First, I wanted to say that I love love love your Harry Potter fics and what-ifs! thank you so much for writing them :) And I also wondered if you ever written what if the Dursleys had refused to take Harry in?
When Petunia Dursley refused to take Harry in she forfeited his birthright protection, so Dumbledore took the baby to the safest place he knew: Hogwarts.
The applicable staff (mostly just… not Snape) took Harry in on a rotating schedule as he grew from baby to toddler to child. They traded extra credit for babysitting among the older students, and Harry grew up knowing a few dozen different laps that were safe and warm to nap in.
This was a Harry who grew up among books, among old transient walls and learned professors. They gave Binns night duty sometimes, and let him talk young Harry to sleep. This was a Harry whose world changed, on principle, daily. The stairs moved. The walls became doors. You had to keep your eyes open–you had to pay attention. So he did.
He grew up in a school. Knowledge was power, but knowledge was also joy. This was his sanctuary. There was magic in his world from birth.
“The castle will keep him safe,” said Dumbledore, when McGonagall came into his office to complain for the eighth time about Albus’s rather cavalier take on child-rearing. “That’s what it does.”
“Then why do we bother with chaperones ever,” McGonagall said, tempted to shriek it. “Should we let all the children run about willy-nilly at all hours, or just the orphan waifs?!”
“He’s not a student. He’s a ward of Hogwarts. It will take care of him, Minerva.”
McGonagall walked off fuming. A cat with spectacle markings followed Harry almost constantly from ages three through four. At some point McGonagall was far enough behind on her paperwork, and had seen enough suits of armor carry the kid back to his room, enough draperies lift off the wall and tug Harry away from edges, and enough stairs creakingly shift their slope for his tiny toddler legs. She gave a grumpy sigh, stole some of Albus’s lemon drops, and resigned herself to a magical world.
The Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower, didn’t really like boys but she liked children. She especially liked patience, and politeness, and Harry had been raised by McGonagall’s stern table manners, by Victorian portraiture and quite a few House Elves. He said please, thank you, and ma'am, and as a child he was very cunning in how he got bedtime stories and bedtime snacks out of most every adult he met.
The Grey Lady told the best stories, you see, the ones with riddles in them. You had to think and ask questions to get all the way through them. So he hunted her down with big patient eyes and plates of very smelly cheese, and she told him stories that made him think.
When Harry was stable enough on his feet to walk, and then to run, Sir Cadogan would race him through the castle, the knight scattering banquet tables and galloping across landscapes, twisting through the abstract gallery up on the seventh and a half floor. Harry stumbled and sprinted up stairways and didn’t notice for years the way Cadogan waited at the end of corridors for him to catch up.
Harry was a chubby-legged toddler, in this world–cute cheeks and stubby limbs. It’s a cute image, yes– but this is important. He was a chubby kid. He ate in a high chair on the teacher’s dais, getting peas and mashed potatoes on the adults beside him– Sprout laughed. Snape didn’t.
But this is important–Harry filled his plate. He wobbled up on little legs and grabbed biscuits from the table, slurped his soup, got marinara sauce on his chin and forehead and somehow behind his ear. When he was hungry, he ate. If he snuck down to the kitchens at night, it was for the adventure of it and nothing else. When he was hungry, he ate.
When he was four, they started letting him go sit down with the students. Bill Weasley, on route to be a prefect next year, took him under his wing and scrubbed his face down after meals. Harry was passed around the Hufflepuff table; theirs was the House Common Room he most liked sneaking into, with its barrels and cozy warmth. Nymphadora Tonks turned her nose a dozen different shapes to make Harry laugh, gurgling, as a toddler (and then a child) (and then for the rest of her life, honestly–it never stopped being funny).
The whole Ravenclaw table got distracted from meals, trying to solve riddles from a book one of their Muggleborns had smuggled in.Harry pushed his fork through his gravy, trying to draw out his thoughts but only making squiggles.
It was years before Harry sat at the Slytherin table for the first time–no one had ever set him down there, like they had with the others. But he liked green–it was the color of Professor Sprout’s greenhouses, where he went and napped sometimes in winter. It was the color of his mother’s eyes, from the little book of moving pictures Hagrid had given him when he was three.
All the Slytherin kids seemed big, but everyone Harry ever met seemed big–except for Flitwick, who was seeming smaller with every growth spurt. He leaned forward, teetering on the bench, and grabbed a chicken drumstick. “Hi,” he said, because he’d had a childhood full of tea parties with high portrait society– the French nobility and the tired housewife from the third floor and an old witch with her sleeve on fire but very particular table manners. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?”
By the end of the meal, they were flicking peas across the table with their spoons, like catapult projectiles. Harry had been unwelcome in so few places in his life, after he’d left 4 Privet Drive, that he simply didn’t expect it. He asked Warrington, a Slytherin with shoulders like a bulldog’s, to help him with the juice, which was too unwieldy for his kid-sized wrists. Harry sat there blinking, smiling, until Warrington took the jug and poured him a brimming glass.
a lot of minimalism blogs/youtube channels are directed at older people with houses and jobs, rather than students living with their parents going to and from school; but that doesn’t mean minimalism can’t be for students/teenagers too!
I thought I would write some tips and tricks for being a student minimalist and why it’s worth a shot:
1. cook with friends rather than buying takeaways or go for walks instead of sitting inside watching films. make the most of the time you spend with friends (and spend less money while you’re at it)
2. stop scrolling and turn off notifications. I’ve switch off all notifications on my lock screen (except for essentials like text) and have muted all non-essential chats so I only have to know about them if I have chosen to go on my phone for that purpose. this is a really easy way to get rid of distractions
3. practicality > aesthetic. I agree that colourful beautiful notes are lovely but they aren’t necessarily worth your time. use your time effectively and don’t rewrite pages of notes just because you had to cross something out and now it’s ‘ruined’.
3. trade your busy life for a full one by doing one thing at once. learn to focus on one task at a time and give it your full attention. this isn’t just about studying, but also about social events. if you’re meeting a friend, spend the time with your friend, not on your phone. devote yourself to each thing you’re doing and plan your time
4. remember: just because its on sale doesn’t mean you need to buy it. just because you have money doesn’t mean you need to spend it.
5. say no. its easier to take back a no than it is to take back a yes. don’t feel obliged to sign up for everything and do everything for everyone. put yourself first and don’t feel guilty
6. try the hanger trick. hang all your clothes on hangers facing the same direction. twist the hanger around after you wear something. after a month, donate everything that hasn’t been twisted round to charity
7. cleanse your social media: unfriend people you don’t know anymore. unfriend people who are negative. delete the apps you don’t use. unsubscribe from channels/newsletters that no longer interest you. declutter your online life
8. cleanse your real life relationships: stop spending time with people who put you down. end your unhealthy relationships. be honest with people you care about. put yourself first
9. record your favourite show or watch netflix. avoiding adverts frees you from the endless cycle of always wanting to have the next big thing
why it’s worth a try:
1. teaching yourself to switch off from social media and learning to spend more quality time with people face-to-face is liberating
2. everything is easier when you have a clear(er) head. having less means you have less to worry about
3. you’ll save money surprisingly easily. the money you spent on takeaways or shoes you thought you needed because everyone else had them can be put towards bigger things that will make you happier e.g. travelling or can be saved for the future
4. you can focus on your mental and physical health more when you aren’t distracted by your phone buzzing all the time and aren’t basing your happiness on keeping up with the latest trends
N.B. don’t expect to ‘get’ minimalism overnight. I definitely still haven’t cracked it. start small and slowly implement minimalism into different areas of your life. figure out what works and what doesn’t. minimalism is personal so there is no ‘right’ way of doing things.
just because minimalism can be about having less, doesn’t mean you have to throw away your beloved book collection. if it makes you happy, keep it; if it doesn’t, let it go.
What if Deku actually had the quirk to steal other quirks? (Villain Deku headcanon)
Purely villain deku? I think that’d be an interesting thing to see, is it literally if he wants to steal someones quirk he can, like permanently and for as long as he uses the other is basically quirkless until Deku stops? We need a bit of realistic (whatever realist means in Bnha) ness here. I think Deku would be outcasted like in canon except this time he would be bullied way more, Kacchan wouldn’t touch deku but he would definitely hurt him with his explosion quirk more.
Im putting it as Deku making physical contact and wanting the quirk not just the quirk activating on its own. So when hes young and amazed by Kacchans quirk Kacchan pushes him or something and his hands start making little explosion, when Kacchan sees this he gets angry and tries to use his but finds it doesnt work. After They freak out and such Kacchan gets his quirk back but he’s still creeped out that someone was able to take something from him that made him well himself.
I think Deku would try really hard to be a hero but everyone would tell him he does nothing but bad (similar to how people feel scared being near Shinsou cause of his quirk) eventually unlike Shinsou though he starts believing it. HC that in this his father leaves him because of his quirk, a child that can steal your quirk no thanks. His mom tries to be supportive but flinches whenever he tries make contact or hug her. I think he would still take notes on heroes but eventually find it much easier to steal quirks and use it to his advantage.
Lets say he gets into Yuuei somehow (steals and uses other peoples quirks, those people failed, Deku felt no sympathy) but hes not put in class A-1 heroics but in the general department. (Hero Teachers were wary of teaching someone with a stealing quirk ability to use it for something) so of course Deku is pissed, he wanted to be a hero but even the pros thought he was a freak. Kacchan avoids him when they walk back home, so he doesnt notice when Deku is grabbed and dragged into a dark alley. There he mets, you guessed it Black Mist (we all know Shigaraki would freak him out and that would get the VA nowhere so BM went instead)
Surprsingly it didnt take much persuasion, talking about how everyone is against you and your family spilt because of you can really change a persons path. Deku would still be in Yuuei just not as a hero obsessed student, hed be a spy. Hed take notes of everything that happens that he can find in Yuuei and report it to the VA. He makes friends with Shinsou of course and Neito weirdly (apparently copy cat quirky and hating class A-1 kids gotta stick together)
Since only Kacchan and Eraserhead (since he refused to have Deku in his class) know his face and such he is unable to help out much during the Breach with 13. He’s to take notes on each students quirks and report back. It doesn’t work out well since he gets caught in the fighting (stupid lackeys not knowing he’s helping them, he’s also wearing a Yuuei training outfit soooo) he’s dropped off where Todoroki and Hagakure are, he’s surrounded but saved by Todoroki who didn’t know there was a another student here but cmon he’s not going to let the kid get killed. Its weird since for once someone saved him without hesitation (during the sludge incident All Might was hesitant to help Deku after seeing his quirk in action to get the sludge monster off) Deku is taken by Todorokis ice quirk and immediately recognizes him as Endeavors son, however instead of being amazed hes a little bitter on the top 2 hero, which Todoroki is taken back but slightly pleased and very curious as to why. He noticed Hagakure (just cause her face is invisible doesnt mean her training clothes are), When All Might is fighting the Noumu, Deku slips away without anyone really noticing (except Todoroki but he’s preoccupied)
After the whole thing, where Deku was found to be excused from class (thank you Shinsou’s quirk, the boy never noticed his quirk was stolen) to be there and scolded. He did however gain an in with the Class A-1 kids, thanks to Todoroki being a bit worried and talking to him which caused a few other students to talk to him Hagakure clung to him since he talked to her during the incident a bit. Thats all i got for now Sorry this is long!!!! I got really into it
Morning classes? Maybe. Take it from someone who had to wake up for a 7:45AM class for two out of the three terms of my first year; they were the worst parts of my day and incredibly stressful because I would end up sleeping through them when I was particularly sleep-deprived. However, they were nice in that they kind of made me a little more self-disciplined; I had to finish my work by midnight cause I would be dead the next morning if I wasn’t. If you’re a night owl, try to schedule classes post 9AM; your life will just be a lot less miserable.
Make sure you have a break for lunch. I usually try to have an hour of downtime between classes early afternoon, so that I can fit in the gym and lunch. My reasoning is that you’re probably not going to be very productive during that hour unless you have immediate work due the next period, so just use it to take care of yourself. Eat, exercise, and take a moment to breathe between lectures.
Don’t do all the readings. This sounds bad, but I have taken (so many) reading intensive courses where I would have 200 pages due the next day. This is impossible to do if I want to be a healthy human being. A lot of the times, professors will have a main idea they want you to take away from a reading and will just add a lot of supplemental material. If your reading material is particularly dry, it’s going to be the worst and most time-consuming struggle to get through because your eyes will glaze over and you’ll find yourself rereading the same sentence over and over to fully comprehend what it means. Instead of doing that, first grasp what the main idea is by reading the headers, find the key details associated with the idea that links it to other main topics of the course, and store a few examples of what’s been mentioned. All of this can be done by a mixture of skimming and looking at chapter summaries and specifically reading a few paragraphs.
Use SparkNotes. Use CliffNotes. Watch the movie version, the miniseries, whatever it is. Use Khan Academy, Crash Course, WHATEVER. You might be thinking, “This is college! There’s no way for easy cop-outs!” And yes, you’re partially right. If you’re in a literature course, you should absolutely read the material you’re given; however, sometimes, it’s not possible or even necessary to read everything. I had a class that consisted of three papers, to be written on three different novels - two of the papers were assigned to specific books, but the last one was a free-for-all. There were eight novels total that we had to get through. It just wasn’t smart to sit there and read all eight novels with equal intensity. Yes, read all eight if you can, but if you need to supplement your reading with SparkNotes or the movie version or whatever, do it.
Participate in discussion. How much you talk matters in college. If you’re a shy wallflower, talk to your professor about your inability to speak up in class, because if you sit there and let other students reign over the discussion, that’s your participation grade going down the drain. I learned this the hard way in my first two classes - my final grades were significantly lower because I just couldn’t speak up in class. Professors are usually nice and can understand when you’re introverted, but becoming part of the discussion isn’t just good for your grade; you’ll be able to contribute your perspective to a dialogue about a subject that you’re most likely interested it. Isn’t that what college is all about?
Preview + review. In specific regard to classes, use the readings + assignments to predict what the professor will lecture on for the next class. Obviously, just doing the work will help you preview; however, keeping conscious note of what you’re doing will help you identify questions and topics of interest that you can talk about during the actual class. This all ties into the previous three points of reading smart and participating. After the lecture, try to resist the temptation to just relax your brain completely and do something else. Stay in the “lecture” mode for a few more minutes and go over what you just did in class. This will cement the information and help you SO MUCH when it comes time to cram for midterms and finals.
You’ve probably heard it a thousand times, but GO TO OFFICE HOURS. Professors love it when you come talk to them; they get to know your name and put a face to your tests and assignments and also talk your ear off about the subject they love.
Of course, don’t just force yourself to go there and stand awkwardly in the doorway without a question just because you heard you need to. Times you should go: first week of class, when you can drop by and casually say, “I just wanted to introduce myself!” Most likely, the professor will want to chat with your about what your expectations are for the course and what you want to do with your life. And then you should go whenever you have an issue with your homework. Go before midterms and finals with all of the questions that pile up while you cram. Score brownie points and get better help on something you might be confused about. Win-win.
There’s probably going to be an interlude of time between classes and your extracurricular meetings + dinner. USE THAT TIME TO FINISH WORK. A lot of stuff happens in the evenings that make you tired and ready to curl up in bed after you come back to your dorm/home. If you buckle down and concentrate during those few hours before meetings and dinner, you will feel sooooo much better for the rest of your day.
Go to class. This should be self-explanatory. But seriously, go. Do you find the class useless? Still go. The professor will remember you, even if it’s a 150-person class.
Take good notes during class. Also self-explanatory. If you find that your notes don’t feel sufficient because your professor is the type of person to go all over the place in their lecture and you zone out, compare notes with someone in the class. Compare notes with multiple people in the class. Record the lecture if you have to (but ask the professor beforehand! Because intellectual property rights exist and that’s actually really important!!!!). Make study groups where you compare notes and listen to recorded lectures together. Do what you have to to make sure you got the most out of the actual class sessions - and then supplement it with your readings and outside research. I know a lot of people say that writing things down with a pen and paper help retain information more than typing things down - but honestly, this is just a personal preference. If you prefer typing things down, go ahead. If you prefer handwriting, go ahead. However, if you do decide to use a computer, please make sure you aren’t surfing the web when you should be paying attention. I know I’m guilty.
Sit in the T-Zone. This zone is basically the first row and the aisle seats. The professor looks at this area the most during lectures, and this is where he’ll see you the most. Even if you don’t like sitting in the first row, grab an aisle seat so the professor can see that you’re actually engaged in the class. Also, you’ll fall asleep less if the professor sees you.
Don’t do everything. It’ll feel like everyone is doing everything and you should be doing more, but that’s really not the case. It’s a given that this isn’t high school, so no one expects you to have five clubs and two sports on your application - and also, this doesn’t actually help you on your resume unless you come away from the activity with a skill that makes you more valuable as an employee/human being. Stick to things that you actually really like and feel that you can grow in - and then really stick to it, so you can say you actually did things instead of being a half-hearted member.
Try to assess what you can take away from an activity if you do end up joining. Have specific ideas about your role in the club/extracurricular and what you’re contributing and taking away, mainly because you’ll be expected to talk about this in the future if you have it in your resume.
Get started on applications early. Surprise surprise, applications do not end with college apps - that’s only the beginning. You have to apply to literally everything in college, from clubs to internships to study abroad programs. What I like to do with a lot of my applications is have specific answers ready; a lot of applications will ask similarly generic questions about your abilities and goals. Considering you’re in college, I’m also going to take for granted that a lot of the activities you’re applying for have a similar theme, so that should make the job easier. Save your answers so you can use them the next time you have to fill out an application; all you have to do then is restructure them a little so that they fit with the specific question being asked.
Before submitting an application, go and talk to a person face to face about it. You’re naturally going to have questions about a program if you’ve decided to apply to it. Instead of just stewing over them alone and then submitting an application, go see the person in charge. This helps SO MUCH in the long run, because they’ll have a face in their mind when they finally read your application. Most likely, the meeting you have with them will include not just your questions, but also facts about yourself that they’ll ask naturally. This helps. This helps you get in, this helps them stay impressed.
Make a resume. Do you have a LinkedIn? Go make one - and go make an actual resume. Resumes are kind of a pain in the ass, but they’re completely necessary and will be useful for you if you want to keep track of all the stuff you do over the years. There are so many resources for you to make resumes on the internet AND most likely at your school. Find the Career Services at your school; they can offer comments on your resume and will provide actual, personal help.
KEEP UP WITH EMAILS. This is so important because adults get SO annoyed with non-responsive college students. Emails are weird because they’re simultaneously really easy to do (just type out a few short polite sentences!) and also really hard because of the implications behind them. However, adults send a million a day, so your email probably doesn’t have the same gravity to the head honcho/mentor/adult you are emailing as it does for you. Don’t stress too much about it, and just send. Nothing gets down if you don’t email first, and nothing gets done if you don’t respond. Adults are especially impressed if you’re a fast responder - again, this helps with brownie points.
Get friendly with the adults. Please, for the love of God, interact with adults who are mentoring your club, your boss at work, or wherever else they might be. They are not there to judge you, you are still in an institution of learning where your capability is still seen as relatively low and nothing more is expected of you. That means adults aren’t going to expect you to be amazing and talented, which means you can literally just show up and open your mouth, and that’ll be enough to impress them. So DO THAT. Talk to adults, smile and say hello when you see them, get them interested in you and who you are. These people have these jobs for a reason - don’t just be another anonymous face that passes by. It helps so much when adults have a good impression of you.
Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.
Okay but why do only like 2 people in the whole Wizarding World know that Voldemort’s real name is Tom Riddle and why didn’t someone (Dumbledore) think to casually let slip that a celebrated Hogwarts student is now a homicidal terrorist going by a different name
Based upon: On the first day at your new school, Hemlock Grove High, Roman spots you from afar, watches you and decides to pursue you. However, he has little luck once he realizes you’re not into short flings. He stops spending time with other girls entirely, making it clear to you that he wants more.
The move was daunting and she could not say that she wasn’t scared for her new life. She knew that coming from Washington would be quite a shock, but nothing could have prepared her for being new to the school; Hemlock Grove High School, as they so originally named it. She was to live with her Grandparents from now on, grateful to leave her old life behind.
“Thanks for the drive.” She smiled sweetly at her grandmother.
The old woman’s eyes crinkled as she smiled back, “Have a nice day sweetheart.”
The girl closed the car door and headed to the steps that lead up to the main entrance.
She adjusted the white strap of her flowing sundress nervously as she watched the other students, each seemed to know each other well.
She stood near the main doors studying her schedule; English, American History, Anthropology and Biology. She glanced up casually, only to be met by the striking eyes of a boy across the field. He was leaning against the biggest tree on the property, taking slow drags of his cigarette. He looked every bit superior, his nice clothes, way he leant against the tree and his expression as he took in the girl in front of him.
A soft breeze blew through the courtyard, lifting her skirt to her mid thigh. She grasped her skirt with her free hand and bit her lip subconsciously. Unknown to the girl, he smirked appreciatively. Roman Godfrey wanted her, therefore, he would have her.
She scanned the long hallways in search of her locker. After a couple of frantic minutes, she found her locker and a boy with long brown hair standing beside it.
She gave him a quick smile before turning to her lock, her fingers fiddling with the dial.
“I’m Peter.” The boy beside her said, offering his hand.
“Y/N.” She replied, shaking his hand politely.
“I’m new here. I take it you are as well.” He stated.
She blushed, had it been so obvious?
“Everyone seems to huddle together in their little groups.” He laughed.
“Everyone but one. I saw someone smoking by himself by the big tree in the front.” She explained.
“Hm. Maybe he’s a loner?” He wondered.
She pulled her tote higher up her shoulder.
“No.” She started abruptly, “Its weird. He seemed… mysterious. Anyways, what do you have first?” She asked.
He peered down at his schedule, “English, you?”
“Same! Good.” She laughed.
The first bell rang, sending students bustling through the halls.
“Let’s go.” Peter said, shutting his locker and twisting the dial.
The two got to English to find half of the seats available. Peter said down in the middle of the class and she took a seat beside him.
Slowly, the class began to fill. The teacher sat at her desk, typing on her laptop.
“Look! Cass, Roman is in our class!” The blonde girl to her right whispered excitedly to her friend.
“I heard he’ll be in charge of Godfrey Institute next year!” Cass whispered back to her friend.
She looked up to find the boy who was watching her outside. He sauntered past the gawking girls to a seat diagonally behind her. If she wanted, she could see him perfectly from the corner of her eye.
The girls both giggled.
Peter looked over and mouthed: “Him?”
She turned her head in his direction, “How’d you know?” She breathed.
“Oh, you can tell.” He whispered.
She rolled her eyes and eased back into her chair.
When the teacher had her back turned, writing the reading list for the semester, Peter leaned over to her and whispered, “He’s staring at you.”
She brushed her hair back from her ear and snorted quietly, “Yeah, right.”
“No, seriously. That guy watches you like a hawk.” He whispered, lips right by her ear.
She placed a hand over her mouth to hide her soft laughter as she nudged Peter playfully.
Roman Godfrey did not like that at all.
She left the cafeteria that her and Peter had lunch at to head to her third period class on the second floor. So far, it wasn’t too bad but she had Peter and she supposed that made a great difference.
The stairwell at the far end of the school was basically deserted. One young looking girl rushed down the stairs quickly, a grade nine she presumed. But that was all.
As she made it to the top of the first flight of stairs, she glanced up, smelling smoke. Of course, no other than Roman Godfrey was perched on the railing on the top floor, taking drags from another cigarette.
He took the cigarette from his lips and blew leisurely into the ceiling and his whole body relaxed against the beige wall behind him.
She gripped the dark wooden banister and watched him. He took another drag, blew another breathe of smoke. Drag. Exhale.
When he blew out another breath of smoke, he looked down and saw her standing a few flights down. Hurriedly, she rushed up the stairs to the second floor.
She walked through the barren hallways looking for a washroom. So far, it wasn’t too bad being the new kid. Peter and a couple of girls in her classes had been really nice to her.
She spotted Peter leaning against a washroom door, ear pressed right on the opaque glass.
He didn’t hear her coming until it was too late.
“Seriously Peter?” She asked, a bit confused by her friend’s action.
She shook her head and pushed the door open.
“What are you talking about Pe-” His hand clapped around her mouth and she was shocked.
She heard moans, laboured breath, then silence.
“Run!” Peter whispered, taking her hand in his.
The pair’s pounding footsteps sounded through the halls.
“Oh god!” She exclaimed when they rounded the hallway. “Who was that?”
“Godfrey. I’ve learned he has a reputation around here.” Peter explained, taking a deep breath.
She scoffed. “For what? Giving girls oral in the bathroom?”
He scratched his head. “Not just that.”
She was beginning to grow very suspicious of Roman Godfrey.
The next day went by smoother. She avoided Roman like he had the plague, spending most of her time with Peter and forcing herself not to give him even a simple glance. She spent English editing Peter’s homework, lunch eating with Peter outside, American history with her friend Scarlett and Anthropology with Emily, Josephine and Rose.
On her way to Biology, her way was blocked by a massive horde. Sighing, she began to push her way through the group of bodies. What was going on?
It wasn’t until she got to the middle of the group did she notice an extremely tall girl with jet black hair and bandaged hands sitting on the floor. She heard the names they were calling her, how they were making fun of her. She acted.
“Are you kidding me?” She announced, looking at the two boys who were doing most of the talking.
“What’s it to you?” The shorter one asked.
“Yeah. What’s up? You fucking her brother?” The other teased.
She got closer to the two boys.
“First, I have no idea who her brother is. Second, you need to leave her alone.” She sneered.
The girl was crying softly and Y/N left the boys to bend down beside the girl.
“Hey. Don’t listen to them. They’re a bunch of idiots.” She promised the tall girl.
The one eye she could see looked up at her, surprised and grateful.
“Like hell you don’t. She’s a Godfrey.” One of the boys hollered.
Her body stiffened. She was not going to let the whole student body think she was Roman’s latest girl.
“I am not fucking Roman Godfrey.” She declared, sending daggers with her eyes. “Why is it so hard to think that people can be… I don’t know… Nice?” She finished cooly.
Some of the people started to leave and momentarily, she thought it was her doing. That was until she saw Roman tearing through the crowd, his eyes full with hatred, tall body stiff.
He looked down to see her sitting with his sister, her lips parted.
“You’re going to kiss him. Now.” Roman demanded of the boys, his hard eyes never leaving theirs.
“C'mon.” One pleaded.
Instantly, the two boys kissed and then ripped apart as if the others touch would kill them. With that, the boys ran off and the crowd dispersed entirely.
“Are you alright?” She asked his sister.
She gave a short nod and began to type on her phone.
“Thank you.” The automated voice said.
The girl smiled at her.
Roman wasted no time, bending down on the other side of his sister and bring her in for a hug. He brushed her hair softly and whispered into her ear.
“Shelly.” She heard briefly.
She could not help but think she was seeing a whole other person. She liked this Roman.
He looked up at her, still running his fingers through Shelly’s hair, and she held his gaze. She breathed deeply at his expression, he was thanking her.
When he pulled away from his sister, she said: “Illegitimi non carborundum. Don’t let the bastards grind you down.”
Shelly smiled widely at this.
“Do you want a ride?” He called, his red car coming up beside her.
She bit her lip, contemplating his offer. She could walk home, she did yesterday.
“Sure.” She caved.
She tossed her tote into the backseat before opening the passenger door. She sat down and Roman sped off.
“Thank you for helping Shelly. Those assholes always mess with her.”
She looked over at him and smiled. “It’s no problem, she seems nice. No one deserves to be treated that way.”
He watched as her long hair blew back in the wind. He was head over heels for her.
“I like you this way.” She said softly.
She blushed when he looked at her and she felt that she needed to explain.
“You don’t even need to try. It’s really nice to see you being effortless. It’s… attractive.” She finished quietly.
She saw he almost smiled.
“How about coffee sometime?” He asked.
“Sure thing Godfrey.”
Maybe with her, he’d take it slow. After all, he wanted her.
okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.
okay, so - an au where.
an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?
qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.
it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.
so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.
but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.
here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.
ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.
when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.
he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.
You wish you could see his eyes. You can’t help but feel as though they would tell you something; is he disappointed, excited, nervous? You pray that he isn’t disappointed. You can’t help but feel as though you’re plain looking, you’re not ugly, but not exactly pretty. Then there’s the anxiety. As your mind begins to go through all the possibilities, you can feel yourself getting worked up, as your breathing begins to quicken, until suddenly you’re in his arms.
He’s sat down on the pavement, and pulled you into his lap. He’s cradling you gently, so that you don’t feel closed in; and from the way his arms wrap around you, the way they stay lax and still give you room, you can tell he’s been where you are. As the adrenaline fades, you allow the first few sniffles to come, as your breathing begins to slow down and return to normal.
His hand rubs your back, and that’s the first telltale sign for you. You don’t like people touching your back. It creeps you out, makes you squeal, and it’s just genuinely unpleasant. But with him, it feels good, relaxing almost. As you pull back, you wipe at your eyes and then wince.
He notices, “You scraped your hands when you fell.” His voice sounds tired, but it’s smooth. Determined.
“Yeah, not my most graceful moment.”
He gives you a small smile, “Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of falls a lot worse than that.”
You smile at each other in awkward silence, until he sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Red Robin, your soulmate, apparently.”
You take his hand a bit nervously and shake it once, before saying, “I’m Y/N, college student.”
He smiles, before letting go of your hand and pulling up the sleeve of his suit, you stare at your words there, before reaching out and allowing your fingers to skim over them. Then you realize what you’re doing and quickly pull back your hand, as the heat rises to your cheeks.
His fingers grip your chin and turn your gaze towards him, “I wanted you to see them. That way when we meet in real life, you know it’s me.” You stare at him, and you fear the faint sound of police sirens. “Someone must have called the cops. It’s not safe for me to reveal everything here in the open.” You nod, a bit dumbly, He smiles again, “I’ll find you in a few days, and then we can meet for real. I’ll explain everything then.”
Then with one last look, he’s gone, and the cops rush over. It’s a long night of filling out police reports before being escorted back to your dorm. The mortification you feel as everyone stares at you is enough to have you buried under your covers for the next twenty-four hours.
You sleep, skip class, and do your absolute best to not think about the fact that Red Robin is your soulmate, or wonder how exactly he’s going to find you. You fail miserably at the last two. In fact, by the time the twenty-four hours are over, you’ve convinced yourself that he wants nothing to do with you, and that you’re going to die old and alone with three cats.
At some point, you decide you need to move on. So you drag yourself out of bed, and to the dining hall. You load up on stuff that you KNOW isn’t good for you before making the trek to class.You do your best to focus on your professors, while trying not to dwell on the amount of work you’ll have to get done this weekend. By the time the day is over, you’re feeling more exhausted than you should.
In fact, you’re so exhausted that you nearly miss the gaggle of girls whispering. You peer around them to see what they’re staring at. It’s a good looking boy. He’s dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee-shirt. He’s working on a laptop, and has a large cup of coffee with him.
Then, as though he feels you staring, he looks up and makes eye contact. When he smiles you look away, and do your best to shuffle further into the dorm past the front desk, when all of a sudden you hear him say your name, “Y/N wait a minute.”
You don’t want to, but you do, without meeting his eyes, you turn to face him. He stops in front of you, and you can feel the gaggle of girls looking at the two of you, “I’m Tim Drake, we met the other night.”
You stare at him puzzled, until his scrunches both sleeves of his tee-shirt up, in the most nonchalant way you’ve ever seen, to reveal the same words, your words, from the other night. You stare at him for a minute and he only say grins and says, “Told you I’d find you.”
Our contract doesn't include desks and chairs? What does it include?
the beginning of September I and 5 other friends moved into a student
house, the house underwent a lot of work over the summer and for some
reason, they decided we didn’t need desks or chairs anymore.
Naturally we were surpised that they didn’t provide us with these as
were students, so we went to the letting agents to see if we were going
to be getting them. The letting agents threw the contract at us saying
“It’s not in the contract so you won’t be getting them”, we were annoyed
but it wasn’t too much much of a problem as half of us had our own we
could bring and the others just went to IKEA to get some cheap ones with
the money we got back on rent as the house wasn’t ready until two weeks
later than we were told.
If we had have been given the desks and chairs we wouldn’t have
looked at the contract, but as we were annoyed we took a look and what
do we find? A dishwasher and a tumble dryer! I’ve always wanted a
dishwasher. There is nowhere that this dishwasher easily can go, and so
the petttiness begins.
Back onto the phone to the letting agents to inform them that the
dishwasher and tumble dryer which are in our contract aren’t in the
house. They say they’ll speak to the landlord and let us know, they come
back almost instantly saying the landlord is willing to compromise and
buy us desks and chairs for the rooms, the tumble dyrer, but not the
dishwasher. We’re having none of it, we’re getting that dishwasher.
Several phone calls later and they finally agree we are getting one,
the order has been placed and it will be arriving in a few days.
Brilliant, they had to plumb it through the downstairs toilet in the
conservatory/outhouse place (which is next to the kitchen), drilling two
holes through the wall into the conservatory as they even managed to do
So there is was, our dishwasher. And the best part, we’ve only ever used it once in the last three months.