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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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LBAF IV & BTS:

Since I do this every time, here are some BTS facts about LBAF IV:

Ironically enough, the first scene I wrote is the last scene (David meeting Other Max)

David was initially supposed to be the Prince of Darkness. But then I had a 'vision' about Lance and I was like 'I like this better!' - It also helped me establish Dark Max.

As mentioned before, Camila was supposed to die. Rafael was going to name his daughter after her. But I changed it (thanks annie) and he named her after his first love and best friend.

I wanted Mallory to be a villain who fucked things up so monumentally that the trauma lasts for generations. Mission accomplished.

Mallory was also loosely inspired by a villain called 'Neelambari' in a tamil movie from the early 90s. It was my fave film as a kid and I was obsessed with this character. You can see peak Mallory vibes in this scene at 03.45 (she's the young girl in the purple sari) also max has rajinikanth vibes wtf.

I love the irony of the Clave rumor that Max has a mistress when in fact it is David who is with Other Max.

Cami and Theia parabatai was simply created (other than for plot reasons) because i really felt we needed more female parabatai in tsc.

Atlas and Theia are named in the same way all Blackthorns are - greek/roman history influence.

Theia means Goddess of Light (and she loves the Prince of Darkness) and yesh it was intentional.

Harry, who is a character we are yet to meet, is named after one of my closest friends.

In the original epilogue, we were supposed to get six povs of the six new kids - but i scrapped the whole thing and wrote a kincaid pov.

Kincaid means Head of the Battle or Battle Leader, meaning he is meant to lead the battle against PoD.

There are SO many hints in IALS that Lance is the PoD. I was so terrified one of you might figure it out lmao. Example 01:

Lance's fate was also hinted in DML when David reveals Lucifer is trying to hurt him.

There was a scene where Maryse talks to David and says 'The NY Institute has always been a place for rejects but it ended up being the place where we found the love we deserved'. It got deleted. (maybe in part 5?) It refers to the fact that Robert and Maryse (and Alec) ALSO got exiled from Idris after the Circle and were sent to the NY institute.

And yes Merlin was a gift from Leviathan to Arthur. Other Max looks after him in the future.

Kincaid originally had a black puppy called Bella and I changed it into a black horse. Because I felt Victoria and Kyl wouldn't approve of a cute puppy lol. The horse was also inspired by 'The Ebony Horse' from Arabian Knights.

The Idris Patrol uniform was very much inspired by the House Lannister armor/outfits from Game of Thrones.

David believes Lance is Nico reborn which is why he named Lance's middle name after him.

IALS was inspired by the 'what if' of what if David had left Max after finishing that letter and what if Max didn't know how to get the memories back. It's basically their story in the mundane world - where without magic to make things better everything is more complicated.

Joan's name is inspired by Joan of Arc (who both Liv and Lexi love)

The reason why Kincaid doesn't like Iris/Malik is that he feels he and Arthur were supposed to have the same story (childhood friends to lovers) but they couldn't.

And finally, Paradise Lost (the book David carries around in the entire fic) is about the story of Adam and Eve getting exiled from the Garden of Eden which was a metaphor for Mavid getting exiled from Idris.

#i can't remember the others hehe bye #lbaf #my writing

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winterknights · 1 year

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Fic: Winging It

Title: Winging It Author: NotInPublic Pairing(s): Merlin/Arthur Prompt: Merlin/Arthur. Widower Arthur is not interested in love; after all, he had his one great love. His kids disagree. Cue kids trying to find him a boyfriend/girlfriend for Christmas Word Count: 36,814 Rating: NC-17 Contains (Highlight to view): *Grief, off-page character death, potential internalised homophobia, pining, slow burn, wanking, handjobs, blowjobs.* Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Notes: The biggest thank you to my beta Remaymber! All remaining mistakes are my own. Summary: "Dad, you need to get a life." "I already have a life, Liv." Arthur replied indignantly, gesturing around them at their very real kitchen, in their very real house "I have you and your sisters." She rolled her eyes with all the exasperation of a fifteen year old in full belief of their all-encompassing knowledge of the world. "That is tragic. You are tragic. You can't be serious?" As the conversation veered from mildly insulting to painfully near-the-knuckle, he'd felt self-indignation begin to rear its head. "Excuse me, miss. I didn't think that's how we talked to each other in this house." "Don't deflect." She shot back, hands on her hips. Not for the first time, Arthur wondered if all the therapy since Gwen’s death really had been a good idea. "It's been three years Dad, you need to get back out in the world." Her voice lowered, soft and gentle "meet someone maybe?"

Link to work on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43380024

#character: arthur #character: merlin #pairing: merlin/arthur #rating: nc-17 #merthur #winterknights #merlin fanfic

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whcwashe · 2 years

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I like that they based Liv’s dad vaguely off of Baron Winters, mostly because the man is just so fucking extra. His house can go anywhere in time that he wants it to, he has a doorway to what’s basically the Garden of Eden, would never be caught dead without his cape, and has 1 single friend (his pet leopard, Merlin, who he talks to).

#ooc #comic pages #{ jasper }#I CAN NOT AND WILL NOT EVER GET OVER HIM

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whichwitchwins · 5 months

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HI!

i am liv!

minor

My fandoms include (but are not limited to!):

good omens

ofmd

fleabag

marauders (obligatory fuck jk rowling here)

merlin bbc

percy jackson I CANT WAIT FOR THE SHOW AH

grishaverse (espec six of crows)

whatever you want to call an obsession with music (spotify wrapped fears me) - i especially love 70s and 90s rock (and adjacent) as well as hozier, florence and the machine and TS (eras tour next feb!!)

anything else any mutual wants to talk to me about believe me i am OPEN

spotify!

pinterest!

i don’t usually post things (reblog gal forever) but who knows!

#good omens #ofmd #intro post #the marauders

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hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink · 1 year

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Tacenda - Chapter 28 Snippet

Eleanor picks Liv up walking to the bathroom door. “Joe, can you put Liv’s clothes in the wash please?” She shouts down the stairs.

There’s silence before a series of bangs echo downstairs.

“I’m going out.” She hears Joe shout before the front door slams.

“Oh you arse!” Eleanor shouts after him, annoyed at him leaving her to do all the work.

“Arse!” Liv shouts with a giggle.

“Oh crap no, don’t say that.” Eleanor says desperately before turning and putting Liv into the bath. She sighs wondering how she’s going to get washed herself now Joe’s left her to it. She can’t just leave a one-year-old unaccompanied.

“Guess it’s just us.” Eleanor tells Liv before getting a face full of water as Liv happily splashes the bubbles drenching Eleanor with bubbly water. “Thank you.”

Liv laughs again as Eleanor starts to work on getting the porridge out of Liv’s hair. Liv continuing to splash her as she goes.

Eleanor’s brooding at the thought of getting ready for Theo turning up, at least he was waiting for her to call him and say when Joe left. She hears the front door open and her mood instantly lifts.

Oh thank Merlin, Joe’s took pity on her and came back.

“Joe you don’t have to clean.” She shouts towards the open bathroom door. “Just watch Liv whilst I have a shower.”

There’s no answer and she curses him, the little dickhead. It’s not hard to watch a baby for 10 minutes whilst she quickly washes her hair.

She’s just grabbed the shampoo to work on a particularly sticky knot when she hears someone walk behind her.

“I haven’t finished washing her yet, I’ll be about 15 minutes if this damn porridge comes out.” Eleanor states rubbing more shampoo onto it and creating a bubble halo around Liv’s head.

“That’s alright I don’t mind waiting.”

Eleanor turns in horror as she recognises Theo’s voice. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he looks down at her kneeling beside the bath drenched in dirty, bubbly water, with porridge hair and sticky pyjamas.

“Oh God.” She mutters, her voice full of despair.

Theo raises his eyebrows at her. “I’ll be honest dear, that wasn’t the response I was hoping for.”

Eleanor swallows as she runs a bubbly hand over her face. “I didn’t mean you, I meant me. I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this.” She says gesturing to herself utterly stressed.

Theo looks at her his brow pulling into a frown before moving to sit beside her on the floor.

“Hiya.” Liv shouts waving at him. Eleanor gives her a fond smile, she is kind of cute despite the chaos she’d caused.

Theo grins at her letting out an amused laugh. “Hello. It’s been a while.”

Liv laughs turning her attention back to the water. Theo gives her an amused look before focusing on Eleanor. “I don’t see what’s wrong with how you look.” He tells her softly before his eyes focus on a spot at the side of her face. “Except for the excess of food in your hair.”

Eleanor groans closing her eyes with embarrassment. She feels Theo’s hands gently cup her face. “Hey don’t be embarrassed.” He tells her sweetly. “I’m assuming Liv was the source of it. Besides it’s kind of cute.”

Eleanor gives him a disbelieving look. “Right, scruffy mess is such a cute look right now.”

Theo shrugs with a small smirk. “I dunno but you seem to be pulling it off.”

Liv screams pulling Eleanor’s attention back to her. She’s just threw her toy across the bath and wants it back. Yep, one of those days.

“Here.” Eleanor says handing the toy back. “I’d better finish getting her washed.”

Theo nods getting into a more comfortable position as he watches her.

“She’s bigger.” Theo observes as Eleanor starts to rinse Liv’s hair.

“Yeah babies grow really quickly.” She states.

Theo purses his lips. “It’s strange, I thought they’d grow the same as us.”

“We slow down as we get older.” Eleanor states lifting Liv out of the bath. “Pass me that towel please.”

Theo turns around and smiles as he looks at the duck towel he hands to Eleanor.

“I guess so but it’s kind of scary. She didn’t talk the last time, not words anyway.”

“It can be scary. When she was really little it was like coming home to a different little sister every time.”

“I bet that was weird.” Theo says as Eleanor wraps Liv in the towel, bringing the duck hood over her head. Theo’s lips pull up at the sight.

“Yeah it was, it was strange having a baby in the house full stop but one that changed when we were away was just… anyway, I love her. Come on her clothes are in her room.”

They walk into Liv’s room Theo looking around curiously at the baby stuff.

“What are these?” He asks picking up a nappy.

“Ooh I need one of those, pass it over please.” She states. “And that bottle there the white one.”

Theo does so, walking over to where she’s putting Liv on the changing table.

“It’s a nappy, it’s underwear that absorb pee and poo so it doesn’t go everywhere. And this is baby powder, we put it on her to help dry her skin so she doesn’t get sores or something.”

Theo pulls a disgusted face. “Doesn’t she use the toilet?”

Eleanor lets out a surprised laugh. “No, babies need to learn how to use the toilet. She can’t even walk properly yet.”

Theo nods. “Oh right yeah… that’s gross.”

Eleanor laughs nodding. “It is but it’s not too bad, she’s only small.”

Theo gives her a dubious look before watching as she dresses Liv in a set of dungarees and a t-shirt. Eleanor lifts her up placing a kiss on her cheek before turning to Theo with a small smile.

“Can I ask you a favour?” She says uncertainly.

“Yeah, anything.” Theo says.

“Could you watch Liv while I have a shower? You don’t need to do anything. She’ll just play with her toys all you need to do is make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

Theo looks at Liv in fear before straightening up and nodding. “Um, yeah okay. I guess it can’t be too hard right.”

“Yeah except she moves now.” Eleanor says putting Liv on the floor.

“She what?” Theo asks looking terrified.

“Don’t worry she mostly crawls, you’ll be able to catch her. Just pick her up and put her back in that spot. Come and get me if there’s any issues, I won’t be long.”

Eleanor doesn’t give Theo a chance to respond before she rushes into the bathroom. She really needs to have a wash. She showers as quickly as possible before grabbing a towel and rushing into her room. She dresses as quickly as she can throwing on a pair of wide leg jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt. It’s not the best but it’ll have to do.

Eleanor quickly makes her way into the nursery to see Theo lying on his side playing with the building blocks Liv hands to him. She automatically smiles at the sight.

“Having fun?” She asks.

Theo looks up his lips pulling up into a breath-taking grin. “Absolutely, I have to admit I’m fond of these things.” He lifts a block in the air happily.

Eleanor laughs before picking Liv up, Theo clambering to his feet beside them.

“They are entertaining.” Eleanor agrees.

They go downstairs where Theo cleans the kitchen for her with a wave of his wand. She can’t hold back a smile as she realises, she didn’t ask him to help her with that, he just did it. More than she can say about Joe the little prick.

They play in the garden with Liv for a while, taking advantage of the nice weather. She sits on a picnic blanket with her toys whilst they lay on the grass talking. At lunch time they take her inside and Theo manages to get her to eat some pasta, she said no repeatedly to Eleanor but apparently Theo is irrefusable. To which Theo gives Eleanor an extremely smug look.

Eleanor goes to put Liv down for a nap before returning to her room, she walks in finding Theo looking at the pictures on her corkboard.

“See anything you like?” She asks repeating his question from his house.

He turns to her with a small smile. “A few things.” He replies. “I like these photos, your family seems great. They really love you.”

“They are.” Eleanor says moving to her bed, taking a seat as she watches Theo look around her room.

“I like this too, what is it?” He asks lifting her stuffed elephant.

“That’s an elephant.” She says smiling at the toy. Theo looks at it utterly confused.

“What’s that?”

“An animal, I’ll take you the zoo one day.” She promises him.

Theo grins before putting it back, he continues around the room his eyes roaming over all the objects there.

“They’re in the drawer over there.” Eleanor says watching Theo with a small smirk.

“What?” Theo asks with a furrowed brow.

“My knickers, they’re in that drawer considering you liked them so much last time.” She laughs watching Theo’s face drop.

“Nora I wasn’t sniffing your kickers.” He protests, a delicate blush coating his cheeks.

“I never said you were.” She laughs. “Should I be offended you weren’t?”

Theo shakes his head, his eyes wide. “No, I just didn’t want to be… rude. I would love to sniff your knickers.”

Eleanor lets out a loud laugh relaxing back into her pillows before patting the bed. Theo instantly deserts surveying her room to lie on the bed beside her.

He gives her a small smile. “I like your room.”

“I like you being in my room.” She tells him, her heart hammering at the thought of Theo being on her bed with her.

He moves a little closer. “Any particular reason why?” He asks quietly.

Eleanor brings her hand up, running her fingers over his chest wishing she could rip his shirt off.

“A few.” She admits.

Theo smirks at her. “Like what?”

Eleanor moves forward watching him with hooded eyes. Her desire growing as she stares at his plump lips.

She hesitates a moment before leaning over and joining their lips in an exited kiss, the thought of them being alone and sober making Eleanor giddy as her body buzzes with anticipation.

It’s been so long since she’s properly kissed him, coherently that is, it’s almost dizzying. She leaves her lips on his as she tries to ground herself, her heart thundering in her chest and her hands shaking slightly.

Theo doesn’t make a move to deepen the kiss, instead opting to wait for Eleanor to take control. He seems to be letting her set the pace and it adds to her desire, her stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of him prioritising her needs over his.

She smiles into the kiss before starting to move her mouth, Theo happily reciprocates, his hand travelling up her arm and tangling into her hair. Eleanor presses forward swiping her tongue along his bottom lip causing his hand tightens in her hair as he opens his mouth to allow her to caress his tongue with her own.

Eleanor moves forward, her slight hesitation melting into confidence as the familiar feeling of longing for Theo grows, the kiss turning greedy as she throws her leg over his waist, straddling him to get a better angle.

Theo lets out a loud groan at the movement, his hand releasing her hair to grasp her waist firmly pulling her down against himself. Eleanor is lost in the sensation but pulls away to catch her breath, Theo isn’t content to let her go though. Instead he trails his mouth along her jaw, travelling toward her neck as he worships her skin.

Eleanor closes her eyes angling her head back to give him better access, a quiet sigh parting her lips. Heat starts to pool in her stomach and her hips move involuntarily, her eyes shooting open as wiggles back onto Theo’s hardened cock.

Oh.

Theo stops kissing her and she looks down to see him staring at her with parted lips. She’s not sure if he’s watching her with concern or pleasure, he seems conflicted. She’s a little conflicted. They’re meant to be taking it slow.

“Nora.” He starts but she moves her hips again, grinding down on his crotch drawing a low moan out of him that causes the knot in her stomach to tighten. Fuck, she loves hearing those noises.

“Keep going.” She tells him, rolling her hips again. Fuck taking it slow, her hormones scream at her.

Theo drops his head back, eyes closing as his grasp tightens. He takes a second before reattaching his mouth to her neck with a heated desperation. Eleanor whimpers as she threads her fingers into his hair, pressing herself closer to him.

“Theo.” She sighs before moving back her hands automatically going to his shirt clumsily tugging at the buttons. Theo doesn’t give her a chance, instead he undoes the top one and impatiently pulls the shirt over his head before pressing a sloppy kiss to Eleanor’s mouth his hand pressing firmly against her lower back. Her entire body flat against his front.

“Are you sure?” He asks into the kiss.

“Yes.” Eleanor replies breathlessly.

She can feel him smile as he flips them so Eleanor’s lying on the bed staring up at him. He looks like an angel with the light of the window surrounding him, his hair amess and pupils blown.

Eleanor reaches down and tugs the hem of her shirt before lifting it off and chucking it to the side. Theo stares at her in amazement before bending down and pressing open mouthed kisses to the swell of her breasts. She bites her lip as she watches Theo’s mouth move along her skin. The marks he leaves causing her to squirm with wanting.

“Have you got your wand?” She asks.

Theo sends her a curious look through his lashes, refusing to detach himself from her chest. “Why?”

“For the spell.” She replies.

“What spell?” He asks, his voice muffled by her breast.

“The contraceptive one.”

Theo glances up at her. “Can’t you do it again? I don’t want to stop.”

Eleanor freezes at his response. “Again?”

“Mmm.” Theo mumbles against her making her shudder at the sensation. “I can if you want me to but I really like doing this.”

Eleanor’s blood turns cold and her stomach drops.

“Theo stop.” She says pushing at his head. He lets out a small noise of protest but moves back anyway, leaning on his heels as he stares at her.

“What’s wrong? Is it just for me to do the spell or do you want to stop-stop?” He asks kindly.

Eleanor’s staring at him with an open mouth. “Please tell me you did it last time.”

“Did what?” He asks his words thick with confusion.

“The spell.”

“What do you mean?”

“Theo did you use the contraceptive charm last time?” She asks her voice shaking, as nausea beings to overwhelm her.

Theo shakes his head. “No, you did it.”

Eleanor takes a deep breath, her stomach twisting as she realises they hadn’t used a contraceptive charm.

“Shit.” She sits up straight her mind reeling and her heart beating rapidly. How could they be so stupid?

“What’s wrong?” Theo asks placing a hand on her arm comfortingly, panic crossing his features as he watches her.

“Theo I didn’t do the spell.” She tells him. Theo looks bewildered before his eyes widen almost comically, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh.” Eleanor says bringing her hand to her mouth to chew her nails. How could they have forgot a fucking contraceptive charm? Theo runs a hand through his hair whilst Eleanor jumps off the bed and starts to pace, dread taking over.

#theo nott fan fic #theodore nott x original character #theodore nott fan fic #theodore nott fanfiction #theo nott fanfiction #tacenda chapter 28 #tacenda fic #ao3fic #golden trio era fic #gryffindor x slytherin #slytherin x gryffindor #friends to enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers #forbidden love #forbidden relationship

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weaselbrownie · 3 years

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Hi bestie!!

I want to request draco fingering y/n cause I feel like he would be so good at that 😻

jealousy, jealousy | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco getting jealous of you kissing harry

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, degrading (not really idk), in public, female recieving

word count : 2.1K

a/n : this doesn't actually have anything to do with liv's song but 🤷🏻‍♀️

MASTERLIST

"Draco what the fuck!"

Your voice was vibrating through the walls, breath short as you chased Draco down an empty corridor. It was late, students are off to bed but you and Draco had to patrol around the castle as it was your prefect duty. "Merlin, you are being stupid y'know that?" You shouted at him, your hand extending out to reach him but once again missed as he moved to walk faster.

Draco stopped in his track as he heard the words slip past your lips, "Oh, I'm the stupid one?" His words cut sharp into the thick atmosphere as he turned his body to face you, his towering figure looking down at you with piercing bright eyes.

"Yes, you are!" You huffed, walking closer to his figure that repels the moonlight slipping in through the open spaces of the building. "What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" The pitch of your voice gliding higher as you got closer to the boy.

Even in the half-lit hallway, you could make out his face, every feature of his glowing. "You! You are my problem" His jaw tightens at the mention of you, his figure going stiff as you froze in front of him. "So what do you do when I'm not around, huh? Snog the whole Gryffindor house?" You could feel the anger and disappointment radiating off of him.

"W–What are you talking abou-"

"Oh don't be like that, I saw how you were with Potter" Draco moved as he took small steps towards you, cutting off your sentence before you could get everything out, "I thought you said you were gonna study with him" He folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing out as he waited for your response.

"I was studying with him!" You mimicked his movement, standing straight to fold your arms in front of your chest, looking up to challenge the taller boy.

He lifted his brows at your words as if he didn't believe a single word you just said. "Oh sweetheart, I don't think studying involves shoving your tongue down his throat" His chuckles were dark, teasing you knowing he caught you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing.

You didn't feel bad anymore, the anger in you started to overpower all the other emotions trying to peek out. "Why do you care? It's nothing to you!" You spat out the words from the back of your throat, taking another step until you could smell the peppermint and citrus of his cologne dancing around him.

"I don't" He simply said,

"You know what..." Your voice barely above a whisper, dropping your arms to your sides as your fist form a ball "...'m not gonna stand here and let you be an asshole just because you're jealous" Your light words left your lips as your rushed to move away from him, your shoulder bumping his arm as you marched to leave him.

He didn't follow you at first, your legs kept moving to take steps away from the still boy "Take that back..." You heard him, his footsteps started to echo down the hallway, faster and faster until you felt his balmy palm closing around your bicep, pulling you back onto his chest to turn you in your spot. "Fucking take that back, Y/N!" You kept your gaze on his chest, his voice loud and sharp as it cuts your circulation.

You took a moment to look up, trailing your gaze up his chest to meet his eyes, those piercing grey eyes looking down at you as roaring fire burns behind those cold orbs. "Make me" The words left your lips as you watched him, how the two of you were so close in each other's embrace forgetting that this universe was not just yours and his.

And for a moment the world went silent, everything was still and it was just the two of you in rays of the moonlight, standing in the middle of the half-lit hallways of the castle you call home. But that wasn't exactly true, home isn't just a place, home is a person, and it looks like you might have just found another home, standing in front of you– towering over you as the anger still lay beneath all his calm emotions.

You watched as his eyes traced your face, moving slowly as it went back and forth to your lips. His jaw tightens as his mind scrambles with the thought of you and your lips.

It was wrong per se, you have been friends from before Hogwarts and it seems wrong to think of you in such a filthy way, but his mind was loud, too loud to control until he stopped the tumultuous shouting in his head, crashing his lips on yours– pushing you backward until your back thud against the stone wall in between the pane glass window of the hallway.

"Yeah? s'this what you want?" His lips left yours for a second, coming up for air before latching back down onto your jugular, sucking light purple hues right under your ear. "'m asking, is this what you want?" He asked again, the sensation on your neck loosened as you got your mind straight.

You still couldn't answer his question, groaning against him as your fingers found their way up to his body, scratching the material of his robe to hold on to anything you could. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop Y/N" His muffled groan vibrated through your body and straight into your panties, the tingly feeling in your stomach coming to life when you felt a wet patch attached to your cunt.

You shook your head, pleas slipping past your lips as you were putty in your best friend's arm "N-No please don't stop" The noises coming out of your mouth sound pathetic. Everything from the deepest part of your dream was coming true. How you have been longing for his touch, curious as to how his warm skin would burn into yours, conceiving an addictive effect much like drugs.

For the longest time you have tried so hard to keep all your emotions away, he was your best friend and you were his, you weren't meant to do what lovers do, but here you were. Tangled in each other arms in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by, couldn't even make it to a closed space.

Your eyes stayed close, savoring the sensation of how his hands roamed your body, slipping past your shirt to grasp every inch of your skin. You needed more and you were sure he did too, but then he pulled away. His lips leaving your skin felt like a thousand blades dropping on you at once.

"Would you look at that..." His mouth trails your hairline, murmuring words into you "...it's the Gryffindor tower, I wonder if Potter s'still awake" He was quick to turn you around, moving you to stand in front of the window outlooking the great Gryffindor tower not too far from where you stood.

You didn't know what he was planing, the nerves in your stomach exploding as you waited seconds that felt like days for him to continue with his actions. "Let's put on a show shall we..." His lips lingered on the shell of your ear "...a special show for your precious Potter" His hands began to roam you again, slipping past the fabric of your clothes to trace your skin.

You couldn't answer him with your words, rather just nod and grunt as he pushed his crotch into you, making sure you could feel the hard outline of his hard-on pressed up against your butt. Everything was going on at once, you couldn't focus on just one action. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his body, his cock, all rubbing up on you, drenching your panties that lie beneath your skirt.

"Desperate are we?" He chuckled to himself, his hands slithering down your body until he reached your exposed thighs, your skirt riding up as you continued to grind your butt into him.

"Shut up" You mumbled, your hands steadying yourself on the windowpane as Draco continued to roam every inch of your body. You couldn't see it but you felt it, one of his hands circling to move your panties to the side, leaving your cunt bare for him to trace the outer lips of your cunt, gathering all the dripping juices to better slick your pussy.

"No y/n, you're gonna shut up" His fingers slip past your clenching hole, diving deep into your cunt as the sliver rings that sat on his fingers made contact with your clit, jolting you up when the cool sensation hit your heat.

Your mind started to go blank once again as you took all the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers diving deep into you as your juices leaked down your thighs. "S-Shit... feel s'good" Your back arced as the time goes on, slurring your words as you turned to mush under his control.

"I bet you'd let him do this too huh?..." His voice so deep behind you as his free hand went to roam your chest "...play with your pretty little pussy" He slipped the buttons of your shirt through the hole as the lining of your bra peeked through the half-open material.

You cursed and whined, trying to control your moans as he started to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching you out from the inside "Well guess what darling..." His lips lingered, tracing kisses up your neck, sucking the sweet spot under your ear "...you're mine now, got it?"

You could feel your orgasm peeking through the corner, your mind going foggy as you felt your breasts slipping out from under you and into the open air. "Y-Yours... O-Only yours" You chanted the words like a prayer, locking the statement in your mind that you're his and only his.

By now you were half-naked, rocking your hips into him as you chased your orgasm. Your breasts pressing up against the cool pane window as his fingers curled to hit the spongey spot inside you. Anybody in the Gryffindor tower could've seen you and Draco, you were just praying they didn't.

It didn't take long for your breath to become short, you could practically feel your heartbeat vibrating through your body, rocking you to orgasm. "Oh n-no, shit 'm gonna cum..." You whined as you threw your head back, your nails digging into the boy's forearm. "...please can I c-cum" You waited for his answer, the coil in your stomach kicking you in the guts, begging to be let out.

"Y'wanna cum on my fingers?" You couldn't answer him, repeatedly nodding pleading for him to give you permission. "Go on then" His voice tuned out, the world going silent once again as you let go of the burning coil in your abdomen. Coating his fingers in more of your juices as he continued to pump his fingers into you, helping you ride out your high.

You felt your legs going numb, shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your head spinning as you felt his fingers leaving your cunt, trailing it up your body until you were met with his fingers– slick with your orgasm, proding at your mouth "Open up" The tone in his voice completely changed into a more nurturing demeanor.

You obeyed him, leaning back onto him as you parted your lips, accepting his fingers into your mouth before sucking on them. "Good girl... didn't even need to tell you what to do" You heard him, your chest still heaving as he trailed his mouth on the side of your face.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving your mouth with a pop before helping you to dress. Buttoning your shirt as he turned you in your spot, finally getting a view at your flushed face. You watched him with amusement as your breath started to get back to normal, your gaze locking his as his hand moved to caress your cheeks, bringing your lips to his once more.

"Too bad Potter didn't see that"

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @whenuwereyoung @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @youreso-golden @mzmalice3 @desiredmalfoy @hyuckiesgf @yiamalfoy @acciodignity @teenwolfbitches28 @emma67 @venusmalfoyyy @spencerva

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botanicallyinclinednerd · 2 years

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Leon is an absolute legend for going from “Sire, your wife is a troll, you shouldn’t tax the people so much they will starve, and its not a good idea to entertain guests right now cause your wife is a TROLL” to being set on following the order not to let anyone in the room when the only occupants are Arthur and Uther and the sound of fighting are audible through the door

#hes a legend for this #sir leon #liv talks merlin #bbc merlin #merlin

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nicola-coughlan · 2 years

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timestamp roulette challenge ✨

i’m bored and i don’t know what to gif, so send me a ✨ + an episode or movie (list below the cut) and i’ll make you a gifset,* timestamp roulette-style

*i can’t promise that i will get to all of them but i will try!

SHOWS • 9-1-1 • 9-1-1: lone star • agent carter • agents of shield • anne with an e • the baby-sitters club • daredevil • the defenders • derry girls • dickinson • the falcon and the winter soldier • ginny & georgia • hart of dixie • the haunting of bly manor • the haunting of hill house • hawkeye • iCarly 2021 • inhumans • iron fist • it’s a sin • jessica jones • julie and the phantoms • liv and maddie • loki • love victor • lucifer • luke cage • madre solo hay dos • the marvelous mrs. maisel • merlin • midnight mass • mythic quest • never have i ever • new amsterdam • one day at a time • the punisher • runaways • saved by the bell 2020 • schitt’s creek • schmigadoon • sex education • shadow and bone • station 19 • stranger things • ted lasso • the wilds • vida • vigil • wandavision

MOVIES • 10 things i hate about you • about time • ant-man 1-2 • the avengers • avengers 1-4 • birds of prey • black panther • black widow • camp rock • captain america 1-3 • captain marvel • carol • clueless • crazy rich asians • deadpool 1-2 • descendants 1-3 • doctor strange • emma 2020 • enola holmes • everybody's talking about jamie • fear street 1-3 • guardians of the galaxy vol. 1 • guardians of the galaxy vol. 2 • gunpowder milkshake • happiest season • harry potter 1-8 • high school musical 1-3 • hocus pocus • how the grinch stole christmas • in the heights • iron man 1-3 • jennifer's body • knives out • little women 2019 • love, simon • mean girls • pride and prejudice 2005 • rafiki • ready or not • saving face • shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings • spider-man 1-2 (mcu) • the chronicles of narnia: the lion, the witch and the wardrobe • the incredible hulk • the old guard • the prom • thor 1-3 • tick tick boom • to all the boys 1-3

#valentina.txt #timestamp roulette

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sitp-recs · 3 years

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Hi Liv, thanks for opening the asks again and for all your hard work!!!! Do you happen to know any more fics with terribly angsty, domestic HD? I'm talking Grounds for divorce, Salt on the western wind, The bolthole... The sort of relationship where they both think they can't be together (or don't recognise their feelings) yet can't help but indulge in being domestic and painfully, quietly romantic?? Thanks a lot!

Hi darling, thanks so much! Love the fics you mentioned there - I never thought about “domestic angst” but ahh that’s such a heart aching trope 🙌🏼 hope you enjoy these:

Tuxedo Angel by tryslora (2013, E, 25k)

Harry and Neville are looking for the infamous Dragon Lily, a Dark witch active throughout Europe and Asia. Instead, they find the Tuxedo Angel, a beautiful witch performing in Rome.

Stain of Silence by brummell (2013, E, 28k)

After the war, Draco serves out his sentence in Harry Potter's house.

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (2018, M, 29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

The Green Vial by eidheann (2015, E, 31k)

After months of seeing Harry Potter walk into his Apothecary disappointed and hopeless, Draco offers to carry the baby that Harry can't. Now he's just got to hide the fact that he's been half in love with Harry for years.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (2008, E, 34k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

You open always (petal by petal) by birdsofshore (2017, E, 65k)

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

The Claiming of Grimmauld Place by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 74k)

When Grimmauld Place begins fighting against Harry’s ownership of it, he decides he needs help to train the historic home — but little does he expect that it’ll be Malfoy who’s most suitable for the challenge.

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (2019, E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (2013, M, 82k) - cw: Major permanent disability, extreme angst

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (2019, E, 99k)

Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (2018, E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (2016, T, 159k)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him.

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n (2015, E, 180k)

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #domestic angst

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madsmazing · 3 years

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D.M. Fanfic

Part Five

• please comment name suggestions I don’t have any ideas :)

The first week of classes went by in a blur, and before I knew it, we were sitting in the great hall eating dinner before our weekend break. We had all turned our packets into Professor McGonagall this morning, and we finally felt a bit less stressed. Sure, we didn’t know how this was going to work, but we gossiped about it constantly. It became a running theme in the girl’s conversations about who we thought we were going to get matched with. Ester kept saying she didn’t agree with the marriage law, however, she really loved to talk about it at any given chance.

“You think Ron and Hermione will end up together?” Ester questioned us; Kai rolled his eyes at her but put his arm around her none the less. I let out a short laugh and responded, “Probably.”

“Logically, whoever we get paired with should be our perfect match based off how we answered the questions.” Liv butted in; she had a point.

“Oh merlin, what if you get paired with Harry?” Ester exclaimed, worry filling her face. I had told them the minute I got back to the dorm what happened. They all decided that we needed to cuddle up and let Liv read to us, until we all fell asleep. Liv fell asleep first though and Jasper had to take over. A smile slipped onto my face at the memory from the other night.

“I don’t think we will, E. We don’t value the same things, like each-other for example. I just don’t see it happening with the way they’re pairing us.” I responded, eating more of my food.

“I think you’ll get paired with Malfoy.” Jasper stated casually, causing me to inhale my food. Coughing up, what felt like my entire lung, feeling both disgusting and embarrassed. Kai handed me my water, helping me clear my throat. By the time I had calmed down my throat was sore, and the great hall had fallen quiet. If my cheeks weren’t red as raspberries from choking, they were from embarrassment.

“Aw she’s all choked up over the thought.” Kai teased, causing me to shoot him a glare.

“Why would you think me, and Draco would get paired together?” Ester cleared her throat, nodding her head behind me where a certain bleach haired boy was walking up.

“Hey Darcy, you, okay?” Draco leaned to my ear to ask. I nodded, “Yeah, just got a bit choked up.” I said turning my face towards him.

“Well, I brought you some tea, we had extra at our table, and I notice you lot didn’t.” He stated, pushing the cup into my hand.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” I smiled at him.

“Yeah whatever.” He turned his face away from mine, and I could faintly see some warmth creeping up on his pale cheeks.

Just about that time, Harry walked over to us. My smile that had formed on my face, immediately dropped.

“Hey, Mae.” Harry spoke quietly with guilt lacing his tone.

“Fuck off, Potter.” Malfoy spoke sternly, with a bit of force. It was kind of hot to be honest.

“I got it, thanks again Draco.” I smiled at him, but he gave me a confused, hurt, look. Draco stormed off out of the great hall, causing a sinking feeling in my chest. Did I say something wrong?

“What is it, Harry?” I asked annoyed.

“Could you meet me later after dinner, in our spot?” I eyed him suspiciously but nodded. He grinned from ear to ear, pleased with my answer.

“That’s why.” Jasper commented, after Harry walked away, gesturing to the tea in my hands. He had put a healing rune in it, but that could be our secret. A smile slipped on my face; however, it didn’t matter how much Draco cared about me. Before I could even think about what could be there, I needed to care about me.

After dinner I went to me and Harry’s “spot” in the forbidden forest. Jasper and Kai followed behind, because Olive gave a statistic that most of the time people get sexually assaulted by someone they know. Not that I think Harry would, but Liv freaked me out and you never know. Better safe than sorry.

When I got to the clearing, all my memories from our first few months of our relationship came rushing back.

The spring air was refreshing as the smell of rain hung to it. The grass was shiny from the water and the yellow blanket we were laying on was damp because of it.

Harry’s green eyes looked into mine. His green was lighter than mine, but he always said that my eyes were like looking into a jewel. We laid there just soaking in each other's presence, before he spoke.

“I’m extremely worried about Voldemort.” I knew this, it’s all he ever talked about, and I get it. I just wish he would let me help.

“I know you are, but everything always turns out okay. It’ll work itself out, just try not to get hurt.” I laced my fingers with his.

“Do you think we’re forever, Mae?” Harry looked at me a bit unconvinced.

“I don’t know Harry, we could be. Forever is a long time and we’re only sixteen.” He nodded.

“Well, you’re fifteen.” He corrected. I shook my head at him, letting go of his hand.

“Harry, my birthday was yesterday.” I reminded.

“That’s right”

Even my pleasant memories were getting clouded by his lack of care for me. We actually only went to this spot, maybe five times, but it was the only place we ever got to be alone, making it somewhat special.

Harry was standing in the middle of the flowers, holding a bouquet of his own and a gift bag. There were fairy lights hung around and a blanket with chocolate frogs on it to snack on. I huffed out a sigh walking towards him.

“Hey, Harry.” I greeted, with a wave. This was so awkward.

“I got you flowers!” They were red roses and they looked very nice. I preferred white hydrangeas, but I can’t blame him for trying.

“I see that, thank you.” I gave him a closed lip smile.

“Here sit down.” We moved to sit on the blanket, and I could feel the grass below giving me comfort.

“I got you chocolate frogs, your favorite.” Harry continued handing me the frogs. They were actually his favorite, my favorite are exploding Bon Bons, I really liked the feeling. I know, weird right.

“Thanks Harry.” He nodded, handing me the gift bag.

“Here, last thing I promise! Open it!” I pulled the tissue paper off exposing a jewelry box, when I opened it, it held a silver dainty necklace that had the name Harry on it. My stomach started turning, why would I want his name on my neck. All I could see when I looked at it, was a collar. It made me sick, and I quickly shut the necklace back in the jewelry case. It was sliver too, and I only wear gold. It was just a preference, but I quickly came to the realization that I made the right decision the other day.

“What do you think? Can we get back together?” I shook my head and started standing up.

“Harry, I appreciate all of this. I really do. I just can’t get back with you. I need to figure me out, and honestly Harry, you don’t know me at all. Why are you trying to get me back?” I stated calmly, I didn’t look away from him this time. Which made me proud of myself. He stood up too, but there was a distance between us that I tried to maintain. Just like our relationship.

“I just don’t understand where it went wrong.” Harry stated, to him this was a failure. Harry Potter was a lot of things, but a failure was not one of them. Being a war hero is great for the world, but not for relationships.

“Friends?” I questioned, sticking my hand out between us. He gave me a tight smile, before shaking my hand.

“Friends.” I smiled at him, turning and leaving the clearing.

Jasper and Kai came out of hiding and walked with me back to the common room. Kai slung his arm over my shoulders, “I’m proud of you, Mae.” Jasper grabbed my hand giving it a little squeeze. “Me too, Angel.” I rolled my eyes, but secretly enjoyed the praise.

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The Shape of Things To Come

Chapter 4: Ambitions and Expectations

Liv pinched her brow and rubbed her eyes. It had been a long, exhausting week, starting off with a sleep-deprived Monday following the Quidditch victory festivities, and the week had carried on with a heavy workload. Hoping to catch up on her work, the Head Girl had reserved a table in the Library and spread her books and notes out around herself. The common room was always busy and she needed space and air to breathe and think as she worked. The Library was where she felt most comfortable and she had found a nice spot to the back of it where she had some privacy.

She sat hunched over her work, exhausted and annoyed with her lack of progress, when suddenly, movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Someone was carrying far too many books at once and they were about to fall over with the lot of them.

“Careful, watch out!” The pile of books tipped in Liv’s direction and she whipped her wand up to levitate them before they could crash to the ground.

“Oh, sorry!” Helen peered out from behind the wall of books that Liv eased down on the table in a neat pile.

“No harm done,” Liv gave a smile as she recognised her and put her wand down again before returning her attention to the book she was studying. There was no harm in being friendly but she wasn’t going to strike up a conversation, she had too much left to do, she had to focus, but she felt the Gryffindor’s eyes remaining on her. She couldn’t help but wonder about her intentions. It wasn’t like they were friends now, having helped each other out of an awkward situation. She had taken time to consider Kit’s words and figured he was right. Striking up a friendship was probably more trouble than it was worth. That, however, didn’t take away from the other thing that had come to the forefront of Liv’s mind: Helen Sinclair really was very pretty, in a classic, tall blonde with elegant features sort of way, and she had the most beautiful big blue eyes… and by Merlin, those eyes seemed to still be fixed on her.

“I didn’t realise there was anyone else here at this time,” Helen said at last and Liv hummed, without looking up from her textbook. “I didn’t think you needed to study,” the Gryffindor carried on, in an attempt to make conversation that only served to confuse Liv.

“What?” She asked, looking up to her, her brow knitting into a frown.

“Aren’t you just meant to be ridiculously talented without having to work for it,” Helen added somewhat jokingly though Liv didn’t find it all that funny.

“Talent is one thing,” she huffed. “Passing your NEWTS to a high standard is another.” She rubbed her tired eyes. Her exhaustion made her grumpy and she knew it. The Gryffindor was only trying to make conversation, there was no reason to be so defensive.

“Very sensible,” Helen commented and seemingly out of things to say, she fell into an awkward silence until she finally started gathering the books again that she had nearly dropped on the Slytherin’s head. Liv felt a twinge of guilt, for having killed the conversation. Her interruption had actually been quite pleasant…

“Ancient runes?” The Head Girl asked with a glance at the books and Helen’s tone of voice brightened a little at the invitation to carry on talking.

“You don’t take it, do you?” She questioned lightly and Liv shook her head.

“No. I don’t have much of a knack for languages, I’m focusing on nailing the main subjects,” she answered matter-of-factly. Some days though, like today, even that seemed like a tall order. Liv cursed her own ambition. Other students would just accept a lesser grade but she was determined to do the best she could, she wouldn’t settle for second best. That just wasn’t her.

“Well, I want to do further studies of ancient languages when I graduate, so it makes sense,” Helen revealed and her expression lit up at the prospect of it. Liv could feel her joy and passion for the subject matter virtually radiating off of her and she was surprised at how infectious her smile was.

“Right, yeah, I guess,” she conceded with a small smile of her own.

“What about you?” The Prefect asked and Liv shrugged with a huff and a sigh:

“Don’t know yet.”

“Are you lying?” Helen frowned, picking up on her apprehension in regard to the question.

“Not really, no,” the Head Girl retorted, almost defensively, but she checked her own behaviour and carried on in a more mellow tone: “I do know what I want to do, I just don’t know whether I can.”

“I should think with your grades, you can do just about anything,” the Gryffindor pointed out and Liv raised her eyebrows at the compliment. In the same way as the expression of favour in Helen’s eyes at her appearance had thrilled and flattered her, so did her words now.

“I don’t know if the rest of the family approve,” Liv forced her attention back to the subject matter, reminding herself that it would be a bad idea to take more than a fleeting interest in the other student.

“Oh I see, the pure-blood clan pressure,” Helen chuckled and what seemed to be intended as a joke actually hit a nerve.

“Don’t say it like that, that’s not…” Liv shot back affronted. “My Dad wouldn’t mind but… oh I don’t know.” She shook her head and rubbed her face, too exhausted to even think about it.

“Well, I suppose I should be glad I don’t have that family pressure hanging over me. No bloodline to live up to,” the Prefect gave a little shrug and an awkward smile.

“As tempting as that freedom sounds, I’m not sure I’d want to swap with you, not with how things are going…” Liv found herself saying before she could think better of it.

“Yes.” Helen dropped her gaze, suddenly seemingly very interested in the backs of the books she’d picked up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that. I really need to start thinking before opening my big mouth sometimes,” the Head Girl sighed apologetically.

“That might be helpful,” the Gryffindor nodded, her voice subdued.

“Sorry, again,” Liv repeated, giving her a shy smile, looking for eye-contact as she hoped she’d forgive her. Helen met her eyes and started smiling too.

“So what is it you would want to do when you finish here, if you had your own way,” she asked, getting the conversation back on track.

“You’ll laugh,” the Slytherin chuckled and shook her head.

“I won’t,” Helen promised, she was obviously intrigued.

“You’ll tell someone and I will look even more of an idiot than I do already,” Liv hummed, returning her attention to her work.

“I don’t think you look like an idiot,” Helen retorted softly and the Head Girl looked up again.

“The good Slytherin, remember? Your words, not mine. Somehow I just don’t seem to fit in a box, do I…” she sighed in response. That really was how she felt sometimes.

“But that’s not a bad thing,” Helen frowned as she looked at her with confusion, she genuinely didn’t seem to understand her point. “I won’t tell anyone. I might laugh, yes, if it really is as ridiculous as you’re making it out to be, but I won’t tell anyone,” she reassured her and reached for her hand to still the quill she had picked up to keep working. The touch was only brief but served to make Liv forget all about what she was meant to be writing, her eyes shot up to Helen who gave her an encouraging smile that dashed all insecurities.

“I want to be a Healer,” Liv answered weakly and Helen raised her eyebrows with surprise.

“A Healer?” She repeated and the Head Girl felt an immediate need to justify herself:

“Yes. I have an aptitude for charms, potions and herbology and my counter-incantations are really quite something,” she stated firmly.

“And you like helping people?” Helen suggested with a kind smile.

“Oh no, it’s not that, I just like it when people owe me, I gather favours like a dragon gold, and when I need to get ahead in life, I’ll…” Liv stopped when the expression on the Gryffindor’s face fell completely. “Isn’t that the Slytherin answer you’re expecting?” Liv challenged more firmly than she had planned. It had been meant as a joke but suddenly, it felt poignant and important to say.

“I’m sorry about that...” Helen hung her head a little as she apologised, her words seemed to have hit home.

“It’s fine. I’m sure you’re not always brave either,” Liv responded with a weak smile.

“I suppose not,” the Gryffindor admitted, seemingly glad that she hadn’t taken further offense.

“Everyone is on a spectrum. The houses are just a… close fit. There are always aspects you agree with and those you don’t, qualities you find in yourself and some that are utterly foreign to you,” Liv shrugged as she explained, finally presented with the opportunity to do what she had set out to do during their very first meeting: Make her see that not all Slytherins were the same. It seemed like she had succeeded in doing that at last.

“I can see that,” Helen nodded. “Is that why you’re not studying in your common room?”

“You picked up on that, did you?” Liv chuckled.

“Hard to ignore when you seem to bump heads with your house-mates more than with any other house…” The Prefect pointed out and the Slytherin wasn’t exactly surprised that that was a common observation.

”I just hate how they behave. Not all of them of course, but some- They make us all look so bad. We’re not a house of cruel, self-serving pure-bloods as everyone likes to portray us!” Liv carried on with passion with which she surprised herself. Luckily it was late and the Library was relatively empty, otherwise surely someone would have shushed her.

“Yes, I see the point you’re making,” Helen conceded and the Head Girl took a deep breath.

“Glad someone is…” she huffed.

“Would you like some company?” The Gryffindor asked after what seemed close deliberation of the matter and Liv looked up at her surprised.

“You have a common room full of lovely class-mates…” She started but the other student interrupted her.

“Contrary to what you might believe, they’re not all lovely either. Spectrum, like you said… but also, it’s hard to focus in there when you’re trying to do actual work,” she explained with a chuckle. “I mean, I can sit over there if you’d rather be left alone, I understand, I…” She dropped her gaze, seemingly self-conscious all of a sudden and Liv was quick to react

“No, it’s fine, you can stay if you like,” she said, before Helen could think better about her offer. Suddenly, Liv didn’t feel tired anymore, she wasn’t cranky or exhausted, she was excited! Glad for the company and thrilled in a way that she couldn’t remember ever having felt before. There was a warmth about Helen Sinclair, a quiet strength and a sense of understanding, that made Liv want to keep her close. She couldn’t quite explain it, not even to herself.

“Okay then,” Helen gave a small smile as she pulled out the chair across from her and Liv nodded:

“Okay.”

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The next day, Liv was in better spirits than she’d been all week. Despite having stayed up late again to finish her work in the Library, she felt enthusiastic. She had managed to complete all set tasks the previous night and to a higher standard than she had expected. Helen had proven to be an enlightening and very capable study-partner, as much as it pained Liv to admit it. The Gryffindor was very well read and talking to her was genuinely insightful. It was refreshing. Now, as she headed for their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson which the Slytherins shared with the Gryffindors, Liv spotted Helen in the crowd. She gave her a little smile as they headed into the classroom and the Prefect mirrored her gesture, even as she made for the other side of the room.

“Any ideas what happened to Professor what’s-their-face?” Kit whispered to Liv as she dropped into the seat he had saved her. The Headmaster himself, Professor Dumbledore, was standing at the front of the class, patiently waiting for them to settle down.

“I hear they quit already,” the Eleven sneered in amusement behind them.

“They can’t keep them on, I hear the position is jinxed,” Caleera - another Slytherin class-mate - commented.

“Like, actually jinxed?” Kit questioned intrigued and feeling Professor Dumbledore’s eyes on them, Liv interjected quickly.

“Who knows, it doesn’t matter,” she shut them up.

“I’m afraid the Professor has been taken ill so for today, I shall stand in,” Dumbledore cut through the chatter and the classroom fell silent. “I should ask you, if you please, to pair up,” he instructed, not wasting another moment on explanations, and no-one dared to demand them. Liv looked to Kit for confirmation that they would work together but the professor carried on to everyone’s dismay: “Not with a member of your own house, if you don’t mind. Look to your friends across the aisle.”

Liv raised her eyebrows at the odd request, then looked around and found Helen glancing to her in return. The Head Girl smiled to herself. She could already imagine Kit’s comment but why not? It was a legitimate excuse and now that she had learned how well they worked together, it seemed the most logical conclusion. Helen stood out among her mediocre class-mates and Liv wasn’t going to settle for second best. To be the best herself she had to work with someone who was her equal and she flattered herself by thinking those were in short supply. Helen was proving to be a rare exception. Liv decided, being Head Girl and all, to lead by example and take the plunge. So she got to her feet and made her way towards the Gryffindor side of the room. Helen did the same without hesitation and met Liv halfway, as other students got up more reluctantly.

“So we meet again,” Liv commented, glancing around to see the other students forming pairs as well.

“It seems to be happening more and more,” Helen commented and Liv couldn’t deny it. They had spent years of their schooling barely talking to each other and here they were now, bumping into each other again and again. She didn’t get the chance to respond as Dumbledore was already pressing on with the lesson, even as the last few stragglers were only just coming together.

“I have taken the liberty of revising the curriculum for this term due to current circumstances,” Dumbledore announced. “While you have been learning to defend yourselves against creatures and circumstances, in your final year I should like you to focus on perhaps the most dangerous thing there is: other witches and wizards,” he carried on and there were confused and curious looks all around the room. Liv, herself, raised her eyebrows. Wizarding combat wasn’t something they were meant to be taught, she knew the textbooks well enough to be aware of that, but she was intrigued. With the state of the world right now, with dark forces and tensions rising, she couldn’t deny that it seemed a worthwhile ambition. “Let’s hope you will never find yourself in a situation where you have to defend yourself against someone else but you ought to be prepared,” Dumbledore concluded.

“Still glad we’re meeting like this? I hope you don’t expect me to go easy on you,” Liv looked to Helen who actually smirked in response.

“Likewise,” she declared with no small measure of confidence.

“Perhaps we could have some volunteers?” The headmaster carried on and looked around the classroom. “Miss Sinclair, Miss Chenka, what a wonderfully matched pair, if you wouldn’t mind stepping forward.”

Liv raised her eyebrows at Helen, surprised yet somehow oddly thrilled to be called forward. The Gryffindor gave a little shrug followed by a smile and as the Head Girl gestured for her to go first, she did.

“Go on, Chenka, show the Gryffindors who’s boss!” The Slytherins were quick to rally. Wherever there was an opportunity to compete against the Gryffindors, they were in their element.

“Come on, Helen, you can do this!” Calls started up from the Gryffindors as well and the classroom felt like it was turning into an arena of sorts. Dumbledore magicked aside the tables and chairs and invited the two students to stand in the middle of the cleared space. Their classmates stepped closer too, an audience of sorts.

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