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[ID: A lineup of the artist's designs for 12 Links. In order of height, from left to right, their nicknames are Tiny, Mask, Sky, Four, Shadow, Sailor, Tracks, Fairy, Glam, Slate, Vet and Rancher.

Tiny (Minish Cap) is 21 and uses he/she. He’s very small and slight. She has a healthy tan, hazel eyes, and wavy, light blonde hair tucked into the classic green windsock hat. He wears the Roc's Cape, a green dress in which the skirt mimics the forest minish’, black leggings, light brown gloves and boots, and a black waist apron. A golden chain strapped to her belt holds kinstones and a charm that resembles Ezlo. He holds up a mallet in his left hand. He has a resting bitch face.

Mask (Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask) is around 12 and uses they/them. They're short and stocky with baby fat still on their cheeks. They have light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and poofy straight blonde hair that goes just past their chin. They wear a Kokiri tunic and boots, a baldric across their chest, a joy pendant and silver earrings. They have the Kokiri sword strapped to their hip and hold the Fierce Deity mask in their left hand, looking off to the side curiously.

Sky (Skyward Sword) is 20 and uses he/him. He's short and stocky, built of healthy fat and muscle. He has light skin, blue eyes, and slightly curly, light brown hair that frames his face and goes to his shoulders. He has a green tunic and gold chainmail, as well as pants, boots and fingerless gloves. His sailcloth is pinned over his right shoulder and his loftwing's feathers are tucked behind his left ear. He has no visible weapons. He has an easy going smile on his face despite being tired.

Four (Four Swords Adventures) is 18 and pronouns match fronter(s). Four is on the thinner and shorter side. Four has light skin, grey eyes, and a short blonde bob pulled back with a dark grey headband. Four wears a white-and-grey four-panel tunic embroidered in gold with the elements and the hilt of the Four Sword. Said blade rests on Four's hip. Four wears a dark grey longsleeve shirt and pants with boots. Four gestures with a hand, looking a bit scandalized and annoyed.

Shadow (Four Swords Adventures) is about 18 and uses he/it. He’s skinny and a bit short. It has light, purplish skin, red eyes, and scruffy purple hair tied in a low ponytail. It has a scar on its left cheek resembling a shattered mirror. He wears a black hood over his black, four-panel tunic, pants and boots, the hood tip flickering with dark magic. It floats with a hand on his hip, the other alight with a dark flame. He smirks, showing off a fang.

Sailor (Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass) is 17 and uses he/it. He’s lean and short. It has light brown skin, brown eyes, and very short curly, light blonde hair tucked into a green bandana. He wears a cyan tunic with the crayfish of his casual wear, a green sash, russet pants and sandals. The Phantom Sword hangs on its hip and it wears various gold jewelry, including a joy pendant. He brandishes the Wind Waker with a confident grin.

Tracks (Spirit Tracks) is 14 and uses she/they. She's a little chubby and of average height. She has brown skin, dark brown eyes, and a short golden bob that frames her cheeks. They wear an engineer’s uniform, stained with soot and oil, a red bandana tied around her neck, and gloves and boots. Her right sleeve is tied just under the shoulder due to her amputated limb. The Lokomo Sword is on their right hip and a chain of keys hangs from their belt. She adjusts her hat with an easygoing grin.

Fairy (Legend of Zelda 1986 and Adventure of Link) is 18 and uses he/fae and mirror pronouns. He’s skinny and a bit lean. Fae has brown skin with freckles, dark brown eyes and chin-length dark brown curls. Faer bangs are clipped out of faer face with barrettes. He wears a short, dark green poncho with 3 rounded points, the back two mimicking fairy wings. Underneath, he wears a green tunic, an orangish-brown longsleeve shirt, and brown shorts and gloves. Fae goes barefoot, faer legs exposed with several bandages and scars on them. The Magic Sword and an empty potion bottle hang from his hips.

Glam (A Link Between Worlds and Triforce Heroes) is 22 and uses he/him. He's fat with some muscle. He has light brown skin with vitiligo and stretchmarks, red eyes and short, curly blonde hair with brown roots, going just past his chin. He wears a long, pastel green dress under a brown and pink apron stained with paint. He wears simple boots and Ravio’s bracelet. He holds the skirt of his dress with his right hand and smiles.

Slate (Breath of the Wild) is 20 and defaults to they/them and is also genderfluid. They're quite skinny and lean, favoring speed over strength. They have light skin with lots of visible scarring, cyan eyes, and long, choppy, dirty blonde hair in a braid that reaches their waist. They wear the champion's tunic, a hylian hood, pants boots and fingerless gloves, and the Sheikah Slate on their hip. They rest their hand on their other hip and give a closed-eyed smile.

Vet (A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages/Seasons, and Link’s Awakening) is 24 and uses she/her. She's a bit skinny, taller than most of the others, with plenty of muscle hidden by baggy clothing. She has warm light skin, purple eyes, and a short pink bob with sidelocks that touch her collarbone. She wears a long green dress, pegasus boots, a brown longsleeve undershirt, and a purple scarf. She has a messenger’s bag over her shoulder, the tempered sword on her hip, the pendants of virtue on a necklace, and various gold jewelry. A decorated cane hangs on her back for when she needs help walking. She has a hand on her bag, looking over her shoulder with a flat face.

Rancher (Twilight Princess) is 19 and uses he/him. He's tall and has very strong arms. He has light brown skin, hazel eyes, and reddish-brown hair that's shorter in the back. He wears an altered version of the ranching outfit, with the green sleeve removed, pants traded for a skirt, and sandals traded for sturdy boots. He has no visible weapons. He looks a bit rugged, with several visible scars (thanks to exposing clothing) and sharp teeth, but is fairly welcoming and friendly in demeanor. He has a hand on his hip and a piece of barley in his mouth. End ID]

updated links meet au!! i didn't touch it at all in the past year but i wanted to start making stuff for it. unfortunately the old stuff was a bit outdated so i updated them

for a long list of personal hcs canon to the au, hit the cut!

Tiny

agender, likes girls (in a relationship with zelda)

talks aloud

was 12 during minish cap, which took about a week

stopped growing at age 12 (during her adventure) due to transformation side effects

resting bitch face and flat effect. tends to come off as apathetic but he cares A Lot

a large part of her magical ability comes from minish magic (transformation side effects)

when he shrinks, he becomes a minish (transformation side effects). this is not what usually happens but he used the portals enough that it did happen

his mallet is charmed to change sizes from something he can use in the forge to a weapon to bludgeon monsters with

has surpassed her grandfather as royal smith

incredibly wary of dark/black magic

Mask

enby and pan (currently has a crush on malon)

signs

was 10-17 for ocarina of time, and got yeeted right back in time to when it started post oot. maybe 6 months later, they set out in search of navi (majora's mask). hyrule warriors also happened about a half year later

common pattern is they get plopped back where they were before the adventure

they aren't very sure of their age and tend to age slide due to this—when asked, they go by physical age (this is why they are roughly 12)

skittish about forming relationships because they fear they'll be forgotten again. they try to act like a little brat to ward people away (surprise: it doesn't work)

as they chill out, they're less hostile but they're still a trickster

transformation side effects really freak them out + they'll try to “fix” it

has an incredible internal clock

Sky

trans and bi, in a polycule with groose and zelda

talks aloud

17 during skyward sword, which took about 10 months

his crimson loftwing isn't “special” bc that's kinda silly (to me). her name is epona

“i miss my bird, tails. i miss her a lot”

refuses to carry a sword around because wielding anything but fi feels strange. he is still the best at swordplay out of all of them, even if he's a bit rusty

the mom friend—but not overbearing, more like he'll fight someone to the death if they hurt his family

nerve damage in his right hand from catching lightning. tremors, pins and needles, etc. doesn't shake when holding a sword, oddly enough

chronic fatigue, narcoleptic

Four

all four speak aloud

16 for four swords adventures, took a little under a year. four and zelda revive shadow when they're 18

four is plural and is not usually in the same body, four does it sometimes for masking purposes (four's not too great at it)

the fronter wears their elemental charm

red (any pronouns, genderqueer, likes girls) is energetic and mischievous. he has the best emotional intelligence of the four. situational arsonist. likes to cook and bake. volunteers at lonlon ranch and dates malon

green (he/him, agender, likes boys) is good at taking charge within the group and is good at management, but sucks when it comes to interpersonal conflict and gets self conscious. he's very aware of his strengths and flaws, and acts accordingly. likes to carve wood, train, and ride epona

blue (she/her, trans girl, lesbian) is headstrong and knows her strengths. she likes to joke and tease but sometimes can go a bit too far. likes to sew, train and spar. dating erune

vio (they/them, nonbinary, greyaroace) is stubborn and dislikes not getting their way. they like to plan and come up with ideas or experiments, which are either great or horrible, no inbetween. they like to read and tend to plants.

Shadow

gendervoid, greyaro pansexual (in a qpr with zelda)

talks aloud

age is a bit questionable. are you 18 if you were mirrored from someone who was physically 16, then you died when you both were 17 and got revived? who knows

recently revived from the dark mirror! he's more or less a hylian now, but with dark magic. not as powerful as during fsa

is really, really close to his links and/or four. they tend to sleep in a dogpile

wears a cloak to protect itself from the sun

usually hostile and assumes the worst of people. conversely, gets attached very easily to people who show it kindness

Sailor

agender, aroace (considering a relationship with tetra)

will cycle between speaking aloud and signing

12 for wind waker which took a little over a year, 15 for phantom hourglass, hyrule warriors hasn't occurred yet

loves to entertain children with dramatized tales of his adventures

still carries aryll's telescope as a good luck charm

loves to brag about how cool its sister is

recycled the hero's tunic into a sash and bandana so it'd actually wear it

replaced the center gem of the joy pendant with a pirate stone! likes to lend stones out when they separate into groups

congenital hard of hearing. was shy as a kid, especially due to widespread sign language being lost with the great flood, but eventually learned how to sign and speak aloud. very good at lipreading. now will never shut up. likes to talk loudly and hear his own voice

Tracks

demigirl, lesbian (dating zelda)

signs. it takes a bit longer because some signs are unavailable

was 12 for spirit tracks, took half a year

enjoys coming up with outlandish tales on how they lost their arm

generally pretty open and friendly, except for when they're tired or pissed off by someone

sees ghosts

Fairy

agender, aroace

signs

was 12 for legend of zelda 1986, which took a year and a couple months, and 16 for adventure of link which took a year

has some fairy blood, when he left calatia at age 10 fairies helped guide him and taught him a bit about magic

shy sweetheart at first, but when fae opens up to you fae likes to play minor pranks and jokes (he, sailor and mask like to team up on pranks)

very good at foraging and other various wildlife skills, yet gets lost even with a map in front of him

Glam

trans and gay (currently single)

tends to speak aloud, signs when exhausted

was 17 for link between worlds, which took a year, and 19 for triforce heroes, which took half a year

is a blacksmith. does everyday supplies like nails, tools, utensils, etc, but can also craft weapons if necessary. forges all his own weapons

he and tiny compare blacksmithing techniques

paints and does art in his off time. it was originally a coping mechanism he, zelda, and the sages attempted, but he ended up really enjoying it and continued afterwards

the stereotypical camp gay. likes ‘feminine’ things like makeup, fashion and skirts

lives with ravio + is married to him for tax benefits/citizenship reasons. they're gay but not for each other

Slate

genderfluid, pan (defaults to they/them, in a qpr with zelda)

signs, uses the slate as augmentative/alternative communication when necessary

was (1)17 for botw, which took over a year and a half

likes to talk about their amazing friends

had plenty of time to confront their trauma and is proud of their land and people for returning after the calamity

knows every nook and cranny of their era's hyrule

doesn't know the difference between edible and poisonous. still manages to make delicious food that no one throws up later

totk is semi-canon, as in a lot of the setup is established, but the actual game events haven't occurred

Vet

trans, lesbian (grieving marin)

usually signs unless she has something to say and nobody's listening to her

kinda bitter due to grief, doesn't talk much unless she's being a know-it-all

hoarder. has lots of duplicate items or items with the most ridiculous purposes

wears marin's necklace under her tunic

as she deals with her trauma, she becomes more animated and sweet. it's not just marin she has to work through, though

also, marin is from the adult timeline just after the great flood and believes link has died. oops!

Rancher

trans, straight

speaks aloud

was 17 for twilight princess, which took a year and a half

still a bit hung up on midna leaving

closeted emo

trying really, really hard to fit into his lifestyle pre-adventure but is failing

knows he looks threatening so he tries to tone it down. it doesn't work all the time, especially when he gets angry

initially hated to leave ordon again, but he finally feels good again so he's conflicted

midna taught him her twili abilities towards the end because she knew she'd have to leave. he's still pretty good at them

sharp teeth and sharp nails (transformation side effects)

note about hyrule warriors: due to its status as not canon in the timeline but the appeal of time shenanigans, i've decided it has a tenuous place in the timeline. it's schrodinger's cat—it happened and a lot of the people involved in the war remember it, but it caused a time paradox, it's not written in the history books, and most peoples' memory of it was erased. hyrule warriors link will not be showing up but he may be mentioned at times.

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chamomileteafuel · 2 years

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Grimmauld Series #1 "Scorpius and dear old Scarhead sharing a bonding moment in Grimmauld Place's abysmal library (if one could even call it that). Featuring dear Teddy's attempts to 'lighten up the place' by way of strings adorned with muggle 'fairy lights' (though upon further inspection their seems to be a distinct lack of fairies, so I assume he's taking the mick.) The absurdities one must put up with while surrounded by Gryffindork influence, at least Scorpius seems to be adapting to his new surroundings, regardless." - DLM

#drarry fanart #harry x draco #drarry #harry potter #scorpius fanart #scorpius malfoy #my art #harry potter fanart #grimmauld place #i'm really happy with all the details #everyone take note of my little tuxedo cat in the corner #we will see how far I go with this series hey #Domestic drarry #drarry art #drarry fluff #grimmauld series

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 18: Magic Mirror (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch18: Magic Mirror

Marinette had picked up a pamphlet on their way into the gardens, and as they headed towards the café – where the bored teenager at the front desk had told them Truscott could be found – she was eagerly flipping through it, reading up on the current exhibits.

“Oh, they have a fairy tale garden!” she said, looking up to beam at him. “We have to check it out – it’s called Snow White’s Garden!”

…he had just nodded, smiling at her excitement. It was too easy to see her black hair as blonde in that moment, the pigtails gone in favor of a pixie cut as she bounced excitedly by his side. Rose would have gone nuts over a fairytale garden, too.

He had Truscott’s soul popped and sent off to his lights in short enough order, and the rest of the day was spent following Marinette around the balmy conservatory. They found the fairy tale exhibit soon enough, and Luka couldn’t shake the thought that Rose would have loved Marinette as he watched her race ahead of him.

It didn’t surprise him that Juleka had been so fond of her, either. In another life, they were all probably thick as thieves. The Couffaines and their Pink People, he thought with a smile. God, they’d been such saps…

“Mirror mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

He looked up at Marinette’s voice to find her posing before a large silver mirror ringed in white roses. She caught his eye in the reflection, her grin turning haughty as she threw her hip out and tilted her chin up.

“What do you think?” she asked, pretending to flip her hair over her shoulder. Her pigtail bobbed when she hit it. “Do I make a good Evil Queen?”

“Nah,” he said, chuckling as he walked over. He smiled down at her as he put a hand on her head, fighting urge to ruffle her hair. “You’re too sweet to be evil. Not enough asshole in you.”

She snorted, and he smiled as she fell back against him, giggling. Her cheeks were pink when she tipped her head back up at him.

“You could fix that,” she teased. His eyes popped open in surprise, his face feeling suddenly warmer. He saw the moment she realized what she’d said, and then she was pushing away from him and rushing off to a little cottage that had been built in the corner of the room, rambling about how cute it looked and you can go inside and look, Luka, it’s interactive!

…Rose would definitely have loved her, he thought, swallowing against a too-dry throat.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #ml fic #ver fic #to feel alive again #lbsc october minifics 2023 #dlm lukanette au #dead like me au #if it sounds like they're flirting here #wait til tomorrow #😁

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dramioneasks · 4 years

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HP Fests: Mad Frankenstein Fest 2020

July - September 2020:

All Mixed Up by Pargcool - G, one-shot - You’ve got to be kidding me. Hermione froze, her eyes fixed on the back of the man wiping down the bar counter. Lydia—according to her name tag—didn’t seem to notice her sudden lack of attention and continued her introductory spiel. The words faded into the background, Hermione’s gaze narrowing on the back of the bartender’s head. She’d only seen that bright platinum hair once before, but surely it was just a coincidence. What the hell would Draco Malfoy be doing in a random muggle bar?

Architectural Symmetry by MissELY, Wolfqng - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy hadn't planned on setting foot in Malfoy Manor ever again. Maybe to set it on fire. So when he and his curse-breaking partner, Hermione Granger, were assigned to go there he dashed off a response to their supervisor "Under no circumstances will we take this bloody assignment, are you out of your mind? -DLM" Hermione, however, had other ideas

Breaking the wall by DaniiiAnn, VGinny - T, one-shot - The prompt was Healers or Co-workers at St Mungo's. It's seven years since the war, Draco is a speciality Healer and Hermione is his Solicitor. His experimental healing has put his career and the hospital in trouble. Would Hermione be able to help the former enemy get out of trouble?

Chrysopoeia by hiyas, monsterleadmehome - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy both have their personal reasons for studying Alchemy, but when they decide to work together to develop a new Panacea, they discover more than they bargained for.

Cuando Pienso en Ti by LilithShade, TakingFlight48 - E, one-shot - Giving back to the magical community with her flourishing Philanthropic organization, Rennervate, would have been much simpler if Draco Malfoy would just leave Hermione Granger alone. It's time Draco learned that the Rumba was a dance for two, because although each encounter increased the heated passion between the two of them, Hermione will walk away if he cannot change his playboy ways.

Feint of Heart by Aneiria, hiyas - E, 3 Chapters - ‘Want to make this interesting, Granger?’ Draco said. His voice was low and dangerous and sent a delightful shiver down Hermione’s spine. She forced herself to focus on his words, not how he was saying them. ‘What do you mean?’ Hermione asked warily, not dropping her wand. ‘Winner gets a favour granted by the loser.’ Hermione scoffed. ‘I’m not giving you carte blanche like that, Malfoy.’ Draco watched her with his trademark cunning behind his silver eyes. ‘Alright then. How about a kiss?’

Mandatory Electives by DracosQuill, PhoenixDragon111 (Phoenix_Dragon) - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are tasked with revamping Hogwarts’ Mandatory Elective curriculum. What will happen when they come together?

The Melody of Touch by magical_traveler - E, one-shot - One of Hermione Granger’s favorite things about playing in an orchestra was when the orchestra began to warm up on stage. Tonight, however, was a different story. The London Philharmonic and guest pianist, Draco Malfoy, were performing together in concert. The program was beautiful but Hermione halted at the fact she would have to sit on a stage and perform music with him. They would be making something together. But all she could think about was the way his fingers caressed the piano keys, and the fact her body knew what it felt like to be touched by those same fingers.

Nontrivial Pursuits by senlinyu, sleeplessai - M, one-shot - Draco had a plan: reach the end of his probation, get promoted, and finally ask Granger out. Unfortunately, as his supervisor in the Ministry Archive, Granger seemed to be resistant to all Draco’s ideas on principle. The last thing he expected her to go along with was a trivia strip competition, and yet, somehow, here they were. “Do you have to?” Granger’s voice was sharp and jumped slightly at the last syllable. Draco glanced up and found that she was staring at him, the hollows of her cheeks a faint pink. He unfastened the cuff on his left sleeve without looking down and watched the pink transform into a stunning shade of red as he folded the fabric up to his elbow. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down on it visibly. “Have to what?” he said with a lazy grin. She made an incomprehensible noise somewhere in the base of her throat and looked away. “You’ll be losing your shirt soon enough anyway, I don’t know why you need to bother rolling up your sleeves.”

A Promise To Please by hslades, mia_moriarty - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger was great at most things, as such it didn't come as a surprise she was a great Quidditch Commentator. However, after her All-Star Seeker boyfriend, Draco Malfoy gets gravely injured in front of her eyes, she struggles to stay professional and keep their secret. Can Hermione keep her cool while trying to give Draco the healing touch he requires to overcome a grave injury? “You were wicked, love. I’d almost get injured again just so I could justify you retaking the reigns.” “Don’t!” She playfully slapped his chest, “Joke!”*slap* “About!” *slap* “Getting!”*slap* “Injured!”

Rebirth by elithien, senlinyu - M, one-shot - Granger will do almost anything to survive the curse slowly killing her, even if it means reawakening magic that has been dormant for a thousand years. Draco will do whatever it takes to save her “Draco...” she says again, fingertips fondly brushing across his cheekbone. He opens his eyes and finds her staring at him. “Before I do this, I want you to know—“ His heart lurches. “Don’t,” he says before she can say another word. “Don’t say it.” He catches her wrist and pulls her hand away from his face, careful not to smudge any of the words scripted across her skin. “I don’t want you to tell me.”

Roots & Recesses by ExpositorRevan (Naydras), simplifiedemotions - T, one-shot - “Her nephew working with the Mudblood to decommission her wand. Bellatrix must be rolling in her grave.”

Second Chances by PixieKisses - E, 2 Chapters - After years of working closely with Hermione Granger, Draco meets two children who end up changing his whole life.

Small Mercies by JessiRomantic, Kkpwnall - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy had been working with Hermione Granger in the small bakery that occupied the ruins of the boathouse for eight years. For the last year, they have grown closer. But the 10th year anniversary of the battle racks up the tension to a new high.

A Turn of Phrase by AkaiaOwl, MissyJAnne85 - M, 4 Chapters - “A book deal? I thought the Malfoy inheritance guaranteed you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life.” “Do you write for money Granger?” She snorted at the ridiculous thought. “Of course not!” “Why do you assume I do?” he asked. A story about how Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy turned the page after the war and found each other in the process. Written for the MF Fest - Dramione coworkers challenge. Prompt: Authors.

Tylwyth Teg - Fairies on a Welsh Mountain by Ernestin3, FedonCiadale - G, one-shot - Draco Malfoy, on probation in the department for the surveillance of magical creatures, is ordered by his boss, Luna Lovegood to collect tears from the elusive Welsh fairies for a much needed potion. Of all people, it is Hermione Granger, the witch from the Department of Law who is to come along. Will Draco finally be able to curb his tongue and tell her all the compliments that are in his head?

Unforeseen by ectoheart, riane_b13 - M, 2 Chapters - Hermione Granger was going to fail something for the first time in her life. Hermione Granger was going to fail something for the first time in her life and it was next to Draco Malfoy of all people. When she decided she wanted to become an Unspeakable she thought that it would take a lot of studying and hard work. She didn't think it would take a drawer full of leather, or a six-inch stiletto. Of course, Draco would be perfect at everything. Of course, everyone would love him. Of course, he would look positively sinful in everything he wore. It should be illegal for a man to look that good at seven in the morning. She needed a cup of coffee, she needed a stiff drink, she needed to get laid and she needed to pass these exams. Hermione Granger did not fail.

Ungentlemanly Behavior by MissELY, morticiahavisham - E, one-shot - After a tipsy hook up, Draco Malfoy has an apology to make. Hermione Granger would prefer not to hear it. But when they're forced to work together on a tricky translation, she's finds she can't avoid it.

Unyielding by Ernestin3, HeyJude19 - T, one-shot - Do you yield? She hated uttering that phrase whenever she bested Draco, but it was the standard protocol for ending a duel wherein both participants remained conscious. Hermione could count the instances on one hand in the four years they’d been partners that one of them had been Stunned. Do you yield? It clawed at her. It ate at her to demand this of another person when her own wand carried with it such a conceptually contrary and dubious description. Unyielding. No, not her own wand, she thought bitterly. The wand of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Your Latest Competition by ahoidraco, theheavycrown - T, one-shot - Hermione ventures into new professional waters after a career start at the Ministry, opening a shop in Wizarding London. Her café is well-received until it quickly becomes the target of Draco Malfoy's personal vendetta. If only Hermione knew why. Written for the July-September Mad Frankenstein Fest 2020.

#Fests/Exchanges/Challenges #Mad Frankenstein Fest 2020 #co workers office partners #dramione

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orionwhispers · 6 years

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Devil Like Me (Part XIV)

(A/N - Hey angels! Here is part 14 to DLM, I seriously enjoyed this chapter and things are heating up lol! This is set entirely in the past and so will the next part because it all ties together, hope you enjoy! Please leave me feedback!! Anything at all, it means the world to me! Talk soon)

Trigger Warning : Blood & Gore, Fighting & Implied Sex.

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The bacon sizzled in the pan as you cooked it, you jumped, narrowly avoiding the hot oil spitting from the rim of fat. The kettle whistled impatiently and you wiped your hands on the printed apron adorning your waist, turning to the counter and filling two steaming mugs. The radio crackled slightly so you twisted the knob and adjusted the satellite until the familiar melody of a Lana song filled the kitchen. You hummed along, shuffling your slippers to the beat.

It was finally the end of the week, and finally graduation weekend. The previous events with the Witch and the raven were still in the back of your mind, but you were determined not to let it ruin your night. You'd been through four years of late slips, all-nighters of homework for a grade far too low, diarrhoea inducing cafeteria food and the hell that was physical education. Surely you had been through enough to warrant a weekend mythical creature free?

Well - maybe there was room for one.

The toast popped and you began slathering it in butter, licking the crumbs from your fingers as you went back to the pan, turning off the gas and placing the bacon in between the slices, layering them with ketchup. You positioned the two mugs of coffee to the side, leaving enough room for the small glass vase cradling a sunflower, and the delicate present you had finished wrapping the night before.

"Auntie Jeanie?" You sang with a smile, raising your pitch and pushing open her door with the crook of your elbow, attempting to stop the tray from clattering to the floor. You heard a grumble from her paisley printed covers, her skinny hands pulling the duvet over her head, shielding herself from the intrusion.

You positioned the plates by her nose, hoping the smell of a cooked breakfast would entice her awake. Luckily, you knew her well enough and her head rose from behind the sheets, her eyes puffy from sleep, her hair tousled and frizzy.

"Morning." You laughed, she grumbled in response, rubbing her hands over her eyes and reaching for the coffee with her shaky palms, taking a long slurp with a groan.

"Morning." She finally replied, her eyes darting over the food, "What's all this for? What have you broken?"

You snort, handing her the plate and taking a bite of your own sandwich, relishing the taste and warmth in your mouth.

"What? I can't just do something nice without you assuming I broke something?" You say in mock anger, placing a hand on your chest and tutting, "Tsk. That's harsh."

She rolled her eyes, licking the sauce from her lips, you notice the slight of her hands, and you turn your head grasping the present as if it will disappear. You thrust it in front of her nose with a cheesy smile, watching as her eyes lazily trail over the bow, a brightness flickering in her orbs as she smiled at your terrible attempts at wrapping.

"What's that?"

"A thank you. For everything." Your voice catches slightly but you push down the lump in your throat, widening your cheeks and shaking the box in your hands.

She takes it cautiously and her frail hands slowly begin unwrapping the present, you can see the muscles in her slim fingers as she peels apart the tape, the ghost of a smile on her pink lips.

You grin as she pulls out a small velvet box, watching her wispy eyebrows furrow as she tries to push apart the gold clasp holding it closed, you gently take it from her, flicking it open and handing it back, watching as she lifts the lid. The gasp from the base of her throat indication enough that she liked it, and your heart sang with relief - even though you knew it was a guaranteed winner.

Her eyes were slightly glassy as she held up the jewel-encrusted brooch, it was shaped like a dragonfly and beautifully made, the coloured crystals catching the light and sending emerald rays throughout the room. Aunt Jean didn't have much until you arrived, the house was pretty bare, eventually becoming filled with your toys and train sets and now crowded with clothes and shoes. You'd been around other peoples relatives houses and been left shocked at the contrast, shelves lined with ceramic animals and bowls of decorative soap, pink wallpaper and patterned toilet roll a sharp variation to your home.

Jean hated that stuff, clicked her tongue at the kitschy stuffed bears and empty glass bottles, she was much happier relaxing in her armchair, watching a murder mystery with a bottle of gin. But she had always loved earrings and necklaces, rings that adorned every finger, even slipping on a gold anklet in the summer - but she was especially fond of brooches.

She once told you how her own Aunt had bought her her first one when she was a child, a teddy bear with soft velvet fur and a flimsy clip, but she loved it all the same. She'd only bought a few - loving the novelty of them but wanting to keep them special and heartfelt, rather than like a collection of coins. They were placed in a case in her room, the dog-eared and well-loved teddy bear taking centre stage, its fur now a urine coloured yellow rather than gold, but it still meant the world to her.

You found the dragonfly by chance in a small boutique, immediately falling in love and using the majority of the money you had saved over time to purchase it, leaving a burning hole in your wallet and the pit of your stomach - but seeing her face made it worth every penny.

She pulled you into her scrawny limbs, planting a perfumed scented kiss on your cheek before holding you arms width apart, giving you a sincere and heartfelt stare. She wiped away the fresh buds of tears brimming in her eyes and sighed away the sadness with a shake of her hand.

"Well - " She started, reaching over to her bedside drawer and rummaging through the discarded lipsticks and lighters. She pulled out a small square, clasping it in her hands before you could get a proper look. "I was saving this for tomorrow, but..."

She handed the box to you, smiling as you ran your fingers over the lining in curiosity. You tear the ribbon keeping the lid on, and she moves slightly towards you.

"If you had given me more time I could have wrapped it all nice, but that'll have to do." She joked.

You grinned in response, feeling the fabric loosen between your fingers as you tore it open, losing your breath as you see whats inside. Your eyes dart to Aunt Jean's and her expression is just as ecstatic as your own.

It's a locket. A brass gold heart hanging from a delicate chain, the centre engraved with your initials. You gently prise open the ornament, feeling tears in the corner of your eyes as you notice the pictures. On the left is a photo of yourself, Jasmine and Aunt Jean at her birthday party a few years ago, its small but you can see the smiles and happiness on your faces. The other is a picture of your parents, one of the only ones you have, them both looking at each other adoringly, infatuation radiating from the photo.

You hold it tight in your hands, the cool metal against your clammy palms. You engulf Jean into a hug, thanking her profusely and pressing a kiss to her powdery cheek. She smiled, her nose in your hair.

"No crying today! You have a party to get ready for later, don't you? Have a great night, and I'll be right there when you walk across the stage tomorrow."

You ran the comb through the ends of your hair, turning the ringlets into tousled waves. You slipped the towel onto the floor, dragging your underwear onto your freshly scrubbed skin. The record player in the background crackled slightly before falling back into a rhythmic hum and you applied the last of your makeup, smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

Feet against the carpet, you stepped over Maple and grabbed your dress, shimmying it up your legs. It was simple but sultry, an ebony a-line dress with two spaghetti straps snaking across your shoulders, it fit like a glove and nestled just below mid-thigh. You traced your crimson-painted nails across your desk, smiling as you came into contact with the locket, picking it up and fingering its detail between your hands. You used the mirror to fasten it, and exhaled in content as it settled perfectly against your bare chest, pulling the entire outfit together. Your phone chimed, the screen lighting up with a notification from Jas, telling you she was on her way.

Showtime.

"Do you even know whose house we're in?"

"No clue? I think he was in my math class one year? Er - John?"

"I thought his name was Peter?"

You both laughed, taking in the vast house before you, the rooms filled with bodies and shouting, offering no relief from the midsummer nights heat.

"I'm gonna go get a drink? You want anything?" You murmured to Jasmine, pointing towards what you assumed was the kitchen. She shook her head and motioned towards the crowd.

"I'll try and find Greg, come join us after?"

You nodded, giving her a parting pat and venturing into the gathering, giving smiles and waves of greeting to those you recognised. The kitchen was significantly cooler, and smaller than the previous room. Homely and compact, with wood panelling and vintage crockery. You strolled past the counters lined with chips and dip, watermelon slices and pizza poppers.

Two large sliding doors led to a great garden, centred around a pool, the azure water shimmering under the moon. A few heads rose in greeting and you politely smiled back, passing the deckchairs to reach a cart full of drinks. You took a moment to sip your beverage, glancing around the unfamiliar home, it had taken a while to get here, it was off the beaten path and a good half hour from town. The trees and decking had been lined with thin fairy lights, casting a yellow glow against the night, but in the distance, the trees still loomed, branches gnarled like fingers, leaves rustling. You shook your head, and downed the last of your drink, alcohol sharp against your tongue and burning your throat, they were just trees.

About an hour later and the party was in full swing, you threw your head back in laughter as a friend told you a joke, face red and sweaty from dancing. Jasmine pulled you into her arms, forcing you to dance with her, you both jumping and shrieking in sync with the song. It came to a halt and she pulled you aside, blowing a chaste kiss to Greg and laughing breathlessly in your ear.

"Can you believe we graduate tomorrow?" She pressed her clammy cheek against yours and exhaled. "I know this year has been hard but I'm so proud of you! I lurve you!" Her tone started seriously but faded as the alcohol buzzed through her veins.

"You're drunk."

"No! I'm just..." She paused, gagging slightly and raising a hand to her mouth. "Oh, I'm gonna throw up.."

She rushed away and you giggled, watching as a lovesick Greg trailed after her, ready to hold her hair back. The heat was engulfing you and you headed back outside, the night air a welcome contrast.

You managed to find a recluse spot away from the crowd, regaining your breath and calming the flush on your cheeks. It was a nice scene, far enough away from the noise but close enough you felt the comfort of other people. You could see the pool from the corner of your eye and watched the water lap gently with the motion of the wind. Slightly to your left was a path leading to a gate, and you assumed it trailed to a route to the beach.

A slight noise made your head tilt and you watched an unfamiliar girl stomp across the grass, her heels getting caught in the mud. You offered her a small grin and she ignored you, her gaze intent and harsh. An unwelcome sense of deja vu flowed through you like a bout of sickness and you pushed it down. You were being ridiculous.

Nether-less, something was off. You rose from your seat and paced towards her, holding your hands out cautiously as if she was a stray dog.

"Hey.. are you OK?"

She ignored you. Her pace quickening, her strides long, lengthening the distance between you both. She seemed out of it, almost as if she was following a voice.

Just like Sarah.

You stomped forward, unsure if this was a sick joke or she was genuinely in trouble. "This isn't funny. Come here." You managed to grab the edge of her sleeve, but the fabric slips through your fingers as she lurches her arm away. You sigh, watching as she pries open the gate, starting to walk down the dark path.

You follow her seamlessly, any attempts to stop her foiled as she effortlessly fights you off, determined to finish her walk. "I'm just trying to help!" You cry as she manages to slip away again. Your feet stumble against the undergrowth and you groan as your ankle momentarily twitches and you falter. She uses that as an opportunity to race forward and you heave yourself up, wiping the sweat forming on your brow and following her further into the trees, the darkness overwhelming you.

You reach a clearing when you next see her, her body illuminated by the slither of light coming from the moon. Your heart hammers, it feels all too familiar.

"Hey..." You approach slowly, keeping your footsteps as delicate as possible as you get within touching distance, your fingers trail of her shoulders. She's cold as ice and you can feel her bones under your skin, the hairs on her flesh raising against the cold.

'It's Ok, come with me... we can go back together."

You use your hands to gently twist her to face you and your heart drops to your stomach. Her appearance starts to morph, her teeth bared and crooked, her stale breath on your face. It's her. The Witch. You let out a cry as her eyes meet yours, her hair hanging in greasy tendrils, dangling across her back.

You take a step back but she's too fast, her hands clawing around your throat, dirty nails scratching at your flesh. You struggle and groan, trying to tear her flesh with your own fingers, but she is much stronger. She flings you to the floor and your head snaps against the earth. You don't' have time to stop the dizzying in your mind, you're determined to get away, using your hands to scramble across the ground, dirt clinging to your fingernails.

She paces towards you, her eyes locked on yours, a smirk on her lips. She raises a hand and murmurs something you can't comprehend and before you can take a breath a pain shoots through your abdomen. It feels like a spark of lightning, jolting through your skin. You howl in pain, you know nothing is touching you but it feels so real, you can almost feel the coldness of a knife as it slices through your flesh, but there's nothing there.

Your hands clamber to your lower stomach and you moan as you feel the large weeping open wound, thick hot blood on your hands. You crawl away as fast as you can, grabbing a discarded branch and launching it at her. It's tiny, but it hits her regardless and she curses, increasing the pain in your body.

You scream in pain, feeling faint from the pure agony you're going through. She steps forward and makes a motion with her hands, and your ankle jerks, snapping completely in half. You open your mouth as wide as you can, but no sound escapes, hot wet tears are coming out now and you can feel bile in your throat.

"Please.."

She throws her head back and laughs, kneeling until she's eye level with you. She uses a filthy hand to brush hairs from your sweaty forehead, and you recoil from her touch.

"Poor little lamb."

The pain falters and then stops. Its still throbbing and endlessly burning but the relief is enormous. You try to regather your breath as she stalks backwards and you rise to your elbows to get a better look, trying to see if you can make your escape. But crowding around you, walking towards you through the trees are a dozen more people. You can't recognise any of them, but they're all dressed in black, men and women and all terrifying.

"Why are you doing this?" You moan, "Please! Stop!"

She laughs again, "Don't act like you're so innocent. I'm doing you a favour!" You scream and try to move, but there's no point, you're trapped. She says something to the group and they reply in unison, she lifts her hand and they immediately copy, murmuring a foreign chant under their breath.

"Please! No, please!"

They ignore you, and you watch some of the undergrowth light from the power, the flames flickering and roaring. The wind whips and howls, the leaves swirling and trees whistling.

This is how you die.

You try to remain calm, keep some dignity. Refusing to allow the bitch the satisfaction of taking your life and your pride. You sit up straighter, engaging and locking your eyes, go on then, you urge, I'm not scared.

The pain is unreal. Tearing and soaring and coursing through your body. Hot like boiling water, blistering on your flesh, you writhe and roar as your skin peels. Fuck dignity, this fucking hurts.

And then you hear something, a shout and a crash, a blur of movement and a scream. As soon as the pain started it stopped, but your body is still torn and ripped. You try to look around but your head is throbbing and your eyes are pounding in their socket, your vision blurry and watery. You can see blood, lots of it, but you can't tell if it's yours. Your eyes meet a discarded body, its limbs torn from its body out of rage.

"All of you against one? That's hardly fair."

Klaus.

"Niklaus." The witch's voice is small, she's scared. You raise a hand above your brows, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Se clears her throat, regaining some strength. "Just in time, took any longer and the poor little mite would have perished. Should have heard those squeals and squeaks, rather delicious if you ask me."

Without warning, you notice his jaw clench, his hands tighten and he lurches forward, grasping the woman by her throat, his hands twist around her windpipe and she snarls. The remaining members of her gang run forward, attempting to stop her demise, but he attacks them without mercy. You can't help but stare, breathless as you watch. You're terrified, but you can't look away. The air smells deeply of blood like you've been sucking a penny, and screams and howls echo through the forest. You stumble up, trying to step back to safety but someone twists their hands around your neck.

You scramble against the grip, your whining and pleading distracting Klaus. The man chants words in your ear, making your knees buckle and snap in two, pain surging through you. Your head is blurring and blood is coming from your throat. Before you can stop it, your vision faults and you cant make out what happens, Klaus lurches ahead and rips the man's head off his torso, you squeal and moan in pain and shock, falling onto the ground with a smack. Two hands clasp around your waist, and you loll in the air like a rag doll. As your eyes flicker, you manage to catch a glimpse of the Witch fleeing in the background before you pass out.

You don't know how long it is till you wake up. But you feel like you've been dragged underwater by a wave, your ears ringing and body swaying despite the room being still. It's still dark so you can't have been out long, and you're laying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, still wearing your blood-stained party dress. You attempt to move but can hardly lift the cover before you're groaning in pain.

"Stay there."

You raise your head, noticing the figure in the doorway, he paces forward and settles on the armchair beside you.

"You're finally awake. I was worried"

You nod, feeling awkward and uneasy, completely vulnerable in front of him. But his words send a heat to the pit of your tummy.

"How long was I out?"

"Just over an hour," He offers you a small smile, and you mirror him, settling into the pillow before hissing in pain at the movement.

"How bad does it hurt?"

You decide the truth is better than playing it down, you're sure he'll see through a lie. "Like I've been hit by a car and dragged for a couple of miles." You say with a small grin, but he isn't laughing, his eyes are cold, his jaw twitching.

Memories of what happened previously flow through your head and you squirm.

"Shit - she got away, didn't she? I'm so sorry Klaus..."

He turns to face you, eyes wide and stare hard. "I don't give a shit about her, love." You gulp, "You almost died."

You're glad he's not irritated with you, but the tension is still thick and heavy, unspoken words between the both of you. As a distraction, you trace the cut on your hand, how were you going to explain this to the doctor?

As if reading your mind, he speaks, his finger resting on the edge of his chin. "I can fix that you know - "

"Got a sewing kit?"

He snorts and raises a brow, "Unfortunately not." He comes closer, perching on the edge of the bed before you, you distract yourself by twitching your toes, trying to stop the blush crawling up your cheeks.

"It's a little... unorthodox, but..." He pauses, lifting his wrist to his mouth, his teeth baring into fangs, you gaze at him in pure shock as his molars tear into his flesh, leaving two symmetrical spots of blood.

You eye him in disbelief as he offers you his arm with a smirk, "I thought I was the one who hit my head."

His lips twitch and he shakes his head, moving closer until his body is touching yours, his eyes meet yours and he nods, carefully lifting his wrist to your mouth, parting your lips until you can taste his salty skin. You hesitate, eyeing him cautiously through your eyelashes, you see his gaze darken momentarily, his jaw tightens as you suck on his skin, inhaling the metallic blood. It tastes like tar but then changes into honey, sweet tangy honey on your tongue. In seconds you can feel your body healing, the pain subsiding instantly, your skin repairing yourself.

You pull away in disbelief, rubbing your fingers across the spot that was previously torn and swollen. Your eyes flitter to his and you let out a peal of laughter, unbelievable.

"How? What?"

He smiles at your child like glee, watching as you examine your body. "Vampire blood heals."

"No kidding..."

He nods, rising up and walking towards a chest of drawers, tugging on the oak handle and pulling out a large fleece and flannel PJ pants, neither of which you can picture him in.

"I assume you want to get cleaned up," He murmurs gesturing to your torn and stained dress, "Bathroom is through there, I'll be outside. I have a few calls to make about what happened."

You nod, taking the pile of clothes, your hand grazing against his, you stop and stand still for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

"If you need anything, scream."

You roll your eyes, mock saluting and watching as he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

You washed multiple times, determined to rid your body of the scent of the night. The water was hot and relaxing, but you didn't want to be left alone with your thoughts too long. You knew she couldn't get you here, not with Klaus, but you were still scared, especially about the ones you loved.

After stepping out, you texted Jasmine and Aunt Jean, telling them both you were spending the night with the other, and hoping there would be no surprise morning visits. They texted back immediately and you were so glad they were safe, urging them to head home and get into bed without sounding crazy.

You slipped on the borrowed clothes, the warmth and size engulfing and comforting you. You pace through the bedroom, pausing behind the door and listening intently; not wanting to intrude on Klaus' conversation. You cant hear much, just the lull of the overhead fan and the night outside, so you prise open the door and step in.

"Hey," Your voice is small, and you watch as Klaus' head rises up from his position on the sofa. Offering you a humble smile, his eyes lazily trailing over your outfit, making you blush. Timidly, you edge towards the large bay windows, placing your hands against the cool glass and peering into the night.

"She's not out there, she wouldn't dare. You're safe here."

You nod, his words comforting. You walk towards him, nestling cautiously on the sofa and fingering a loose thread for distraction. The room is quaint and cosy, two words you would never pair with Klaus. It's bare, with minimal decorations but it still feels soothing.

"What is this place? Do you live here?"

He shakes his head, sipping from his glass, the strong smell of whisky filling the air. "It's not a home, I just use it when I need to."

You let out a whistle, "Wow, just how many houses do you have?"

He snorts, "I... travel a lot, rarely stay in one place for long, unless something keeps me there." His eyes flit to yours, lips curling up. You blush but stay composed, raising a brow in competition. He pushes a cup towards you and you smile genuinely, camomile tea. You take a sip, both of you enjoying the silence, the kind you don't need to fill.

"So, where's your favourite place you've been?"

He hesitates, mulling it over. "Rome. It's beautiful there. What about you?"

"Sounds lovely. Er -" You pause, watching a bird through the window. "I want to travel, go to all these wonderful paces, but I've never left the country."

"That'll have to change, won't it?" He takes a confident swig and your heart flutters.

You fall back into silence, breathing in deeply as you mull over the night. Your phone buzzes impatiently and you lean forward, typing out a reply to Aunt Jean who is wishing you goodnight.

"Nice necklace."

"Hm?" You glance up as he nods towards the chain swinging across your chest, you finger it slowly, grasping the heart in between your fingers. "Oh. Thanks, graduation present."

He nods, "Any photos inside?"

You still, glancing up at the man before you. He notices your hesitation and his eyes blink with confusion, but you decide that you can trust him, and you prise open the heart, showing him the tiny photos inside. You point to the small smiling face, "That's me, my best friend and my Aunt," You pause as you flip to the next one, "and that's my mum and dad."

He gives you a warm genuine smile, his eyes darting over the pictures. "They seem lovely."

You smile, "They were."

He blinks momentarily but shakes it off, giving you a comforting look when he realises the subject is touchy.

"She's beautiful, like you."

You squirm at his soft words, and he smirks and chortles at the effect he has on you.

"Shut up, asshole." You murmur into your drink. Giggling as he shoots you a mock warning look, getting up to refill his glass.

"Watch it, no one talks to me like that."

"Well maybe someone should."

He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair, and you smile inwardly into your mug, surprised at your confidence. You watch him glide around, every move he makes effortless and precise, like a stroke of a brush. He rejoins you on the sofa, settling back, and you watch the rings on his fingers glint under the yellow lamp lights.

"What's it like?"

He tilts his head towards you, his eyes watching your face contort as you talk.

"Being the most powerful creature on earth?Invicinble? Immortal? What's it like?"

"Ego-boosting."

"Ah, and here I was thinking you were humble."

He laughs, and you clink the rim of your mug.

"Were you scared?" You turn to face him, his voice deep and rich like dark chocolate. "Tonight." He continues, "Were you scared?"

"Yes." You reply honestly, feeling the words slip off your tongue.

"Were you scared of me?"

You think back to the forest. The smell and feel of blood coating your skin, the feeling of your body tearing and ripping. The sound of screaming and bodies snapping in half. You thought about seeing him, the relief that he was there, the black veins coursing through his skin, his eyes dark. You thought of that night with Sarah.

"No."

If it surprises him he doesn't show it, his face remains impassive and calm as he edges forward, his breath on your skin.

"You should be."

You lean in closer, so your noses are touching, feeling him soften ever so slightly at your pressure, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I don't believe that. I don't think you'd hurt me."

His eyes flicker across your face, darting to your lips, his gaze is dominating but you don't back away, it makes you feel empowered. He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear making your hair stand on end and shivers dance down your spine.

"You're right. I wouldn't."

He kisses the edge and lobe of your ear, making you squirm into his touch, he reaches the base of your jaw, planting soft kisses down your throat. You groan at the unfamiliar contact, before making a bold decision. You grab his jaw, tilting him till he's eye level with you, locking eyes before you smash your lips into his. You move in sync, his hands trailing across your hips, your hands in his hair. You're pressed up against him, moving so close you're almost on his lap. He grunts in response and you shiver, feeling unholy and dirty, but you can't help it. You mesh together like a jigsaw, and your stomach is alight like a fire. You've only ever kissed before, never had anyone's hands on you - not like this, but you want it.

He pulls away, his breath ragged. "Not here." You nod, so intoxicated by his scent and the feeling of his lips you would have done anything he asked. He grasps your hand and pulls you up, leading you into the bedroom. He kisses you once, on the forehead, his lips soft and careful as he pushes you onto the mattress, your hair sprawled around you like a halo of light. He starts at your lips, then trails down your neck, collarbones, and chest. He meets your eye line a few times, looking up through dark lashes and you swear its the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

His hands skim over your chest, resting against the fabric covering your breast and you falter, inhaling shakily and pausing. He notices your change and stills immediately, glancing up in question as your cheeks heat up at his gaze. “Are you alright?”

His voice is dark and hoarse, thick with lust and it makes you shudder. You wiggle unconsciously, his hands once holding you firmly releasing the pressure so that you can squirm away. “I - Er -“ You feel so stupid, heat and sweat pricking at the base of your neck as you divert your eyes away from him, he tilts his head so he can see you and you sigh, deciding to get it over with.

“Ive never done this before.”

Your voice is small and timid, and you shrink at the feebleness of it all. You wanted to be confident and sexy, but you sounded like a child. He paused and his eyebrows furrowed, he was genuinely shocked. You felt sick, you wanted this. You wanted him, but maybe your revelation was too much, maybe he could only see you as a pathetic virgin, hiding behind this self assured act. He uses his hand to trail up your neck, resting at your jawbone and turning so he can see your face, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

“Nobody has ever fucked you before?” He says it in almost disbelief, somehow expecting you to break into laughter, he was genuinely confused as to how someone had never laid their hands on something as beautiful as you. You shook your head in response, feeling like a glass bottle under his touch, ready to break at any moment. He pulled you into a kiss, checking for confirmation and smiling when you gave in without conviction, melting against his mouth.

“Do you want this?”

You nodded. You did. Almost dying tonight had made you come to your senses, made everything clearer, you wanted this more than anything, you trusted him. Adrenaline was coursing through your body and you could hear your heart hammering in your ears, all of your worries disappearing as he kissed you gently, running his hands against your body.

“Let me treat you how you deserve.” He mumbled, his gaze predatory and dominating at the sheer idea of being your first, pressing soft kisses along every inch of your body he could find. You dissolved into a state of euphoria, your head dizzying as the room grew hot, spending what felt like an eternity discovering each others bodies, melting into one another, feeling like you were the only two people in the world.

If only that feeling could have lasted forever.

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katherinestvincent · 3 years

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. #bookreview : A༙྇R༙྇O༙྇M༙྇A༙྇ ༙྇K༙྇A༙྇R༙྇S༙྇A༙྇ ༙྇b༙྇y༙྇ ༙྇D༙྇E༙྇E༙྇ ༙྇L༙྇E༙྇S༙྇T༙྇A༙྇R༙྇I༙྇ 💮 Buku ini pertama kali saya baca dari author. Jadi saya gak ada perbandingan dgn buku² author sblmnya. 💮 Paro awal buku ini sbnrnya menarik, plotnya menjanjikan. Dgn main characters yg memiliki penciuman luar biasa, mengingatkan saya pd buku "Perfume" nya Patrick Suskind. 💮 Aku sempat heran krn awalnya lebih mirip Cinderella reverse saat Ibu Raras spt fairy godmother bagi Jati. 💮 Walau bagus cara author menggambarkan perbedaan cara orang yg dibesarkan dgn limpahan uang dan yg terbiasa hidup sangat miskin (perbedaan Jati dan Suma menjalani kehidupan mrk) terbukti yg melalui jalan keras biasanya lebih kuat. Tapi saya gak tahan dgn inkonsistensi karakternya Suma dari awal buku sampai dgn akhir buku. Bukan perubahan karakter krn ditempa ujian hidup, tapi lebih spt "digampangkan" aja bhw pd dasarnya Suma gak manja (mksdnya itu, saya tahu), tapi metamorfosis kepribadiannya kurang effort bagi saya. 💮 Jati dari awal digambarkan sbg zero hero yg mendadak keberuntungannya berubah sejak bertemu Ibu Raras. Sptnya terlalu mudah dia menyusupi hati Suma dan poof 🔮 si putri manja yg keras kepala dan kurang ajar jd mendadak tunduk pd Jati sejak "diobati" oleh Jati. Sungguh magical. 💮 Banyak unsur magical realism di buku ini, dan saya memang bukan fans genre macam ini. Jadi ekspedisi ke Gunung Lawu utk mencari Puspa Karsa yg seru dan mencekam tsb, bagi saya jadi semacam takhayul legenda yg diwujudkan dlm novel ini. 💮 Jadi paro akhir baca buku ini saya menahan kantuk krn alurnya mulai lamban. Saya sbg Capricorn reader mulai gelisah, dimana effort nya dari para main characters nya? Kenapa jadi main ala setan-setanan mistik spt ini di gunung? 🤔 💮 Saya akui saya gak banyak membaca buku author Indonesia, dan buku author ini adalah perdana yg saya baca. No offense for me, bagi saya buku ini not too good but not too bad. Bagi yg suka buku ini ya silakan, yg setuju ya terimakasih atas "likes"nya. . . . #rcandridipiagustus2021 #indonesianliterature #aromakarsa #deelestari #fiction #magicalrealism #KatBooksCollection #stayhome #bookstagrammerindonesia #bookstagrammer https://www.instagram.com/p/CS6DWlFnCQX/?utm_medium=tumblr

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kimsihain-blog · 7 years

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Menangis adalah jalan terbaik. Terbaik buat aku dan kau. Ye sememangnya terbaik buat aku. Aku tahu aku tak layak. Aku tak layak buat kau sebab kau hero dan punya heroin dalam cerita kau sendiri. Dan aku hanyalah extra dalam cerita kau.

Penat aku memikirkan. Dalam cerita2 fairy tale. Heroin selalu disayangi dan disukai org sekelilingnya. Then watak extra dianggap jahat sebab nak rampas hero. Adakah si extra salah sbb jatuh cinta pada org yang sama? Tu hak masing2. Tapi disebabkan dia extra so dia tak layak sama sekali. Ah! Ini tidak adil.

Extra juga ingin disayangi dan dicintai. Extra punya perasaan seperti heroin dlm hidup kau. Extra tidak layak diperbuat begitu. Kalau begitu sebenarnya watak jahat dalam cerita aku adalah kau. Ye. Dan akulah watak utama dlm cerita aku. Kau? Sila berambus. Terima kasih.

Dan pasti. Ada hero yang menanti si extra ni. Hero yg tak buta seperti kau. Adios!

P/s: Dear my friend Farra. Cry like a baby today but tomorrow grow up like a lady. And smash his face with your success 💪

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gerald101010 · 7 years

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"Sang pengatur strategi, harus berada di tengah medan tempur, dg bgtu, dia dpt merasakan kemampuan temannya & menerapkan taktik terbaik sehingga mereka melangkah dlm kemenangan." The Fairy Tactician, Mavis ~ Fairy Tail #godiscover #OPTIMisME #enjoyChrist #thankGod #sea #cloud #geraldk @zonafotografi @amazing (at Matan Island)

#enjoychrist #optimisme #cloud #thankgod #godiscover #geraldk #sea

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refieziely · 7 years

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Assalamualaikum mr busy sayonk, my beloved hubby, my lovely husband, my fairy tale, ayah dari anak2ku...yang kini tengah berada di tengah lautan, entah sedang di bumi sebelah mana. Yg aku tau kau mulai berlayar dari pelabuhan seven and to afrika selatan. Kau tau ayah, aku kangeeen sekali denganmu. Semoga Allah melindungimu ya ayah. Ayah, maafkan istrimu ini ya, di lwbaran taun ini aku tidak bisa menemanimu, dan maaf aku baru bisa nengok bapak di pwt hari kemarin, dan itu pun tanpa mengajak anak2mu. Pertimbanganku adalah, liburanku masih panjang, masih sampai tgl 16juli, dan saat ini jalanan benar2 macet, kau kan tau yah, dua ankmu kalo terlalu lama di dlm mobil bosen dan bisa jadi nangis sejadi2nya. Akhirnya aku putuskan untuk datang silaturahim sungkeman ke bapak sendirian bawa motor. Itupun atas ijin dari ibu. Jika ibuku tdk mengijinkan aku motoran, mgkin ampe hari ini aku blm kpwt. Aku berangkat kemarin pagi, rabu 28 juni2017, dr rumah jam6 pagi yah, mengantri di pombensin sekitar setengah jam. Mulai lepas landas jam set7, dan alhamdulillah aku tidak menemui macet yah, smpe pwt jam 8 kurangvseperempat. Bapak kaget yah, liat aku tau2 nongol dirumah, ditanya mana anak2, terlihat jelas beliau menanti 2 cucu dari kita yah, aku jd ngrasa berslah tdk mengajak mereka kpwt sungkem sm mbah akung mereka. Tapi aku janjikan pd bapak, akan mengajak mereka saat lebaran usai biar lbh leluasa mrka main dpwt. Ayah tau gak, bpk drmh sendirian, kakak2mu jg adikmu gak ada drmah. Cucu2 bpk pun tdk ada yg tggal dstu, aku smakin sedih yah, ibuku drmh aja hanya ditemani aku dua ank kita dan 2 adik masih krasa sepi apalagi bapak yg bener2 hanya tinggal sendiri. Semoga Allah selalu menyehatkan beliau ya ayah, semoga beliau selalu dijaga Allah. Aamiin. setelah ngobrol dg bpk sekitar setengah jam, aku baru pamit meluruskan badan, tapi gak lama aku kpikiran bpk sdh makan atw belum. Aku ke dapur yah, daan ayah tau gak. Semua makanan di meja udah menjamur. Nasinya basi masih nancap listrik. Piring gelas kotor byk bgt. Akgire aku bersihkan dapur, masak nasi lalu aku belikan bpk sayur dan lauk yah. Setelah selesai, aku ajak bpk makan, alhmdulillah bpk lahap makannya. Dan sekitar jam 10an pak rahmat datang, jadinya bpk ada yg nemenin ngobrol, satu lagi, ada gita, dia anak perempuan yg baru 5hari kerja dirumah bpk nggantiin mb golkar yah.. Karena udh ada tmn, aku pamit tidur dikamar galuh, hehe... Aku takut aku sakit kr kecapekan makanya aku iistirahat menyiapkan tenaga utk pulang lagi kesidareja. Aku pamit pulang jam setengah 1 yah. Alhamdulillah lancar dijalan yah, bbrpa x ketemu rentetan mobil yg macet tapi aku ba melaluinya dengan baik, ini pasti karna aku yg sering bonceng ayah dan liat cara bagaimana ayah melewati macet, aku berjalan mengikuti mobil dan motor patroli polisi. Hehe, dan sampai rumah jam 2 pas yah, alhamdulillah ya yah? Ayah, aku tiap hari selalu kepikiran ayah, apalagi kalo anak2mu manja mnta digendong minta ditemenin main, mnta diajakn jalan2, aku selalu mengingat ayah, hiks. Aku sedih yah kalo anak2mu seperti itu. Terlihat jelas mereka merindukan ayah mereka. Semoga kau selalu mengingat istri dan anak2mu ya yah, semoga ayah selalu sehat, semoga ayah selalu mengedepankan Allah diatas semuanya ya yah. Semoga ayah selalu sabar melewati jauhnya jarak kita ya yah. Aku titipkan ayah ke Allah saja yah, aku percaya Allah akan menjagamu, dan akan membawamu pulang kembali menemui istri dan ank2mu. Aku percaya Allah akan selalu menjagamu, melindungimu, menyelamatkanmu dan selalu memberimu cinta yang tak pernah bisa kita hitung. Tetap semangat ya ayah sayang, aku sayang ayah. Aku selalu menunggu ayah, tolong jagalah suamiku untuk aku dan anak2ku Allah...

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deuynndoodles · 1 year

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[id: a lineup of the artists designs for 12 links. in order of height, left to right, it is tiny, mask, sky, four, shadow, trains, sailor, fairy, painter, champ, vet and rancher.

tiny (minish cap) is 19, 4'0 and uses he/she. he has light skin with freckles and straight blonde hair. he wears the roc's cape and the classic windsock hat. his skirt mimics the leaves the forest minish wear. she has a chain hung to her belt to which various kinstones are attached to, including an ezlo charm. she wears a lap apron and a mallet attached to his belt. mask (ocarina of time and majora's mask) is roughly 11, 4'5 and uses they/he. they have light-to-midtone skin and straight, light blonde hair. they wear their baggy kokiri tunic with an off color undershirt and sandals. he has the kokori sword strapped to their belt with a joy pendant hanging off the latch. he holds the fierce deity mask in one hand.

sky (skyward sword) is 20, 4'9 and uses he/him. he has light skin and slightly curly, light brown hair. he has two loftwing feathers tucked behind his ear and the sailcloth pinned to his right shoulder with a timeshift stone, intended for mobility with his sword arm. he is equipped with the master sword. four (four swords) is 18, 4'11 and uses any pronouns. he has light skin with freckles and slightly wavy golden hair. she is glancing at shadow to their left with a smug expression. he has his arms crossed. his tunic is four paneled and white and a messenger bag hangs on her shoulder. xe has ribbons tied around xyr sidebangs. he is equipped with the four sword.

shadow (four swords) is roughly 18, 4'11 and uses he/it. he has light skin and choppy purple hair. he is floating and manipulating a dark flame with his other hand on his hip. its clothes are an inversion of four's. he has his hair in a ponytail and his hood flickers behind him. its fang sticks out. trains (spirit tracks) is 15, 5'0 and uses he/they. he has dark skin with freckles and curly blond hair. he is adjusting his hat, prosthetic hand on their hip. he wears a fullbody engineer suit, bandanna tied around his neck and keys hanging from their belt. he is equipped with the lokomo sword.

sailor (wind waker) is 16, 5'0 and uses he/it. he has midtone skin with freckles and curly blonde hair. he is holding the wind waker in one hand and gesturing with the other. it wears sandals, a tunic and pants made from the pajamas set, and a sash and bandana fashioned from the heroe's tunic. he is wearing various gold jewelry, including piercings, a bracelet, and a joy pendant. he has a short sword attached to his belt. fairy (zelda 1 + 2) is 17, 5'1 and uses he/fae. he has dark skin with freckles and very curly dark brown hair. he has a simple tunic over an undershirt with baggy sleeves and slacks with patched holes. fae goes barefoot and faer sword hangs from faer belt. he has a travellers hood. fae is holding faers wrist with faer other hand.

glam (a link between worlds + triforce heroes) is 22, 5'2 and uses he/him. he has midtone skin with vitiligo and wavy blonde hair. he wears a shin-length dress with an apron that has various paint stains. he wears dangly earrings, ravio's bracelet and is equipped with a sword with a gold hilt. slate (breath of the wild) is 19, 5'3 and uses they/any. they have light skin covered in scars and choppy, dirty blonde hair tied in a braid down their back. they wear the champion's tunic, the traveller's hood, the hylian slacks with the sheikah slate on her hip. he holds a bow with his right hand.

vet (a link to the past thru link's awakening) is 24, 5'4 and uses she/he. she has light skin with various scars and pink hair. he wears a poncho over a knee-length dress, with a scarf and sash. she has various jewelry, including the pendants of virtue around her neck. he has a hand on the messenger bag he is wearing. she has pegasus boots and is equipped with a magical cane. rancher (twilight princess) is 22, 6'0 and uses he/him. he has midtone skin with various scars and stretch marks and reddish-brown hair. he wears the ordon clothes with the pants and sandals traded out for slacks + sturdy boots. a wolf pelt is tied around his waist and a twilit crystal hangs from it. he is equipped with a generic broadsword. end id]

hiiii its a links meet au!! calling this "deys link meet" bc while i am skilled in drawing, i am not skilled in naming things

thoughts about them + a bonus under the cut! <3

all links are trans and autistic. btw.

tiny

agender and likes girls

crafted his own mallet. uses it in the forge and when required, releases the minish magic + sizes it up to a Giant Hammer

has had years of internships learning from minish and various races across hyrule, and has surpassed her grandfather as royal smith

hangs a couple kinstones and a charm he smelted himself based off ezlo off a chain on his belt. has more kinstones in his inventory

it was absolutely imperative she had a hat

prefers verbal speech

mask

nonbinary, pan

this guy knows what gender is but they actively dont care

joy pendant is from sailor. they stole it from him but he knows a stealer when it sees one, so it caught them. and gave it to him

similarly he pierces their ears later at some point

prefers sign

sky

trans and bi

can and will rant about his partners if enabled (groose x link x zelda polycule REAL)

"i miss my bird, tails. i miss her a lot"

got help from gondo + other folks to forge a sword similar to the master sword. he misses fi

the mom friend, as in will fight someone to the death for hurting his friend

despite missing a lot of ppl, he is pretty optimistic

is hopeful for hyrules future

is the only one who can tame cuccos

prefers sign

four

pronouns + sexuality can vary on whos fronting, blue is the only one who vehemently cares about not being misgendered

red uses any pronouns (genderqueer), green uses he/him (agender), blue uses she/her (trans), and vio uses they/them (enby)

alternates between being split between 4 bodies + being in one body. when they are in one body, they function as a system

u can usually tell whos fronting, but if u cant, they wear their elemental charm

prefers verbal speech

shadow

gendervoid + aroace (in qpr w zelda)

recently revived from the dark mirror. is more or less a hylian w dark magic now, has much less power

is rlly close w four bc theyre his siblings. can and will sleep in a dogpile w her.

wears a cloak to protect itself from the sun

tends to assume the worst of people at first until he gets more comfortable w them

prefers verbal speech

trains

demiboy, straight

congenital amputation, uses a cutting edge prosthetic off n on. it can be kind of uncomfortable so he doesnt wear it full time

is often covered in grease and stains from engineer work. they recently got a replacement uniform but it will not stay clean For Long

takes a bit longer to sign due to some signs being unavailable

takes pleasure in yelling orders over the train comms every now + then. doesnt do it often tho bc its exhausting

prefers sign

sailor

agender, aroace

loves to entertain the island kids with tales of his adventures throughout the great sea

still carries its arylls telescope. it gave her her own as a gift (the telescope is covered with seagull stickers)

even tho boots would be more practical in adventuring, he hates getting sand in them and prefers sandals

made his gramma make a bandana and sash out of the heroes tunic so itd actually wear it

replaced the center gem of the joy pendant with the pirate stone

half time verbal speech, half time sign

fairy

agender, aroace

initially a shy sweetheart, but as u get to know him u learn hes also a mischievous trickster

fae, sailor and mask partner up occasionally on goofy pranks they play on the group

fae has the best prank ideas out of all of em

hes good at foraging and other wildlife skills but is also very good at getting lost, even with a map provided

prefers sign

glam

trans, gay

is married to + lives with ravio. solely for citizenship and tax reasons. theyre both gay but not for each other

the traditional campy gay, loves to wear skirts and dresses and other "feminine" things

is a blacksmith and paints in his spare time. zelda initially suggested the latter as a coping mechanism after the adventure but turned out really liking it

he and tiny discuss blacksmithing methods occasionally

mostly does everyday blacksmithing, like nails, tools and utensils, but also knows how to craft weapons when necessary. he makes his own swords

half time verbal speech, half time sign

slate

genderfluid, pan

had PLENTY of time to come to terms w all the damage and destruction from the calamity. theyve had time to understand that nature is healing

is rlly eager to show everyone all the different nooks n crannies of hyrule

she and glam do dress up together

does not know the difference between edible and poisonous simply bc his stomach is so strong. still somehow manages to cook meals that everyone loves (and no one barfs up later)

prefers sign

vet

bigender, relationships are always gay

misses her wife (marin)

wears marins necklace under his poncho

kinda bitter bc hes still grieving. talks minimally

after assistance from the other links to help her thru her grief, he gets more animated and sweet, but is still snarky sometimes

kind of a know-it-all at first

hoarder. has many duplicate items and items with the most ridiculous uses

half time verbal speech, half time sign

rancher

trans, straight

the mom friend

is emo but u couldnt tell by looking at him

was happy hangin w his goats and is kinda annoyed to go on an adventure again

gerudo ancestry (courtesy of malon) makes him a Really Fucking Tall link

prefers verbal speech

[id: the same image as above, but everyone is greyed out except for tiny. he is circled and an arrow points at her, reading, "this bitch small" in all caps. end id]

#doodles #dlm #writing this id took me an hour u better appreciate it #tiny dlm #mask dlm #sky dlm #four dlm #shadow dlm #trains dlm #sailor dlm #fairy dlm #glam dlm #slate dlm #vet dlm #rancher dlm #this has been in my drafts for 2 months so imma bite the bullet + post

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