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sleepy-writes-stuff · 3 months

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DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

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dandelion-wings · 9 months

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Re-reading my own fic tonight because I can't sleep and this bit of Persistent Distractions:

Jean frowns, though, at the detail of his account. “You’re not stalking [Lisa] again, are you?”

“‘Stalking’ is such an ugly word, Jean. I’ve told you before, it was surveillance. And only appropriate when a pretty stranger shows up just when the Ordo needs a librarian and starts trying to seduce our Master of Knights.”

“Kaeya....”

“Don’t worry, the only eye I’m keeping on her these days is for her sake.”

reminded me of the elaborate secret backstory I made up for those four lines of this *checks* 4000-word Tumblr ficlet. And I still can't sleep so instead I an thinking fondly of Lisa, new to the Ordo, gradually realizing she is being very literally stalked by Jean's adjutant, stalking that escalates the more serious their flirtation grows. She can only attribute it to the fact that his interest in Jean is miserably obvious to everyone but Jean herself. Which only makes it more alarming when she starts getting vague, threatening messages, and then comes home one night to find that someone has broken into her house.

Though it turns out that wasn't Kaeya, that time, because there is subsequently an attempted kidnapping by people (I waver between some former associates at the Academia, her parents/some other family who considered her to have run away from home when she left, and a would-be fiance, likewise) who were alerted as to where she is now by Kaeya's digging. She is furious, Jean is horrified, and Kaeya is thoroughly mortified to have his secret crush outed by Lisa storming into Jean's office in a rage after she finds this out to lodge a complaint about Jean's jealous subordinate outing her to people she'd gone to great lengths to detach herself from.

(Kaeya is also offended that she would accuse him of the break-in. When he snuck in, he made sure not to leave any traces, especially any so obvious as a broken window. Saying this does not help anything.)

Anyway, things are awkward for a little while, but do eventually get sorted out. Lisa isn't exactly appeased to know that Kaeya was acting not out of jealousy, but a paranoia dial turned up to eleven after watching Jean's back for the year she spent rooting out all the Ordo's traitors, but she can concede that she understands wanting to keep Jean safe. Kaeya attempts to make amends for his massive fuck-up by leveraging the same connections he'd been using to dig into her past to make Lisa's kidnappers disappear. (Maybe permanently, depending on who they are.) Jean has a lot of painfully awkward conversations that turn into hopeful ones that turn eventually into making out. Love wins, etc! :> But the disaster beforehand is a very fun tangle of drama to contemplate.

#jean has two hands and two aides: coincidence?

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whisper-and-tangle · 1 year

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Night of the Werecat - Tangaze Fic

It was a lovely night in Spiral Hill village- Blaze had come to visit one of her closest friends, but then a strange sickness took hold of her-

And she attacked Tangle.

It was a dark night at Spiral Hill village- lanterns lit up the town as Tangle and Blaze walked through the village, hand in eachother's hand, admiring the stars as they walk past.

Blaze was visiting for the first time in weeks- She was away for awhile, and wanted to catch up with one of her friends.

And so she picked Tangle.

They walked through the village, Blaze trying to stay calm as she blushes, Tangle holding her hand with excited eyes, looking like she's about to run off and chase the stars, the way she stared at them like they were a once in a lifetime sight.

Blaze didn't focus on the stars, however- She focused on Tangle. Tangle's happiness as she stared at what is normally a common sight for Blaze, and saw it as beautiful, unique, and extraordinary.

Tangle had a knack for finding beauty in every part of the world, it seemed. Blaze could only smile sweetly as she watched Tangle stare at the stars, watching them shine in the starry night.

As they walked through the village, something caught Tangle's eye- a food stand, not too far away from them. Tangle immediately turned from the stars, pointing at the food stand with a surprised and happy expression on her face.

"New food stand! Hey, Blaze- is it alright if I go check it out? I'll be back in here in a minute, I promise!!" Tangle excitedly yelled, jumping on the spot.

Blaze felt nervous- a strange sickness growing inside her, but nodded anyway, trying to fake a smile as she did so.

Her vision became blurry and headaches started to appear as Tangle rushed over to the stand, Blaze unable to hear what she was saying as Tangle asked for an excruciatingly long order-

Normally, Blaze wouldn't mind this- but now? Blaze couldn't stand it. It was making her furious- and she didn't know why. She wanted to burst into tears, all of a sudden.

She let out a low growl as she grasped her head, angry and in pain as her claws sharpened and teeth grew-

Then, suddenly, she remembered something. One of Sonic's adventures, he had told Blaze about.

The time he became a werehog.

Tears began streaming down Blaze's face as she started to panic, Tangle returning from the food stand, happy until she reached Blaze-

She gaze her a concerned stare, before speaking softly,

"Uhm, Blaze? You okay?"

Blaze didn't want to look at her. She didn't want her to see her like this, turning away from Tangle as her crying became audible.

"Woah, woah! Blaze- what's the matter? I'm here! Everything's fine! I was only at the food stand for a minu-" Tangle spoke in a concerned tone as she placed her hand on Blaze's shoulder-

Making a big mistake as her expression turned upset and shocked, Blaze throwing her aside with her claws, leaving her with a bleeding wound.

Tangle cried slightly as she tried to get up from the floor, Blaze bursting into tears and running out of the village- leaving a trail of broken objects in her wake.

"Blaze, wait!" Tangle cried out as she held her wound- gritting her teeth as she tried to run after Blaze.

The wound wasn't that bad, but she'd atleast need a bandage if she ever wanted to chase Blaze.

Some citizens went over to Tangle, horrified at the encounter she had with the werecat-

They tried to help her, but Tangle pushed them away, shouting,

"Stop!- I need to get to Blaze!", before using her tail to bandage her wound, applying pressure in an attempt to stop the blood loss.

She dashed out of the village, almost tripping as she ran, yelling for Blaze as she charged into the forest.

Blaze didn't want her to catch up. She didn't want her hurt- but she didn't want to see her ever again.

Blaze thought herself a monster- her emotions were completely out of control, and she hurt someone she deeply cared about.

She couldn't cope with it.

She wanted to run away and never be seen again.

Dashing through the forest as she fully entered her werecat form, fire sputtering from her toothy mouth as she ran, she arrived at a dark, cold cave.

As she heard Tangle's voice weakly calling for her, Tangle's wound becoming worse and worse- Blaze ran into the cave, hiding and curling up into a ball in a dark corner of it.

She sat and cried, in the dark, moldy damp cave, trying to muffle herself with her fur so Tangle couldn't hear her.

But Tangle wouldn't give up on her.

She'd rather die.

Tangle continued running through the forest, until she saw sparks of flame flying throughout the cave.

Blaze was so mad, so sad- so full of emotion, her powers were uncontrollable.

She needed to be calm, but she couldn't.

Tangle immediately rushed into the cave, trying to ignore her injury as she walked over to Blaze, who was still curled up in a ball, lying in a puddle of her own tears, her claws speckled with Tangle's blood.

Blaze heard her as she entered- turning to Tangle, and crawling back up against a wall as she began to strike the air, fire randomly sparking from her claws and fangs.

Blaze screamed, begging for Tangle to leave her;

"NO! No! No- GET AWAY! I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU!", her tears clashing with the flames she was summoning.

Tangle looked sad and sorry as she reached out to Blaze, tears running down her face.

"Blaze...oh my god- I'm so sorry I didn't notice this- Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Tangle spoke as she slowly walked over to Blaze, who was still trying to keep her away-

Tangle even had to walk back slightly to avoid the flames.

Blaze was shocked- Tangle wouldn't leave her. She really wouldn't leave her- even after Blaze hurt her so badly.

"WHY- Why do you still CARE!? I HURT YOU! Get away from me! I'll hurt you again!" Blaze cried out as the flames roared, Tangle gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath-

Before walking through them, trying to use her tail as a shield as her wound becomes even more painful, her fur getting scorched slightly as she walks through the flames.

Blaze really couldn't believe it. Tangle was willing to walk through fire- risk her own life- just for her.

Why?

"Why do you still care a-about me!?" Blaze said, stuttering slightly as her words were mixed with growls.

Tangle, in a shaky tone as the fire left her in searing pain, spoke-

"...Because, Blaze...I...love you. And no matter what, I'll always love you.", wiping her tears as she tries to walk closer to Blaze, a shaky, scared smile on her face as she tried her best to be brave.

Suddenly, it all stopped.

The fires.

The tears.

It was like everything was silent for a moment, before Blaze started crying again, pouncing at Tangle, tackling her with a hug, screaming,

"I- I LOVE YOU TOO!", crying as she yelled.

Tangle blushed, before hugging Blaze back, trying to comfort her.

"I know, Blaze- I know. And you'll be fine. We'll be fine. We'll get through this- together." Tangle replied as she held Blaze held her in her arms, trying to calm her.

Soon after, the two fell asleep in the cave- Tangle's wound having began to heal.

As Blaze woke, slightly sad to still be in werecat form as she woke up early in the morning, wondering why she wasn't herself again-

She turned to Tangle, who was laying snuggled up next to her, grasping at her fur for warmth.

Blaze smiled, remembering Tangle's words.

"I'll always love you too, Tangle. No matter what. We'll get through this, together." She spoke, laying back down and falling back asleep for a bit longer.

Eventually, later in the morning, Blaze did return to her regular form-

But maybe being a werecat wouldn't be so bad, if Tangle's there to comfort her.

Just maybe.

I thought this fic was a bit cliche, but I enjoyed writing it and was thinking about maybe adding more chapters/making a series about Tangle and Blaze just living together, dating and trying to deal with Blaze as a werecat- if I do end up writing more, it'll likely be in series form with short stories, but this was super fun and I loved writing it! Hope you enjoyed it too.

#blaze the cat #werecat blaze #blaze the werecat #tangle the lemur #blaze x tangle #tangaze #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #tangle x blaze

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cartoonishvendor · 10 months

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hello tumbel-er dot com user CARTOONISHVENDOR, give me more Maggotblood lore. I am insatiable

well, welcome to my tumblr, anon possibly here from my art fight account!! for anyone confused, we're talking about this girlie today:

i haven't posted about her or Long After StarClan on my tumblr once, not as far as i remember. that stuff is mainly in my head, on my art fight account and my youtube, even the starting phases of the story went to my priv twitter (rip in pieces), so im actually really stoked to talk about her now!!

last disclaimer before a read more bc i fear i may make this super long: details of her story are subject to change, since Long After StarClan doesn't exist as a tangible fanfic or comic or anything yet!

that's all, let's go!!

let's start at the beginning: Maggotblood was born to the ShadowClan warrior Blaze (orange tabby shorthair, green eyes) and the kittypet Nellie (white singlecolor shorthair, blue eyes), as the only kit of her litter.

Blaze was part of a sort of ShadowClan youth sub-culture, one a little inspired by RiverClan. this might make absolutely no sense, but it will when you take a look at the differences between Clans in the Long After StarClan universe. the TL:DR here is that LAS RiverClan is a haven of toxic, battle-obsessed behaivor, and some young warriors in ShadowClan either found that really cool, or felt so provoked they decided to start mirroring that exact behaivor (more of the latter, none of them really liked RiverClan). So, Blaze was this really abraisive, over-confident and bloodthirsty warrior whom always bragged about how good he was at everything. naturally, very little other cats in the clan liked him as a result of that. thus, he began seeking admiration from other sources. enter: Nellie

Nellie might not have seemed like it at first, but she matched Blaze's arrogance quite well. she was stuck-up and though she only ever deserved the best, which she thought she found in Blaze. So basically, think Onestar and his kittypet fling and you kinda get Blaze's and Nellie's story. but their whole flirtery grinds to a halt abruptly when it turns out Nellie is pregnant. at first, Nellie isn't really against the idea of kits, knowing but not telling Blaze she knows her twolegs will jsut take them away anyway and they can focus on her again. but Blaze is horrified (not that he'd admit to that of course). tension against outsiders was, for ambiguous reasons, at a bit of a high at that time, and if anyone found out he had kittens with a kittypet it would be a severely blow to his reputation (or the reputation he thought he had). Nellie catches on to this pretty quickly and she's kind of furious when Blaze more or less accidentally admits he only her saw her as a fling, not as the great cat she thought herself of as. when she gave birth to her single kitten, she felt not a single ounce of motherly care for it and decided instead she'd punish Blaze for lying to her. she marches straight into ShadowClan camp, drops off the kitten, and explains who the father is, which Blaze tries desparately to refute, but the resemblance of that kitten and Blaze was just too clear, she even had the same forehead markings as him! so yeah, now everyone knew Blaze did that and he was so butthurt that he never took care of his kit and instead left her in the care of an unrelated queen who didn't care much about her either.

the queen, as well as the rest of the Clan, including Blaze, never made a really big secret out of the fact that Maggotblood was not related to the queen raising her. one day, she felt so starved for motherly attention that she begged Blaze to take her to see her real mother. I did a short PMV about this scene, basically they get to Nellie's twolegnest, Nellie and Blaze fight and then Nellie says really hurtfult things about Maggotblood, practically disowning her a second time.

so they go back, Maggotblood feels absolutely horrible, and at one point, when she was still a kittten, she tried to run away from camp. she got herself hurt and wound up in the medicine den. now, that encounter in there was not the first time she's seen Giantcloud, her future mentor, for more than a few moments. time to get into a LAS specific ritual, yippie!!

so, if you may have noticed, it seems that no clan cat has a canonical clan name, apart from the medicine cats. theres a reason for that!! LAS plays around the Lake territories with the vaguely recent canonical territoy distributions. and the lake territory has the Moonpool as the primary connection hub to StarClan, right?

in Long after StarClan it's uh. it's fucking dried out!!

(scene from this video)

the Moon's Deep is still the meetup spot for medicine cats every half a moon in this universe, but it's also ground for another ritual: when a kitten is between the ages of 1 and 6 moons, on a half moon, they are brought to the Moon's Deep once, in company of the clan's medicine cats (and maybe the parents too, case by case basis). there, they are expected to spend a night sleeping in the gigantic drained pool. and whatever dream they wind up having can and will determine their future role in the clan.

you see, the reason Long After StarClan is called that is that StarClan is absent in the story for the most part. a secondary role medicine cats play here is lorekeeping which includes finding out whatever they can about StarClan and the past, but it's very much in the background of this story. and without StarClan, you can't really have cats with a strong bond to it, making this the centralized way clan cats decide who will be fit for being a doctor and who won't.

Maggotblood, as her dream determined, was also fit to be one. but at that point in time, ShadowClan already had a medicine cat apprentice. Hawthorn, this girlie:

she hated being a doctor and she wanted to be the leader instead, and she was really relieved when it turned out Maggotblood could replace her, but until she could be apprenticed, Hawthorn had to stay in the medicine den.

By ShadowClan tradition, cats are allowed to give themselves their name once they hit 6 moons and are apprenticed. Maggotblood, just a nameless kitten back then, decided to name herself Jasmine, after the flowers in Nellie's garden. until that point, she only really had one cat occasionally looking out for her, whom she considered a friend, and that was Misty. but as soon as she became the medicine cat apprentice, it felt like a whole new world had opened it's doors for her. Jasmine met the other medicine cats for the first time and they were all nice to her, respected her, and she became really good friends with Runner (later Lakerunner), the apprentice of WindClan. and Giantcloud became the cat she trusted the most, he was like a father to her.

during her apprenticeship, Blaze died in a badger attack. Jasmin did not know how to feel, or how to talk about this. surprisingly, she wound up bonding with the RiverClan medicine cat, Waspvenom, over it, since he had a complicated relationship with his biological family too.

the six moons of apprenticeship, the best six moons of her life, ended with her and Runner's final naming ceremony. much like how a dream determines your role, for medicine cats it also determiens your final name despite all rules your Clan has for naming. Runner become Lakerunner, after a dream of him running across the lake. Jasmine, however, had a terrifying dream about carcasses, those of hundreds of cats, swarming with maggots. shaken up, she tells her fellow medicine cats that her new name is Maggotblood, whether she wants it or not.

was it a dream or was it a vision? could have been both, considering what happens next in her story. but this is already so long and if you ever want the TBC it'll have to be another post, sowwy!!

#rambling #warrior cats oc #long after starclan #maggotblood

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meltic-daze · 2 years

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AITA for getting into a fight with my wife?

u/podracingking19

(This is a long post pls read I'm DESPERATE)

Me (M22) and my beautiful amazing wife (F27) have been together for about four years. We were forced to secretly elope due to the religion I used to following banning any and all romantic entanglements. For all the time we've been married there hasn't been a single fight. Usually my wife and I are able to sort our differences calmly and rationally and this time our fight has me super worried.

I've been having dreams of my wife dying while giving birth to our son. My dreams are prophetic and always come true so this is INCREDIBLY horrifying. It already happened to my mom and I couldn't save her (long story) and I can't let that happen again or I might actually lose my mind. She's all I have left.

I tried to talk to my boss (M877) about it but he just brushed me off. He said "Letting go is the will of the force" or whatever, he's an inconsiderate prick. I've always disliked the little guy since we first met and he made fun of me for missing my mom. My boss was no help and really he's the only one I could ask. My teacher (M38) would brush me off too since mister perfect never goes against what the bossman says. Asshole. He'd also push the same bullshit and expect me to be okay with potentially losing someone I love AGAIN. I guess he wouldn't understand since he never loved anyone at all.

Due to all this, I decided to leave my former religious apprenticeship behind. My workplace never appreciated me like I deserved anyway and it pissed me off every. Single. Day. My teacher (more like slave master) never sympathized with me and mocked my struggles. I hate him and his stupid beard and haughty attitude and constant judgements. My wonderful wife is the only person who supported me during these difficult times. She has really pretty eyes and hair and she's the wisest person in the whole wide world. Wait where am I going with this.

Anyway. My new boss (M63) offered me a new position directly under him as his student which I immediately accepted. He showed me that my former leaders were all LIARS who never understood what really mattered in the universe- power and the means by which to grasp it.

The most IMPORTANT part of this is that under his leadership I would be able to protect my wife from dying. She's all that matters, I would set the world on fire if it meant she'd stay warm. What other choice could I make?

My boss told me to do some stuff like clear out my former workplace which I agreed to. It sucked herding out the younger members but thinking of my wife's loving hands got me through it. She would be so happy that we could finally be together in public.

Or I THOUGHT she would be. When we met up again a couple planets over she was furious. I tried to explain that everything I did was for not only our future but the galaxy's - I planned on overthrowing my old boss for her the first second I got- and that we could carry out her dream together.

BUT she refused to listen. My wife just said stuff about how "democracy is sacred how could you do this?" and "you're going down a path I can't follow."

I SAVED HER LIFE WHY IS SHE ANGRY? I DON'T UNDERSTAND???

I just want us to be together again I love her so much. Was I the bad guy here?

Edit: I forgot to mention my old teacher crawled out of her ship which didn't help matters. For a hot second I thought she betrayed me did something wrong but I swear I regretted it immediately and didn't mean it!

#anidala #star wars #prequel trilogy #i had this idea and got possessed #shout out to the homies if u kno u kno #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #am i the asshole

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starstrucksimp · 2 years

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Oh god I'm obsessed! I'm not usually a fan of Disney but damn Encanto has my heart! Soooo, being weird n all I just decided to make an OC....

Introducing Emilia!

Couldn't resist adding another troubled character to my list so here's the newest family reject, Emilia Madrigal!

(Tbh it's been a while since I've attempted any digital art but I feel like this went way better than planned so I decided to share anyway!)

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Bit of a backstory?:

(Apparently adopted Madrigal kids can get gifts!)

The adopted daughter of Bruno (pre-ratman) has the gift of physical psychokinesis, the ability to take control of the body but not the mind (yet), which is why her door shows her puppeteering. I have a feeling that a power like this would scare people, leading to Alma forcing her to suppress her powers after taking a prank one step too far.

When Bruno leaves suddenly, Emilia would be furious when the Madrigals gave up looking for him. It would turn a bit sinister since she'd then threaten to use her gift against them and become a bit of an outcast or villain as she was 'never really a part of the family' not being a blood relative and all that jazz.

Obviously, Bruno would feel horrified and guilty for what his daughter has become and remain in the walls because he thinks he'd only make it worse.

The Madrigals would also become anxious when passing her flickering door, assuming she's still using her gift to torment another poor villager.

(Feel free to message me if you're interested in hearing a bit more or wanna talk about your own stuff!)

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#encanto #madrigal #madrigal family #madrigal oc #oc #encanto oc #encanto door #bruno madrigal #adopted oc #psychokinesis #encanto gifts

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vivithefolle · 5 years

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Technically this is a fic rec. Technically, because I am in the middle of writing it, but, uh, I’m also……………. worried about the reaction (I don’t tend to write ‘character critical’ pieces, especially for HP, especially about certain stanned characters) so….. uh…. I was wondering if submitting the first chapter here would, maybe, perhaps, I don’t know… it’s late and I just read a bunch of things about how “”“abusive”“’ Ron would be and I’m just. Tired. of that shit and bc it’s Late so. uh….. here, I hope you like it? :

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M

Gen

Fandom:

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships:

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley

Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Lavender Brown & Parvati Patil

Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Characters:

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Lavender Brown

Hermione Granger

Parvati Patil

Minerva McGonagall

Additional Tags:

Ron Weasley-centric

Hermione Granger Critical

Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Minor Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Friendship

Friendship/Love

Best Friends

Male-Female Friendship

Female Friendship

Male Friendship

Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

not so much implied as very much stated but it doesn’t occur duing the story

Child Abuse Leaves Mental Scars Thanks

You Don’t Attack Your Friends Kids

That’s Called Assault And Even Potentially Abuse

y'all are out here calling Ron abusive and like???? no??? Clearly if any of them were

it’d be Miss Granger - thank god she’s not because she’d be a terror

but - Freeform

violent behaviour?? check

violent behaviour that went unaddressed except to be praised????? check check check

mhmmmmmmm no thanks

Language: English Stats: Published:2019-05-23Words:

Chapters:1/1Hits:0

Golden Bullets

CescaLR

Notes:

It’s the 'Graphic Depictions of the Aftermath of Violence From A Previously Trusted Source’ sooooooooooooooooooo since that’s not a tag, per say… that Unholy Trinity of warnings is to be used by me. Again.

Also, I want to reiterate; I do not nor have I ever hated Hermione Jean Granger. I don’t particularly like or enjoy some of her actions, quite frankly, and the same can be said for many a character. It’s like my love for Willow Rosenberg, or Stanford Pines, or - well, any number of characters. Flaws are /there/, and they should be addressed, especially if the author overlooked them. Hermione is an egregious example of doing things without repercussion, and this is the most startling example of that. Not even Harry said /anything/ about how bad this was. Ron wasn’t even really /mad/; he didn’t /retaliate/, and this is /Ron/. Ron not retaliating to verbal abuse or physical violence is unlikely to the point of it being OOC, and I can’t belive JK did this. Even if it was Hermione who did the spell, and though it’s unlikely since that’s the case that he’d retaliate in a phsyical manner - but he’d surely not so easily go back to the will-they-won’t-they of before, frankly. That shit was betrayal, plain and simple; you. Don’t. Hurt. Your. Friends. I can’t believe I have to explain this. I’ve seen /defense/ for her actions in this scene and.

. . . No.

So here this is.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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”… Ron,“ Harry starts.

"I’ll just - do what she says,” Ron interrupts. “Hermione’s right, anyway - don’t want to leave Lavender waiting.”

And then he’s gone, before Harry can finish what he was going to say. And, frankly… he’s almost glad, because Harry’s not sure what words would have come out of his mouth - or how much worse they would have made the situation.

Not how much better. Harry’s not sure he could have made this situation any better with just a few words - he’s still in shock, really. Hermione just - she just.

On the flip of a coin - Harry had thought her tears were for sadness, and he thinks that they were, yes but - also, it can’t be ignored -

They were for anger. Vicious fury, really - she hadn’t held back, hadn’t pulled her punches.

Ron’s arms were - are bleeding, Harry thinks, faintly. It’s like -

He doesn’t like to think this, but in the quiet privacy of his own head, this is like those times when he’d be doing his chores, and his Aunt would be in the room, and he’d do one thing, just one small mistake he didn’t even notice - and she'd snap. Swing a frying pan at his head, yell at him, throw something… it’s like that. Calm to furious; sad to violent.

Harry, in this private moment, allows a shudder at the thought - but then, furiously, violently, shoves it into the back of his head.

This isn’t his argument. For once - it’s not his fight. He should - he would, but Harry… Harry knows Hermione’s upset with Ron for kissing Lavender, and maybe, perhaps, just slightly, he things there’s an irony to that - to her being upset with that, when she’s jealously upset with Ron for being jealously upset about her kising Viktor - but also -

Ron doesn’t… Ron doesn’t know that, Harry thinks, just as Hermione doesn’t know that’s why Ron’s upset with her. And it’s not - Ron didn’t resort to… that.

And Harry - Harry doesn’t want to get between Hermione’s wand and her - target.

And he hates this - but.

That goes for when the target is Ron, too.

(The thing is. He flinches enough when people he doesn’t know very well move suddenly towards him, he moves quickly away enough when people he doesn’t like get near his personal space - he doesn’t…. he doesn’t want to associate his near-sister with - with…

With that.)

Lavender watches with a frown as Hermione stalks past, and not a few moments later the door opens and -

“Ron!” She exclaims, and hurries to his side. They aren’t dating yet - god, they’ve only shared the one kiss! They’ll be dating soon, she’s got plans, but not quiet yet - but, ohmygod -

“Ron!” She repeats, horrified, as she gingerly picks up his hands by the unblemished skin - what’s left of it, anyway - and holds his arms up for inspection. He’s bleeding - holes and cuts and slices… and are those feathers?

“What happened?” Lavender asks, gently pulls him away from the door and towards an alcove, as she takes out her wand. “Episkey,” She says, and the wounds don’t close. “Episkey,” She repeats more forcefully, and Ron hisses, but the wounds do stop bleeding a little. It slows down, anyway. “Sorry!” Lavender cries out quietly, for any pain she caused, and hastily puts away her wand. “We should take you to the hospital wing - what happened?” Lavender repeats, looks up into his (dreamy, ohmygod, I kissed Ron Weasley!! Focus, Lavender, are you really thinking about that now? He’s hurt, God-) eyes and pleades with her expression for him to tell her.

Lavender’s not stupid - she can totally figure it out on her own; Harry would never attack Ron, and besides, his conjouring could do with some work, plus, he’d want any wounds he inflicted on his best mate to be fixed stat and whoever’s magic caused this doesn’t want that - so…

That leaves Granger.

(There’s a spell with your name on it, I swear, Hermione- If you did this to not just my boyfriend but your best friend -)

Lavender had never particularly liked Hermione Granger, she’ll be the first to admit that. In their first years she’d been bossy and wouldn’t talk with them about much, and then she closed off after becoming friends with Harry and Ron, and then she was petrified for most of second year so Lavender never got a chance at a better second introduction, and then third year rolled around and she was so tired Lavender didn’t want to bother her, and then she had the gall to say what she did about Lavender’s rabbit and then Lavender really didn’t like her, for reasons that should be obvious, and in fourth year she was distracted and Lavender didn’t want to be friends with her anymore, and then in fifth year everything went so terribly that Lavender was just focusing on keeing her head above water -

And now. And now.

“I don’t -” Ron starts, falters, as he looks down and seems to realise what happened to his arms - “I don’t need the hospital wing,” He says. “And it’s -”

“If you say fine I swear -” Lavender lets go of his hands and places hers on his shoulders, shaking him lightly, “Ron, please. Think! You’re hurt, please, just - just tell me.”

“It’s not that -” Ron shrugs, uncomfortable, and Lavender lets go of his shoulders. A little hurt, but.. well, she hasn’t gotten to the 'get to know each other well and learn that it’s great to divulge secrets to one-another, go communication and sharing!’ stage of her 'woo Ron Weasley’ plan yet, so. She gets it, though… in his place - well. Lavender supposes she can’t claim to know what she’d do, if she were attacked by say - Parvati.

God, she’d be in shock forever.

For. Ever.

Maybe she should skip the 'reaffirm and solidify physical attraction’ portion of the plan?

“Okay,” Lavender says. “Okay. Just… let me bandage some of the worst ones, please?”

“… yeah, alright,” Ron says. Lavender smiles at him, and - he smiles back, a little small and a little forced, maybe because he’s still shocked that one of his two friends just attacked him.

Probably. That sounds most likely.

… Lavender doesn’t think this lightly, but. Bitch.

Lavender carefully links fingers with him, because they managed to mostly escape being diced up, and slowly walks back to the common room with him. Hopefully, by the time they arrive, Hermione will be back in bed or long gone, the latter much prefered, because Lavender isn’t sure what she’d do if she came across Hermione Granger any time soon.

Ron and Lavender re-enter the common room not long after Hermione walked in, walked upstairs, and slammed her dorm’s door.

“Fucking hell,” Someone mutters. “What’d you two get up to?”

Lavender glares at the seventh year, and clutches Ron’s fingers - not his hand, Ginny notes, absently, as she stares in confusion at the mess of Ron’s arms - protectively.

“We didn’t do anything, not that it’s any of your business,” Lavender says, and Ginny feels a suprirsing uptick in respect for the girl.

“Alright, whatever,” The guy says, and then he leaves the common room. The parties died down; the disappearance of Ron and Harry and Hermione and then the rest of everyone who was pairing off or getting tired had left the place quiet a bit quieter than when Ron and Lavender had last been in there - and made their entrance that much more of a scene, Ginny thinks.

“Scram,” Ginny says, loudly, as she stands. Some people look at her. “I said scram,” She repeats, threateningly, and the rest of the people in the room do, as she places her hand on her wand and glares at them.

She might find it funny when mild misfortunes occur to her brothers, she might find it amusing to tease them - but if her brothers are hurt?

No.

“What happened?” Ginny demands, and walks over.

Lavender pouts slightly; obviously, Ron hadn’t degined to tell her. Yet.

“Just…” Ron shrugs. Ginny narrows her eyes at him. “Am I going to have to ask Hermione? Harry?” Ginny asks, and Ron -

winces.

Ginny frowns, and notes Lavender’s glare in the direction of the girls’ dorms.

Ginny looks back at her brother. “What happened?” She repeats, more warily. At that moment, the portrait swings open, and Harry steps into the common room. Ginny rounds on him, because if nothing else, she can ususally expect Harry to defend his friends from harm. “What. Happened.” She demands, slowly, and gestures with her wand at Ron’s arms.

“… Hermione.” Harry says, and it’s - strange. Like, even to his own ears, he can’t believe what he’s saying.

The thing is. Ginny… Ginny kind of can. Just a little. Marrietta’s got permanent scars - physical retribution, because that spell wasn’t preventative, just punishment, that’s… not beyond Hermione’s… ideals, morals, or whatever that falls under, Ginny thinks.

If she thought Ron had betrayed her in some way? Even though they’re best friends, even though Hermione likes him and you’d be dumb not to notice Ron likes her back (which proves they’re both very dumb, at least when it comes to romance, Ginny thinks)… you know, Ginny… Ginny can’t not see it.

That’s a daunting thought. That - realisation. Ginny signed that contract, too. How had the curse - because it’s a curse, only curses can leave permanent, unable to be healed magically, scars - worked? Did it count anyone that hadn’t signed the sheet being told about the DA as betrayal? What if Ginny had wanted to invite someone new to the DA that she trusted? Would the curse have affected her if she’d told them about it in order to invite them, or did the curse somehow differentiate? What if Colin had told his dad, who surely wouldn’t have been untrustworthy; would he have been branded a 'Sneak’? Or little Dennis?

Ginny couldn’t be sure, she supposes, so she pushses that line of thought aside for now.

“Hermione?” Ginny repeats. It - it sounds ridiculous to her own ears. Hermione, who had been friends with her brother for six years; who had been by his side through most every dangerous adventure during that time; who had a crush on him; who was one of his two best friends - she did this?

Hermione - who can be casually, accidentally cruel; who does, Ginny admits, hurt people with magic; who has, Ginny knows, done so before…

“Oh.”

“Yeah, well.” Ron says, gruffly - embarrased, Ginny thinks. Humilliated. Upset. Maybe a little - or, well, no, a lot betrayed.

But mostly… this - as much as Ginny teased him, teases him… this was his night. His victory. This shouldn’t have happened at all, but, today of all days?

“I’m tired,” Ron says. “G'night,”

“Good night,” Ginny echoes. Ron stomps off, and Harry, who shares a dorm with him, trails after. He’s hesitant, Ginny thinks, which is - very unlike him.

But then - Harry just witnessed…

Oh dear Merlin.

“Fuck,” Ginny says. She looks at Lavender, who’s frowning worriedly, chewing at her bottom lip. Anxious and concerned.

“D'you wanna stay in our dorm tonight?” Ginny asks. “The others won’t mind.”

“… Thank you,” Lavender says. “I just - I don’t know what I’d do. She did that to won-won…”

Ginny refrains from commenting on that atrocious nick-name, and grimaces. Because… yeah, she’d probably curse Hermione if she saw her right now.

“Yeah, okay, come on,” Ginny says, and leads the way.

Harry stares up at the canopy of his bed when he wakes, and doesn’t move until he hears the room empty of other people. He takes his time getting ready for the day, because if he doesn’t then he’s going to have to choose who to sit next to at lunch - most assuredly, Ron and Hermione won’t be speaking for a while, and Harry’s going to have to choose a side.

Again.

Harry’s tired of this. He’s so tired; tired of their arguing, tired of their fights, their mutual jealousy, tired - tired of something so quietly terrible that he didn’t quite realise until Hermione literally caused conjoured canaries to attack his best mate.

Harry rather likes Hermione - but he likes Ron more, if he’s honest, and yet…

He can’t pick Ron’s side, because, right now, Hermione’s, well -

Volatile, a quiet voice whispers in the back of his head. Keep your head down and your mouth shut, her mood will pass. So will his.

Because Ron’s bound to be angry now, too. He got the shock and the sadness part out of his system last night - now, his upsetness is going to manifest in broody, moody anger, and just when Harry had gotten him back to high spirits again.

Harry closes his eyes. He squeezes them shut and counts, quietly, for a bit, before he gathers his wits, squares his shoulders, and heads down into the common room.

Notes:

#ronweasleydefensesquad #youdon'thurtyourfriendskids #that'seitherassaultorabusedon'tdoit #harry'sanabusedkid;thatshouldhavebeendealtwithatsomepointbutwassteadfastedlyignoredandihateit #jkcancatcharockettospaceidon'twantherheretohurtthesecharactersanymorethanshealreadyhas

VIVI’S COMMENTS:

Oh my fucking holy shit goodness of fuck this is PERFECT.

Like, goosebumps. Through the whole thing. Fuck yes.

Oh, Lavender, Lavender was FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. I love her so much. She’s adorable and so, so clever too. Gah, I’m practically rooting for Ron and her to stay together, and I’m not a big Ronvender shipper! See what you did to me?!

That was a flipping masterpiece. KEEP IT COMING!!

#submitted #submission #fanfic rec #fanfic recs #hp fanfiction #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley #lavender brown

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hogwartsmc · 5 years

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One more curse to break.

Drabble : friendship

Words: 2341

(Mc is a hufflepuff, her name is Lucie, it's her point of view.)

-Guys you need to help me!

She came to a stop at the table her friends were having breakfast at, taking a painful deep breath. She had come running as fast as she could from the hufflepuff dorms and now her lungs felt like they were on fire.

-What's wrong? Ben asked, obviously panicked.

-It's Rowan! She breathed deeply.

-What happened? Is she hurt? Badeea inquired in concern.

-Worse! She's reading!

They all stared at her in silence. The utter stupidity of her words were baffling.

-I don't get it. Barnaby chuckled nervously. Isn't that what she always does?

-We live with her and you just realised that? Penny raised an eyebrow.

-Its different! Lucie huffed and puffed. She was still out of breath. I think it's a cursed book!

Ben gasped at her words. Tulip and Jae seemed to have suddenly gotten interested in her story. Barnaby seemed uneasy and the rest just looked at her skeptically.

-Do you have any reasons to believe the book is cursed? Charlie finally asked.

-She can't put it down!

-Well.. Bill tried to find a way to phrase it nicely. She kind of always has a book with her. Did you never realise?

Lucie sighed deeply. If only she could breathe properly, she could explain what she meant. Now they just thought she was as dumb as a rock.

-How about you sit down, calm down a little and then explain yourself. Tonks offered.

Lucie nodded and sat next to Jae. She focused on her breathing and after a couple minutes she felt better.

-Ok, i'm good. She signaled.

Her friends turned to her once again.

-She's been reading this book for a week now. And we all know how much of a fast reader she is so that's already one thing that doesn't make sense. Second, she reads during class and doesn't listen to the teachers.

-That is weird! Badeea exclaimed.

-Also, when i woke up in the middle of the night because of my insomnia, she was reading again! And the same book she'd been reading all day!

She could see her friends were a bit more receptive now. But they didn't seem to understand the urgency of the situation yet.

-And this morning, she was reading again. And i asked her if she'd slept and she just hummed.

She made a dramatic pause. Looking her friends in the eyes.

-I was looking for a way to get her attention. So i told her i had pictures of Bill shirtless.

Bill choked on his toast.

-And she didn't even bat an eye. Lucie continued, undisturbed. I'm really worried guys!

-Rewind a bit there. Penny said.

-You have shirtless pictures of Bill? Charlie frowned.

-That's not what matters. She rolled her eyes.

-Yes it does. Bill screamed out.

-You should have showed her shirtless pictures of Barnaby. Tulip sighed.

-Yeah he got more pecs! Tonks nodded.

-Am i even hearing this right now? Andre said dejectedly.

-You didn't take those pictures in the Gryffindor dorms right. Ben clutched the front of his robes.

-I know some people who'd be interested in paying for these pictures. Jae hunched closer to her. If you’ve got some snaps of Charlie and Barnaby too that could have it's worth.

Barnaby shrugged, seemingly clueless while Charlie turned a deep shade of red.

-Guys? Lucie called them, jaded. I don't actually have pictures of Bill! I'm not a pervert.

Bill sighed in relief and the rest just let out a silent oh.

-It's good to know you're not a stalker. Badeea solemnly said.

-Why didn't you ask for pictures of me? Andre asked Jae, indignantly. I'm a catch!

-As i said. Jae calmly explained. I personally know people who'd be interested in those pictures.

-I would. Tulip confessed.

-Lucie, you're one of these people aren't you? Tonks winked.

-What? Why would i pay for pictures that i took, that'd be so dumb!

-Not the most outrageous part of the story Lucie. Penny pointed out.

-I can't believe no one would buy my pictures! Andre sulked.

-I can't believe anyone would buy mine! Barnaby stated, eyes wide.

-Jae, you can't sell compromising pictures of people. Bill howled. That's an invasion of privacy!

-Well i don't actually do it, but as Lucie had pictures i thought i'd be nice if i could profit off of it.

-You still had the intent to and that's just as bad!

-Guys, Rowan! Lucie reminded them. We need to stage an intervention to sneak on her, pry the book off of her hands, burn it three times and then cleanse her soul.

-What was the last part? Badeea asked.

-Cleanse her soul?

-Yeah… why?

-Because she was cursed! You can't just obsess over a book like that, for no reason, all of a sudden. No book is that good! Even Lord of the rings!

-What now? Bill shot her a confused look.

-It's a muggle trilogy, i was reading it and she got curious so i lended her the books. Ben explained in an apologetic tone.

-That's right, those three books that were meant to be one by its author are masterpieces. Way better than those stupid Lockhart books people read, which proves we can only benefit from living along with muggles! They have the best of culture and entertainment! Queen, Tolkien, The Beatles, Jacques Brel and so much more that i can't think of right now!

Silence.

-Anyway. She cleared her throat. Who's got any ideas on how to save Rowan?

-I say we grab her and stuck her head in cold water.

-To snap her out of her trance or just for the heck of it, Tulip? Penny accusingly asked.

-I was trying to help! Tulip shot Penny an offended look. At least i'm doing something, unlike that one over there who's staring at his freaking sausage!

Lucie couldn't help a snort from leaving her lips. Her friends all had amused looks on their faces, aside from Charlie who looked positively horrified.

-I meant the one on his plate. Tulip added. Just in case…

-You ok there, Charles? Bill smirked.

-I'm fine! Charlie half-screamed.

Lucie bit her lips to keep herself from laughing and further embarrass the redhead.

-So should we stick with Tulip's plan or what?

-It can be plan b. Penny said.

-We should try and see if we can distract her from her book in some other, nicer way. Andre said.

-Come on Bill. Tonks sighed. Take off your shirt.

-Not funny. Bill groaned.

-I was thinking of asking her to explain to us the political context of the Goblin Rebellion. Andre cocked an eyebrow. But that may be a better idea.

-What? Bill choked on his juice this time. No way!

-Ooh! Naked Bill! Tulip exclaimed.

The students around them turned to look over at their table. Merula who was sitting at slytherin's table shot them an aggravated look before shaking her head. Liz, who sometimes hung out with them, was sporting an amused expression.

But the best part was the seemingly disappointed looks on a couple students’ faces at the sight of a fully clothed. Bill.

-They are people who'd be interested! Lucie said in disbelief.

-Oh for god's sake! Bill let out a frustrated sigh.

-I'm surprised they're so many girls who have yet to see you naked. Penny pensively said.

Bill glared at her and Penny just shrugged. Not impressed in the slightest.

-They probably want a souvenir to remember the good times by. Charlie smirked.

The eldest Weasley reached out for his wand but Badeea stopped him.

-Don't. I need to immortalise this moment.

-Why?! He asked in frustration.

-There are so many emotions at play. Badeea dreamily said.

-Ok, naked Bill is a really nice idea. Lucie said, ignoring the latter's furious glare. But we want to get Rowan out of her obsession, not get her into another one. So i say, we go with Andre's idea. If it doesn't work we use Tulip's plan.

-Ravenclaw rules! Tulip exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

-Not at quidditch. Charlie said smugly.

They spent the rest of the day trying to catch Rowan between classes but as soon as the bell rang, she disappeared.

But their chance came as they made their way to the great hall to eat at noon. She was discussing fervently with Nearly-headless Nick and didn't realise they were there until Barnaby and Bill grabbed her arms.

-Wha.. Rowan couldn't finish as her friends were dragging her to the nearest closet.

Once they were all in, Badeea locked the door and they all turned to Rowan. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was opened in confusion.

-What are you guys doing? She finally screamed at them. I almost had a heart attack. You can't sneak up on people like that!

-Where's the book? Lucie demanded.

-What? Rowan looked around, even more confused than before. Do you mean your brother's journal?

-No your book! Lucie dramatically said. The one you can't put down, even during class. We know it's cursed.

Rowan gaped at her. What was Lucie on about this time?

-Not everything's cursed… You know that, right? Rowan asked softly.

-I know, but that book is! Otherwise, why would you turn down naked pictures of Bill!

-What?! Rowan let out a shriek, her cheeks reddening immediately.

-They were shirtless pictures! Bill screamed out. And they don't even exist! He quickly added.

-Adds a little spice to the story. Lucie calmly said.

-Why would i even want to see that! Rowan shout in a high voice.

-Heu… Curiosity? Tonks tried to help Rowan out. But she just groaned and hid her face in her hands.

-Just give us the book! Tulip tempted.

-My book is perfectly normal, it's a simple story. Rowan protested, her cheeks flaming red.

-Then you won't mind us taking a look, right?. Andre intervened.

Rowan let out a frustrated groan.

-I don't want to!

-Why not? If it's a regular book, we'll let it go immediately. Charlie tried to reason with her.

-No way! Why do you believe Lucie and not me?!

-Yeah they didn't. Lucie cleared out. But i had compelling evidence. I had them beg on their knees for forgiveness.

-Don't say that so seriously, i almost believed you. Barnaby complained.

-You were there though Barnaby. Penny raised an eyebrow.

-That's what's creepy. He nodded.

-Now i'm anxious. Ben shivered.

-You are all out of your minds. Rowan made a move to get out of the closet but all her friends were in the way.

-We just want to check the book, make sure everything's fine. Penny softly said.

Rowan sighed as she crossed her arms on her chest.

-If we're wrong, we'll make it up to you. Ben said.

Rowan glared at her friends before reaching for the book inside her bag. They held their breath as she lifted it up. Lucie reached for it, catching it with the tip of her fingers, trying to minimize contact.

She was taking a dramatic deep breath, readying herself to open the book when it was snatched from her.

She turned to Penny startled.

-”Moonlight Stroll” Penny read aloud.

-What? Andre asked, dumbfounded. It's a romance book?

-”An epic love story between a handsome werewolf and a young girl so beautiful she could be a veela.” Badeea read over Penny's shoulder.

-Oh god, these werewolves love story are so stupid. Tonks rolled her eyes.

-You worried us for this?! Jae turned to Lucie, unamused. A stupid romance novel.

-It's not stupid! Rowan defended her book, cheeks red.

-I can't believe you turned down shirtless Bill for that. Tulip shook her head.

-Can i get my book back now?! Rowan glared at them.

-No! Lucie sent the book flying away. Penny, Badeea and Charlie had to crouch down to avoid getting hit.

-What are you doing? Bill shot her a confused look.

-The book is trying to fool you! It has the appearance of a bad quality soap opera romance novel. Rowan groaned. But it has a hidden hypnotic message..

-Of course it does! Ben groaned. That way you buy all the sequels and the author makes a ton of money. Even muggle books do that, it has nothing to do with magic or curses.

-Oh.. Lucie said. Really?

-What a waste of my time. Jae sighed. No pictures. No cursed books… Although we could do something about the pictures.

-Get out of here! Bill got pissed.

Jae shrugged before doing as he was told. They all followed him out, there was no point in them staying any longer in the cupboard.

Bill went on his way, groaning. Badeea and Penny excused themselves as for Andre and Barnaby, they left for the quidditch pitch.

Lucie got the book back from where she tossed it and gave it back to Rowan with an apologetic smile.

-Sorry. She tried. I was being a total shithead.

-It's okay. I know you meant well. Rowan shyly smiled. But you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

-Rowan. Lucie frowned. The summary sucks too.

-Everyone reads it, even old ladies! Rowan reddened again.

-Yeah well, old ladies have a weird craving for soft porn. Tulip said.

-What?

-Just my grandmother then. Tulip shrugged as Tonks was laughing so hard she tripped on the carpet.

-It's okay Rowan, i'll lent you “Lord of the rings”. Lucie put an arm around her friend's shoulders. There are three books.

-They're not yours to lend. Charlie laughed

-It's okay. Ben shrugged. She loves them so much i can't take them back.

-Are there dragons in them?

-No. Ben paused. Although there's one mentioned in the book that takes place before the trilogy. But he's not exactly the hero…

-Does it talk? Charlie excitedly asked.

-Yeah he does. Do you want me to lend you the book?

-Yeah, that'd be awesome.

-You guys should really give a go to romance books you know.

Rowan's words were met by a long silence.

-You guys suck. She sighed.

-But you still love us. Lucie laughed.

The end

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unicornprincessinthetardis · 6 years

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My (often relatively reasonable) dad: ...so Enoch Powell was right, what he said has happened.

Me: and you don't think maybe he could've said it without inciting racial hatred and literally saying that in time the rivers might run with the blood of 'native' British people because of immigration, do you?

My dad: no, you're being ridiculous, it had to be said, and there really are areas of cities that are majority black or Muslim now so he was right in his predictions, and it didn't change how things were anyway

Me: *goes away to calm down and read up on the 'Rivers of Blood' speech*

[I already knew some of this but here's a précis for those unfamiliar: in April 1968, in Wolverhampton, UK, a Conservative MP, Enoch Powell, made a speech, about the proposed 'Race Relations Bill' (which subsequently made it illegal to refuse housing/ employment/public services to people on the grounds of race/colour/ ethnic & national origins).

The speech was strongly anti-immigrant, calling for 'voluntary re-emigration' and for moves to be made to stem the tide of immigration, else Britain would be 'overrun' and sooner or later white British people would find themselves fully second-class citizens, and that in some ways they already were. He also talked about a "tragic and intractable phenomenon which we watch with horror on the other side of the Atlantic", which I take to mean immigration in the USA to the similar end of white people no longer being in charge - which in 1968 was so far from the truth, and just horrible baseless fear-mongering, playing on people’s xenophobia and racist prejudice - and compared pro-immigration/anti-discrimination newspapers to the ones that had denied and hid the rise of fascism and threat of war in the 1930s. Plus, he talked about a constituent of his, a woman who lived on a street that had become occupied by mostly black people, who lost her white lodgers and complained to the council for a tax rate reduction because she wouldn't take black tenants, and instead basically got told not to be racist, and presented it as a bad thing that she'd been treated like that.

The speech's common name comes from a phrase he quoted from the Aenid (because he was also a Cambridge-educated classics scholar), 'I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood"', although he just called it 'the Birmingham speech' and seemed to be surprised by the uproar he caused.]

Me (to self): So it didn't change things did it? How do you explain the attacks against nonwhite people where the attackers literally shouted his name and repeated his rhetoric? Oh, they would definitely have happened if he hadn't made that speech, wouldn't they? And the British people of foreign descent who were so afraid they might be removed from their lives just for not being white they always had cases packed to go? And the fact that experts says he set back progress in 'race relations' by about ten years and legitimised being racist/anti-immigrant in the same way UKIP and some pro-Brexit types have done within the last few years here (fun fact: immediately after the Brexit vote, people were being racially and physically abusive to visibly Muslim and/or South Asian people, telling them to leave because of Brexit, which was of course extreme nonsense because their presence would be nothing to do with the EU, and more likely the British Empire and the Commonwealth, but they were doing it because it seemed suddenly okay to be openly racist, because Nigel Farage and his ilk, and a legally non-binding vote surrounded in lies, said so) and others have done elsewhere, in the US and Europe and Brazil and so many other places.

Powell was interviewed about the speech in 1977 and stood by his views, said that because the immigration figures were higher than those he had been 'laughed at' about in his speech, he was right and now governments didn't want to deal with the "problem", were passing it off to future generations and it would go on until there was a civil war!

He also said he wasn't a 'racialist' (racist) because he believed a "'racialist' is a person who believes in the inherent inferiority of one race of mankind to another, and who acts and speaks in that belief" so he was in fact "a racialist in reverse" as he regarded "many of the peoples in India as being superior in many respects—intellectually, for example, and in other respects—to Europeans." (I mean, I know I can't hold him to our standards but a) that's still racism and b) he did think that mankind was divided into very distinct, probably biologically so, races, which, yes, normal for the time, but the whole 'each with different qualities and ways in which they were better than others' is iffy)

Me: *goes back to Dad to make my point and definitely not get upset* So here are some things that literally happened as a consequence of the 'Rivers of Blood' speech...

So even if he was correct to say what he did (I mean, he wasn't but you have to tiptoe around Dad and I had points to make), he shouldn't have said it the way he did

My dad: so you think the truth should be suppressed? You're only looking at this from one perspective (he thinks he knows better because he was alive at the time and my brother and I weren't despite the fact that we're both into politics and history and, y'know, not into scapegoating, behaving oddly, and laying blame because people are different to us - he and mum also have issues with trans people and we're trying so hard to change their views/behaviours but I'm not sure it's working & that's a whole different story) and there are these areas that really are Muslim-only (because informal lending and wanting to keep the community together is such a crime, right?) and they don't integrate and want to impose Sharia law (only he couldn't remember what it was called right then) and you don't know what it's like (he is an engineer surveyor and travels all over to inspect boilers and cooling systems and all sorts of stuff, and this includes into majority-Black or -Asian (Muslim and otherwise) areas in Birmingham - which is not a no-go area for non-Muslims, I'm a deeply agnostic white woman, it's my nearest big city and I wish I went there more often but it's tricky as I don't drive, public transport is bad/inconvenient, and I have no friends to go with except depression and anxiety [which are worse 'friends' than the ones that I found out only liked me in high school because I always had sweets and snacks at lunch so when I got braces and my mouth hurt too much to eat much of anything which meant I certainly didn't have snacks, they dropped me pretty quickly] so apparently he's the expert on all such matters)

What I wish I'd said: *staying very calm* well, and that's your opinion, I'm going, I've got sewing to finish *leaves*

What actually happened:

Me: have you considered that they are able to buy up areas like that because white people leave because of their prejudice against the 'influx'?

Dad: they buy up great areas because they buy in groups (I think this refers to a sort of community lending thing to be compliant with various parts of Islam? [Please correct me if I'm wrong] which is effectively what building societies/credit unions were, at least to begin with, and he doesn't take issue with those) and want to stay together. Why do they do that? Sikhs don't do that, they buy big houses and aren't bothered about being close together.

Me: different religious ethoses? I don't know... But you do know that they people who want the UK to be a caliphate ruled by Sharia law are just a minority, and that most Muslims would not want that at all, just like you?

Dad: but they still do want it, and it could happen, if there was a charismatic leader,

Me: *incredulous* you know it's about as likely for that to actually happen as for strictly Orthodox Jewish people to be able to make this country into another Israel, right? Besides, there are the police, and the armed forces, and intelligence agencies, not to mention the Government and civil service (thought I'd got a win there, he hates the unchanging upper-class-public-school-Oxbridge nature of the people who effectively really run the government, constant no matter the leaning of the elected party, but no) who have a vested interest in preserving themselves in their current state so would be able to stop anything like that

Dad: yes, but the cutting of funding to police and public services means they might not be able to stop it (I realise now that he's oddly economically left-wing but also really quite socially conservative in some ways)

Me: *getting angry* but it's still an absolute minority, most Muslims would be horrified if it really did happen, and have you ever considered that maybe they wouldn't be so ill-disposed to us and to integration if we didn't demand it of them the moment that they arrive, demand that they assimilate or go away (he often uses the phrase "yes, but they're in somebody else's country, they should make an effort") and maybe young people wouldn't be so easily radicalised and people generally mistrust the people who don't try to understand them, you know, want them to change everything about themselves (for instance, Dad is violently opposed to the burqa etc and not really a fan of the hijab - still doesn't get that it's a choice and people can do what they want because apparently 'anyone could be wearing one of those things' - burqas/niqabs, I presume - and that it must all be forced because who would possibly choose to dress like that - I have half a mind to show him those sites about Christian modest dressing (one was a shop and a lot of their range was pretty cute!) that I once found, just to see if that'll prove to him it is a choice thing) *tries to leave*

Dad: *angry* You stay there and listen to me! You're just looking at it from one perspective and that's not the truth, you're so biased and closed-minded, you only look at things your way!

Me: *furious* Really? Really? Am I? *Scoffs/incredulous exhalation* I'm closed-minded, am I?... *Storms out, shouts as I go* I'm not the one who said Enoch Powell was right!!

This is all heavily paraphrased, because I've been writing this for literal hours now and I was angry and don't remember well at the best of times, it may have been worse than how I'm writing it

Also, going to be tricky to patch up but right now I stand by what I said, because I know my perspective is limited, but at least I actually admit that and try to find out what people different to me think, rather than basing all my opinions and things on my own experiences which can't be universal, as he seems to

Other bs my dad said during the two conversations: "don't get so upset about it, it's only history" (which is bold, considering it was the 50th anniversary this year and he was literally 11 years old when it happened so probably saw/heard news coverage)... "Yes of course far right groups use 'Enoch was right' as a slogan, it doesn't mean anything"... Reiterating the 'nothing changed' thing multiple times... Dismissing the fact that Powell said there'd be a civil war because apparently just because the British/Europeans were aggressive conquerors anyone else who came in numbers anywhere would eventually have that aim and how ridiculous that view actually is... Dismissing the fact that Powell basically incited racial hatred and violence with the inclusion of an irrelevant Classical phrase which spread fear on all sides...

I could go on but I'm so tired and don't want to make myself more upset

I love my parents but I really don't like them very much lately but I don't know if I just put up with it or leave sooner or later and if I do leave I don't know where I'd go because no friends

Basically I'm so sorry for my parents' prejudices which I'm still trying to unlearn myself - I apologise wholeheartedly to all Muslim and Jewish people and honestly pretty much everyone they're prejudiced against

#personal #personal post #my ramblings #my rambles #ramblings #rants #my rants #family #british politics #politics #rivers of blood #enoch powell #religion #anti-immigrant sentiment (not mine #i'm so done #and so alone #i just want a friend #and ideally an income of some description #but if i register for jobseekers' allowance/universal credit i will have to try all the time to get jobs of all kinds and i don't know what #i want to do/am qualified to do/can do bc potent cocktail of autism/anxiety/depression/no self-esteem/perfectionism/home situation #im just horribly stresssed and worried about everything and mum won't go to the doctors about her failing physical health to spite me #and dad has the cheek to say don't worry!! oh thanks i'd never thought of that before!#mum had an ovarian cyst when i was a kid & she didn't go to the dr till it was so bad she could hardly walk so she was in hospital for week #and it could've been dealt with so much more easily if she'd gone earlier so i'm so scared it'll happen again #i mean i'll be able to look after us if it does happen again which is good bc grandparents absolutely can't now #anger #very long post #long post #islamophobia tw #racism tw

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