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002 - Norrayemma & OliZack
003 - Don, Gilda, and/or Matilda
@fullscoreshenanigans, this took some time, but here I am! Hope you like my lil essay 😊
NorRayEmma
002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:
When I started shipping them: I don‘t know the exact date nor year, since I guess my preference for the OT3 ship developt over time. My first fanart of them being romantic partners was made in 2019, so I guess that‘s the year my heart was finally struck by them.
My thoughts: As much as I dig NorEmma, RayEmma or NorRay, only NorRayEmma feels truly perfect and in-canon for me, to say so. Over the course of the manga, it was shown so many times how these three truly belong to each other and which effects it had on two of them when one was missing – not to forget to mention the one who would be alone and with their best friend. So, I don't really want to see them seperated, and imagine them in other relationships is fine, but not my ultimate choice. If it‘s not🤍🧡🖤, I‘m not going, period.
What makes me happy about them: Their interactions. Their discussions. The huge amount of intelligence that is radiating from them whenever they are together. The fondness of their eyes when they see the other two happy and well. Their determination to do everything for their best friends sake, even if it means to give up themselves to guarantee there‘s a future for those they love. The possible tension between them. The concept of them being parts of the whole, only truly perfect when the other two parts are with them. The idea of an one year old child meeting two other babies and instantly deciding to stick with them, forever, from crib to coffin and maybe even beyond. Just, everything.
Should I continue or was that enough for now?
What makes me sad about them: The hardenships they had to face throughout their young lives and how it probably affected them even in their adulthood. For example, Norman‘s declining health due to the experiments in Lambda, that surely never truly go away, even with good medication. Ray‘s mental state is completly in ruins and I fear not all amount of therapy in the human world will ever make him feel not guilty for the things he decided to do for Emma and Norman‘s sake. Not to forget best girl Emma, who can‘t even remember the childhood she spent with her best friends due to the new promise. After all, new memories are wonderful and I‘m glad she found her way back to them. But still, there will always linger a bit of sadness in her, feelings of loss and regret, that will also affect Norman and Ray.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Ray being constantly annoyed with Emma and Norman; listen, he‘s sarcastic and sometimes looses his temper, but overall, Ray always takes time to explain things that annoy him, without too much scolding. In some stories, I get the feeling he doesn‘t even like Emma and Norman, the way he acts, or he drank too much edgy juice™ this morning. Also Norman being all bashful around Emma. He‘s certainly not a casanova, but I like to imagine he cooled down over his crush for her and is just as happy as Emma herself to experience new feelings alongside her. That being said, I don‘t really see Emma being either too shy around either of them or drifting into turbo mode when she‘s in the mood. I like her as a complex, more differentiated character and not a child in a teenager's or adult body. She‘s not dumb and she‘s not over the top 24/7.
Things I look for in fanfic: The Trio having a frickin‘ good time, chilling and talking and doing silly stuff together, but also basic stuff like cooking or going on with their lives in the human world. I prefer fanfictions in which they are already young adults, maybe even with jobs, but school or university is fine, too. If the story is spiced up with some drama, whichever kind, I‘m happier than you could imagine.
My wishlist: Wheter it be Emma, Norman or Ray, they all should get a good therapist. Like, a really good one. They deserve it. Norman‘s health becoming better after countless treatments, and not to forget, Ray finding joy again in reading and learning (I bet he would love most fantasy books in the human world, and since the activity would not be affliciated with his survival, I bet he could „waste“ countless hours on this). For Emma, I wished her memories could come back, but I fear they are gone for good :(
And my personaly headcanon – them starting a big family on their own, giving back all the love that they experienced throughout their lives, and see a new generation of „cattle‘s children“ living free and without the horrors of their anchestors.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: If the Trio‘s not possible, I would also accept either NorEmma, NorRay or RayEmma, hehe. These ships are almost as good. For Norman, I can‘t really think of another partner, sorry. If they both are older, I could totally see Emma with Oliver (as long as he even like girls), and for Ray, I‘ve got another favourite ship I just like as much as the common NER ones: Ray and Ayshe. Shirai and Demizu probably doesn‘t know what they did to me with that one side comic them discussing their parental figures. They also share the same „my face is too cool to show it fully“-act going on and the thought of Ray and Ayshe making Norman nervous, whenever he interacts with the two of them, is pure comedy gold to me.
My happily ever after for them: They live married in a big house near the countryside, have awesome jobs they love to go to and of course a bunch of children of their own or even adopted, to make their new life just as loud and chaotic and wonderful as life in Grace Field House was for them. Well, at least before everything went downhill real quick.
OliZack
When I started shipping them: Only around a year ago, to be honest. I saw several really adorable pictures with them and yeah, where captivated by childhood friends to lovers. Also their colour combination is just superb.
My thoughts: Why wasn't there more of them in the manga? What impact had the several journeys with Emma and co. on Oliver and Zack‘s relationship? They were always together since they were ten; suddenly, they were apart for months, not knowing what was going on with the other and if they would be safe or see each other again. That‘s the stuff that keeps me awake at night.
What makes me happy about them: They stayed alive throughout Goldy Pond and everything that followed after. It would have been so easy for them to die, for every reason, but no, we shippers were lucky and managed to see them going to the human world. And as I said before, their colour pallets are just wonderful – one pale and white haired in red, the other one darker pigmented in blue. Name a more iconic duo ❤️💙.
What makes me sad about them: Not really seeing much of their friendship in the manga. Did they even talk to each other once? Oliver and Zack defintly deserved more attention and content, even as side characters.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I… I have never read any OliverxZack fanfictions to this day, I guess. I could be wrong, though, but it‘s a rare sight. That‘s my complain – there‘s not enough of them.
Things I look for in fanfic: Their past in Goldy Pond, like them being children in a child-unfriendly environment and growing up to the persons they are today. Stuff about the two in the human world and their future would be cute as sugar, too.
My wishlist: To see and read and hear more about them . Asap!
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: You know what? Whe talked about my OT3 before, why not doubling the joy? How about Oliver, Zack and Paula ending as more as just friends? As mentioned before, Oliver and Emma could surely form a great team (again), and Zack with someone else… maybe some other GP residents? I have never thought about it, to be honest, but ifI should change my mind sooner or later, I will add it!
My happily ever after for them: They live together in the human world in a nice appartment; Oliver‘s a social worker for kids on the streets and Zack became a paramedic. Maybe they got some pets, maybe adopted kids, possibly ones Oliver knew due to his work. They managed to get over the loss of their father figure and friends and become old and grey and live happily ever after.
003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:
Don
How I feel about this character: Oh, sweet summer child (literally, since he was born in July). Don got such a big heart and a lot of passion; in contrast to Norman and Ray, who are mostly cool and calm characters, he‘s a nice change. I just love it when male characters can show their feelings more open, even if it‘s anger or grief. Don‘s development from „guy who is a bit confused but got the right spirit“ to someone who activly became part of the riskiest operations, baffled me as much as delighted me. Not to mention his glow up. Thank you, Demizu!
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Hmm, none, really! My headcanon is that he got a hard time in the human world wooing the ladies who have no interest in him (stupid, stupid decision, but it can‘t be helped). Maybe he finds his significant other one day, maybe he learns he‘s happy the way he is. Dunno.
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Gilda and Don! Add Ayshe to the mix and I would read a whole series about their adventures. I also like to imagine Violet teaching him a lot of stuff to survive in the demon world on their journeys to Cuvitidala or the Seven Walls, including veeery creative swear words.
My unpopular opinion about this character: He‘s not as dumb as fandom sometimes depicts him. After all, he already knows where southeast is. No, seriously, Don has to be incredible smart, way smarter than he is usually depicted. He survived in Grace Field, of all farms, easily up until his tenth year of live and even beyond. As much as I like goofball-Don, we should never shove his intelligence aside and underestimate the boy.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Him punching Norman again. I mean, he deserved it as much as Ray did, possibly in the days after queen Legravalima was killed and they had to rush back to Grace Field. After all Norman was a huge dick to Don and Gilda, lied straight into their faces (again), used poor Hayato and the other Lambda guys as his own personal weapons and made Ayshe suffer (which Don befriended immiatly, as it seemed). Enough for a clap, I think. Additionally, I‘d love to see him grieving more about Conny‘s death. Sure, we had the bonus comics in which it was finally revealed how much he regretted not being to save his little sister, but… How did her death affected Don afterwards? Did he had a trauma through this sudden turn of certainity he had all his life? That‘s the stuff I truly wanted to see.
Favorite friendship for this character: Gilda and Ayshe, but I basically love to see him interactin with everyone. Don radiates a warm, friendly aura, that surely everyone is drawn too.
My crossover ship: I gonna be real with you: I have no crossover ships, that‘s why I won‘t fill this for the following characters. I never really could draw a line between The Promised Neverland and any other series, yet alone including any ships. Sorry!
Gilda
How I feel about this character: She is beauty she is grace, she will blow up the shelter if you don‘t bring back at least one of her siblings back an alive from Goldy Pond. Gilda‘s a powerhouse and way too good for all the stuff she had to went through. I wish I could love her as much as she would deserve it, but TPN got so many characters that gave me brain rot, she kinda falls behind.
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Emma and Gilda as romantic shipping is nice, but I prefer their sisterly friendship. Besides that, I can‘t really think of another ship for her (Don‘s her bro and nothing more).
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: As stated before, her and Don‘s friendship. These two didn‘t shared any similarities at first glance, besides being the only ten year olds in the orphanage, but always sticked together. Their interactions during the whole story were adorable and a nice change from the Full Score Trio ones, since the two were sometimes left in the dark about certain topics and had to find out ugly truths on their own. That surely did strengthen their bond.
My unpopular opinion about this character: She did forgive Norman too easily after he lied about finding Mujika and Sonju „to protect them“. I‘ve got the feeling deep down, Gilda won‘t forgive someone as fast as maybe Don, and making snippy side comments to Norman about his wrong doings would have been hilarious. She managed to frighten Emma and Yuugo after them being reckless again, she could surely could have done this with Norman too.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Overall, just depicting more of Gilda, like showing her settling in in the human world or wearing a bunch of adorable outfits (the bonus chapter with Gilda, Anna and Emma was not enough!!).
Favorite friendship for this character: Don, because of all we‘ve seen throughout the manga, and Ayshe, for all the possibilities they could have.
Matilda
How I feel about this character: A Mother‘s Determination was really a wild ride. In around 40 pages I went from „uggh get her away from me“ to „I strongly want to protect her (as well as the other sisters)“. Matilda‘s backstory and character development was touching and I enjoyed learning more about the life in Grace Field. She left a greater impact on me than a side character probably should, but here we are, loving Matilda hours 24/7, again.
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Again, I can‘t say any. I know I‘m a terrible person for never providing any shipping ideas here, but at this point, I can‘t really see her with anybody.
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: The „friendsip“ with Sienna, Jessica and Scarlet as well as her relationship with Isabella. I don‘t know if you can call this friendship, depending on their social status in the headquarters, but I like to imagine they grew fond of each other over time.
My unpopular opinion about this character: That‘s probably not unpopular at all, but I headcanon that she‘s Norman‘s biological mother. Due to her ID and the resulting age, I had a hard time bringing Matilda‘s age in correlation with Norman‘s, but for me, I imagined she had the child when she was barely eightteen years old, so it adds up. For me, at least.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Oh, what would I give to witness more of her shenangians under Grandma Sarah and Isabella! The two years until the escapees came back were surely a very interesting time.
Favorite friendship for this character: Probably no real friendship, but I bet she went regulary to Isabella and wanted to hear stories about her child, their development and what kind of person they are. Matilda was the first one crying over her child being alive (and well?), and I‘ve got the feeling she still cared way more about them as she would probably admit.
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General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha?
General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha!
Summary: this is a General dating headcanons for Legoshi, Louis, Gouhin, Yafya, and Gosha! Enjoy <3
Author note: Hi! Okay so some of they characters I don’t know very well but I’ll try! So I apologize for any Grammar/Spelling mistakes or if they are OOC
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🐺Legoshi🐜
This baby boy is so timid he’s very quiet so talking with him can be like talking to air because sometimes you don’t get a response. He’s not being rude don’t get me wrong! It’s just he’s spends so much time listening that he forgets to answer
He likes picking random flowers for you of any kind!, he even picks out all the little bugs for you but he just puts them on a new flower cause he doesn’t have the heart to hurt them
He doesn’t really like eating lunch together cause he has to show his sharp teeth and he gets scared if you look at them for to long, even if your a Carnivores or Omnivores it still triggers something inside him
You have to defend him from rude,nasty comments cause I feel like most of the time he won’t stand up for himself. He tells you not to cause he doesn’t want you to get insulted or worse but you have to reassure him your fine
If your comfortable with it he would love to show you the bugs he found and let you hold them! But if you don’t like bugs that’s completely fine too but if there’s one you want to kill he probably won’t do it he’ll just grab em and put it outside where it can touch you
Loves rambling about bug facts and such but if he notices you getting bored or he’s rambling for too long he’ll shut up right away
He does get protective if needed too even if your bigger then him and stronger that doesn’t matter to him he just worry’s a lot
Overall all a bit timid and shy but he will defend you when needed too he’s really sweet <3.
🦌Louis💵
First of all get ready to run from the angry fan girls if they ever find out about your relationship 🏃💨
You guys most likely keep it the relationship a secret for both of you and Louis sake and status because people would go wild if they found out about you guys
He’s a gentleman most of the time so expect him opening the doors for you or giving you flowers and other stuff even if your a man or non-binary etc
Loves buying you small or big things like roses to chocolates or a Diamond ring or anything else you can want, You can also ask and he’ll gladly buy you whatever you need!
Makes you always watch his performances he always save you a seat in the front row just so he can make sure your there he says he preforms better knowing your there
I feel like he’s one of those boyfriends that when you text them about ANYTHING his already there even if he isn’t needed like let’s say you texted “I love you” he’ll show up at your door with gifts to say I love you back
He loves playing with your hair/fur it’s soothing to him he’ll even detangle anything ( with Care of course ) also loves to put something in it to decorate it like flowers and such
He makes sure your under control and is kinda strict sometimes like let’s say your up at 1AM or so he’ll force you to go to sleep because it’s important to get a full nights rest even if he sometimes doesn’t get it himself
Overall a very chill and caring boyfriend but can be distant sometimes but most of the times he’s always there for you!
🐼Gohin🎋
I feel like he’s very blunt about stuff so if he doesn’t like it or feels annoyed by someone/something he won’t hesitate to speak up about it
Im guessing he somewhat knows medical stuff so he will definitely take care of you himself if the injury isn’t that major
Doesn’t let you go out alone ESPECIALLY at night thats when the streets get even more dangerous
Depending on how long you guys are in a relationship, he’ll let you trace he’s scar you just gotta be careful
Legoshi once met you by accident in the store and you guys talked for a bit before you started talking about your boyfriend
I feel like he’s actually probably a good cook so he’ll definitely show you how to cook or just make you something
Gives you a small pocket knife when ever you go alone just in case he gets worried
Won’t ambit it but loves when you rub his head or ears it soothes him a lot
Overall a bit over protective but for good reasons he knows how cruel the world can be and he just wants to protect you from it
WARNING:The characters below are EXTREMELY outta character I’m assuming cause I know basically nothing about them cause I just got into the fandom a few weeks ago so I apologize! So sorry!
🐴Yafya⚖️
He seems nice and friendly but behind the scenes i feel like he isn’t much
Like Gohin he’s probably protective aswell and just a inch more intense
He lets you brush his his mane once in awhile when you guys have time to chill out with each other!
Maybe a romantic? I’m not sure but he’s definitely get you some gift here and there as a surprise!
“Why the long face?” “Y/n I swear to god if you say that one more time-“
He has many enemies so due to that he most definitely has to keep this relationship under wraps and has to make you Care at least a small weapon Just in case something happens
he barely eats any un healthy, he basically only eats healthy foods he won’t force you to join but he would love if you did he’d even make some food for you!
He sometimes likes to put his coat on you when you get cold so you don’t freeze
Overall a pretty good boyfriend! Just hard to be with due to all the enemies he has but you guys make it work
🦎Gosha🦎
He’s real calm and probably has a lot of patience especially if you guys are fighting or your mad
Legoshi loves you to death and likes to hang out with you when he can
I don’t know much about him but I feel like he has a past you probably do t know about and probably one he doesn’t wanna tell you
Like Legoshi he’s probably someone who would rather avoid conflict than face it head-on so in arguments it could be a bit annoying
Even with this in mind when it comes to his family he’d put that aside he cares about them deeply
He spends most of his time with you and would probably like to stay that way I feel like he wouldn’t mind hanging around other people but he’d prefer to stay around you most of the time
Overall a bit like legoshi I think they kinda share the same personality in my eyes
Sorry this took so long! I’ve had a busy week also sorry if they are OOC I’ve only been in this fandom for a bit so I don’t know much about the characters I still hope you enjoyed!
#beastars#x reader#legoshi x reader#louis x reader#beastars gosha#beastars x reader#beastars yahya#gohin beastars#anon <3#anonymous#thanks anon!#request#beastars headcanons#*dies cutely*#sorry for taking so long#i hope you like this#i tried#sorry lol
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My Rules and About Me
POV Be Me: Dexter or Dex or Dee or whatever. (He/They, heavy preference on They tho)
Age: 32, soon to be 33.
I've been rping on and off for about twenty years I believe, I got the One piece bug after going through my old rp blog and missing my gurl boss Seda.
I have adhd and a not so busy but really full list of things I should be doing most days so I may dip in and out of here when I have free time.
When it comes to rping, the key to me is fun. If I'm not having fun I'm not doing it. So that being said, I don't make overly flashy/stylized posts. Graphics design is not my passion and so I don't find any of that stuff fun for me to do personally. Same with making a Carrd or any of that. Everything you need to find about me and my gurl will be on this blog and tagged accordingly. If you are looking for something in particular let me know and I'll gladly tell you. I have maybe 4 spoons on a good day and I'm not using up my good spoons doing something I dislike when I could be doing something I enjoy.
If you need a post formatted a certain way, let me know, otherwise you are getting it raw, baby!
Just don’t ask for the text to be too small. I have dog water eyesight so I still have to make it accessible for myself.
I yam an artist tho so I'll be more inclined to include art with any post about Seda I make because I'm a visual learner. And sometimes, a quick image gets the job done.
Da Rules
1. The basics: Mun =/= Muse, Don't tell me what my character is doing, don't get overly shippy without us talking about it out of character.
2. Don't be a dick. If you are flinging around isms and phobias, then I will unfollow and drop any threads we are having. If it's something that can be talked about cause it's a misunderstanding then we're cool. But if it's a "Actually, I don't think brown people should have rights." You can fuck right off with that. I'm a black bisexual trans person, so anything that goes against my fundamental human right to exist is conversation ending.
3. Both mun and muse are in their 30s and so, if there IS any shipping, let's keep it gucci with someone close to her age range or older. And I'd like to rp with people over 18. If you are younger, I'm going to ignore you. Sorry.
4. I do adore shipping, but I'm not hungering for it if there is no connection. Same with friendships. If it doesn't feel right, let's not force it. Seda is more than willing to talk with someone she loathes and I think that's a fun dynamic to rp out. Duplicates of anything are just fine with me. In her old form, Seda was bffs with at least three different luffys and she loved them all to bits.
5. There will be talk of sensitive subject matter as is the nature of One Piece, but anything truly nsfw will be put under a read more or moved to private discussions.
6. Speaking of nsfw, I have a pathological inability to write nsfw rps in public, so very likely, anything saucy will go fade to black. I will likely draw it though, just, having to put a mirror to myself and then telling everyone "Hey y'all, look at this vulnerable display of passion and lust that I'm writing with my own two human hands with another person!" fills me with dread.
7. Because I have adhd and the brain of slug sometimes, I make spelling mistakes. I try and catch them but I'm sure there are at least 5 in this post alone. It's just gonna have to be something you accept. No matter what I do, I don't see the mistakes.
8. My main focus is on One Piece characters but I'll rp with characters from other fandoms or just fandomless ones.
9. Anything about Seda is subject to change because that's the nature of life baby. She's had a lot of play testing from my blog ten years ago so this version of her is the stable 2.0 edition, but if I see something I like or decide a piece isn't meshing right, I reserve the right to change it. (Just as we can change anything about ourselves, yada yada)
10. And number 10, don't be a dick x2. I truly am just here for a good time and to play around in this little sandbox we call Tumblr Rping. When it stops being fun for me, I'll stop. But until then:
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"my heart is yours forever"
[BUCKY BARNES FLUFF HEADCANON]
bucky barnes post endgame x reader
summary: bucky is afraid of losing you because of his nightmares.
warnings: sadness, post-endgame angst, fluff
authors note: hey! english isn't my first language, sorry for any spelling mistakes!
requests open! send me yours and i will gladly make it!
• bucky is a sweetheart and pretty romantic but also traumatized. A LOT. so it means he really loves you but is scared (say hello to commitment and trust issues)
• although you bring peace and comfort to his heart, he can't sleep next you, he's afraid of losing control while he's asleep and hurt you, so it's not unusual to find him sleeping on the sofa in the morning.
• you feel bad for him and also really wanna that he gain confidence again. hurts knowing that he's scared of hurting or losing you when you know he would never do that.
• so one sunday morning, you woke up without him, and for a while you felt your heart drop thinking he left, but then you come to the living room and find him wrapped up in the blankets, and clearly uncomfortable on that tiny sofa for his size.
• instead of waking him up, you go to the kitchen and prepare a big breakfast that he will like with some coffee, eggs, bacon and toasts. you miss something sweet, so you went to the groceries store and bakery to get some goodies. when you came back you find a semi-woke up scared as hell and worried bucky, sitting on the sofa with his hair all messed up in a cute way, but his skin is pale, and you could tell for a sec that he was almost having a breakdown.
• you leave the bags on the counter to walk towards him and hold his chest, going beneath his arm. you can feel his heartbeat going so fast, so you stroke his hair and his back, kissing his cheek.
• "hey, i'm here, what's going on, love?" you ask carefully. he close his eyes for a moment then he opens just to look to you.
• "it's nothing, doll, don't worry" he assures, but you squint your eyes, a bit suspicious, but you don't say anything, knowing soon, or later he's going to open up.
• "well, i made breakfast! just for you! come here, babe" you ask leaving him on the sofa to set things on the table. you sit on the chair, waiting for him and pouring some coffee on his cup, without much sugar, just as he likes.
• bucky smiles, looking to you as you're the most precious thing in this universe, and to him, you really are. before sitting down next to you, he kisses your forehead and messes up your hair a bit.
• "wow, all of this just for me?!" he observes the table full of food, not knowing where to start, so he just brings his cup of coffee, drinking the dark liquid while he turns his look for you. you smirk, a bit shy, and try to focus on your breakfast, putting some milk and coffee on your mug.
• you two eat silently, sharing some smiles and bites sometimes, he even brings fruits with the fork to your mouth. the man is IN LOVE. in every meaning of the word.
• "you're the best chef ever" he compliments on your cooking, even though was just some eggs and bacon.
• and you can't be more happy seeing him eating and smiling again, all healthy and strong. but despises that, he's being away mentally and sometimes pushing you away. you imagine why, but its hard sometimes to be worried if things will keep going all the time. bucky is unstable, yet you understand and try to help him.
• but y'all are almost close to the one-year of a serious relationship and hurts you the fact that he can't sleep or talk with you. he notices that you're lost in your head with your thoughts and your mood change.
• "something's wrong, darling?" bucky asks, approaching his knee with yours. you shake your head before sipping your coffee, brushing it off. you wanna give him time and don't wanna be intrusive even that you're a bit worried. "you can tell me if you feel comfortable, no pressure"
• "buck...i-" you sigh, scared and not knowing how to say what you need. he rests his hand on your thigh, trying to show you that he's supporting you. "i miss you"
• "but...i'm right here, what do you mean?" he raises his eyebrows, and you can see the confusion going through his eyes. a knot forms in your throat as you try to organize things in your head.
• "i mean your body it's here but your mind or your energy...it's not" you say, afraid to look his eyes again. "i don't want to offend you, i understand you been through a lot of shit and dark places. it's not fair to be asking those type of things, but as your girlfriend, i miss doing at least couple stuff, you know? you don't even sleep with me, buck. what is the problem? why don't you feel comfortable enough with me?"
• at this point, tears are forming in your eyes, and you're scared of making him go away.
• "i'm sorry...i shouldn't be breaking our nice time together...i just-" you start to apologize, but he interrupts you.
• "i'm afraid of losing you." bucky says, clearly sad and feeling guilty. he's looking down, staring his vibranium arm. "i've been having nightmares and that isn't what scares me, but losing control and hurting you because of them does."
• you looked him again. with your heart broken, wanting to take all his pain away.
• "you're not losing me, buck. i don't wanna lose you either but i'm scared because i know you have been pushing me away, and i promise you, i'm not going anywhere without you" you grab his hand, wanting to make him sure that you're trying to make him stay. "i know you would never hurt me, you don't need to be afraid. but if it's any consolation, i know how to fight. you trained me, big boy"
• "oh doll, i don't deserve you" he smiles through the pain, nodding as he looks up to you.
• "stop, don't say that. you deserve even more, babe." you get close, touching and caressing his perfect face. he leans towards you, looking deep into your eyes and grabbing your chin.
• "we gonna get trough this together. i love you" he whispers against your lips, moving his hand to your neck. "forever" he affirms, finally colliding his soft lips into yours, going for a calm yet passionate kiss.
• "my heart is yours, james. forever. i love you" you say, between the kiss, receiving his gorgeous and bestest smile.
• his eyes were shining as all the stars were in his steel-blue gaze just to admire you, and you knew at that moment, you could never let he go.
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Hii! So i have seen that your request is currently open! Also that you are kind of new here (i guess? Idrk)! I was wondering if i could request one? The story goes like draco pulls a prank on y/n (any kind really its up to you!) then later on showers her with his love (gift too because we all know he got the ✨ money money ✨ so thats it! (Its very fluffy im sorry) i hope you can do it totally alright if you cant tho!! I hope to see more of your works! God Bless💗
fun and games | draco malfoy
pairing: draco x slytherin!reader
word count: 3,3k
summary: where draco takes pranking y/n too far
a/n: thank you so so much for requesting! <3 since this is my first ever request i'm a little bit nervous >.< i really hope that you like it and that it lives up to your expectations! i feel honored that you trusted me with your request even though i'm still pretty new on here ♡
warnings: none
universe: harry potter
You can't remember when it started, you only know that it did and that it slowly starts to annoy the hell out of you. Not because you don't understand fun, you really do, but you can't even spend a quiet minute with your boyfriend Draco anymore since he started acting like Fred and George Weasley, always pulling a prank on you with every possibility he got.
Some of those were actually funny and made you laugh, but at some point it just got too much. Every time you are with him now, you expect something to happen. Whether it is that he calls you to him to show you fantastic beasts that do not exist, making you look like a fool while he laughs, or that he hides two of your belongings somewhere around Hogwarts, telling you that it is actually three objects that you then have to search for like crazy. He even gave you Veritaserum once, just to ask you an endless number of questions which you inevitably had to answer. All of that you already went through. But today was somewhat different.
Draco did not pull a prank on you for weeks now, which you can not complain about at all, in fact you are quite happy about it. After his last prank you asked him to finally stop and it seems like he listened to you. Still, something feels very weird.
You haven't seen Draco today, which is rather unusual for you and your relationship because neither of you can last longer than a few hours without the other. You have just come out of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class and look around the hallway, expecting to spot him somewhere, while your classmates walk past you to head to their break. Usually, Draco always picks you up after class so that you can spend time together until your next course. But you don't see him anywhere today.
At the end of the hallway you spot Fred and George trying to sell one of their newest and greatest inventions to a first-year. You shake your head and roll your eyes. These two are probably responsible that your boyfriend had his prank phase, even though he absolutely despises every Weasley. Of course Draco would never admit it, but you think that he copied a lot from them.
"Leave the poor child alone, Weasley's", you tell them while passing them, not wanting to wait longer for Draco to pick you up. Regrettably you shouldn't have opened your mouth because all of a sudden they apparate in front of you out of nowhere, making you flinch and taking a step back. "What, Y/N? Did I hear you correctly?", George says, wiggling his eyebrows at Fred. "You really want to test our new creation?", Fred adds with a smile.
"No, thank you. I've had enough of pranks lately", you assure them with a forced smile. Obviously offended by your statement, the red haired twins cross their arms over their chest, giving you a disapproving look before vanishing again. Shaking your head, you make your way to your common room, hoping to meet Draco on the way there. Unfortunately, that does not happen and you slowly start to have a bad feeling. Where is he?
Once you arrive in the dungeons, you say the password and enter the common room, which is cosy warm in contrast to the cold corridors outside. After all, it's winter; what else should you expect from the temperature? Several Slytherin's buzz around, sitting at the green fire or studying at the tables. But still, no sign of Draco.
You spot Crabbe and Goyle on one of the sofas, who have their eyes focused on you. As soon as they realize that you look back at them, they burst into giggles and look away as if nothing happened. Their weird behavior lets you frown in confusion. Before you can confront them about it, Pansy suddenly appears right in front of you and thus into your field of vision.
"Y/N! We want to go down to the lake in a few minutes. It's frozen solid for the first time this year! Do you want to join us?", she offers, her outfit already perfectly adapted to the cold temperature outside. "Do you know where Draco is?", you blurt out, not answering to her question at all. "No? Why would I?", Pansy responds irritated.
You loudly breathe out. "Nevermind. Enjoy your trip to the lake", you wish her and give her a small smile, then walk past her and towards your room in the girls' dormitories. You don't miss the look that Crabbe and Goyle give you as well as their giggles when you make your way out of the big room though.
While walking your gaze falls on something laying on the ground and you immediately stop in your tracks abruptly. You bend down and pick it up in amazement, a now much bigger smile forming on your lips. In your delicate hand you're now holding a rose petal. Looking in front of you, you notice more rose petals on the floor. They seem to show you the way to your room.
It must have been Draco, he definetely wants to surprise you after a stressful day, you are sure about that. Quickly and with unbelievable enthusiasm you follow the path to your closed door. You imagine how you will open the door and come into your room, there will be a romantic atmosphere with warm candlelight and Draco will lovingly greet you, hug you and kiss you until-
SPLASH
You have just opened the door when suddenly a huge mass of cold water falls down on you, completely soaking you from head to toe. Because of the shock and the sudden coldness surrounding you, you gasp for air. In front of you, you do not see your desired romantic atmosphere or any candles, but only your laughing boyfriend.
"I got you again!", Draco rejoices and praises himself while you can only watch him in shock. You look down at yourself and lift one of your feet out of the puddle beneath you which you are now standing in. Water drips from your hair and your uniform to the floor. Your boyfriend's cheeky laugh echoes in your ears. Slowly your whole body begins to tremble, although you are not sure wheather it comes from the cold water or from the anger boiling up inside of you.
Assuming that you find the successful prank as funny as he does, he keeps laughing, not noticing your anger yet. "Fred and George did the same prank with Weaselbee the other day, so I had to try it out as well. It worked! Crabbe and Goyle helped me set it up and-"
"I hate you so much!", you scream at him angrily, no longer able to keep your anger under control. Draco's expression falls immediately, obviously not expecting this kind of a reaction. You are still stiffly standing under the door frame, stretching your arms away from your body to somehow escape the extreme cold, water still running down, even under your clothes. "Why do you never know when it's time to stop?! I thought you wanted to surprise me!"
A little taken aback, Draco slowly approaches you while you are busy with wringing out your wet hair. "Don't you dare touch me now, Draco Malfoy!", you command and he obeys your words, stopping a few inches in front of you. "Love, it was just supposed to be fun..", he mumbles dejected, insecurely rocking back and forth on his feet, slowly realizing his mistake.
"Yeah, of course. For you it's always all fun and games until someone dies!", you angrily rebuke him. "I'm completely wet, I'm damned cold, as if it wasn't already cold enough outside, and all I wanted is to spend a relaxing and nice afternoon with my boyfriend who, as always, only got nonsense in his mind and not thinks about his girlfriend's feelings!", you complain, getting rid of your wet cloak while bumping into him with your shoulder as you walk past, throwing it onto your bed. You sit down next to it on the soft mattress and take off your soaking wet shoes as well. For a few minutes there is nothing but silence between you two.
"Y/N..", Draco breaks the silence, but you just shoot him a scathing glance, your lower lip now trembling from the coldness surrounding your body. "I don't want to hear anything, Draco. Really", you scoff and roll your eyes, standing up to finally get out of your uncomfortable clothes. "Can you leave, please? I want to change", you ask him reproachfully, but he doesn't move a single bit.
"I'm responsible for this so let me help you, okay? I'm sorry", he says, sincerity in his sad voice. You can't even answer him as he already pulls out his wand and casts a spell you don't recognize. The puddles on the floor disappear and your clothes are suddenly dry again. All that is left is the unbearable cold around you. Freezing, you draw your cloak tighter around you and give Draco a very small but thankful smile.
He looks at you thoughfully before spreading his arms to invite you into a warm hug, which you gladly accept. Even though you're mad at him, he still manages to make you soften again. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist and he gently strokes your back with one hand in hopes to warm you up at least a little bit, then places a gentle kiss of the top of your head and hugs you even tighter, pulling you closer to his much warmer body. He can clearly feel your body tremble against his. "I'm really sorry, love. I hope you can forgive me for my stupid behavior..", he breathes into your ear, loosening your arms around his waist to take your ice-cold hands in his.
He closely examines your face, searching for any hint of what your answer could be like. No longer able to resist his pleading stare and shimmering gray eyes, you slowly nod to assure him that you will forgive him. Of course you will; you love him way too much to let something this silly destroy your relationship. More than happy with your answer, he cups your cheeks between his hands, his silver ring coldy pressing against your skin, and gives you a loving kiss.
"I will make up for it, I promise", he speaks against your lips after you broke the kiss, his thumb caressing your lower lip softly. "As long as you stop those stupid pranks, idiot", you roll your eyes, still feeling a tiny bit upset about the incident. A little chuckle escapes his lips and he pulls you close against him again. "Let's warm you up first, hm?", Draco whispers and before you know it he has apparated both of you back into the common room. Because everyone left to go to the lake you're now completely alone in the big room.
Without your consent, Draco pulls you onto one of the couches near the fireplace so you can warm up. With the help of a spell, he increases the flame a little more. Out of nowhere he throws you a fluffy, thick blanket and wraps you in it, your body now slowly but surely heating up.
While you're still busy making yourself comfortable, Draco extinguishes all the lights in the room except for a few candles, which dip the quiet room into a soothing light, creating a relaxing atmosphere for you two.
"Are you feeling warmer already? Do you need something else? What about a hot chocolate?", he questions you, still feeling extremly horrible for what he made you go through. "A hot chocolate sounds very nice, actually", you accept his offer, deciding to take advantage of the situation, innocently smiling at him. It does not even take him one single second and he suddenly vanishes into thin air. Shaking your head but smiling to yourself you watch the flame in the fireplace while you wait for him to return.
To your amazement, it takes him a lot longer than you expected and that just for a simple hot chocolate. After about a quarter of an hour he pops up again in front of you all of a sudden, two steaming cups in his hands. He serves you your hot drink with a cheeky smile on his face. "As requested: one perfectly hot chocolate, but not nearly as hot as you", he winks at you before making himself comfortable next to you.
"What took you so long?", you ask and take a sip, skillfully ignoring his statement. "Had to.. run a few more errands, you know. I'm a very busy man", he smirks at you, holding the, in his hands much smaller looking, cup. You look at him in disbelief and then discover a few white spots on his uniform that make you raise your eyebrows in confusion. "It's snowing outside?", you question and point to the snowflakes on his cloak that are slowly melting in the warm room. "Care to explain why you were outside?"
"Uh, well.. I just wanted to please my lovely girlfriend", he explains and takes something out of his pockets. You immediately know what it is and sit up excitedly, but before you can grab it, you pull your hand back. "That's not another one of your pranks, is it?", you pout and look in his eyes for an answer, any sign that this really is just normal candy from Honeydukes and not some experiments he bought from Fred and George.
"Come on, Y/N! They are not poisoned. Eat now or I froze myself to death out there for nothing", Draco assures you and you decide to trust him, carefully opening the candy, revealing the actually normal, delicious sweets that you love so much. Happily eating them you don't even notice at first how Draco keeps staring at you, one of his fingers nervously tapping the rim of his cup.
"Y/N?", Draco finally clears his throat, sitting up straight while you look at him with big expectant eyes. The way he pronounces your name, how the letters roll of his tongue create goosebumps all over your skin, causing you to cuddle up more into the cozy blanket, waiting for him to continue. His gaze wanders back and forth between you and his warm drink, of which he has not drunk very much yet.
He opens his mouth to say something again but notices the goosebumps on your arm, the alarm bells in his head loudly going off immediately. "Are you still cold? Wait a second!", Draco tells you, without waiting for an answer, and jumps up, running to his prefect room and coming back a few seconds later to give you one of his green Slytherin sweaters. "Here. Put it on, it will warm you up", he commands and examines you carefully as you pull it over your head, the pleasant scent of his perfume clouding your senses instantly.
Your cheeks turn a little bit red, on the one hand because of the extreme warmth that now surrounds you and on the other hand because Draco gives you such a sweet and tender look, as if you are the most beautiful and precious being in this world; which, in fact, you definetely are to him. He moves closer to you and puts his arm around your shoulders so that you can lean against his chest and snuggle up to him. Draco gently runs his fingers over your hair, over your cheeks and to your chin, which he slightly lifts up, making you look at him.
Neither of you say anything for a while, you just look each other deep in the eyes. Draco brushes one strand of hair behind your ear that fell into your face and slowly leans in. You close your eyes, waiting for him to connect your lips, but he teasingly stops shortly before, his breath fanning against your skin. "I have something for you.. as an apology", he gently whispers and you open your eyes in surprise. "You don't have to give me anything, Draco. I've already forgiven you, you know that", you smile at him, cupping one of his cheeks which makes him smile.
He takes your hand in his and squeezes it lightly, kisses your knuckles and then shakes his head with a sigh. "I know. Still, I feel bad and want to give you something. Something very meaningful and significant", he declares, reaching into his pocket once again. Eventually, his secrecy makes you kind of curious anyway and you look at his hand eagerly, waiting to see what the gift will be.
Draco pulls out a small black box covered in velvet. Your curious gaze focuses on the box, which contents are still unknown to you until he finally opens it and reveals a beautiful, gold shimmering and, above all, quite expensive looking necklace. Small moons and stars hang on it, but the real focus of the indescribably lovely piece of jewelry is in the middle. The bigger splendid pendant attached to it is none other than his name, Draco, written in an artistic curved font. Overwhelmed, your mouth drops open.
"Actually, I wanted to give it to you for our anniversary this year, as a thanks for sticking around with me for so long, no matter how stupid and silly and annoying I was. Somehow it just felt like the right moment to give it to you now", Draco explains in a calm voice, no sight of the silly boy from a few hours ago, and takes the necklace out of its box, gesturing that you should turn around so he can carefully place it around your neck. He leaves a few butterfly kisses along your neck before you turn around to him again, immediately touching the pendant with your fingertips, slightly pressing it against your soft skin.
"I thought I would give you my first name as long as I can't give you my last", Draco smiles timidly, a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as you pull him into a tight embrace. "D-Draco.. I don't know what to say.. I love you so much", you sob into his neck, placing a kiss right there. His arms wrap around you and he breathes out contentedly and somewhat relieved. "I was afraid that you would reject me..", he whispers nearly inaudible, more to himself than to you.
"I would never even think about rejecting you! But do you really promise that you will make it come true, Draco? That you will give me the honor to receive your last name?", you ask seriously, retreating a bit so you are able to look at his handsome face. A smile creeps its way onto his lips at your so serious but also hopeful facial expression. "I don't want anything more in my life than that, darling", Draco clarifies honestly and then takes the pendant with his name on it between his thumb and index finger. "This is a promise", he repeats softly and gives you a quick but loving kiss.
Despite the short kiss, you feel a pleasant warmth inside of you and the butterflies flutter around in your stomach. You put your hands around his neck and can't help but grin brightly, trying to hide it by biting down on your lower lip. Immediately, Draco's thumb comes up to your lip and stops you from doing so, looking back and forth between your shiny eyes and plump lips.
The next kiss you share is so passionate and with so much love that you forget everything around you in a matter of seconds, fading out your surroundings. Now, there is only you and Draco. And a promise that you hold close to your heart.
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I was tagged by @drabbleitout TY <3 I thought I'd grab this from What Alexis Did Next.
Myth
"There was nothing good about those times," I [Alexis] told him. "There is nothing I want to remember. I had a job to do, and I did it well. I gathered up lambs knowing full well they were headed for slaughter."
"Maybe you did, and maybe you did almost kill yourself drinking with Orock," he said, talking fast and sobering faster. "But you adapted to your situation and that was an impressive thing to do. The dwarves still talk about the last pub crawl Orock did in this town like it was a myth from under the mountain. You left a mark here and even if you think it was a bad one, well, many folks think different." He looked at me over his shoulder, brown eyes steady.
"Then you've made a mistake," I told him. I released his arm and headed up the stairs.
Finish
"...we're all tired and such, but poor Selene, she looks at me and says 'I've only got one one spell left!'. 'Well cast it then!' says I. She gives me this dubious look, then says 'to hell with it!' and casts her spell. You can imagine our surprise when this little cottage erupts from the side of the dragon, making him collapse, and effectively winning the battle. 'That's it! I'm out!' Sel yells, 'I'm cold, tired and I'm going to bed!' and she does just that, climbing up Karylax's side and into the Secure Shelter she just cast."
Princess Garni laughed as I finished the tale and even the King gave a chuckle.
Time
"Mistress," said a guard with a few more trinkets on the chest of his gilded armour. "I must apologise on behalf of the Crown. We have failed in our duty to keep ye from harm. I do not know how this Duergar," he spat the word, "gained entry to the Mount, let alone the Palace, but I will not rest until I have made this right. In the meantime… Bazra Trollbasher!"
A black-bearded dwarf with a tattoo on her face stepped smartly forward. "Yes Chief?"
"You will accompany Mistress Dalliance at all times until the end of the night," the Chief said.
"Understood," she said, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face.
"Now look here-" I started to complain, but Edwin pushed me behind him.
"She accepts," he said quickly. "Mistress Dalliance realises you are very busy people, and she does not hold you at fault for this unfortunate incident. She thanks you gladly for this guardian, and is honoured you would find her worthy to be sheltered by such a distinguished warrior as the Lady here."
The Chief inclined his head. "My thanks, Cleric. Hammer Trollbasher, escort them back to the dining hall."
Tap
What I wouldn't have given for a crossbow to disassemble and reassemble just then. There was the tip-tap of footsteps approaching, as I pulled at my cuffs.
"Hoi there lass." I turned to see Gruk standing there. "Are you okay, hen?" he asked.
I gave him a wane smile. "Not even in the slightest," I said. "I'd take a dragon any day over what's waiting in there."
Lack
"What?" I asked, throwing open the door. Bazra was indeed stood there. Along with a half dozen Kingsguard and Princess Garni.
I blinked owlishly and tried to mumble something, but her Royal Highness interrupted me.
"Good afternoon Mistress," she said, unruffled by my lack of decorum, "In light of events-" She paused, and gave a couple of delicate sniffs. "Have ye been drinking?"
"And if I have?" I said.
The Princess frowned, in annoyance I thought, then sighed. "May I come inside?"
I stared at her for a moment then sniffed.
"Gems or gold, love," I said, turning back into the room, leaving the door swinging.
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Team - inej x fem!reader
Description: The reader is a squaller. On a mission, she almost kills Inej, before revealing her feelings for the other girl.
(ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes, I wrote this at 11pm lol)
(I apologize for it being so gendered; I want to write in second person, but for this I'm just going to stick with 3rd)
Warnings: Brief mentions of death, y'know regular soc stuff
Words: 1960
Wait 'til you're announced
We've not yet lost all our graces
Y/n stood nervously, edging further and further away from the center of the ballroom, where couples spun in dresses so vibrant she was getting dizzy. She found herself cursing Kaz Brekker, the reason she was here, for the third time that evening.
She looked at her simple blue shoes, trying to notice any details she could in an effort to keep calm, while still keeping her senses sharp, in order to catch Kaz's signal. A minute or two later, after realizing that repeating blue. dirty. boring. over and over in her head might not be helping, she looked away from the stolen slippers she wore. Her gaze drifted, and she began to trace the lines between floorboards further and further away from her, counting every time the gap got wider or a new board started.
The hounds will stay in chains
Suddenly, she felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, in the same fashion as what one gets when being stared at. Glancing up, she saw man several feet in front of her, and as their eye contact locked she got the sense he she wasn't supposed to be here.
Her heartrate was so loud and fast at the moment she knew Nina must notice, even if the heartrender was out of sight, hidden outside the entrance to the room.
But thinking about her friends wouldn't get her out of this situation. The man, who was almost certainly an undercover guard, was talking to her. steeling herself one last time, she spoke up, hoping her voice wasn't wavering or cracking.
"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't hear you. Could you repeat that? The music is so loud. Speaking of which, who's playing? I'd love to ask them to play at my favor-"
Her unsubtle attempt to control the conversation clearly hadn't worked, as the guard instantly interrupted her.
"I've seen you before. you run with the Dreg's don't you? That damned Brekker, always trying to get his dirty hands on whatever's not his. Well, this time, why don't you tell him it's not going to work. There's no way he's getting to that ring, especially if all he can throw at us is some weak little girl like yourself."
Despite the blood pounding through her ears, Y/n had to bite back a smile. The one thing she always had to her advantage was how gladly people were to underestimate her. Well, if she could just stall him for a couple minutes, she'd show him just how "weak" she was.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about! Wait.. Brekker? Is he here? Oh god, he's going to blow this whole place up! I need to find... find my friend... where is he?"
"You're not fooling anyone. I need to escort you out. We don't allow street rats in here." The look he shot her filled her insides with a combination of dread and anger. If Kaz didn't let the others in soon.. she didn't know what would happen.
"No, sir please, my friend, I- I can't leave without him... please-"
Look upon 'your greatness' and he'll
Send the call out, send the call out
She was rescued from the humiliating pleading by a loud boom that filled the room.
Everything was silent.
Then the noise erupted.
And in the center of the room stood Kaz Brekker himself. How he'd gotten there without anyone noticing, Y/n would never understand.
The man who was previously so invested in her swore loudly and gave her one last glance, before deciding Kaz was the bigger threat and running toward him. Thankfully, he didn't obscure Y/n's view of the center of the floor, as just then, Kaz hit the ground twice with his cane. A simple action, but exactly what Y/n had been waiting for. She raised her hands, and let the power rush out, the familiarity of the action finally calming her nerves. If there was one thing she knew she had control over, it was her small science.
Air began racing towards the entrance of the room and clearing the smoke, pushing it from the doorway and instead in intricate patterns decided by the subtle twist's of Y/n's fingers.
Finally, the entryway was fully visible. And there stood the four other other crows.
The screaming intensified, and dozens of guards began running toward them
Call all the ladies out
They're in their finery
A hundred jewels on throats
While the other three blinked, clearing their eyes, Inej jumped right into action, running straight over to Y/n. She was simply dressed in her classic black outfit, yet Y/n couldn't tear her eyes away. Her partner --her friend-- would never stop catching her gaze. After all, the Wraith was the most beautiful person Y/n had ever seen. It got harder each day to not spill all her feelings on the floor in front of Inej, but the reminder of how their connection would likely be severed if she did forced her mouth shut. Years of built trust was worth hiding this one thing, right?
"Y/n?" Inej's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah?" She internally cringed as to how flat the response sounded.
"Nothing, you just seemed like were thousands of stars away from here. Are you okay?" The genuine worry in her voice pulled at Y/n's heartstrings.
"Yeah, I'm fine." The lie hurt to tell. She wasn't fine, she was inches from everything she wanted in the world but couldn't reach out to take it. "Is everyone else ready?"
"I think so, but it'd be good to double check."
A hundred jewels between teeth
Looking around, Mathias's large frame was easy to spot. He appeared to be body shielding the smaller frame of Nina, whose hands were raise, the clear source of the fallen bodies all around the dance floor.
Nina caught her gaze and nodded once before returning to deal with the guard attempting stab Matthias.
Now bring my boys in
Turning to the left, she spotted Jesper, grinning with guns out, and Wylan crouching behind him, quickly readying another bomb. Jesper also nodded at her, not missing a shot while he did so. Wylan stood, bomb ready, the final cue.
Their skin in craters like the moon
The moon we love like a sister
Y/n turned back to the girl next to her.
"You ready?" She asked Inej, the adrenaline of the moment piping hot through her veins along with the power itching to be released.
"Ready."
"Alright... GO!"
While she glows through the room
I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air
Inej jumped into the air, barely starting to fall before a large gust of wind blew her back up. She rose, righting herself midair until it appeared she was walking on nothing. In reality, far below her, Y/n was sending gust after gust, fighting hard against the gravity persistent to bring Inej down. But Y/n won. She always did in the end.
Whenever she and Inej worked together, she felt like she was the one rising, lifting above the ground. Though her feet were planted firmly on the floor, her mind was up there next to the person she was closest to in the world, feeling what she felt and predicting her next move.
that's what 3 years of practice had given the pair of them: the synchronization they needed without any communication.
That was what Y/n was terrified they'd lose if she dared reveal her feelings.
So there
So all the cups got broke
Shards beneath our feet
But it wasn't my fault
In perfect tandem, Inej's feet and Y/n's wind worked their way over to their goal: the balcony overlooking the ballroom, where the ring was proudly displayed, reflecting the lights of the chandeliers everywhere. There were only two guards there, since the rest were on the stairs. They'd made the naïve mistake of assuming the crows were restricted by gravity.
They weren't.
And now Inej was simply pulling out her daggers, and the two guards dropped swiftly to the floor.
Y/n grinned as she saw Inej's hand wrap around the ring.
Everything had worked perfectly: Kaz as a red herring to draw the ground guards away from herself, Nina, Matthias, Wylan and Jesper ensuring their safety, and Inej quietly stealing their future 120,000 kruge.
But then a hand wrapped around her mouth, as a second held her hands back.
We live in cities you'll never see on-screen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things
"I knew you were one of them. But a grisha too? It'll be a blessing to kill you."
The voice filled her with pure dread. It was the man from before. He'd given up on Kaz. He'd come for her. And he had her hands.
Y/n had never been a fighter, never been able to defend herself without her power. It was her biggest weakness, and this man had just exploited it.
She screamed for any other crow's attention, but the hand covering her mouth muffled any noise.
"No, your friends aren't going to help you. This time, it's just you and me."
Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams
Except it wasn't, and that was the worst part. Inej couldn't see the predicament Y/n was in. Inej would assume everything and-- Inej would jump. But Y/n wouldn't be able to catch her.
In front of her eyes that exact thing happened. The world slowed down, ad Y/n saw in excruciating detail as Inej's feet left the ground, her hand still wrapped tight around the ring. She screamed again, this time not just out of fear but with the effort she was putting into trying to escape.
"Oh, I know just what you're trying to do. And guess what--" He whispered the next part directly into her ear, "It won't work. I'm going to make you watch, as her bones shatter one by one, before my men shoot her. Then I'll kill you."
The idea of that scenario coming to fruition was the last straw. A sudden energy rushed through her, strength coming from the pure fear of watching the girl she loved die.
She loved Inej. And so she would save Inej.
And you know we're on each other's team
In contrast to the slow motion of Inej's fall, Y/n's actions were a blur. She kicked ferociously behind her, finally hitting a part of the man's figure. It turned out to be his leg, which was knocked out from under him so violently his grip on her hands loosened. Using the second of weakness, Y/n shoved her hands free. She only took one or two steps, barely stepping out of the man's reach, before raising her hands up, raw power unleashed from the tips of her fingers.
She slowed Inej's fall mere inches from the ground.
Sprinting over, Y/n was filled with pure fear. What if something had gone wrong? What if Inej was hurt?
What if she was dead?
"But when she reached the girl, the Wraith's eyes were open, full of life.
"Inej I'm- I'm so sorry I shouldn't've-- I shouldn't--" Y/n couldn't even get a full sentence out before tears began to leak from her eyes.
"You caught me. You have nothing to be sorry about. Your power is... no, you are amazing, Y/n. You should know that." Inej's hand raised, resting lightly on Y/n's cheek.
Damn their connection. Inej had almost dies. Y/n couldn't live with herself if that had happened when there was still a secret between them.
We're on each other's team
"Inej... I- I love you. I just need you to know that"
Inej smiled.
"I love you too."
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Can you please give a few tips on how to write? Anything you find helpful would do
Gladly!
Firstly, writing takes conscious practice.
Like any other skill, like playing an instrument or a sport, the more you write, the better you become. That's a simple way of putting it. But just like you'll never really improve if you only ever sit down to play the one song you know how to play on the piano, you won't really improve your writing very much if you don't write consciously. What do I mean? What is there to be conscious of when writing?
1) Show don't tell.
You understand the story you want to tell. It's in your head. But what you want to do, to engage your reader, is to show it to them the way you see it rather than to just tell it. An example:
Freddie felt frustrated to the point of tears because Roger just didn't understand him. “It's not that easy,” he said.
“It's not that hard,” Roger uttered, equally hurt and upset that Freddie found it so incredibly difficult to just admit that they had feelings for each other.
Now, there's nothing technically wrong with this bit you just read. You're telling the reader what's going on, you're telling the story - but that's just it. You're telling the story.
Let's see what happens when you try to show the story instead:
Freddie's eyes stung with unshed tears as he drew a shaky breath, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “It's not that easy.”
For a long moment, Roger looked back at him, his jaw tense and eyes glinting in the yellow-tinged light of the naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.
“It's not that hard,” he uttered, and brushed past Freddie on his way out of the room.
So, what's changed? On the one hand, you're giving the reader less information. You're no longer spelling it out for them. Will they understand why your characters are acting the way they do? Hopefully. But also, it doesn't matter. Because by leaving it up to the reader to interpret their words and actions, and what is behind them, you have made your reader think. They are now actively engaged in the story, rather than just passively consuming information. You have their full attention. Also, you've given them a stronger visual of what is happening, rather than why, which creates a reading sensation as though they're watching a movie in their head.
Of course you can tell sometimes. Brian was furious - can be a strong and necessary statement. But generally, try to show and not just tell your story, and trust your reader to interpret it. They won't always interpret things the way you want them to, but that's okay. It can be a different story to them than it is to you.
2) Structure, grammar and punctuation.
Boooooring.
Yes, I know. You just want to tell a story, people will get it. Is it really so important if all the commas are in the right place? No, of course a few missing commas or a bit of questionable grammar won't make much of a difference.
But.
Yes, it does make a difference. Just like this little writing advice post would be much harder to read if it was all one block of text, you are making your story harder to digest for your reader if it's visually badly structured and full of weird punctuation and grammar. And no, you don't need to have a beta reader. I personally use this language tool extension for Chrome, which I find quite helpful. It's free! Otherwise your readers' brains are constantly tripping over mistakes they might spot or things that don't immediately make sense. It's like walking on a rocky path. Why not pave that path properly and make it easier to follow the story?
3) Does this add information?
One of the most helpful things to keep in mind for me, personally, is asking myself with every sentence - sometimes even every adjective I feel inclined to throw into a sentence - if this adds information for the reader or if I'm just unnecessarily rehashing something they already know. And then I ruthlessly end up cutting things, much as I'd love to waffle on about them self-indulgently.
Being aware of this really, really helps with the flow of a story.
These are the main things I like to be aware of while writing. These are the things I constantly try to improve on while writing.
Secondly, read, read, read and don't try to reinvent the wheel!
You have your own favourite stories, I'm sure you do. And if you stop to really think about it, you'll see the bits which make them so engaging and so well-written, in your opinion. Steal those bits. No, not word for word, of course not! That's plagiarism. What I mean is, figure out what it is that you love about the stories you love, and teach yourself to do the same. You don't need to find some novel way to write that is unlike anybody else. DO copy other people's styles to learn from them. DO try to mimic you favourite writer's way of telling a story.
Equally, try to stay away from purple prose to be original. Eyes are just eyes, they're not glossy, (insert unheard-of colour) orbs. It's perfectly fine to keep on using your characters names, there is rarely a need to keep referring to them by their age, hair-colour or complexion. (I'm notorious for this myself in some of my writing from only a year ago, still, I've been learning!) No, it's not likely that one of your characters thinks the other smells like three different specific things at once. Sometimes, it's perfectly fine for character A to just love the way character B smells and want to inhale deeply.
Thirdly, don't be a stickler for rules. I know, I just gave you a whole bunch of rules, but don't look at them like rules so much as guidelines. And feel free to ignore them. Writing is great, often times, when it doesn't do what the reader expected it to do. When a story doesn't end the way it usually does. Subvert expectations. Don't stop yourself from throwing a thought into your character's inner monologue that feels absurd or crass, people have strange thoughts all the time. Let the fictional people in your story be as nonsensical and strange as people often are, and let your story be as random as life sometimes is. Not everything has to be perfect or as it "should be", in your story.
Lastly, don't ever, ever, ever write what you think people will want to read. If that is the reason you're sitting down to write, just stop. Don't bother. You won't have fun, you are setting yourself up for disappointment and you're putting insane pressure on yourself. Write because you simply have to tell this story. Write because it gives you joy. Write because it's a challenge, because it's exciting, because it's fun.
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Surprise! It’s a Girl.
Imagine finding out you're not who you've been led to believe you are. You're not Y/N Y/L/N; you're Y/N Potter. But one particular wizard was against you reuniting with your little brother when you found out just who he was. In the end, you're determined to see him even if it means fighting in a war where a Dark Lord would see your brother dead.
Words: 7.2K
Warnings: This is a very brief Marvel/HP crossover and some characters who've died in HP will not be dead in this. I'm a sucker for a few wizards that didn't make it to the see the end of the war. Luckily for me, I can make that happen ;) So with that said, let's just jump right into it. You might be confused, but you'll learn what's happened when Reader explains it to Harry and friends.
Also timelines? What are those? Lol.
Sitting atop the roof of the Sanctum Sanctorum, you're in the middle of meditating when someone clears their throat in order to get your attention. Everyone knows better than to interrupt meditation time unless it's an emergency, so instead of getting angry you crack open an eye to see what's going on.
The Sorcerer Supreme stands before you, his cloak of levitation clasped around his neck and expression carefully guarded as he stares down at you. "I believe it's time."
Those four words are enough to freeze the air in your lungs and bring chaos to your previously emptied mind. On the outside, however, you keep your composure as you slowly stand. "Are you sure?"
"I am." He nods. "I was keeping an eye on things overseas and extremely powerful wards went up not too long ago. However," he adds, "they're in the process of being torn down by the man who wishes the last of your family dead."
You shakily inhale and tersely nod. "I have to go then."
"You do. Go get changed and then meet me back up here. I have a parting gift for you."
Fleeing the rooftop and back inside the Sanctum, you rush towards your room and throw apologies over your shoulders when you accidentally run into people. Then when you get to your room you immediately start to disrobe and pull on the outfit that's been laid out on your bed. The spandex leather pants are easy to maneuver around in, but the red bustier vest that laces up the front is a little off-putting. You are, however, grateful for the red leather coat that goes over it and the fingerless gloves that make you feel less naked. You zip up black knee-high boots and then rush back towards the rooftop where the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth is still awaiting you.
"You'll be going in blind, Miss Potter. You must remember that." You gulp and nod, and mentally urge the Sorcerer Supreme to hurry up and get his warning speech done and over with. "You'll have to be careful when deciding who's friend and who's foe, and be extremely careful that those fighting for your brother don't mistake you for the enemy."
"I know. From what I've read about Deatheaters, they'll most likely be the most deranged looking of the bunch. Also they were dumb enough to let themselves be branded so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who's who."
"Very well." The Sorcerer Supreme, whose hands had been clasped over his abdomen, puts his right hand forward and then turns it over. "I believe you'll need this. You've earned it." In his palm is what every sorcerer in training calls a Sling Ring- a two finger ring which can open portals to anywhere in the world.
You gasp, but slowly reach forward and grab the bronzed piece of jewelry. Slipping it over your left index and middle fingers, you smile at it before looking back up at the man who had taken you under his wing at the tender age of sixteen. "Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme."
Faintly smiling at you, he says, "I took you in during your rebellious phase and made you into a proper young witch. I believe you can call me Stephen, Miss Potter."
"Then it's Y/N. None of this Miss Potter business anymore." You both chuckle at one another, but then the seriousness of the situation you're about to walk into sinks in. Your smiles both fall and then you're looking towards a spot on the roof where it's empty.
"I got it this time," Stephen says. Raising his left hand and then outstretching his right to trace a circular pattern mid-air, you watch as a portal sparks to life and grows bigger and bigger until it's big enough for a person to fit through. Instead of seeing the New York skyline through the portal, you see a darkened courtyard with various witches and wizards torn between looking at you and looking at something in the sky. "Be safe. Let me know when it's over."
"Yes, sir." You step through the portal, raising your hands when a couple of wands are pointed in your direction. Glancing over your shoulder lets you know the portal has now been closed and you inhale slowly to gather you wits.
"Who are you?" A rather severe looking woman asks, her Scottish accent making you faintly grin. The shorter, redheaded woman at her side narrows her eyes.
"My name is Y/N Potter." And that- that gives them pause and causes their eyes to widen. "My story is a long one- one I'll gladly explain after this war is over. All you need to know right now is that I fight for Harry. I fight for my little brother."
"It's a trick!" The redhead shrilly remarks. "It has to be. We are Harry's only family."
You shake your head. "Lady, I swear upon my magic that I'm telling the truth. I was taken and then forbidden from contacting my brother by Albus Dumbledore when I found out who I was. I was learning to manifest my magic without a wand when I heard of his death, but by the time I tracked down Harry he had gone on the run."
"Albus would never-"
"Molly," the other woman cuts her off, her wand slowly lowering, "she looks like Lily."
Still in denial, Molly shakes her head. "No, Minerva. It can't be."
"We can talk all night, ma'am, but I rather help you defeat this threat. After we win this war, I'll answer anything and everything you have for me. You can take my memories, you can pour Veritaserum down my throat. I am who I say I am. I am the eldest child of Lily and James Potter."
The redhead continues to stare you down before her own wand starts to lower. She huffs. "Very well. But if I see you harm one person from the Light, I will hex you."
Your lips twitch. "Fair enough." The brief reprieve, however, is short lived. There's a thundering explosion, followed by eerie silence, and then what looks like blue ash falling down upon your heads.
Minerva gulps. "The wards have fallen. Prepare for battle."
Rolling your shoulders, you step so your feet are shoulder's width apart. "Ma'am, I've been preparing a while for this." Your hands glow red and both women's eyes widen at the sight.
Thundering footsteps has you turning towards a bridge being protected by what appears to be stone statues, and the appearance of giants rushing ahead of hollering witches and wizards churn your stomach. Some of those witches and wizards seem to jump into the air, their bodies twisting into balls of smoke as they fly overhead. So concentrating on them since they appear to be flying towards the school, you alternately flick your hands upward, aiming red orbs at each deatheater you can to stun them out of the sky.
Then when there appears to be too many to hit at once, you allow your magic to pool in your hands before raising your arms, throwing up a red net of magic and capturing several deatheaters at once before slamming them towards the ground.
"Filius!" Minerva screams.
Looking towards where the distraught witch is staring, you watch as a small wizard tries to outrun a giant swinging around a quidditch loop as a weapon. Eyes widening, you reach out with your glowing left hand and envelop the small wizard with your magic, slowly pulling back your left arm while erecting a shield with your right hand behind the wizard's back to protect him from ricocheting spells and debris.
The wizard yelps as you bring him in a little too quickly, but you manage to carefully set him down. He wobbles on his feet and stares up at you in wonder. "T-Thank you."
You grin down at him. "No problem." Then looking at Minerva, you ask, "Where do you want me?"
But Minerva is looking at you in awe herself, so it's Molly who says, "Inside. Protect the children."
"I'll do my best."
More deatheaters take flight overhead, and when you hear glass shatter and screaming children all bets are off. Your hands glow even redder and you briefly raise your hands before thrusting them downward, projecting your magic towards the ground so it'd propel you into flight. You make your entrance through a shattered window, using your magic to soften your landing before stunning deatheaters left and right. Though the second you see a deatheater cast the killing curse at kids younger than you, you switch up tactics and don't bother feeling any remorse when your spells make precise gashes that leave the deatheaters gasping for breath before collapsing in a pool of their own blood.
Other curses you fling around wrap chains around deatheaters, cause thousands of tiny nicks, or fling them into the nearest hard surface to knock them unconscious. Or worse, but you don't really care at the moment. And if you don't have an enemy of your own to fight, you're erecting shields to protect the students from being cursed themselves.
Majority of the kids, however, seem to know what they're doing so you run around the castle to see where aid is needed.
You come across two wizards who are fighting back to back, the shorter and darker haired wizard laughing and trying to reminisce with the taller and sandy brown haired wizard as the deatheaters start to outnumber them. You don't think before throwing a large red orb at a group of three deatheaters, knocking them unconscious as they're flung a good ten feet away. Then gathering enough magic for another orb, you fling it towards the other group of five deatheaters. When they fall, the two wizards stare at you in surprise.
You meet their gazes head on, something about the man with three scars running diagonally across his face almost familiar to you. But now is not the time to wonder about all that, so you merely grin. "You're welcome. In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on. Try to keep up, yeah?" Then without another word, you take off and leave the two wizards staring after you and wondering why you yourself were so achingly familiar to them.
Dodging curses and flinging random spells of your own at unsuspecting deatheaters, you come upon another set of wizards being outnumbered by deatheaters yet again. Only these two could pass for brothers and one is cracking a joke about the deatheater he's dueling while the other one is hilariously proud of him for finally unknotting his wand.
There's a split second of distraction on their part, but that split second is all one angry deatheater needs.
"BOMBARDA!"
"Watch out!" You manage to throw up a red barrier behind the two laughing wizards' backs just in the nick of time.
You catch the exploding wall from crumbling on them, but at the cost of suddenly putting yourself under a magical strain that has you barely being able to hold the wall of debris at bay. You're struggling, hoping the two wizards collect themselves fast enough to have the smarts to move out of the way, only to end up distracted and take some sort of hex to your right side. The searing heat makes you scream out, your concentration breaking and the wall dropping. Thankfully, the two wizards you had saved jump back into action to dispatch the deatheaters before checking on you.
"That was a bloody close call," the taller redhead muses. "We owe you one, love."
You smile through the pain, your left hand reaching across your stomach to hold the wound on your right side. "Don't mention it."
The second redhead stares curiously at you. "How did you do that? I've never seen magic performed like that without a wand."
"Aw come on, Perce!" The previous redhead chuckles, slinging an arm around this so-called Perce's shoulders. "Turn that brain of yours off for mo'. A pretty bird just saved our arses." You smile sheepishly, mentally cursing yourself for blushing. The talkative redhead wiggles his eyebrows and you huff in amusement at him. "I'm Fred Weasley, by the way. And this is one of my older brothers Percy."
"Y/N. Y/N Potter." Both wizards freeze, their expressions falling and you hesitantly grin. "Yep. I'm exactly one of those Potters that you're thinking about."
Percy blinks first. "Impossible. The Potters only had one child."
"Surprise," you muse. "It's a girl!" When neither wizard reacts, you exhale tiredly. "I only found out I was a Potter when I was sixteen. I tried to get in contact with Harry, but I was prevented from doing so. However, I'm here now and I don't plan to let the same dark wizard who killed my parents and ruin my life now kill my little brother. We have loads to catch up on and I'll be damned if I let some arsehole off Harry before I have the chance to meet him."
Fred appears as if he's going to say something, but an eerie ringing fills your ears. Your hands fly up to hold your ears as if that'll stop the noise, but when you stumble back into a wall and glance up you see that Percy and Fred are affected as well if their grimaces and terrified expressions are anything to go by.
"You have fought valiantly, but in vain." The hissing voice that enters your mind makes gooseflesh break out up and down your arms, your eyes widening in horror when you realize who it is. "I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity." You choke back a sob, not used to having someone violate your mind as such. "Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you." But that- that catches your attention and forces you to pay attention. "On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman, and child who tries to conceal you from me."
When your mind is completely silent once more, you lower your hands and stare at the two wizards before you. "Please tell me Harry isn't dumb enough to confront this psycho." Fred and Percy stay quiet, but they share a nervous glance at one another. You curse. "I need to find him."
"Everyone will be gathering in the Great Hall," Percy says. "We'll take you there and have you looked at."
He gestures to your side and when you glance down you can see a rather sleek looking stain running down your thigh. "Oh."
Your knees seem to give then, but Fred is quick to catch you. "There, there," he chuckles. "I know I'm handsome, but you can't swoon until you've met my twin."
You shakily smile. "You mean there's two of you? How does your mum survive?"
Fred laughs as Percy shakes his head. "By loads of threats and hexes. Now come on, we need to regroup."
Fred and Percy manage to maneuver your arms around the back of their necks as they help you walk now that you're starting to feel the effects of blood loss. There are many dead witches and wizards, and it hurts your heart to see so many young faces among them. The others are bloodied and beaten, but all are doing their best to help their peers.
When you walk into the Great Hall, it's an even worse sight. Bodies are being dragged in and laid out to be checked over, and kids are breaking down over everything that's happened. Fred and Percy continue to lead you towards a specific spot, and it takes you a moment to realize that the wizards are leading you towards a clearly distraught Molly. She's checking over a young redheaded girl before moving onto the next redhead, and it's Fred's nearly identical twin that spots you three first. The relief on his face is heartbreaking and you politely extricate yourself as the family rush over to reunite.
"Hey, mum," Fred says after everyone's been checked over by their fussing mother. "Y/N found us and took a hex while saving our bums. I think she needs a healing spell. Or three."
"A blood replenishing potion would be nice," you mumble before drowsily dropping onto a bench.
Molly rushes over to you while Fred and Percy obviously fill in the others, and the redheaded girl's eyes widen after hearing something they say before she rushes to help her mum. She quickly introduces herself as Ginny and you smile as best as you can while Molly waves her wand up and down you.
"I need your coat and shirt off, dearie."
You grimace and open your jacket so she can see your top underneath. "I'm afraid I'll have to get naked for that, ma'am."
Molly purses her lips before glancing at her daughter. "Ginny, transfigure Y/N a shirt please." She then turns to the men of her family. "Boys, I'm going to need you all to give us some room."
Your heart warms as Molly conjures a privacy curtain and gestures for you to step behind it. You do and then proceed to strip out of your jacket. When you struggle with your top, Ginny vanishes it with a sheepish smile and averts her gaze as she quickly hands you a shirt. You put it on, but then Molly is there at your side to lift it to see the gash on your right side. She tuts.
"I'll be right back. I'll have to go see if Madam Pomfrey has any potions for this."
"Wait," you tell her. "Just a blood replenisher will do. I can take care of this." She opens her mouth to retort, but you let your hand glow in front of her. "Different, remember? I can close the wound myself."
Ginny stares in awe as you hold your shirt up with one hand, your other hand hovering above your wound as your fingers dance in an intricate pattern so your magic closes the gash. Once done, you nod at Molly and she huffs in amusement before turning. Then with a flick of her wand, the privacy curtain vanishes and she scuttles off to go see about that potion. Ginny guides you to a bench, but just as you take a seat there's two wizards stumbling towards you. They're the first set of men you saved, one with shaggy dark hair and the other with sandy brown hair, and they're staring at you in clear disbelief.
"Lily?"
You frown just as all the Weasley's freeze. "I'm sorry?"
The dark haired wizard blinks, shaking his head clear. "I'm sorry, love. You just reminded me of-"
"Cub?"
Your gaze darts to the sandy haired wizard now, his shorter companion shaking his head. "Come on, Moony. I think we hit our heads a little too hard."
Cub. Moony. The nicknames strike a chord within you, but you're not exactly sure why. Your brow furrows as you try to pinpoint a dream- or was it a memory?- and between one blink and the next it hits you. "Paddy." You utter in awe as you eye the dark haired wizard, watching as he gapes at you. Slowly standing, you then look at the other wizard. "Uncle Moony. I- I remember you. I think. Toy broom. Broken vase. Accidental.. fire?"
The one you had called Paddy snorts and Moony exhales in disbelief. "H-how?"
"Dumbledore," you immediately answer. "But.. I dreamt that, didn't I? You- I'd have been too little to remember anything."
"No, Cub. You didn't." Moony steps forward and gently touches your face in awe. "Sirius and James, your dad, thought it was a good idea to get you a toy broom. You flew into a vase, broke it, and let loose some accidental magic when your mum started shrieking at them."
"That was a mighty big fire. Remus almost soiled his trousers."
Sirius and Remus. Yes, that sounded awfully familiar.
The tears come without warning and you fling yourself at them, content to find yourself sandwiched between the two wizards. They're more shocked than anything, so after a moment the Weasley's step forward.
"So she really is Harry's sister?" Fred asks. Sirius and Remus nod. "Blimey. We now have two Potters to keep an eye on."
"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen," an older red headed wizard steps forward, someone you assume to be the Weasley father, "but how did you not know Miss Potter was still alive?"
"Dumbledore," they both say.
"I was obviously thrown into Azkaban," Sirius says. "None of my questions were answered when I asked about the children."
"We didn't even ask to see the bodies," Remus mumbles. "We just took Dumbledore's word for it. And since Harry was too small to remember, we never brought up the memory of Y/N since no one would have known of her." You take turns hugging each wizard, lingering a little longer with Remus. When he pulls out of the big, he smiles down at you. "You look like your mum."
"And you," you reach up to gently trace one of his scars, "got old." Sirius guffaws and when you finally turn around, it feels as if all the wind is sucked out of your lungs.
"You're here." Harry says as stands before you, covered in blood, sweat and dirt.
Everyone seems to hold their breath, taking a step back as you and Harry stare at one another. You blink. "You know who I am?"
He numbly nods. "Only from Snape's memories. He wanted me to know what he knew before he died. He was not happy with Dumbledore's decision after he found out you were alive and sent to America." He pauses just to stare and you sheepishly smile, then the two of you are lunging for one another. Arms wrapped around each other, you bite back a whimper when your side twinges with phantom pains. Seconds tick by and then you hear him ask, "Walk with me?"
You nod, afraid to speak and your voice crack with emotion. Side by side, you follow Harry just outside the Great Hall where a witch and wizard stare in surprise but keep their distance. Your brother quickly informs you that they're his best friends Ron and Hermione.
"It took me a long while, Harry, but I finally caught up with you," you say as he finally stops.
He huffs a quiet laugh. "You did." He then turns so he's standing right in front of you, his hands reaching for yours and holding on gently. "I'm just sorry it has to be so short lived."
Your expression falters at his words. "What?" He lets you go, stepping back with a mumbled apology. "No." Immediately you know what he plans to do and you stumble forward to attempt to catch him. "No, you're not turning yourself over."
"I have to."
"No. I'll- I'll go with you!" You start to cry again, chest aching. You just found your little brother; you can't lose him so soon.
Harry smiles sadly, a lone tear falling down his cheek. "I'm sorry. Ron and Hermione will watch over you until I get back."
"Please don't." Harry backpedals quickly now, giving you his back so he can take his leave. You try to follow, but your vision swims and the room seems to tilt. You collapse, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. "No. No, Harry." You cry some more, reaching out for your brother. "Please don't leave me."
Harry's steps falter but he pushes on and the moment he disappears from view you scream out in anguish. There seems to be a pressure on your chest, but that pressure seems to lessen as you scream. You're barely coherent enough to see a faint wisp of red shoot out from you in every direction, and are conscious long enough to hear someone mutter bloody hell before passing out.
- - - - - - - - - -
You jolt awake, but you're not sure what's woken you. As you blink up at the ceiling, you realize it's eerily quiet. So letting your head lull to the side, you blink against the brightness of the room and realize you're alone. You're alone with the dead.
Sitting up with a groan, you glance around to see that everyone is gone. But there are voices.. and laughter? Instantly, an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.
Shakily standing, you walk as fast as you can towards the entrance to the Great Hall and swallow down the bile trying to creep it's way up your throat. You stumble out the front enterance, shoving passed the small gathered crowd. Someone's giving a speech and across the courtyard there is a sea of black and- and you're going to be sick. The bald, gray skinned man must be who attempted to end the Potter line so long ago. Voldemort.
"Y/N. Y/N, wait!"
With the sea of deatheaters, just off to the side of them, there seems to be a half giant carrying a body. A body which is wearing suspiciously familiar clothing. Hands catch you by the arms, holding you back when you realize who it is the half giant is carrying, and your knees buckle. You whimper, but the voices on either side of you attempt to soothe you. When you chance a glance at them, you realize it's Fred and George.
Voldemort asks for the Light to pledge their loyalty to him, but only a single wizard stumbles forward. Neville Longbottom, he says his name is, and even as the deatheaters make fun of him the boy manages to give a heartwarming speech about none of their friends or family dying in vain. But as the hurt and sadness ebbs away, rage takes its place.
You can feel a pressure in your chest forming again and the hands on you fall away with hisses of pain. It seems as if you have tunnel vision as you stumble forward, Neville's speech falling on deaf ears. You can hear whispers of awe all around, but you only have eyes for Voldemort as his manic smile slowly starts to fall upon seeing you. Neville pulls free a sword from a crumpled hat, but still you stumble forward.
Your wrists are slowly rotating now and you sneer as Voldemort's followers seem to stare at you with trepidation. "You took everything from me," you grit out.
Voldemort starts to smile upon hearing the pain in your voice. "My dear, I don't even know who you are."
"You will." Debris from the half demolished castle starts to gather all around you as if being pulled by a magnet, forming two large balls of concrete on either side of you. Then with a deep breath, you feel the ground beneath your feet vanish as everyone around you gasps in surprise. "You were always going to die by the hands of a Potter. It's just too bad it couldn't have been my brother who ended you."
"Potter," Voldemort hisses angrily.
"In the flesh."
You slowly raise your hands, the balls of debris rising higher, but before you can catapult them Harry is dropping from the half-giant's arms. You feel your magic waver at the sudden relief that washes over you, but then Harry's firing a spell at a giant snake and Voldemort is firing back at him. There's cheering and then before the deatheaters can start fleeing, you fling the balls of debris at them one after the other.
You fall back to your feet, erecting shields to cover the backs of the witches and wizards rushing back into the castle. Then once back into the school all bets are off and all your hexes turn deadly. But your rage clouds your ability to multitask and you don't see the deatheater creeping up on you in time. Chains wrap around your throat, wrapping tighter and tighter as your fingers claw to pull it off. There's crazed laughter somewhere behind you and you don't even have the opportunity to see who was responsible before the chains loosen and they are being pulled off.
"There, there, cub. You're alright now." As you're pulled to your feet, relief floods you at the sight of Remus. "It's going to be okay." You're quick to hug him, crying softly as the side of your face presses against his chest.
A battle cry pulls your and Remus' attention towards it, and you watch as Neville beheads the large snake you had seen Harry firing spells at earlier. It seems to go quiet inside the castle after that, the deatheaters lowering their wands in shock. A moment later a cheer erupts from outside and the remaining deatheaters inside hiss as they clutch at their inner arms before fleeing altogether. Luckily, some are detained before they can go anywhere.
"Did we- did we just win?"
"Yeah, cub. I think we just did."
"Remus!" The two of you turn towards the joyous shout and you quickly step back when a woman throws herself into his arms. You smile at the reunion, heart aching at the relief and joy in your uncle's features as he hugs the woman tightly before sharing a chaste kiss with her.
Afterwards, he pulls back and turns towards you. The woman follows his gaze and she smiles kindly. "Tonks, I want to introduce you to the Potters eldest child." She gasps. "My goddaughter Y/N. Y/N, this is my wife Tonks."
You smile sheepishly. "Hullo."
"Another Potter," she breathes in awe. "Wicked."
You watch as her mousy brown hair turns a vibrant pink and you laugh as you gesture to it. "I think that's pretty wicked."
"You think so?" She muses. "Our son has the same ability and he's only a day old."
"Your son?" Your now widened eyes dart to Remus. "You have a son and you're still here?! Go!"
"Y/N.."
"No. Don't," you say. "I'm home, Moony. For good. Go to your son while I go find my brother. I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay." He steps forward to hug you. "I'll see you soon."
"Yes you will."
After Remus lets go, his wife Tonks steps in and hugs you as well. Surprised, you laugh and return the brief embrace. "See you soon, kid. Can't wait to get to know you."
"You as well," you say.
As the couple takes their leave, all you can do is look around at the demolished school and the witches and wizards as some of them have a meltdown. You spot a couple of the Weasleys celebrating the win as Molly looks on with a smile she's quick to smother when her sons point it out. Then heading for the entrance, your shoulders sag in relief when you spot Sirius coming in.
"Paddy!" Your shout garners his attention and you quickly make a beeline for him. "Have you seen Harry?"
"Yeah, pup. He's out on the bridge."
"Thanks." You quickly lean up and kiss his cheek. "We'll catch up later."
Making your way outside, your heart aches at seeing the ruins of what was clearly a magnificent school. You spot the bridge Sirius spoke of and spy your brother tossing something across the open air, only to fall down and be lost forever. His friends Ron and Hermione spot you first, the two of them offering you smiles as you approach.
Harry turns and smiles upon seeing you- a smile which you return, but then your expression goes lax as you slap at his arms one hit after the other. "If-" Hit. "You-" Hit. "Ever do that again.."
"Blimey, she really is a Potter."
"Ron, shush!"
"Hey. Hey!" Harry is quick to defend himself, catching you by the wrist so you stop hitting him. "I'm okay. It's over."
Your chest is heaving, your breathing stuttering as a sob threatens to break free. Tears silently fall before the fight drains out of you and you throw your arms around your little brother's neck. "I just found you, you dunghole. You're not allowed to die first."
Harry chuckles. "I'll do my best." As he pulls out of the hug, his hands remain on your biceps as he grins. "Did you know your eyes glow when you're angry?"
You frown, but before you can answer his friend Hermione is speaking up. "About that.. how is it your magic manifests like that without a wand? Earlier when Harry left to meet Voldemort, you fell to your knees in grief and there was- well it was like-"
"An explosion," Ron says. "Made me and 'Mione stumble some. We had to carry you back into the Great Hall where Remus and Sirius nearly lost it."
You cringe. "Sorry about that. I, uh, I actually used to have a wand until the MACUSA snapped it."
"They what!?" Harry asks incredulously.
"Yeah. School-aged Americans are quite savage," you huff. When the other three don't crack even the smallest of grins, you sigh and explain. "I got picked on quite a lot, but it was never anything that caused harm. Just some stupid pranks that embarrassed me," you say. "When I was sixteen, the pranks turned harmful. Two students caught me in a duel and when one of their hexes sliced my cheek I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until the sight of my blood made them proud and then duel even harder did my magic lash out when I was failing to protect myself. I.. I killed someone." Hermione gasps, but no one dares to say a word. "It was an accident and the Professors knew it because they'd witnessed countless attacks on me, but the government gives no second chances. So my wand was snapped and I was kicked out of the magical community over there."
"But that's preposterous!" Hermione nearly screeches. "You were a child!"
"I was a witch who killed a fellow witch." You shrug. "Apparently the American government is not very forgiving." Harry reaches for your hand then, squeezing it to show his support in you.
"So what happened?" Ron wonders. "You had to have some form of schooling to be so in control of your magic now."
"I ended up in a muggle orphanage after feigning amnesia. I spent months without casting and well.. my magic had to go somewhere," you tell him. "I had a few outbursts and my outbursts were picked up on by the Sorcerer Supreme."
Hermione seems to perk up at that. "I've never heard of that term before."
"You wouldn't have." Smiling fondly, you continue to tell them about the man who changed your life. "All around the world there are sorcerers, but instead of using a wand they master what they call a Sling Ring." You pause just long enough to flash them the ring before summoning a basic shield on both hands. "There's a hidden community of sorcerers in every country, but only one Sorcerer Supreme. He happened to find me when the outbursts kept happening and showed me a different way to manifest my magic before showing me how to master theirs."
"Wicked," Ron breathes in awe.
"Did you- did you ever look for me?" Harry wonders. His small voice makes your heart ache.
"I did." You smile sadly. "Not at first because of Albus' manipulations, but when I found out I was a Potter and had a baby brother out there, the Sorcerer Supreme tracked you down. Albus refused to reunite us and the Sorcerer Supreme did not want to start a war with the Wizarding community."
"But Dumbledore died some time ago." Ron frowns. "Why didn't you try then?"
"I did," here you huff out a brief laugh, "but some rebellious little shits decided to flee and jumpstart a war." All three blush at your words and you reach up to ruffle Harry's hair. "But what matters most is that I'm here now and no one is keeping the Potter heirs separated any longer."
The following couple of weeks proved to be both mentally and physically draining. Besides all the funerals, you lost count of how many times you told your story and felt sick to your stomach when a few would not take Remus or Sirius' words that you were who you said you were. The main thing some could not understand was why Lily would hide her first pregnancy, but it was your godfather and Sirius who told everyone that it was James' dad who made the decision to hide the pregnancy and then even longer after you were born since you were the first female Potter in quite some time. Apparently you were such a well kept secret that not even Dumbledore knew of your existence until he had sent you off and told those who knew you that you had died that fateful night in Godric's Hollow.
Sadly, it was only after a blood test done by a trusted Healer at St. Mungos did everyone finally believe. It was a relief to not be questioned, but then came the daunting task of fixing up Godric's Hollow so it wasn't such a terrible shrine to the worst night of your and Harry's life, and then reopening Potter Manor. But until the real work began, all you wanted to do was spend time with your brother and thankfully Sirius had room for the two of you to stay with him.
Waking up one morning, you frown when you hear a little bit of a racket. It doesn't appear to be a worrisome sounding racket when you stick your head out the bedroom door, so you take the time to freshen yourself up in the bathroom and make sure you're decent for whatever company is downstairs.
Tiptoeing downstairs, you hold your breath as you pass the covered portrait of Sirius' mum less you wake the old hag up and have her screeching for hours. Then pushing the swinging door open, you smile at the sight of Molly Weasley at the stove and her twin sons chatting back and forth with Sirius.
You spot your brother several seats down from them and enter the kitchen to sit down next to him. He smiles when he sees you and you nudge his arm when you're finally seated. "What's going on?"
"Molly wanted to make us breakfast and to make sure Sirius was taking care of us properly. Your boyfriends tagged along and were being too nosy for her liking."
You huff a laugh. "Not my boyfriends."
"At least not yet."
You roll your eyes, grinning at your brother before nudging him again. The twins had taken a shine to you and it's something everyone found quite hilarious. Their flirtatious behavior was nothing serious, but you were grateful that they accepted you so quickly.
Plates full of scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, bacon and grilled tomatoes are floated over, followed by a jar of marmalade and a pitcher of orange juice. Molly then brings over a stack of buttered toast and happily pats you and Harry on the shoulders. "Alright, my dears. Dig in. Boys!" She then calls. "To the floo. Let Sirius, Harry, and Y/N eat in peace."
"But mum-" Fred whines.
"-we haven't seen Y/N in ages," George finishes.
Sirius grins as you scoff. "First off, you boys haven't even said hello to me since I walked into the kitchen. And second it's only been three days."
"And that is a terrible mistake on our part," Fred says as he scoots down the bench you're seated on, slinging his arm around your shoulders and smooching you loudly on the cheek. "Hello, love."
"Fred Weasley!" Molly whacks her son upside the head and Harry snorts out the orange juice he'd been sipping. "You leave Miss Potter alone and get going. You too, George."
Sirius laughs as the boys pout but do as they're told. You wink and blow George a kiss who proceeds to pretend he catches it and then pockets it. Laughing, you shake your head in amusement before looking up at their mum. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, for the delicious looking breakfast. I didn't know how much longer I could pretend that Kreacher's breakfast was good."
Molly beams, but before she could reply Sirius is huffing. "That dreary old bat just needs to be put out of his misery."
"Oh Sirius, be nice. I'm sure he's not all that bad," Molly admonishes him. You, Harry, and Sirius all snort and she tuts at all three of you, but you and Harry are the only two to grin apologetically at her. "Well if that's all, I shall be going. I'll see you three for dinner."
"No, no. This'll be all for today, Molly," Sirius assures her. "The kids are going to start reclaiming what is rightfully theirs today. We'll most likely swing by Tom's tonight."
"Well alright." Molly pats you and Harry on the shoulder one last time. "I wish you two the best."
After Molly whisks her sons back home, the three of you left at the table enjoy the breakfast she had cooked up. Halfway through Remus shows up and plops down on the opposite side of you, stealing food from your plate as he makes small talk with Sirius in between bites.
Once the food is gone and Sirius has summoned Kreacher to clear the table, all the attention is on you and Harry.
"So what's the plan, cub? Are you really going to demolish Godric's Hollow and rebuild?"
"Yes," you answer Remus. "I don't know about everyone else, but I believe it's a disgrace to mum and dad's memory that the home they were murdered in was left as is as some sort of memorial. It's sick," you say. "If they wanted to memorialize it, then a picture should have been taken to be put in a history book or a plaque be put up.
"Do you plan to live there?" Harry asks. "Because I can't see myself making a home where my earliest memory is of mum screaming as Voldemort threatened her."
"Oh Harry." Under the table you reach for your brother's hand, squeezing it in comfort. "I'm sorry you have to live with that. But yes, I'll take Godric's Hollow. Potter Manor is always passed to the male heir anyway, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I don't remember anything from that night, and even though I know mum and dad died there I believe in making happy memories where they once lived. I think they'd like that."
He smiles. "Me too."
"Aww! Would you look at that," Sirius coos. "Seeing the two of you together, James and Lily would be proud."
"'Course they would," you muse, releasing Harry's hand and then slinging your arm around the back of his neck to bring him in closer while touching your temple to his. "We're adorable."
"Humble too," Remus huffs, pinching your cheek. He laughs when you swat at him. "So are you two ready? It's going to be quite the tiring day."
You and Harry glance at one another, sobering up some and nodding. "Let's get to it."
#harry potter imagine#hp imagine#hp gen fic x reader#harry potter#minerva mcgonagall#molly weasley#fred weasley#percy weasley#remus lupin#sirius black#stephen strange#marvel#doctor strange
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Duel Lessons
Pairing: Severus x slytherin!reader (but it’s not prominent so it can be just about any house)
Warnings: heated make out
A/N: I saw somewhere that Snape started teaching at 21 and I’m not sure if this is accurate or not, so if it isn’t then I’m sorry
Summary: A new year usually meant a new defense against the dark arts teacher, and when you take the job your old crush on a certain potions professor comes out of dormant.
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You were twenty one when you started your job at Hogwarts. It came as a shock to you when Dumbledore reached out and asked if you’d take the position as the defense against the dark arts professor. It had been your dream to be a teacher for the school since your third year, and you had asked Dumbledore to consider you for a position if it ever came up on your very last day of school. Only about a few months into the year and you were already hoping for a permanent position, but you also couldn’t deny that there were setbacks to being the youngest professor at the school.
“Professor Y/L/N!” You heard someone call from behind you while you walked toward the direction of your classroom. You stopped in your tracks and turned around, smiling when you saw Fred Weasley. “I had a question about… class?” He said slowly looking as though he was trying to figure out what to say.
“Alright.” You nodded, taking a step back so your height difference wasn’t so noticeable and you didn’t have to look up at him. “What’s your question?” You asked and your eyebrows knitted together when a blush seemed to form on Fred’s face.
“Well it’s my last year here, and I remember when you used to be a student too.” He explained, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck making your head tilt in confusion. “Um, and I remember having a crush on you my first year and it got bigger in my third year, but then you finished school.” He continued only causing you to become more confused trying to find where his question started and if it had ended. “I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date after the school year is over?” He finally asked, making your stomach drop well below your feet.
“Mr. Weasley, I am your professor now, and as your professor I am not allowed to date students. We may be closer in age than you are with your other professors, but I expect you to treat me like you would them.” You explained, shifting uncomfortably in your spot. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” You mumbled awkwardly, walking back in the direction you’d intended. You sighed and shook your head, but you weren’t surprised. Fred hadn’t been the first student to ask you, and you were certain he wasn’t going to be the last.
You turned the corner and your heart began to race when you saw Snape. You almost laughed at yourself when you realized the irony of what had just happened. You remembered your time at Hogwarts and the crush you had developed on the potions master throughout those seven years. You were under the impression it had gone away once you left, but the first day you were back had made your heart flutter when you came face to face with the Head of Slytherin house, more particularly your house. All your memories of your time fawning over the man had come back in an instant, and kept haunting you every time you’d seen him. You hurried off to your class, wanting to be in the comfort of your office before you’d completely lost it.
Lunch seemed to come sooner than expected, and you found yourself in your normal seat in the great hall, right next to Snape. You’d thought of a more interactive lesson plan, but your nerves were prolonging the question you were going to ask the man sat next to you. You argued with yourself for a while, picking at the food on your plate. You thought you may have been in way over your head to even do the lesson you had planned, but you had already gotten the okay from Dumbledore and you didn’t want to waste the opportunity.
“Severus.” You whispered softly to get his attention, putting your fork down next to your plate only for your fingers to continue to toy with it. He turned his attention toward you and your breath caught in your throat when his eyes met yours. “I- I was wondering… well I was wondering if you’d like to help me with a lesson.” You stuttered out nervously before clearing your throat and sitting up a bit straighter trying to compose yourself. “I was going to teach the students how to duel and with your interest in the subject I was hoping you could join and help be an example.” You explained further, praising yourself for finally keeping your composure.
“I suppose.” Snape mumbled with a nod, making a smile form on your face. “If you help with a lesson in return.” He continued making you nod.
“Gladly.” Was all you could muster before your attention turned back to your plate. The rest of the time was spent with both of you planning the lessons as you ate. Your knowledge of potions wasn’t the best during your time at school, but you hoped over the years it had gotten better.
The following day you were beyond nervous. Not only because of the lesson itself, but because of the fact you were going to be spending more time with Snape than you usually did throughout the day. You were thinking about it all the way to the hall, trying to contain all the students’ excitement. The entire week was going to be filled with these lessons, people who weren’t in the class even asking to join the rare opportunity. That meant a whole week teaching lessons with Snape in not only your subject, but his.
“Alright everybody, split up on both sides of the table.” You motioned once you were all in the hall. Your heart was completely out of control, and you took a shaky breath to calm your nerves. You had planned everything to a T, but you knew there were going to have to be things you winged. You climbed up on the table to get everyone’s attention and started explaining the rules, hoping none of the students got out of hand.
“Now Professor Snape…” You began but stopped when you felt butterflies in your stomach. You had only addressed him by his first name since your return, but now that you were calling him Professor once again, it made you feel like you were a student yourself. “Professor Snape has been kind enough to offer his assistance in this lesson, so I expect you all to be alert and learn through the demonstrations before we begin breaking off into groups.” You announced, trying to project your voice throughout the big room. “Professor.” You nodded over to him, trying to keep yourself from blushing.
You seemed to be frozen in place when he stepped onto the table, your heart racing as he walked closer. The look he had been giving you made you feel intimidated, but at the same time you couldn’t help but let your mind wander with all the things you wanted to happen between you and the man now standing in front of you. You both pulled your wands out at the ready, and bowed before you both turned to put some distance between the two of you. The thoughts running through your head seemed to clog up and you couldn’t for the life of you remember what you had both discussed. It hadn’t been until you heard “Expelliarmus” that your brain seemed to register everything. Before you could block the spell you felt yourself fly back, landing on your back with a thud. The air had been knocked out of you and you squeezed your eyes shut as the embarrassment set in.
“Professor Y/L/N.” You heard making you open your eyes. You saw Snape’s outstretched hand and you sat up. You grabbed his hand and felt a tingling sensation within you as he helped you to your feet. “Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded shyly.
“That is a demonstration of what it is like to be hit by this particular disarming spell.” You explained to everyone, trying to come back with an excuse, but you were still overflowing with embarrassment. “Before we get into groups I’ll show you all how to block unwanted spells, and we will only be practicing disarming and blocking. There are many first years in here today and they aren’t as versed as many of the others.” You continued, wiping yourself off and continuing with the class.
The longer the class went on, you could feel a dull pain start to set into your back. With the help of Snape you watched each group and corrected any mistakes you saw. Snape caught you rubbing your lower back and it caught him by surprise that he was beginning to worry about you. After the lesson had finally been over the students went off to their next classes and you made your way to Snape’s classroom to return the favor.
The week continued on just like the first lesson, and you figured if you let Snape knock you on your back with every lesson everyone would actually believe it was a part of the plan. You were surprised at how close you were beginning to get with your old professor, every day spending just about all your time with one another. As the week progressed so did the pain in your lower back, and it had finally been the last day of the week when it seemed to get to you the most. Unlike all the other times when air got knocked out of you, a whimper left you when your back had hit the table. Snape had been keeping his eye on you during his class, and it seemed that your hand was permanently glued to your back.
“Y/N.” Snape called you once everyone had left the room making you look up from the ingredients you were putting back on the shelves. “Could you get me wormwood, bubotuber pus, dittany, and dragon liver?” He asked and you nodded trying to find each of the ingredients on the shelves. You raked your brain, trying to remember what potion the ingredients were for, and you stopped what you were doing.
“A healing potion?” You asked, turning your attention to him. “Are you hurt?” You asked, finally bringing the ingredients to the desk he’d set up a cauldron on.
“You’ve been knocked on your back quite a lot this week, and I’ve seen you grabbing your back.” He explained making you shake your head.
“Oh no, I’ll be fine, I just need to rest.” You explained, watching him walk in front of the cauldron next to you. “Really Severus.” You tried to convince him, placing your hand on his before he could touch the ingredients. “Don’t waste your ingredients on me.” You whispered, blushing and pulling your hand away when you realized you’d been touching him.
“I must admit Y/N, you’re starting to worry me.” He explained making your heart flutter. It shocked you when he confessed his worries, and a small “oh” left you.
“Well… thank you.” You smiled watching him put each ingredient into the cauldron one by one. “How long does it take?” You asked curiously, looking over his shoulder once he was done.
“Two hours.” He explained making you nod. He leaned back on the table behind him, and you stood in front of him with your arms behind your back. Your eyes wandered over his face, admiring him from up close. You couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have your fingers running through his hair, but you quickly looked away as your face began to heat up. “Are you liking teaching here?” Snape broke the silence making you look back at him.
“Yes.” You nodded with a smile. “It’s been a dream to work here.” You explained, your fingers twiddling behind your back.
“I remember.” He nodded, making you look down at your feet. You could remember all the times you’d stay after class and ask him about his job as a professor. You would never admit to anyone but yourself that those times were more excuses to talk to him outside of class rather than finding out about his job. “You were quite the… student.” He explained, seeming to try and choose his words carefully.
“You don’t have to try flattering me Severus.” You smiled softly. “I wasn’t the best in your class.” You explained “I was always distracted.” You mumbled to yourself, looking down and playing with your shoe.
“Distracted? By what?” Snape asked, making your head shoot up. You opened your mouth to say something, but your voice seemed to become extinct. It seemed like the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place due to your reaction. “Oh... me?” He asked, making you look away and give a small nod, distracting yourself with the brewing potion next to you. You heard him shuffle in front of you but you kept your attention on the cauldron as though your life depended on it. Snape’s hand came up to grab your chin softly, making you turn your head back to him. A gasp left your mouth at the feeling of his fingers on you, your breath coming out labored when you saw how close he had gotten to you.
“Professor?” You asked softly, the old schoolgirl in you coming to light as her dream seemed to be coming true at this moment.
“You know… I started here when I was twenty one too.” He explained, his breath fanning your face, his hand slowly releasing your chin.
“I’m aware.” You whispered, your eyes watching his lips. You both leaned in at the same time, your eyes fluttering closed when his lips brushed against yours before he closed the space. A content sigh left you and you melted into him. Your arms snaked their way into his robes, gripping his shirt tightly. This moment felt like a dream, but the tighter you seemed to grip his shirt the more real everything felt. Snape’s hand came up to hold your cheek and he deepened the kiss making your knees go weak.
You gasped when he grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the desk, stepping in between your now parted legs. When you pulled away you were both panting, your lips still tingling from his. Neither of you said anything, your chests raising and falling rapidly as you both stared at each other. Snape’s head dipped down lower than your lips, his mouth grazing against your jaw making your eyes flutter closed once again. Your breath was coming out shaky, a small moan leaving your parted lips when he left an open mouthed kiss against the base of your neck.
“Ow.” You whimpered when Snape’s hand found it’s way down your back and caused the pain to come back tenfold. He mumbled an apology and instead of moving his hand away he started to rub your back. You were going to protest thinking it would only make it worse, but a satisfied sigh left you when the pain started to ease. “Severus.” You let out a moan when his fingers started to knead the skin in your back. Your head lolled back as the massage consumed your senses, the pain in your back being replaced with pleasure from his fingers.
“Is that better?” Snape asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched you. Your head was thrown back, your mouth parted as nothing but pleasured noises left you. Unknowingly to you, your hands were gripping his arms tightly, your fingers digging in slightly. The harder his fingers dug into your back, the louder your noises became.
“Yes.” You breathed out, your head falling forward onto his shoulder. You turned your head to the side, nuzzling your head into his neck as your legs pulled him closer against you. Snape was almost breathing as heavy as you were, a groan leaving him when you started kissing and sucking his neck. A timer going off made both of you jump apart, your feet hitting the ground on the side of the table while Snape stood back against the table behind him.
“It’s ready.” He explained, spooning out the potion into a vile for you and he cleared his throat. He held it out to you once it was sealed and your fingers brushed against each other when you grabbed it.
“Thank you.” You whispered, turning around before making a b line toward the door.
“Y/N.” Snape’s voice stopped you in your tracks, but you didn’t dare turn around. “Would you like to come to my room tonight?” He asked, making a small smile form on your face.
“I’d love to.” You nodded, giving him a quick glance so he could see your smile before you walked out. You closed the door behind you and you leaned back against the door, breathing out a dazed sigh. You tried wrapping your head around what had just happened, and thoughts of what might happen tonight ran through your head.
“Professor Y/L/N?” The voice of one Fred Weasley pulled you from your thoughts making you straighten up and push yourself off the door.
“Fred.” You nodded, hoping the blush wasn’t evident on your face as you walked past him quickly in the direction of your office.
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Please Hate Me //part 46
Fandom: Marvel
Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?
Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers, banter
Mornings, contrary to popular belief, could actually be quite enjoyable, especially if experienced around noon.
There were few things better than the comforts and warmth of one's bed, and a loved one's body pressed close, resting peacefully within reach. Even the sunlight didn't bother Loki much. He'd grown used to the dim rays of the winter sun doing their best against the low-hanging clouds. It would snow again, as it did the past couple of days.
The apartment had windows overlooking a wild patch of a garden tucked in between the buildings, forgotten or ignored by the residents. It wasn't much, but a few gnarled trees managed to take roots and grow unattended, to the delight of all kinds of birds from the neighborhood. Once the snow melted, it would be easier to judge if there was any potential to work on that place, but for now, both of you just watched over it, occasionally feeding whatever animals fancied some corn on that day.
The few snowmen Peter had worked on showed both his progress and the unquestionable lack of skills. Loki wasn't sure if it was possible for a snowman to lean to the side any further without falling, but he was certain the boy would ease his doubts next time he paid a visit.
Thankfully, chances of that happening anytime soon were low enough for Loki to feel safe, at least until classes end. A small mercy, but one that he'd take gladly.
Loki turned to the side and buried his face in your neck. The soft fabric of the covers slipped off your sleeping form, daring him with a display of skin marked by his ministrations from last night. Or maybe the night before that. It was hard to discern between the days lately. They blurred together because of the amount of work to focus on. The apartment was in a good condition overall, but in dire need of redesigning. The tiresome work was made easier once Loki realized how easily his magic could bend the walls and the space contained within them.
Still, he deserved to rest, and he intended to continue doing so when he heard the last thing he wanted.
Knocking.
It couldn't be Peter, who'd either walk in or stick himself to the window after half a minute of not answering. Loki looked over his shoulder. The window behind him was still boy-free.
That meant whoever decided to make the gravest mistake of their lives could be a neighbor. Neighbors were supposed to be friendly, or at least neutral toward new residents, as you'd explained a few days ago. It wouldn't be anything strange if one of them decided to pay a little visit to say hi. None did so far, but if any dared, Loki would make sure it was their last.
Unfortunately, there was another possibility that came solely from the fact of an opening business, advertising it on the aforementioned door and allowing the, also aforementioned, boy to spread the business cards all over the city.
It could be a client.
It wouldn't be such a bad thing overall, but it was at the very bottom of the things Loki wanted to deal with instead of sleeping. If it was up to him, he'd just cancel the sound with a quick spell and ignore it further, but he couldn't forget your joy when your first client visited a few days ago. The sense of purpose it gave you and the way it made you smile were still vivid in Loki's memory. Even if the first client was a first-grader missing a tooth.
Still, you made him a promise and even put him into the schedule, promising to resolve his problem...today, actually.
Loki sighed and braced himself mentally for the walk downstairs. If the kid showed up to check how it went, he'd be in for a surprise. Loki pushed himself off the mattress, pulling the covers over your shoulder to keep you warm.
He didn't bother himself with looking for a coherent set of clothing among the things scattered on the floor and furniture. Lately, he'd spent most of his free time in a wonderfully green robe you gave him as a gift anyway, and he didn't feel like breaking his new routine. Walking down the stairs, Loki did his best to keep his eyes open enough to see the steps. A child or not, someone would be getting a lecture about the importance of beauty sleep…
Loki opened the door, reminding himself that however strange it might sound, murder was not always the answer to every problem.
Loki frowned. He closed the door. He opened it again.
"Haven't I murdered you already?" he asked.
Agent Coulson put on a smile he must've practiced in front of a mirror a hundred times. "It would seem so."
The old lady living next door looked them over and decided she didn't need to leave her apartment as much as she had thought. The locks clicked one by one when she turned on her heels and closed them firmly.
Loki debated following in her steps when Coulson said something that made even Loki freeze.
"I paid you a visit because the Avengers and SHIELD need your help."
Loki blinked before erupting into laughter - waves and waves of it that he just couldn't stop. His body shook with the bizarre words of a long dead human he had almost forgotten about already. For a moment, he considered what the neighbors must be thinking if they'd been eavesdropping, but it was of secondary importance. What really mattered was that his mood changed so quickly Loki hadn't even noticed.
"I'm glad you're taking my visit well," Coulson smiled tightly, waiting patiently for Loki to calm down.
"Oh, don't worry. Killing you the second time will do wonders to my mood for the whole week," a dagger slipped into Loki's hand.
"Who are we killing today?"
Both men froze hearing you. You walked down the stairs with a blanket pulled tightly over your shoulders. Good manners dedicated you cover your yawning mouth, but your hands bunched in the thick fabric of the blanket reminded you of what was truly important in one's life, especially before noon. Or coffee.
"I thought we agreed on a no killing rule in the mornings? It complicates the whole day."
"To be fair, I've killed this man before."
"And now he's come for a refund?" You turned to Coulson. "I'm sorry, agent. We aren't open yet. Can you come back in the afternoon?"
"Don't worry about it," the agent said. "I've come for a completely different matter. As I've already begun explaining to your…"
"Love of my life," you helped him.
"...I came here asking for your help. Both of you. I would be delighted if we could talk about this like civilized people."
"What a wonderful idea, my dear corpse. Come in."
"Could you please put down your gun first?"
"I don't have a-"
"Please. I just want to talk."
Coulson's polite smile was as unnerving as you remembered it from the few rather brief encounters you'd had in the past.
"Fine," you growled, pushing the blanket to the side and dropping a gun onto the coffee table.
Loki had his eyes on the agent when he walked further into the room. Loki and you were still not sure whether it should be an office or just a living room, so for now it stayed somewhere in between. Coulson didn't mention the state of disarray, but he didn't sit on the couch.
"So what's all the fuss about?" you asked.
"An object was stolen from a SHIELD safe house two nights ago. Despite our greatest efforts, we have been unable to find it. We are well aware of the set of skills the two of you possess," Coulson gave Loki a sharp look, "and are keen on paying you generously for your help."
"No," Loki shrugged. "We listened, now you can go bother someone else."
The agent sighed. He didn't seem particularly surprised, though.
"How generously?" you asked carefully. You shushed Loki before he started complaining. "You must realize we're living quite comfortably already and there's not much that we need."
"Name your price then." Coulson's smile didn't waver, and it was clear he was open to negotiations. The case must be dire, then. And if whatever had been stolen came from the depths of SHIELD's super secret base, it must not only be worth a fortune, but also highly dangerous and possibly not quite from this world.
Loki's elbow kept on jabbing your ribs in desperate hope of getting your attention, but you were too deep in your schemes already.
"We don’t have much interest in money," you leaned back on the couch, fixing the blanket absentmindedly, "but since both of us already have ties with your organization, why not go into that direction? We'd love to have the kind of… support you can offer."
The smile on your face was sweet enough to make Loki's teeth rot, but he kept quiet. He had no idea what was on your mind, but he was keen on finding out. He looked at the agent.
"I'm afraid SHIELD is not the right kind of agency to clean up after you mess something up," Coulson said.
"I'm pretty sure you guys are perfect when it comes to disappearing people and wiping away their messes as if they never were. Last time I saw you work, you were quite efficient."
There was definitely a history between the two of you. Loki kept his smile to himself as he watched the agent's shoulders shift. Whatever the story was, it clearly involved a part the agent was not the happiest about.
"Could you reconsider?" he asked at last.
"We named our price."
"This artifact is of the utmost importance. Surely you understand what the stakes are?"
"This is a private business, darling," you gestured around. "If you wanted the heroes, especially those working pro bono, I'm afraid you climbed the wrong tower. But since you came to us, and I'm sure that’s not because you miss our lovely faces, you must've already considered that option, didn't you?"
Coulson sighed. "You've got yourself a deal."
The grin on your face was nothing short of wolfish. "How lovely. Now, what did you lose?"
The box Coulson took out of the pocket of his suit was neither big nor pretty. If anything, the thin wood looked worn, and the edges were rounded from time and touch. Still, it was enough to make Loki tense next to you, and not touch it when the agent set it on the table.
"It used to hold a pin, and the pin used to have a gem of unknown origin. Now there's neither, and we want them back."
You exchanged looks with Loki.
"We'll contact you when we find anything out," you promised.
You wondered how desperate Coulson must've been if he didn't even argue before leaving the not-office. In the silence that fell upon the room, your attention turned to the box. No ornaments and not even a lock. If such an important pin had been put inside of it, why was the box not secured more?
"What do you think?" you laid back into Loki's side.
"Are we actually doing this? I'm not the right person to talk about trust issues, but I'm pretty sure I've already killed that guy."
"Did you sense anything off about him?"
"Not really. But when it comes to this little box…" Loki's hand hovered above it, but he didn't touch the wood. "I probably shouldn't be surprised to find mice residue, but I'm quite puzzled about that disgusting tang of necromancy."
"Do you think the pin had been used for some dark rituals?" you wiggled your eyebrows.
"I'm afraid we'll only find that out if we can figure out where the pin went."
"What are we waiting for then?”
A few hours passed without any further interference, but as all good things, that time had to pass at last. The rather casual afternoon at your apartment had been interrupted by a certain boy who had secured himself a spare set of keys beforehand, and now used them to enter.
Peter froze midstep.
"Close the door. It takes way too long to reignite all these candles," you said from the living room turned office turned ritual site.
The thick black candles were laid out around a circle drawn with chalk, and strange symbols painted with what Peter could only hope was actually paint. Very, very red paint. The same type of paint covering Loki's bare skin in twisting, overflowing sigils. With his eyes closed, and head upturned, he chanted quietly in a language of wind and shadows.
"Cookie?" you offered from the couch, where you laid sprawled.
The bag was almost empty, but the cookies turned out to be great anyway. Peter sat at the very edge of the couch, observing the god and his ritual.
"Is that...normal?"
"Yeah, chill. We got a job from a dead man walking who told us to find a stolen alien artifact, so we're doing our very best," you yawned. "Meaning, he is working and I'm supporting him wholeheartedly."
"I'd have better support from the chicken I told you I needed," Loki murmured between breaths.
"Where the fuck was I supposed to find you a living chicken in the middle of New York?"
Peter took another cookie. "Does that mean you won't be able to find that thing?"
You waved your hand dismissively as Loki focused back on chanting. "It'll be fine, he's already done that once with perfect results and no chickens violated."
"What were you looking for?"
"The remote."
Peter nodded. Chewing on the last cookie, he fished his homework out of his backpack and laid it out on the table, next to a gun. He had a spider-patrol planned for the evening, but had to finish schoolwork first. With Ned sure to ramble about his newest set tomorrow, Peter had no chance of finishing it before the classes started in the morning.
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Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 8
WARNINGS: maybe a little bit of angst
Chapter 8 - Dear Theodora
It’s been 2 days since Theodora’s birthday and she still couldn’t get over her letter to Bill. She hated that she gave in and wrote him back. What was she thinking? Bill will think she’s insane and she started to panic – forgetting what she wrote as she wrote the letter at 4 in the morning – wondering if she said too much.
How could she allow herself to do this? How could she be so stupid? Bill just wanted to give her something for her birthday and she blew it out of porpo...
Theodora’s thoughts were disturbed by a tap on her window. She let out a gasp as the owl startled her. She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the window to let the owl in.
Giving the owl some treats and letting the window open so that the bird can easily fly out when she pleases to do so, she sat back on her bed with the envelope in her hand.
With the two letters she received 2 days ago, she recognized the handwriting on the envelope as Bill’s at once.
She knew she made a mistake writing to him. He probably sent her a letter to tell her that she should stop writing to him or how inappropriate he found her reply.
Theodora opened the envelope with shaking hands and took out the parchment. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that if she waited for another second to see what he wrote to her, she would simply burn it and let the curiosity kill her.
Dear Theodora,
it brought a smile to my face to know you received the gift and that you liked it so much. Did you ever get to cast the spell on the rose? Do you still have it?
How did you spend your birthday? Fred and George told me that they are going to surprise you with a party – did they succeed? I hope you had fun and that they didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t like.
They also told me that you are having quite a bit of trouble with your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Has she calmed down? Fred said something about a new regime and her inventing rules all the time?
Are you alright? How is everybody coping with that?
I sure hope she isn’t intervening with your education. Remember that you will soon finish school and won’t have to see her ever again.
I know you are strong and can handle it. Just try not to get yourself into too much trouble. I know you’re a good student – I just don’t trust her, that’s all.
I apologize if expressing my concern went too far,
Bill
Theodora was once again thankful that her roommates were asleep. She couldn’t imagine how her face must’ve looked like reading the letter. Bill didn’t say anything about her letter being distasteful – on the contrary, it seemed he wasn’t bothered by her reply at all.
And he was asking her all these questions and he even seemed concerned for her and the twins.
He was just worried about his brothers doing alright and making sure they don’t get in trouble with Umbridge. She only made Bill worried and of course, now she has to reply to him otherwise he will worry even more.
She tip-toed to her desk – careful not to wake her roommates – and took out a piece of parchment and her writing set.
Dear Bill,
I did cast the spell on the rose and I am happy to say it’s still as beautiful as I found it on my bed. Even though it’s only been 2 days it’s a nice motivation to endure Dolores Umbridge.
My birthday has been as lovely as every year with your brothers around. I knew they were up to something for weeks but they succeeded in surprising me nonetheless after our Quidditch practice. The party was great – chill but amazing and full of laughter. I think I got to my dorm at 2 in the morning and Freddie and Georgie were over the roof that they succeeded.
Back to Umbridge – I honestly don’t know what to tell you. She is evil. That would be one way of putting it. She gives your brothers and me detention almost every week. I know we should keep our mouths shut but sometimes she takes it too far.
She keeps trying to convince us that You-Know-Who is not back and she made Harry write lines: I must not tell lies with a black quill. Honestly, I don’t know how she got away with it. The scar it left on his hand is still not completely healed and no matter how we try to stay out of trouble, we want to stay on Harry’s side. Merlin knows he needs all the support. It’s enough that there are barely any students who believe him.
I’m alright and so are all your siblings so you don’t have to worry. We are there for each other and we are thinking of doing something about her but we don’t know what quite yet.
She keeps attending other lessons and there are rumors that she wants to sack Professor Trelawney. Can she even do that?
I am not as concerned about myself, I know I am out of here in a few months. But what if she gets to stay? What if she will be around for years with Harry and Hermione and Ginny and Ron still at school? I don’t want them to be around that woman!
It’s nice to see how much you care for your siblings and expressing your concern so don’t worry about it being too much. I will protect them as much as I can, you have my word.
Theodora
She folded the parchment and since the owl was in no hurry to leave and kept pecking at her quill while she was writing, she decided to send the letter back immediately. She wouldn’t want Bill to be worried about his siblings so the sooner she can tell him they are all alright the better.
Dear Theodora,
if the rose makes you feel motivated to stay in school with everything you described in your last letter, I will gladly send you another one.
I am beginning to see what you said about the twins while we were at the Burrow last summer. They really are amazing friends to you and I am proud of them for that. They might like to joke around but I can see that they take you seriously and that’s a good quality of theirs – they are growing up.
Honestly, things have been chaotic everywhere. I don’t understand how she can have so much power either and it scares me to see what she can do to students. I believe Harry as well – we all do – but I hope that for his sake, he will stop talking back at Umbridge.
If she used that quill on him, who knows what else she is capable of. I know it’s none of my business telling you this, but be careful. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt or get in serious trouble with that woman because you had to defend someone.
I know how it sounds – you should stand up for what you believe but do so together if you can. Unfortunately, I reckon things will only get worse from here on out and Ron told me that you don’t have proper DADA lessons. I think you should try and find a way to learn some spells on your own. I can tell you about some that might come in handy.
You have to be prepared for anything and know that you can’t trust all your teachers anymore. Whether they would like it or not, they might not have the power to protect you, so you will have to do so yourself.
I admire you for trying to fight for what is right and I have no doubt that you and the twins are already sticking your heads together and thinking of what to do or how to make the situation better. At least try to do so quietly and strike when she’ll least expect it.
I think at this point, she can do whatever she wants. And if she starts firing the most innocent of professors then she might take all your protection away from you. Just know that you are safe at school as long as Headmaster Dumbledore is around.
Thank you for easing my mind and telling me all my siblings are okay – it means a lot. But know that I worry for you as much as for them.
Please stay safe,
Bill
Theodora didn’t know what to think of Bill’s letter. She has to ask Harry if he needs some help with the spells they are going to learn.
She was now even happier that they came up with the idea of trying to defend themselves and Bill was right – it will only get worse from here so she and the twins need to act fast and try to get that woman out of their school.
They had a rather peaceful time at Hogwarts and if there is anything she can do about it, she wants to help the next generations to have the same experience and she couldn’t see that happening with the toad on the throne.
It brought a smile to her face when she read that Bill wants to give her another rose. She would like to think that the gesture is romantic but she thought better of it. She knew now – Bill telling her that he is also concerned for her – that he sees her as a good friend and as much as she would like him to think of her as something more, she couldn’t deny being friends with him meant a lot to her too.
Dear Bill,
the rose is going stronger than ever. I had to get a bigger glass from the kitchen as it keeps growing and is not even close to withering away.
I know it would be better if Harry stopped talking about You-Know-Who around that woman but at the same time, I admire him for it. We should all spread awareness that our world might not be as safe as it used to be and don’t worry we are doing something about it!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up with an idea to have secret lessons on how to defend ourselves. We had a meeting a week ago and I have to say they are quite prepared. I will tell you if we would need any spells to work on but I think Harry has a whole curriculum for us and I can’t help but be excited about it!
We will have these meetings in secret, don’t you worry and all your siblings are a part of it, so they will all know how to defend themselves.
Fred, George, and I have an idea how to get back at Umbridge. It would take weeks to execute the plan but it might just work to make other students want to fight back!
I know you trust Dumbledore and so do I, but to be honest he hasn’t been around much. Perhaps that’s the reason she can get away with everything she wants.
We will keep an eye out and try and protect and get as many students on our side as we can. We are doing a great job so far, a lot of people that didn’t believe Harry before are on our side now and that gives me hope.
How is it on your side? How are you handling everything?
Expressing my concern for you in the hopes you are okay,
Theodora
Theodora came to her dorm late one evening – exhausted from another DA meeting. She fell on her bed – with her nose straight into the sheets – when she heard her body crushing something. She moved to see what it was and found a letter in the middle of her bed.
Dear Theodora,
I can’t express how proud I am of you, my siblings, and all your friends for doing what you are. I think you are doing the right thing creating this secret group of yours and I hope you won’t get caught.
I believe Harry is the best teacher you could have. He, after all, faced the Dark Lord many times and I think we could all learn something from him. I secretly wish to be there with you. It not only sounds nice to learn new spells but also fun for doing so with your friends.
I feel relief that Ginny and Ron are a part of it. I know that the twins are quite good with their spellwork but Ginny and Ron are still young and I don’t even want to imagine them fighting.
Dumbledore, unfortunately, has a lot on his mind and is also working on something else about which I can’t tell you for your own protection. Let’s just say that you are not the only one forming a group.
You are truly remarkable, do you know that? Wanting to help the younger students and promising to protect them without even thinking twice about it, makes me think that the Hat did a great job sorting you into Gryffindor.
Thank you for expressing your concern for me. I can assure you I am doing fine. I am thinking about leaving Egypt so I can be closer to home. I know it’s my dream job but family and friends are more important and if anything ought to go down, I want to be there to help and I can’t see myself doing so from Egypt.
Things here are okay otherwise. Of course, a day doesn’t go by without whispers and people expressing concern even though it seems we are so far away from troubles.
I promise I will stay out of harm's way so you needn’t worry about me.
Bill
Theodora read the letter twice – as she did with every single one Bill sent her. She couldn’t deny that she was getting quite fond of them writing back and forth so much and it made her mind more peaceful knowing that Bill was okay.
She yawned and looked at the time. It wasn’t even 10 in the evening but she felt so tired. She folded the piece of parchment and promised herself to write him back the second she wakes up tomorrow.
Dear Bill,
Our meetings are going great. As you can imagine Freddie and Georgie are having no problems perfecting all their spells. Ron is doing a great job too! I think all three of them were pleasantly surprised by Ginny though. Your sister is one of the most powerful witches I have ever seen!
Her spells are so strong and she doesn’t need much time at all to master them. All your brothers are very proud of her and I think their mind is more at ease – knowing Ginny is perfectly capable of defending herself. She isn’t a baby anymore!
My heart is lighter knowing that you are doing okay. I fully support you if you decide to come back to be closer to your family. My brother Eric is thinking of doing the same. He doesn’t trust my mother to take good care of me and him being an Auror could help when things get bad.
I think it would mean a lot to your family to have you closer. I know Mrs. Weasley would sleep better at night. Charlie wrote to me a few days ago, saying that she is constantly asking him if he is alright being so far away. I can imagine you are getting the same letters.
I wish you could be able to come here and help us with DA but with you being in a similar organization you probably have a lot on your mind as it is.
Being in Egypt has its perks as the tension isn’t as bad as here I believe, but I know I would lose my mind not being here to help and to constantly think about how my family is.
Your number one supporter for you to come home,
Theodora
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Match up, No. 5
Anon said:
hi!! i saw you’re doing one piece matchups so i thought i’d send in a message <3 i’d prefer male, but i’m bisexual so it doesn’t really matter :) i’m 5’7, reddish-brown hair, freckles, glasses, green eyes, a lil thick but that’s okay. i’m a big animal person, i love singing or playing music like... all the time, and i call literally everything an adventure, even if i’m just going right down the road! i love helping people and learning new things and i tend to be pretty shy until i get comfortable with someone :) thank you so much!!! <3
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· After a bit of thinking I guess I´ll pair you up with Shirahoshi
· Now hear me out. You both seem to be really similar in many aspects
· You were the daughter of a marine vice admiral that had the mission to invite the Ryugu Kingdome to the Reverie. You accompanied your father because you always wanted to see that kingdom and after some annoying and whining you managed to make your father take you with him
· On the whole way to the kingdom you were running around the ship with pure excitement and joy. You couldn´t believe where you were heading to and probably thanked your father every five minutes for taking you with him
· Arriving at the palace you were confronted with a huge merman with a curly beard and hair. You were one the one hand amazed by what you got to see but also afraid of the kings height
· You had a long chat with the king and the princes and didn´t care about your father’s signs to not exaggerate and keep it short. You couldn´t care less and the king himself seemed to like you a lot. After your father managed to stop you from talking and asking one question after another he sat you down on a chair and started to talk with the royal family himself. (And he probably apologized for his curious daughter.)
· After some time you got bored and decided to sneak out of the thrown hall to explore the palace yourself. On your way of walking around the palace you greeted the guards and maids that passed you with a genuine huge smile on your lips. You didn´t know how but at some put you got lost and couldn´t find your ways back to the thrown hall to your father so you kept wandering around until you stood in front of a big door in a tower. You looked around the window behind you and wondered how you could have ended up here but at least had no worries. You made a step towards the door in front of you and knocked a few times before you entered just to be greeted by a even bigger creature that the actual king
· You screamed from the top of your lungs that made the creature in front of you scream too. But even louder.
· “Dear God! You scared me!”, were the first words you said after you calmed down and realized that the creature in front of you was a mermaid and probably the princess your father told you about
· The princess hid under a blanket and just gave away a look on her eyes. “Are you going to kill me?”, asked the mermaid with tears in her eyes and a trembling voice. The words of her made you laugh and apologize for entering in her room without her permission. You told her that you were lost and the daughter of the vice admiral that came today to invite her family to the reverie. The more you told her about you the more she slowly crawled back under her blanket and wiped the few tears away that fell down her cheeks
· After you asked her about her she introduced herself and asked you some questions while offering you some of her food you gladly accepted. She sat you down on her bed and chatted with you when her brother the prince entered her room with a worried her gaze but that quickly faded away when they saw you on her bed eating and making her laugh. You assured them that you will be nice to her and just ended up there because you got lost. Her brother suggested bringing you back to your father but Shirahoshi shook her head and asked you to stay and so you did.
· After eating with her you asked her if she could show you some places in their kingdom but she said that she barely knew any places and wasn´t allowed to leave the palace without guards. That’s when a huge smile grew on your face and you told her to sneak out with you to explore the place. It will be fun to see where you´d end up. After promising her that if they would get caught you would take the blame upon yourself
· She accepted your idea and left the palace that proved to be harder than you thought because of her height but you couldn´t care less and ran, or rather swam out as fast as you could
· You knew that your father would scold you for being careless again but you couldn´t care less. You two had the time of your life. After a while you gave up trying to hide and carelessly swam around and went to one place after another. But of all the places you liked the mermaid cove the most. You interacted with so many mermaids and swam with them around the place and had a great time. The mermaids made you swim with dolphins and seals and of course dragged the princes along.
· You were about to ask if there is anything else you two could visit when your father and the king came for the two of you. You thought you´d get scolded by the king for taking his daughter out of the palace without permission with your father agreeing to his words. Your father was about to open his mouth when the king asked the princess if she had a good time
· You were both confused and looked at the king with a tiled head. But he simply laughed and thanked you for being so good to her and making her laugh. The king was pleased by your actions and invited you and your father to stay for a while in the palace and be his guests
· Shirahoshi was more than happy to have you around and go out with you. It was really fun and made her see so much of her own hometown she barely knew
· Even after you left you two kept the friendship and made sure to call each other on the den den mushi or write letters. Once in a while you would send each other gifts and little souvenirs and end up being confused because you never knew what the things exactly were but kept them nevertheless as a sign of your unique but strong friendship
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Not what it seems - Part 2
Angel x Reader
Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes
English isn’t my native language.
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Warning: swearing, heartbreak, violence
Words: 1.500
Next day
You barely got any sleep last night. You literally spent last night with crying and finding way to get Angel to sit down with you and listen to you but it seems impossible. You never felt so helpless before in your entire life.
You’re still in your shared bedroom when you hear noises. Noises that are coming towards the bedroom and you know it’s Angel. You start to panic not knowing how he will react when he sees.
The door opens and there he is right in front of you. From what you can see he must have had a shitty night just like you did. His eyes are swollen and his hair is messy.
Angel freezes as soon as he sees you in the bedroom.
’’I thought I was clear last night Y/n. Get the fuck out of here. I’m done! We are done! Do you want me to spell it out for you?’’
’’Wanna know what I want Angel? For you to listen to me. For you to sit down with me and listen. Just the way listened to the person who plated this idea in your head. That’s what I want. If you still want me gone after I said what I want to say I’ll pack my stuff and leave and never contact you again. If that’s what you want.’’ you say calmly hoping he will agree to what you’ve just said.
’’So start talking. The sooner you finish the sooner you’re out of here.’’ he says not looking at you.
’’Our relationship - what we have is not based on a bet Angel. Is based on two people loving each other. I never played you or fooled you. I dint know where you got that idea from but it’s not true baby you have to believe me. I love you Angel more than anything.
You know how Jessie has a thing for Gilly? That’s how we ended up at the clubhouse for the first time. I didn’t want to be there you know how shy I am and that I’m not a fan of large crowds but I chose to be there with her for moral support.
They hit it off and we spent our girls nights out with you at the clubhouse instead of going to the bar downtown. That’s when I saw you Angel. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You pretty much put a spell on me babe. The girls saw me struggle you know. It kinda hurt see al those girls all over you knowing that it never will be me. I mean I’m probably the shiest girl you’ll ever meet. I’m surprised I actually have friends to be honest. Anyway the girls tried to get me to go over to you and talk to you every time we went there but I was scared. Scared to talk to someone as handsome as you. I mean look at you, look at me and look at those women that were all over you.
I’m not as skinny or as beautiful as Vickys girls so I refused to go and talk to you. I was trying to save me from the rejection and the embarrassment. So the girls and I had this competition
whoever empties the beer first gets to decide what the loser has to do. Jessie won and dared me to go over to you and talk to you because I was too much of a coward to do it myself. Everything what we build on from there was real do you hear me Angel? What we have IS real. I simply needed a little push to get out of my comfort zone. There was never a bet. I love you Angel - more than anything. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I never felt like this with anyone before. Thank you for listening to me Angel. If you still want me to leave I’ll start packing now.’’ you end your monolog not daring to look at Angel. You’re too scared that he doesn’t believe you.
’’Y/n is - is that true’’ he asks calmly and you just nod still staring at the floor.
’’Look at me mi dulce - please sweetheart let me see those Y/e/c eyes.’’
You look up and see a pained expression on his face.
’’I’m sorry Y/n for treating you the way I did. I should have talked to you first before making up my mind. I promise you it will never happen again babygirl. I swear on moms gave. Come here’’
he says and holds his arms out for you. You get up from the bed and walk towards him gladly accepting his hug returning it gladly. You breath in his scent and start to relax. You didn’t think you were able to do it ever again. Angel kisses your head several times while rubbing your back.
’’I’m sorry baby. I feel the same way about you. With you I see it all. House, kids a wedding. You’re my end game Y/n. I’ll make you the next Mrs. Reyes. Not now but in the future If you want that.’’ he says and you’re surprised.
Angel doesn’t talk about his feelings often but it’s so good to hear it. Good to hear he feels the same because you see it too with him.
’’I’m glad to hear that. You’re my end game Mr. Reyes. Y/n Reyes sounds good doesn’t it? Apology accepted and now stop apologizing please Angel. But I would like to now who plated that idea in you head.’’ you let go of him and take a step back so you could look at hime properly.
’’Don’t hit me for my dumbness but it was Maria’’ he says scratching his neck.
’’Wait a minute. Maria as in Vickys Maria that Maria?’’ you ask not believing this.
’’Yes why?’’
’’Sorry for my language but what a bitch. She was there that day. She knows what went down that day. You talk about actresses that was probably quite the act Angel. What a back stabber. She acts all nice with me and pulls a stunt like this. I swear she messed with the wrong girl.’’
’’Easy there little tiger.’’ Angel laughs.
’’Keep laughing Reyes keep laughing’’ you say and playfully slap him.
Later that night
It’s your weekly girls night and after talking to Vicky earlier today you know that Maria will be there too. Looks like today is your luck day.
You’re later than usual to make your great entrance. You came up with a plan and informed Angel and he agreed immediately.
Now you’re standing in front of the clubhouse and take one last deep breath.
’’Let the games begin’’ you say to yourself and walk in.
You see your girls at one table and your man along with Gilly, Coco and Ez on the other side of the clubhouse. And there she was - Maria was there eyeing Angel sitting on his lap. She’s right where you want her to be. You make your way over there everyone is clueless about what happened between you and Angel this morning their last update was last night which will make it more fun.
You approach Maria from behind grab her by her hair and pull her out of his lap. She screams in pain.
’’What is your problem Y/n’’ she says shocked. The others look at you shocked as well since everyone knows you as the shy introvert girl.
’’What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you Maria is the better question. You spread lies about me trying to mess with my relationship and dare to ask me what is wrong with me. You better get the fuck out of here and stay away from my man before I’ll make you bitch.’’ you are yelling by now. She looks at you with wide eyes realizing that she most likely messed with the wrong woman. Maria gets up from the floor and moves towards the door.
’’Oh and Maria’’ Vicky is now speaking up.
’’Don’t come back. There is no place for devious women like you.’’ she says with a firm voice.
’’But Vicky’’
’’No buts I don’t want to around my place anymore.’’
Maria leaves and and Jessie comes over to you with a beer handing it to you before sitting down on Gilly’s lap.
’’Y/n that was quit the show. I don’t know what this actually was about but damn girl that was awesome.’’
’’Thanks Jess’’ you say before sitting down on Angels lap and he wraps his arms around you right away.
’’That was better than I imagined my little fire cracker. Remind me not to mess with you mi dulce.’’ he says and kisses you.
’’Hello explanation please!’’ Ez now says.
So you start to fill them in on what happened this morning.
You spend the rest of the evening together at the clubhouse with Angel right where you belong.
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Greeting everyone this is Ender-anon I am typing this from notepad so apologies if this is riddled with grammer and spelling mistakes but I wanted to get some things out of the wayfirst about your subjects. They will not be dsmp or earthsmp members mainly because I took a look at the Earthsmp member list on the wiki and saw there where 135 names so only the Arctic Empire and Buissness Bay members will be mentioned for sanitys sake the sujects will instead be from a certain story driven tower defence game that I have played since it launced I honestly want to see who can guess the game first,with that out of the way lets get this show on the road. I'm gonna try sending it in parts cause Tumblr won't let me send it all at once.
A day you'll never forget. Part 1
You awoke excited after all you were going with Enciodas to the Artic Empire for reaffirm trade agreement,ok you knew that it would be your regent Enciodas making the deals while you and Tenzin stayed in the royal gardens since you were only there for formalities sake since as you were the future ruler but it would be both your first time leaving your home country and your first time on a plane. You did need to one of your neighbours in order to get a plane as your country didn't have any airfields but it would be worth it to fly for the first time .You hurried to pack a book and toy to keep yourself occupied while the grownups did their boring grownup talk ( though if the look in your regents eyes when he looked over the trade agreement draft it would be anything but boring) the book was a simple collection of local legend of your country from the Pegasian Knight sisters who saved the country when enemys surronded it to one of the oldest the legend of the founder of your dynasty their name had been lost through the centuries so they were known by only as a human doctor who mannaged to unite the fractured hybrid tribes into a mighty nation in order to repel the tides of an enemy empire who name was also lost to time, the doll was therefore of your dynastys founder or well what your people though they looked live as no detail of their appernce or even gender remained only the knowledge of the black hooded coat emblazoned with your nations symbol and the black helmet like mask that they never seemed to remove. The trip to the airport was uneventful other than General Buldrokkas'tee trying to conivince Enciodas to take one of the Armourless Union as your guard while your regents youngest sister Ensia stuffed you coats pockets with candy for the trip.Unfortunately the crew of the plane wouldn't allow Tenzin to fly around the cabin so rather than cage him you held the falcon for the entirety of the trip though your regent took him off you when he saw you starting to driff off at the halfway mark.You awoke to your regent softly shaking you awake making sure to hold his hand as you gazed around awestruck at the size of it all there were more people than you have ever seen and the palace itself looked to your eyes anyway to be almost as big as your capital. After entering the palace your regent made sure to take you and Tenzin to the expansive gardens before going to meet Emperor Philza, the falcone immediately took off for one of the many trees eager to spreed his wings after staying still so long you by contrast sat beneath the tree Tenzin had chosen about to pratice reading to your doll when you heard a child sobing.
Part 2
Alarmed you sought the source of the noise only to find a child not much younger than yourself in high quality cloths ( the child of a courteir you reasioned )looking up at a toy stuck in the large tree and crying, determined to assist him you took off you coat and circlet and set about climing the tree like Ensia taught you. After a few attemps you managed to reach the toy and retrieved it handing it over to the awestuck child (had he never see someone clime a tree before?) after snapping out of his stupor looking over the toy with worry before going "its broken" and starting to sob again. Quickly thinking you offered to play tag that caused the sobbing to stop he quickly tapped you before turing to run yelling over his shoulder "YOUR IT". After running around the garden for a while the child got tired so you offered to read to him to which he gleefully accepted reading tales of your country from you book,Tenzin deciding that he wanted attention swooped down next to you for pets which you gladly gave the child ( who you still didn't know the name of) looked like he wanted to pet him as well so you asked him if he would like to,he seemed estatic to do so. As the sun started to set and you started sharing the candy Ensia gave you it only just occured to you that you didn't know your new friends name upon asking you were met with a bewildered look and after a few seconds passed he said "you can call me Tommy" after saying the name a few times to make sure you were pronouncing it right, Tenzin quickly swooped off towards a door where Enciodas emerged a grin on his face and a look of victory in his eyes ( you guess talks went well) and informed you that it was time to leave as you went to turn and say goodbye to your new friend he grasped you arm in a tight grip and asked "Why do you need to leave? Can't you stay longer?" after getting your arm free you placed your doll into his hands and informed him that you would most centainly come here again,that you would write to him and that he could have your doll as a gift of friendship.As you saw him grasping the doll close to his chest waving goodbye as a man with wings looked on in amusement that turned to surprise as you yelled your goodbyes as your plane took off, after such a exciting day its no wonder you fell asleep before long but before you did you thought to yourself that this would be a day you never forgot.
Part 3
The best day of his life
Tommy was bored his brothers where in their lessions, Tubbo and his family were off visiting relatives and wouldn't be back for weeks and his dad was stuck in trade talks with a tiny nation that probably wasn't worth the paper the deal was writen on. Looking through his toy chest he grabed the toy plane that techie got him for his last birthday and went to the gardens to play with it, he was having a great deal of fun with it untill a large bird suddenly flew into a nearby tree causing him to accidentally throw the plane into a tree he had hardly begun showing his thoughts on this development when someone he had never met came round the cornor saw him and for some reasion remove their coat and a circle piece of metal with a gem on the part where your forehead would be, before stepping back looking at the tree and you started climing it and almost falling a few times before catching yourself a determined look on your face, how where you so brave climing that massive tree? When you finaly came back down toy in hand he was amazed it took him a few seconds before he saw that the propeller was broken as he felt the tears start to come back he heard you ask "Do you want to play tag?" you still wanted to play with him smirking he quickly tapped you before running away as fast as he could informing you as he ran that you were it. You were fast he thought as he sat trying to catch his breath but now he was tired you would probably leave him to go play elsewhere and leave him like "do you want to hear a story?" relief filled his chest as sat beside you as you grabed a frankly massive book and told him storys he had never heard before about sister knight who saved a traped nation from distruction, a medic who when her squad was traped by a enemy army unsheathed her sword and single handedly defeated the army and his personal favorite the tale of the first ruler of your nation a person who united a broken people inorder for them all to survive against a terrible evil empire, you even showed him your doll that was based on the ruler. Tommy couldn't think of a day where hes had this much fun from the games, stories, getting to pet the large bird that spooked him in the first place (though he was grateful for that know after all if he hadn't lost his toy he wouldn't have met you) and now your shareing with him candy that hes never heard of. Maybe he can convince his dad to make you stay or to make you his personal servant if your a visting nobles yes then he can introduce you to Tubbo when he gets back and "I just realised I never asked what your name is".What? You have to be kidding right? You'v been so nice to him you have to know who he is? But the seconds drag on and your face don't look like your lying about not knowing who he is. He's about to tell you his full title and name but stops himself no he doesn't want you to call him prince Theseus even if you'v only spent the afternoon together you mean so much to him now you treat him with a kindness only his family show him so you should call him what they call him he reasions and he tells you his name is Tommy he helps pronuounce it correctly and it reaffirms that yes this feels right.
Part 4
The moment however is ruined when the bird (Tenzin you told him it was called) flew to the doors as they opened and a snow lepard hybrid emerged followed by his dad who looked ecstatic that talks were over. The snow lepard hybrid told you that it was time to leave ( with a single sentence Tommy began to hate that hybrid) as you were grabing you things he grabed you as tight as he could manage and asked as calmly as his voice could manage why you had to leave after all he reasioned in his mind he could make sure you were payed much better if you worked for his family. You turned to him with a gentle look in your eyes and placed the doll into his arms while you said " This won't be the last time we shall meet, I will be sure to be sure to write to you when i can't vist and if you get lonely you can have this doll as a symbol of our bond so that way you won't be lonely" all with that smile that he had only seen his family give him. As he held your doll close as possible waving goodbye over the sound of the plane about to take off he heard you yell " Goodbye Tommy" and while he couldn't see his dad eyes he did see the full body flinch as he heard you call his son a name he only permited family to use. As he gushed about you to his dad and asked if he could maybe make you work for them rather than that snow lepard hybrid only to be informed that was your regent and that you weren't a servant but the next ruler of that nation at that revelation he held the doll of your ancestor close and began to formulate a plan as he asked if they had an embassy in your nation after all if you couldn't be with here with him, he would just go with you after all being the ambassador to you nation seemed like a wonderful job if you were there.
Ender,,,, you can't just drop am entire fic on is like this,,, head empty but bravo- this is great
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*sigh* I entertained the cursed thought of Evil!Leon and now it won't leave, so fuck it: bullet point frame work
Warnings for blood, temporary character death, graphic injury, murder, attempted murder, angst with a happy ending, magic reveal
First of all this is also immortal Leon, because I could
Morgana is discovered by a patrol headed by Leon and he's the only one of the round table there.
For some reason or another Morgana is having a really bad life day and completely obliterates the patrol in her rage.
And for narrative purposes/ the man is very sturdy, Leon somehow survives the assault, but he's not in good shape
Morgana, in her full sadistic glory, offers a painfully dying Leon a second chance, he need only pledge himself to her and she would heal him
Leon, while chocking on blood, defiantly glares at her, declaring "You're wasting your time Morgana, I will die before I betray Arthur"
And at this something hardens in Morgana's eyes and she lunges forward with a dagger and plunges it into Leon's heart, twisting it violently while hissing "so you shall" before pulling it back out
This, obviously, kills him
And for some reason or another, maybe its a part of why Morgana is having a no good very bad terrible awful day, she sticks around the site of the massacre for a bit rather than immediately leave.
Which is how she witnesses Sir Leon, whose heart she plunged a dagger into not an hour ago, take a gasping breath
This, quite understandably, scares the shit out of both of them
It scares the shit out of Morgana because she knows she killed him, there is no way he's alive
And it scares the shit out of Leon for much of the same reasons, he knows she killed him, why the fuck was he breathing (he did not know he was immortal before this point)
And while Morgana is still in shock, Leon asks angrily what she did to him, why did she bring him back (while he is scrambling for his sword and to rise, because that worked soo well for him the first time)
Morgana tilts her head at him, a slow sinister smile spreading across her face as she replies "I did nothing my dear knight"
And it is in this moment that Leon realizes he fucked up
Morgana probably kills him again for good measure, to see what will happen, and sure enough, he's back again in a little while.
Leon is freaking the fuck out and Morgana's day just completely turned around because she has Arthur's most loyal knight, his first knight, and he can't die
To make a long process short, she kills him for transport to where ever she's hiding, kills him a few more times because she can, and as she does so she formulates a plan. Since it has become quite obvious that Leon was not aware of his allergy to death, Morgana reasoned that no one back at the castle would know either. And if she could control Leon... well. Camelot and Arthur's head on a platter was as good as hers.
Since her last attempt to kill Arthur by proxy through a creature ended poorly, Morgana decides on an enchantment.
I’m thinking maybe the spell has a caveat, the only way for it to be broken is if Leon was killed by another Immortal's hand, something Morgana is certain is impossible, and is sure to gleefully inform Leon of this so in his last moments of free will, his hope and spirit would break
When Leon returns to Camelot, he doesn't act strange. A little haunted maybe, but not outwardly out of character
He says he was the only person to survive the attack by Morgana, and he barely made it away with his life (she either roughed him up to make this believable, or he did it himself)
Everyone is relieved he’s safe and back home
Arthur makes a light hearted joke about how this was the second time Leon was the lucky sole survivor of an attack, and he really needs to stop scaring Arthur like this, he’s starting to think he's doing it on purpose
And in the first indication that something might be off, Leon smirks at this, his laugh much darker than usual, and he makes a returning dark joke. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, nothing that couldn't be explained as him having survivors guilt and being exhausted and in pain
And for a while everything seems fine.
Everything is not fine.
Leon is a much more subtle assassin than Merlin was. Much more patient as well. His first attempt is in a patrol in the woods, where he tries to catch Arthur off guard.
Arthur notices in time and fends him off, expressing confusion, and Leon pulls what he pulled in Servant of Two Masters when he finds Arthur behind the tree: awkward apologetic smile (much more sinister this time, his eyes are much colder)
He apologizes profusely, being a bit self depreciating as he admits that he was still a bit jumpy from his last trek through the woods and was on edge
Arthur accepts this and just tells him to be more careful, though ultimately there was no harm done
Arthur turns away and Leon frowns/glares
Maybe Arthur makes a passing mention of it to Merlin, asking him if he noticed Leon jumpier than usual, and Merlin replies that he hasn't really seemed jumpy per say, but definitely quieter and more closed off
Again, this isn't a huge red flag considering that he went through, but Merlin starts to pay closer attention to Leon, just in case
Leon seems fairly normal. He's a little quicker to temper, and his humor is much darker than usual, and his smiles are more smirks than anything, but he's not really treating anyone any differently
His behavior isn't suspicious, he's not in questionable places, he's just Leon with some survivors guilt and trauma. So Merlin relaxes.
When a mystery assailant keeps setting traps and ambushes for Arthur in cleaver and subtle ways, Merlin is at his wits end trying to figure out who it is. And he’s getting worried, as the last two attempts very nearly succeeded.
Leon is a very patient assassin. This drives Morgana nuts
She demands he meet her outside the castle walls one night when he's on solo rounds of the castle to demand what is taking so long
"Do you want him dead or not?"
"Of course I want him dead, I want him dead NOW. Stop dragging your feet and kill him already!"
And let me tell you, Morgana may have taken control of his loyalty and twisted his motivations, but she could never rid Leon of his sass
"Morgana, this is why you've never managed to kill Arthur. No patience. No attempts on Arthur's life have ever succeeded for a reason, I'm avoiding those mistakes. You can have it done quick or done right, I'm trying to do it right."
In the end, Leon had a valid point, as it was Morgana's impatience that demanded Leon sneak away from his rounds to meet her, and caught Merlin's attention as he saw Leon sneaking into the woods
Merlin follows Leon and sees him meeting with Morgana and every alarm bell goes off in his head. Because Leon despises Morgana, and he would never betray Arthur, never. Not willingly at least. So Merlin figures out that Leon is compromised, and all those near misses on Arthur recently that Merlin couldn't figure out the source of must have been Leon's doing.
Leon tells Morgana she just needs to wait one day more, as he plans to kill Arthur the following night. Morgana hisses at him "see that you do" and leaves
Merlin follows Leon back to the castle where the knight continued on his rounds, prompting Merlin to run to his and Gaius's quarters.
Gaius isn't happy to be woken in the middle of the night, until Merlin explains what he saw
"Leon? Working with Morgana? Are you certain?"
"Pretty sure, yeah. I heard Leon tell Morgana he was going to kill Arthur tomorrow night. Leon would never betray Arthur, especially not to Morgana. She did something to him, I know she has"
They quickly rule out a femora and eventually conclude that it must be an enchantment. One so powerful to bind and manipulate one's loyalties and will would have to have a very specific condition to break it. The only way to stop/ save Leon and protect Arthur is for Merlin to figure out what it is so he can break it
He does not manage to figure it out
So when night comes and Leon is acting shifty as he heads in the direction of Arthur's chambers, Merlin has to do something, prepared or not
He comes up with an excuse or another to get Leon to come with him, its urgent, blah blah blah
Merlin pulls Leon into an empty room where no one would be likely to find them or interrupt them. And Leon tolerates Merlin's rambling excuse for pulling him aside for a few moments before he's had enough and brushes Merlin off, trying to leave
And Merlin doesn't let him, blocking the exit.
Leon is still trying to maintain his cover, but his patience is finally beginning to run out
He tells Merlin to move, he has duties to attend to, and Merlin cuts to the chase. “I can’t let you hurt Arthur, Leon”
And Leon studies Merlin, nods, and breaks out into a wide smirk. “Took you long enough to figure out. What gave me away?”
And Merlin is thrown by the sudden shift in behavior, but as long as Leon is talking he isn’t killing Arthur, so he’ll take it.
“I saw you talking to Morgana. I heard you plotting to kill Arthur.”
And Leon nods, tutting. “I really wish you hadn’t seen that Merlin.”
And Merlin is in desperate ‘try to reason with him’ mode, which is obviously not working because Leon is under a powerful enchantment. And while it was amusing at the start to toy with Merlin, Leon has had enough.
All patience has run out.
"Merlin, if you do not get out of my way and keep your mouth shut, I will kill you, and do so gladly"
Merlin of course does neither of these things.
Leon attacks Merlin, and Merlin barely dodges the sword. Merlin is, understandably, pretty scared. This is someone he considers a close friend, a brother, and he's currently trying to kill him. Merlin tries to talk Leon down, but its not working. There is taunting involved, and some very evil smirks
All the while Leon is swinging at Merlin with his sword, coming very close to hitting Merlin.
The final straw is when Leon knocks Merlin down, stands over him with his sword to his chest, and taunts Merlin that he is going to kill him, and then he's going to kill Arthur, and there is nothing Merlin can do about it
Well. Yes. Yes there is.
Merlin's eyes flash gold and before his eyes can even widen in surprise at this unexpected development, Leon is thrown backwards into a wall. Hard.
His head hits the wall with a sickening crack and collapses into a still heap.
Merlin is very much panicking as he scrambles up and over to Leon, feeling for any sign of a pulse.
He can't find one.
Merlin desperately tries to cast a healing spell but its not working. Leon's dead.
Important note for the record: Merlin did not know Leon was immortal. Merlin also did not know the stipulation that would release Leon from Morgana's enchantment.
So Merlin thinks he just killed a man he viewed as a big brother
He takes this about as well as could be expected: absolutely horribly.
He’s crying, babbling definitely, the words "I'm so sorry" "I didn't mean to" "please wake up" are mixed in there and repeated a lot
And then, lo and behold, Leon woke up
Its hard to say who was more surprised: Leon or Merlin
It would be fair to say Merlin, as his brother he accidentally killed ten minutes ago was sitting up in his arms, definitely alive
But it would also be fair to say Leon, who decidedly was himself again, free of Morgana's enchantment. Which should have been impossible, save from dying at the hand of an immortal. So not only is Leon dealing with being himself again, but he's also processing the information that apparently Merlin is immortal. And oh yeah: killed him by using magic
So they are both freaking out
And Merlin stammers out a mess of words that boils down to "what?? How are you alive? You, you were dead, I know you were dead! Oh gods, you were dead, I killed you, I swear I didn't mean to, you were trying to kill Arthur, you were trying to kill me, I was just trying to stop you, I didn't mean to kill you..." and he's clinging to Leon during this, and is totally not still crying
And Leon eventually manages to get a word in and halt Merlin's rambling with an exasperated and slightly hysterical "Merlin, I'm not dead!"
"You were!"
"Can we focus on that later? Is Arthur alright?"
And now Merlin is instantly back on alert, drawing back a bit to study Leon's face, but still holding his shoulders. "He's fine." At Leon's sigh of relief, Merlin asks slowly "Do you still want to kill him?"
And Leon is instantly horrified and shaking his head vehemently declaring "No!"
And then he stops, thinks, and realizes he truly meant it. He no longer felt any distain towards his friend and king, the sickly poisoning influence from Morgana's enchantment gone
Which was only possible at the hand of another immortal.
Leon's brain is going a million miles an hour, his often misused or missing brain cells taking longer than they should to come to the obvious conclusion, but in his defense, he had a lot to process, and it is a pretty unbelievable conclusion
"Merlin, you said you killed me?"
And the guilt is right back with Merlin apologizing and defending with "I swear I didn't mean to!"
"But you're sure YOU killed me? Absolutely positive?"
And Merlin's starting to get a bit annoyed, why the fuck would he lie about killing a man he viewed as a brother? "Yeah Leon, I'm pretty sure. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it"
If this had been normal circumstances, Leon may have comforted Merlin, but these were most certainly not normal circumstances, because if Merlin killed him, that had to mean one thing:
"Merlin, since when are you immortal?"
What ever Merlin was expecting Leon to say, it sure as fuck wasn't that (friendly reminder that Merlin doesn't know he's immortal at this point)
So it is with very real confusion that he says slowly "I'm... not?"
"Clearly you are, or I would probably be trying to kill you to get to Arthur right now"
This is clearly the wrong thing to say, because Merlin now thinks this is an elaborate trick, and somehow, has come to the conclusion that this isn't even Leon, or if it is, he's a Shade like Lancelot was.
So Merlin scrambles to his feet, grabbing Leon's sword and pointing it at him. Leon raises his hands in alarm and also to placate Merlin (he’s still not used to being immortal and forgot that the sword can’t actually do him permanent harm)
"Merlin, I'm not going to kill you. The enchantment Morgana had over me is gone, you broke it" ("with magic" is screamed loudly in his head, but one earth shattering topic at a time)
"I don't believe you"
"The enchantment had a condition to it: the only way to escape Morgana's control was if another immortal took my life. You killed me, and now that control is gone. I have no desire to hurt Arthur or you, or anyone else in Camelot." I swear to you on-" he goes to say his life and realizes that maybe that wouldn't mean as much anymore and adjusts "I swear to you on my honor as a knight of Camelot."
Merlin doesn't know what to believe. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. So he makes Leon explain everything, which he does. Leon still has all his memories, though some of them seem a little distorted and distant, but still there are the same
When Leon finishes, Merlin puts down the sword, approaches Leon and makes him promise again. He does so, and Merlin finally believes him
He collapses into a sitting position next to Leon, looking exhausted but relieved. They are silent for a bit until finally...
Leon eventually decides its time to address the elephant in the room: "Merlin, how long have you been practicing magic?" It’s said in a way that aims for nonchalance and misses by several miles
Merlin, naturally, goes pale and plays dumb
"Merlin, I saw your eyes glow gold and then I was being flung across the room. That's magic"
And Merlin's still denying it, fiercely, and Leon has had a very long day and an even longer month
"Merlin, I'm having a hard enough time knowing what's real and what's not right now, please don't make me question this too"
And what was Merlin supposed to do? Continue to deny what Leon clearly figured out?
"I was born with it" is whispered, a scared admission
"I didn't think that was possible"
"Yeah well, I'm special"
"I could have told you that Merlin"
This is going much better than Merlin thought it would. He expected anger, yelling at least. Not teasing, as tired as it sounds
"Are you going to tell Arthur?" Is asked in that same scared voice from before
He should. Leon knows he should. As a knight of Camelot, it was his duty to uphold the laws of the kingdom, and magic is against those laws.
But it was also his duty to protect the king, a duty, through no fault of his own, he had abandoned and gone against. Where as Merlin did his job for him.
That and he could not deny his friendship to the younger man, the protective nature he felt for him
Seeing Merlin stare at him with fear and resignation, like he had already been condemned to death, Leon realized there was really only ever one possible response he could give:
"No. I'm not"
Merlin did not expect this.
When he sees Merlin's surprise, Leon gently bumps Merlin with his shoulder. "Merlin, I know you. You would never hurt Arthur, would never do anything to put Camelot in danger. Magic or not, that doesn't change. I would not risk condemning you to exile or death when you have done no harm"
At Merlin's pained look between Leon and the wall, Leon sighs. "I'm fine Merlin. I'm more than fine, you broke Morgana's enchantment. It was not... ideal, but it was the only way"
Merlin shakes his head "Leon, I didn't know. I didn't know you'd come back. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have. I killed you, using magic. How do you not hate me?"
"Merlin," Leon waits for Merlin to make eye contact, putting a hand on Merlin's shoulder. "Magic has saved my life, in the past. And as far as I'm concerned, it saved my soul today. Am I wary of it? Yes, because I have seen the harm it can do in cruel hands. But I also know that it can protect and heal in kind ones. How many times have you saved Arthur's life?"
Startled by the sudden question, Merlin answers honestly "I've lost count"
"How many times have you used your magic to protect, to save?"
"Always"
Leon ruffles Merlin's hair with a ghost of a smile on his lips. "I could never hate you for upholding the same ideals I live by Merlin, regardless of your methods of doing so."
And finally, finally Merlin gets it. He's not going to be imprisoned, he's not going to be outed as a sorcerer, Leon is alive and himself again and has no intention of hurting him, and Merlin doesn't have to worry about losing his friend anymore because apparently he's immortal and he is too but he is not about to deal with that right now (and also let's be real, he’s still going to worry about Leon)
It is with this that Merlin finally relaxes for the first time in a long time, shuffling closer to Leon and leaning against him, the knight putting an arm around him and pulling him close, each taking comfort in the presence of the other
It's a lot to take in, and it will take many conversations and explanations over the next few days and weeks to even begin to unpack and comprehend it all, but for now, each man was left with the relief and knowledge that they were safe with the person beside them.
The end! This is not at all what I thought it would be when I first started to write it, but I'm okay with that. If anyone wants to write this into a proper full length fic feel free to do so, I just ask that you please credit me and send it to me so I can read it!
#merlin#bbc merlin#liv talks melin#sir leon#dark!leon#immortal sir leon#because why not?#character death#its not permanent hes immortal#leon: 'i will die before i betray arthur' me: 'lol yeah you will buddy'#i want it to be known that this is a product of 4am#this got so long dear lord#morgana pendragon#arthur pendragon#in reality leon would probably be an awful assassin or at the very least not as sneaky as i let him be here#but i wanted sassy sneaky assassin man leon so thats what i wrote#bullet fic#fan fic#merlin fanfic#gaius merlin#bbc gaius#this is nothing like how I though this would turn out but I must say I like it all the same#mine#my writing#my fic
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