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frenchmina · 2 months

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Tea and Time

A/N : This is my second ever fic, another one shot I wanted to write in opposition to the very angsty first one. I was talking with my best friend about what we considered being moments of true happiness, and this little fic is what was born from the conversation. I hope you enjoy, don't hesitate to tell me how you felt about it since I'm just starting out in fic writing ! Also, english is not my first langage so there might be some mistakes, sorry about those.

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader / no physical description of reader. No use of Y/N.

WC : 3.1k

Warnings : None really, it's just pure fluff and tenderness. There's just mention of the reader's fear of abandon.

Summary : A lazy sunday with Joel allows you to reflect on what love truly means to you.

You would hear the ticking of the clock if you had one. One of those ancient machines made of wood and glass which made their grand musical entrance during complete silences — tic… tic… tic…

Your grand mother had one in her living room, you remember it ticking away since you were old enough to understand the concept of time. You would look at it intensely and try to will the needles to slow down, because, let’s face it, there was no way in hell you weren’t a witch.

That certainty had, since those days at your grandma’s, seen some bumps in the road. First of all, you had not received your letter to Hogwarts, which had been a bummer. If you were being honest, you still blamed the postal system and its incompatibility with owls. But as time passed, you had made peace with the fact that you would not be a wand-wielding sorcerer and had tried your hand at potions. Dirt mixed with worms, grass and gravel made a poor soup, but if you added the picture of a loved one and some of your family cat’s hair found on your clothes, then you were supposed to be able to ask anything out of your mother and she would comply… As time had passed, grass and dirt had turned into mint and rosemary, essentials oils and lemon, turmeric for the immune system and ginger to fight off a creeping cold.

Some people would say you made tea. You knew better than to mistake your magic for tea making, and so did Joel.

You two had just come back from a long walk in the woods near your house, walking the same path you would always walk on Sundays, the one where your hands knew exactly when to be joined and when not to be. It was almost like a danse, interlocking your fingers with his on the wider parts of the path, unlocking at the fallen oak to make your way behind him towards the pond, and locking again at the makeshift bridge he had built after you’d almost fallen in the little stream twice. It was the middle of February and as usual you had been arrogant enough not to take your winter coat with you.

“You gon’ be cold baby” he had drawled, knowing you well enough to tell you were about to argue that —

“I’m not a child, Joel” with that look on your face that betrayed how childish you were being.

“Ain’t saying you are, love.” He had tried and failed to hide the playful smile tugging at his lips, which made any hesitation you might have had about bringing the coat vanish. Your dignity sometimes laid in weird places; he loved that about you.

Of course you had been cold. Of course he had had to hold you tight in his arms while you had stopped to listen to the myriad of little sounds the birds and squirrels and insects and wind in the trees made in the deepest part of the woods. Some part of you might even have made the conscious choice not to put on that damn coat so he would embrace you in his warmth. He had done so with no more playfulness, just plain tenderness and love, his fingers drawing lazy circles where they laid on your sides, sending little jolts of electricity throughout your spine — alongside with the shivers of cold.

You chugged off your boots in the entryway, not giving a crap about where they landed, and made your way to the kitchen.

“Gonna make me some tea, do you want some ?“ You had a habit of always asking him that, although you knew he was a coffee man and didn’t drink any o’ that leaf soup, as he called it.

You heard him sigh behind you.

“Hell, why not.“

You stopped dead in your tracks and slowly turned to face him. You didn’t have to say anything, the shock on your face was enough to prompt him to explain.

“You’re always goin’ on about how good it is for ya…“

“Yeah… Yes, I am…“

“Come on dun make a big deal outta this…“

“I’m not !“ You cut him, the shock on your face slowly turning into a proud smile. “I’m not I swear, I’m just glad you’re finally acknowledging my talents as a potion maker…“

“I ain’t saying that yet“ he laughed, “lemme try and then I’ll be able to acknowledge whatever ya want.“

As you were carefully choosing what to pair with fresh mint leaves and valerian, you heard Joel moving to the living room and, with a content sigh, drop heavily on the couch. You smiled, conjuring the mental image of him spread out on the sofa, head resting on the back of it, hand coming to rest lazily on his thigh. You could just close your eyes and see him, the exact spot he was siting in, how his left arm rested on the green cushion.

The water was slowly starting to boil and the kettle made more and more noise, drawing you away from your little daydream. It amazed you how after multiple years together you still found your thoughts drifting towards him at every chance. Even that domestic image of him sitting on your couch made your heart flutter and a well-known warmth radiate from your chest.

Orange blossoms. It’s exactly what you needed to ensure relaxation, and that Joel would actually like it.

The water was boiled and as the kettle’s rumbling died down, you started to hear faint sounds coming from the next room. A melody, drawn from an aging guitar by expert fingers. Joel did not play often, he was unbelievably shy about it which kept him from working on it as often as he’d have liked to. Your fingers came to a halt, a bunch of herbs slipping from them as you listened closer; it was a new song, one you had never heard him play, but you recognized it instantly : Helplessly hoping, one of your all times favorite. It drew immediate tears from your eyes, your heart swelling and swelling so much you thought it was about to burst out of your chest and yell out its love for him.

But then, without you realizing, it morphed into something else. The feeling of a weighted rock on your stomach, blood running colder in your veins, the tears threatening to be ones of fear.

You breathed. One. Two. Three. You were okay.

You were not about to lose this. He was not going away, not leaving you here alone, not running away. And if he wasn’t running towards the exit, you were damn well obligated to return the favor. It crept up on you like that sometimes. The fear that what you had was way too good to be true. It felt like a Damocles sword hanging above your head, always here to remind you that at the slightest mistake, at the second you were not exactly perfect, you would loose everything. Although everybody had told you that it didn’t happen that way, your experience proved them wrong. From your best friend of 8 years never returning your calls all of a sudden and moving across the country without telling you, to the boyfriend who had told you one day he had actually stopped loving you months ago, to all those tiny abandonments we all go through in life, you had learned not to expect anyone or anything to stick with you. And maybe, at one point, you had started to believe you weren’t worth the trouble of saying goodbye.

Joel had not actually said anything to ease the fear that he would be leaving, he had just not left. Never. And while the fear creeps up on you, whispering in your ear to just get the hell out before he inevitably abandons you, it’s the only thing keeping you together : he hasn’t left, has not promised anything more than what he’s capable of giving you, but most of all he’s proven time and time again that he would always be honest, that he would never hide his fears and doubts from you. He’ll never leave you alone with the eternal nagging question about why you were not good enough.

You slowly calm your breathing. You can’t control him, can’t make him stay if he doesn’t want you, he’s utterly free — and you are too. You are free enough to choose to be here, to choose to listen to him playing your favorite song on his worn out guitar while making him tea and actually enjoy it. You’re free to let go, he made sure of that. So you do.

You listen. You take it in. This gorgeous man who’s had the time to define what he wants out of life, and who, with that knowledge, has decided to put his energy into learning a song he knows fills your heart with joy just to be able to see you smile.

He’s been working on it for a while now, the chords actually gave him a hard time. It’s gonna need a bit of work still, he thinks to himself while trying to pay attention to the noises coming from the kitchen. Did you hear him yet ? He wanted to be able to play it in front of you, to say “Here it is my love, I learned it so you could sing along to your favorite song.“ But he is such a coward… He would not take it well if he saw the slightest hint of disappointment in your eyes, but he also knows you would never be disappointed in him. Throughout your years together, he’s learned you would never expect anything of him but the best he could be or do, even if it was messing up one chord out of three in your favorite song.

You were so understanding, so sweet with his mistakes — and he had made a bunch. You would always take him by the hand and squeeze it just tight enough to tell him I’m here, I believe in you. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt; he doesn’t actually know how he could live without your love, now that he has had a taste of it. Everything in his life was made better by your presence. He had learned that he was okay, that he was worth someone’s trust. He wouldn’t be able to un-learn it.

He also knew perfectly well that learning to play a song you liked or giving you his coat without a second thought when you were cold was just what you needed to trust him. He did not need to prove anything to you, to tell you over and over how stunning and loved you were — although to be fair he did tell you more than enough — he just needed to be there. And he was. Oh how he was. The depths of his commitment to you, to your life together, were lost on you he was sure. Your own insecurities prevented you from seeing how desperately in love he was with you, which made him realize that, as alike as you both were, you might love him with ten times the strength he thought you did.

He was content to love you mostly in secret : in the little noise you made as you were falling asleep, in the way you brow furrowed and you clicked your tongue slightly when you were unhappy about something, in the way your eyes switched colors in the sun, or how you’d always bit your lower lip while reading a book. He loved you like he breathed, each exhale a song he would learn for you.

You appear out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately catches the tiniest sign that you might have cried.

“You good sweetheart ?“

You respond with a sort of sad smile he has come to recognize as the one you give him when you’re battling your inner demons. He won’t push, he knows you’ll speak if and when you want to, and you know he’ll never turn you down when you need him.

“Common then, let’s see if y’are a good witch or an evil one. Will this…“ he smells the fuming tea out of his favorite mug “mixture a’ yours turn me into a frog or a prince ?“

You scoff, he’s offering you playfulness to get out of your meltdown and you take it gladly. “You’ll just have to drink it and see, a witch never tells“ you lean towards him to teasingly rub the tip of your nose along his, and hear his breath briefly catch in his throat before you let yourself plop down on the couch next to him.

Joel carefully puts down the guitar in its case, brings the tea to his lips, stops for an instant and studies your face, as if looking for a proof this actually is about to transform him into a frog. You don’t say anything, relishing in the feeling of his attentive gaze on you.

“Nah… you ain’t about to turn me into nothin’, I’d be useless to you as a frog.“ Before you even have the time to think about a snarky response, he’s gulping down a huge sip of tea. Your eyes widen.

“Shit ! Fuckin’— god dammit — fuck it’s hot !“

“Why would you…“

“Turning me into a damn volcano that’ what you’re tryin’na do ?“

“Not my fault you’re chugging the damn thing like it’s a beer ! “ You say while trying to hide your laughter and getting up to get him a glass of water, but his hand lands on your arm and he pulls you back towards him.

“Where d’you think you’re goin’, witch ?“ You laugh wholeheartedly now, which elicits a smile on his lips. He’s enclosing you in his embrace now, his strong arms wrapping around your frame and pressing you to him. The mug has found its place on the coffee table again, the two of you tangled in each-other, time starting to pass at a whole new pace. You don’t really know if it’s going faster or slower, it just isn’t on the same rhythm as the rest of the world anymore. The seconds might be hours, the hours weeks, or the other way around. In movies, the ticking of the clock would slow, completely disappear even, to let the spectator know reality was slipping.

Time doesn’t feel like time anymore when you’re this close to him. He is like your own human sized black hole.

Joel hums and you feel the vibration throughout your entire body. It’s like you’re both tuned to one another, the waves of him resonating with yours; and in that instant, in that shared understanding of how much you both belong here in this moment, you start to believe you might actually be a witch. Because how else would you have been able to reach this type of calmness with someone ? Your eyes closed, your ears drowned in the sound of him, you picture your love as an oak, unmoved by time. Its seed grown from the adoration and trust you have for each other, made to withstand cataclysms, storms and droughts all the same, grown by the light of his loyalty and the rain of your empathy. A tree connected to the rest of the world by roots that sink deeper in you and him by the day, allowing the two of you to communicate without words. Those days, you realize, those uneventful and boring days when you just allow yourself to exist in his presence, are what nourishes that type of love.

“C’mon, put your feet on the couch and lay your head on my shoulder.“ He whispers, barely audible.

You manage to do just that without ever completely detangling from each-other’s embrace; and end up laid down on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm around you. To your surprise, he reaches for the mug with his other hand and takes another, more careful sip.

“So… you actually like it ?“

There’s a long silence before he answers.

“Don’t hate it.“ He admits.

The sun pierces through the clouds and warms up your face. A gentle sleepiness starts to overcome you when Joel’s fingers expertly land on your head and play with your hair. It’s safe, sweet, and loving. Like your whole being is bathed in his warmth.

His hand in your hair tells you the story words never could : he’ll never leave you stranded, never vanish without an explanation. You’re his best friend, his light, and whatever happens between the two of you, whatever life throws at you, you’ll always have a place by his side.

This is what love means, you think. No promises to be broken, no emphatic speeches about what you mean to one another, no grand gestures or empty pledges about what you’ll always or never do. Just this common understanding that your lives are intertwined wether you’re next to each other or not, just those tiny gestures and caring acts that tell how kind you’re willing yourselves to be for the other. The space to make mistakes and to let the other one make some to, the space to grow. Watering the oak tree.

It’s a fucking marvel, he is a fucking marvel. You listen to his heartbeat finding a common rhythm with yours, and you can feel his eyes closing as your own do, while his fingers still play with strands of your hair like they played the guitar, drawing a melody of happiness out of you just as well as they drew the notes from the instrument.

“I love you.“ You say, voice clear despite you slowly drifting to sleep. There’s a stillness in the silence that follows, you know he’s just taking it in, letting the emotion run through him before responding.

“I love you too.“

Another silence.

“Promise it’s not the potion talking?“ You tease and he chuckles. You relish the sound.

“If it was, it’d be a hell of a potion to make me feel that way… Goes to show how powerful of a witch you are though.“ He could say so much more, but you don’t need him to. You understand him just fine in the way he caresses your shoulder softly before returning his hand to your hair.

You would hear the ticking of the clock if you had one. Since you don��t, you’ll make do with your very own metronome : your heart and his, setting the rhythm of whatever comes next.

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Thank you so much for reading, looking forward to what you thought of it ! Requests are open if you feel like giving me some inspo !

#He is my end goal #pedro pascal #tlou #walk in the woods #the last of us hbo #the last of us #joel the last of us #tenderness #fluff #witches #tea #joel miller fic #what it means to be happy

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Love ur recs sm so I come here screaming crying begging for eight year/hogwarts era recs... binged the classics and craving more but I swear I've read all of them...please help lovely sitp 🙏🙏

Hello 🙌 I did a couple reclists for 8th year but here are some fics I don’t see recced often:

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#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #8th year

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prongslvl · 11 months

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(KIND OF) WIP - remus lupin

a remus fic i started before my absence that i felt too lazy to finish. the vision here is the floating/flying scene in howls moving castle where sophie and howl met for the first time. i just thought the scene seemed very remus so voila!

"moony, are you sure we're allowed to be here?" you asked, remus' hand holding yours as you both stroll around the rooftop of hogwarts. he doesn't answer, simply looking back with his usual smirk. you rolled your eyes at his action, annoyed with his response, yet you continued to follow him— you're afraid letting go of his hand would result in injuries you don't wish upon yourself.

it was early in the morning, the sun yet to rise and the wind freezing your head off. you doubt even filch was awake at this hour.

remus woke you up with some spell that resulted for his voice echoing inside your head. he repeatedly said your name, calling out for you, until you finally got up from your bed. you wore your gryffindor robe underneath your pajamas, sneaking out of the dormitory through a hidden tunnel with the weird map james gave you a few weeks ago.

when you met with him, remus practically dragged you away without haste.

you both rode the boy's broom and now you're here in the rooftop of your school.

you tried to sneak a glance on the edge before remus pulled you back, circling his arms around your waist.

"don't look down." he whispered to your ears, his icy breath making you shiver. "that's something you should keep in mind while we do this." he added with that playful grin of his.

you nodded, facing the boy in confusion. "what exactly is this we're doing?"

"i told you, didn't i?" he looked up at you for a second as he unties what you presumed was his wand. "i'll show you how beautiful magic is."

you've always known remus as one of the many avid fans of magic; you would not need to spend a year with him to know that fact. he's exceptional with spells and potions, even making james and sirius jealous of his natural talent. while you weren't a bit of an optimist yourself when it came to magic, he was totally enamored by it.

it began with a casual conversation in the gryffindor common room, right after muggle studies. this obviously lead for both you and lily, being the marauders' muggle friends, the center of the topic.

"is it true that you pay for lights in your home?" james asked lily, making her snicker at his question.

"yes, james. unlike here, we muggle borns create our electricity from scratch." lily started before looking at you to continue. you sat up from the couch, "but since we only have nature as our resources, it takes a lot of effort and equipments, hence why we pay."

sirius chuckled, "sounds like a bummer." you and lily both nodded in agreement, making the rest laugh.

"well, now you're both here, what'd you think?" james first looked in your direction, waiting for your answer.

you could only shrug as you lean back on the couch more, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "s'fine, very different from what i'm used to."

"the magic, i presume?" sirius quipped. you hummed in agreement, "you presumed correctly, sir black. believe it or not, i'm still pretty scared on using magic, really."

this caused a whole knew topic, even making remus who only listened to the conversation while he read look up from his book, eyes fixated on you.

"medias in our world don't put magic in great light, that's all i can say." you chuckled.

"magic's not that bad." remus joined the conversation, "it's fun and even charming, sometimes." his gaze was set solely on you; you can't lie, you felt a bit intimidated with his stare. you thought that maybe you offended him in any way, making you nervous.

"easy for you to say, moony! you're the best in gryffindor with magic." james teased, standing up from his position on the floor, pointing fingers at his friend. remus laughed, humbly shaking his head, "what about this,"

he crossed his arm, a small smile on his face. "i'll prove it to you. give me about a week and tell me what you think by the end."

"are we hearing some bets, lads?" sirius perked up with a mischievous grin forming on his face.

"ten galleons, she still has the same opinion." james excitedly chimed in.

peter joined james while sirius bet his own ten galleons against them— lily whispered something to james while she gave her galleons. you and remus made eye contact, chuckling at your friends. he mouths a sorry for the unintentional betting between the two of you. you shook your head in amusement, mouthing back an "it's okay".

it is now friday, the final day of the remus' magic lessons.

"y'know, i can always say i changed my mind about the whole magic thing— or not, whatever who you prefer to win." you approached him, who's still busy with reading something in his notebook, mumbling a spell you can't properly hear because of the harsh wind.

remus shakes his head, "i didn't do this for the bet." he simply said, tucking the small notebook inside the pockets of his robe. "i meant it."

"but you don't have to go through so much effort just because i have a different opinion on things. i'm a tad afraid to say what my favorite foods now." you joked, making him laugh.

"this is nothing. if it's you, merely a speck of dust."

you weren't able to reply when he pointed the wand to himself, chanting a spell you've never heard. a couple of your heartstrings strummed at how sincere he sounded, your cheeks feeling warm under the cold breeze. you quietly watched as some kind of light get absorbed inside remus' body, making him gasp at the pressure.

in less than a second, he began to slowly levitate off the roof. your eyes widened, "remus?" you called out for him. you tried to grab for your wand, remembering any spell you learned in d.a.d.a that might help.

the brunette waved his hand, making you pause. "it's alright. grab my hand." he squatted down to your level, reaching for your hand. you hesitated at first but the look of trust on remus' face made you build up a little bit of courage inside of you. with a sigh, you interlocked your finger with his.

he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer. your arms automatically circled around remus' neck, stepping on his foot, as you both continued to float ever so slightly upwards.

you let a small gasp at the distance of the school to the both of you.

"don't look down." remus repeated. you obediently followed out of fear, closing your eyes as you tightened your grip on the boy even further. "i just said don't look down, not close your eyes. c'mon, hold onto my hand."

you can tell the amusement in voice when he removed your arms on him, once again interlocking your fingers with his. you focused on your breathing then at remus' before opening your eyes. he makes eye contact with you, staring at you softly. if the both of you weren't in the middle of the sky right now, you would've turned your head away.

"listen to my instructions carefully, okay?" you nodded, taking a deep breath. "i want you to slowly turn your body away from me."

"how will i able to do that!?" you exclaimed.

"you trust me, don't you?" remus replied immediately, his calm tone cooled down your nerves. in reality, you do trust him— with all your life even. but the fear inside of you wanted say otherwise.

still, you nodded, hesitantly humming as well. making one final look at remus, you started to turn around. he kept a tight grip on you the whole time, whispering reassuring words into your ears.

"now, remove your feet from mine. it's starting to hurt." you looked at remus like he was crazy, making him laugh. "i'm joking— except for the first part. you still need to do it."

"i can't— what if i fall? i might not grab my wand on time before i splatter on the ground!"

"you're not going to fall, i promise. i'll even make an unbreakable vow if you want." you scoffed at his exaggeration but somehow did help you build up enough courage to do what he says.

you stepped on the air on foot, your hands shaking in remus' grip. "one more." he said encouragingly. you take a deep breath before moving your other feet, eyes closed out of fear.

the wind still softly hitting your face made you peak through your eyelids, seeing that you were still in remus' arms, floating. you turned to look at him with a weak smile, greeting you with his large grin. your heart swelled at the sight.

"finally," his voice made you go back to reality, "i want you to start walking."

"walking?" you repeated his words, "i don't know if you realize the lack of ground to walk on, moony."

remus shrugged, "imagine, then."

"imagine. one of my favorites hobbies." you muttered, attempting to walk normally but ended up flailing around. he laughed with how you looked, you gave him a glare in return.

"follow my lead." your eyes looked down on the boy's legs, imitating what seemed to be his definition of walking on air.

it was easy to catch up with his action, "that's right. just continue doing that until we land back on the ground."

you were to engrossed at the fact you're quite literally striding your way into the sky to reply to remus' words, laughing to yourself in amusement.

the sun began to shine as the both of you got closer the ground, giving you the best view of the sunset— even better than the view on one of hogwarts' open balconies.

"it's gorgeous, moony!" you beamed, slightly beginning to flail around once again in excitement.

"i knew you'd like this the best." he commented with a satisfied tone. his squints his eyes as he stares into the sunlight, turning his attention towards you.

the light perfectly illuminates your features, your eyes glowing in his view. remus can feel the way your hands lose its tremble, your grip on him still tight and firm yet interlocked.

the both of you were almost close to a hill, striding down imaginary steps.

"continue walking even if we land; helps with the impact better." he hugged your body with his other arm, pushing you close to him. you could feel his heartbeat against your back and you pray to merlin he doesn't hear your rapidly beating ones.

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders imagine #remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin imagine #my wips #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus fluff

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THE MAGIC MONKEY

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(Brazilian Folktale)

There was a man who was very poor, but who was very good. He worked, like Our Lord's father, in wood. And he lived in a room that only faced the chair where he worked.

Everyone knew the carpenter Botelho. Never did a poor person knock on his door without receiving alms. Master Botelho was a saint.

One night, it rained a lot. The wind was blowing with incredible force through the hose trees, wanting to break everything. It was very cold, the rain was rumbling, it was so heavy.

Then Botelho heard someone knocking on the door.

“Oh, from home!”

They shouted outside.

“Oh, from outside!”

Replied the carpenter. And he went to open the door.

“You can come in, my friend.”

Said the owner of the house. It was the monkey Felisberto, well known in the surrounding area for his antics.

“Good evening, Master Botelho!”

Said the monkey.

“I come from far, far away, under this rain that never stops. What a horrible time, Mr. Botelho! I knocked on a lot of people's houses and no one wanted to give me shelter. Then I remembered you.”

“Now, monkey Felisberto, It's your house. I only have this room, but you can stay here until the weather gets better.”

And they talked until late at night. The monkey told his life story. He was very persecuted by the King of animals, the Lion, who wanted him to come and kiss his feet every day and say grace.

“Ah, Master Botelho, what a sad life I have! The Lion only finds fun in what I do. I even asked the elephant to dance in front of the king, but the king didn't even open his teeth. Elephants can't do that. I tried all the animals I knew. But he lion only wants the monkey Felisberto. And when he's angry, yelling, wanting to fight with everyone, his anger only gets better when I arrive. And don't you think he'll give me anything. Everything is free. He never gave me a bad rap. And I have to go around doing the devils to support my family! The other day, I was taking mine from the priest's banana trees. He was eating my bananas and when I saw it, it was Father Luís, with the shotgun behind me. I jumped onto a cajá tree, jumped from branch to branch, and the priest missed his shot. The lion could get me a job. But all he wants from me is a funny face. This is too much.”

The carpenter also talked about his life:

“I work all day, friend monkey, harvesting wood for the king. Every difficult work the king sends to me. And what he gives me isn't even enough for me to eat well. This is nothing, Felisberto. I'm busy all day and when night comes I only have the courage to sleep. There are people out there who do nothing and live in abundance. I don't regret it, no. Everything is as God wants. I respect God's will. That's what life is, Felisberto. You can stay here as long as you want. It's company for me.”

Then they went to sleep. The monkey was very happy, because it had been a long time since he had found such a good place to sleep. In the morning, he could hear the birds singing from his bed. And he stretched his body with laziness. And there on the bed, he remembered that he was a magician.

Felisberto the monkey was a magician. And he had a harmonica that was the same as a magic wand. And so he thought. That carpenter deserved to have him do everything for him.

He was a man who could not be compared with either the King of Animals or the King of Men. He would give his friend everything he could do with his strength. And thinking so, he went out into the woods, leaving Master Botelho at work.

And when Felisberto arrived in the middle of the forest, he took his flute out of his pocket and started playing.

And young deer began to arrive to hear the monkey's ringing. And when he was already a hundred, Felisberto gathered everyone together and went out playing the flute.

The animals followed Felisberto, eager, with their ears open to the song.

Felisberto walked to the Palace of the King of Men.

And when the King saw that, he was amazed to see a hundred little deer of the same size, the same color, as tame as trained sheep.

“Know Your Majesty, said the monkey, that this is the gift sent to you by my lord, the well-known Dr. Botelho.”

The king had no words to thank.

He called for his treasurer and said to the old man, who had many keys in his hand:

“Fill the monkey Felisberto's saddlebags and give him ten bars of gold, so he can offer his master.”

The monkey jumped up and down for joy. And when he arrived home with the gold bars, the carpenter didn't know what to say, he was so amazed. It was the king who had sent it to him, the monkey Felisberto told him.

The King was so pleased with his work that he sent that gold.

Botelho thanked God for being remembered by the King and immediately wanted to give his companion a bar.

“Why does a monkey want gold? Having bananas to eat is what I want.”

Felisberto told him.

The next day Felisberto left for the woods at the same time. And when he got there he took his flute out of his pocket and began to play. And everything that was a bird soon arrived to listen to the monkey. No bird had ever sung there in those forests.

Not even the thrush-gongá, in the afternoon, sang like that; Not even the canary that escaped from the king's cage sang like that; nor did the concriz, those who sang what they wanted, sang like the harmonica of the monkey Felisberto.

The ducks looked at each other, embarrassed to open their beaks in those woods. And Felisberto started looking at all the birds.

The King had everyone, the King had beautiful birds in their cages.

That was when a heron appeared, which was a beauty, with feathers whiter than a cotton ball. It was what the king didn't have. And he would give anything to possess such beauty. And Felisberto played the harmonica.

And herons of the same size began to arrive, with gray legs and white feathers. And when he already had a thousand, he formed them all, two by two, and went from the forest, leading the procession with his harmonica. It felt like a royal wedding accompaniment. And the thousand herons arrived at the King's door after lunch. His Majesty was in a hammock, lying down, taking in the coolness, on the porch of the palace.

A hundred slaves fanned the king, and a hundred dwarves jumped in front of him. A princess sang him to sleep. When Felisberto approached, everything stopped. The harmonica playing sounded like angel music.

The King immediately said:

“That is the monkey Felisberto who is arriving with another gift from Dr. Botelho.” And it was. A thousand herons, two by two, guided by the monkey, were arriving. The head was in the palace yard and the rest were almost a league away.

The King was drooling with joy. What was that thing he had never seen!

The herons walked on one foot, and they all had long necks, hanging to one side. Then Felisberto stopped playing. And he spoke to the King:

“Know Your Majesty that my lord, Dr. Botelho, sent for Your Royal Majesty's pleasure these thousand herons from his backyard.”

“What rich man is this Dr. Botelho, to raise so many herons in his backyard?”

Said the King.

“These are only one-month-old offspring, Your Royal Majesty!”

Replied the monkey.

Then the King sent for his treasurer and said:

“Open my treasures and take out twenty bars of gold to give to the monkey Felisberto.”

The monkey jumped three times with joy, filled his saddlebags and returned to his friend's house. And when he got there, he immediately said to him:

“Friend Botelho, our lord the King sent this little gift for your services. He liked the straw chair you made for him so much that he wanted to pay you like a true king should pay his officers.”

The carpenter didn't even know where to put so much money.

“Monkey friend, I'm starting to get upset with so much gold. Tomorrow I'm going to give a lot of alms at the fair.”

And that's what he did the other day. And the poor made a feast with the alms. Many went shouting down the street, happy, saying throughout the houses that their Botelho was better than the king, that his Botelho was a saint, a friend of God.

The other week Felisberto went for a walk in the woods. And when he got there, he took his flute out of his pocket and began to play.

Every being that was meant to hear came. Armadillos stuck their heads out of their holes. The sloths stretched out their arms.

What they did in a week, Felisberto's harmonica made them do it in a minute. The snakes were talking in the air, curling up with joy. The poison fell from the snakes' mouths with Felisberto's song.

The thorns of the caititus became soft like a bird's feather, with Felisberto's song. Then the monkey saw a little bunny.

It was really a bunny he wanted to take to the king. And he played a song that the bunny was supposed to hear.

And bunnies arrived from all corners of the forest. And when there was no more room for any, Felisberto chose ten thousand, all the same, all the same size.

The bunnies began to hear Felisberto the monkey's music, a little dizzy.

Finally, Felisberto said:

“Rabbit friends, we're all going to a party at the King's Palace!”

“We won't! The king wants to eat us!”

Replied the wisest bunny of all. And he started to run into the forest. Then the monkey Felisberto had no doubts, he pulled out the harmonica again and played. And he played such beautiful music that the bunnies began to return again, each one to their own place.

The monkey fixed them one by one.

And two by two they went off the road with Felisberto in front, playing.

The King just had lunch with the entire royal household. And he was very happy, picking his teeth with a golden toothpick, when he heard the harmonica coming from afar. And he said to the Queen:

“That is Felisberto’ s work! Felisberto is coming with something.”

Indeed he was. A little bunny was arriving and it never ended. Felisberto was already on the porch and a little rabbit was still coming from more than a league away:

“King my lord, I bring to Your Royal Majesty this little gift that my lord sends you.”

Said Felisberto.

The king stood on one foot and the other with the gift.

“This lord of yours is the richest of my vassals.”

Said the king. And he called the treasurer and ordered him to fill all the saddlebags that Felisberto had brought.

The monkey could barely walk with the load of gold. When the carpenter saw his friend arriving, he was even more amazed.

But Felisberto told him that everything was a gift from the king, that every day that passed the king became happier with the carpenter Botelho.

That day, it was market day in the city. And the good Botelho went there with his bag of gold to give to the people. There never was such a fuss at the fair.

The poor gave thanks to God for the kindness of the good Botelho.

The crippled and the blind no longer asked for alms. The good Botelho had given them all a fortune. But Felisberto was not satisfied. He still had to do many more things for his friend.

This was what he thought about when he stretched out in bed in the morning. The king had a daughter who was worth more than all his treasures.

The princess was beautiful, with her blond hair that reached her waist.

She sang her father to sleep, with a mermaid voice. Felisberto wanted to marry the king's daughter to the carpenter. And with this idea in his head, he arrived at the royal palace.

The King was crazy with joy seeing Felisberto arrive.

“King my lord, I wanted to go for a horse ride with Your Majesty.”

“Is my pleasure, Felisberto.”

And the king ordered the two most beautiful horses in his stable to be saddled and they both went out for a walk.

“Let's take a ride, Felisberto, around the surroundings.”

That's exactly what the monkey wanted. And they both left very satisfied.

When the palace animals saw Felisberto mounted, they thought it was absurd. How could the king of men give trust to a monkey like that? A jaguar that was in a stinking pigsty didn't even want to look at it. The horse on which Felisberto was riding began to act luxuriously, giving some jumps.

Felisberto had spurs on his feet and the horse ended up walking smoothly, giving his best stride to his rider.

And they rode lands and lands.

The King and Felisberto talking.

“Whose sugar cane mill is that over there?”

Asked the king.

“The one with the big manhole, my lord King? Ah, it 's Dr. Botelho 's mill!”

And they walked. Further ahead, the King saw a field with more than a thousand black people working. There was a never end of people…

“Who owns this big field, Felisberto?”

“Know Your Royal Majesty that it belongs to Dr. Botelho Today there aren't even all the people, no. I just wanted Your Majesty to see this here on a working day.”

And they rode. The King, very envious of Dr. Botelho 's wealth.

Further on, they saw a cattle farm. No one even saw the green of the hills and floodplains, it was just cattle grazing, a beauty. The King was stunned, looking: “Whose farm is this, Felisberto?”

“Ah, this little farm, my lord King? This is the smallest of all from my lord Dr. Botelho.”

And the King became even more envious, saying to Felisberto:

“This lord of yours has more riches than my Kingdom!”

Then Felisberto spoke, very politely:

“Ah, my lord, all of this could be your Majesty's, because it could be for your Majesty's very beautiful princess daughter.”

The King looked at Felisberto and said:

“Go to your lord and tell him that I want him to marry my daughter.”

And they both returned home. Felisberto, jumping along the road, and the king with the ambition of bringing more land and more gold to his kingdom. When he arrived at the carpenter's house, the monkey was singing with satisfaction:

“Friend Botelho, he said, your Lord the King ordered you to take his daughter’s hand in marriage.”

The carpenter fell from the clouds in amazement.

“What did I do to my friend Felisberto to deserve this mockery?”

“What am I making fun of, friend Botelho!? The king wants you to marry his daughter.”

“Who am I, poor carpenter, to marry the king's daughter?”

“This is very good, who is better in the world than friend Botelho? Who has more heart than friend Botelho? Ask the blind and crippled people at the fair. Ask the poor, friend Botelho, and stop nonsense. Early tomorrow, put on your best clothes, saddle your horse and get ready to marry the King's daughter.”

The carpenter didn't even sleep that night.

He thought about the gallows.

When he arrived at the king's door with Felisberto, to marry the sovereign's daughter, he would pay for his audacity by hanging. He got up at dawn.

And he heard the birds singing in the cajá tree behind the house.

It was the last time he heard his beloved birds. His friend Felisberto was going to the gallows with him.

It was better to be a carpenter, sleep at home with his wood chips, carve his boards, than to be the husband of a princess.

Never again would he hear the birds of the cajá tree. He was having these thoughts when the monkey arrived, saying to him:

“What are you thinking about, friend Botelho ? What sad face is that? It's not like someone who's going to marry the most beautiful princess on Earth. Go get dressed and saddle your horse.”

Early in the morning, the two of them left for the royal castle. Poor Botelho, trembling with fear, only said to the monkey:

“Now hold me, friend monkey, hold me or I'll fall!”

“Do not tremble, man of God, what is all this fear?! Hold on tight and stop shaking, friend Botelho.”

Felisberto said. And when they arrived at the King's door, the carpenter saw that all the pages lowered their heads to the ground as he passed.

The King's trumpets sounded, the king's music boomed from his instruments.

It felt like the world was falling apart.

‘Is this all for me?’ The carpenter asked himself.

It was then that he saw that he was not the same. The fingers on his hands were full of the most beautiful rings on earth, the velvet on his clothes was the finest, his shoes shone like a mirror in the sun.

A more handsome, or better dressed, man had never entered there. The King soon arrived, with many pleasantries. He gave her his daughter to marry.

The Princess smiled over time, satisfied. The Queen, in and out, preparing the wedding feast. They had killed two thousand sheep and one hundred oxen.

And how many turkeys? Nobody knew that! The king's slaves danced in the yard, without shackles. The bunnies jumped from one side to the other, the herons didn't move, looking at everything.

But carpenter Botelho was shaking with fear. And when he had to take his bride home, what would it be like? Would he put his bride in that room of chips?

And taking advantage of a moment, he said to Felisberto:

“Friend Felisberto, how will this be?”

“There’s nothing. Outside, a carriage awaits you.”

Replied the monkey. And indeed. After the wedding festivities, the carpenter Botelho left in a carriage along the road.

The monkey Felisberto climbed right next to the coachman.

And, crossing paths, Dr. Botelho trembled next to his bride. What wouldn't happen to him when the princess saw his room full of chips?

And the carriage went along the road that went to the house poorer than that of the King's slaves. It was late afternoon. The sun was setting.

The carpenter Botelho closed his eyes so as not to feel his misfortune. And when he opened it, he saw from afar an illumination like that of a church on a saint's feast day. It was light everywhere, a light that rose to the sky.

And the carriage continued there, until the coachman stopped and the pages got out.

“This is your castle!”

Said Felisberto.

“For the good you did to the poor, the blind and the lame, God in heaven sent me to help you.”

And, saying this, the monkey Felisberto made three jumps, three whistles and disappeared in a whirlwind, to the end of the world.

#brazil #being a child in latin america #foklore #folktales #fantasy #fairy tales #literature #puss in boots

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sofoulandfairaday · 8 months

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Hi! New follower who saw your post on Sirius headcanons after someone else reblogged it. Sorry if it's old (I don't use Tumblr much) but I absolutely LOVED the list and thought it was very on point, especially the parallels to Bellatrix. I also can't resist asking -- why do you think he was the most powerful of the 4 Marauders?

Hi! Thank you so much ❤️ It's not old at all, and even if it was I would still be delighted to receive this ask.

Why was Sirius the most powerful out of all the Marauders?

Well. All four of them are portrayed as competent and powerful in the books. But. Peter, despite being a much better wizard than we realize at first, and the most well-versed of the four in the Dark Arts, is still portrayed as a fairly mediocre, especially during the First Wizarding War. He did become an Animagus, but only with help from James and Sirius, and he was reportedly a bad duellist (McGonagall's words). He did create that potion for Voldemort's rebirth, but I suspect that it was under Voldemort's direct instruction (man, and these kids think having Snape teach you Potions is bad) so we can say that while he was cunning and self-preserving he was the weakest of the four.

Remus was book-smart, with a wide knowledge, especially in the realm of Dark Creatures, and he's a skilled enough duellist to take part in the battle at the DoM and the Seven Potters, but he's never described as exceptional. Dolohov is, kind of, so I won't hold it against him that he lost. He was probably good with Charms, too (the Patronus Charm is notoriously difficult). Overall, a good teacher but not an exceptional fighter or wizard.

James and Sirius, on the other hand, were openly described as Transfiguration prodigies. They became Animagi at fifteen/sixteen, and James' wand was especially good for Transfiguration, according to the author. They were quick on their feet even back in their Hogwarts days, taking on Snape (bullying Snape and taking him by surprise, but still) who was described as knowing more curses when he arrived at Hogwarts than half the kids in seventh year. Also, James and Lily defied Voldemort three times (at least one of them must have been a skirmish, come on) and He wanted them as Death Eaters, so they must have been good duellists.

But James died at 21. Now, Sirius was imprisoned for twelve years, which one could argue was almost equivalent in terms of magical usage, but in the DoM he takes on Dolohov (reportedly deadly) and Bellatrix and manages to hold his own. He's so confident that he mocks her - “You can do better than that!” (By the way, I know this is off-topic, but there is no way he hasn't seen her in twenty years, just so you know). He knew various Charms (including a Patronus), could do non-verbal magic, from the way Remus talks about him I get the feeling he did better in school (he says something along the lines of he was one of the cleverest students in Hogwarts, or something).

The rest is speculation on my part because we have no confirmation but: Sirius was a Black, he probably knew some magic even before going to school. Also, he wasn't stupid and nothing indicates that he didn't like studying (he knew the entire Transfiguration book in SWM and refuses Remus' offer to study with him), if James had Head Boy duties and Quidditch Practice, I doubt Sirius spent his time lazying around if there was a war. Popular and successful people (like James) like to hang out with their equals. I think he trained since he seemed ahead enough on his coursework. A war was coming, his Death Eater brother was proof enough of that.

#hp meta #hp headcanons #asks #answered #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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justsomeunsurefancat · 4 months

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Fuck i just realized a need a name for my character.

So he's a teen into edgy things and he's sort of a magical boy but instead of wands and sparkles he uses a very edgy scythe with chains. I guess he's kinda emo but mostly based on visual kei.

Also he hides all of this from other because confidence problems. Plz help me give him a name.

I have some name ideas for him, but none of them quite fit. Also I don't want to give him a Japanese name.

Alan (Nice sound but not dark enough),

Sebastian (Too long and a bit mature i feel like)

Valentine (Like the V, but too long),

Vincent (Same as previous. I also liked these two as reference to Vincent from FF7)

Aiden (Awesome but not quite there)

Mika (I like it, but needs to be short for Mikael. Not quite there either)

Valen (Great but there's something missing)

I think something short, dark sounding with V and sharp vocals?

If you have any sugestions please leave them, even if they don't fit all the requierments I just listed the fact that I posted this means I'm starting to get desperate (or lazy)

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birlwrites · 2 years

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the noble and anciente house of rosier<3 PART TWO: THE DEETS

again, literally everything under the read more is going to be spoilers, but if you like knowing things before the POV character does so you can scream cry punch the floor over the dramatic irony, then slam that 'keep reading' button!

part 1 is here, part 2 will not make sense if you have not read it lol

anyway, this is the 'how it works' of what i discussed in part 1, since a few people expressed interest in getting even more spoilers! let's do this

so this entire post is basically a rundown of the rosier family specialty. let's start with the basics:

essentially, the rosier specialty is glamors, but not the type we see in canon. the rosiers don't change what people *see* - they change what people *perceive*. here are some facts:

charm-based

wandless and nonverbal (i'm calling this type of magic 'unassisted')

designed to be as subtle as possible - using the rosier specialty to glamor someone is like building a house of cards. when that person gets suspicious, they essentially are pointing a leafblower at the house of cards. oopsie

thus, is best suited for layers and layers of glamors over long periods of time, to shape other people's perceptions of the rosier in question

can be learned without an affinity, like all dark specialties, but the rosier specialty is one of the more difficult ones to just pick up. kids start young so they can get experienced with unassisted magic before hogwarts teaches them to depend on a wand. the subtlety is often the difficult component for people who try to learn it as adults, so it's safer for them not to use it at all

speaking of people who learn it as adults: this is oNLY people who marry into house rosier. to prevent suspicion, it's vital that nobody knows the rosiers have a specialty (ironically, they use their specialty to aid them in persuading others that yeah, they really ARE that lazy, developing a specialty sounds hard and we don't wanna :///////)

so to keep the secret in the family, you only get to know about the specialty if you are a rosier, either by birth or marriage. as an example: evan's mom aka lady rosier gets to know what it is, because she married in. however, cygnus black does not know about the specialty despite being married to a rosier. ditto for evan's sister's husband. like MAYBE they get to know that there is a specialty, but under no circumstances are they permitted to know what it is.

(and evan is definitely going to adhere to that rule! totally! he's definitely not going to be swamped with guilt and spill everything to a certain someone he maaaaaay have been glamoring over and over for years before he caught feelings and started feeling bad about it! and that conversation will definitely go super well!!!!! as we all know, that certain someone is a paragon of benevolent forgiveness who has never let hurt feelings turn into resentment and bitterness and spite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

i swear there's a happy ending they just have to work their asses off for it

another important thing about the specialty is that it's at its most effective when it works WITH people's perceptions instead of against them. how much of evan's personality do you think is truly his own, versus what his family wants him to be? how can we (or he) even tell, when he's been trained to behave a certain way for literally his entire life?

(you can ask those same exact questions about regulus, by the way)

so to the person who referenced charmspeak in percy jackson (i'm not going to @ you because i feel like then that implies you HAVE to read this post, which of course you do not, the whole reason i made a separate post for these details is so people can pick and choose how many spoilers they want): i think they're similar ideas, but they have different goals and methods - charmspeak is more focused on persuasion and relies on the voice, and the rosier specialty is more about managing expectations and perceptions and doesn't need speech to work. also, charmspeak is short term, and this is long term - and as a corollary, charmspeak is a lot less subtle and magically much stronger than the rosier specialty

okay i think that's it for this infodump, but as some of you have learned via ao3 comments, i often think i'm done infodumping and then someone asks a question and i discover i have at least 5000 more characters' worth of information in my brain. so by all means continue to ask things!

#atfhv spoilers #dark lord wip #atfhv worldbuilding

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jashinkun · 2 years

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I ride it while you drive it, drive it, drive it

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I run yo' dick, no marathon

Afterwards, I'mma need a hair salon

Got the magic touch and I don't need a wand

Make the dick come faster than Jimmy Johns

I'll suck a fart out yo' ass, just pass me a lil' cash

Had to show this nigga I am not a coward

And this pussy go a 100 miles per hour

The dick shock me like it taze me

Like a newborn better spank me

Can't suck no dick being lazy

Pussy lips fatter than Jay-Z

Bang me on the floor like the cry-baby

I'm 'bout to shut you up like the library

Trend of sucking dick, it's important

Keep that tongue out, like Jordans

Rub on my clit, it's lit

Oh yes, my papi love this

I flip this pussy inside out, I call that Gabby Douglas

You still eat it while I'm bleeding, that's my vampire

Hot pussy on yo' dick, well, we can make a campfire

The dick connected to my walls, like it's Spiderman (yeah)

My saliva don't dry up, even by a fan (it don't)

You got me caught up in yo' web, you my Spiderman (uhh)

Suck ramen noodles off that dick, that's my vitamin

Taking you in private, private, private

To sit on yo' private, private, private

I ride it while you drive it, drive it, drive it

Let you swim in my island, island, island

Taking you in private, private, private

To sit on yo' private, private, private

I ride it while you drive it, drive it, drive it

Let you swim in my island, island, island

Pussy go up and down, like a seesaw

Up at night, that's sleepwalk

Licking all on yo' meatballs

I drool on it, like a sleep dog

I can tell by the way that he sounding

He want another round, but who's counting?

Titties so perky, he so thirsty

I should show him to the Buckingham Fountain

I'm a tater thot, I'm a thot tater

On his front porch, drop the newspaper

Just to fuck him and his brother

'Cause I'm a real hoe, ain't no rules to the paper

I'm a kangaroo, the way I'm 'bout to hop on that dick

Stretch this pussy out and put stretch marks on my shit

I fuck the dick on the go

I suck the dick like a pro

Not getting snot up my nose, but you know I'm 'bout to blow

Let me prove that I'm wit' it

Make my legs touch the ceiling

Pussy fatter than a piglet

Eat this pussy, have a picnic

Have you ever met a girl more nasty than 2 Girls and 1 Cup?

Put the dick head down, thumb up my butt

That's how we play 7-up

Let me talk all in yo' ear, longer than a Martin Luther King speech

My coochie did a lot of dirty things, so of course it need bleach

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desired reality backstory

i talk about doctor who a lot so if you haven't seen the show i guess spoilers ahead?

so first things first: i need to give out a little bit of background

my name is Amelia Pond Smith, I'm the Doctor's and River's daughter. When I was born, Madame Kavarian was hunting me because she was mad at River for falling in love with her target, basically.

They ripped a hole through the universe and placed me up for adoption (left me at a hospital) and I grew up in this normal universe where nothing happens.

Throughout my life he has been popping in and out just checking in on me, like he did with Clara.

the part i don't like to think about is how he takes me back to his universe so we'll skip that part (yes i script in bad moments too because my perfect life has not perfect moments which makes me appreciate the good moments even more)

so The Doctor brings me back to his universe, but because of time travel and fixed points in time and space he takes me back in time and drops me off at this boarding school in the 1900s where 10 is there with Martha hiding from the aliens

(i never liked that episode so idr the names of the aliens)

I help him and Martha fight those aliens, and I also have my own chameleon circuit so I open it up and boom. Time Lord.

Fun and TMI Fact: I was born in the TARDIS (and made 👀) so that, along with the fact my IQ is 201, I have powers. They include the Avatar's powers like water, earth fire, and air bending. I can also metal bend, blood bend, and heal with water bending. Also have like legit magic. Not like Harry Potter magic, I don't need a wand or anything I just need an intention to use magic and a spell. Some times a spell.

So I travel with the Doctor and Martha, then Jack comes along, then the whole ordeal with The Master taking over the world and the events of season 4 happen.

When Daleks steal the Earth, I've nearly died quite a few times and the Doctor is worried, like worried about me so he sends me to live with Sarah-Jane Smith and her son Luke. I think I'm like. god hang on i actually have to think hard about this-

i think i'm 17 when this happens. My age in this genuinely confuses me.

So I live with Sarah-Jane for a few years, the Doctor does visit every now and then. 2010 happens and 10 regenerates into 11, it's very emotional for me, blah blah BUT I am there throughout all of season 5 of these events. He did promise me I can travel with him for the summer of 2010 and it is the summer before Luke goes to university so he comes with us because why not? Fun adventure before college university.

The events of season 5 happen blah blah the Doctor saves the universe. luke and i start see each other but i'm only three years older than him in this it's all fine i did think about that

Season 6 happens, it's 2012, time starts catching up, now the Doctor and River are married, she's pregnant and gives birth in the TARDIS and yes I am there for my birth because fucking time travel is confusing as all hell.

Kavarian is on the hunt for me, so I'm all grown up and need to go back into hiding. I am also not emotionally stable because my life got flipped turned upside down twice already (first time leaving my home, second time having to move in with Sarah-Jane) so the thought of having to start over A THIRD FUCKING TIME just makes me want to go and unalive Kavarian.

I mean I know I can, but River and the Doctor don't want me to live with something like that. I'm basically an angsty teenage Time Lord to them.

SO yeah my backstory is really long, i did leave some stuff out because it's so much and i got lazy. and don't come at me for inconsistencies or something. it makes sense to me because a.) it's my reality and b.) fucking time travel

this is the back bone to all my desired realities and how i get to them. i have three main dr's which is mcu, xmen, and stranger things. xmen the Doctor just drops me off at the mansion, and in mcu and stranger things i fall out of the TARDIS into that world.

i did forget to mention when writing this and i don't know when it happens, but i do know that the Doctor and i end up in the mcu universe at some point in the 1940s so i meet steve rogers and bucky barnes before captain america is a thing. bucky totally has a thing for me but i 1000% sass him

#shifting #shifting realities #reality shift #shift reality #desired reality #scripting #backstory

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geez you cant read 🚂scum dni plus how about your ableist ass dni with life ? My friend dont own you shit lmao sex critical ppl can ktm. They have the right to block you if youre beeing a creep.

Spider-Man Dick by CupcakKe (lyrics)

[Intro] I'm horny I'm horny C'mon C'mon now, baby Put it in deeper Suck that D right now, right now

[Hook] The dick connected to my walls, like it's Spiderman (yeah) My saliva don't dry up, even by a fan (it don't) You got me caught up in yo web, you my Spiderman (uhh) Suck ramen noodles off that dick, that's my vitamin

[Post-Hook] Taking you in private, private, private To sit on yo private, private, private I ride it while you drive it, drive it, drive it Let you swim in my island, island, island Taking you in private, private, private To sit on yo private, private, private I ride it while you drive it, drive it, drive it Let you swim in my island, island, island

[Verse 1] Pretty feet, and they don't smell like Fritos Fuck me 'til my pussy redder than Hot Cheetos Take a look through my clit like a peephole After we sex it, you could exit, I'm a freeload, yeah Hello, hello, it's nice to meet you Come beat this pussy up like Sharkeisha Young twat, got more eggs than Easter Nipples look like pepperoni pizza It's looking soft, let me jack it off Stick it in my hole, like we playing golf Drop them drawers, suck yo balls Work my jaws, it's all in the law Stroke me slow daddy, and do yo best Bring a big dick package, no UPS Good sex when you make a mess Come suck the milk out my fucking breast Just do it, you ain't gotta ask me Put yo face in my ass cheeks Wisconsin Dells, pussy splashy Keep the dick wet, it never ashy Gotta know how to treat this (treat this) I like my dick deep dish (deep dish) Don't want no dick that got foreskin I'm a have to show you to the door man (bye, bye)

[Verse 2] I run yo dick, no marathon And afterwards, I'ma need a hair salon Got the magic touch and I don't need a wand Make the dick come faster than Jimmy Johns I'll suck a fart out yo ass, just pass me a lil cash Had to show this n**** I am not a coward And this pussy go a 100 miles per hour The dick shock me like it taze me Like a newborn better spank me Can't suck no dick being lazy Pussy lips fatter than Jay-Z Bang me on the floor like the cry baby I'm 'bout to shut you up like the library Trend of sucking dick, it's important Keep that tongue out, like Jordans Rub on my clit, it's lit Oh yes, my papi love this I flip this pussy inside out, I call that Gabby Douglas You still eat it while I'm bleeding, that's my vampire Hot pussy on yo dick, well, we can make a campfire

[Verse 3] Pussy go up and down, like a seesaw Up at night, that's sleepwalk Licking all on yo meatballs I drool on it, like a sleep dog I can tell by the way that he sounding He want another round, but who's counting? Titties so perky, he so thirsty I should show him to the Buckingham Fountain I'm a tater thot, I'm a thot tater On his front porch drop the newspaper Just to fuck him and his brother 'Cause I'm a real hoe, ain't no rules to the paper I'm a kangaroo, the way I'm 'bout to hop on that dick Stretch this pussy out and put stretchmarks on my shit I fuck the dick on the go I suck the dick like a pro Not getting snot up my nose, but you know I'm 'bout to blow Let me prove that I'm with it Make my legs touch the ceiling Pussy fatter than a piglet Eat this pussy, have a picnic Have you ever met a girl more nasty than 2 Girls and 1 Cup? Put the dick head down, thumb up my butt That's how we play seven up Let me talk all in yo ear, longer than a Martin Luther King speech My coochie did a lot of dirty things, so of course it need bleach

#anon #ask #asks #ash's personal tag #cupcakke #shitpost

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keister-meister · 2 years

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You know what kind of annoys me in the Harry Potter fandom?

We don't give nearly enough credit to Gilderoy Lockhart. (Yes, that sounds ridiculous considering... you know.)

No, really. This fandom has a really common habit of downplaying Lockhart's villainy. In fact it feels like he's barely considered a villain at all, rather than incompetent and harmless comic relief.

I mean sure, we overall don't give as much attention to the first two books and the villains in them. I guess a lot of it comes from the fact that while the later books are darker and shift towards the YA genre, the first two books are essentially children's books – and most of us in the online fandom being teenagers and older, we tend to treat them as kind of a nostalgia thing first and foremost.

Another thing that makes Lockhart different from the typical HP villain is that he isn't a Dark Wizard or a blood supremacist, and he is never on Voldemort's side – he is not a villain because he is loyal to the "Dark Side", but because he is only loyal to himself. (Is there even any other HP villain like that? If not, well... you're special at something after all, Gilderoy!)

And then there's his character itself. I mean, he's comical, and amusing, and so annoying that it's kind of charming. He's one of those characters who you love to hate, at least if "hate" means scoffing at his idiotic bravado while feeling slightly better about yourself because at least you're not that out of touch.

Lockhart's narcissism is so over-the-top and so cartoonish that even the other characters are not capable of taking him seriously. His constant bumbling and failures to perform any kind of magic make him seem like a harmless buffoon, which he is very much not because while Lockhart cannot do many things, the one thing he can do very well is... straight up evil.

Think about it:

This man was going to rob Harry and Ron of all of their memories. He was willing to permanently mess up these children's heads to protect the false image he had built of himself. And he HAS actually successfully done this to who knows how many people before. Remember how he lost his entire memory when the spell backfired, instead of only select parts of it, and ended up in a hospital ward for probably the rest of his life? That's what he was going to do to Harry and Ron with zero qualms, and the only reason he failed was because he made the mistake of using a broken wand to do the spell. He would have rather let a child die and destroyed the minds of two others than be exposed for the liar and the unexceptional, unheroic person he really was.

Let that sink in.

This whole mind rape aspect of Lockhart actually makes him a pretty legitimately terrifying character on the scale of all HP villains. I can't believe we don't talk about it more.

What makes Lockhart's crimes especially horrible is that his motivation is 100% selfishness and entitlement. Literally the only thing Lockhart cares about is his own public image. He has no regard for anything or anyone if it's not something he can use to boost his own ego.

According to Pottermore, Lockhart was never actually talentless, but he was very lazy as well as obsessed with the idea of being famous and special. So working to actually accomplish something on his own is so beneath him that he will rather abuse others' trust to steal their accomplishments for himself so he can get the attention and admiration he feels inherently entitled to. And when someone becomes a threat to his supply, Lockhart thinks it's a justification to basically destroy their mind.

That's very disturbing.

Anyway,

There's so much "appreciation" for other unsavoury characters in the fandom: how Barty Crouch Jr. is so badass, how Umbridge is such a repulsive b*tch, how Snape is LitErAllY thE wOrsT mOst EviL cHarAcTeR eVeR and will aLwAyS be a villain in mY hEaRt...

Et cetera.

So... where is all that for our little memory stealer?

#gilderoy lockhart #harry potter #lockhart appreciation #character analysis

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Day 157: Sectumsempra Scars

Harry sighed contentedly, trailing soft, wet kisses across Draco's back. "Godric you're perfect."

Draco hummed and started to shift.

"Don't go yet," Harry pleaded, not ready for him to leave.

He yawned but relaxed a bit, "I should really get going."

"A few more minutes," Harry said, pulling Draco's body back against his own and nuzzling his neck.

Draco melted against him and Harry's heart turned to complete mush in his chest. "Just a few more minutes," he murmured.

Harry just held him, soaking up every moment of closeness that he could before the other man left. He laid there, syncing up his breathing with Draco's, settling the tempo of his body to the other man's.

He was content.

So thoroughly content to just be with Draco that time was meaningless, until Draco let out a soft huff snore and Harry realized they'd been lying together long enough for Draco to fall asleep.

He debated waking him, because Draco never spent the night, but decided to just let it be. Harry couldn't deny that he'd had this fantasy about waking up with Draco; about having a slow, sleepy morning together. He wanted breakfast together, and lazy morning sex, and cuddles, and a thousand other little moments that he'd never been brave enough to ask for.

So with one more soft kiss to Draco's shoulder, Harry drifted off too.

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Harry woke up first the following morning. He'd shifted, rolling toward Draco and opening his eyes; he wasn't prepared for the sight that met him.

The normally flawless skin of Draco's chest and abdomen was covered with raised scars, scars that intersected and crossed all the way up to his neck, one trailing as high as his cheek.

(Read more below the cut)

And for a minute, Harry tried to piece together what could have happened in his bed overnight.

Maybe it was the weight of his gaze, maybe it was his shifting around, or maybe it was something else entirely, but Draco started shifting and blinked open his eyes.

"Shit," he breathed the instant his eyes were open. His head twisted to look over at Harry.

"What-" Harry started before it occurred to him that those marks were a product of his magic, of his hatred. "No," he breathed.

"Harry," Draco said, scrambling to sit up and pull the covers over himself. "Don't-"

"He said you didn't scar," he said, desperation coloring his words. "He said you were fine. No," he repeated, shaking his head.

"It's okay-"

"It's not!" he exclaimed.

Draco swallowed and slid out of bed, taking the cover with him and wrapping it around his body. Harry couldn't help but think that Draco was obviously horrified of him.

"I hurt you," he said, "And it didn't even heal properly. I-"

"I know they're hideous," Draco interrupted. "I'm sorry, I'll do a better job covering them with spells-"

"What? No," he said shaking his head because that wasn't at all what he was trying to say.

"It's okay," he said calmly, "You don't have to be polite. I know that I'm not pretty, I know that they change how people see me-"

"Draco," he said, crawling to the edge of the bed, "You're gorgeous. I just," he broke off and covered his mouth with a trembling hand, "I thought you were fine."

"I am," he said, as though Harry had said something ridiculous.

"But I thought that they had healed," he repeated, eyes stinging.

Draco nodded, "I know. I cast a glamour so that you don't have to see them. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I didn't mean for you to have to see me like this."

"Draco, I did this to you," he managed. "I am so sorry-"

He shook his head, "Don't be. It was self defense, I was trying to hurt you-"

"But-"

"Harry," he said softly, "I mean it." He stepped closer toward the bed, blanket still firmly in place. "Everything hurt so much inside back then," he whispered, eyes filling with unshed tears. "It was a relief to not be the person who was causing me pain for once."

"Draco," he whispered, wanting nothing more than to take him in his arms and never let go.

"Let me just grab my wand and cast the glamour. You don't have to see them anymore," he said, "Just one minute and-"

"Come here," he managed, voice choked.

Draco froze and stared at him.

"Please come here," he begged, reaching toward him.

With a deep breath Draco closed the distance between them and waited.

"Can I see?" he asked softly.

Draco sucked in a breath, "You don't have to."

"Please," he whispered.

He let the blankets drop from around his shoulders, revealing the raised, pink scars.

Harry's fingers hovered over them for a moment, "Do they still hurt?"

Shaking his head, Draco murmured, "No. I don't even remember they're there most of the time."

"Can I?" he asked, fingers hovering mere centimetres over the largest scar bisecting his chest.

"Okay."

Harry trailed his fingers over Draco's chest, tracing the scars that he could see before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the largest one.

Draco shuddered, "Harry, you don't-"

Harry pulled him down into bed and laid him bare, trailing kisses along his skin, over the scars and every other bit of him that he could reach. "I love you," he whispered into the scar that crossed over his clavicle.

“What?”

“I love you,” he repeated. “I love all of you, Draco.”

A shudder worked its way through Draco body and Harry felt it in his own. “I love you,” Draco breathed.

“Yeah?”

Draco nodded, his arms wrapping tight around Harry.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” he promised. “I love you just as you are.”

Draco was silent for a long moment, hand splaying across Harry’s lower back before he said, “I don’t love me.”

Harry’s heart clenched painfully, “you’ve taught me so much about loving who I really am,” he said. “From the beginning of our relationship you’ve helped me to heal. I’d like to do that for you. If you’ll let me?”

The other man nodded, but couldn’t seem to get any words out as he held Harry tighter.

Harry kissed his cheek, his nose, his forehead, then his lips. “We’re going to be okay.”

“Together.” Draco whispered.

“Together.”

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Day 156: Rhythm | Day 158: Sunshine Take 1 and Take 2

#drarry #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlets #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #oof. sorry I’m so sleepy. this is not my best work #love confessions #soft #love #healing

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

//-//-//-//-//

You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

//-////-//-//-//-//

It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

//-//-//-//-//

You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

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As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

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Our Days in New York: Chapter 5

December 11th, 1926

The Investigative Team had required her assistance after the Grindelwald incident, so Tina had stayed away from the Wand Permit office all week. Her period of luck ended on Saturday.

“At least you won't have to keep working late every day,” Newt commented, trying to cheer her up, as the three of them walked towards the MACUSA elevators.

“You think? Abernathy has been asking about me. If I know him a little, he's gonna make sure I do everything I've missed this week.” the woman sighed. “Well, it was nice while it lasted.”

“Things will be better for you from now on Teen,” Queenie assured her, confident.

Tina raized an eyebrow. “Why would they be?”

“I can feel it,” Queenie said simply. “I have the morning shift today, so I’ll see you for lunch Newt.”

The magizoologist nodded, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. All of a sudden he was worried about something. Tina would have liked to ask, but she didn’t want to give her boss another excuse to scold her.

“Well, we should be going Queen. I don’t want us to be late,” she told both her companions. “Have a good day Newt.”

“You too.” Newt offered her a shy smile. “Good luck Tina.”

Tina stepped into the elevator sporting a smile of her own. She was beginning to find comforting the way he pronounced her name. The accent she had found so irritating days ago had started to grow on her.

Her good mood decreased when Abernathy came to receive her. He accompanied Tina to her desk, to tell her he expected she had enjoyed her brief “vacation”, but that there was a lot to do.

The desk was crowded with stacks of papers so high they were unstable. Not willing to give her boss the triumph of seeing her upset, she maintained her most neutral expression as she sat down, making as if she didn't mind being there for a month putting all that in order. Even though people in the office usually took advantage of her efficiency to make her do extra tasks, she had never faced such a lot.

He had done it on purpose, of course. When Queenie or some of the other employees were ill or took the day off, he made sure somebody else handled their paperwork. But he couldn't do that for Tina, who had never taken a day off ever since she started working in the Wand Permit Office. Instead, he had let a week's worth of paperwork accumulate on her desk.

The week of freedom had done little to prepare Tina for the harsh disappointment of being back to her old life. If anything, it was making the experience more bitter. For the past days, she had taken part in an investigation. Less than ten hours ago she was walking around Newt’s case, tending to magical creatures.

For a moment, she had let herself believe that things were falling into place. That her life could be, not only bearable, but something to be excited about. She had felt more herself than she had in a very long time.

But the fantasy had to come to an end: She was still a Wand Permit Office employee, and Newt was leaving on Thursday. She had to wake up and face reality again.

“Back to normal, Goldstein.”

Resigned, she got to work. She was lucky to be so good in her modest desk job, for it was what prevented Abernathy from sending her to serve coffee or clean the bathrooms. It wasn't great, but it could be worse. Tina always reminded herself of that.

Queenie dropped by around ten, bringing a very welcomed cup of coffee for her.

“How's it going?”

“What do you think?” she answered, crossly. “I'm sure that the last half of this pile here was supposed to go to Ruby. But if I say something, Abernathy will say I'm lazy, or whatever. Maybe Newt has some creature we could feed this idiot to.”

“If he doesn't, he'll go find one for you,” Queenie giggled. She sat on the edge of her sister's desk and leaned in with purpose. “Are you going to see him in his case again this afternoon?”

“I don't know,” she said, absent-minded, still concentrated on the paper in front of her eyes. “I have to finish all of this, or I'm not going anywhere for the next month.”

“He's gonna be waiting for you.”

Tina raized her eyes and found the legilimens suggestive look. “Oh, stop it, Queenie,” she exclaimed.

“He likes you. And I know you like him.” Queenie accused her.

“Of course I like him, he's nice,” she told her, matter-of-factly. “Why would I not like him?”

“I mean like like.”

“How old are you, twelve?”

“C'mon, I know you noticed as well.”

“What?”

“That he stares at you all the time.”

Of course, Tina had. She had caught him staring several times during the past days, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. But Queenie was putting it under a light too exaggerated to her liking.

“It's not like that. I think that's the way Newt is,” she justified. “He's trying to figure me out. Studying me, as he would do with a creature. It doesn't mean anything.”

“Teen, I have to break it to you: Men don't stare at women they don't like,” Queenie said, in the tone someone would use to explain a fact to an obstinate child.

“Newt’s not like most men, Queen.”

“I know, but you can see his change of attitude.” the other insisted. “When we met him he hardly talk at all, and he wouldn't make eye contact. In a matter of days, he talks to you every chance he has and looks at you like you're the only thing that exists in the room.”

The statement made Tina's cheeks burn. It wasn't as much as that, was it?

“Yes, it is.”

“That's not fair, he talks to you a lot.” Tina tried to fight back, weakly.

“Yes, but when you're around he doesn't pay attention to anything else,” Queenie remarked. “And he thinks such nice things about you.”

“I don't want to know Queenie!” she blurted in a scandalized whisper, looking around in fear of someone in the office hearing that. “And you shouldn't be telling me. He's your friend, why wouldn't you let him keep his privacy?”

“Teenie, even if I couldn't hear him, it's obvious. Anybody could tell by looking at him.”

Tina remembered Newt's uneasy expression when Queenie had come into the case the day before. Had she said something to him?

“I was just making conversation, Teenie.”

“Queenie don't you dare teasing Newt about it,” she said, serious. “I know you're kidding, but he is shy. If you insinuate something like that he is capable of staying in his case for the rest of his trip.”

“He won't, trust me,” Queenie dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. “And I didn't imply anything about you, just so you know. I barely told him that you had loved the first visit to his case a lot... “

“You what?”

“... because he needed reassurance.” she completed, unbothered by her sister's horrified expression. “He was under the impression you had put up with him out of kindness.”

“I said I had liked it, and I thanked him for showing me around. Why would he think that?”

“But you were so formal with him the first few days,” Queenie reminded her. “Now that you have loosened up a bit I think he understood you go visit him because you want to. See, I said nothing wrong.”

“Still, I don't like you talking with him about me,” Tina shrugged, uncomfortable. “I know you mean well, but sometimes you are...”

“I'm what?”

“Too indiscreet.”

“Tina, you're as obvious as he is,” Queenie laughed. “I love teasing you, but seriously: You're enjoying his visit a lot, and we both know I'm right.”

“No, you're not,” she replied, stubbornly. “You have a big imagination.”

The legilimens rolled her eyes. “If you say so.”

“You have to admit that your tries to set me up with men have always been fruitless,” Tina pointed out, already bored of the conversation. “Give up, I'm a lost cause. But please, don't meddle into this friendship I've managed to make.”

“You’re not a lost cause. You haven’t found someone you could fall in love with yet.” her sister told her gently. “You have so much to give Teen, don’t hold yourself back.”

Tina shook her head. “Why are we even talking about this?”

“Of course, in this case, the man in question comes with a package deal.” Queenie continued, ignoring her. “When I imagined the perfect suitor for you, it never occurred to me that you could end up being the mother of a ton of magical creatures.”

The ridiculousness of the statement tore a chuckle out of her sister.

“Queenie, listen to what you're saying.”

“What if it ended up being true?” she ventured with a mocking smirk. “Oh, I could tell this story to your kids.”

“You're a seer as well now?” Tina giggled. “What kids? You should be a novelist. See the story you're making up out of scratch.”

“What's so funny?” Abernathy appeared at the side of her desk, interrupting the women's conversation

“It's nothing, sir,” Tina said immediately, her laugh dying.

“It must be something interesting, seeing as is keeping you from doing your work,” he remarked with a smile that pretended to be kind. “You shouldn't be entertaining your sister.”

“Me?” she asked, taken aback. She had barely looked up from her paperwork in the last two hours, and it was all too clear that it was Queenie who had come to talk to her, and not the other way round. But of course, she couldn't say that. “I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.”

“Oh, Mr. Abernathy, it's my fault.” Queenie interfered with her most disarming smile. “I needed to remind my sister of a commitment she has this afternoon. She's so focused on the work that she forgets about things like that sometimes.”

“There's no stopping you, is it?”

“I see. What a pity she has so much paperwork to finish today,” he answered, delighting at the thought of ruining her plans. “Let's hope she manages to get it done in time to keep her commitment. Or otherwise, that it's nothing that can't be postponed.”

Queenie kept smiling, and Tina didn't miss how her boss' eyes traveled up and down her body. Anger and indignation welled up inside her.

“Damn idiot.”

“Anyways, I have coffee to serve,” Queenie grinned, hearing her sister, and thinking of a way to take Abernathy away from her as soon as possible. “Would you like a cup Mr. Abernathy? I'll make it extra special for you.”

Unable to do anything else, the man followed the witch’s graceful figure down the corridor.

It took Tina ten minutes to concentrate again. It was always the same: Queenie got out of it by batting her eyelashes, while she was probably going to be stuck there until dinner time. But she wouldn't want the kind of attention men lavished on her sister in a million years. Queenie deserved so much better than those disgusting looks.

Tina's quill moved over the paper, filling form after form in quick succession, with the skill of a person who has been doing the same for years. She lingered on a few reports that needed more careful development and tidied them up in neat piles.

Queenie left a hot dog on her desk before heading home, with an apologetic glance. Tina ate it without tasting it, and kept working.

After lunchtime, she had gotten to the simple tasks, like filling forms and sealing documents. It was the most methodical part of the job, and the one she had come to like best, for it left her mind free to wonder.

Away from Queenie's curiosity, she allowed herself to think about the day before, the best of that crazy week so far.

She had been anxious about going inside the case again. What if she was disturbing her guest? What if he didn’t want her there every day, and she was imposing? But Newt had put her at ease from the beginning. He was surprised but pleased to see her.

It was clear to her that the man wasn’t very good with social interactions, but then, she wasn’t either. He was trying to talk more, which she found endearing.

The conversation had been wonderful. Even though she possessed a very spirited and active mind, Tina had always been one to speak little. Losing her parents so young had made her reserved and cautious with the ones surrounding her. It was difficult for her to form attachments with people.

Trusting someone enough to have a meaningful conversation was new. She had always placed her trust in Queenie, but her sister had almost full access to her mind, whether Tina wanted it or not. Over the years, she had gotten more and more used to not talking, growing permanently silent.

Newt couldn't look inside her head, or fish for long-gone memories. She had wanted to share her thoughts with him, of her own free will. It was strange that she could have that kind of relationship with a person she hadn’t known for long, but it felt natural.

He had shared a lot too. For his way of speaking, she got he wasn’t used to that either.

Tina knew her sister had a point when she said Newt’s attention was on her. Not that he got on bad with Queenie; she rather thought he enjoyed spending time with both of them at dinner. But for some reason, she seemed to be his favorite. She couldn't deny that having someone who preferred her over her sister was flattering.

She felt his eyes on her constantly, following her every movement. Not like men stared at her at the office, like she was a nuisance. Not like men stared at Queenie. He looked at her with a mix of admiration and wonder. It made her nervous, but it was far from unpleasant.

Not that she believed for a minute in Queenie's theory that he was interested in her in any way that wasn't friendly. But the fact that her sister kept insisting on it was curious. Had she seen something inside his head? What did it mean that he thought nice things about her?

She was almost sure he had come to appreciate her company, otherwise, he wouldn't have invited her to come into the case whenever she wanted. Tina got a warm feeling every time she thought about it. Newt wasn’t one to care about social conventions, so if he had invited her, it must be because he wanted her there.

It made sense. Their conversation about their respective school days had made her realize how similar they were. He was a lonely person, just in the same way she was. It was only natural for them to feel drawn to each other, without it necessarily having to mean anything else. Queenie was too romantic, she decided.

Maybe if she hurried, she could still be home in time to help him finish the feeding rounds. Even if she didn’t manage to, the next day was Sunday, so she could spend the whole afternoon in the case.

“Goldstein.”

Abernathy’s irritating voice cut her happy thoughts. The man was coming through the corridor towards her, urgency in his step. What had she done now?

“I’m almost done with the forms from Wednesday, sir.” Tina started. “I’ll have the others…”

“Never mind that now,” he interrupted. “You’re required at Madame President’s office.”

That couldn’t be good. The witch swallowed. “What is it about, sir?

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, don’t keep the president waiting.” he demanded, impatient.

Tina made her way to the top floor with the feeling her stomach was twisted in knots. She had no idea what time it was, but for the light on the hall, it might have been mid-afternoon. It was hard not to lose the track of time while being trapped in a cellar all day. She was aware of other employees watching her in the elevator, but she had no energy to care.

What did the president want with her? Had she found something incorrect in one of her reports? Had she decided to fire her, now that she had gotten what she needed from her? If Abernathy was pleased, it had to be bad news.

Pickery’s secretary indicated her the president was waiting, so after a second of hesitation, she entered the room.

The president’s office looked as she remembered it. Tina had been there only once, with the motive of her demotion. She tried very hard not to think about it.

Pickery was sitting at her desk, a file in her hands, and an untouched cup of coffee by her side. “Goldstein.” she greeted her. “Take a seat.”

“Yes, madame President,” Tina mumbled.

“I’ve been reading all of your reports today. I have them here.”

“Is there something wrong with them, ma’am?” she asked, worried.

“No, not at all. You did a good job,” the president must have noticed the uncertainty in Tina’s eyes because she added. “You’re not in trouble, Goldstein. I've made a decision that concerns you today, and I wanted to communicate it to you personally.”

A little tension eased from the young shoulders. “Oh.”

“I don’t have much time, so I’ll go straight to the point. Your assistance, along with Mr. Scamander's, was key in Grindelwald's capture. You have also contributed to the case with valuable information.” Pickery began, leaning on the desk. “I have to admit that you were on the right path when you spotted that young boy. I ignore what was the thing that draught you to him, but your instincts were right. You did well.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” The president was recognizing that she had been wrong. It wasn’t a direct apology, but Tina wasn’t expecting one, so it was good enough.

“All things considered, I believe your intervention deserves a reward.” she made a pause, for effect. “The Investigative Team could do with more people like you right now.”

Tina’s eyes shot wide open. “Madame President?”

“I hope you'll consider it.”

“You want me to go back to my old position?” she inquired, needing to hear it plainly.

“No, I want you to be part of the senior team.” Pickery clarified. “Grindelwald's capture is part of the solution, but he has several followers, and the situation with the obscurial is concerning. MACUSA needs someone to follow that from up close.”

“I can't believe...” Tina was overwhelmed. “I don't know what to say.”

“You can say that you'll be here on Monday, first thing in the morning, ready to start.”

“Yes, of course, I will.”

“I want to be clear, Goldstein: I'm giving you a second chance.” the president warned her. “I won't give you another.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Tina agreed, making to stand up. “Thank you so much.”

“One more thing before you go. I'm aware Mr. Scamander is staying with you and your sister.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

If the president thought it improper for two single women to give shelter to a man with a magical suitcase, she didn't say it. Tina decided not to get in the particulars unless she was asked to.

“I think it'll be a very convenient solution for everyone if you could be the one to keep an eye on his suitcase,” Pickery indicated. “I'll like the daily examinations to be your responsibility for the rest of his stay in New York. You will report on that to Mr. Kleeman.”

“I can do that, ma’am.” She couldn’t believe her good luck. Not only was she being promoted, but also given the chance to spend more time in the case. More time with Newt. She hoped her cheerfulness wasn’t too obvious to Pickery.

“Perfect. That would be all, then,” she said, checking her clock. “I suggest you go clear your desk before going home. You will be assigned a place in Major Investigation on Monday.”

Tina stood up, bursting with excitement. She had to get home, tell Queenie and Newt.

“I won't disappoint you madame president.” she promised, “I'm so grateful for the opportunity.”

“I hope so,” Tina saw the president hesitating for a moment before speaking up again. “You must know Goldstein, there was someone that came directly to me to advocate for you.”

“For me?” her brow furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

“Mr. Scamander.”

Tina was shocked. “He... Did he?”

“He took the chance to give me his opinion on the subject during our short reunion on Thursday. He was quite eloquent, I must say.” she continued, observing her employee’s reaction. “I take you were not aware of that.”

“No, indeed ma’am…I was not.” Tina stammered.

“I found his interest surprising myself, but he is a peculiar man after all.” the president concluded. “Now, go get your things, Goldstein. And send me Natalie on your way out, would you?”

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Weeks later, Tina would remember the hour that followed that meeting as a blur. She had a faint recollection of giving the news to Abernathy and of clearing her desk, but her mind was far away from MACUSA.

It was getting dark by the time she left the Woolworth Building and headed home. As she usually did when she needed to think, she took the long way to her apartment. The night air would help her to clear her head. She was happy but restless; she wasn’t sure how to react.

He hadn’t mentioned it. But doing something nice and not taking credit for it sounded like the kind of thing Newt would do. It also explained why Queenie keep saying that he liked her: She knew about it. Newt was uncomfortable with Queenie because he was aware of that. Had her sister confronted him? Had he requested her to keep the secret? That was likely. Otherwise, Queenie would have spilled it the second she found out.

Newt having this attention with her showed so much kindness, and care; a real wish to see her well. That he had taken the time and the work to talk to the president for her benefit was more than she could have ever expected from him. She felt seen, and the novelty of it made her feel off-balanced.

Curiosity was consuming her. What had he said to the president? She knew she would never dare to ask him. Asking Queenie would be like betraying Newt’s confidence, so she couldn’t do that either. Would he prefer to keep it a secret? What would he say if she stepped up and thanked him? If she gave him a hug?

Tina blushed at the thought. No, that would be too much. It would make him uncomfortable. And it was another thing she would never dare to do. But she wanted to show him that she was grateful somehow. She decided she’ll let him know she was aware of his actions, and let him say about the subject as little or as much as he preferred.

Mrs.Esposito was taking out the trash when she arrived, so Tina didn’t get to reach the middle of the stairs before being directed some questions about her day, much to her impatience. Today, she expressed her concern about Tina coming home so late.

The landlady was a good woman, though cranky and sometimes nosy. She imparted a strict vigilance in both her tenants, even though they had never given any trouble.

Mrs. Esposito didn't approve of young unmarried girls being called on by men, especially if unchaperoned. She had established a set of rules that Tina had never had a reason to break before. She knew the lady was trying to look out for her and Queenie, but her mistrust had irritated her more than once. Did she believe she had a line of suitors eager to pay her visits? Who the hell did Mrs. Esposito suppose she was gonna bring?

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would be smuggling a man inside the apartment daily. Or that she'd be so happy to do so.

She endured Mrs.Esposito for a few more minutes. As soon as she felt it was polite to say her sister must be waiting for her, she escaped upstairs.

When she opened the apartment door Queenie was already waiting for her, a radiant smile on her face. Tina ran straight into her open arms, nearly hysterical in her happiness.

Hi! This chapter was supposed to be half about Tina, half about Newt. As I didn't have time to finish it today, please accept this shorter-than-usual just Tina chapter. I'll post the rest as soon as I'm done with it. Besides, I watched the new trailer yesterday and I'm feeling really underwhelmed, so I think a little Tina is the appropiate thing to cheer up right now. I just uploaded it on AO3 as well https://archiveofourown.org/works/36348679/chapters/90620767

As always, thank you for reading❤

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Out of The Woods

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 4

"They loved each other recklessly"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even when you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the Stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 4,754

Warnings: some angst and fluff, some shade was thrown, mentions of violence.

A/N: this is one of my favourite songs ever. Again, I suggest listening to the song which I linked both on Spotify and YouTube right below. As always you can always ask to be added to the taglist!

A/N: the dividers were made by the lovely @chrissquares! Thank you @nacho-bucky for beta reading this!

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It's been a while since you felt this way.

Even back then, it was rare that you woke up before him, but you always relished it. You could feel all of him, the comforting weight of him almost lulled you back to sleep. With his chest pressed against your back, and arm curled around you, it felt as if he was enveloping all of you. You didn't mind that. It was weird how easily you fell back into old patterns, but how could you not? The only time you ever felt this good was with him, you never knew this kind of thing exists before him, and you never saw it again after him. But here it was again.

You couldn't bring yourself to care that it won't last, not with the way he felt next to you.

Certainly not with the small feather like kisses you now felt being pressed against your neck, spreading goose bumps in their wake.

"What's on your mind, love?" you loved hearing his voice in the morning.

"Do you think it'll all be worth it?"

"We will find out with time." He made you believe that, he knew the effect he had on you.

He felt colder against you than you remembered, he was different.

"They won't like this, you know."

"Since when do you care about what other people think?" he lifted himself onto an elbow to look at you.

You were different too.

"I have a family now. So many things have changed, Loki." His hair was softer now, you smiled as you racked your fingers through his messy hair, it was your fault after all. "You changed too."

A lot has happened after he left you, he was grateful that he decided to leave you, it was the right thing to do even if it hurt you.

"I did, I suppose."

"I mean, after you- you left it was a good few years and then I saw you on TV in the battle of New York, and next thing I know you are here in the tower with me."

"Yes, a lot has happened." He dosed off in thought.

"What?"

"Nothing, darling, we should get up." He met your lips in a short kiss, smiling down at you.

"Fine, let's go." You grabbed the sheets and pulled it against you, searching for your clothes. You pulled yourself up from the bed when you didn't see find your shirt which you changed to last night, at least that was before your second round. "Hey Loki did you see my-"

Turning around he looked at you with a smirk, already dressed in new clothes. You totally forgot about his magic, he always did it.

"Panties? They are right here, but I'm afraid they are quite ruined." You wished you could wipe that smirk off his face.

"I was looking for my shirt, you asshole." He just held up his other hand and you grabbed your shirt, turning to go to your closet.

You missed him so much.

"Then you have to fold it again- no Loki," you giggled when you watched him try to copy your movements on this lazy afternoon you shared with him. "Fold it to the other side, the airplane needs to be identical on both sides so it could fly." Loki glared at you and you tried and failed to stop your giggles. But when you weren't looking at him, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"I don't know why you call this paper thing an airplane, it doesn't look like those machines you showed me pictures of." He looked at your perfectly crafted paper and scoffed when he saw his.

"Because these paper airplanes can fly, look" you waited for him to finish his one before throwing yours. He watched your proud expression when it flew around for a couple of seconds before it fell on the floor and you went to fetch it. "Try to do it with yours."

Loki concentrated with furrowed eyebrows as he copied your movements and watched as his work flew for a second before it crash landed on your couch.

"That was great!"

"That was pathetic!"

"We can try again." You fixed his airplane and gave it to him.

"Or, we can do this my way." He smiled at you mischievously and told you to throw it at three."

"One, two, three!" when you released your plane, your watched in wonder as Loki worked his magic on it. Your two paper airplanes were flying throughout the living room together. You caught him staring at you when you looked back at him. Smiling, you leaned over the table to connect his lips to yours in a short kiss. "Isn't my way much better?"

You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face, so you brought him in for another kiss as the paper airplanes kept flying around the room.

•

"You can tell yourself whatever you want Tony, you are not a good cook." you coughed at the smoke that filled up the kitchen. Natasha was fanning herself with a towel.

"Well at least I am trying to cook! I was going to make something nice for our Asgardian guests." You almost laughed at him pointing a pan at Natasha with an apron on, but that comment died on your throat. "Where did you disappear to last night?"

"What?" you stood next to the open window, getting some fresh air.

"One minute you were with me and the next you walked away and disappeared. Wait-" she paused and tilted her head. "Did you go home with someone?"

Sam whistled from the door.

"Y/N go get some!" he raised a hand to high five you but you only glared at him.

"I got tired of the party, so what if I did?"

"That guy from IT who has a crush on you will be very disappointed."

"Who the hell has a crush on me?" with the smoke out you finally got your eggs and toast for breakfast, snatching the one that wasn't burnt.

"Mike? You know that guy who was talking to you last night?"

"What? No way, he was just making conversation and he was talking to you too." You scrunched your nose.

"Are you doubting my spy skills?"

"Yep, but either way it's not my fault if he's upset it's his problem." You shrugged, biting into your food.

"So you actually were with a guy." You looked up mid bite.

"You bitch."

"Language, the captain is here."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, Steve."

"Y/N met a guy."

"You what now?" he crossed his arms and looked at you. "Who is he?"

"No one, can we just move on? We have a briefing soon with the asgardians you're making so-called food for, so just eat up and shut up."

Natasha only shrugged at Steve's raised eyebrow.

•

"Brother, where did you go to last night? I found Tony but I couldn't find you after we split up." Thor spoke to his brother as they walked through the corridors of the Avengers Tower.

"I went to the lab, parties are not my thing, neither are your midgardian friends." Thor shook his head.

"They are really nice Loki, especially Y/N." Loki faltered in his step at her mention. It did not go unnoticed by Thor.

"Why are you so insisted on talking about her? I told you already that we are not-"

"Loki, despite everything that happened I still know you, just a little bit." He put a hand on Loki's shoulder, stopping in the middle of the hall. "I just want to tell you to be careful with her. Her friends here, and especially Steve- he will not react to it well."

"So I should just bow down to that?" Loki looked up at Thor, anger flashed in his eyes.

Shrugging Thor's hand off, he went into the room where the avenger's were sitting around a table. In the front stood Tony, waiting for the two asgardians to arrive, while he snacked.

And then Loki saw you, you sat right at the head of the table just across from him, catching his eye and then looking down when you started to feel your face heat up. Wanda smiled slightly beside you.

"Okay, now that we are all here, tell them what you started telling me yesterday. Thanks for not showing up Horny head, Thor couldn't tell me everything without you."

Thor chuckled and held Loki back.

"There were weapons that were stolen from the Asgard royal vaults. We still don't know how they managed to get to Asgard or even get into the vaults in the palace. Loki knows more about what was stolen, go ahead brother."

"Very well, the weapons that were stolen are very ancient and very dangerous. One of them is Laevateinn, my old wand-"

"You had a wand?" Pietro laughed from the corner, you kept your wide eyes on Loki. He told you about it several times and this wasn't good.

"What else was stolen?" you leaned forward now, but Loki had a hard time meeting your gaze as he looked back at Thor as if they had a silent conversation. "Loki?"

Steve turned his head to you, surprised at your tone. He was even more surprised when Loki met your eyes and kept them on you as he obeyed your request.

"It's called the Skofnung."

•

It has been an hour, and it was safe to say that everyone in the room was on their toes, tense.

"You said you kept an enchantment on it! You said you hid it, how the hell did they get to your wand?" you were standing up, yelling at Loki in frustration.

"I did do that! But after I was away for a long time, the spell around it weakened and my stupid father thought it would be safer to put it in the vaults alongside all the other things!" he countered back.

"Hey Loki, do not talk about our father like that."

"Oh come on Thor, he is stupid don't deny it." You were so frustrated that you didn't even care anymore, you could feel Steve's gaze burning into your skin as he stood beside you.

"And how would you know that?" he asked you then, and before you could think you replied on instinct.

"Because he always treated Loki like a-" you realized your mistake when you saw a shift in his eyes, and the room went quiet as the spies and geniuses caught on.

You hated that between all the anger in his eyes, you saw betrayal there too.

Loki leaned against the wall and watched the scene in front of him unraveling.

"So, it's him? Is that why you weren't telling us anything?" Steve got angrier by the second and you didn't dare look around to see the others' responses. "You two were-"

"Okay, Steve calm down now." You were thankful for Wanda but Steve only shot her down.

"No, I want to hear what she has to say. Did you lie to us about anything else?"

"I didn't lie to you Steve! I was just trying to-"

"No but you did lie to me, you are involved with the psychotic guy who terrorized earth!" he pointed to Loki then, but you knew that if you looked at Loki you'll break down.

"Steve, maybe we should slow down from the accusations." Sam put a hand on his shoulder but he didn't let down.

"Yes, Steve I was with him, and I didn't tell you because I was scared of this exact reaction! This is what I tried to prevent!"

Loki was ready to fight the captain for making you feel this way.

"You can't be with him Y/N! He is not good for you! You don't know all of the things that he did!"

"Captain, if you have any anger let it out on me, not her." Loki spoke up and walked forward in the room.

"Oh I assure you, I will." He sent daggers at Loki before looking back at you, at this point your eyes were teary. "Y/N you will stay away from him."

"Enough!" your eyes flashed at him and the room glowed in purple before it all went quiet. Wanda looked at her friends' dazed eyes and she was about to go to you when Bucky beat her do it.

"Doll, you can't keep him like this forever, he will still fight. We both know that." He and Wanda moved through their friends to get to you as you went to the door.

"Darling what did you do?" he stopped you when you grabbed him to go away.

"I just needed it to stop." You turned to Bucky and Wanda. "They are fine, I just sent them to calm down, it'll wear off once I'm up in my room. Please just calm them down, I can't bear him being mad at me."

They nodded at you. After that you grabbed Loki and left to go up to your room. It was silent.

"You shouldn't have done that." Loki looked down at you with concern.

"He didn't stop. Do you see now why I didn't want them to know?" you crossed your arms, but your demeanor soon fell and he was ready for you when you rested your head on his chest.

"I understand. I didn't realize you were that close."

"They are my family Loki, I may didn't have one when we were together but now I do," you looked up at him. "And I care about them."

Loki locked the door to your room in a green flash when you went inside.

"Come lie with me?"

"It's midday my darling." You only hummed in response and got on the bed. With the begging look you gave him he had to oblige.

Getting in the bed, you laid your head on his chest and he traced invisible patterns on your exposed skin. His other hand playing with your hair, he couldn't help but drift off into his memories.

•

"Do you want me to go punch him? You know I would." He kept silent and just took your hand until you got on the bed with him. "Or maybe I could go your style and stab him. Lightly."

"I just want to forget about that." You nodded and laid back. You let him lay his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, as if you could protect him from the world. "He is my dad too, I don't understand why he always listens to Thor and not me."

"As I said, I'd gladly punch him for you. I don't care if he is a king."

"Thor's coronation will arrive soon enough. I don't think he'll ever realize that I could be king too." You had to hold back your anger at his so called family, you had to hold it back because now all he needed was a warm place, which he always found with you. He stayed quiet, playing gently with the necklace hanging from your neck, which he gave you all those months ago.

If he could, he'd stay here with you until the end of eternity. He would stay home.

"Rest now, my love, I'll be here when you wake up."

•

You woke up to Loki. He turned his head to you and gave you a light kiss to the crown of your head.

"How long was I asleep?" you stretched a bit before falling back onto Loki.

He was still here.

"About an hour, do you want me to get you some food?"

"No." you shook your head at him, he was scared of the glint in your eye. "I'll go get it myself."

"Darling, do not ignite this fire for nothing." He knew it was futile, once you set your mind on something there was nothing to do.

"I don't care, they'll deal with it. I need you now. I tried to do it quietly but they just won't listen so I'm just going to do it like you would. A big 'fuck you' to them."

"Maybe consider at least-"

"We both know I am stubborn, so you are going to come with me and we are going to get food." He remembered you being feisty but not to this level, you grabbed his arm and walked out of the door.

It could be over a week from now, but right now you just needed him with you, and they needed to realize that.

"Well then, let's do this properly." Loki smirked when he stopped you, and you matched him when he put his arms around you, and in the next second you were just outside of the kitchen.

The Avengers in the living room stilled at your sudden appearance. Steve was nowhere in sight, neither was Bucky.

"I'm going to get us food, stay here." You gave him a playful peck on the lips and went to the kitchen.

Natasha joined you a moment after.

"What are you doing?" she leaned on the wall when you pulled out some leftover pizza.

"Heating up some pizza, do you want some?"

"You know that's not what I asked," you turned your back to her, walking to the microwave. "Why him? He is not-"

"How would you know if he is not right for me? You don't know me, or him." You turned back to her, furious. You were surprised to see the momentary offended look in her eyes.

"Do you know him? He changed. There are things that you don't know, that we do."

"I know him better than all of you, even better than Thor. I know enough about him to know who he is and who he is not." Scoffing, you got out the slices of pizza.

"It's been a while since you saw him last, and by the looks of it he hurt you pretty badly, a lot has changed for both him and you."

"Do you really think I don't know that?"

"I'm just saying, Y/N, how do you know he won't hurt you again?" you took the plates to the table.

"I don't."

"I'm just looking out for you. So does he."

She didn't have to specify, you had no clue what you were going to do with him.

"You are practically a mini Steve at times, always so stubborn." She left you at that.

Loki was outside of the kitchen, just around the corner in the common room he stood with a sly smirk when some of the Avengers were in edge when he sat.

He decided to use the opportunity to study them, when one caught his eye. The scarlet witch. He hadn't met her before, yet she seemed to have a certain connection to you, she was unaffected by the commotion earlier that day.

She returned his gaze and he was suddenly affected by a weird daze. She was in his mind.

Raising a brow at her, he let her try to find something, he was stronger. He felt something crack in his mind and he could see it clear as day.

Thor and his friends were talking in the bar, drinking as usual, when he felt an urge to go back to your arms, longing to just sit with you and watch one of those silly shows you love so much.

He quickly excused himself and as fast as he could, he evaded all the eyes so he could get to Midgard the fastest.

He stood in the middle of your living room, not wanting to scare you (again). It took him a second to get his bearing when he realized the scene in front of him. Two men in dark outfits were there, when they turned he knew they were no ordinary men. And they were clearly not wanted here.

On instinct and fear he pulled out two daggers and stabbed them both in the necks before they could retaliate. When he was sure they were down, he sent them somewhere far away. His eyes frantically looked around for you. Only then when it was silent he could hear your short breaths and whimpers.

"Y/N? My love?" he went towards the bathroom which was locked, not missing a beat he got inside and saw you crying and scared on the corner, holding a hair straightener as a weapon.

"Loki?" you lowered the weapon and Loki crouched down beside you, taking your shaking body in his arms.

"Oh my love, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here." He held you close as you let out sobs until you calmed down and your breathing went back to normal.

"I heard voices and I hid here but I didn't have my phone with me, I forgot it. They would've found me and I couldn't call for anyone, Loki." He only hushed down your panicked voice.

"I promise no harm will ever come to you when you have me, I'll always be here." He picked you up and took you to bed, spreading endless kisses all over your face.

You were curled on top of him until you fell asleep safe and sound. Once Loki was sure you were sleeping, he started chanting. He was going to make sure you were protected when he wasn't around. He put up wards around your apartment with the oldest and strongest spell he knew. By the end of it he was tired, but it was all worth it for you. Anything was worth it.

He had never felt such fear.

It was hard to keep his strong demeanor up after the triggered memory. Looking at the witch all he saw was a surprised look, he had clearly underestimated her abilities. It won't happen again.

He heard your footsteps and was eager to get out and away from the witch when the elevator doors opened and there the Captain stood, alongside the Sergeant and the Falcon.

The blue eyes were trained on him. Then they moved to a figure behind him.

The falcon put a hand on his shoulder. Steve let out a chuckle when Loki went up and stood next to you.

"The literal cold blooded killer? Are you sure about your choice here, kid?" his jaw was set, but his eyes showed more.

"He's here to help you. And yes." You took Loki's hand and kept contact with Steve.

You barely heard Bucky mutter under his breath.

"Aren't everyone in this room killers, Captain?" Loki challenged.

"Some of us have an actual reason, not an excuse." He countered.

"Steve, maybe we should let it go for now" Bucky whispered to Steve and the two of you walked back to the kitchen for your ready meal. Said meal being pizza.

"An excuse," you scoffed. "You did something bad yes, but you're not making excuses for it, you don't have an excuse for it you are just redeeming yourself and getting better. You are just setting things right."

You whispered the last part, but it didn't matter because you drifted off into your head, not noticing Loki's quiet demeanor.

•

That night, Loki lay with you in your bed wide awake as you drifted asleep next to him.

The events of the day stuck to him, the memory lingered in his mind as if it happened just mere hours ago, the strike of fear. He did not think about that day often, but he knew exactly where the witch took it from.

He stood in the middle of your apartment; you still weren't home, so he decided to walk around the place that held so many memories of him and you. The first time you invited him over; your first kiss; the first time he told you about his powers; the first I love you. But to every first time there is also a last.

He hid the numerous cuts he had. You'd probably fuss about how he would need 20 stitches before taking care of him.

It was well into the night now here on Midgard when you walked through the door. A big smile adorned your face when you saw Loki. Putting your bags down, you quickly locked the door and ran up to hug him. He held himself back from the itch to hold you and hug you. You pulled back then, looking at Loki who had a stoic look in his eyes.

"Loki, what's wrong?" the longer he looked at you, the more it started to hurt him. You weakened him.

"I'm going back to Asgard. And I will not come back to Midgard." You stepped away. One hand wrapped around your waist as the other clutched the necklace on your neck. He felt the tears brimming in his eyes at your hurt look. He could hide his tears, he knew you couldn't hide yours, but he had to go through with this.

"What? Loki, what do you mean?"

It was a hard talk. Both of you were hurt but only one showed it.

He had to do this. He had to be the one to walk out and set you free.

•

You woke up with a gasp, taking in your surroundings you were glad to see Loki was still asleep. Getting up, you decided to get some fresh air and went up to the roof.

The cold breeze hit the bare skin of your arms and suddenly you regretted not having taken a blanket with you. The city looked so calm when you looked at this from this height, so clean and collected. Then again, you knew it was because of the height, everything was uglier up close.

Leaning in on the railway, you looked out and tried to clear your mind.

"Cold?" you turned around surprised to find Steve there, getting up from where he sat.

"Were you there the whole time?" he nodded to you and you didn't complain when he put on you his big sweatshirt. You certainly didn't complain about the warmness it brought you.

You kept staring forward when he leaned on the railway next to you.

"You know I'm more stubborn than you, right?" you scoffed at that.

"No you're not!"

"Ask Bucky, he will tell you."

"Bucky knows I am just as stubborn as you." He shook his head fondly at you, then his face fell a bit when he looked at you.

"What are you doing, kid?" Steve turned to look at you. "He is bad news, you are smarter than that."

"I am smarter than that, I am smarter than to judge someone you don't know. I know Loki better than all of you do!" you turned to him, crossing your arms, still holding the sweatshirt close to you.

"How do you know him that way? You said you haven't seen him in years. Maybe he wasn't a mass murderer back then but he is now." You could tell he was getting angrier trying to get you to understand him. People kept saying that you are Steve's daughter, so you are not one to back down.

"He did bad things yes but he changed, now he is here to help us and fix things!" you stomped your foot in the ground.

"He is here because of the Asgardian weapons, he is not here for you Y/N! wake up, he will only hurt you!"

"He is still here, with me!" you felt the angry tears brimming.

"How can you still love him? That creature that he is!"

"Don't call him that!"

"But he-"

"No! you can't judge me for loving him!"

"It's wrong Y/N, he is not good for you, I won't allow it." He yelled again in his captain voice and you have had enough. Apparently he did too.

"Steve you can't judge me!" he was walking away from you and from the conversation before you yelled at him and he faltered. "You only knew Peggy for a short period of time and yet you still felt so much for her even when you weren't together. And even after you woke up and managed to find her! I knew Loki for way longer than that and I loved him for more, so you can't blame me for still loving him today and going back to him!"

The heat of the moment didn't let you apologize for what you said, but when he walked out of your view only then did you realize what you said and you wished you could take it back.

You didn't want to hurt him like this.

•

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