At 3:05 am, Izuku did something he hadn’t done in the last
He logged out of his HeroForum account.
It was a forum he’d stumbled upon back in middle school, on
the recommendation of a friend-of-a-friend, and he’d lost four straight nights
of sleep that first week digging in deeper and farther to what it offered. He
dug until he was commenting on All Might
Quirk Theory threads that were three-years-dead, until he made a name for
himself almost overnight as an overwhelming bastion of hero trivia.
The forum had only grown in the meantime. It blew up at
every skirmish. It tracked hero movements moment by moment, pinning locations
and encouraging other members in the area to flock if they could. One time, it
was shut down for an entire week when a thirteen year old boy stumbled into villain
cross-fire while trying to follow the forum’s pin on the hero Momentum.
The HeroForum was Izuku’s everything for keeping tabs on the
world he loved. Even after meeting All Might, even after his acceptance to UA, “MightyBoy64”s
presence didn’t falter. In fact, Izuku fantasized about the day that he, as a
pro hero, revealed himself to be in charge of the MightBoy64 alias. He fantasized
about how loyal fans and avid readers would burst to learn one of the forum’s
biggest names had gone pro through UA.
Izuku now tucked those fantasies away in the back of his
mind. Embarrassed, or ashamed, or maybe just disgusted.
At 3:05 am, MightyBoy64 logged out. And he would not come
Instead Izuku put his phone in his pocket. And he rose from
the couch in the Class 1-A dorm living room. He navigated to Shouto Todoroki’s
room, and he knocked. At 3:07 am, Shouto
“Can I come in?” Izuku asked. All the room’s lights were on,
a soft glow against the tatami mat flooring.
“Yeah,” Shouto answered. He didn’t ask why.
Izuku walked in, aimless at first, before choosing the wall
across from Shouto’s desk and sitting cross-legged on the floor, back leaning
against it for support. His phone burned in his pocket.
“I was studying for the English test Monday, but I can’t
practice dialogue out loud on my own,” Izuku said. He uncrossed his legs and
recrossed them more comfortably. “Are you busy? Want to practice with me?”
Shouto sat down again at his desk. He considered it. “Okay.”
Izuku’s fingers twitched, itched, possessed with the
subconscious desire to take his phone back out and consume the HeroForum posts
like a starved dog digging into fresh meat. He couldn’t help it. It was in his
Especially as the hero scandal of the decade was unfolding.
Whole forums had crashed under the weight of debate. And
HeroForum had swelled to near bursting in the last 12 hours as more and more
fans flocked to gossip and argue and pry and wring forth every last drop of
information they could about the chaos unfolding in the hero world.
Affairs struck the hero world on occasion. Fights between
heroes and reporters, displays of public drunkenness, petit theft, public
indecency. Silly yarns of gossip that got hero fans through the day were the
This was the first time a hero had been arrested under the
accusation of rampant, violent child-abuse.
This was the first time a scandal had struck a hero whose
name was known to every breathing person in Japan.
And this was the second time a #1 ranked hero had fallen.
All Might only months prior in a battle that obliterated the last of his power.
And Endeavor now, shackled and jailed under allegations of
child abuse, felled by an accusation which had been filed by his own
up-and-coming hero son, who stated in his only public address that he just hadn’t
ever felt heroic enough before to do what needed to be done.
And the name Shouto
Todoroki exploded across every forum site imaginable. Izuku had seen it
all. Izuku felt sick to his stomach.
Clips of the televised UA Sports Festival were passed around
with fervor, every frame inspected for the sake of passing judgement on Endeavor’s
son. Every quirk of Shouto’s eyebrow, every shift of his eyes, every tilt of
the head—was it the body language of an abused child? Of a liar? Of an
attention-seeker? Of someone looking to destroy
his father and take his place in the public eye?
Fiery callous rants tore away at the character of Shouto
Todoroki; others dissected Enji Todoroki, and explained how from the very start
the man should have been pegged a monster. Threads hit their post limit.
Servers crashed. Fan sites of Endeavor came under storm.
“Midnight’s-Man-X” called it petty for Shouto to accuse the
father that he no longer lived with. “AllSuperFan100” lauded it as brave. “HeroMight12”
wrote a rant, 13,500 words in length, about how the state of the world could
not afford to lose another #1 hero so quickly, given how unstable the
environment had only just become, how many more lives may be at risk now, and
that it was ultimately selfish for Shouto to rob Japan of its #1 hero so soon
after All Might’s fall.
MightyBoy64 tried once, just once, to explain why Shouto had
done the right thing. Why letting his father cement his role as the #1 hero
would be wrong. Why Enji Todoroki deserved to face justice for what he did, in
the face of the overwhelming of evidence against him in the form of Enji’s own
meticulously-documented “training plan” which he had put Shouto through.
And Izuku had been too horrified by the replies to try to
argue any further. Because all of them, whether agreeing or not, did something
vicious to Shouto Todoroki. They reduced him to a character, a prop, a toy to
be tossed about and chewed over and twisted in favor their own political view.
Shouto Todoroki wasn’t real to these people.
And maybe, if Izuku had never come to UA, Shouto Todoroki wouldn’t
have been real to him either.
So he’d logged out, and forced the forums from his mind, and
sat now on the smooth ridged tatami matting, his fingers trailing along its
bumps. Izuku watched Shouto’s face, his scar thin and stretched at the edges,
his cheeks round and soft under the lamplight. His bangs were loose and messy,
as though Shouto had been running his fingers through his hair too often lately,
and his eyes were lined in a bruising purple, as though he were a real person
wrung through the stress of being reduced to a prop at the hands of millions of
“…Present Mic said we just need to hold a conversation with
him using 20 vocab words from this unit. I’ll start,” Izuku said. He pushed
himself higher against the wall, and he breathed in deep, thinking about the
English sounds he struggled most to pronounce. “Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?”
Shouto looked at him, silent a moment. Then answered in
Japanese, “Isn’t this unit on vacation activities?”
“I’m getting there.” Izuku leaned forward, more heart in his
words. “How are you feeling, Todoroki-kun?
Aren’t you tired?”
Shouto still hesitated, though not as long this time.
“No. I’m not tired.
“No, I’m not. I will
stay here with you, and practice English, so we will do well on the test. What
is your favorite ice cream flavor?”
Shouto looked down at his desk briefly. Izuku caught a
glimpse of papers that looked far too official for UA class notes. His eyes
flickered to the laptop open next to them, displaying a blank new tab, though the
row of tabs along the top suggested an endless cascade of news articles open on
Shouto eased the laptop shut, pushed his chair away from his
desk, and he stood. He moved to Izuku and lowered himself to the floor, leaning
against the wall, until the pent up tension in his shoulders eased, and the
back of his head touched the wall, and he breathed deep. His whole body became
something smaller, and more child-like, and more relaxed. The exhaustion in his
eyes became something just a bit less tense.
“I like chocolate ice
cream best, Midoriya-kun. How about you?”
I got tired of the submissions from people who are on good terms with the Crows, and appear to think that this is an easy thing to be. The Crows are just as frightening as the Gentry, in many ways. If you start to think of them as safe, or trivialise their regard by assuming you can buy it with minor things - scraps of food and respectful nods that cost you little to nothing - then you are going to have a very bad time.
Thus, as a public service; a trilogy of anecdotes:
The first thing they tell you about the Crows is this: Some say that if they love you they will lead you home, no matter how far you have wandered. But the crows do not love many.
Once, there was a student who paid faithful tribute to the Court of Crows. She offered food and trinkets at noon each day, and sang to them when the moon was full. She presumed herself safe, that she had bought the shade of their sheltering wings.
Then she watched as her roommate, her dearest friend, was Taken out from under one of the Crows trees. In her furious grief she swore revenge, but with summer break just around the corner, her friends thought she’d get over it. That she’d cool her head.
She came back with a shotgun, and a box full of neatly-stacked shells, and her friends and fellow students paid the price for it. Those were a bad few days. People lost friends.
No-one ever saw her again, or a body. But Jim from down the hall swears up and down the janitor came away with a bucket full of red water.
Do not anger the Crows. Do not presume their favour. It is theirs alone to grant, and they owe you nothing.
Once there was a student who took heed of the stories of the Crows. He left them offerings and read them poems, and this they tolerated, though they never showed him special favour.
He grew resentful of this lack, and stepped up his efforts. He bought them lavish gifts; outcompeting those who left them food or trinkets. He praised them during his breaks, striving to outdo those who simply nodded with respect. Every time they fluttered and shifted on their branches without gracing him with affection, his ugly fury grew.
Iron and salt stop only the Gentry. He found a feather on his pillow one morning, jet black and ragged-edged and stained with blood. Rather than taking this as a warning and a caution, he showed it to all who would look; let words boil out of his mouth that put form to what he felt he deserved. The next night, he dreamed of harsh croaks and cold air, and sharp beaks pecking out his eyes and tongue.
He woke up blind and mute, never to covet them again.
Do not insult the Crows. Do not try to buy their favour. It is not a thing to be sold, and you are entitled to nothing.
Once there was a student who was Taken by the Gentry. He laboured under Their affections until they released him into Elsewhere; uncaring as to his fate. Knowing what would befall him if he lingered, he searched desperately for a route that would lead him home.
A black shape took wing from the trees above him, and thinking himself safe, he sobbed in relief. He had always paid his respects to the Crows, and now he wept with joy and promised them much if they would lead him back to safer lands. More came, and he followed the ever-growing flock deeper and deeper down forest paths.
Eventually, he reached a clearing where the bare earth was dyed crimson. Human bones lay scattered on the ground, pecked clean of flesh. The flock settled all about him, and at last he remembered.
Not for nothing is a group of crows named a murder.
Do not rely on the Crows. Do not ask for their favour. They are neither safe nor tame, and they are bound by nothing.
Question can you do another Tom Holland imagine where the reader is on tour with newsies and lands a role on civil war so when filming wraps up in Georgia the civil war cast go and see the reader perform on newsies and Tom falls in love with her
Warnings: does poor character development count???
summary: your relationship with Tom only comes to light when he comes to see one of your performances on Broadway
It had been a long journey to the big screen, and you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d been to make it this far.
It was stressful at first, the juggling of auditions and performances every night. It had been months of self-taping audition cuts between matinee and evening shows as your fellow cast members watched from behind the makeshift tripod, cheering you on silently.
The call came in late May. Someone from Marvel had finally seen all of the videos you’d been sending for the past three months and asked you to fly to Georgia for two days to screen test with some of the actors the film.
Your decision was an easy one; all you had to do was send in your two-weeks-in-advance notice stating that you’d be gone for three days at the most, and then you found yourself in Atlanta, caught in a whirlwind of new people to meet and new lines to read.
That was the beginning of the end, you supposed. You used to just be the girl who ended up on Broadway, performing for nearly-full houses eight times a week, which you weren’t complaining about, but if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn’t imagine was the end of the line for you.
You had barely touched back down in JFK two days later when they called you again to let you know that you’d gotten the part, and can you start next week? And of course you said yes. How could you not? It was a minor role, but it was just the tip of the iceberg that was your future. In a span of a few short days, you had gone from the small town girl on a big city stage to a small town girl who’d soon grace movie screens across the globe.
The hard part was leaving your home behind. You’d lived in New York for four years; your parents had moved the family up to the city when you were fifteen and had booked your first show on Broadway. You spent most of your teen years busy with never-ending rehearsals and homeschooling in between.
When the show closed only months after its opening, you were fortunate enough to already have something else lined up, and from then on, you spent your time building quite an impressive resume. Four Broadway shows and three Off-Broadway were definitely worth noting, especially at your age.
When you were eighteen, desperate to feel a sense of independence, you went on the hunt for a new apartment and a couple of roommates. From there, you found Anna and Sam, two of the sweetest, most supportive girls you’d ever met, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have them in your life.
Six months ago, you booked the role of Katherine Plumber in Newsies, your first lead role, and it had, thus far, been the best six months of your life. You loved your co-workers, and you loved that you were able to do what you loved eight times a week.
That was why leaving was so hard. It was only two months, tops, but it would be two long months without the people you loved most in a city where you knew nobody, doing something you had never done before.
You had quite the send-off, though. Anna and Sam, along with your wonderful parents, surprised you with a party full of everyone you loved, which meant the little rooftop garden on top of your building was full of cast members, crew, close friends, and your immediate family, including your brother who’d come back from teaching in Korea just to celebrate you.
You complained at first, said it was too much for a two month endeavor, but everyone insisted that it was a momentous occasion (though you knew Sam would’ve made any excuse to use the rooftop garden for a party). The night ended with teary eyes and long, tight hugs all the way around and strict instructions from your show’s producer to come back home whenever you missed Katherine too much.
The next day, your roommates and your family accompanied you to the airport, all getting out to say goodbye and wish you luck on your new adventures.
“So. This is it then, huh kiddo?” your brother asked, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around you.
“Guess so. I still can’t believe this is happening. I feel like my life is actually about to start,” you mused, leaning into his body.
“You know we’re so, so proud of you, don’t you, sweetie?” your mom asked with a watery smile.
“Aw, mom! You’re gonna make me start crying again,” you pouted teasingly.
“She’s right, Y/N. We can’t wait to see where this movie takes you. We’ve always knew you would go so far,” your dad smiled, reaching over to rub your shoulder.
“Thanks, guys. It’s just gonna be so weird being away from home for so long. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you guys.”
“You’re gonna go be a star, just like we always knew you were, alright Y/N? We’re sad that you’re leaving, but it’s only two months! We’re all just a phone call away, and you know you can always come home when you need us,” Anna grinned, pulling you to her and into a hug.
“I love you guys,” you mumbled into her sweatshirt.
“We love you too, Y/N. Now get out of here or you’ll miss your flight!” Sam giggled, hugging you when Anna released you from her tight grip.
You hugged the rest of your family with one last goodbye, then turned to security, getting in line before turning back around to send one more teary wave back to your family.
When you arrived in Atlanta, you were catapulted straight into shooting and nonstop work that you barely had any time to think about how much you missed home. In the rare moments that you did, though, you found solace in your young costar, Tom Holland.
You knew he was like you, that he’d started in the show business at a much younger age than you, and therefore he’d know what it was like to have a spotlight on you at all times. He also knew how hard it was to be away from home. He was from England, much farther than Manhattan, and you had to wonder how he was able to cope with being so far away from his family for so long.
He was good at taking your mind off of the matters that plagued your thoughts, like whether or not everyone was missing you, or how your replacement was doing in Newsies so far, or if your brother was alright, all by himself in Korea. With a quick wit and a natural inclination for humor, he was your beacon of light through your stressful times.
You’d finished filming much earlier than him; his role was a bit bigger than yours- who knew Spider-Man would be such an integral part to the story!- so he had another few weeks before he was done, and then the filmed bits would be off to be put together into a coherent story.
He’d gone to see you off at the airport the morning after you’d finished filming, sending you off with a big hug and a promise to come visit before he had to go back to London.
It was three months after you’d gotten back You were twenty now, and back at Newsies, playing the role you loved and missed so much. Backstage was chaotic, as it usually was at half hour, but you sat in your cozy dressing room, the eye of the hurricane, listening to Bing Crosby croon from the speakers of your vintage turntable as you prepared for the show.
You were always one to prepare early; you firmly believed that the earlier you got in costume, the more time you’d have to get in character. You breathed deeply, your essential oil diffuser letting out puffs of lavender-scented mist as you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment of deep relaxation, one of the last moments you’d get before your fellow cast members started flocking to your room for last minute snacks or lozenges or cups of tea before the show began.
When the show began thirty minutes later, you got lost in the magic of the show, for once not worrying about what the audience thought of you. The stage lights did a great job of blocking the house from view, anyway. It wasn’t until intermission that you learned exactly who was sitting in the front row that night.
“Hey, did you see your friend out there?” Ben, one of the younger guys, asked, taking a long pull from his water bottle.
“Huh? Which friend?” you asked, distracted. You were trying to get the pin right on your skirt so it would hold the bottom up during your upcoming tap number.
“Oh yeah, that guy! The one you were filming with when you left us earlier this year,” Sky explained, stretching his leg out above his head.
“What? Who is it?” you asked, interest piqued. It could’ve been any number of people; even though Tom was the one you tended to gravitate towards during the shoot, you’d made friends with most of the people in the cast.
“I dunno, I just know that I saw him in the trailer for the movie,” Ben shrugged, setting his water back down on your coffee table. “Anyway, they’re about to call places, so let’s go.”
You grinned triumphantly at the fixed pin, but your mind ran with ideas of who could be in the audience. You were hoping it was Tom. He had promised he’d come see the show, after all.
You made it through the rest of the show with hardly any bumps, putting a little more pep in your step now that you knew there was someone special to impress in the audience. And if imagining Tom was the one sitting in the front row impacted your performance at all, nobody had to know. .
You were back in your dressing room letting your hair out of its pin curls when you heard a quick rap on your door.
“Come in!” you called through the bobby pins in your mouth.
“Hey there, love,” a sweet, English accent spoke from over your shoulder. You whipped around, forgetting all about your hair that was half curling wildly, and half still contained under a dozen more bobby pins.
“I was told someone I knew was here. If only you’d told me, I would’ve tapped a little harder for you,” you grinned, standing to give Tom a hug.
“You were fantastic, Y/N. Honestly. I had no idea you could dance like that. And your voice! My God, woman! Where were you hiding that all this time?” he laughed, pulling you off the ground to spin you around.
“Thank you, Tom. Seriously, I really appreciate you coming to see the show.” Your grin hadn’t slipped off of your face for even a second as he held you in his arms.
“I told you I would, didn’t I?” he asked, squeezing you tightly.
“Yeah, I just thought you meant that as a courtesy, not that you’d actually fly to New York to come see me!” you exclaimed.
“Hey, who said I was here for you? Maybe I’m here to see your pal Ben chomp on a cigar for two and a half hours straight,” he joked, eyes shining.
“Mhm, you know you love me, Tom,” you smirked, punching his arm lightly.
“Yeah,” he whispered, brown eyes boring into yours.
“What?” you asked, grin faltering.
“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “Seriously, somewhere between our deep midnight talks and stupid pranks, I completely fell in love with you and I didn’t realize it until you left. I knew I had to come see you somehow and tell you how I feel, but they kept me in Atlanta longer than anticipated. As soon as I was finished, I booked the first flight here.”
You smiled, reaching up to grip the the hand on your cheek with your own. You sighed, leaning into Tom’s body heat.
“You know, you have know idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Holland,” you smiled, then leaned up to capture his lips with your own.
It had fallen out just as Petyr said it would, the day the ravens flew. “They’re young, eager, hungry for adventure and renown. Lysa would not let them go to war. This is the next best thing. A chance to serve their lord and prove their prowess. They will come. Even Harry the Heir.” He had smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead. “What a clever daughter you are.”
His own Kingsguard, to keep him safe and make him brave. And no sooner did she tell Petyr her idea than he went out and made it happen. He will want to be there to greet Ser Harrold. Where could he have gone?
“You are in the Falcon Tower, Ser Harrold,” Alayne put in. Far away from Sweetrobin. That was intentional, she knew. Petyr Baelish did not leave such things to chance.
And best of all, Lord Nestor’s cooks prepared a splendid subtlety, a lemon cake in the shape of the Giant’s Lance, twelve feet tall and adorned with an Eyrie made of sugar. For me, Alayne thought, as they wheeled it out. The cake had required every lemon in the Vale, but Petyr had promised that he would send to Dorne for more.
He was her first partner of the evening, but far from the last. Just as Petyr had promised, the young knights flocked around her, vying for her favor.
Should she tell him what a good dancer he was? No, he’s probably heard that a dozen times tonight. Besides, Petyr said that I should not seem eager.
That almost made him stumble. “My lady japes.”“Oh, no.” Petyr will howl when I tell him what I said.
From the released TWOW Alayne chapter; Each instance Sansa thinks of Petyr Baelish. Note that they’re all positive, she refers to him solidly as Petyr rather than Lord Baelish, while showing that she’s coming to trust, admire and learn from him.
And this isn’t even touching on the part where she actively searches him out and they go walking alone arm and arm in a cellar, where he kisses her on the cheek and tells her she’s lovely, entrancing and bewitching as they scheme for her to seduce Harry for power.
A/N: For the sake of this story, the season is winter. If it’s not winter wherever you are currently, use your imagination.
Finally getting a break after suffering through a vigorous transfiguration lesson the previous day, you are currently roaming around Hogsmeade. The weather is light snowing, icy flakes kissing the exposed skin of your face, the rest of you bundled up warm in layers of sweaters and coats. Stopping in shops, people-watching, and buying a few cauldron cakes from Honeydukes- it was safe to say you’re enjoying yourself.
That was until you see a puff of grey and black fur in the distance, and the seven foot tall bear, menacingly looming right behind it.
You thought to yourself for a few seconds, “Is the small animal in danger?” and “is this really my problem, though?”.
“To hell with it”, you muttered to yourself as you broke into a sprint, straight for the quivering, greyish puff, and the massive bear that seemed to grow larger and larger to closer you got to it.
The bear was only a few feet away from the small animal when you got close enough to cast a spell.
“Avis!”, you shouted with authority in your voice, your wand aimed directly for the bear.
Your voice and your wand pointing at the bear caused the bear to cast it’s attention to you instead of the defenseless animal between you two, but this didn’t last long. Birds flocked from the forest, took note of the direction of your wand, and swooped in, taking turns pecking at the bear furiously.
The bear was successfully distracted, roaring and swinging it’s alarmingly large arms at the birds.
You took this as your opportunity, making a break for the dark, shaking ball of fur, and scooping it up in your arms. Taking a moment to glance up at the bear, only a couple of steps in front of you, you look up to see what appears to be hundreds of more birds flying your way. Maybe your spell was a little too successful.
This was a sign for you to make a break for it, running all the way from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts, darting through halls and plowing down staircases, until you arrived at the Slytherin commons.
Taking a moment to breathe after all that physical exertion, you dropped your eyes to the little grey & black ball of fluff cradled in your arms. Upon further inspection, you realize that this creature is either a dog or a wolf, and you’re not sure which one. It looks like a mix of both.
Suddenly, Chan and his two mothers, Jun & Minghao, walk in to the commons room, not paying much attention to you. That is until Minghao does a double take in your direction and shouts loud enough for the whole school to hear.
Minghao: “IS THAT A DOG???”
You now have the attention of all three boys, who hurriedly shuffle over to you and start cooing over the soft pup in your embrace.
Chan: “It’s so cute!”
Jun: “Hey, I’m more cute”
Minghao: “Y/N, if you don’t let me hold it I might actually cry”
You: “I know it’s very cute but I want to make sure it’s okay first. When I found it, a bear was about to attack it”
Chan: “A bear?? In winter? Shouldn’t it be hibernating?”
You: “I don’t know, it didn’t seem like a normal bear. It was malicious even when unprovoked”
Jun: “It could have rabies or something”
You: “Yeah, I guess it could have”
Minghao: “And you did what? Went barreling towards it? By yourself, too! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?!”
You: “If I let you hold the dog, will you stop nagging me like you do Chan?”
Minghao: “Oh my god yes, please give me him”
“It’s actually a girl dog”, you corrected him as you carefully passed him the little ball of floof.
After about a minute of straight cooing at the dog, you were about to demand her back, still being worried about her condition, when Minghao placed the dog back in your arms, looking somewhat irritated.
You: “Why are you so pissed off?”
Minghao: “I’m not pissed off, I’ve been pissed on. I’m going to go take a shower…”
Stifling your laughs for until he left the room, you, Jun, and Chan, burst out into hysterics as soon as Minghao closed the door behind him.
Jun: “He was so excited about the dog, too!”
Chan: “Apparently the dog was a little too excited about him”
As Minghao went into one of the communal bathrooms with showers, he heard soft, mid-range singing.
Minghao: “Joshua, is that you?”
Joshua: “Yeah, why?”, he said, stepping out of one of the showers with a towel around his waist. He looked at Minghao’s mysteriously wet shirt, and asked what happened.
Minghao: “Y/N found a dog, and it peed on me. I’m gonna go wash it off”
Joshua: “Y/N found a dog?! Can I go see it?”
Minghao: “Yeah, knock yourself out. They’re in the Slytherin commons, so make your way to the dungeons”
And that’s exactly what Joshua did. After getting dressed, of course, because showing up to the Slytherin commons half naked is an A+ way to guarantee getting yourself hexed by their Prefect, Jihoon. As a prefect himself, Joshua was not about to take that risk.
He hurried down to the Slytherin commons and knocked on the door, only to be greeted by the door swinging open in one fluid motion, and Jun’s broad figure leaning against the door frame.
Jun: “I normally wouldn’t let a Hufflepuff in the Slytherin commons, but since it’s you Joshua, it’s fine. Come on in”, he said in a hushed tone.
Joshua: “Why are you speaking so quie-”
Joshua felt a hand slapped against his mouth and took it as a not-so-subtle hint to stop talking.
Chan: “You can’t talk too loud, or you’ll wake them up!”
Joshua: “Wake who up?”
Chan points to the fireplace, where you and the puppy are curled up in a couple of blankets, completely asleep.
Chan: “When they rescued the dog from that bear, the dog apparently had been in the snow for a while, freezing cold to the touch. They wanted to make sure the puppy warmed up, but they’re so tired they fell asleep. But aren’t they cute napping together like that?”
Joshua is dumbstruck by the overload of info Chan just dumped on him, but all he can think of is how yes, you do look absolutely flawless relaxed in front of the fireplace like that. So entranced by the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breath, and how your eyelashes flutter ever so slightly, resting gently against your cheeks, Joshua doesn’t even notice Chan trying to talk to him.
Chan: “Joshua?? You there?”, he says, waving a hand in front of Joshua’s face, tearing his attention from you to Chan.
Joshua: “Did you say she rescued the dog?”
Chan then went on to repeat himself relay what you had told the Slytherin boys about your encounter with the bear and dog. Half way through, Joshua had to plop himself down in one of the cushy arm chairs, from pure shock. He had a few classes with you before, but never really had the opportunity to really get to know you outside of the classroom. Being shown how strong in character you are, he’s beginning to regret not taking the initiative to become someone you would care about.
Just as this thought is running through his head, you stir from your brief slumber, immediately sleepily searching for the dog, and letting out a breath of relief when you spot her snuggled up in your lap, safe and sound.
Still somewhat out of it from just waking up, it would be an understatement to say that the last thing you expected to see was Joshua Hong kneeling in front of you with the most heartwarming expression on his face.
You also didn’t expect him to talk to you so suddenly, so you didn’t exactly catch whatever he said.
You: “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
Joshua: “I was just wondering if I could hold her?”
You: “Oh! Of course!”, you agree, picking up the now awake and very excited puppy, and handing her to Joshua, trying not to look too obviously flustered when your hands brush his.
“Of course Joshua Hong would come all the way to the Slytherin commons to see a dog, he’s the softest guy in the woRLD”, your internal monologue rambles on to itself, making sense of the amiable boy in front of you, looking adoringly at the puppy, while you look adoringly at him.
While his attention is on the dog, you scan the room to try and find your Slytherin companions, but they most likely lost interest and left, Chan going to practice quidditch, and Jun going to do… whatever it is that he does. You still weren’t really sure.
You had just thought you were getting over your crush on Joshua Hong, when here he shows up, out of the blue, here to make you catch feelings again. At first you find yourself a little irritated at the sudden intrusion into your heart again, the first time being when you had classes with him before, but one look at him with that damn puppy and you know you’re hooked again. You might as well just let it happen.
Joshua: “Have you named her yet?”
You: “No, I haven’t. What name do you think suits her?”
Joshua: “Me? Uh, well…”, he says, and looks at the dog with a charming amount of unnecessary concentration, before he comes to a conclusion.
You: “It’s okay if you don’t know any-”
You: “… toast?”
Joshua: “I mean… her fur looks like what you get when you burn toast. So I like the name ‘Toast’. But I mean if that’s okay with you, it could be totally stupid and-”
Picking up the puppy out of Joshua’s arms, and lifting her up in the air Lion King style, you begin your dramatic speech.
You: “And from this day forward, people shall cower in the wake of the mighty beast that’s name rings loud and clear- TOAST!”
When you finish, there’s an awkward silence for a beat, before Joshua practically falls over, cackling.
Joshua: “See!! Toast is perfect! Toast the Great!”
You: “There’s just one problem, though. Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs as acceptable pets. It’s only cats, rats, owls, or toads”
Joshua: “We could keep her a secret?”
You: “But that’s not fair to the other students who might want dogs as pets. What if we rallied together the student body and got everyone to sign a petition to have Hogwarts permit dogs as pets? Then we’d get to keep Toast and other students could have dogs, too”
Joshua: “That’s actually a really good plan! How do you want me to help?”
You: “Well honestly if you go around with the petition, not a damn person wouldn’t sign it, seeing as everyone loves you”, you quickly retort, only to glance up at Joshua, whose cheeks have shifted to a light pink color, as he blinks at you in surprise.
Joshua: “I- Um… thank you. That means a lot coming from you. I’ll get right on drafting the petition!”, he says as he makes a break for the door, only to jog back, pat Toast on the head, and then sprint out of the room.
He runs out and you’re just standing there, c o n f u s e d, holding this dog like “I. Fucked. Up”
When Toast reaches up and licks your cheek and you’re like “You know what. It’s fine. I don’t need that beautiful, caring boy. I only need twenty seven dogs”, and on that note, you go up to your dorms, make a lil doggo bed out of blankets and pillows, plop Toast into the pile of bedding, and then crawl into your own bed. You fall asleep wanting to Die of Embarrassment™, but also feeling strangely motivated on your mission to allow dogs as pets. It definitely had everything to do with cute dogs, and not one particular cute Hufflepuff boy.
The next morning, you sit down at the Slytherin table at your usual spot between Jun and Minghao, which Chan liked to cleverly call the “China Line Sandwich” he’s the only one other than Wonwoo that found this funny at all
You felt a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see a sheepish looking Joshua, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, and the other clutching a mostly blank paper.
Joshua: “I’m sorry for running out like that yesterday, but here, I finished the draft our petition!”, he apologizes, handing you the scroll. After looking through it, you’re amazed by the amount of detail and hard work he put into this.
You: “Joshua, this is flawless. We could start passing this around today!”
Your excitement is short lived, however, as the petition is snatched out of your hands by the one, the only, Choi Seungcheol.
Seungcheol: “Y/N, what kind of tricks are you up t- WAIT IS THIS ABOUT DOGS”, he shouts after skimming to parchment he abruptly acquired.
Joshua: “It’s a petition for Hogwarts to permit dogs as pets”
Seungcheol: “Oh my god, can I sign it? Wait I don’t have a pen or anything… HEY MINGYU!”, he yells across the room to the Gryffindor table, where you see Mingyu get startled and choke on whatever he was eating. After his coughing fit, Mingyu takes a sip of water and calls back to Seungcheol.
Mingyu: “wHAT DO YOU WANT?”
Seungcheol: “DO YOU HAVE A PEN?”
Mingyu: “YEAH, HERE”, he says, and chucks a pen across the dining hall, only to completely miss and whack an unsuspecting Jeonghan in the face, who jumped back so hard he fell out of his seat.
Seungcheol: “Oops, sorry babe”, he mumbles his apologies to Jeonghan, patting him on the head, and walking away with the pen.
Jeonghan: “You couldn’t helped me up or anything?”
Seungcheol: “DOGS ARE ON THE LINE, HUN, I’M NOT MESSING AROUND”
After Seungcheol accidentally makes this giant scene about signing your petition, other people’s interests are sparked and more and more people from all houses come to sign it. By the time you leave breakfast, you already have seventy-three signatures.
You: “Woah, I can’t believe people are this willing to help…”
Joshua: “I believe it. Who would say no to puppies? Also why don’t you take the petition to your classes to see if we can get more signatures. If we keep it up at this rate, we’ll have enough to bring to the headmaster by the end of the day!”
You: “Here, I think you should bring the petition with you. We’ll get double the signatures if you’re the one asking people to sign”
Joshua: “??? And why is that?”
You: “I mean, collectively as a student body, no one wants to see Joshua Hong upset. It heartbreaking, really. You’re a really likable person, I can’t think of a single person who would say no to you”
Joshua: “Wonwoo. Wonwoo would say no to me. Something along the lines of ‘all those dogs will just scare away my cat’, as if his cat doesn’t already run from him in the first place”
You: “Yeah, yeah, but you know I’m right. Just take the petition, I’m sure you’ll do great”, you decide, handing Joshua the parchment and Mingyu’s pen that neither of you were inclined to give back
You went through the rest of your day as normal, except for telling people that if they run into Joshua, they should sign the petition. It wasn’t until your third class of the day, History of Magic, that someone called you out.
Minghao: “You’ve been telling everyone about Joshua for the past hour, what’s your deal with him?”
You: “Oh, well we started a petition together which hopefully will allow-”
Minghao: “You started a petition together? Together? You could’ve just said you started a petition, but you thought it was important to associate you two together? Maybe ‘together’ is what you really want, Y/N…”
You: “No, wait… I just, I didn’t mean it like-”
Minghao: “I’m personally supportive of this relationship. We could use a little positive energy around the Slytherin kids. And you can never have too many Slytherin & Hufflepuff couples”
Understanding that Minghao is not about to let this go any time soon, you decide to just admit to him your feelings for Joshua, and hope Minghao wouldn’t do anything too invasive to “help” escalate your relationship with Joshua.
Minghao: “I’m not gonna do anything about it, but I’ve seen you practically trip over yourself just to glance at him in the halls. You’re not subtle at all”
You: “Oh shut up, at least I’m capable of feelings, unlike some of us”
Minghao: “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Y/N? Y/N!”, he calls out for you as you weave your way out of the class, the Professor having just dismissed everyone.
To your surprise, as soon as you turn the corner, you see Joshua just standing there. He gets up on his tiptoes and looks over the mess of students pouring out of the classroom, until he sees you. And oh boy, when he sees you, his face lights up, his entire posture perks up, and he looks so happy. You freeze, your heart beating alarmingly faster and harder than you’d like to admit.
He makes his way through the crowd over to you, and shoves two scrolls into your hands- one being the petition from this morning, full of signatures, and the other being a significantly longer scroll, almost as tall as you, also completely full of signatures.
Joshua: “I guess people really like dogs, huh?”, he says, trying to suppress all his overflowing excitement.
You: “Joshua this is amazing! You’re the only one that could’ve managed this, thank you!”, you thank him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight for a brief moment, before letting go and marching down the hall, leaving a flustered Joshua in your wake.
Joshua: “I… ah, um…”
You: “Come on, Joshua! We have to present this to the headmaster. For Toast!”, you say, stopping your brisk walk to turn around to face him. He looked like he was in deep thought, and you weren’t sure why. It was like he didn’t even hear you.
You slowly make your way back over to where you came from, and stop only when you’re directly in front of him.
You: “Are you okay?”, you ask cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then kinda wishing you didn’t, because oh my god you can feel his muscles through his frEAkING shiRT
His eyes drop down to meet yours, the alarm apparent in his expression, before muttering something about ‘being fine’ and ‘not wanting to get into it right now’, to which your subconscious was like “alright bro, but like- the petition. Toast needs us”. Before you could say any of that out loud though, Joshua places his hand over your hand that’s been hovering on his shoulder, brings them down to his side, and laces his fingers with yours.
Joshua: “C'mon, the headmaster’s office is this way”, he says, leading you in that direction, and acting like this a normal fucking thing and you know this is nOT noRMAL for you two at all because your heart is beating out of your chest, and for once in your life, you have no idea what the heck to say.
The walk to the headmaster’s office was silent, but a comfortable silence. That’s one of the things you appreciate about Joshua- how he has the ability to make the people around him comfortable without even trying.
He lets go of your hand to knock on the intimidatingly large, oak door, only to place his hand on the small of your back comfortingly, leading you inside when the door slowly creaks open.
After you pitch your idea to the headmaster and provide a solid argument along with the hundreds of signatures on hour petitions, the headmaster HAS to agree. And that’s exactly what happened.
You and Joshua walk out of the headmaster’s office, trying to remain professional until out of sight of the headmaster. Then the two of you explode into a fit of happy giggles.
You: “Did you see how far his eyebrows raised when I started talking about dogs?”
Joshua: “I thought they were gonna fly away, oh my gosh”
You: “But really, I didn’t know you liked dogs enough to go through all this work”
Joshua: “I don’t like dogs enough to do this, I like you more than enough, though”
Joshua: “oH wOW that just kind of slipped out, um you can pretend I never said that, I mean I don’t want to make it awkw-”
He was interrupted by you crashing your lips onto his. At first he didn’t respond at all, but after a moment his hands found their way to your hips as he melted into the kiss.
You pulled away, making eye contact with him, and smiling so hard your cheeks started cramping.
Joshua: “Does this mean, you’d maybe want to date me?”
You: “I mean, if Toast likes you, who am I to say no”
Joshua: “Wait shouldn’t we check on Toast, it’s been like five hours and what if she’s not okAY, don’t we need to let her outside to use the bathroom???”
You: “oh hell, you’re right. Let’s go!”
The two of you dashed to the Slytherin commons, hoping that she hadn’t had an accident on anything important. What you were met with, you were both surprised and unsurprised.
Minghao was in a rocking chair by the fireplace, drinking a glass of water, with Toast curled up in a ball on his lap.
Minghao: “Can I be her godfather? Pretty please?”
You: “Uhh I mean are you okay with that?”, you asked Joshua.
Joshua: “I don’t see how that’d be a problem. Since we’re dating, I’d probably be Toast’s dad anyway”
Minghao: “YOU WHAT”, he yelled, surging forward and spitting out the sip of water he’d taken right before Joshua mentioned the word ‘dating’.
Meanwhile, Toast came bounding up to the two of you, hopping up to get your attention. You both kneel down to pet her, showering her with love.
Minghao: “Are you two going to just ignore me”
Joshua: “Toast is more important, sorry”
Minghao: “What kind of a dumb name is ‘Toast’, anyway?”
You: “A NAME THAT MY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND MADE UP, NOW DO YOU WANNA BE THE GODFATHER OR NOT”
Minghao: “…yes please”
A couple of days later, the headmaster announced that dogs were to be allowed as pets at Hogwarts. From then on, you saw more and more of your peers with cute puppies, walking around the courtyard and halls.
In the end, you were happy that you made the split second decision to save that dog, because if you hadn’t, you might’ve missed the opportunity to become someone special to one of the sweetest boys you know.
hi!! I saw that your requests are open and I absolutely love your writing, I was wondering if you could one where the reader is a huge space nerd? I don’t really know where to take it plotwise but I do really like the whole build up thing, you’re very talented at capturing the emotions of an awkward boy with a crush haha :) I’m just a huge space nerd (I’m planning on becoming an astronaut) and I also am in love with peter parker. thank you!! sorry this ask was so long, I’m such an oversharer lol
A/N: i fucking loved this request and boy howdy do i fucking love peter parker ! my requests are open and you can send me an askif you’d like to be added to my taglist !
Summary: Baekhyun was your first love when you were sixteen. It was passionate, hot, and messy. But all of that ended six years ago, after a four-year battle for your relationship. Now, you’re twenty-six years old and still reeling from the relationship when suddenly, Baekhyun shows up on your doorstep.
Another lonely night. You sighed to yourself as you grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen, flicked on the TV, and kicked off your boots.
Work had been especially exhausting today and you wanted to drown your sorrows in the bottle of cheap red wine – or well, you wanted to drown the fact that your boss made several attempts at you to the point where you were close to losing your job. He was a pig, and couldn’t keep his hands off your thighs, but you tried to keep your mouth shut because you needed to pay your mortgage. With the personality, you had developed in the years of working journalism, you wanted to tell him off. But you couldn’t.
It was only four pm, but you didn’t care as you uncorked the wine and drunk straight from the bottle. The wine tasted bad, but what tasted worse was the agonizing past six years of your life. More so, the drama you just dealt with.
Six months ago, you had a bad breakup. A man you were with for two years. A man that you thought you loved – although thinking back, you should have known better. You knew what love felt like because you had once had the most passionate and heart-stopping love when you were a teenager. This man didn’t make your heart stop and he didn’t make you feel passion. But you were with him and you were infatuated. So much where you had quickly gotten married a year in and tried to get pregnant. At the age of twenty-five, you thought it was about time to have children. You had a husband, a good job, and a supportive family – there was nothing stopping you.
Okay, well there was one thing. That love from six years ago? The love that lasted four long years from age sixteen to twenty? The love still haunted you. There were still some nights that you cried in private. Not that you told anyone. Not even your best friend, Jae.
Apparently, that wasn’t going to be the only thing stopping you. After six months of negative pregnancy tests, you went to the clinic and discovered you had endometriosis – and you may never have children. Your husband at the time was furious, so you were willing to undergo the fertility treatments which caused immense pain and made you weak. The next six months of negative pregnancy tests sent your husband out the door. Making you now, twenty-six and divorced.
Even though it hurt you at the time, you were now thankful for seeing your ex-husband’s true colors that made you glad that you never bore his children.
Jae begged you to get back into dating shortly after the divorce, but you couldn’t. You didn’t have the strength or the heart to go anything remotely close to your last two relationships. Instead, you stuck to the occasional one night stand that left you feeling dirty and self-hateful. It’s silly, but as a twenty-six-year-old woman, you often thought back to high school and how you wondered how differently things could have gone if you went back and changed fate.
The four years that made up the biggest roller coaster in your life. You could recount the events clearly. You had met the love of your life at sixteen years old, when you were dating one of his close friends. Somehow, the two of you managed to fall in love while you were dating his friend and things weren’t going well with his friend anyway. You two broke off mutually and quickly got with him. It was hot and heavy from there.
Everyone around you was worried by how fast you and he went, talking about marriage and loving each other so early in the relationship. Adults warned you, but you both only laughed thinking that nothing could tear you apart. You both lost your virginity to each other and suffered a few pregnancy scares early on. But it didn’t tear you apart.
Year two in your relationship brought a lot of fights. He got easily jealous and so did you. Leading to three breakups in that year. He was jealous of your relationship with his friends, especially the one you once dated and you were jealous of the girls that flocked around him and his crew.
After the last breakup that year, he promised to marry you and gave you the prettiest ring you had ever laid your eyes on. Shortly after, you had ended up pregnant. The fear in his eyes that day was one of your most vivid memories. You guys freaked out, thinking of ways to tell your family and promising to make things work. You were ready to tell your parents and get married, but you had a miscarriage at six weeks.
You went through a lot of emotional turmoil and it caused problems between you and him – again you guys broke up. He quickly started dating one of the girls who fawned over his crowd and so you went to one of the guys from his crowd as well. You both dated others to spite each other and it was some of your darkest days as you still went through the trauma from the miscarriage.
Rumors went around school, that he had started sleeping around and you learned it to be true. It crushed you but you didn’t dare sleep with anyone else, not even his friend. After six months of him sleeping around and you broke up with his friend, you both found your way back to each other. Hooking up on a drunken night and admitted you both still loved each other. Somehow you guys made it work, even though you fought a lot on your third year together.
The fourth year was quieter – at first, as you both tried figuring out how to spend your lives. You wanted to be a journalist and he wanted to be a musical artist. You tried to fit each other in your lives with difficulty. It worked for a while, as you both went down different paths at different schools. With your past, there was still insecurity with each other and since he had never given you your promise ring back, you questioned the love. You guys fought on it, until he left and he ended up getting drunk and cheating on you.
You cried until you passed out. You didn’t eat and you wouldn’t talk to anyone. For a week, you wallowed until you had bags under your eyes, your cheeks were sunken in, and you had a headache that wouldn’t quit. He showed up to the apartment that you stayed at with Jae and begged to speak to you, but Jae didn’t allow it at first. Not until you said you’d talk to him. He begged for forgiveness, apologizing with tears streaming down his cheeks. He told you how much he had loved you and how he would marry you right then and there to prove it. He clutched the promise ring and what seemed like another ring in his other hand.
‘Now you want to give me the promise ring? You waited till you fucked up before you gave it to me. Why? So, you could say that even though you cheated on me, it’s not like you promised me anything, right?’
You cried too hard to deal with him anymore and as he reached to grab your hand, Jae pushed him out of the way and slammed the door as you fell apart. And you stayed like that for a long time.
You pulled yourself back into reality, realizing you had downed the whole wine bottle while thinking back on old times. You could feel that your cheeks were wet with wasteful tears. You knew better. There was no point to waste tears on someone who didn’t truly love you. You shook your head. Besides, that was years ago. For all you knew, he was married with children. You shivered at the though. Closing your eyes.
Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you reached to grab it, feeling a little tipsy as you accidentally dropped the wine bottle to the ground and getting a few drops on the carpet. You groaned and went to the kitchen to get a wet towel.
When you came back, you scrubbed the floor relentlessly, trying to get the dark red from your perfect white shag carpet. You groaned and scrubbed harder until it was a faint pink. Just as you got most of it out, your phone continued going off. You groaned and were going to get it but as you stood up, you bumped your head on the coffee table.
“Really? Just my f-fucking l-luck.” You rubbed your head as the door bell rung and you stumbled over to get it. You weren’t wasted, but the wine had you tipsy for sure. You sighed, wondering if Jae could work her motherly magic on the carpet and get the stain out. She had become so helpful and knowledgeable after having two kids with her husband.
The doorbell rung furiously and you yelled, “Alright, I’m fucking coming” angrily.
You opened the door without a second thought. “Y/N.” The voice said tenderly when you had fully opened it. The person was blurry until you focused on their eyes for a few moments.
“Baekhyun.” You whispered before your eyes widened and you slammed the door shut as fast as possible. You slumped to the ground. How did he find you? It had been six years and nothing from him. Why now? Why was your first love and your first heartbreak back?
You retrieved your phone from your pocket and scrolled through the messages that Jae had blown you up with.
-I don’t know how to say this 5:10pm
-Well, don’t open your front door 5:11pm
-Y/N! Why aren’t you reading these! I KNOW YOU’RE OFF WORK. 5:12pm
-Don’t open your door when the doorbell rings. 5:13pm
-Don’t do it! 5:13pm
-ABORT DON’T OPEN THE DOOR 5:16pm
-It’s Baekhyun… I’m sorry. 5:20pm
-Sehun flapped his fucking lips and told. 5:20pm
-I swear I told him not to. 5:20pm
-Seriously! Answer my messages and don’t open the door. I’m sorry he knows where you live. We can move and change your name. I don’t like this neighborhood anyway. Ha. It’s shit. I won’t even bring Sehun since he was the one who decided to tell Baekhyun. 5:25pm
-He said that Baekhyun was all upset and shit and you know how Sehun is a softy. 5:26pm
-Wait why did I tell you that? 5:26pm
-Delete these messages. 5:26pm
-Except for the ones that say don’t open the door. Really don’t open the door. 5:27pm
“That’s when we hear Maysilee begin to scream. The alliance is over and she broke it off, so no one could blame him for ignoring her. But Haymitch runs for her, anyway. He arrives only in time to watch the last of a flock of candy pink birds, equipped with long, thin beaks, skewer her through the neck. He holds her hand while she dies, and all I can think of is Rue and how I was too late to save her, too.” - Catching Fire
I made myself sad over Haymitch & Katniss parallels. )’: (where’s my second quarter quell prequel movie/series @ god)
Anton is an old man who lives deep in the Carpathian Mountains where the forest is thickest. He’s made it his duty to care for and protect what could possibly be the last flock of griffons on the continent, if not the world.
He is a grumpy old man who is only happy when seeing to his griffons and the dark forests they live in.
Hot Headed, Cold Hearted- Chapter 2 (A Meihem Fanfiction)
She’d been so excited that she had shown up at the launch bay four
hours before the ship was supposed to leave the next morning. Everything
looked to be ready, she had checked and re-checked all their gear
several times over, and probably checked on their food rations every
time she had passed by their box, just to be ultra sure. To her relief,
they were not the kind that they had sent her off with before, the kind
that tasted like they had been at the bottom of some bargain bin for a
few centuries too long. Winston’s new stipend had bought them all good
food and good supplies, and she made a note to thank him later. He had
even provided a book about northern wilderness survival, though she had a
feeling that was for the junkers. He also hadn’t even seemed surprised
by her wish to include them in her mission, and had made an effort to be
polite about the matter when she presented him the paperwork to bring
them along…True, he had that little hitch in his voice the entire time
he subtly tried to suggest bringing Pharah or McCree or literally anyone
else instead of them, but she had been firm. She was going to make this
mission work, and improve junker/omnic relations at the same time.
Or at the very least, she hoped they’d want to kill each other a little less…
sat on the edge of the launch pad wall, eating a piece of toast and jam
and enjoying the morning as Snowball sat beside her, its screen showing
a series of dots as it ran a few last-minute diagnostics. The sun rose
slowly, dawning cool and clear and bathing the Gibraltar sky with pink
and yellow, dotted with fluffy orange clouds. She had even managed to
wake up before the local seagulls and there was blissful silence save
for the faint crashing of far-off waves against the rocky cliffs, and
the crunch of toasted bread between her teeth. Best to enjoy the silence
and calm while it lasted, she knew. Even an entire flock of gulls
couldn’t compare to the shrill screeching laughter of Junkrat when he
got started, and he brought chaos with him wherever he went. The junkers
would have to be monitored carefully, all the while trying to also
monitor Bastion and its strange behavior, and she had to be prepared to
break up any fights and try to smooth things over to begin the healing
process… This morning would likely be the only reprieve she would have
for the next several days and she needed to enjoy it while she could.
last bite of toast and gooseberry jam left a few crumbs that she
brushed from her lap, and there was a soft tweeting trill and a flash of
Ganymede’s familiar yellow feathers as the Eichenwalde cardinal
fluttered about her in a little circle, landing by her feet and pecking
at a few specks of bread before tilting its head up at her. With a few
hops, it launched up onto her foot, then her knee, and then onto the
wall beside her, tapping its beak curiously at Snowball’s animated
screen. The little cryo-drone startled itself awake, emoticon eyes
blinking before offering the bird a ^ ^.
One of a kind. It´s true, they´re insanely shy, but that doesn´t prevent them from being great. Harry Potter is a Fi-dom, too! So guess what, they have a lot of heroic quailities, at least in their imagination, and they dream of being someone who helps. They are in fact tough as nails when they want to be. Have an ongoing friendly feud with ENFPs from Ravenclaw, the initial reason being... food!
This section is short because you just need 2 words to understand Hufflepuff INFPs: Johnny Depp.
The most inventive minds. Every company should have a Ravenclaw INFP in their PR division. They get taken advantage of because of their softness, but are smart enough to leave behind what makes them suffer at last. They flock together with hilarious Slytherin ISTPs. They have 1001 hobbies, like woah. Take pride in their rooms, justifiably so, they have an eye for arrangement of just about anything.
Suffer from writer´s block although they desperately want to pen their thoughts. They are slow to adapt to changes in their life. Slytherin INFPs are sorrowful and find consolation when they can connect to something or someone deeply. They love to learn about cultures and customs, doing well in all creative subjects and jobs. Easily take a liking to erotism, performance and body art. They collect all sorts of spiritual items, sharing them with their INFJ pals from Hufflepuff. Good at writing speeches so powerful that they move an audience to tears.
Meet Smitty! The newest addition to my flock, and probably the last. Since Brooke died, Pineapple has been a little off so I wanted to get her a friend. Plus, I just love cockatiels and was actually considering getting a baby. I contacted a breeder in my province, asking about babies she had. Long story short, I ended up with this little guy. She didn’t want him any more and was so eager to get rid of him (she gave him to me for free) that I couldn’t bear to think of what would have happened to him if I didn’t take him in. He’s terrified of people but he calls back when he hears Pineapple, so that’s a good sign! He finally started eating which is a huge relief, he was scared to death of everything at first. I think he’ll be just fine, though. Welcome to the flock, Smitty!
Talon was raiding Morrison’s Clan once again, but this time, they had waited to attack for nearly an entire year. They gathered more allies, and Sombra cooked up stronger poisons to use against the members of Morrison’s Clan. After their last attack the leopard swore she would make deadlier potions, once she heard news that the cheetah, Tracer as they say, had been cured faster than she should have been.
Widowmaker improved her agility, also intrigued by what she had seen from Tracer. There was no way she would be able to catch her, but maybe if the cheetah got close enough, she would be faster than last time to strike.
Reaper was impressed by their improvements, and when he thought they were ready, he planned their attack.
Morrison was in no way prepared, and took quite the bite in the shoulder from who was once his mate. They used the element of surprise, leaping from the bushes while Morrison, McCree, and Tracer were on hunting patrol. Hanzo had been left to gaurd their prey.
Upon being circled, McCree knew the last thing he should do at a time like this was panic. But that’s what he felt like, knowing Hanzo was alone back there. What if he was being attacked too? How could he defend himself against so many other wolves and lions? He quickly muttered his worries to Tracer, knowing she would be fast enough to get to him, if they weren’t already too late. He could fight alongside Morrison no problem. But the Clan leader refused she go anywhere alone.
He whispered to them, “As soon as they leap, we make a run to the left. My left. Got it?”
“Acknowledged,” McCree whimpered, keeping his gaze steady on the intruders around them. He mostly watched for their ears, waiting for a kind of sign– like a flick, or slight turn. It was the only way of knowing when the order was given. And when a lion was too quick to jump, Morrison shouted his command of retreat as the other Talon members jumped for them.
McCree wasn’t sure he had run so fast in his entire life, trailing just a few meters behind Tracer. Of course the distance between them grew larger, but it took a little longer than usual. They found their prey pile, and the snow leopard guarding it was taken by quite some surprise and nearly leapt for Tracer’s throat. He spat out a retort, asking for a warning next time. But there wasn’t much time, McCree explained as Morrison finally caught up to them.
“Talon is attackin’ again,” the wolf panted out, beginning to wag his tail as energy pulsed through him. He was ready to run again if need be, but was mostly glad to see Hanzo was safe.
“Well we can’t risk waiting around and getting poisoned.” Hanzo pointed out, and Morrison quickly agreed.
Tracer said, “The Waterhole Flock could help us like last time, though?”
“But Sombra is always improvin’ ‘er poisons,” McCree sighed.
“Well we aren’t going to run.” Morrison growled, “We’re going to defend what’s ours.”
“Of course.” Hanzo nods, just as the undergrowth behind Morrison began to rustle. Out leaped a wolf with barely any tail left, leaping onto the lion’s back and biting into his thick blonde mane. Morrison roared in surprise, and McCree didn’t hesitate to tackle the rival off the Clan leader, rolling the wolf into the ground. His opponent snapped at his throat, but McCree was faster to get a bite in the nape of its neck, tossing the wolf across the ground like a simple piece of prey. It ran off, tail between its legs just as four more enemies leaped from the undergrowth.
The three felines and wolf of Morrison’s Clan quickly chose their opponents and took them down easily, brutally wounding them and sending each enemy back to where it had come from. But more Talon members kept coming, easily beginning to outnumber them. Hanzo was swift with bringing a panther off of McCree, clawing at the enemy’s eyes and shoving them into the thick bushes. Tracer was this way and that, confusing the opponents with her moves while Morrison attacked from behind.
But they couldn’t fight forever.
“Jesse!” Hanzo snarled through a mouthful of fur, dragging a coyote off of himself. McCree quickly took to the snow leopard’s side, his sides heaving with every breath he took. Hanzo noticed blood trickle from beneath familiar brown fur, just along the wolf’s sides. He was hurt, but still fought like a lion. Hanzo had to resist complimenting him.
“Come with me, I have an alternative that may turn the tide of this battle.”
“Huh?” McCree gasped, confused by Hanzo’s words. “Wha’d'ya mean?”
“Just follow me!” Hanzo says, turning tail and running rather fast. “And quickly!”
McCree wasted no time in trailing beside Hanzo, trying to pace himself and match steps with the snow leopard. He was quick to discover that Hanzo was rather light on his left paw, as if he picked up a thorn or had been wounded in a fight. But if that had been the case, Hanzo would have done something about it first. Whatever was the matter, he wasn’t making any kind of deal out of it, so McCree just ignored the particular case. They were quick to come upon the edge of the territory, a hill marking the end of it. McCree began to slow, but the snow leopard simply dashed across their border line and moved up the hill as if he hadn’t just exited their home land. McCree, now behind Hanzo, was growing nervous. What was this ‘alternative’? He was anxious to know.
At the top of the hill, Hanzo came to an abrupt stop, and McCree nearly ran passed him. They were now on the verge of a very small cliff, making it appear the hill had been cut in half. Jumping it wouldn’t kill anyone, but it might hurt your paws. So the wolf followed the snow leopard around it, walking onto smooth rock near the bottom. And, cut into the flat side of the hill, a large, unlit cave yawned before them. It was facing away from the rising and setting sun, so it was likely this cave didn’t get much light at all. McCree had never even been here before.
“Han’?” he asked, “What is this?”
Hanzo however did not respond, simply entering the cave silently like a tired cat slinking home. McCree wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was in there. But if Hanzo was bold enough to enter, obviously he had been here before, then there was probably nothing to worry about. Still, he was worried.
“Hanzo?” he barked, giving a slight way of his tail. His ears flattened against his head, and he whined softly, aching to see the familiar face of the snow leopard already.
And then, there was a roar, like the call of a lion. It echoed from deep within the cave, as if several large felines called out to one other. What was this? An entire hidden society of lions?
He was quickly answered when Hanzo charged out of the cave with a wild look in his face, excitement glittering from the snow leopard’s eyes. McCree wasn’t sure if he had ever seen Hanzo so… Happy… before. Was he secretly the alpha of a completely different clan? He hasn’t even heard a thing from in there. But while Hanzo stood beside McCree, facing the cave again with a wicked smile, two very, very large black and white birds exploded from the cave as if they had come from an entirely different dimension. They arose into the air and screeched their ferocious arival, making Hanzo purr.
“The raptors awaken!” Hanzo cries, dashing around the hill to return to the fight. McCree quickly followed, his eyes on the giant birds the entire time. He knew for sure that he had never seen any kind of bird so big. It was amazing, really.
“Those are some big ass birds,” McCree says to the snow leopard beside him, not even realizing he was matching his pace so quickly. The raptors easily kept up with them from the air, though McCree bet they could fly much faster than that. “What are they?” he pants, “Hawk? Eagle?”
“Osprey,” Hanzo replies, starting to run a little faster. McCree took up the hint, and gave it all he got in running to return to Morrison and Lena. It was dangerous to just leave them behind in an ambush like that, and they couldn’t waste any time in getting to them. He easily pulled in front of Hanzo, but didn’t get much farther than a few feet before they broke into the battlefield.
Immediately McCree jumped over Morrison and rammed into a certain lioness that was trying to kill him. Widowmaker. She slashed at his side, but he had already rolled onto his side to dodge such a blow. He made a comeback however, coming to bite into her shoulder, but she quickly snapped around and knocked him back with a paw. He was stunned for a moment, and had no time to retaliate as she bared down on him. But before she could make any kind if final blow, a loud cry rang out that distracted most everyone.
“The raptor hunts for its prey!”
An ear-splitting screech came from above, and Widowmaker hissed in fear. She began to reel away from McCree, but wasn’t quick enough as one of the large birds had clawed at her back in attempt to grab her. She twisted out of the way just in time, but she was gonna have one heck of a scar under her pelt.
“Thanks, Han’.” The wolf murmured, but he had spoken too soon.
“This isn’t over,” a feminine voice snarled, and McCree wasn’t quick enough to move out of the way as he was clawed across his left shoulder. The pain hadn’t come just yet, so he wasted no time in coming forward and biting into the leopard’s shoulder in return. Sombra hissed, attempting to swipe at him again, but he dodged to the side, ramming into her ribcage. He knocked her over and rolled onto his side when she tried to claw again, but ended the brawl quickly by snapping at her neck. She reeled herself away when his fangs got too close, and quickly bolted away. She should have known better than to mess with him.
But those thoughts were quickly dragged away when he realized the raptor birds were tearing the enemy clan apart. They flew high with a Talon member in their, well, talons, and dropped them from the sky. Then they would dive again and claw at some, poke at others, and knock some away with their wings. It was a rather awesome scene to watch, considering they were winning now. It was making him feel dizzy.
His head spun, and the world kind of duplicated itself before his eyes. Now there were four raptor birds, oh, no, there were only two– three? No, there was definitely four. McCree whimpered when he was losing focus, and his left shoulder was becoming numb. Soon enough he couldn’t even feel the left side of his body. But by the time he collapsed, he knew everything would be alright. They were going to win.
@shadeyenora this is amazing!!! Sorry that it took us so much time to get to your post, we truly wished we could have read it sooner! It’s so intriguing, all the battle and the plot twists! We especially adored how McCree was checking the ears of the Talons attacker to see their reactions and how he waggled his tail when he saw that Hanzo was ok… that’s so adorable! Also, Tracer was this way and that, is the perfect definition of Tracer and it’s just amazing how Jesse stand up and fight like a lion even if he’s hurt because he’s fighting for something that it’s dear to him. Last but not least… the raptors. They’re just amazing! We can imagine these magnificent huge birds smashing stuff and it’s such a powerful image! (also, we can imagine Hanzo giving them head scratches and they all fluff up <3 <3 ) Thank you SO MUCH for writing this, we love it dearly <3