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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 6 months

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Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 4

A/N: Thank you for your patience! This chapter will be to begin the brewing tension! Hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 4

Three days pass after you come into Alucard’s castle, and you realise just how secluded the Dhampir liked to be.

Alucard kept to himself most times: tending to his garden, gathering food for when the days would get shorter, nights longer. You would also occasionally see him train with his sword in the front. He was one with the sword, and it acted almost as its being, moving on a whim without him telling him where to go next.

You could only imagine how much he had seen to fight so well, or how or who taught him to fight like such. A true warrior with a gentle heart.

It was a lonely occurrence, living with someone you barely saw, so you tended to find your nose stuck in a book rather than be truly alone within the tall walls.

You stuck to Dracula’s library, pouring over and collecting as many books as you could. You were surprised just by how many spells you could learn: astral projection, levitation, puppetry, the list was endless! It truly brought hope that you could pour as much learning in before you would be sent away from the one place full of knowledge.

Who knew Dracula had a fascination with witches?

It was only for breakfast or dinner you would have the blessing of sharing with him, and your conversations were to a minimum. Not much was spoken apart from going over your days, and then one or both of you would help tidy and clear the dishes, before going off to different parts of the castle for the rest of the evening.

Aside from the books, you craved a chance for normalcy, a chance to connect with someone who never wanted to open up to you. There were times he spoke about the things of his life, his mother and what his father did. It was a rare time when he spoke of the two friends he gained, Sypha and Trevor.

You couldn’t stand to be like this for the rest of the month, stuck between walls with no one to chat to, no one to feel human with. It was only fair you tried making it up to Alucard: to thank him for all he had done so far. After all, he could’ve killed you the first chance he had, instead, he had fed you, given you clean clothes, hot water to bathe and the library with books on vampires.

The morning started like any other day, except you had awoken to the bright light pouring through the thin curtains to your room. You would find yourself waking in time to go down to the library before remembering to eat something, but you knew it was now or never to do what you had to do.

You didn’t know if Alucard was awake before you (his room was luckily two rooms down from you) and he warned you from the beginning to not disturb or come to his room. Odd as it was, you obeyed his one rule, hoping that you wouldn’t need aid before he was out in time for breakfast.

You gathered your curls into a bun, tying a ribbon through to keep it up as you grabbed the closest dress to your dresser. Alucard offered more dresses to you, and the more he did, the more you came to realise that these dresses he did not buy. You did feel guilt wearing his mother’s clothes, but he did not complain.

Slipping out of your room once dressed, you hurried through the endless, winding corridors, trying to remember your way back to the ground floor, and once you found that, you could find the kitchen.

You passed through the doors, entering the rather chilly room before you decided quickly to get to work. You knew you’d get scolded by Alucard for making a mess, but raiding the cupboards and shelves for spices and items made your workspace rather dirty very quickly.

Alucard cooked everything: from breakfast to dinner, he fed and fuelled your mind to keep reading into the many books, rather than be exhausted by the time breakfast had finished.

If he can cook, I can too. You had prepared meals for Bogdan and his family previously, but they had been picky with their meals, keeping to basic porridge and a slither of goat, ham or bacon if lucky.

You gathered eggs, dried meats, bread that had gone a day stale and a whole cupboard full of spices, setting up as you thought the best thing to make was everything there was. You tried to keep it quiet for some time, carefully recreating the meal you had eaten made by Alucard. It didn’t look perfect, but it could taste just as good if you tried.

You got influence from your mama to include different herbs, ones from spices in the southeast, others from across the entire globe, past Wallachia. It amazed you how much of the world there was to explore, rather than being stuck here, surrounded by vampires and demons.

Maybe I could go travelling. You thought, and the very idea brought a chill to run down you. Part of you thought it could be a thrill-seeking adventure to travel halfway across the world, whilst the other part of you warned that you were not suited to a sailor’s life.

Breakfast came hot and ready in the end, and whilst you prepped the plates with the food, you failed to hear the door creak open, a pale figure walk through, half dishevelled and unexpectantly looking to what you were doing.

“Oh,” you jumped back, holding two warmed plates in each hand, surprised to see him standing there so quickly. Perhaps the smells had brought him to come down earlier. You weren’t expecting him so soon. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind I made myself useful in cooking us something?”

“Why is that?” Alucard rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his blond locks were frizzy and tousled, and you watched as he sat at the table, his plate being handed to him. “I did not know you could cook.”

“Well, I thought you cook so often for me, I’d cook something for you,” you shrugged, trying to act as nonchalantly as possible, but you knew your heart was racing. Racing for his validation? A compliment for your cooking?

Alucard nodded, scooping some of the egg onto a fork and taking a long chew at the stale bread, but he still gave a look that read he was considerate for your time. “It is most thoughtful of you. Thank you, Y/N.”

Your shoulders had been so tensed you realised, after relaxing them from awaiting for so long his verdict. He said your name, you realised, and you couldn’t help that feeling in your chest, swelling with an unknown emotion. As if you had been waiting all your life to hear it from someone again. You smiled nonetheless, taking a bite of your food and being overwhelmed by the spices you remembered your mama cooking into meals.

You spoke about your plans for the day, and how you were close to beginning your training, and it even seemed to pique some of Alucard’s interest. “I will stand by today,” he announced, gathering your plates when they were finished. “Just in case something happens.”

“I should be fine, really.” you didn’t want to pressure him into being with you if he had other things to do, and you certainly didn’t want to make him feel uneasy about your spells- or lack thereof.

“I insist,” he says, his voice a hue of melancholy, “when it comes to witchcraft, there is a chance something can misfire. I’m only making sure you don’t set the books on fire.”

You blush easily but find his joke to make you laugh. “Very funny. Even if I did try to burn it down, I would certainly not start in there. There are too many good things in there. It would be a waste of knowledge, turned to ash within the blink of an eye.”

Alucard hums in agreement, though he does not speak further on the matter, instead, only awaiting for you. “Shall we then?”

“I heard it is hard to put a Vampire into a trance?”

You concentrate, staring from the pages up to where the Dhampir stands, tracing a finger over the aged pages. The two of you have spent many hours going through abilities that would be of use to you, and though you try to conjure them through word, nothing comes of it.

“It is true,” he answers earnestly, “the stronger the mind, the harder is it to break- so to say.”

“Vampires have a mental block or something?”

“Some do, it makes it harder to read their minds, to know their auras or get information out from one.”

It gets you thinking, and your curiosity gets the better of you, and you’re asking him the question you’re dying to know. “What about half vampires?”

Alucard quirks an eyebrow, “Half vampires?”

“Yeah, does it work on you? You’re half vampire, half human, after all.”

“You want to give it a go?” There is something that flickers in his tone when he asks you that, one that plays into amusement, and it makes your heart flutter in a way that has you half-guessing yourself and stumbling over the right words. “I can tell you one thing, I’m quite hard to read.”

You’re already stepping up close to him, “I do quite like a challenge.” It’s only when you realise up close, how tall he is. You’ve never been this close up to him, and from here, you can see the smallest of subtly in his movements, the way his eyes flicker around the room quickly, as if always on high alert for trouble.

Alucard takes in your smug stance as he stares you down, a neutral expression falling over his, before he leans in ever so closely, his fangs poking out from his lips. “Boo.”

“Haha.” You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he was trying to make you lose concentration. It’s hard, not just to crack through to him, but to look at him this up close. He’s handsome, you admit it, and there’s that ethereal beauty to him that makes him look eerie compared to other humans.

You try to ignore it as you stare into his comely face, rather than concentrating on just his eyes and eyes alone. Were his eyes always this bright? A golden contrast, like golden leaves of autumn, or smooth honey. Eyes are the windows to the soul, right? So why did you find it intimidating to look through his gaze and look through him as a person?

It feels like the smallest of cracks to a mirror at first before you can even reach the first layer, and you’re met with a heavy, hard-hitting wall.

What on earth? You tug and pull within your mind, amazed at just how mentally strong Alucard is.

You can picture it as standing in front of a locked door, needing a key to pass through. You were so close, yet so far, and when you blinked out from your trance, Alucard chortles in what sounded like victory to winning. “Quite the challenge, isn’t it?”

“Just what exactly were you thinking of?” You tilt your head, “That witches have pointy hats, or fly on broomsticks?”

His laugh is airy and it fills you with hope that maybe, you will be able to crack at him one way or another. “You could say so.”

The two of you continued your readings, and you noticed that he was a bit closer to you, sharing a short space with you as the two of you looked at the same shelf. Though Alucard was always the gentleman and remained a lengthy distance away from you, he seemed at ease.

“This may be of interest to you,” Alucard pulled forth a book from the shelf, handing it over to you. You grabbed, accidentally reaching, your fingers touching. He was oddly warm for a half-vampire, not like a stone-cold, cold-blooded creature. “Maybe we could start here.”

“This could work,” you prop the book up as you go to the right page: the act of telekinesis. “Though, I don’t think I’ve used it before.”

“I’m here in support,” Alucard takes a cautionary step to the side, pointing to the stack of books in the middle of the room, some that had been read through. “Start with one of them.”

You looked between him and the pile, and a feeling of instant negativity washed over you. “I don’t know—”

“I believe in you.” Alucard praises you gently, and for a moment, you can’t concentrate on anything else but the way he supports you. You feel your cheeks flush, and you suddenly want to hear more of his approval.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and shutting the world around you out. You’re in a dark room, with no air or light, just you focusing and holding out your arms. Concentrating on your breathing, you focused on nothing but what was in the room. When you finally opened your eyes, you spoke the word clearly. “Prodire.”

The stack didn’t move at first, and before you were to even complain to Alucard for your lack of power, you heard the sound of books flipping through to shut, and a lone, heavy-leather bound book lifted clumsily into the air, hanging a few inches off the air but floating.

Your excitement is loud when you gasp in amazement, looking to the Dhampir for approval, whose eyes are already on you, impressed. You look back to the floating book, motioning with your hand in a “come hither”, watching as the book – as if had been picked up by someone – slowly took in your words, approaching sluggishly.

Nice and steady, like water. You told yourself, focusing on bringing the book towards you. It was not even halfway towards its previous spot and when it stopped you sighed intensely, overwhelmed as your face burst into awkwardness.

“I didn’t think this would happen,” you offer an awkward laugh to ease the air, watching with a glance to Alucard, who didn’t seem so embarrassed by this little mishap. He was one to encourage you more. “You’ve got this,” he spoke, “pretend I’m not here if it helps put your mind at ease.”

That’s easier said than done. You thought, and you spoke again, “Prodire.”

Nothing came from the book as you sighed in defeat, your frustration rising with the way your tone did as well. Alucard was quick to try and step in. “I think you should—”

He didn’t get the rest of his sentence out when something surged forward towards you. Not just the one book that had been already floating, but the many others that had been still on the floor. They flew at you with such speed that you didn’t have time to react to even what was coming at you.

Bracing to be hit was your only way to react in time, but something grabbed you around the waist, pulling you backwards against a hard surface, before seconds later the sound of books colliding into the nearby shelf shattered your ears.

Your heart was racing, and it resonated against the surface your back was pushed against. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath, your adrenaline was slowly settling.

“Are you alright? The voice of Alucard was oddly close to your ear, and within seconds, you realised he was the one who pulled you out of the way from the flying books. You turned to look back at him, very much aware your body was burning from his touch, very aware of how close he was, the way he smelled so sweetly—

“Yes, I’m okay,” you managed to pull away, still feeling the warmth of his hands around your waist, trying to regain a level of composure. Your hands are sweaty and you’re wiping them across your dress urgently. “Thank you, Alucard.”

“What happened there?” He asked, and despite the softness in his dulcet voice, there was still concern in his words. “Your mind was elsewhere.”

“Yes, I think so. You were correct though,” you confirmed. “Magic can misfire.”

“It will come back to you with some time,” you watch the way Alucard’s throat bobs nervously, “I believe you can do so.”

His kind words are a shock to you, and you’re not so certain why he is so suddenly praising you constantly. Part of you thinks it’s out of kindness, whilst the other part of you tells you he just wants you to be out of his castle quicker, and in hopes you’d learn in time before your month ends.

I will learn, no matter how long it takes. You tell yourself, and you tell Alucard that perhaps you will stay in the library for a bit longer to improve.

Alucard does not seem exasperated at your choice, though you may mistaken the look of disappointment that floods his eyes. “Very well,” he drawls, and he’s slow to leave the library, leaving you to yourself.

Sighing heavily in defeat, you pull the books you had failed to bring towards you, pulling up the correct page as you went to try again.

Latin Translation:

Prodire – Come forth

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blorbologist · 5 months

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Re-watching Calamity (for ~research~) and this time around Patia has really stood out to me. Of course Cerrit and Laerryn and Zerxes are showstoppers, but I decided to pay more mind to the other three members of the Ring of Brass, and just... Patia Por'co, guys. Patia Por'co.

Patia's relationship to what she knows (and does not know) is, I think, the pure distillation of knowledge is power.

She carries all her knowledge, all of Avalir's knowledge, with her, levitating, all this power at her fingertips. I think that there's something to be said with her about how generational power and knowledge are so often intertwined - children of alumni having easier access to the same academic leg up as their parents, knowing who to know, having the ins and outs of how this works handy. I don't believe any of the other members of the Ring of Brass come from backgrounds like this, and if not it's fitting that the only one that does is the one most tied to knowledge. On top of being an elf to boot, something which must amplify the consolidation of resources throughout the years.

[Shunting the rest under the cut bc oops this got Long]

I think it's interesting, too, how Patia seems extremely adept at navigating the lies and half-truths of Avalir's politics, yet reserves honesty for her friends. If someone lesser than they knows what they shouldn't, she will take that power away from them. On my relisten, I'd forgotten that one of the memories the Ring of Brass analyzes tries to throw Patia under the bus, and how quickly she shows Nidas memories proving that she did as right by him as she could. And the reveal that she and Zerxes tried to bring back Evandrin, and upon the failure she removed the painful memory at his request.

(Mechanically, too; as a wizard, her knowledge literally is her power. That's the wizard thing, baby, and if Laerryn exemplifies a wizard whose INT is intellectual skill/problem-solving, then Patia is probably INT as memory. Streetsmart and booksmart besties. Also revealing herself to goad Dean Hollow into popping back in, only to immediately Sphere her and cause the bitch to get eaten by her own spell? Maybe that's a stretch of my 'knowledge is power' bit, but it's too fucking cool of a moment not to remind you of it.)

The first time she died, it was for knowledge. Touching the Tree of Names, and she never did let it go (would she, if she could have?). When she died - that first time - did she meet the Raven Queen?

Patia's direct tie to quite possibly the second-most knowledgeable being in the Exandrian mythos (behind Ioun, but I'd argue you know a lot to handle fate and death, on top of being a wizard in life) feels very deliberate to me. The Raven Queen, the mage who did what no other could (except Vecna a long-ass time later, and only for like a day or two), was at least a contemporary. Perhaps a teacher, or mentor, or admired idol. And now Patia can't even remember her name.

It's funny how much knowledge was actually taken from Patia, between that name and her parents'. Just as she removed knowledge from others. No matter how powerful you get, even with a protective ring, you are always at the mercy of your predecessors. What they chose to do with knowledge. And what Patia chooses to do, now.

In her last moment alone, she relates this knowledge to selfishness. Her grandfather's decision to make a city fly because he and others could. The Gau Drashari's decision to keep all information about the Tree of Names secret. While I disagree with her a bit, it really rounds out knowledge is power - because it's hoarded, it's made a tool for selfishness and control. And Patia acknowledges it likely always will be selfish, but for now at least she can break this cycle.

She breaks Avalir, the model of it her grandfather holds, and sends the Librarium with all the knowledge she carries to Maya.

(I'll note that Maya probably doesn't know what the orb is or does, so sending the model library is a great way to help get that message across, too, on top of the meaning of the moment.)

When it comes time to send all of Avalir's knowledge away, it's not some mage acquaintance from another city she sends it to. Hells - she doesn't even teleport herself out, with it, to ensure its protection and proper use. She sends it to a child, a teenager, the daughter of her friend. Someone with no power, who will have nothing but her family in the Calamity. I can't quite pin down why she choose Maya. Because a teenager is innocent, uncorrupted by power? Because she wanted to give the family of her friend leverage, knowledge to rebuild, a fighting chance?

There's so much Patia did not live to know. She points it out herself that she never found love, or became a parent, all for the sake of Avalir, for knowledge, for power. To maintain the legacy that preceded her. Excellent DMing on Brennan's part to take the quiet moment, as the sphere is sent to Maya, to then put Patia in the place of a child, one robbed of the knowledge of who her parents even were.

And yet. As she sends all she has ever known away, she still reaches for it. Almost wants it back. Almost.

Her story begins and ends with a wish: happy Replenishment, grandfather. And on that fateful day, in place of the stolen tithe she and Laerryn and Nidas have been shuffling around the city, she gives her life to save the world. and she gives away the knowledge to rebuild it.

And there's nothing else she needs to know.

IDK. I think we should talk about Patia more.

#idk how much sense this makes I just. am holding Patia like one of those cool glass ornaments in my hands #it's been a while since I've written Meta and I'm still Emotional. Calamity is full of such heavy hitters I Get why she gets overshadowed #but MAN. MAN IS SHE A COOL CHARACTER.#exu calamity #critical role #patia por'co #cr meta

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coff33notforme · 1 year

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Hello!! Just imagine a reader with magic?? Reader lives deep in the forest so that no one interferes with his existence?? And then Wally and his friends show up, and their little town now has a real wizard

A/n: This was a cute prompt! Thanks for your patience <3

Pairing: Wally Darling and Masc, Wizard Reader (no pronouns used, Fluff, romantic or platonic!)

During a picnic with Barnaby that was cut short due to some unexpected business that Barnaby had to attend to, Wally found himself alone, surrounded by the peace and sorority of the lush greenery around him

He laid down on the silent hill, grass swaying around him as he stared into the pale sky

A warm light emitted from the forest, and the light caught the puppets eye, confused he watched as the specter of light began to change fading into many different hues

Compelled by the show, Wally began to walk towards the light, the closer he got the more it seemed to withdraw from him, so he followed the trail until it came to an end

Leading him to a small wood cabin, Wally titled his head in confusion he was pretty sure he had never seen this building before, or even on any town maps, how long has this been here?

Curious Wally approached the seemingly lifeless house, hesitantly knocking on the door before it was swung open forcefully, he was greeted with a tried looking person on the other side, their head glazed with sweat, beads of their hair matted to their slick face, their clothes appearing very battered and torn

Upon seeing Wally their expression fell into one of bewilderment, as Wally tired to politely introduce himself, sticking an expectant hand out for you to take

Dumbfounded you took his hand into your weak grasp, after Wally seemingly invited himself into your home, you had explained to him the specter of light he saw was in fact your doing, you were from a different place were it was in common practice to use magic, but when you tried to create a portal you somehow messed it up and ended up here stranded with no way to get home you’ve been trying to recreate the spell from memory, but it seems like you could never get it right

Wally listened intently, though he had no idea what this magic business was, or even how he could comprehend the intricacies of magic or how your world worked but he was determined to help you find your way back home

Wally had offered to take you into town to meet everyone, you were hesitant at first, not sure if inviting more people into your life would help you achieve your goal faster, but after much convincing you gave in, maybe it would be nice to interact with people after all this time

You were pleasantly surprised with how gracious all of Wally's neighbors seemed to be

Some even asked if you would be able to perform some magic for them, to which you replied with giving them a show of lights

Sally and Julie seemed to be the most excited about this new adjustment than anyone else, while

Frank was somewhat impressed

Poppy and Barnaby shared an appreciation and respect for what you were able to do, Howdy, much like Wally couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the whole magic thing, he did think the lights were pretty though!

People around the town seemed to more frequently visit your cabin to either chat or bring something by for you to eat

Occusanily Howdy will come by to ask if you can help him with something at the shop or just to move something with some sort of levitation spell or something like that

Everyone seems to welcome you in so naturally, like you've always been there

Sees to it that you're able to make it back home

Overall everyone is just very interested in you and your magic, so don’t count on being alone for very long <3

Thanks for your patience guys! Back to my somewhat regular posting schedule

#welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #wally darling #welcome home

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spaceyaceface · 11 months

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Hello! Rumor is you want some Ominis ideas lol

Idk if this is any good, but I've had this idea where after Sebastian killed Solomon, Anne moved to London in with the reader. The reader hears all about the trios adventures together before Anne was cursed and loves hearing about it. When Anne is ready to reconnect with Sebastian, the reader goes with her and chemistry begins to boil there maybe as Sebastian and Anne want privacy to talk, and the reader hounds Ominis for more stories.

Just an idea, you're free to do what you want with it lol

I'd love to see a fem!reader tho 😊

Hope you have a great day!

Oh this is very good!! I loved this idea, hopefully this turned out at least a bit like how you pictured it! I really wish we had gotten to see Anne, Sebastian, and Ominis interact in the game---it would have been so much fun!

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

As Anne paced the floor of their London flat, Y/N was reminded how similar she and her twin truly were. She had seen Sebastian pace in the Undercroft many times during her fifth year--now, as the summer before her sixth year drew to a close, she could hardly count the amount of times Anne had done the same.

"Anne, you're going to wear yourself out before they even arrive," Y/N said imploringly. "Come on, sit down."

The brunette sighed, but continued pacing. "I can't help it. Am I sure I'm ready for this?"

"Will you ever be?"

Anne chuckled. "Probably not. I... I have missed them, rather terribly."

Y/N gave a small smile. She had missed her friends, too. Perhaps one especially... but she would see him soon enough. Anne had told her countless tales of their old adventures from before she had been cursed. It had seemed to comfort her to reminisce on the good times---and Y/N, by her part, was absolutely enthralled in the stories she shared.

It was through these stories she learned that Anne had a real knack for picking pockets---"Never to steal or keep anything for my own," Anne had been quick to clarify. "Just to mess with people." And mess with people she had---hiding wands and pocket watches to drive others mad, while she and her companions watched on in amusement. The targets always deserved it, she assured Y/N. Common ones included Leander or Imelda; they'd even managed to hide her broom once, levitating it high above the Quidditch pitch so she had to use one of the rickety school brooms to retrieve it. She'd complained the whole way up and down, threatening every person she saw that if they had any idea who had messed with her broom, they'd better tell her or they'd get a wand up their arse. Somehow, they'd never been found out.

Sebastian, as she had more or less expected, had always pushed the limits. He'd been familiar with the restricted section since his first year, determined to learn every outlawed hex he could get his hands on. When occasion called for it, he'd use them, mostly on older Slytherin students who got on his nerves. He'd usually get away with it, too; that was the power of having an ally like Ominis on their side.

And Ominis---well, Y/N would be lying if she didn't admit that it was any tale involving him that intrigued her the most. Compared to Sebastian, her friendship with the Gaunt boy was slower coming. Because of this, she savored every opportunity to get to know him better, even if just through stories. The image of him slyly breaking rules made her all the more curious about him---of course she knew he was a trouble maker; he just seemed to do it in a sort of style neither Anne nor Sebastian could achieve. Apparently he had a way with nonverbal spells the others hadn't yet ben able to master. With his blindness, he was the image of innocence, able to cast spells left and right without anyone suspecting him. It had led to plenty of lovely stories that Y/N could only dream to witness.

There was one other fact about the boy that she couldn't wait to question him about.

The thought that he would be there soon sent a flutter through her stomach. If she was honest with herself--which she tended to avoid when it came to this topic--she was a bit more fond of Ominis than she probably should have been. There was something different about him, something she didn't feel when Sebastian was around. It frightened her, but excited her all the same. The more she thought about his beautiful eyes, his well-kept hair, his lovely lips---well, maybe she should join Anne in her anxious pacing.

She didn't get the chance. There was a knock on the door, causing Anne to freeze on the spot. Y/N stood from her seat at the kitchen table, moving to answer it. When she opened it, there they stood---Sebastian and Ominis. They were clearly nervous. Sebastian's jaw was clenched hard, and his eyes darted around the room behind her.

Y/N smiled at them, trying to calm them. She opened the door wider, then reached forward to take Sebastian into a hug. "It's so good to see you," she said. The letters she had sent to both the boys had been brief and far in between. She could hardly believe they were here standing before her now. Sebastian returned the hug. She could feel him relax a bit at the warm welcome. Y/N pulled away, then turned to Ominis.

She had to hug him now, didn't she? Not that she didn't want to---quite the opposite, in fact---but they had never---

She forced herself not to think of it and pulled him into a hug. He was stiff for a moment before returning the gesture. He was warm and smelled of fancy soap.

When they pulled away from each other, she found herself missing the contact. But she had other matters to attend. She ushered them both in, closing the door. Sebastian and Anne stared at each other, each unsure of what to do. Then, in a synchronized movement only twins could have, they moved forward to embrace one another. Y/N smiled---that was a good start.

The group shared pleasantries for a moment, but it was clear that the siblings needed to discuss things on their own. Anne lead Sebastian to her bedroom, shooting Y/N a nervous glance. She gave her a reassuring smile in return.

This left Y/N and Ominis alone. Ominis took in a deep breath beside her. "I suppose all we can do now is wait," he said.

"I'm just going to assume it's going well until I hear explosions," Y/N said. Ominis chuckled.

"Sounds fair enough."

She took them over to the kitchen table, both of them taking a seat.

"How's your summer been?" Y/N asked.

"Admittedly, not wonderful," he said. "Sebastian's been... in a bit of state, as I'm sure you can imagine."

Y/N pressed her lips together. "I can. I got as much from his letters. He's lucky to have had you by his side to get through it. Any more mentions of Dark Magic?"

"Thankfully, no. He seems thoroughly dissuaded from that path, having had time to process the results." Y/N was glad to hear it---she had worried about her friend. Ominis continued. "What about you? How has your summer been with Anne?"

"Difficult, at times," she said. "Obviously, she's been grieving, not only her Uncle but Sebastian as well... it's only been recently she's decided that he can't be completely lost." She smiled a bit. "However, I have had my fun in hearing her stories about you three before her curse."

Ominis chuckled. "I hope you don't think any less of us."

"As if I didn't do worse my first year there," Y/N said, grinning. "I actually found most of them very fun--I wish I could have been there. How come you never told me you were so good at nonverbal spells?"

Ominis shrugged. "You never asked."

"Well, you're going to have to teach me," she said. "Oh! And there was one more thing Anne mentioned I wanted to ask you about."

He smiled, intrigued. "And what would that be?"

"Is your puffskein impression as good as she says it is?"

Ominis's face flushed bright red. The reaction made her laugh---it also made her heart beat faster. His cheeks looked rather pretty dusted that shade of pink.

"You---she told you that?" he spluttered, obviously mortified.

"She did, with the utmost respect, too. Said you've probably shortened Duncan Hobhouse's lifespan by a few years from all the frights you gave him," she said through her laughter. "Of all your exploits, that is what I longed to see the most."

"In fairness, Duncan is absolutley dreadful. And a coward," Ominis said.

"So you're confirming it, then? You purr just like a puffskein?"

"I--" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "I suppose I am. But only to torture that good for nothing cowardly prick."

She grinned. "Whatever excuse helps you keep your dignity."

"You know, I didn't come here to find out Anne had given you material to blackmail me."

"I won't use it to blackmail you," she said. "Just to rile you up a bit. You look cute when you're flustered."

Her mouth closed quickly as Ominis lifted his head, smirk appearing on his face.

"Oh, do I?" he said, tone teasing. His face was still flushed, making it even harder for her to come up with a proper response.

"You---um... I---"

"I'll have you know, you sound rather cute when you're flustered," he said quietly, leaning a bit closer to her.

She couldn't have guessed what would have happened next, though she very much would have wanted to know. Unfortunately, the door to Anne's bedroom opened, and Ominis sat straight up in his chair. She couldn't imagine the pair of them looked like anything less than a couple of kids caught doing something they weren't supposed to do. That thought was confirmed when Sebastian narrowed his eyes, looking at them both.

"Are you both alright? You seem a bit flustered," Sebastian said. Ominis let out a small laugh while Y/N buried her face in her hands beside him.

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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The Pain of Patronus [3]

Pairing: Professor Severus Snape x Female!Professor Reader

Warnings: Mentions of deaths, bloody description

Summary: After finding Snape after Nagini's attack, you go to great extents to get him help. When he recovers, you've changed. And to find more information Dumbledore makes a decision, one you're unhappy with.

A/N: I changed the story plot because Deathly Hallows traumatised me. Enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2

"Where is she?", the voice of the love of your life finally spoke. You didn't have much time to treasure his voice as Albus spoke, "You'll see her soon Severus".

You stood outside the hospital wing that occupied the few people. You knew what Albus was about to do. He was about to show Snape and the others your happiest and worst memories in order to find any missing information. You hated the idea, and you didn't hide your opinion from Dumbledore when he discussed it with you. He tried to soothe you with his reasoning and his fatherly figure, but he knew you'd stand your ground. You watched with shaky and fast breath from around the corner as Dumbledore was now holding an object that had the appearance of a crystal ball. Harry, Hagrid, McGonagall and even Snapes eyes glistened and glittered as Albus whispered a spell, slowly levitating the crystal ball that held you worst moments. It lifted itself up into the air and popped like a giant bubble, it was like the movie began. Minerva had told Severus what he'd be seeing and hearing, the attack on him committed by Nagini. He tried to shake it off, tried to shake off the nerves and the tears that were building up inside of him as he realised he's been forced to sit and watch your most painful moments. You watched the ball with a careful eye and when it burst you shut your eyes tight.

-memories-

You and the young boy were sat by water, making daffodil chains... well daffodil chains with old, dead, and withered daffodil heads and stems. You spoke quietly to the young boy, "You'll stay with me forever won't you?", "Always", Severus replied with a smalls smile on his face. As soon as you made the chains you decided to fly them over to one another. From afar another young girls eyes with ginger hair saw the face that belonged to the boy with the black hair and eyes. She decided to skip over to the Severus and... and the girl next to him. Whilst you and Severus were still messing with the ones you had both made, your attention and his was yanked away when the girl shouted his name whilst skipping up the hill to him. You watched the interaction between Lily and Severus; he handed her an old and dead daffodil chain he took back from you, and she gave him a bright and colourful daisy chain, she even put it around his wrist.

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It was a few months later now and somehow Severus and Lily had grown even closer, and so had Lily and James. It was wrong and you knew it was. She was either leading one or both of them on or playing a cruel game with Severus just so James would bully him even more. You were sat opposite Severus and Lily, well you were sat next to him but she asked if she could have your seat. You couldn't say no to her she was too polite, and he was infatuated with her. So you sat opposite the wo students with your head resting on a closed fist as you mindlessly flicked through a book 'revising'. It wasn't long before you were left in the library by yourself as Lily had offered Severus to view the stars outside, to which he accepted her offer, didn't give you a second thought, and left. The memory showed you, a teenager, sat on the library table now after hours with an open book and staring off into space.

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It was drawing to the end of the year, you and Severus hadn't spoken for weeks. You assumed he learnt his lesson with Lily as her and James walked Hogwarts grounds holding hands. You had gotten so lonely and withdrawn from your classes, eating, even reality; that Mr Filch and even Mrs Norris began to feel pity for you. As everyone was leaving Hogwarts for the final time as a student you wished to see Severus, and you did. Just the back of him. As he walked further and further away from you until you couldn't see him anymore.

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You'd been working at Hogwarts for a few years now and Dumbledore had ordered you to become a Deatheater, for his own benefit. You soon discovered that Voldemort was going after Lily and James Potter, and you knew you had to do something. If Lily died it would kill Severus, even if they didn't talk for all of this time. So you were standing with Albus in your younger years of teaching begging him but not before he asked, "Why do you need the protection of Lily Potter so badly?", you ignored him and said, "Albus please, I beg you, hide them. Hide them all. Keep them safe I beg of you", to which he replied; "And what will you give to me in return Y/n?". "Anything", you quickly replied. You agreed to spend your life serving Albus and Hogwarts whilst being tied to Voldemort as a Deatheater. Snape and yourself had no idea you practically had the same double-sided job. Even at the Dark Lords meetings, you never once spoke, took your mask off. You never even moved. You found out the boys parents had been killed and that Severus found out and wept at the news, and of course at the sight he walked into at Godrics Hollow; you forced Dumbledore to tell you. "You promised me you would keep her safe!" "You came to the wrong person to give protection Y/n, I'm sorry". Of course during that difficult time period, you and Snape somehow grew further apart got more miserable and moody, and more vicious with the comments at one another.

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Things at Hogwarts were getting tense, Potter was having more trouble with his sleeping, his visions and head pains of Voldemort, Hogwarts was being attacked by Demontors for what seemed like every 5 minutes.

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You speedily walked to corner and question Albus. You had just finished a spell on Dumbledores hand that would keep the physical sight and damage of the spell hidden, but not for long. "How long do you think it will hold off?", he asked. "Not long, a year a least". You said with finality before dropping his hand and moving to walk away, "Don't ignore me Y/n". You halted, waiting to see what he wanted to say. "We both know Lord Voldemort has ordered Severus to murder me. But should he fail... I should presume the Dark Lord will turn to you. You must be the one to kill me Y/n". The memories showed your view of Dumbledore falling to his death. You slowly hung your head and shut your eyes, you didn't show or express any emotion hut inside you were crumbling, you were shutting down, the thought of killing Albus with everything else going on; it seemed impossible. "It is the only way. Only then will the Dark Lord trust you completely". You sighed and opened your eyes again letting him continue. "There will come a time when Harry Potter must be told something, but you must wait until Lord Voldemort is at his most vulnerable". You lifted your head up when you heard the boys name and because of the history you were immediately concerned for his safety and so you replied, "Must be told what?" Albus took a deep breath and started to move closer to you, "On the night Lord Voldemort went to Godrics Hollow to kill Harry, and Lily Potter cast herself between them... the curse re-bounded. When that happened, a part of Voldemort's soul latched itself onto the only living thing it could find... Harry himself"> Dumbledore stalked his way closer to you, "There's a reason Harry can speak with snakes, there's a reason he can look into Lord Voldemorts mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him". You had braced yourself now and straightened yourself up, "So when the time comes, the boy must die?" You questioned with severity, "Yes. Yes. He must die", Dumbledore replied with his head down.

The memory was now showing Albus, Minerva, Harry, Hagrid and Snape the moment you fell to the nearest wall, where your emotions came crashing down, as Snape lying in the hospital bed, saw himself lying half dead against the Boating House glass with blood spattered all over it. He saw your breakdown as you were rushing over to him and he felt himself welling up.

The memories now took them back to the office where you were clearly displeased, angry and upset at Dumbledore. You were concerned for Harrys safety and Severus' wellbeing, "You've kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment?... You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter." You voiced, strongly with anger clear. Albus quickly turned his head to you, seemingly shocked as you despised the boy, "Don't tell me now, that you've grown to care for the boy?". Your face dropped and you knew you had to spill your secret. In quick motion you took out your wand and cast a pratronum, "Expecto Patronum...". From your wand, a raven that had beautiful markings glided softly and eloquently throughout Dumbledores office, you both tracked it"

As they were watching the memory, Snape was crying, the tears were rolling down his cheeks and he didn't once bother to wipe them. Harry was upset, Hagrid and Dumbledore had their heads down. Minerva was wiping her nose until she made a noise and pointed at the memory. Your Patronum flew out of the memory and flew around the hospital wing and as it got nearer to the window it flew around Severus' head before flying out. He shut his eyes tight for a second, fully aware that your Patronus was his. He was the thing you love most.

As the raven finished its gliding around the room, Albus turned to you, shocked and he turned to completely face you as everything seemed to click in his head, "Severus". The memory suddenly flashed to you holding Severus' lifeless body with his cloak securely wrapped around him to keep him warm. The blood off the both of you was washed away by the torrential rain and your cries and screams were drowned out by the thunder. Back in the office, you put your head down as the tears began to roll down your cheeks. "After all this time?", he questioned and the pity and guilt was evident in his voice. "Always", you replied strongly.

Severus was silently sobbing, he put his hand over his eyes, not wanting anyone to see him cry. His tears had fell down his neck and wet the bandages that sat around his neck, covering the healing wounds from the snake. His arm brushed the bandages and he was instantly remined of the pain he went through, the pain you went through. He was reminded of how soothed and at ease he felt when you came to his rescue, when you stared into each others eyes, in the Boating House and each time at the dinner hall table. He finally knew the truth, he saw it. You risked your life every day to save Harry Potter because he was Lilys son, and you knew how much Lily meant to Snape. There was guilt, remorse, sadness, love, and anger at himself tingling throughout his still weak body. He knew what he had to do. And he told himself he was going to do it. Even if he had to crawl on his belly to the ends of the earth... he promised himself he would see you, and tell you how much he loved you, how you were his world, his everything.

Part 4 coming soon

#snape x reader #prof snape x reader fluff #professor snape x reader #severus x reader smut #severus x reader #severus snape #severus snape x you #severus snape x reader #harry potter #harry potter fic #snape x reader angst

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zponds · 28 days

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(Credit goes to JWBtheUncanny on Deviantart)

Ash Ketchum as Cure Master

Ohh yeah, Your eyes are not deceiving you, Ash Ketchum has changed.... for the next Pokemon Anime vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/po… when Sun & Moon finally ends and the Clone's Storyline finally ends, This is the Real Ash Ketchum, And he has been altered to a Degree, And it's sort of a Mix between XY ash and the Sun and Moon version, And.... to be honest.... I do like this new look for him, In-Universe Its possible how Ash altered it this loo may have been the Result of all 55 of the Pretty Cure All Stars inner light changing him.... At first I was afraid Ash was never gonna return in the Anime, But his Japanese Voice Actress put a rest to that claiming his Adventures is not over, It's amazing how much he's changed i.imgur.com/e9cnXq9.jpg

Also... with This new change of the Character and he's' still the same Age as he was in 1997, It's given me the opportunity to proceed with the Cure Master concept with Ideas from the Blueprints fav.me/ddcv5f6 But in the Blueprints as I would call the original Concept, the costume looked too familiar with his Kanto Costume which was the Idea with the Gold symbols of each of the Precure teams from the All Stars Pantheon, So I took some big libraries with the concept and came up with a Costume that's fits in line, His Cure Master Costume is a Set of Precure Armour that takes some inspiration from the Male PreCures from Hugtto PreCure, Even Jonathan Klondike AKA Joe Okada's suit of Armour, I did keep the Symbols of the Respected PreCure teams, They are Engraved in the Armour, In an edition, Ash now has a Sword called Blade of a True Pokemon Master and a Shield titled PreCure's loving Protection... if you look closely to it, You'll see the Angle figures on it are modelled in the forms of Nagisa Misumi AKA Cure Black and Honoka Yukishiro AKA Cure White, He's Research book is now complete with info linking the PreCures with there Respected Zodiacs, And he also has that Shard of the Miracle Star still giving off ever as you can see, Pikachu now possesses a Cloak of Levitation... Which Heartcatch PreCure use... When I was coming up with the Dialogue for Ash I was listening to this www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp-6BS…, So guys What do you thing, Do you like the way I came up with the Design, Please let me know of what you think?

(Messages from Ash Ketchum to the Precure All Stars Pantheon: Hello, It’s me... Ash, The real Ash Ketchum, Hope you get this message, There’s Something I wanna Tell that I keep Neglecting to tell you all at the Trial of my brother and the Ultra-Guardians... I received word from the Headmaster of Magic world, There’s Something about my Contingency Plan I had the Headmaster Of Magic World cast on to keep you and your Respects Home-Towns safe from invaders..... The Cloaking Spell was way more powerful then we originally thought... With some... Side effects.... Picture Miyuki and Akane becoming invisible when Candy was messing with the Camera.... But the First Generation Pretty Cures From Max Heart to Happiness Charge... Some how the Cloaking Enchantment Left Some Energy That has been absorbed into the Your DNA.... so from what Riko and Mirai told me... It’s likely that your Human hosts now have the Ability to become... Translucent willingly, So in the Day or night They could become Invisible and Visible at any time by command... I just thought that all 55 of you should know, Me and the Headmaster are not sure if there's a way to reverse it, but it may prove useful to all of you.... Sincerely Ash Ketchum of Pallot Town.)

#pokemon #pocket monsters #precure #pretty cure #pokemon ash #ash ketchum #cure master #pikachu #fancure #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #precure art #precure fanart

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singofsolace · 1 year

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“I didn’t know you could do that.” for Zelda x Lilith

Thank you so much for this prompt! It really sparked some immediate inspiration for a pairing I haven't written for in awhile. Who knows, maybe this will be what sends me back to all my Madam Spellman WIPS! 💜

This little ficlet explores a gift of Zelda's that was originally meant to be part of the show but was later dropped: telekinesis.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Zelda x Lilith ❤️ Word Count: 571

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Zelda doesn’t even remember what the fight was about. All she knows is that one minute Lilith was sitting in her parlor, sipping her tea, and having a civilized conversation about something or other, and the next, every object and piece of furniture in the room was hovering three feet from the ground.

“Zelda?” Lilith says, her eyes half fear and half curiosity. “Zelda, why don’t you take a breath?”

Zelda tries, she really does, but the breath gets caught in her throat. She feels immediately dizzy, the sitting room blurring around the edges until the only thing she can see is Lilith standing there in a red dress, her hands held in front of her, like she’s trying to calm a particularly dangerous and easily-spooked mare.

“Zelda,” Lilith repeats, her voice almost pleading, and Zelda remembers the last time Lilith begged, and she thinks a bloodletting might hurt less than the shame of having turned this woman away.

Lilith reaches out to touch her arm, and Zelda can’t help flinching back. Suddenly, her unconscious magic snaps like a rubber band, and all the objects come crashing to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Zelda whispers, hating how small and weak her voice sounds. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Lilith reaches towards her again, slower this time, and Zelda bites her lip, closes her eyes, and forces herself not to move away.

“Look at me,” Lilith says, and though it is a command, there is a note of hesitancy to it, that lets Zelda know she is no longer under the Caligari spell, and if she would prefer not to follow the order, there would be no punishment.

Zelda opens her eyes. Lilith is looking at her with wonder, now, and not fear.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Lilith inclines her head to indicate the mess Zelda’s magic has made of the room. Lilith smiles, then, and it sends a funny feeling fluttering through her stomach.

“Telekinesis,” Zelda offers, and of course, Lilith knows what it was, but it’s the only word her mind could come up with by way of explanation.

“Impressive.” Lilith’s smile widens to show her teeth. “It takes most witches a lifetime to harness that kind of power, and most never demonstrate that level of control.”

Zelda scoffs, shaking her head. “What control? Those objects levitated against my will.”

“Even more impressive,” Lilith’s hand squeezes her elbow in support. “How you managed to hide that level of natural ability from me for so long is astonishing. I knew you were a gifted witch, Miss Spellman, but that display tells me I still have much to learn about the extent of your talents.”

“Please, call me Zelda,” she offers, avoiding Lilith’s gaze again. “And thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” Lilith admonishes, but there’s only fondness in her tone, and not criticism. “I didn’t give you that power. And neither did the Dark Lord, I might add. That’s something deeper, something purer and more dangerous than anything even Hecate could give you.”

“What is it, then?” Zelda challenges, wondering how this ability she’d had since childhood could possibly be something special, when she’d been punished for it all her life—first by her father, and then by any number of teachers at the Academy.

Lilith’s smile reaches her eyes and takes on a slightly terrifying glimmer.

“Why, it’s chaos magic, my dear.”

#zelda spellman #lilith #madam spellman

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A Spell Gone Awry

someone requested a Stephen Strange x Reader but i accidentally deleted it so i can't tag them 😭 also, i love the work awry. js sounds cool. after i wrote this, my current obsession went from the mandalorian straight to a wizard so-

Stephen Strange x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: In "A Spell Gone Awry," the reader finds themselves at the Sanctum Sanctorum seeking help from Doctor Stephen Strange after a magical mishap. Despite Stephen's initial annoyance, he agrees to assist the reader in fixing the botched spell. As they work together, their relationship deepens, and the initial annoyance transforms into affection. The story is a blend of magical mishaps, romance, and personal growth, culminating in a heartwarming moment that highlights the power of love and support in the face of challenges.

A Spell Gone Awry

You stood at the imposing entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment in your hand. The evening was crisp, and the mystical aura of the building sent shivers down your spine. You had messed up a spell—big time—and there was only one person who could help you now: Doctor Stephen Strange.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The Sanctum's interior was as mysterious as its exterior, filled with ancient relics and books that seemed to whisper secrets from centuries past. You ventured further, the tapping of your shoes echoing through the vast hallways.

As you approached the library, you heard the faint rustling of pages and saw Stephen sitting at a table, engrossed in a tome of ancient spells. His distinctive crimson Cloak of Levitation hung nearby, seemingly keeping a watchful eye on you.

Clearing your throat nervously, you spoke up, "Stephen."

The Sorcerer Supreme looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw you. "What brings you here, (Y/N)? Shouldn't you be resting after your last magical mishap?"

You winced, remembering the botched spell that had led you here. "I messed up, Stephen. Really messed up. I thought maybe you could help me fix it."

Stephen's annoyance was evident, and he sighed, closing the book before him. "You need to be more careful with your magic, (Y/N). You can't just waltz in here every time you make a mistake."

You lowered your head, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I know, Stephen, and I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful, I promise."

Stephen's stern expression softened slightly, and he beckoned you closer. "Come here, then. Let me see what kind of mess you've made."

You approached him, handing him the crumpled parchment with the spell you'd attempted. Stephen examined it closely, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols you'd drawn. "This is quite the mess," he muttered under his breath.

Guilt gnawed at your stomach as you watched him work. You knew you should have been more cautious, especially since you were dating the Sorcerer Supreme. The fact that he was helping you despite his annoyance made you feel both grateful and even more embarrassed.

After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally looked up from the parchment. "I can fix this, but it will take some time and concentration. And I expect you to assist me every step of the way."

You nodded eagerly, relieved that he was willing to help. "Of course, Stephen. I'll do whatever it takes."

As the hours passed, the two of you worked side by side, carefully unraveling the tangled magic you had inadvertently created. Stephen's annoyance gradually gave way to a shared sense of accomplishment as you made progress. He guided you with patience, explaining the intricacies of the spell and how to mend it.

The atmosphere in the library shifted from one of tension to one of intimacy. As you and Stephen worked together, your fingers occasionally brushed against each other, sending a spark of warmth through your veins. There was a sense of closeness and connection that only grew with each passing moment.

Eventually, the spell was restored to its proper form, and you couldn't help but smile with gratitude. "Thank you, Stephen. I couldn't have done it without you."

Stephen returned your smile, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "You're welcome, (Y/N). Just remember to be more cautious next time."

You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling a rush of affection. "I will, I promise."

With the spell restored and your embarrassment gradually fading, you and Stephen retreated to a cozy corner of the library. You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

As the two of you sat there, surrounded by ancient tomes and the warmth of each other's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Stephen's guidance and love. The initial annoyance had given way to a deep connection, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face any magical challenge that came your way.

With a contented sigh, you whispered, "I love you, Stephen."

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "I love you too, (Y/N). And I'll always be here to help you, no matter how many spells you mess up."

You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms, and together, you drifted into a peaceful, magical slumber, knowing that the future held many more adventures—and plenty of fluffy moments—for the two of you.

The night passed in a peaceful embrace, and you awoke to the soft rays of morning light filtering through the library's windows. Stephen was still beside you, his steady presence a comforting reminder of the love you shared. You smiled at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"I suppose we should get some rest now," Stephen whispered, his voice warm and tender.

You nodded, not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. "Just a little while longer."

With that, you nestled closer to Stephen, savoring the intimacy and love that had grown stronger through the night. The Sanctum Sanctorum may have been a place of magic and mysticism, but it was your love for each other that truly made it enchanting.

And as the two of you drifted back to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges or spells awaited you in the future, you had the most powerful magic of all—love—to guide you through.

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artzychic27 · 8 months

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Now we need the DC science kids creating their own resistance (behind the inferior resistance’s back) and making a plan to defeat Hawk moth. And I am 99% sure that Zoe becoming Vesperia was all a plan for Jean to get his hands in a miraculous and learn how to track the butterfly.

(Season 1)

Aurore: Alright! For two months, Hawkmoth has been plaguing Paris, and the so-called heroes haven't gotten anything done!

Cosette: Is it because they're a bunch of kids who don't know shit about magic jewelry?

Aurore: Yes.

Simon: And because some old guy with some shady origins entrusted two random teenagers with the world's most powerful Miraculous?

Aurore: Yes.

Reshma: And because those two teenagers happen to be our schoolmates? Both of whom have no experience with magic or superpowers?

Aurore: Yes.

Lacey: That was very irresponsible.

Denise: Exactly. We've had years to perfect our powers, they've had the Miraculous for, like Aurore said, two months. Dios, I sound old.

Jean: Look, we can easily take down Hawkmoth before they do. There are hundreds of Miraculous in the world, each tied to their own Miracle Box, and I'm certain there's one here, which is how Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Hawkmoth got their Miraculous. We just need to get close to Ladybug and Chat Noir and earn their trust so they'll loan us any spare Miraculous when they come across an Akuma in need of backup.

Aurore: Okay, you're making some sense, but how will this get us closer to finding the Butterfly Miraculous?

Jean: Oh, just a little augmentation spell. There are certain rules that come with like, overpowered Miraculous, preventing them from copying other powers and shit, blah blah blah, so, that's where I come in. A bit of magic on those, and we'll stop Hawkmoth once and for all.

Aurore: Perfect. And in order to get those Miraculous, we'll need to show Ladybug and Chat Noir that we are the right fits for them! It may take weeks, months, but once we gain their trust, then-

(Season 2)

Ismael: You have to be kidding me! She brought out the Fox, Bee, and the fucking Turtle, and gave them to Alya, Nino, and Chloé of all people?! What did they even do?! I threw myself in front of a bus!

Reshma: Easy, Ismael, relax... But, yeah, what did they do? But, Chloé revealed her identity. Marinette won't be choosing her again... Right?

Mireille: Of course not.

Marc: Unlikely.

Lacey: Never.

Ismael: Yeah, um... Quick question. What's the Lord of Darkness and Famine doing here? *Points to Nathaniel brooding in the dark corner of the classroom*

Nathaniel: I have a name.

Marc: Oh, it turns out Nathaniel also has powers... So, I let him in on our plan.

Nathaniel: Wait, did you say Marinette is Ladybug?... That actually makes sense.

Denise: Wait, go back. What powers do you have?

Nathaniel: A wide variety- Levitation, teleportation, summoning, I'm messing with possession, and entering a person's mindscape... I can't teleport unless I know where that place is, though.

Lacey: Fuck!

Aurore: Alright, he's in. The more hero kids, the better.

Nathaniel: Actually, my father is a demon who has enslaved hundreds of universes and devoured millions of souls, and only created me so that I may act as his portal, allowing him to enter this world and destroy all life on it.

DC Kids: ...

Simon: N-nice to have you on the team.

(Season 3)

Cosette: Okay... We are past five months, and that chick has handed out the Snake, Horse, Dragon, Rabbit, Mouse, and fucking Monkey Miraculous! All to her classmates and two possible crushes! Oh! And there's a Peacock lady!

Denise: It's like we're invisible! Did they not see me beat down Bakerix?!

Jean: Oh, and what about the power-ups?! I mean, come on!

Reshma: I swear, this is getting more annoying as the months go by. Nathaniel, I need to ask... What is up with your classmates? Wh-what are they doing to get the Miraculous?

Nathaniel: Mostly just standing around in the right place at the right time, I guess.

Ismael: Then, we will do just that...

(Season 4)

DC Kids: *Intensely staring at Zoé*

Zoé: ... Hi?

Aurore: ... You're here for a few weeks, and she immediately entrusts you with the Bee Miraculous... How?

Zoé: Wh-what are you-

Marc: We know you are Bruce Wayne's daughter and one of his Robins, we all have superpowers, now EXPLAIN HOW! *Zaps a hole through the wall with his laser eyes*

Zoé: Hey, cool it! Okay, she approached me. She plucked me up off the streets and was like, 'Here's a Miraculous, go beat up your sister.'

Lacey: Okay, that was a good Marinette impression. Maybe you can help us. We've been trying for months to get the Miraculous so Jean can do his magic and help us track down Shadow Moth. Think you can be of some assistance and, and I don't know- Get it through that girl's head that all of us have the makings of superheroes?!

Zoé: ... Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Ismael: Alright! We have got this in the bag!

(Season 5)

Ismael: WE ARE SO BONED!

Reshma: *Shuts the windows to avoid being spotted by Miraculized Parisians* I agree.

Simon: *Packing his belongings* I believe in these times, the protagonists must ask themselves, 'Is this worth it?'

Denise: Amor, no.

Simon: Exactly, it's not worth it.

Nathaniel: I think they mean, fuck the Miraculous, we have superpowers, let's just fuck this guy up.

Ismael: Big talk coming from you, CapriKid.

Nathaniel: Sorry I couldn't get to you guys in time. I didn't know she was gonna immediately flag me down. What'd you want me to do? Run?

Aurore: I mean...

Nathaniel: Oh, come on.

Jean: Hey, Nath's right, we have powers that don't have time limits, and Zoé has training from the world's greatest detective!

Mireille: You know, I think you're onto something, Jean.

Nathaniel: Yeah, it's definitely better than the God-awful Resistance plan my classmates have been doing.

DC Kids: ...

Zoé: We'll circle back to that. DC Kids, GO!

*During Lady Noire's battle with Monarch*

Monarch: Surrender now, Ladybug, for I-

Cosette: TASER PUNCH! *Punches Monarch with their electrified fist* YEAH! We finally found you, bitch!

*The DC Kids appear in Monarch's lair wearing outfits inspired by their parents and pose dramatically*

Simon: And we only had to break into like seven homes, but who's gonna care? Everyone in the world is a mindless drone!

Lady Noire: What- How did you-

Aurore: Shut up! J-just shut up! We've had it up to here with you fuckers! WAY UP!

Nathaniel: Azarath Metrion Zinthos! *Create a black force field around the Agreste Manor* No one's getting in or out, even with the Horse Miraculous.

Lady Noire: Nathaniel?!

Denise: Ah, quit acting surprised. *Knocks Monarch out with another punch before tying him up with the lasso of truth* Now tell us your damn name, you dick!

Mireille: Tell us before I make your eardrums explode, you dumb fuck.

Monarch: M-my name is Gabriel Agreste!

DC Kids: ...

Marc: Wow, who expected that?

Denise: Who else is working with you?!

Monarch: Nathalie Sanceour was for a brief moment, but she is no longer in the picture. Tomoe Tsurigi and I collaborated on the Alliance Rings to ensure total world domination, and Félix was the one who gave me all of the Miraculous in exchange for his Amok.

Denise: And how the hell did Félix get the Miraculous? *Lady Noire backs away*

Ismael: *Zaps the floor next to Lady Noire with his laser eyes* Don't even think about it.

Monarch: Ladybug gave him the Dog Miraculous, which he used to bring them to me!

*The DC Kids all eerily and simultaneously turn their heads toward Lady Noire*

Marc: You... CLORBAG VARBLERNEK!

Jean: Yeah! What he said!

Reshma: I cannot believe what I am hearing!

Lady Noire: I-I thought he was Adrien!

Zoé: Not a valid excuse! What happened to Miss Hound?! Huh?!

Monarch: Lila Rossi is also working for me!

Cosette: Bitch, we know that.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #aurore beauréal #mireille caquet #jean duparc #mlb au #dc comics #dc kids #answered ask #ask me stuff

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EP 5. The words of a "pacifist"

WORD COUNT. 1286

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She didn’t flinch in disgust or revolt at the scene before her.

“Broggy was it?” She focused her attention to him instead. “Did you know that 2 years ago, a new agreement was made between our races following a meeting between a Divine Visionary and the Chief of Giants, Dorj Bassam?” He didn’t know that in his 100 years of youth.

“In it, one of the clauses state that if either a giant or human shows hostility and attacks the other with the intent to harm, they will be executed immediately by a member of the Bureau of Magic in violation of the agreement.”

“That’s such a heartless rule! Who made that rule!?”

“I made it.”

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The change in authority from the Blood Cane to the Desert Cane for the Magical Power Department had caused multiple personnel to leave. Job networks, surveys, and interviews with former employees revealed the main reasons were the sudden change of schedules, positions, and most importantly, the attitude and outlook brought on by the new head.

FORMER EMPLOYEE #1: He was scarily strict and had so many expectations of us.

FORMER EMPLOYEE #2: Mr. Madl changed the field agents meetings from being weekly to being monthly instead.

FORMER EMPLOYEE #3: Which is insane! He also merged some of the teams and mixed the groupings of others causing our work to become less efficient than before! It didn’t help that the workload increase too…

FORMER EMPLOYEE #4: The whole department missed Ms. Ontarin’s leadership… she was kind but she didn’t fight back for her position either which is the most frustrating part.

Statistics showed that there was a significant increase in magic crimes following her step down in leadership which increased displeased sentiments towards Orter Madl, even though he was overall still revered for his strength alone. But against his predecessor? He didn’t stand a chance.

But there was this one article that was etched into his mind months after he joined: pitting their achievements against each other to see who was superior supposedly. It ruled in favour of the blonde (she had more time if it wasn’t clear) but what stuck out to him was how she was described. ‘A pacifist.’ While he was described as a stringent man who followed the carried and maintained the rules by all means, she was described as a woman who avoided violence until a last resort. Rinka Ontarin, the woman who was now in a relationship with him, in a ruined pristine dress, with a mangled corpse of a man more than double her age and size below their feet was called a pacifist?

Taking off a dirtied glove as the remaining giant rushed back into his cabin, she stretched out her hand towards the bespeckled man. “Can you hand over my rabbiphone?” her face soured at the following thought. “Ugh, I have to meet that weirdo now…”

He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood on her cheek after handing over the phone. “You’re a mess.”

Her brows wrinkled with slight disappointment towards him. “Sorry the date was cut short…”

“You prioritised your duty as Divine Visionary,” placing the handkerchief back into the basket and utilising another spell in conjunction to levitate himself. A cleaning spell followed with a a subtle curl up at the ends of his lips. “It’s a good thing.”

“Morning, Tyrone,” she started the call. “You know that law between giants and humans? Yeah that one… Yeah. Are you in your office yet? Kind of need to get it over with. Today’s Hippo-tan’s birthday?” the apprehension in her voice dissipated, “Aw, he’s getting older… you better remember what I said. I’ll be there in a few moments,” finishing her call. Following instantly after, Orter cast another spell to be transported to his office after which she dashed out the door with a wave.

“Let’s get this over with,” she huffed, after shutting the door of the Dragon Cane’s office. A firm lock was heard as she noticed Hippo-tan eating meat at his desk. “I just got the papers, Miss… did you get married?” intrigued by her attire.

“Just had a date,” she brushed off, attempting to not overthink it. Taking the papers, she began to detail what had occurred earlier. Only 2 testifiable witnesses of what happened, she wrote down. The writing process took about 15 minutes. “You remember the magnification spell right?” He nodded. “Remember to do it when you hand it over,” happily scratching his pet dragon’s chin. “Happy birthday, you hungry boy.”

“Oh right, have you heard, Miss?” The Dragon Cane began. “The students Wahlberg sent to help subdue the dragons at the coast were Rayne Ames and Darren Randel.” A jolt of familiarity struck her eyes.

She needed to change soon, standing back up.

“Either way, call me if there are any updates.”

“Sure thing, Miss.”

With that out of the way, she quickly rushed back to get her work clothes. It’s 7 in the morning still, she reasoned increasing her pace. There would be no reason to encounter Renatus who would’ve just finished his night shift a few hours ago. “Oh, Rinka! How was your date?” she flinched. ‘I forgot about him,’ the slight screech of the sheath on the floor irritated her ears.

“It was peaceful until I executed a giant.” And he continued to question her. “Any pictures?” No. “How about any memorable moments?” Don’t remember. “What a bore!” He’s sounding more and more like Ryoh by the day, irritated by his behaviour as they were doors away from the office.

“Don’t you have a meeting today?”

“That was last night,” watching as she opened the door and her collected facade crumbled as her eyes looked down from whatever she saw with a shriek of a banshee. Immediately, she hid herself beside the door and covered her eyes with her hands. What was so mortifying that she paled to such an extent?

Peaking his head to the open door, he saw nothing remotely off-putting. Orter Madl was fully clothed in his usual clothes, minus his vest and robe which was neatly folded at his table. So what the hell did she scream from?

“What did you do?” Perplexed yet curious to what he was doing. Genuinely. In his years of knowing her, he’s never seen her revolt to such a comical extent. (He wants to burn that moment in his memory.)

“I was just adjusting my belt when she entered,” buttoning up his vest now.

Instantly, the white-haired man’s head lit up. “It makes sense now!”

And it’s never ever developed upon. Ever. Again.

“Is he done changing now?” Rinka asked.

“Yeah,” she stood up at the older man’s words as her tense shoulders slackened only to flinch once again.

“Mr. Madl! Ms. Ontarin!” The trusty gingerhead staff, Nerey Shaun, called out towards them. “Ryoh requested backup at the edge of the city! A group of Madjinns has taken down a fleet of our security force already!”

‘Madjinns?’

“Let’s not waste any time then,” Rinka rushed to retrieve their brooms whilst the head of their department got their robes. “Make sure the remaining security forces are on standby. Where’s Ryoh though—watch it,” he caught a broom with a glare.

“Ryoh’s focusing on protecting the city!”

The blonde woman, unchanged from her pale white dress, opened the window without another moment to spare, “I’ll get going then.” She jumped out with her broom, making the same staffer, Nerey, scream in shock and whizzed towards the mayhem.

Orter followed soon after, ‘Madjinns are a bad sign,’ tightly holding onto the broom’s handle before looking at his other occupied hand. ‘And she forgot to wear her robe.’

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Double update because I finally finished writing EP 8! (Been stuck writing it for like 4-5 days. And I'm realising I genuinely don't know how to write a slow burn romance. But genuinely, this chapter just sheds light on more worldbuilding. Oh and she encounters Kaldo instead of Renatus if that isn't obvious enough. I got lazy to use his name.

Oh right—I drew her outfit forgot to post it for Ep 4 and got lazy again. RAHHHHHH I FORGOT HER MARK!!!!

OH YEAH. BIG HEADCANON. Rabbiphones are EXPENSIVE AF. DVs have them for convenience of call between each other. Tells you how rich Orter's parents are for replacing that chucked phone (implied).

The next episode is one of my favourites! (I doodled her again! Definitely will post for next week).

#mashle oc #mashle fanfic idea #orter madl #mashle x oc #orter madl x oc #mashle #divine visionaries #mashle fanfic

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no-song-so-sweet · 5 months

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so, i’ve made some interesting dnd characters over the years, with some… questionable? backstories. but my absolute, all time favorite, is jack.

not in fighting prowess, or magical ability, or indeed, anything particularly useful, since i almost never rolled above a 12 when playing jack, except for when the comedic timing was perfect, which is, of course, when i ended up with nat 20s.

no, jack is my favorite because of jack’s backstory. you see jack, is a bard/rouge multiclass mess. mostly bard, i only took the rouge because we needed someone with proficiency in thieves tools. i didn’t help much, of course (re: my terrible rolls that campaign), but it was fun anyway, and jack was, quite frankly, sort of ridiculous as a rouge, because while jack was androgynous to the max (you could squint at jack all you wanted, but eventually you were going to have to pick a pronoun, and jack wasn’t going to correct you, which only made it worse when jack didn’t correct anyone else who picked a different pronoun. i never decided whether jack was outside the gender binary, or if jack just liked causing chaos for fun. my assumption is honestly both), and had sort of bland, forgettable human features, jack dressed in the most flamboyant outfits i could think of. you could always follow jack’s path by asking about jack, and whatever poor npc you asked would have to struggle to find a way to say that they had seen a person, who maybe had blonde or brown hair, and a roundish sort of face, and two eyes, and it was also definitely the person wearing knee high boots, a billowy pirate shirt, and a neon green and pink quilted duster coat.

so, jack is bard with extra sneakiness executed poorly, but mostly just a bard. to be exact, jack is a fiddler. to be precise, jack is a fiddler with two fiddles. the first fiddle is wood. it’s a warm reddish color, and has hand painted designs on the sides. it’s completely normal, sounds lovely, and jack treasures it.

the other one lives at the bottom of jack’s bag, and is made out of gold.

i thought maybe naming my character johnny might be a little too obvious.

so, jack has a fiddle made of gold that never gets played, right up until it looks like we’re going to have a tpk.

now listen. i did some serious negotiating with my dm about this fiddle. jack was meant to be a oneshot character, except it turned into not a oneshot because we were having too much fun, and expanded into a full campaign. that’s the only reason i was allowed to have this fiddle. that and i promised not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

so my party is about to die, it’s my turn, and i tell my dm that jack is going to play the fiddle. the gold one. the one jack doesn’t ever play. except for this very moment. okay, says the dm. play the golden fiddle.

immediately, one of the enemies turns into a potted plant. a party member turns into a sheep. jack starts to levitate because playing the golden fiddle equates to casting a spell, but also causes the area to turn into a wild magic area. the potted plant and the sheep both had concentration spells going. they no longer do. a ring of fire has appeared in front of jack. in the center is a very irritated demon.

jack as a plucky teenager won a fiddle contest with the devil, and won a golden fiddle that has a devil bound to it that has to come do whatever jack wants for five minutes, and causes the entire area, up to, i think 100 feet? turn into a zone of wild magic.

jack is ridiculous, i love them as a character, and i am never allowed to do character creation while listening to charlie daniels ever again

#dnd character #dnd #the devil went down to georgia #i have no regrets #and a lifetime ban on playing jack with that particular group

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penddraig · 3 months

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hey, it's me, back again to talk about howl's magic because that seems to be all i talk about at all times. constantly.

this time, i'm here to talk about the structure of his magic. simply put, and as i've said before, magic is complicated. howl's magic is complicated, but his leans on the idea of compounding spells into something greater, much like a mathematics equation or chemistry. wizards that practice like howl can often feel the "shape" of a spell, whether it's read aloud or simply something they have to feel around themselves, and that's what helps them firstly to discern what sort of spell it is : whether it relies on physical elements, or more magical and unseen elements, or whether it is dark magic then, what type of catalyst the spell takes, like speech, action, etc. in that shape is where one can find the layers of the spell. delving deeper, one can find the skeleton, and then the anatomy, and so on and so forth.

as howl puts, there are always puzzles within spells, so that they cannot be easily deciphered or deconstructed. the more powerful the spell, the more layers there are, and naturally the more mistakes are sewn into it. these are mostly found in spells of power, or ones that affect the physical world. they're not often seen in smaller spells, such as levitation or simple concoctions. mistakes made there are generally telltale signs of inexperience. also, mistakes in magic sometimes make the spell less concentrated, so that it won't blow up in someone's face should they actually mess it up.

howl is so used to practicing magic by now that he oftentimes through his runes and recitations together. his mistakes ? extremely howl mistakes to make, and that's what makes his magic even more wild and madcap at times. he also tends toward illusion spells as his favourite type of magic, and those are much more forgiving when it comes to accidental errors. he also put a lot of puzzles into his castle, and he's often aiding calcifer's stunted magic ( when he still has his heart ) so they aren't taken off guard by anything.

his lessons in as a student in both graduate school and ingary are all based on this idea of structured magic, and his interest is all of this was the reason why he decided to pursue it into his higher education, and then further into graduate school. though a lot of it stems from his natural inclination towards magic, he still had to learn how to craft his spells and incantations to the sharpest degree. in essence, howell's education from swansea university is what shot him into the professional tier, and then later, mrs pentstemmon helped him hone it into what others are familiar with today, and how i tend to write it.

#( ;; did you miss me rambling about his magic ? )#( ;; i sure did. )#.゜–– headcanon . * with a glib tongue & a clever mind .

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mareenavee · 10 months

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WIP Whenever~

Happy middle-of-the-week, everyone! I hope the writing's been good. I finished two whole fics this week. (Small, but still good.) Started on another, while getting about idk 1/3 of the way through chapter 27. That's what I'm going to share today! But first, tagging the most esteemed: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn (I have to know what's next lol), @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rhiannon1199, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup and @archangelsunited -- If you aren't tagged, consider yourself tagged, and tag me back so I can see what you've got! Without further ado, here's a section of chaos from chapter 27 of The World on Our Shoulders.

Teldryn sat on the edge of Neloth’s bed, cradling a mug of canis root tea. His skin still stung from the constant prodding and scraping to check for any remnants of the blasted Stalhrim. He was still anxious, if he was being honest. It made it hard to stay asleep. Tel Mithryn was almost unnaturally quiet, except for the low hum of the Levitation Runes and the rapid flipping of pages. At the moment, Neloth was poring over a collection of tomes while everyone else was sleeping. It couldn’t be long before dawn now. The perfect hour, really, for negative thoughts to swirl around unmitigated. He sighed and sipped his tea.

To make things worse, Nyenna still hadn’t been able to maintain consciousness for long, despite all Neloth was doing to help her. He’d theorized something about swelling in her brain combined with a disruption of the flow of Magicka through her body. It was as if the rebounded Shout had somehow broken her mind in more ways than one. The implications of that alone had him thanking Azura he’d even survived the Shout he’d gotten caught up in during that first fight by her side. He’d already decided he’d never underestimate her again, but now… Was it a death wish to stand so close to such power? Did that matter, in the end? He looked down at Nyenna now, sleeping peacefully, hair a tangled mess against the pillow, stress gone from her brow. It didn’t matter, come to think of it. It wouldn’t be right to leave and let her figure this all out on her own. She was a risk, but one he’d probably stick by until time itself came unraveled, Gods willing. He stopped mid-sip at the realization. Best if he didn’t exactly say that aloud, all things considered.

Neloth sighed heavily at his desk and swore in Dunmeris, his tone more exasperated despite keeping relatively quiet. Teldryn wasn’t sure how much of a healer he really was; even though he’d done incredible work after the Red Year, his personality sort of conflicted with the basic tenants of Restoration magic. To his credit, he did at least seem rather concerned and had even set aside the Stalhrim to study Nyenna’s condition. He’d even forced Talvas, his assistant, to drop all his projects and papers to help. The boy was passed out on his own desk in the other part of the room, exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up to him. Varlais, too, had tried to help but ended up in more of a glorified servant’s role. He wasn’t really the thinking type, as Neloth had frustratingly come to find out. Teldryn had, of course, already known.

Teldryn did the best he could with his own Healing and Calm spells. He’d offered to go get Aphia from Raven Rock, but Neloth insisted he knew more than any other Mer in a thousand-mile radius. While that was likely true, there really was no downside to having an extra pair of hands. It was just as well…the debt he’d racked up with the grand soul gems wasted on Teleportation spells outshone his earnings from the last half-year at this point. He likely wouldn’t have to pay it back, except in insults and reminders of how heroic Neloth had acted. This would go on for the rest of existence, an inside joke turned into exhaustion in no time at all. But that was just how the old wizard had always been. And to be fair, he’d pay that cost again and again if it meant helping anyone after what they’d all been through, Nyenna especially so.

To Neloth’s other point, Nyenna’s Magicka was not loud now, not like it usually was. It hadn’t been for a few days, though whatever the affliction, it was at least healing. There was a huge difference from when he’d dragged her out of the Atronach’s lair. Then, it had been almost non-existent, barely registering at all. She was so pale. She seemed so fragile. She’d been speaking in frantic Dovahzul, almost as if possessed. And her eyes… Gods, but… It was too difficult to recall that particular memory. He swallowed hard against the fresh wave of horror. He’d been terrified. He’d lived long enough now that few things were capable of even surprising him — but this whole situation had been almost too much. Not quite as bad as Red Mountain, despite the similar wrongness in the warp and weft of the place he’d felt, and the way their feet all had been moving of their own accord toward the danger. But it had been close. Living in the aftermath of that fight left him feeling somewhat hollow where fear had burned everything else away.

Unnerved, Teldryn sipped his tea and looked at her as she slept. It’d been a whole day since the last nightmare, so this peace was progress. As he’d done a hundred times in the last span of days, he reached out and brushed some of her curls out of her eyes. That power of hers was still there, like a shock under her skin, though dulled. He had hope, though, despite everything. Even in the void left behind by all the recent chaos, she gave him hope. He didn’t quite know how to tell her that without breaking unspoken rules.

#MareenaWrites #Teldryn Sero #Nyenna #The World on Our Shoulders #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Neloth #Skyrim #TES #tesblr #elder scrolls #skyrim fic #skyrim fanfiction #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr #WIP Whenever #WIP wednesdays #WIP

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