickly. She missed her little, dysfunctional family. Even if Jason was currently mad at her and Bruce (and the world in general) she still cared about him. Still loved him, still thought of him as her son. And she’d be damned if she didn’t wrap that boy in a huge hug the second she saw him again.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 13

WC: 1200

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: angst, anxiety, truth hurts, jealousy, hints at infidelity, mildly suggestive dialogue?, laszlo still doesn’t understand women

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He wasn't sure where to go after he left you in his parlor. Laszlo never had a history of the best coping mechanisms, which is how he found himself meeting Karen, the last person he should've been seeing given the situation, at a bar downtown. But he would admit that he felt much calmer than earlier.

Laszlo was grateful that Karen had agreed to meet him on short notice. Not much was said in the first fifteen minutes or so. Eventually Laszlo broke the silence. “Karen,” his head cocks to the left, “might I ask you a question? Regarding my aide, since you appear to know her well.” He took a sip of the burning whisky.

Karen looks up at him where he sits next to her, “yes.” She hides her displeasure well.

“Recently, she has been acting strange. More melancholic and aggressive than is usual. She-” he searches for a way to mask the truth enough but still convey his question “-mentioned having relationship troubles. She expressed that she believed her significant other to be unfaithful. I was hoping that, as a woman yourself, you might have insight to this that I could offer her.” A beat passes. “To assuage her anxieties and improve her work ethic back to its full potential, of course,” he adds to appear pragmatic. He was hesitant to admit that he was really asking for himself.

“Oh I’m sure she will be fine, Laszlo,” she curls her fingers around his upper arm as a caring gesture. “Young women often deal with these things as they attempt to figure out what they want in life. At her age they are always so emotionally back-and-forth. She is likely trying to make decisions between her love life and her future as a career woman. To really find and establish her identity. In all honesty I have always seen her as too independent to settle down seriously with a partner. I would not find it a shock if she was considering breaking the relationship off. Time will tell.” Her answer is easy, almost practiced.

He gives a small grunt at her advice. He sincerely hoped that you weren’t reconsidering your relationship with him. Laszlo knew that he shouldn’t be asking Karen about you, but who else could he trust? She had always given him sound professional advice in the past. Seeing that Karen was waiting for a response he diplomatically states “I’m not sure that will be sufficient advice to offer her, let alone coming from me. Perhaps you are right in that time will be what is required.” He works to keep his fear from showing in his features.

“Since we are on the topic,” Karen turns to face him. “Laszlo, I must admit I haven’t been entirely truthful with you the last few weeks.”

He looked up to meet her eyes across the bar. “How so?” Had you confided in Karen about something? It wouldn’t make sense, seeing as you held an unfounded grudge currently.

“When you left Munich I had told you that I agreed that a long-distance relationship of that sort wouldn’t be fruitful for either of us. At the time I believed it.”

Laszlo shifted back in his chair. His brow furrowed as his thoughts raced to make sense of what Karen was telling him. Had her beliefs changed? Had she regretted agreeing to end the relationship? At the time it had been a very civil, and frankly easy, conversation. Not wanting to misinterpret his own conclusions, he asks “and now?” He doesn’t notice her fingers still on his bicep.

Her head cocks to the side. “When you first left I had hoped you would ask me to join you. I also understood that it wasn’t of your nature to do so, and I couldn’t hold that against you. So when I was given the chance to bring my research back to the city I realized that it would bring me close to you. I thought that perhaps we could try again; pick up where we left off before you moved. Maybe I even stay.”

His expression remains unchanged as he mulls over her confession. She had regretted the mutual split. Laszlo can feel the annoyance bubble in him instantly. He feels regret at shutting you down earlier when you had been correct all along. He knows his first words should be to defend you, to defend your relationship. What instead leaves him is “why did you not bring this to my attention sooner? Had I known then things might have been different. And yet you waited years to tell me.”

“I wasn’t sure it was a commitment you were prepared for. With time it became harder to admit.”

“Says you, the woman who knows no boundary to what is or is not appropriate to confess. You’ve made your life’s work on asking about and admitting the taboos of our human existence. I hardly think that your desire to remain coupled would be that difficult to explain to me.” His raising voice attracts the attention of some patrons nearby. He pays no mind to their curious glances.

Karen sighs. “Laszlo, please. We both know how fickle you were with these things back then. We only ever saw each other on weekends because of the distance to start with. I once suggested that you come to work at the institute so that we could be closer and you dismissed the idea. I'm sure even you can imagine that in hindsight as enough to deter me.”

His jaw clenches; he knows that she has a valid point. He was not the most pleasant or sociable at times. In truth he isn’t sure what he would have said if she had been honest from the start. “I suppose,” he breathes in deeply to calm himself, “that you had good reason to be cautious regarding this. But it has been years, Karen. You must be made aware that I have met someone; I am engaged in a serious relationship. I am happy.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that new development.” She looks away for a second, a flash of bitter in her eyes before it quickly vanishes. Laszlo is confused as to how she would know, as he had never disclosed having a significant other explicitly in her presence. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Her hand moves down to cover his own on the bar’s surface. “But my dear, we have such a history together. Think of how good things were between us. She is too young for you. A student no less! I know you, surely, better than she ever could. I know the things you need. I can give that to you and more.” Her whispered words are impassioned. He jerks back at the feel of her palm meeting his cheek.

Laszlo carefully and quickly retreats his hand from under her grasp. “I can assure you that I only view our relationship now as one between colleagues. Nothing more. I apologize if I gave you the impression otherwise. Have a good evening, Dr. Stratton.” With that he steps out of the bar and into the cold night air. He needed to find you.

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keijislove · 3 years

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Hello ! Could you do a harry × hufflepuff!reader with the promps 6 ans 14 ? Thank you !😊😊

A/N: Hi! Sorry if it’s a bit long... This was the first request I got off anon, lmao

ENJOY!!

Prompts used:

6. 'Don't make me hex you into the next year! ' 'I'd like to see you try.' 14. ‘My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Strawberries: Harry Potter X Hufflepuff!Reader

It was just another day in Slughorn’s Potions class, you stirring your cauldron while daydreaming.

‘Who do you think yours will smell like?’ asked Luna. ‘I feel mine is going to be a Crumple-Horned Snorcack.’

You stuffed your knuckles into your mouth to prevent yourself from giggling. ‘I, um, don’t know.’

‘What do you smell? I know it’s weird... for you, having a soulmate or whatever.’

See, that was one of the things you adored about Luna.

You couldn’t possibly keep a secret around her, somehow, she just knew. But it also allowed you to seek her consolation at times without having to embarrass yourself by telling her what it was.

Why?

Well, she was Luna Lovegood after all.

You were one of the best potion students, and were fairly good at all your other classes, Luna and Cho kept asking you why you weren’t a Ravenclaw.

You just hoped your Potion skills could help you find out who you were meant to be with...

You swallowed, snapping out of your daze. ‘Uhm, yeah, not sure. Hope it’s someone nice.’

‘That’s sweet.’ Luna remarked in her same, breathless voice.

You smiled.

‘Alright, now, time’s up.’ Slughorn clapped his hands together. ‘Who wants to share what their Ammortentia smells like? Miss Diggory?’

You cursed internally. ‘Yes, Professor.’

You took a sniff. ‘Sir, it’s, um, treacle tart, um.... pumpkin juice? Yes, and...’

You sniffed again.

‘... muddy grass?’ You spoke.

‘Very good, miss Diggory!’

‘What was it?’ Luna asked as you left. ‘The muddy grass?’

‘Can you stop doing that?’ you joked. ‘It’s freaky.’

‘Don’t change the subject Y/N.’

You sighed. ‘It smelled like, I dunno like quidditch robes or something. Maybe it’s a sporty guy.’ You mumbled.

You didn’t have to specify who, it was Luna.

‘How do you know what boys’ quidditch robes smell like?’ Luna questioned as you whacked her with your book.

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You traced shapeless patterns on the grass, softly caressing your yellow scarf with your other hand.

It was a scarf you were very proud of.

Your brother had given it to you, and it was the last thing he ever did give you, to be completely honest...

Your tiny ‘revisit’ was interrupted by a sneer behind you.

‘Hey Diggory, who did your potion smell like?’ Malfoy asked in his horrible, drawling voice. ‘Longbottom?’

‘I seriously don’t understand what you’ve got against Neville.’ You spoke. ‘And no, if you must know. It smelt like someone else.’

‘Bet it was a grave.’ Malfoy sniggered. ‘Oh, where’s your brother?’

You tensed up immediately, but stroked your scarf to calm down.

‘Patience is one of the most important qualities a true Hufflepuff should possess,’ Cedric had told you. ‘And you, Y/N/N, are one of the best Hufflepuffs I know.’

‘Where is he?’ Malfoy continued.

‘Shut up.’ You spoke through gritted teeth.

‘It’d be nice if he’d passed some of his qualities onto you.’ Pansy lazily called. ‘At least he was good-looking. Look at you, bag of pickled toads.’

‘Shut up, prat.’ You warned.

‘Blimey Diggory... is your brother dead?’ Malfoy asked. ‘I didn’t even notice...’

That was the last straw.

‘

Oh, fuck patience.’ You muttered under your breath, lunging at him.

‘Argh!’ Malfoy groaned as you socked him square in the stomach. ‘Geroff me, you lunatic!’

‘What’s going on?’ Harry, Ron and Hermione had approached you.

Understanding the situation, Ron and Harry both seized either arm of yours while Hermione ripped Draco off of you before both of you could hex each other too badly.

‘Get-off-me!’ you snarled in Harry’s face.

‘No.’

‘GET-OFF-STUPID-PRAT-’ you struggled against his firm grasp. ‘IDIOT-CEDRIC-NOT-FUNNY-’

‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Hermione asked, confused.

‘Shut up Granger, I don’t want to talk about this.’ You spat, snatching your bag up and ‘accidentally’ whacking Harry with it, before leaving.

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‘What happened?’ your friend, Hannah had asked when you had stormed into the common room.

‘Malfoy.’ You curtly answered. ‘And Potter.’

‘You know, I don’t see why you hate him so much.’ Ernie walked up.

‘Who doesn’t hate Malfoy?’

‘No, no, I meant Harry.’ He spoke.

You groaned.

This was a subject they’d brought up millions of times.

‘He is a prat, for one.’ You began. ‘He’s so bloody proud... all the teachers fawning over him, Slughorn calling him ‘special’, heck, even Snape would be happy now that he’s suddenly become excellent at Potions. I reckon he cheats off Granger.’

‘Nah, Hermione isn’t like that.’ Hannah said.

‘And he is thick-headed.’ You finished.

‘Oh, is that it?’ Ernie smirked. ‘You’re jealous of him?’

‘OI!’

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‘Good morning.’ Professor McGonagall crisply greeted. ‘In the five years you’ve been with me, you have learnt that Transfiguration is not a topic to be messed around with. And as you start your sixth year, I expect you all to behave more mature with this subject, especially you, Mr. Smith.’

Zacharias Smith scowled at her.

‘Now.’ She continued. ‘Who remembers what I had told you all at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts? Miss Diggory?’

‘Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,’ you recited, trying to imitate her voice. ‘Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.’

The class howled with laughter.

‘Charming, Miss Diggory.’ Professor McGonagall sarcastically remarked, but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of her lips twitch.

You grinned to yourself.

‘Now, as Miss Diggory said.’ She spoke. ‘There will be no messing around. I demand silence as I declare... the Gryffindors shall be joining us today.’

You knew by ‘silence’ she meant your groans.

You stuffed your handkerchief into your mouth before groaning quietly.

The red-scarved students made their way in.

McGonagall began assigning partners.

‘Weasley with Macmillan, Brown with Smith, Granger with Abbott and Potter... with Diggory.’

‘Not with him!’ you yelled at the same time as Harry yelled ‘Not with her!’

‘Yes, definitely together.’ The Professor mumbled.

You scoffed as Harry sat next to you, both of you glaring daggers at each other.

‘Look, I don’t want to fail this subject.’ You warned. ‘My career depends on it, so will you try to act civil?’

‘Yeah, I’ll try.’ Harry sneered. ‘Do you even have a career plan?’

‘For your information!’ you hotly began. ‘I do. I want to become an Auror.’

‘Auror?’ a small flicker of interest flashed in his eyes but vanished as you rolled your eyes and turned to your work.

Harry sniffled.

He paused, terror rising up inside him.

He croaked out. ‘Do you... can you smell strawberries? And vanilla?’

‘Oh.’ You frowned. ‘Um, yeah, the strawberries would be my shampoo and... the vanilla would be my lotion, why?’

‘No reason.’

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‘Oh, merlin’s arse.’ You muttered, trying to get past a horde of boys wanting to ask you to Slughorn’s Party.

You knew they didn’t like you; they just wanted an excuse to attend it.

‘FOR THE LAST TIME, SOD OFF!’ you yelled, shoving past.

They still followed you.

You ran to the library, where you met a certain Chosen One.

‘Don’t mind me.’ You huffed. ‘Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them I’m here!’

Harry opened his mouth to say that it was alright, but stopped as a smirk settled on his face.

‘No.’

‘What?’ you asked. ‘Merlin’s arse, please! I told you, I’ll do anything!’

‘Anything?’ he cheekily asked.

‘Anything.’

‘Hmm... let’s see.’ Harry smirked further, thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Don't make me hex you into the next year!' you warned.

'I'd like to see you try.'

Brandishing your wand, you tried thinking of a jinx while Harry stood there with an amused expression on his face.

‘I’ll tell them you’re here.’ He said lazily.

‘Oh, alright!’ you snapped. ‘You win, I’ll give you whatever you want, now let me hide!’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise, MOVE!’

You dove behind a shelf and stayed.

Meanwhile, Harry was having the time of his life.

He wasn’t going to rat you out to those guys anyway, but there was something on his mind and he couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity.

As a stampede of boys rushed over, Harry realised why you were so desperate to hide.

‘She’s not here.’ He coolly spoke. ‘Try the Hall.’

‘How should we know you’re not helping her hide?’ a Ravenclaw demanded.

‘Have you met me?’ Harry sarcastically said. ‘I don’t help my enemies.’

Yes, as lame as it had sounded, they seemed to buy it.

‘I don’t help my enemies?’ you questioned, climbing out of the shelf.

‘It... it sounded cooler in my head.’ Harry muttered.

You supressed a giggle. ‘Well, O’ Chosen One, what can I do for you?’

‘Er, about that.’ Harry began. ‘I wanna ask you something first?’

‘Yes?’

He smirked again. ‘Do you actually have a date?’

You covered your face and groaned. ‘No, they don’t even like me, they just want to get out of detention or come to the party, most of them.’

‘Mmhmm.’ Harry said distractedly.

‘Do you have a date?’ you shot back.

‘I will, by the end of this hour.’ Harry nonchalantly replied.

‘Whatever.’ You huffed. ‘What do you want.’

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’

If you had been drinking water, you were sure you would’ve spit it out.

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

‘What?!’ you finally sputtered.

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’ He repeated.

‘No.’ you stated. ‘No, no, no way, no.’

‘You promised!’

‘WHY DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME?’ you yelled. ‘Take Ginny Weasley or Cho or something.’

‘But I want to take you.’ He said.

‘Why?!’

‘Our deal did not include so many questions.’ Harry cut off. ‘You’re coming, that’s final.’

‘Oh, well, fine!’ you snarled, stomping off.

Damn your loyal arse.

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‘I look ridiculous.’ You remarked, looking in the mirror.

‘Nonsense, you look amazing!’ Hannah squealed. ‘I’m so jealous, I wish I could go too.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You muttered.

You were wearing a(n) F/C dress, complete with your H/C hair falling elegantly onto your shoulders.

‘Oh, I forgot to ask.’ Hannah spoke, ‘Who’s your date?’

‘You do not want to know the answer to that question.’ You said. ‘Believe me.’

Hannah shrugged. ‘You look hot! Have fun!’

You walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, waiting for your ‘date’ to come along.

‘Hurry up, Potter.’ You muttered.

As if on cue, a voice sounded behind you.

‘Someone say my name, Diggory?’

There he stood, in all his glory, Harry Potter, the Boy With a Large Smirk Plastered Across His Face.

‘Can you not do that?’ you whined.

‘What?’

‘That weird face.’ You spoke. ‘It’s annoying.’

‘My apologies. Shall we, m’lady?’ he offered you his arm in mock-kindness.

‘Of course.’ You played along, taking it.

‘Where is this positive energy when you threaten to break my arms almost ten

times a day?’ he quizzed in amusement.

‘Shut up.’

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Boring.

That’s how you were feeling.

You desperately wished you hadn’t agreed to come to this stupid party.

Harry seemed to notice your gloomy mood.

‘What’s wrong?’ he whispered.

‘Look at this.’ You muttered in disgust. ‘Look at all of them, sapping over each other when they barely know the other.’

He laughed. ‘Wanna slip out?’

‘Where are we going to go?!’ you asked in exasperation.

‘I know somewhere.’

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‘The Astronomy Tower?’ you questioned.

‘I like coming here when I’m bored.’ Harry shrugged. ‘Looking at the stars calms me.’

You nodded, understanding.

‘Let’s... sit.’

You sat down as Harry copied you, settling down next to you.

‘This is nice.’ You remarked.

‘What is?’

‘Not having to fight with you.’ You explained as Harry laughed.

‘Maybe we just assume too much.’ He suggested, causing you to giggle.

It was a sound pleasant to Harry’s ears, and for some reason, he wanted to hear it again.

‘I never asked.’ He began. ‘And I’m sorry. How have you been, er, holding up?’

He didn’t need to explain, you understood.

‘I’m fine.’ You answered. ‘I do miss him, awfully so, but... nothing’s changed much.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that it’s still the same.’ You explained. ‘Nobody comforts me. Nobody knows me as Y/N Diggory, my best friend or Y/N Diggory, the girl from Hufflepuff, none of that. I was always Y/N Diggory, Cedric Diggory’s stupid younger sister. And now I’m Y/N Diggory, the late Cedric Diggory’s mourning sister.’

‘Oh. That’s... well, at least you’ve got your parents.’ Harry mumbled.

You let out a mirthless laugh. ‘I’d trade places with you, then. See, it’s the same at home. I’m just... an extra waste of space. Even mum and dad preferred Cedric. I’m the useless one, you see. Next to their beautiful son Cedric, I was always second best. Y/N. Their second-born. The less talented one. The stupid one. The non-attractive one.’

Your voice cracked a bit at the end, but you composed yourself. ‘I’m being thick, you probably think I’m stupid.’

‘I don’t think you’re stupid.’ Harry muttered. ‘How come you never cry? Like Cho, I mean.’

‘Because I don’t want to appear weak for him.’ You sighed. ‘You see, as much everyone preferred Cedric over me, I still loved him. I loved him quite a lot, actually. He hated it when I cried. I remember once when we were young, Cedric fell out of a tree and hurt his leg so badly, I started crying because of how bad it looked. He didn’t have any of it. He always told me, ‘Whatever happens, Y/N/N, don’t cry. You’re strong. You’re tough. And I can’t bear seeing you in tears. If and when a day comes where you cry because of me, I swear I will never forgive myself.’ And there he was such an idiot. Put his name in the Goblet. Went along and got murdered by Voldemort, didn’t he?’

Harry didn’t speak, so you continued.

‘I just wonder.’ You whispered. ‘You know, if he’s watching us this very moment. Somewhere from up there.’

You gestured to the stars.

Your head was turned towards the sky, but Harry couldn’t stop staring at you.

‘And so I know.’ You said, ‘I know if I cry, he’s up there somewhere, feeling disappointed in me. I don’t need anymore of that. I’ve had enough of ‘Diggory’s sister Y/N’ and ‘The ugly one’ or ‘the useless one’ it’s maddening.’

‘I don’t think you’re useless.’ Harry whispered. ‘Nor ugly. And you always were Y/N Diggory to me.’

‘That’s a bit consoling.’ You mustered a weak smile. ‘Thanks.’

At that moment, a familiar smell made it’s way to your nose and you gasped.

‘Your hair.’ You shakily whispered. ‘It... it smells like fresh, muddy grass.’

‘Oh.’ Harry flushed. ‘Er, yeah, sorry, I had Quidditch earlier this evening.’

‘Oh my god.’ You muttered. ‘No way.’

‘What?’

‘If I tell you something, Potter.’ You began. ‘Don’t make fun of me.’

‘I would never.’

You swallowed. ‘I think...My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Harry didn’t speak.

‘Go ahead, laugh.’ You muttered, trying your best not to cry then and there. ‘Run away. Hex me or something.’

Harry couldn’t think straight.

Your delicious scent was ever-so inviting, the strawberries fresh in your newly shampooed hair.

His gaze kept unwillingly flickering to your soft-looking lips, covered in a light tint of cherry lip-gloss.

As the lips he was looking at pressed themselves into a think# line, his gaze shifted towards the rest of your face, and to his horror, you were crying.

‘No, no, no, no!’ he said quickly.

‘What?’ you hiccoughed a little, ‘Go ahead, call me names or just leave.’

‘No, Y/N!’ he pressed. ‘Don’t cry, no please. I didn’t mean... no, I was just thinking. I think my Ammortentia smelt like you too.’

You let out a tiny gasp.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, somehow, your lips had messily collided and were now moving in sync.

You brought out a hand and tangled it into Harry’s untameable hair as he softly caressed your cheek.

Both of you parted, lips swollen, gasping for breath.

‘Well...’ he began. ‘That was unexpected.’

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delu-jean · 3 years

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hi! so I just wanted to send in an Erwin x reader ask where basically Erwin survive shiganshina and they basically end up becoming parental figures for historia and guide her. thanks!

𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚)

(Erwin x fem!/reader) -> Mentions of Historia! -> Fluff -> 1.6k

Request: hi! so I just wanted to send in an Erwin x reader ask where basically Erwin survive shiganshina and they basically end up becoming parental figures for historia and guide her. thanks!

Notes: After the interaction the two had (somewhere in season three), I literally head cannoned him being her father! The chemistry between the two would be so sweet if they were!! The concept for this request was so adorable!! Thanks for the request, and enjoy! ^^

“We did it...we have the colossal now,” you’d say, knees shaking after all of the casualties. Erwin then caught you. Seeing how shocked you were, he tried to calm you down the best he could.

“Yes Y/n...we did...but at a great cost.”

“Was it really one worth all of this trouble?” You said being unsure with such a loss.

“Of course it was. For the sake of humanity.”

“Right...for the sake of Humanity.”

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Many had died during the mission to Shiganshina. A lot of your comrades lost, along with your dearest friends. You mourned over such a thing, but ultimately, were glad for the ones who had survived. Levi, Hange, your dearest and most closest friends, still breathing as you spoke. And Erwin, your lover for gosh knows how long. Even after the stunt that was pulled, he still managed to survive. You were relieved that such a chaotic man...had escaped such a brutal mess.

You were also glad that he saw what he had eagerly wanted to see. The basement that Eren had the key to. After hearing about some vague details from the commander, along with the other four who had entered, it gave you a mix of emotions. Both ecstatic to know there was more out there, yet terrified that such things were most likely forgein obstacles. Ones that would be hard to get rid of.

Regardless, you were now heading back. Delivering both the books, along with yourselves, and whatever else you had left. At the entrance of wall Sina, there you see Historia waiting. She seemed ecstatic yet composed when greeting you all. And when seeing both you and Erwin, she seemed even more pleased.

You see, even though Historia had her own birth parents, they never felt like her actual ones (based on the tragedies they caused). She’d been neglected...never feeling like she had someone to look up to. But when entering the Survey Corps, though it took a while to warm up to you, she ultimately did. It wasn’t that she couldn’t talk to you, rather, it took some time for her to see you as a mother figure.

You were maybe 15 years older than her, but even that being the case, you saw her as your own. Though she wasn’t calling you “mom,” nor were you calling her “your daughter,” you both had the relationship. Labels weren’t needed to understand such a thing.

Since she grew up without the affection of her mom, she took your affection very seriously. She was thankful to say the least. Thankful for the nights you would console her, give her advice, and hear her out. Though Ymir had done the same, the difference was that you spoke the words of a mother. Erwin had also come around to this concept, and tried getting to know Historia on a more personal level.

He saw how attached you were to such an extraordinary girl. That being the case, he too wanted to experience the joy you two shared. You of course encouraged such a thing, and therefore, he did his best when getting to know her. It was a good practice for him since for most (if not all of ) his soldiers, he considered them pawns. So that being the case, you took this as an opportunity for him to think otherwise.

Another reason as to why Erwin was doing this, was because of his own personal experience. Though he did have his father, he was (eventually) taken away from him at a young age. He didn’t want Historia to go astray like he did in his teenage years. So, he tried building a connection. Hoping his input could help her in the best way.

Though it wasn’t as easy going compared to the both of you, he did his best, and she appreciated the effort put in. He’d usually have conversations with her about life. The most simple, yet complicated philosophy out there. Maybe he would even pop in his childhood memories, and theories he had. Truly making the most of their time. And she enjoyed their interactions. You adored how close the two were. Though one was more tense than the other, the affection was clearly there. Just seeing them together, made you wonder as to how Erwin would be with his own children. Possibly yours if we’re being specific.

Erwin then approached the girl on his steed. Bowing to the queen to be, along with the rest of you.

“Princess Historia, we made many discoveries during our mission. Ones that we can discuss privately whenever it is to your liking,” Erwin said, composed with a respectful tone.

“Of course Commander. Before we do, I think you could all rest. It’ll be best if you do, after all...it seems as if you could use it,” she took note of the lack of numbers, but decided not to bring it up.

“Of course,” Erwin agreed and everyone left. Well...except the both of you. Hirstoria then invited you both into the castle. The three of you sat in a room, the two of you on one couch, while she sat on the other. Face to face as she took a sip of tea.

“Forget about formalities, I’m glad you’re both alive,” she smiled and you did the same.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate if we do...after all, you will be the Queen soon.”

“Nonsense. Even when that does happen, nothing will change between the three of us.”

“I guess not,” Erwin chuckled as she sighed in relief.

“Now that that’s over with, let’s discuss the details over your findings.”

“Sounds good, Queen Historia.”

“Oh stop it Y/n,” she pestered as you giggled.

“So, Historia…”

Erwin then went on about their findings. How there was an entire civilization across from them, how you all were subjects of Ymir, about the nine titans, and whatever else they had left to say. He seemed stern during his conversation, not only that, but you could sound the passion which rang through his words. He looked somewhat relieved that he saw such an extraordinary finding. Not only was it one step closer to saving humanity, but one step closer to fulfilling both his wants, and needs.

You didn’t know what you would have done if he hadn’t made it out alive. The guilt of him not being able to see such a sight, nor Historia...would’ve crushed you if anything. You know that the both of you would have missed him dearly...and if anything, she would have felt responsible for his death. Something that was never predicted, yet under the control of the Scout regiment. A power that she had ruled over.

Though this thought lingered, it was one that had not come true. And hopefully, things would stay that way. He was here with you. Safe and sound. Maybe a little bruised but hey, handsome either way. You then put your head on his shoulder, caressing his thumb. Though he tried keeping composure, he eventually gave in. Relaxing his body while in the warmth of your touch.

“I see, interesting…” she nod to then say:

“Erwin, Y/n, you know how much I love the both of you. Because of that...when I do become queen...please don’t let our dynamic change. I find comfort in it, and hope that we can continue to have the relations set.”

To your surprise, Erwin spoke first. His eyes soft, and his speech gentle. Staring at the young girl before him, who was now becoming an adult.

“Of course. If that is what the Queen allows, I’ll be sure to do my part. For both humanity, but importantly, you Historia,” you then placed your own cup down, accompanying Erwin:

“I agree. Of course, our manners will have to prosper when needed...but if we’re alone, or even if we’re not, feel free to come to either of us. We’ll care for you no matter what, okay?” she teared up a bit and then walked to the both of you. You both stood up, and grasped her. The mood felt both joyful, yet teary.

“I’m glad you both made it. Please be careful out there,” Erwin, though reluctant, then placed a hand (A/n: the only one-) on her head.

“Don’t worry, you can count on us, your majesty.”

‘Ah my little girl...so grown and mature,’ she tightened her grip on your torso, as your arms were still wrapped around her.

“Yes...don’t worry. You can most definitely count on us.”

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As time progressed Historia got crowned. That being the case, she had more responsibilities on hand. Constantly working her hardest to help her people. You were glad to see such a young person blossom into such a strong woman. Though she did most things on her own, you and Erwin guided her when possible. Even when it came to the little things like if her drapes should be red, or green.

There would also be moments where it was just the three of you, or you two alone. Now that she was queen, her time was of value. So you tried to spend it in the wisest way possible. Talking about politics could wait, those were the times where you all could express things heart to heart. Being honest about how she felt, versus how things ran. Expressing her love for the people she rules, and even the deep thoughts that kept her up at night.

Both Erwin and you did your best to guide her through these emotions. Wanting to teach her both politically, and most importantly, emotionally. Prepping her for the duties she would have as both Queen, and herself. Raising her to be the person she wanted to be, and supporting her to the utmost of your abilities.

“I think I understand now, what we have to do against Marely. Though it is just one step, it’s one step closer to saving the people of Ymir.”

“Yes, yes it is...Historia,” Erwin said as he held your hand.

“It definitely is...Historia.”

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rhysismydaddy · 3 years

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can you write a canon rowaelin oneshot where aelin’s pregnant and it’s nighttime so while she’s sleeping, rowan talks to the baby through her stomach and sings a lullaby? and maybe add a scene where aelin’s water breaks and rowan freaks out or something?

It was about two minutes before Aelin’s favorite part of the day.

She could hardly wait, but she had to remember to stay calm and still and everything else someone who was asleep would be.

Luckily, she knew she didn’t snore, so all she had to do was stay quiet and keep her eyes shut.

A small task that became so much harder when--two minutes later, at exactly 10:30 like always--she felt her husband slip into bed next to her.

It’d been getting harder and harder to actually stay awake this late as her pregnancy developed, but she still found herself fighting the fall of her eyelids every night, despite knowing she should sleep.

Cool air kissed her skin briefly as he settled next to her and kissed her cheek. Like she’d done even before getting pregnant, she turned on her side so he could snuggle her from behind and wrap his arms around her.

This was home to her, here in his arms.

Rowan’s head tucked into her neck, and she sighed sleepily, something she didn’t even have to fake.

After a few moments, her husband’s hands began to rub over her stomach lightly.

She was wearing one of his t-shirts, one that barely fit over her anymore, and hadn’t bothered to wash her hair that day, but she’d never felt more beautiful than when he smiled against her neck and started to talk to the child they’d created together.

He silently slipped further down the bed, resting his head on the curve of her hip, but kept himself wrapped around her so she could continue stealing his warmth.

Aelin’s ears strained to hear as he started whispering, but she resisted the temptation to move closer, knowing it would give her away.

“Mommy’s sleeping right now, so we have to be quiet,” he murmured, big hands cradling her even bigger belly. “But soon, we’ll be able to do this in person. You’ll be here by the end of the week, from what they tell us.”

Tears burned in her eyes at the excitement in his voice as he said, “I can’t wait to meet you, Firefly.”

They’d found out they were having a girl two weeks ago, and he’d been ridiculous ever since, buying pink onesies, hanging matching twinkly lights in the nursery, reading a how-to book about raising girls.

But the one thing they hadn’t prepared for was what they were going to name her. They’d argued about it, and then one day he just started referring to their unborn child as Firefly.

It was a nickname that stemmed from him calling her Fireheart, and it made her almost cry every time he said it.

“Your mother’s the most important woman in my life, but you... you’re my baby girl.” She could hear his smile. “You’re going to be just like her. You’ll be strong, and beautiful, and will drive me absolutely crazy.”

Silent tears escaped, even as she remained perfectly still.

“But I can’t wait to see what traits of mine you have, too.” He pressed his lips to her stomach in a feather-light kiss, then whispered, “I love you so much, little Firefly. Now go to sleep.”

Rowan resumed his big-spoon position and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her to cradle both her and their child.

“That goes for you, too, Fireheart.”

Aelin grinned and snuggled further into him, murmuring, “I love you, Ro.”

He kissed her cheek. “I love you, too.”

“Are you serious?”

She nodded.

“You want lemon gelato for lunch?”

Rowan’s brow furrowed, prompting her to ask, “Why not?”

He looked at her like she had two heads. “You hate lemon, babe.”

Aelin groaned, rubbing a hand over her stomach. She’d forgotten about that. “Take it up with her. She’s the one demanding it. Little brat.”

He scowled. “She isn’t a brat. And she can have as much lemon gelato as she wants just as soon as she’s born.”

Her stomach reminded her once again how empty it was.

“Rowan, I swear I’m going to stab you if you don’t go get me something to eat.”

Her husband just smiled. “It’s moments like these when I’m reminded why I agreed to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“A very short life, if you don’t-”

A container of gelato landed on the counter in front of her, along with a spoon.

With narrowed eyes, she checked the label, then demanded, “How did you know?”

He laughed. “You talk in your sleep.”

“Eavesdropper,” she mumbled, ripping into the container and taking a huge mouthful.

See, this is why pregnancy was strange to Aelin. Nine months ago she’d hated lemon, and now this stupid container of gelato was the best thing she’d ever eaten.

“I love you,” she said around a mouthful, grinning when he came to press a kiss to her cheek.

“And now she’s sweet,” he teased, brushing her hair off her forehead.

Then he went tense, and every bone in his body seemed to still as he said seriously, “Aelin. Look down.”

“I can’t see past my belly, dummy. Just pick up whatever I dropped.”

His mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before he spit out, “You... your water broke.”

She leaned over slightly to look at the floor, seeing that there was in fact a wet spot beneath her. “Huh.”

She took another bite of gelato.

“Huh?” he asked incredulously, leaving the kitchen and starting to run around the house. He threw things in the bag he’d affectionately deemed The Baby Bag, yelling at her to get ready.

She rolled her eyes and continued eating, only pausing when Rowan burst into the room and demanded breathlessly, “What are you doing?”

“Eating. Can you hand me the pizza from last night?”

Because who was she to question her daughter’s cravings?

“Aelin, we have to go! You’re in labor.”

Reaching the bottom of the container, she sighed. Why did they make pints so small these days? “I’m aware.”

“So then get in the car!”

Her always calm and collected husband looked about ten seconds away from ripping his own hair out, which made her smile. “Labor lasts hours, Rowan. I assure you, I have time to eat a slice of pizza.”

“I’ll order you a whole, brand new, hot pizza at the hospital.”

She considered this, tapping her chin. “Fine.”

Then she turned and waddled down the hallway to their room.

“Wait!” he called out, coming after her. “What are you doing? The door is the other way.”

“I’m not going to the hospital in a wet dress, Rowan. It’s called standards.” Ignoring his angry little growl, she changed into a clean dress. “Zip me up, please.”

He zipped the dress in a flash, almost ripping it, then grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the door.

“Wait, I need shoes!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, green eyes bright with panic. “Babies don’t care if you wear shoes when you birth them.”

“If you think I’m walking across a hospital floor with no shoes on... grab those, will you?” She pointed to a pair of sandals, not feeling like bending down to get them herself.

Rowan roughly put her feet in them, making her frown. “I’m not really appreciating this attitude, you know. You don’t need to manhandle me.”

His jaw was tight from where he was grinding it, but he still sounded perfectly civil as he said back, “I just want to get to the hospital.”

Aelin sighed, patting his shoulder. “It’s been five minutes. We have time.”

He looked a little relieved... until she said casually, “Plus, worst comes to worst, you deliver her in the tub. All doctors really do is stand there and catch the kid.”

His mouth fell open, and the attitude came swooping back in. “I am not birthing this child in our bathtub, woman. Now, you can walk to the car yourself, or I will carry you, but either way we are leaving right the fuck now.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned and slowly made her way to the door, pausing when she came back into the kitchen. “You know, cold pizza actually sounds better-”

Rowan swooped her up, the ten pound bowling ball in her stomach seeming to be no issue, and walked toward the front door.

“Rowan! Put me down, you buzzard!”

He set her in the passenger seat, gripped her chin, and set a serious kiss to her lips. “You’re so sweet.”

Her hands fisted in the hem of her dress. “I don’t want to go yet.”

“You’re going.”

“No!” she exploded, pushing him away and trying to get out of the car. “No, no, no. I can’t go yet, I need more time, I-”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he slipped a hand over her mouth to shut her up. “You can do this, Fireheart.”

She was crying, although she wasn’t sure when that had even started.

She shook her head.

“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You can do this. You’re going to be a great mom. I may be freaking out about actually getting to the hospital, but I’m not scared about what follows.”

Aelin gave him disbelieving eyes.

"If I wasn’t sure, one hundred percent positive, that you could do this, then yeah, I’d be scared. But you’re going to do great. I know that, and so do you.”

He took his hand off her mouth, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sweetheart, you’re great at everything. This won’t be any different.”

That made her smile, even as she rolled her eyes.

“I am pretty amazing,” she agreed softly.

“Yes, you are. But I’d really like to do this in a hospital room instead of our driveway, and you’re probably half-way dilated by now, so-”

It was Aelin’s turn to cover his mouth with her hand. “Let’s go meet Firefly.”

She didn’t even know the name of her child or how the hell they were going to pull this off, but under the steady weight of his gaze, Aelin knew that no matter what, they’d figure it out together.

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aethwrs · 3 years

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Venus

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word count: 3000+

TW: I'm not sure if I should put any trigger warning for this but please, tell me if I need to put any and I'll be glad to add it.

A/N: I tried to write something along the lines of the song "Venus" by Sleeping at Last, skipping some parts. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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The night sky once ruled my imagination

Now I turn the dials with careful calculation

It was 1693, you lived in a small cosy cabin in the forest away from the rest of the civilization, after all, you didn’t need nor want to be in contact with people all the time and you enjoyed having calm and relaxing surroundings.

You could sit in front of the huge waterfalls listening to the sound calming of the water and read under the shine of the bright moon while enjoying the warm feeling that the magical place brought you. Often, the sound of the wind and nature itself would work as a lullaby, helping you to fall sound asleep on the spot, not caring at all about the fact that you were outside.

You've never seen anyone there other than you and the animals that habituated such place, that's why you loved it there and also the reason why when you heard a new and strange noise coming from the outside of your home in the middle of the night, you couldn't help but feel the need to go and see what was going on.

Holding a broom that was near, you quietly opened the door leading to your garden, making as little sound as possible. Looking over to your harvest, you gasped as you saw someone near your trees, apparently trying to get some apples from it and putting them all inside a small brown bag that was hanging from their shoulder, still you couldn’t clearly see them.

As you got closer you were able to catch a glimpse of the face of the intruder. It was a young woman who seemed to be of your same age and god, she was gorgeous. Reminding yourself that she was still an intruder, you accelerated your pace until you were standing right behind her. Just when you were about to tap her shoulder, the woman turned around and immediately gasped as she saw you standing there.

Both of you took some steps back never breaking eye contact, allowing you take a look at her icy blue eyes that somehow seemed to mix with a dark purple colour. That’s when you looked down at her hands that were surrounded by some sparks the same colour as her eyes, maybe even darker, yet, her expressions showed nothing other than fear and you could swear that also even a bit of guilt.

She’s a witch. That was your first thought. But you were one too so you didn’t feel scared, you were interested. Why was her magic dark? Why purple?

Judging by the look on her face you knew that she wouldn't attack you but to show her that you were one of hers, you put your hands up making some golden sparks come out of them. The eyes of the other woman travelled from your hands and then back to you, an indescribable expression on her face as she remained silent.

“Enough with this show, put your little sparks down, I won’t hurt you” you put your hands back down motioning for her to do the same, the playful smirk on your face never leaving its place as you watched her copy your actions, her eyes slowly turning back to a soft shade of blue. “There we go, Sparky ” a little laugh escaping your mouth when you noticed a frown appearing on her face after hearing the nickname.

“Now tell me, who are you?” you questioned emphasizing each word, your hands folding on your chest while you seriously looked at her as she seemed to be thinking. After a while, you heard a sigh make its way out of her mouth and dropping the apples bag on the floor she made her way to you, who still couldn’t stop grinning.

“My name’s Agatha Harkness,” she harshly replied, taking her time to look you up and down. She’s pretty. That’s what she thought. “who are you?” she asked the same way you did.

“You know, for someone who is stealing from my garden,” you shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully, Agatha watching each and every of your movements closely “you’re overly confident”

“I’m sorry, here-” she picked up the bag and tried to handle it to you, only for you to push it back to her arms leaving Agatha very confused. “What?

“Take them, it’s fine” you politely smiled at her and there it was, the most beautiful and heart-warming smile was showing on her face as she murmured something that sounded like ‘thanks’. The more you looked at her, the more that her cheeks reddened and that's when you knew it, she was by far the most beautiful woman that you've ever seen.

“Thank you...I have to go, it’s too late” she got a grip on the bag and giving you a faint smile, she disappeared between the woods.

You would’ve loved to talk more to her or to at least get to know something other than her name but she was right, it was late and already too dark to be outside. With the hopes of seeing her again other time, you got back inside your house and fell into a deep slumber as soon as your body laid on the mattress.

After a while, I thought I'd never find you

It had been over a week since you’ve seen Agatha for the first and apparently, last time. As each day passed by you lost every bit of hope of seeing her again until there wasn’t any hope left and the only thing you did was push the thought back, forget.

Holding a cup of tea and a blanket on your other hand, you made yourself comfortable sitting against a small window and wrapping yourself on your blanket, just watching how the raindrops fell and made low sounds as they reached the ground.

When you were about to reach the land of dreams, a loud knock on your door made you open your eyes again, groaning in discomfort when you had to get up.

Rubbing your tired eyes and wrapping yourself more into the blanket, you opened the door and gasped at the sight in front of you.

"Can I please get in?

Agatha was standing outside the door, she was completely wet and shivering. Her eyes pleading for you to let her in, her arms wrapped around herself trying to feel a bit of warmth.

Taking in her current state, you were fast to wrap your blanket around her body, your arms holding her steady as you led her to you living room, helping her to sit on a chair and using your magic to light up the fire and make the room feel warmer.

"What were you doing outside? For crying out loud" you moved some strands of her hair away from her face. You weren't mad, just worried about her. She was cold and pale, not even mentioning that she hadn't stopped shivering. "I'm sorry" you quickly apologized, focusing on making her comfortable

Getting a pair of new clothes from your wardrobe, you knelt to her level and after asking for permission, you changed her wet clothes for the new and warm ones. Agatha was in silence, a faint smile on her face as she silently thanked you.

"I'll get you some tea, Sparky " you used the nickname teasingly, hoping you could make her feel better with your occasional jokes. Her little smile grew bigger as she remembered how you used it after watching for the first time how the purple sparks came from her hands.

Coming back from the kitchen you gently handed her a cup of tea and as she carefully sipped it, you stood behind her with your hands sweetly caressing and brushing her still wet hair as you quietly sang something in a language that she couldn't understand.

The warmth of the cup between her arms and the comfort that your hands playing with her hair brought her were enough to make Agatha relax, but your sweet voice was like a lullaby to her.

Looking over at the brunette in front of you, you noticed how hard she was trying not to fall asleep as she winked as many times as possible, her eyelids feeling heavy.

"You're tired," you whispered, Agatha nodding slowly and trying to find a comfortable position on the chair, convinced that she'd sleep there. "come on" gently wrapping an arm around her waist you helped her to walk to your room and get inside the bed.

As she covered herself with another blanket, Agatha felt the weight of the bed shift to the other side and to her surprise, you were laying there, besides her. The simple thought of sharing the bed made her blush, bringing some colour to her pale face.

Noticing how her body was still cold and shaking no matter how many layers of blankets she had, you pulled her close to you own body by her waist. Shocked by your move, she stayed still.

"I don't know your name" she whispered, her voice raspy and low yet sweet and audible enough.

"y/n... that’s my name" you replied while you held her close, the warmth of your body making her melt into your embrace and the way you played with her hair being relaxing enough to make her fall asleep, her face resting on the crook of your neck and her body no longer shivering.

The last thing she kept in mind was your name. She loved the way it sounded. Y/n. It was perfect for you.

Whispering a last goodnight, you felt yourself slowly starting to fall asleep and not fighting it back, you did. You fell asleep with Agatha between your arms.

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The next morning, Agatha had woken up as soon as the sun rose, still in the same position she had fallen asleep last night. Carefully getting out of the bed and trying not to wake you up, she got up and gathered some stuff and once she was ready to go, she looked at you for the last time and with sadness in her voice, she expressed,

"I'm sorry dear, I would've loved to stay"

And with those last words, she left.

By the time you woke up, she was nowhere to be seen. You searched everywhere, there was no sign of Agatha.

Sitting alone at the kitchen table, you noticed a small piece of paper on the surface. Taking it on your hand, you saw a small heart with the words "I'll miss you" written inside it and clutching that piece of paper close to your chest, you let a few tears freely roll down your face.

You wouldn't see her again and even if every part of you didn't want to believe it, it was true. She wasn't coming back this time.

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As years passed by, the thought of finding Agatha was still wandering around your head and still, even if you knew you would never find her you kept on searching.

You've tried to track her magic and you even went to places she could possibly be in but all your plans were useless. No matter how hard you tried, nothing worked.

But you kept trying.

And that's what you did for several years, until it was time to accept that she wasn't coming back. She left and you wouldn't find her. Even if it hurt, it was the truth.

The blue eyed witch had stolen your heart in the short time you had together, making it hard for you to forget about her, so you weren't going to do that.

This time you wouldn't try to forget, you'd simply try to move on.

And that's what you did...for centuries.

I convinced myself that I would never find you

When suddenly, I saw you

At first I thought you were a constellation

It was somewhere near the 2020s and as far as you knew, you had just settled in a small town called Westview, in New Jersey. You weren’t there because you were looking for a new place to live in, you still enjoyed your cabin in the forest, but the traces of many different kinds of spells being cast all at once and your own hunger for knowledge led you to that town, convinced that you would find answers to this anomaly.

It was your first day in there but unlike the others and thanks to the strength of your magic, you weren’t controlled by Wanda but still, as you walked down the streets you had to keep up a fake façade, acting like her other ‘puppets’ so she wouldn’t be able to notice that you weren’t under her control.

It was like playing pretends, just a little more dangerous this time.

Getting into character you stepped at the door of one of the houses in the neighbourhood, putting on a fake smile and knocking on it you waited for someone to answer and needless to say, you were more than shocked to see who greeted you.

I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation

You're as beautiful as endless

She was standing right in front of you. Agatha, that gorgeous and lovely witch you had lost centuries ago was now a few feet away from you. None of you said anything, her face looked emotionless but she was screaming in her insides and so were you.

Freezing on the spot, you analysed every single feature of her face. From those piercing blue eyes that were oh so captivating to her charming smile. She was as beautiful as you remembered her being, the clothes from this age fitting her perfectly but you guessed that everything looked good on her.

Agatha wanted to tell you how much she had missed you, explain the reasons of her sudden disappearance and just embrace your body into a bone crushing hug, but as words and actions seemed to fail, she just took your hand and led you inside where both of you once again stood in silence, not daring to look at each other in the eyes, until you broke the silence.

“You left” those were the only words that came from your mouth, finally looking up at her “you appeared in my life and just when I was starting to feel something for you, you left” she noticed that you weren’t angry, but your words were full of sadness and your eyes were too. The expression on your face was a sight that she wasn’t ready to see, a faint smile on your lips and tears filling your eyes threatening you fall.

“I was dangerous, y/n” she got closer to you, holding both of your hands in hers as you frowned and waited for her to continue. “My magic was dangerous and the coven was looking for me, if they found me with you, they’d have hurt you too” Agatha was waiting for a reaction, anything

“I tried to find you” you cried, the tears falling down your cheeks broke her heart into a million pieces. She gently wiped them away with her thumb, cradling your face with both of her hands. “I could’ve been by your side, if you just had let me!” you yelled, hot tears still present on your face. Her face changed at your sudden change of tone, leaving her startled.

“God, y/n! They were going to hurt you!” Agatha rolled her eyes in annoyance and she was about to continue when you interrupted her.

“You seem to forget that I have magic too, Agatha!” your voice was louder than before and now being your time to be surprised, you felt yourself being pushed against a wall, Agatha’s hands glowing purple as she held your shoulders steady making your back hit the wall.

“I didn’t want to risk you getting hurt!” as both of you made eye contact again, you were quick to notice her own tears spilling from her sky blue eyes. “I cared about you, more than you think”

The room fell in silence again, not a single sound coming out from your mouths and not even the sound of birds chirping was heard in the moment. The only sounds you could hear were your shaky breaths and the interior thoughts that were running inside the minds of each.

No longer being able to deal with the silence, you cut the distance between and crashed your lips with hers. Yes, you were still kind of mad at her, but your feelings were stronger than your anger. Not needing to think twice, Agatha immediately kissed you back, both of you sharing a kiss full of passion and the feelings that you were pouring in it.

As your lips danced together in that desired kiss, you two could feel each other’s magic traveling inside your bodies as both, Agatha’s dark purple magic and your bright golden one mixed together and created a dome surrounding you.

Pulling back once you ran out of air, Agatha and you held each other even closer, your foreheads in contact as well as your eyes never leaving each other’s.

Looking around, she smiled brightly when she saw the magic bubble keeping you two safe and giving you more privacy, finally looking back at you, she knew you had something to say.

“I searched for you during centuries… please don’t leave again” you hid your head between her neck and shoulder, inhaling the essence of flowers that emanated from her clothes, her arms tightening around your waist as she placed a small kiss on top of your head.

“I’m not planning on doing that, angel” she assured you with her voice sweet as honey while she tangled her hand on your hair stroking it softly, thinking how right it felt to have you between her arms, this time not worrying about having to run away.

You're the universe I'm helpless in

I will pull you so close

‘Til no space lies in between

Under the dim light of the moon, the two lovers laid on each other’s embrace; your back was pressed against Agatha’s chest while her arms were wrapped around your waist, her hands playing with little purple sparks as you rested your head on her shoulder, appreciating the moon while she told you everything about the town. A little detail that could’ve been minor to anyone else drawing your attention.

“You put in their minds the idea of naming the dog the way I called you, didn’t you?” you turned your head to look at her, who was looking back at you with so much adoration and now a cute and childish smile. Of course she did, you thought. Where else could that name have come from? It wasn’t a coincidence.

“Maybe I did” Agatha laughed and narrowed her eyes looking at you with a comical expression, causing you to erupt on laughter too. Oh you loved that woman. “Who knows?”

You shook your head, your eyes got lost in hers for what seemed to be an eternity before you pulled her into a soft and brief kiss, both of you smiling into it before you went back to your previous position, laying against her chest and watching the beautiful night sky full of stars, also listening to your neighbors deal with a small rebel dog

Suddenly I see you

I was a billion little pieces

‘Til you pulled me to focus

You’ve never seen yourself as the type of person who’d deeply fall in love with someone and much less you thought that you’d find someone with whom you would want to spend the rest of your life with.

Now Agatha was there and you loved her more than words could explain, she loved you too.

And as the time passed by, you knew that she was the one you were going to spend your life with and that wherever you two went together would feel like home, so after all, Westview didn’t seem to be that bad. At least not for you two.

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