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tojipure · 3 months

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Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like.

And perhaps that's what it was.

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong.

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–”

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted.

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later.

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer.

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it.

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi.

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.”

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch.

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking.

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

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lonelywitchv2 · 1 year

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Shattered (Strawberries pt. 2)

summary: the discovery of your relationship leaves an aftermath that shatters more than just an inkpot.

content: lots of anger, lots of dialogue, lots of angst, lots of anger (again), sirius and james lowkey being assholes, mentions of food, the marauders basically controlling your life, sirius and regulus being on extra-bad terms, the marauders also stalking you (to an extent)

wc: 2350 (literally almost 4x longer than part 1)

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The walk back to the school was quiet, all attempts at defending you and Regulus had been long abandoned. James’ grip on your forearm remained as he marched you away from the forest while Sirius refused to even look at you, choosing to glare ahead like James.

When you, Sirius, and James entered the common room, Remus, Lily, and Marlene looked up, all three caught off guard by the sight in front of them. None of them had seen James look as angry as he did, not in the seven years of knowing him. You, on the other hand, were stuck in his iron grip, your eyes cast downwards. They watched as James and Sirius made a move to take you up to the boys' dormitories, only stopping when Remus jumped up and blocked them.

“What the hell is going on?” Remus asked, his tall frame standing in front of the staircase, glancing between the two boys and you.

“We caught her out on a little date,” James responded, his upset expression unchanged.

“Why is that such a big deal? She’s sixteen, she’s allowed to go on dates, Prongs,” Remus said, confused.

“Well, she isn’t allowed to go on dates with my little brother!” Sirius exclaimed, his face twisted in anger.

Remus, Marlene, and Lily all paused, shock written across each of their faces.

“She was on a date with Regulus?” Lily asked from the couch.

“Yes!” James responded, his head turning towards the redhead.

“And in the Forbidden Forest too!” Sirius added.

“It was just a picnic,” You uttered.

“I’m pretty sure it was more than ‘just a picnic’ given that I saw Regulus on top of you,” Sirius argued.

“Regulus was on top of her?” Marlene asked, still shocked.

“It wasn’t like that! We were just kissing!” You said, a weak defense against the five seventeen-year-olds beginning to crowd around you.

“Oh, so Regulus pins your wrists down every time you two kiss?” Sirius asked bitterly.

“No-!”

“Well, then it seemed like more than ‘just a kiss’ to me!”

“You guys don’t understand!” You exclaimed.

“Well then help us understand,” Remus responded, trying to remain calm.

“I’m trying! Regulus and I were going on a picnic-” You started before swiftly getting interrupted.

“Why was it in the Forbidden Forest?” Sirius pestered.

“Because we knew you would freak if you saw- which we were right about!” You argued back.

“Anyways….?” Lily said, trying to draw the story out from you.

“And we were talking about books-” You said, trying to continue.

“I didn’t know talking about books involved lying on top of someone,” James muttered, hostility lacing his words

“Oh shush, James,” Marlene groaned.

“We were talking about books and then had a play fight over a strawberry and kissed. That’s it. Nothing more to it,” You finished.

“Still doesn’t explain why it was all with Regulus,” Sirius grumbled.

“Listen, Sirius, I get that you’re pissed off and I’m sorry for keeping it a secret, but I’m not sorry that it was with Regulus. I know he’s your brother but I really like him, Siri,” You said, looking up at the dark-haired boy.

“I just… I don’t get it. How’d this even happen?” Sirius asked, quieter this time.

“Potions- we, uh, we have potions together. And a few prefects rounds now and then,” You answered.

“Prefect rounds… Lily, did you put the two of them together for rounds? Cause I know I sure as hell didn’t,” James accused, turning towards the red-haired girl.

“No- James, you know the pairs are rotated, I didn’t put them together on purpose, it was bound to happen!” Lily exclaimed, stepping away from the group.

“Lily, none of this would’ve happened if they weren’t put on rounds together!”

“The pairs aren’t picked out by hand, I already told you it wasn’t intentional-”

“Dear Godric- will you guys stop fighting? James, listen, Regulus and I had classes together- we would’ve met regardless of if we were paired up for rounds or not, so don’t go blaming Lily for it,” You interrupted.

“Everyone, just stop. I just need to think.” Sirius said, waving you, Lily, Marlene, Remus, and James off as he walked up the stairs and into his dormitory.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Remus muttered, following the path of Sirius. James, who momentarily turned to glare at you, walked behind Remus.

Left in the common room with Lily and Marlene, you let out an exasperated huff as you watched the boys’ heads disappear up the stairs. Turning around, you saw the two older girls staring at you.

“What?” You asked, not oblivious to their curious expressions.

“How long has this been going on?” Lily asked quietly, Marlene leaning in slightly to hear the conversation.

You stayed silent for a moment, your gaze trailing down to the scuffed material of your shoes.

“A few months,” You said quietly, slight shame enveloping you as you felt the burning stares from Lily and Marlene.

“How many months?”

“Four.”

“Four months?!” Marlene exclaimed, a gasp leaving her mouth.

Your head turned to the side, avoiding the gaze of the two as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“Yeah, four months,” You repeated, looking everywhere but at the girls in front of you.

“Why didn’t you just tell us?” Lily asked, brows furrowed.

“You’re really gonna ask that after what just happened? Blimey, Lily, it’s a mess whatever I do. None of them are going to trust me again. They… they’re gonna do everything they can to keep me away from Regulus and there’s about nothing I can do about it,” You muttered, frustrated tears forming in your eyes.

“I need to be alone for a little while. I’ll see you later,” You said after a few moments of silence, raking your hands through your hair as you left for your dorm.

The sight of your bed was a welcoming sight, prompting you to kick off your shoes and flop down onto it. Despite it only being late afternoon, you were already exhausted from the stress of the day. It started off good, with you getting to be with Regulus, but it was quickly ruined by James and Sirius discovering the two of you.

Regulus.

The thought of him normally brought a wave of happiness, butterflies swarming in your stomach when you saw him. Right now, though, you felt everything but the pleasant fluttering in your stomach. It was more like there were moths inhabiting your body, covering whatever light that was once in your heart. It wasn’t because of Regulus himself, dear Godric, of course not, it was over the fact that, just like you told Lily and Marlene, you would have all four boys, or at the very least James and Sirius, working against your relationship and working to keep you apart from him. It made you sick to the stomach.

Some might say to sneak around and meet up in abandoned corridors, broom closets, or empty classrooms, which would (theoretically) work if it wasn’t for the damned Marauder’s Map. At first, the piece of enchanted parchment was a blessing when you needed to check for professors before leaving the common room past curfew but, as you grew older and would meet up with boys, you would have about five minutes, maybe ten if you were lucky, until the marauders would appear. Your resentment for the paper only grew when you realized there was no way you could be with Regulus in an empty room or corridor at night without one of the marauders catching on, so you had to get creative. You and Regulus would make out in empty sections of the library, hold hands in the back of the classroom, talk and kiss during prefect rounds, and exchange love notes passed using either magic or by being left in between the pages of a book.

The rest of the day, you stayed holed up in your room, only leaving when dinner came around, followed by Lily and Marlene, who dragged you out of bed and down to the Great Hall. Dinner was a quiet affair, something incredibly unusual for the group but, with the lingering air of hostility emitting from Sirius, no one was really in the mood for talking. You were sat in between Remus and Lily, placed strategically so you couldn’t look over at the Slytherin table. Sirius, however, was sitting across from you and refused to even glance at you, his eyes either on his plate or glaring at the Slytherin table, most definitely aimed at Regulus.

You could feel the stares, watching as Marlene’s eyes flickered between you, Sirius, and Regulus. Lily, who would repeatedly would glance at you through her peripheral view, also caught your attention with her gaze. You were almost positive you could feel Regulus’ stare on the back of your head, yet you refrained from turning to meet the gaze. Sirius was mad enough as it was, he didn’t need to catch you looking at his little brother.

Not particularly hungry, especially given the day’s events, you spent the majority of dinner pushing around the food on your plate rather than eating it. You felt almost nauseous as you sat on the bench, the idea of eating englufed by the still-present feeling of moths within your body.

When dinner was finally finished, you were ready to bolt out of the Great Hall and into your dorm. Remus, however, had other plans, placing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his tall frame. Although it might’ve looked like an act of affection to some, you knew it wasn’t. You were certain Sirius had given Remus some sort of signal to make sure you didn’t leave their sight, something he was keen on avoiding after finding you and Regulus in the forest.

The over-protective behavior continued for days. You were always in the company of at least one of the marauders, whether it was in the library or walking to class, you were never alone. They had even gone so far as to bribe one of your Potions classmates into keeping an eye on you and Regulus. Of course, this was only after the plan of forcing you to switch partners failed and so began your life of constant surveillance. James had even put it upon himself to use his Head Boy status and hand-pick the prefect pairs that would patrol the halls, ensuring that you and Regulus were never together.

The only time you were ever alone was when you were in your dorm. Even then, the three girls, with whom you shared a room, had told you that James interrogated them every time they left the dorm, trying to squeeze information out of them on if you had gotten any letters or anything of the such. The girls, thankfully, had refused to answer any of James’ questions, leaving him to question what happened behind the wooden door of Gryffindor tower’s dormitory thirteen.

Around a week after you and Regulus were discovered, you finally received a letter from him. It had come Saturday morning while you were getting ready for breakfast, delivered by the midnight-colored owl Regulus had named Pluto, after the Roman god of the underworld. After petting Pluto for a moment, you sat down on your bed to read the piece of parchment. Inside the letter, Regulus wrote about how greatly was he missing you and how he wanted nothing more than to be able to hold your hand without receiving a scathing glare from his brother. You folded the letter back up and went rummaging through your bag, pulling out parchment, ink, and a quill as you wrote a response, talking about how you were planning on trying to get Sirius to let up and not keep you on watch every moment. You rolled your letter up, tied it to Plato, and sent him off, storing Regulus’ letter inside your DADA textbook before hurrying down to breakfast.

While you were sitting with your friends, your eyes would briefly glance at the door every time a student entered, looking for a particular curly-headed boy. When you made eye contact with the one you had been searching for, you could feel the redness in your cheeks. You quickly looked down, avoiding the side-eyed glance you received from Sirius, his eyes trailed over to where Regulus was walking towards the Slytherin table.

Catching on, Sirius dropped his fork onto his plate, storming out of the Great Hall in a fit of rage. You, James, Remus, Peter, Marlene, and Lily all watched him disappear before you stood up and began to follow him.

By the time you reached the painting of the Fat Lady, Sirius was already ahead of you and inside Gryffindor tower. Muttering the password, you entered the common room, pausing to look for Sirius. After you realized he wasn’t downstairs, your ears caught the sounds of things being tossed around and falling from the girls' dormitories.

In a matter of seconds, you rushed up the stairs and into your dorm, where Sirius was rummaging through your bag, your nightstand already ransacked and gutted, its contents scattered across the floor.

“What the hell are you doing, Sirius?!” You shouted, attempting to pull the bag out of the boy’s grip. The fight over the bag was essentially tug of war, ending when the contents spilled out, books and quills on the ground.

“I don’t know what else you’re hiding from me, but I’m going to find it so bugger off,” Sirius growled, anger burning in his eyes as he glanced at you.

You watched as Sirius reached for your Defense Against the Dark Arts book, freezing as the letter from Regulus fluttered out from the pages and onto the ground. Sirius picked it up, unfolded it, and turned to you with a look of betrayal and fury on his face after reading it.

“How could you?” Sirius said, leaving your dormitory and taking the letter with him.

Left in the mess surrounding your bed, you looked down to see your inkpot on the ground, shattered.

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superlunar-eclipse · 4 months

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🌑 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ━━━━━ ACROSS THE COUNTRY

SUMMARY ➤ Dean and Sam, concerned about their missing father, approach their estranged elder sister Y/N, an FBI agent, for help. Despite initial resistance due to past grievances and her current job, Y/N eventually agrees to join them in their search, setting the stage for a journey filled with potential challenges and dangers.

WARNINGS ➤ injury’s, injured Y/N, stabbed wound (to the shoulder), small shard of glass on Y/N’s face and the back of their head, and slight arguing.

CHARACTERS ➤ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N Winchester, mentions of John Winchester, and Adam William (added character)

WORD COUNT ➤ 1,180 words

OTHER ➤ Y/N is a FBI agent, small mention of Y/N being 32 years old, set in season 1, episode 1.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ➤ first fanfic! hopefully dean and sam don’t act too OOC, but lmk if they do!

"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam took a deep breath before responding, "So, he's working one of his usual overtime shifts on a 'Miller Time'. It's nothing to worry about. He's bound to stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean glanced down at the cold, hard ground, allowing his eyes to linger there for a moment before looking back up at Sam. His voice was full of concern as he said, "Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days."

Sam’s expression remained stoic, giving away nothing of the worry that was slowly starting to creep in. Jess, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced up at him.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

"I mean, come on. You can't just break into my place in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam said, his voice echoing in the silence of the night as he followed Dean down the stairs.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I'm not just asking you to hit the road with me. I need you to help me find him." He looked back at Sam, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"I- I don’t understand, why couldn’t you have called Y/N? Isn’t she an FBI agent or something like that?" Sam questioned, his hand reaching out to grab Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to halt his progress.

Dean sighed loudly, a sound that echoed throughout the quiet night. He bounced on the balls of his feet, a nervous habit he had whenever he was troubled. "Well I… kinda don’t know where she is…" he admitted shamefully.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, a clear sign of his confusion. "What do you mean you ‘don’t know where she is’?"

Dean pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Well I don’t know her exact location but I know she’s somewhere in Washington DC or something like that!"

Sam scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. "That’s all the way across the country."

"Well did you want this to go quicker?" Dean shot back defensively.

Sam simply rolled his eyes at Dean.

"Look, are you coming with me or not?" Dean asked, his patience clearly running thin.

"I’m not." Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Why not?" Dean questioned, his frustration clear.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

"Come on. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t all bad."

Dean starts heading down the stairs once again, with Sam quickly on his trail.

"You know, in almost three years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean tried to reason, his voice softening.

Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.

"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find the both of them."

Y/N, a 32 year old FBI agent, sat in the back of the ambulance as the woman cleaned up her many cuts. Her shoulder had been stabbed by the unsub and her head was smashed into a sheet of glass.

"Alright, you're done." The woman finished cleaning her cuts, placing a bandage on her forehead and applying gauze tape to her wound.

Y/N smiled at the woman and hopped off the ambulance truck.

"Y/N!" someone shouted from the distance. She turned to see her great friend Adam, who was the first one to welcome her to the FBI.

She smiled softly as he gave her a comforting hug, "Ow, my shoulder." Her nose scrunched up in pain.

"Sorry," the corners of his mouth turned up as he let go of her.

Other agents of the FBI walked up to her, thanking her for her bravery. "Thank you for saving that girl's life."

"No problem." She gave them a comforting smile.

The agents walked away to discuss matters with other departments.

Y/N and Adam talked about the case for a little while, before Adam turned his attention to something behind her.

"Hey, do you know those people over there?" He asked.

She turned around to look at the people Adam was pointing at. She tilted her head to the side, squinting slightly as she tried to recognize them.

Why did they look so familiar?

Her face paled when she realized who they were.

"Uhm, yea- yeah I do, I’ll be right back," she stuttered, patting his shoulder reassuringly before she walked away.

"What are you guys doing here and how in the hell did you guys find me?" Y/N whispered-yelled at the two boys, her eyes wide with surprise.

"We need your help," Dean replied simply.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, "Oh, so all of a sudden you both need me after what, three years of not talking to me?"

Dean, with a dramatic flair that was all too typical of him, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Listen-" he began, a note of desperation creeping into his voice.

But she cut him off, her frustration palpable. "Dean, please, I really don’t have time for this," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Sam, practically silent until now, took a step forward. His eyes critically scanned over her face and body, noting the signs of recent distress. "What happened to your shoulder?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

In response, she lifted a brow and shot him a sarcastic look. "Take a guess, Sam. I’m in the FBI," she said dryly.

He rolled his eyes at her retort. Typical Y/N, he thought, not for the first time.

Dean, who had been silent during their exchange, finally spoke. "Dad’s been missing for a few days, and we… we need you," he stated, his eyes narrowed and serious.

Her reaction was almost immediate. Her jaw tightened, her eyes darkened, her whole demeanor turned defensive. "And why would I want to find him?" she shot back, her voice icy.

He faltered, at a loss for words. He turned away, his gaze landing aimlessly on the nearby crime site.

Now it was Sam’s turn to speak up. He stepped forward, his eyes pleading. "Y/N, please, we really need you right now," he implored, giving her a puppy-dog look. It was a tactic he used to use all the time when he was younger to get what he wanted.

She looked away from him, her lips pursed, her face screwed up in thought. After a long pause, she finally voiced her question. "How- how long is this going to take?"

Dean was the one to answer. "Four days."

She sighed out loud, a wearied sound that echoed in the silence. "You do realize I have a real job, right?" she asked, a note of exasperation in her voice.

Dean rolled his eyes, a retort already forming on his lips. But before he could speak, Y/N interrupted him.

"Fine, I’ll go with you two," she said, her voice resigned.

Dean smiled lightly, relief flooding his features. "Thank you, Y/N."

And so, they walked together to Dean's car, unaware of the challenges and dangers that lay ahead of them.

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blue-the-hedgehog · 7 months

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Teen Wolf 2x12 but it goes a little different.

He really had a shitty year. He wouldn’t dare to compare it to his friends but he really had a shitty year. Ok maybe Scott turning into a werewolf because of him was not good but at least he wouldn’t die of an athma attack and he became captain of the lacrosse team, ok maybe jackson turning into a manipulated lizard wasn’t fun but he half bring it upon himself as he was so obsessed about taking the bite to became the best , ok Lydia being hurt and manipulated by Peter Hale and her feeling like she is going crazy wasn’t good but now that she knew she seem a little better tho, ok Isaac’s father being killed will the boy was facing his new found wolfiness wasn’t good but he deserved it and he knew that Isaac would come around at some point, ok Boyd and Erica being hunted and tortured weren’t the best way to came into your new superpowered self and ok Allison had saw her aunt throat being ripped of and her mom killed herself, they were both psycho but still it was not fine. Now he was in his jeep with Lydia Martin after he get to find her. He had pushed her away but when his dad had told him that he was a hero, which he wasn’t really, he get back to find her. He had a phone call from Erica telling him that her and Boyd where free because of Chris Argent. it was good ! At least one good thing! Alright maybe he should have get to Allison after her mom’s death and get her into the really VIP club of the-ones-with-dead-mom… maybe she wouldn’t have been so quick to hunt Derek and his pack. Oh he should have bring Derek in the club too! The three of them would have bound around this similarity and maybe everything would have been fine!! Does Scott have told her why Derek at bite her mom? No, he certainly didn’t… So he should have told her and they all should be a little angry at Scott because she should have been, and Derek can be too because Scott always put every bad thing on Derek, and Stiles is angry too because his best friend never asked if he was alright! And always ditch him for his girlfriend! Talking about motherless people, he should have extend the invitation to Isaac too!

That what he was thinking when he tumbled into the warehouse and hit Lizard-Jackson. Everybody looked at him and Lydia as they jumped out of the car. He looked around and almost directly understood what was going on in here: Isaac was still full of dagger's wounds, Allison had said daggers in hands and was ready to fight, Scott was looking at Stiles with a confused look, somewhere hidding was Peter, he saw the body of Gerard Argent lying in a puddle of black goo and he saw Derek still paralysed on the floor in Beta form,wrecked and a betrayed look on his face. When he get back to reality Lydia went to Jackson and everybody was concentrated on them. Except Stiles, he kept his eyes on the evil Argent Grandpa, he looked dead, everybody thought he was dead. But he saw it , the suptil twitch of fingers. He start to head toward him slowly, well it wasn’t like anybody would notice him. As he arrive next to the old man he heard Peter and Derek leap to Jackson and dig their claws in his torso, back and front. A loud gasp of everyone, a sad scream of Lydia. The strawberry blond girl was crying as Jackson was dying in her arm. She started to walk away when suddenly everybody could heard claws scraping against the floor and Jackson rise back to life as a werewolf. Great so fucking great now the guy will be in the back-from-the-dead-werewolf club with Peter and once again he will be the only one to be alone in a club. He should really had invited Allison and Derek in his dead-mom club!They all cheered up but he felt Gerard try to move under the foot he had put on him to pin him on the ground and he couldn't help but gave him a hit in the face that was received with a grunt. Everybody turned toward him, Scott with his "it's not how we do things" look, not a single "what happened to your face Stiles?" and something hurt in his chest when he saw that Derek was trying to avoid his eyes. Does the guy thaught that he had something to do with all of this? whatever it is. So he look at Scott hand asked before his best friend opened his mouth.

-What have you done Scott?

-I didn't do any...

-Cut your crap!! What the fuck have you done?!

Stiles was pissed, really pissed and Scott wasn't used to be the target of this much of anger from his best friend. So he offered his best puppy eyes and explained what he had done. And,God help him, Stiles look furious after that. Every soul in this place saw Stiles assessing eyes fall on them, one by one and finally again on Derek. Did the man really thought that Stiles was a part of this shity plan? that he would have breatrayed him like this?! And then, Stiles snaped. He was fuming

-You really had go with this shit of a plan without coming to me for advise?! You are really this stupid Scott?! but I will handle you last ! First someone come and get this VERY ALIVE old creep tied up tightly thank you!

Chris came quickly to put handcuf and rope on Gerard, gun ready to shoot just in case. Stiles walked to Allison and held a finger out to her face.

-You! Can you tell me why you came so violently after Derek and his pack?

She held her head high and almost bite with her words

-Because Derek killed my mother Stiles! You know that my mother his dead! You can't understand!

Stiles’ finger drop with his hand along his side, he shook his head, sadness creeping into the anger and suddenly a little laugh came from Stiles and harsh look and tone were directed to the young huntress

-I can't understand? Me? Your mom is dead yes, It's sad, and I'm sorry for you Allison. But you are seventeen, you should have enough maturity to see what's happening! Derek didn't kill your mom! He had bite her! He had bite her to protect Scott from your fucking psychotic mom who was trying to kill him! She killed herself! She choose to die ! She could have lived as a Werewolf but she choose your stupid family code over her husband and daughter! My mom died too, but my mom never had the choice! She died when I was ten! You aunt killed the entire Hale family, she had killed Derek's mom when he was sixteen! And you dare coming after him because your mom choose to kill herself ?! You don't think that the fact that he loose all his family because of YOUR aunt and had to run away and had to fight your family again, is enough? and I don't list everything here! You came after Erica and Boyd who did nothing to your family for this too?! You had hurt Isaac this bad for this too?! You had fucking worried your dad for this too... You had loose your mom, he had loose his wife ... So get it together ! You are acting like a poor spoiled princess and don't even care about hurting other people ! I don't care that you had been manipulated by your grand father, you could have listen to your dad, I know that he had tried...

The girl opened her mouth to argue but she couldn't came with anything and looked down letting her daggers fall on the floor.

-I...I'm sorry Stiles...I..I had let my pain blind me and I didn't though about all this

-YES OBVIOUSLY!

Derek was looking at Stiles with wide eyes, a little warmth was growing into his chest. The boy was defending him? Then Stiles started to lecture everyone in the room, coming to Lydia and Jackson after that.

-Lydia, you already had your lecture earlier, think about it would you?

She nodded and almost hide herself behind the very naked Jackson. Stiles sigh before he fetch a spare sweetpant and t-shirt that he let in his car. He through it to the blond boy and didn't wait to speak first

-Just take the fucking clothes! Yes you can throw away those filthy and cheap rags when you get home if you want. But just Shut up and take it. And stop wanting things that people don't recommend to you. Fucking LISTEN! It could help you, don't you think? The bite that you wanted so damn much had changed you in a big lizard manipulated by a stupid teenager seeking revange and after that an evil old man seeking for the bite too! they had used you! So work on yourself now!

Jackson's jaws clench but he noded too once he had put on Stiles's clothes.

-Thanks for the clothes.

-You're welcome, I couldn’t let you walk around naked I'm not a monster...

A low growl, practicaly imperceptible by anyone took place in Derek's chest, he didn't like the fact that Stiles' scent was now all over Jackson. It felt wrong. But he took on him and follow the boy that was now mooving to Isaac. But a softer look appeared on the sheriff's son face

-Are you ok Isaac? Did it heal fine?

The young werewolf nodded and looked at Stiles confused by the soft tone but suddenly something more sour hint in the pale boy's voice.

-How is it to be Scott best friend for a few days? fun? Do you see what happen when you follow his stupid plans blindly without using your brain? You get fucking hurt! Because he don't take you in count in his plan! He didn't thought that you could be fucking hurt! You should stick to your alpha and don't go following my stupid childhood best friend if you are not ready to use your brain! You could have died today! learn to take care of you would you!?

Isaac looked shipishly at Stiles and let a little whine escape. Stiles had use a softer tone and hadn't yell at him. Stiles came to ruffle slowly Isaac hair.

-What I'm saying is that you are clever and you know how to survive but once someone show you some attention you just do wathever they say and t's not safe for you Isaac, I don't want you to be hurt for something like today or be use by someone you understand?

The young wolf nod and melt a little against Stiles touch. The human had been kind, he knew that Isaac would be affraid if he had yell or seemed ready to hit him. But even softer he had made his point heard. Then the boy get to Peter.

-You creeper Wolf! If you had helped your nephew this wouldn't had happened! You just had to kill the evil grandpa and everything would have been fine! Stop hiding !! You want your last remaining family to die ?!

-No, I don't! You have no lesson to tell me you little human!

-Yes I have some actually! You really have to learn how to take care of the ones you love! Because I know you care about Derek! So act like it would you!! You are really smart! I know that you saw what you could have done to avoid this outcome don't you?

-...Yes ,you're right...You're a smart little brat aren’t you?

A mischievous smile was on Peter's face but fall right away when Stiles looked at him with daggers in his eyes. He turn toward Scott, his gaze dark, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles where white. His tone low and dangerous.

-You! You are the worst best friend that someone could ask for!

-Why are you…

-SHUT UP SCOTT! Didn’t you forgot someone when you did your little pact with Evil grandpa over there?! Do you really care so little about me that you didn’t even ask what happened to me?! Do you see my face?! I may have a few ribs almost broke! The old psychopath over there had abducted me and brought me in a freaking bassement with Boyd and Erica , the two of them being tortured and I had been beaten up because I am your friend! it was a message for you !! You didn't even care about your very human childhood bestfriend before your little huntress of a girlfriend who know how to use weapons! I don't talk about Mama McCall, you had done right for that at least! God! what even was your shitty plan here...Don't! Don't try to tell me that it work because if I wasn't their the Evil old man would have escape! You know pretty well what you just did to Derek!! You had used something very dear to him without telling him about it before!You had let him took the blame for Allison's mother without even giving her the explanation she deserve! She deserve to know why her mother had choose to kill herself! Do you think a little sometimes about peoples feelings? We are living people Scott, not just side kicks in a teen serie where you are the hero!

The young wolf looked like a kicked puppy but wouldn't dare to spoke as he had never saw his bestfriend so angry, hurt and betrayed. Stiles came to put a hand on Chris shoulder, his voice softened.

-As you see I'm not affraid to yell at big strong adults...if you can call Peter an adult... First, I'm sorry for your loss...I can't tell that I know first hand how it is to loose a wife but I saw my dad after my mother died... It was... really bad. You handle it well in comparison. I offer it in his behave but, don't hesitate to go talk to my dad if in need. He would be glade to share a beer with you. Secondly, I heard on my way here that you had helped Erica and Boyd to get free, thank you for that, I wasn't strong enough and maybe a little too stupid ... You are a good man Mister Argent.

-You had done well kid, a lot of people would have run and hide at your place you know?

Chris offered a small smile to Stiles. The teen then walk to Derek and point a finger at him. The man crossed his arms trying to look bigger and confident, ready to took a big yell. But he couldn't help his eyes to go wide when he heard the soft and concern tone in Stiles voice.

-You!! Are you alright? I'm sorry for what Scott had done to you, he should have talk about his plan with you before. If it confort you I wasn't aware of it neither. It was half good and half really stupid, so many things has not been taken in concideration. And I don't want you to think that I was a part of that! If I was it would have been almost perfect, and you would have known, I wouldn't have done that to you...But you should communicate more you know that?! Anyway, you shouldn't have to be forced to bite someone, and even more this filthy Evil Old grandpa and..

Derek couldn't take it he was listening intendly at Stiles but his bruised cheek and his slited lips was distracting. He took the boy’s face carefully in his hands as everyone gasped at the mouvement and as the man dared to cut Stiles mid-sentence. His eyes glowing red as soon as he felt Stiles’ pain.

-Stiles, just a second... Me, I'm fine, I'm okay, No wound that couldn't heal in minutes and nothing more than a deep feeling of filthiness, betrayal and now it don't seem so important because I know that you are not a part of it... I know it's strange... But ...You... Are you ok? You have more than just you face...You have so much pain ...

Derek couldn't help and had started to drow pain from Stiles, The teen was in so much pain that Derek couldn't understand how he was still standing and yelling to everyone. And as easy as he had snapped from anger, Stiles broke from hurt and the loss of adrenaline, tears falling from those big bambi whisky eyes. Violent sobs escaped Stiles as he hold his ribs even if he couldn't feel the pain right now. Derek was heartbroken as he smell the suddent scent of sadness, fear and pain rolling in wave from Stiles. He couldn't hold a whine and he pull causiously the human against him. With one hand Stiles gripped at his shirt like it was a life line.

-I...I hate all of this! I know that sometimes I don't care about people feelings but now it's too much. Everyone fight because they are too self centered to care about others. And Erica and Boyd where tortured and I couldn't helped them...a...And I didn't even had the chance to enjoy my good game of tonight because I had been abducted and beaten up by this old freak! and ...And It was a really good game you know? I ..I scored a few time and I made us win! Do you believe it!!And I had done everything for Scott, I know it's my fault if he had been turned, it should have been me... (« yes! i should have bite you indeed ! » they all could hear Peter add in the back) But do you think it's normal that he totally forget about me when it come to protecting people he love?! Like her dad would never let Allison be hurt by anyone! And Mamà McCall know about all the supernatural stuff! But me, my dad didn't even know ... I had to lie to him once again...And I’m alone!! I can’t heal fast! I don’t have super strength or, know how to use weapons. It’s a matter of time before you see that Lydia is smarter than me! And we all know she is more than human! I’m the only basic human here! And my best friend forgot to negotiate my safety… And you! You should start to take care of yourself ! Talk to us and try to trust some of us… I know that it will be difficult now because of what Scott had done here but you could trust me!! I trust You! I don’t want you to die!! I care about you! So stop doing your thing alone !! An Alpha is stronger with a big pack! So stop shutting people willing to be part of it away!! I can help even if I’m not a wolf!!

Stiles knew that he should have stop talking long ago as he could hear Scott whimpering. But he was hurt, he had a really rough day and when he saw what had happened here it was too much for him on so many levels. He could feel that Derek had tensed a little and suddenly his sob stoped. Oh god he had told this out loud isn’t it?! He was so fucked, he needed to run away from those two strong and warm arms. He tried to slip away but Derek hold tightened around him and he felt Derek’s cheek against him before the wolf start to nuzzled the crook of his neck. it felt so warm and intimate and he felt safe and so calm that he didn’t move. The Alpha talked low and soft.

-Stiles, I’m sorry… I thought that you didn’t trust me … Didn’t realize that You really cared about me… It’s okay you’re safe … you are not alone

Stiles’ hold tight on Derek’s shirt, his brain start to fill with a fog. The werewolf was draining his pain as he hugged him, he was warm and strong, a shelter of safety around his broken body. The teen let the tiredness took over, Jackson wasn’t a lizard anymore, the old psycho grandpa was tied up, Erica and Boyd were free and safe at the loft waiting for him, Allison was a little confused but hopefully not willing to kill Derek anymore, Lydia was fine, Scott had been yelled at and he would make sure later that Melissa will punish him for his stupidity, Isaac would hopefully think before following Scott’s plan from now, Chris Argent was on their side, Peter was…well Peter but not up to no good for now , no dangerous police call had emanated from the radio in the jeep so his dad was safe at home and Derek was wrapped up around him so he was sure that the man was fine. A smile appeared on his lips as he fall asleep in Derek’s arms.

-‘m feeling like a mom… kids are exhausting…

Derek carried him bridal style, smiling fondly as everyone hold small laugh. Next morning, Stiles woke up in his bed, the Alpha of the Hale pack wrapped around him, his face in the crook of his neck and a hand on his waist. Somewhere in the back of his head, a shadow was lurking, something wrong was happening. But just for a few more hours he wanted to enjoy this safe space, just a little more. He fell back to sleep as he brushed his fingers on Derek’s chest.

#as always is way longer than I wanted too #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #hale pack #scott mccall is the worst bestfriend possible #died mom club should be a thing #Stiles is the pack mom #in his own weird way tho #Derek was looking at Stiles the whole night after that #Stiles Stilinski is done with everyone stupidity #after that Derek Allison and Stiles had some dates where they complained about Scott #Allison and Derek were in shock as Stiles explained how he was treated the whole year

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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Do you have any headcanons or anything of the sort regarding Precipice Moirai/PreMo? I'd like to hear what your thoughts are about them!

I don't think about Premo a ton (for people who are confused, this is Idia's favorite idol group), but here's how I personally picture them:

They're sisters.

They look youngish (or "ageless") but they're actually a bazillion years old. Don't ask them about how old they are or they'll give you that smile that doesn't fully reach their eyes.

Because they're so old, they've seen sooo much and are thus easily bored. They live for listening in on drama and scandals because those can get so absurd it provides some fleeting entertainment to them.

In interviews and talk shows, they drop very archaic, outdated jokes and have refined manners of speaking. It's an odd mix of how your grandma might talk combined with modern anachronisms (slang). It's very "how do you do, fellow kids" energy.

They get along in public, but they constantly bicker and act overly competitive in private (usually over borrowed items).

They came up with a really complicated and dark “anime-esque” backstory for how their group got together. No one knows if the backstory is really true or if it’s something their marketing team came up with as part of their “lore”.

In some interpretations, the Fates are specified as Clotho (who spins the threads of fate with her spindle), Lachesis (who measures the threads of fate using a measuring tape), and Atropos (who cuts the threads of fate using shears). In other interpretations, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos represent past, present, and future respectively.

I think of each girl as being representative of one place in time. For example, the Fate representative of the present may be a carefree party goer who wants to "live in the moment", without thinking much of the consequences (the future) or her previous mistakes (the past).

I see Premo banking on these themes as motifs or image items for the corresponding idol girl (so one represents the past with her spindle, one represents the present with her measuring tape, etc.). I also headcanon that the idols have their own merch and fandom hand signals which make reference to each Fate's respective task. For example, there may be scissors on a Premo T-shirt or a scissor-like hand shape or cutting motion made to signal that you stan "Atropos" of the Fates.

Eyes are a prominent motif and are more universally associated with the group as a whole rather than an individual member. (This is because the Fates were fighting over a single eyeball in Disney's Hercules.)

It’s implied that the girls wear black, but I headcanon that most of their outfits are monochromatic, save for like maybe a few colorful accessories.

It would be cool if they also incorporated elements of Japanese mythology into their group's theme. More specifically, I love the idea of the three girls wearing a red ribbon or some slash of red on their outfits each time they perform. This would be a reference to the "red thread of fate" which permeates many east Asian cultures. It is said that this "thread of fate" connects you to someone you are destined to meet someday, someone who will change your life in some significant way. Typically this means romantically (which would fit in the culture of Japan promoting idols as "pure" and "avaliable" to their fans), but it can also be interpreted platonically. I think this makes a lot of sense given that the Fates are marketed as "three girls bound by Fate".

They blend traditional dance and attire with modern practices. It's very important to them to retain their history and culture, as well as to share it with a new generation so that they are preserved for the future.

They partner up/collaborate with organizations and programs that seek to educate others about history, such as museums and restoration projects. Again, this is because Premo truly cares about preserving history and teaching it to others.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Idia Shroud #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Premo #notes from the writing raven #question #Precipice Moirai #curiouser and curiouser

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tryanmybest · 9 months

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whatever's supposed to happen in season 3 aside, i'm delusional

please enjoy silly ideas about what muriel, crowley, maggie, and nina get up to while aziraphale's gone :)

maggie and nina RUSH to crowley once they find out aziraphale left

both of them know the feeling of rejection and they support him as much as they can

they give him helpful breakup advice and check up on him periodically

over time, the three become good friends

maggie and nina are endlessly curious about the whole heaven/hell/angel/demon/universe thing and crowley answers what questions he can

since crowley's still not bound to hell, the three of them just vibe most of the time

muriel joins them on occasion, when they're not reading a new book

crowley, despite maggie and nina telling him it might be better to keep his distance from the shop for a bit, checks in on muriel and teaches them how to properly take care of the bookshop

as in, don't sell any of the books, don't rearrange any of the books, close and open whenever you want, etc.

occasionally, muriel, maggie, and nina will organize sort of "storytimes" where crowley shares some stories from his past

it starts with the ones without aziraphale. it's still a bit too raw to tell those.

but, eventually, he tells the story of elspeth in edinburgh. or the lost unicorn on noah's arc (which maggie swears she knew were real this whole time)

maggie and nina also teach muriel how to properly blend in with humans

they're not the BEST at it, but they're good enough that they can go get hot cocoa from nina's shop without people staring at them

crowley teaches muriel how to perform miracles. although, angelic miracles are just a bit different than demonic ones. so they both kind of figure it out together

muriel ends up miracling aziraphale's wardrobe to fit them. those are the human clothes they have access to, afterall.

and, besides, the style suits them.

crowley smiles at the look and doesn't comment on it. and nina gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

muriel shares the stories they've read with maggie, who listens enthusiastically

nina suggests muriel write a story of their own

regular customers at give me coffee or give me death now recognize the bookshop owner often in the corner pondering a laptop

nina taught them how to use it. crowley whispers to them that if they tell the laptop what to do with a bit of miraculous energy, it's a lot easier

maggie shows muriel some music. it's so much better than the celestial harmonies that they've had to hear for all these years

they end up liking everything they're shown. from aziraphale's old classical records they found in the bookshop to the queen that plays from crowley's car

muriel adores the bentley. and the bentley eventually warms up to them.

crowley takes muriel to see more of earth, once

well, more of england anyway

there's one time during the drive that the queen melts into an unfamiliar song. something about angels and nightingales.

crowley puts a fist to the dash and it switches back to queen before muriel can grasp what it is

while they're far from the city, the stars are much brighter

muriel hasn't had the chance to see them until then

and crowley tells them another story. about nebulas and galaxies and how they're made. and how gorgeous they really are up close.

muriel doesn't understand why crowley gets so sad talking about something he loves

sometimes residents of the street ask where mr. fell went

maggie and nina will respond that maybe you should mind your own business and they're sure he has his reasons

muriel will smile and say that he's gone on to heaven. then get confused when people offer their condolences

crowley doesn't say anything.

ms sandwich can put together that aziraphale and crowley were an item, though.

and she can certainly see that they aren't anymore

eventually, after a few months, maggie and nina start officially dating

muriel happens to be reading some of aziraphale's romance novels, and they find nina and maggie's relationship utterly adorable

if they ever mention as much tho, nina will tell them to piss off while maggie gets flustered

once, muriel asks maggie and nina when they figured out that they had feelings for each other

crowley is around at that time

muriel, excited by maggie and nina's answers turns to crowley and starts to ask him when he realized he was in love with aziraphale. but they trail off

nina had told them that crowley's not great at talking about aziraphale all the time

they have to wait until he brings it up, okay?

muriel apologizes, but crowley waves a hand

he explains the experience of the first rain

and maggie GASPS

"the rain! back when you were trying to get me and nina together! that was YOU."

crowley just offers a half-smirk and a thumbs-up

that's all ive got for now.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #ryans fic ideas #ryan wrytes!!#ineffable husbands #maggie and nina #do they have a ship name yet i haven't been paying attention #muriel #crowley #aziraphale #bullet fic

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 9 months

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Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, blood, needles

Previous Chapter

Chapter 14-

When you started to regain consciousness the first thing you noticed was the strong stench of blood as you forced your eyes open.

Everything was blurry as you tried to look around and you blinked your eyes a few times to clear them.

Where the hell were you?

It was dark. The rock wall opposite you had you thinking you were in some kind of basement or castle, but you couldn't be sure.

"Help us. Please, help us."

Who the hell was that?

You looked further down the dark room in the direction of the voice and had to do a double take when you saw what it came from. Your stomach dropped and you felt as though you were going to be sick as you stared at the three disembodied female heads held up by strands of flesh along the wall.

What the fuck was this place?

Your head was foggy, and you couldn't think straight. The last thing you remember was... what was the last thing you could remember?

There was the portal. Geralt breaking Rience’s hands and then... something had knocked you out.

Shit.

Panic began to soar through your body as you sat up on alert but came to the very quick realisation that your wrists were bound by chains and hooked to the ground.

What the fuck?

You yanked on the chains expecting them to break under your Witcher strength, but the metal didn't even budge. You tried again, but it was useless. You were too weak, and you had no idea why.

Everything was still a little blurred, your head now spinning after you tried to move.

Why were you so weak?

"Shh. He's coming. He's coming." One of the heads across the room warned.

You looked up, but the world around you tilted on its axes and you crashed back to the cold, hard floor just as heavy footsteps echoed across the room.

"Ah, the Witcher is awake."

A familiar voice called out, but you couldn't quite place who it belonged to.

A tall figure appeared in front of you, but everything was still blurry. You couldn't see the person clearly, only able to make out the dark cloak that hung loosely over their body. The person knelt beside you and something sharp suddenly pinched your arm. You looked down in confusion to find a thick needle piercing your lower arm.

What the hell?

Suddenly, the thick needle started to fill up with red liquid and it took your cloudy brain a moment to figure out that it was your blood. This person was taking your blood.

Once the vial at the end of the needle was filled, something sharp pierced your neck and in a matter of seconds your eyes were closing involuntarily, and you lost consciousness.

Minutes. Hours. Days. It all blurred together.

Whoever had kidnapped you was smart enough to know that they couldn't keep a full strength Witcher hostage, so they kept you drugged and knocked out majority of the time.

There were small pockets of windows where you were drifting between consciousness and vaguely aware of what was happening around you. A young blonde girl would appear every now and then, but you had no idea who she was.

The tall blurry figure kept injecting her with something as well, but you had a bad feeling that it wasn't just to keep her drugged and weak, there something more going on.

You were pretty sure the person was doing some kind of human experimentation. That was all your foggy, drugged up mind could figure out. How you factored into this situation was a question that you still couldn't quite answer, but the person seemed rather interested in your blood because every hour on the dot, they would return and take vials of it before injecting you with whatever drug they had been using to knock you out.

It was like clockwork.

It was the same every time. So, when you started to wake up once again to sound of a voice in the distance, you figured it was the person getting ready to take more blood. There was no point trying to fight. You had tried a few times, but you were too weak. You couldn't even sit up let alone get the chains off to fight and escape.

You could hear the person in the background, but you kept your eyes closed. It was too much effort and energy to open them, energy that you certainly didn't have.

However, when the familiar pinprick of a needle never came, you knew something wasn't right.

"Y/N?!"

"Are you awake? Little one?"

Even in your current state there was no mistaking who that gruff voice belonged to.

It was Geralt.

His voice didn't sound right though. It was like he was trying to talk underwater, or maybe it was you that was underwater. Everything sounded fuzzy and distorted around you, but it was Geralt. You knew it was Geralt.

You blinked your heavy eyelids open, and it took all your strength to keep them open as you glanced around the room in confusion. It took a moment before the blurriness in your vision started to clear and that was when you saw him.

Geralt of Rivia.

He was further down the room fighting something... something that looked like a giant flesh spider made out of the bodies of different women.

What the fuck?

That couldn't be right. You had to still be unconscious because that couldn't be real.

Your eyes slowly started to flicker shut, but you were awoken not long after with Geralt's hands cupping the sides of your face, the monster now dead.

"Y/N? Little one? Hey, I need you to wake up."

Your eyes fluttered open once again and you were met with Geralt's dark black eyes right in front of you. Even with the effects of his elixir, you could see the worry on his pale, black veined face.

"Are you hurt?" He ripped off the metal chains from your wrists like they were made of paper before his dark eyes met yours again. "Y/N? Are you hurt?"

"I... I don't... know." Was all you managed to say, your voice weak and sounding foreign to your ears.

"That's alright. I need to get you out of here. Can you stand?"

The hesitation on your response was enough of an answer for Geralt because a second later, he scooped you up in his arms and began to carry you down the dark corridor.

"W-wait. The girl... there was a girl." You quickly realised.

"I know. She's with Roach. I'm getting you both out of here."

You dropped your head down on Geralt's shoulder with a sigh of relief before you closed your eyes, knowing you were safe in his arms, so you let the darkness consume you once again.

"Good to see you too. How'd it go?"

"Not quite as expected."

"Did you find the castle? Did you find Y/N? Is she okay? Please tell me you killed Firefingers."

"Rience wasn't there. I found Y/N and I found something else, though."

You were faintly aware of the voices in the distance that were getting closer and closer, but you couldn't understand what they were saying over the ringing in your ears. You knew you should open your eyes and wake up, but you knew what would happen and you weren't ready to get drugged or for more blood to get taken. Not yet.

"Fuck. Is she alright?"

"I... I don't know. She hasn't woken up since I got her out of there."

"She's super pale. Is she injured? The last time I saw her this pale was when she bled out back in Kaer Morhen."

"She was hit by an arrow back in Shaerrawedd but that had already healed. Other than the bruises and dried blood on her inner arm, I couldn't find any physical injuries."

"Which arm?"

The feeling of someone's fingers wrapping around your wrist was enough to snap you fully awake. You practically jumped to your feet only to fall back down when your weak legs failed to cooperate.

You hurriedly pushed yourself away from the person until your back hit something hard behind you, and you were trapped.

Not again.

No. You couldn't take anymore.

"It's okay. It's just me. It's me. You're out of that place. You're safe, little one."

The sound of Geralt's gentle deep voice bought you back to the present moment as your eyes came back into focus and you saw him kneeling in front of you.

Your wide eyes frantically scanned your surroundings and you found yourself sitting on the dirt in some kind of forest with your back against a tree. The dark walls and chains from the castle long gone.

It was over.

Geralt had gotten you out of there. It was finally over.

"Thank fuck." You exhaled shakily, burying your face with your hands as you took in a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

The sound of footsteps getting closer had your head shooting back up and Jaskier instantly stopped in his tracks and raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"Easy. It's just me, the friendly bard." He hurriedly reassured.

You dropped your head back against the tree trunk behind you with a sigh, not trusting your voice at the moment to say anything.

Neither Geralt nor Jaskier spoke as they watched you carefully. It was almost as if they were afraid you would pass out again which, yeah, okay, that was a reasonable enough fear because your head was still kind of spinning.

There was a young blonde girl sitting on a log by Roach a little distance away. She had her back facing you, but you could hear her mumbling nonsense to herself. It took your foggy brain a good minute before you realised that it was the same girl from the castle.

"W-who is she?" You eventually asked, hating how weak your voice sounded.

Geralt followed your line of sight and stared at the young girl for a moment before turning back to you.

"I don't know, but she thinks she's Ciri."

The look of confusion on your face was enough for Geralt to elaborate further.

"She was part of an experiment. She has lucid moments but reverts back to this." Geralt explained pointing to the young girl. "Whatever she's rambling about, it's stuck in her head in a nonsensical loop. I need to find out why."

"Please tell me you have a plan." Jaskier asked, speaking up for the first time in a while.

"We're taking her to Anika. If this is an enchantment, she'll be able to fix it."

"And who's Anika?"

"She's a druid. And a friend of my mother's." Geralt answered causing your eyes to snap in his direction.

Geralt very rarely spoke of his mother. You knew what she did when he was a boy. It was basically the same thing your own parents had done to you and Eskel when you were children, but if Geralt was willing to meet up with an old friend of his mothers, this was serious.

"Before we go, I need to know everything that happened." Geralt suddenly said after a beat of silence.

"I don't..." You trailed off, your brain short circuiting as you tried to think of the events of the past few days and failing.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"No... I mean... whoever it was, they drugged me. And they- they kept me drugged so I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move, I couldn't... I couldn't do anything. I was so helpless." You whispered, staring down at the small rock in the dirt like a lifeline. "I remember the needles... they kept taking my blood. So much blood."

You reached over and grabbed your left inner arm, your fingers tightening around the dark bruises and needle marks until it started to hurt.

"Who did this?" Geralt demanded, looking down at your arm angrily, but you knew his anger wasn't aimed at you. It was aimed at the person who had touched you.

"I-I don't know."

"Was it Rience?"

"I don't know."

"Was it another mage?"

"I don't know."

Your fingers were trembling as you squeezed your arm tighter, small droplets of blood spilling from the needle marks. Flashes of dazed memories washed over you. The chains. The needles. The heads on the wall. Everything. It was too much.

"What did they look like? Who did this?"

"Geralt-" Jaskier tried to intervene, noticing your distress.

"Did you see Rience? Was he there?"

"I... no, I don't... I don't know!" You snapped, hot tears burning in the back of your eyes.

Geralt lowered his head with a deep sigh, realising that he had pushed it too far.

“I'm sorry." He whispered, the anger in his voice replaced with guilt.

"Okay. That's enough of that. Why don't you go find us some drinking water, Geralt?" Jaskier suggested, stepping between the two of you. "Go on."

Geralt hesitated for a moment, but seemed to realise that he wasn't helping anyone right now, so he simply nodded before he walked away.

Jaskier watched him disappear and spared a glance at the girl by the horse making sure she was okay or as okay as she could be before he turned his attention back to you, giving you a sad smile.

The bard didn't try asking any questions, although you could tell that he wanted to. He simply sat down on the dirt beside you pulling his lute off his back and placing it in his lap before leaning against the tree trunk.

To your surprise, he didn't start strumming away at the cords either. He simply sat there beside you in comfortable silence while looking out at the lush green forest ahead.

"Are you okay?" You eventually asked.

"Am I okay?" Jaskier repeated, tilting his head towards you in confusion. "I am not the one who looks on the brink of death."

"You're so dramatic." You sighed, meeting his worried gaze before you reached over and placed a gentle hand on his knee. "But are you okay? After... after seeing Rience?"

"Oh, my dear heart, why are you worrying about little old me when you were quite literally just kidnapped?"

"I... I promised that I would protect you and I wasn't there."

"Y/N-"

"I broke my promise."

He placed his hand over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, "it wasn't your fault. And I'm... I won't lie to you, I was fucking terrified when I saw him, but I'm okay. I promise, my darling. Are you okay?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

"I... I don't know." You admitted, and that was terrifying. "I... shit."

"It's alright. Take your time."

"I feel weak... helpless... I can barely stand up, let alone fight."

"Witcher or not, if you lose enough blood, you die." Jaskier replied honestly. "And since you're as pale as a ghost, I would say that it'll take a while before you start to feel like your normal, badass self."

"Great." You sighed, leaning your head back against the tree trunk.

"It'll be okay." Jaskier reassured, squeezing your hand.

If only you could believe that.

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A/N: I just finished watching Vol 2 of Season 3 and all I have to say is… what the actual fuck?

That was meant to be Henry's last episodes as Geralt? He spent half of it lying in bed. How the hell are they meant to finish this storyline without Henry as Geralt? No hate to Liam Hemsworth but nobody else could ever be Geralt in my eyes.

Henry Cavill is and always will be my Geralt of Rivia.

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cherrygummycandy · 1 year

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Family Outings (and all the victims that come with them).

A Goldilocks and the Three Bears crime family x reader

(An: First time writing in a while, feels pretty good to be writing again. Not sure what direction I'll push this is, probably some slight romance with Goldi or Baby Bear. Also, above is some cute theatre promotional material of the family movie night! Enjoy!)

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"Eye of newt, tongue of, of... ugh!" You slam the small vial of repitilian eyeballs down on the oak table, leaning back as you place your hand on your forehead, trying to calm yourself down. hurrying over to the bookshelf, you toss hurriedly search, haphazardly tossing book after book behind you in search of the one you needed. A leather-bound journal, with gold fittings lays against a dusty candle-holder. The label reads 'Hellica Mellica; Ancestra Magica'. Grabbing it quickly, you return to your workspace, and plop down. Flipping to the chapter on transmogrification, you read quickly, attempting to remember what ingredient is missing from your brew.

"Tongue of Goldfish, of course!" You exclaim.

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"Move it, you mug!" A blonde haired girl yells, pushing a small bear forward. "I'm tryin' alright? This scents hard to track, n' you don't even know who were supposed ta' be tracking!" The small bear snaps back, the odd necklace around his neck rattling as he whips around to face his sister. Two larger bears trail behind, chuckling at the scene before them. "I know who were supposed to be tracking, Baby. Just not any specifics..." Goldie says, raising her walking stick up above her and smacking it against a tree branch, knocking down a shiny red apple. It lands in her palm, and she bites into it with a grin. "Oh, can you get me one, Goldie?" The bear with a fancy hat asks from behind. "Sure thing, mum." Thwack! A second apple falls.

"Remind me dear, what exactly is your brotha' sniffing out?" The largest of the three bears asks. "Spellbook, Papa. Centuries old one, at that. Guess it belonged to some big witch back in the day." Goldie says. "A-a witch? You mean like the one that put them' kids in that oven?" Baby bear squeaks, before getting prodded forward by Goldie's staff. "Please, Hansel and Gretel killed that witch, didn't ya read the story?" She sighs "Besides, that witch is long dead. We, dear brother, are tracking the scent of her house." Baby tilts his head in confusion. "Wait, how am I tracking a house?" He asks. Goldie shrugs. "I guess she set some sort of enchantment on it, attracts little animals, so she can put em' in her brews." She raises her hands up, hands mimicking claws, an evil grin on her face. Baby shivers, and turns back to facing the path ahead. "Goldie, luv, stop scaring ya' brotha." Papa bear scolds, ruffling her messy curls with a paw. A claw snags, pulling a lock and making her squeak. "Papa!" "Sorry!"

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Eyes narrowed in concentration, you focus on the task at hand. You attempt to steady your hands as you slowly ladle your transmogrification potion into a small vial. After a few moments of slow pouring, the vile is filled. "Yes!". Popping a cork into the top of the vial. "And not a drop spilled." You cheer, giving yourself a small little thumbs up in a nearby mirror. You set down the potion-filled glass, and move to dispose of the unusable leftovers at the bottom of your small, hand-held cauldron. You carry it outside of your cottage, sloshing the disposable material over your herb garden. The herbal paste and eyeballs should make a good fertilizer. Dunking your cauldron in the well, you scrub gently. As you remove the cauldron from the well, you look down at your reflection. You contemplate your image for a moment. You frown. It's you, but don't feel quite like yourself.

For years, you trained, studied, and dedicated your life to the teachings of your mentor, the all powerful witch who lived in the cottage before you. Admittedly, when a small orphan stumbled upon your cottage, she was tempted to eat you. However, she decided you'd be more useful alive, than in her stomach. She wasn't warm, or kind. You cringe, remembering the daily beratings shouted at you from throughout the cottage, as you scrubbed, swept, and polished every part of the estate. Once, you had even tried to copy one of her potions, and she never let you live down the disaster that followed.

"You useless little witch! Ruining my cottage, touching my cauldron!" She had screamed. "You want to explore magic so bad, fine! Be my guest!" From that point on, she not only increased your chores, but had made you help her fulfill her orders. It started small, but occasionally, when she felt cruel, she had made you attempt harder, more dangerous things. These always went horribly wrong, and you found your self-confidence diminishing, day by day. Now that she's gone, you still do the occasional spell, enough to sell and get by, alongside baked goods. Still, you haven't even attempted the hard stuff again. Looking down at your reflection in this well, you see that same child. 'Maybe I am just a useless little witch...' You chuckle sadly. You turn to head back inside, only to be met with the end of a wooden staff pointed mere centimeters from your face. You gasp, but the girl at the other end moves it closer, silently threatening you to remain quiet.

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"Ello' there." A blonde girl stands at the other end of the staff, a smirk on her face. "You live ere'?" She asks, gesturing with her free hand to the cottage behind you.. "Y-yes..." you nod. "Ya' don't look like a witch." A voice comes from behind her. You attempt to peer behind her, leaning to the side a little. You hold in a gasp when you see three large bears looming behind. "I'm not a witch, not really." Goldie looks behind you at the cottage. "Then why do ya' live in a witches cottage?" She asks. "And she's holdin' a cauldron!' The smallest bear adds. "My mentor used to live here, I just sorta... stayed here when she died." You admit. "Oh, the poor dear..." The medium sized bear coos. You're a bit taken aback at this behavior, but smile nervously at the mother bear. "Ugh, not now, Mama!" Goldie waves her free arm, as if scolding the bear. "You got any weapons on ya'?" You shake your head. "Alright then, non-witch. Why not show us into your lovely home, you don't wanna be a rude host, do you?" She roughly grabs your arm, practically dragging you into your own home. Once inside, the smallest bear begins to sniff around, as if hunting for something.

"Um, what's he doing?" You ask, watching as your home is searched by the small bear. Goldie looks over, groaning and rolling her eyes. "Baby, ya' dolt! Stop it, we'll just get em' to tell us where it is. Ya don't need to turn the place over." She turns back to you. "Are you familiar with a book, called-" She pulls a piece of paper from her pocket, glancing over it quickly, before saying "called 'Hellica Mellica: Ancestra Magica'?". You bite your lip, unsure about telling this fierce girl the location of your book. The only real success you've had with magic has come from this book's information, and frankly, you feel like your mentor would curse you from beyond the grave if you just let her beloved book go.

"Uh, sorry, no." You lie, eyes darting to the side. The girl looks unconvinced, and suddenly grabs you by the collar of your frock. "I know you've got it, now, I'm gonna ask ya' a little differently. "Where. Is. The. Book?" She mutters. "Over there, o-on the table." She drops you to the ground, and quickly moves over to the table. She grins as she grabs the spellbook, holding it up. She moves to open it, but finds the cover won't budge. "Wha- what's wrong with it?" She exclaims, beginning to shake the book. "What's wrong then?" The largest bear asks. "It won't open. It's jammed or something." She throws the book on the ground. "Give it ere' lemme take a crack at opening it." The largest bear begins to try and rip the book open. You watch, eyes wide in confusion. The book has never refused to open before, not even when you didn't know anything about magic. You slowly shuffle over, and sit nervously down on the nearby armchair. While you watch the bear and girl struggle, the medium bear approaches you. "You ave' a lovely little home, dear." the bear says. "O-oh, thank you." You respond. After a moment's silence, you turn back to look at her.

"Um, can I ask who you all are? The bear nods. "Oh, sorry for not introducin' ourselves. I'm Mama bear, that's Papa bear," She points a claw at the big bear. "That's Baby bear," She points to the little bear, who is currently raiding your kitchen cabinets, making you frown. "and that's my Goldie." Mama bear puts a paw over her chest, smiling as she stares at the blonde girl, who is now so angry she is chewing on the leather cover of the book, hands scratching and clawing at the binding. You look between her and the bears. In her fit of rage, she makes eye contact with you. "You! You've used this book before, open it up." She chucks the book at your head, before Mama grabs it just before it makes contact. You nod thankfully, and open the book. The family crowds around, peering at the first few pages of information. Just as Goldie moves to snatch it, the book snaps shut again. "What! Ugh, you've done something to it, haven't you!" She screeches. "She prolly' put some kinda spell on it! Using children's blood or something." Baby sneers. "I didn't, my mentor must have done something to it, this has never happened!" Goldie pauses. "Never?" She asks. You nod. "Well, seeing as you're the only one who can open it, I guess you'll be coming with us." She stands and motionsfor you to follow, before stopping and looking back over her shoulder.

"Then everything should be just right."

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cookie-crumblr · 3 months

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G/N! Royal Reader × Yandere Prince OC

If the Crown fits👑✨

Part 1, 2~

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

Synop: You are a royal, expected to marry the realms’ crown royal. You don't like him at first but he wins you over, yada yada~ It's SMUT✨

CW: GN! Reader, no bodily or genitalia descrips for reader, arranged marriage(more so encouraged), i don't think any for this part????? lemme no! love y'all darlings! Short part!!!

"But father, you can't truly expect me to marry that-”

"You will hold your tongue, child.” The tall man interrupts. “and you will marry Prince Kastriot." He slams down his gilded cane so that it bounces back up to his grasp. As he storms out, the queen, your mother, flits in like a six foot three butterfly that more than aced her elegance training.

"Now, how you go about it, darling... Just don't do anything I wouldn't have done," she kisses your forehead.

"Mother... You assassinated an entire retinue comitatus to get to father.” You roll your eyes.

"I said what I said." she dainty wiggles her fingers as a wave while she departs from your bedroom's antechamber.

You fall onto the plush furs covered sofa, the fireplace across from you crackles, usually soothing, are far too loud at the moment. You're grating your teeth when your pet fox bounds up to you.

You let out the air you hadn't realized you were holding. How can you be stressed while henry is here?

You can't.

You scritch his chin, his leg kicks the air signifying you're on point.

*We should get some rest, Henry, it's my coming out tomorrow." You sigh and pat his muzzle affectionately.

Later~

"The moon's still out, Henry, it's fine," You can almost hear the fox saying you need sleep through his wines.

You're still up.

Unable to sleep, you started sifting through most recent political setbacks of your kingdom. People need liberated here, more housing there, while the year's social season starts.

You glance out the window, and instead of glittering blackness, you are greeted with the deep tell tale pink and orange slash across the horizon.

"Oh gods!! Now!?" You grab a thick, old tome, and fill it with some important receipts, then slam it shut, stuff it into your satchel, and rush out of your father's office.

You're retainers rush around the room with an undeniable vibrancy. Everyone loves the social season...

But your stomachs in knots.

You aren't "being forced to marry Prince Kastriot, but you are definitely being forced to marry him.

You don't even know the man! You always had the typical dream every royal shares... To marry for love.

But like with most royals, that dream is squashed like insects beneath the boots of your parents.

You zone back in when some one punches you as they tie a ribbon, their face is twisted in absolute horror and it confuses you.

"What’s the matter, Eliza? You inspect her further, hoping she's unharmed.

“Y-you know my— I’m sorry, I pinched you... Your royal highness”

You almost bark out a laugh but with your own training you manage to keep it fully hidden. "Oh, my, uh, listen, you don't have to worry too much here, it's not even in a visible place, let's move along please,”

You raise your arms for the other retainers and courtiers.

She looks relieved as she gets back to tying and fastening little bits and pieces of your outfit.

You stifle an overwhelmingly strong yawn.

Fuck.

Your second wind is already dying out, and it's not even time for brunch and touring the park.

"What is the attack plan for the day, darling?" Your mother asks politely, between small sips of her tea.

"Mom, No." You go to stand it's almost time to prepare for the tour anyway.

She predictably stops you, but just briefly, "Do take care, your highness."

You roll your eyes with a groan.

Henry trots along, happily trailing you. Tongue lolling and tail wagging like a dog's.

It's almost a picture perfect day really.

But...

Where's your father?

Presentation Time~

Now you know where he was, because regardless of alphabetical order you are in the last place.

Most likely so that you have the optimal chance to leave a lasting impression.

They'll be tired and bored by then, If you want to go along with it you should be exciting and flamboyant, but be careful to not overdo it, this is a proper event in from of the two kings of kings, and their son, after all.

Then again…

You could also try and sabotage your presentation to court… It might possibly ruin your chances with the crown prince… That would save you from marring someone you don’t know, but that would also bring forth your kingdom’s downfall.

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val-made-a-mistake · 1 year

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❝FIREWHISKEY.❞

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summary: liquid courage - that's firewhiskey. a drink you and george can both overindulge in, sometimes, but it always seems to bring you closer together.

warnings: fluff central, alcohol (obviously), underage drinking, hangovers, mentions of vomiting, just a disclaimer, it’s been several years since i last picked up the harry potter series, you can probably guess the reason why, so i SINCERELY doubt everything will perfectly follow the timeline. my friend asked me to write something for the twins for her birthday and gave me her blessing to post, please know i’m trying my best lol. this is set loosely during the summer where the weasleys and friends attend the world cup. (google confused me on the twins’ ages so they’re seventeen, not sixteen.)

word count: 1k

tag list: @mizu-soup

a/n: happy birthday fred and george! psst...when i first posted the sneak peek of this fic, i said i had written SCENES for george, not just this singular one you'll (hopefully) read after the "read more" line. i'm planning to post these scenes as a little ficlet series eventually and develop george and reader's relationship more (firewhiskey is the main theme in all of them, as you can probably guess) but my life is a total dumpster fire at the moment, so who knows how fast that'll happen. please enjoy for now :) i love you

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Up on the highest floor of the Burrow, the window was a thin, uncurtained rectangle stretching up to the roof, and early in the morning, if, say, you’d gotten so drunk on Firewhiskey the night before you’d blacked out and subsequently forgotten to hoist Ginny’s old mattress up against the wall to cover it, the sunrise nearly blinded you and every other occupant of the room come 7 AM.

Not the most pleasant awakening one could have in the early morning.

“Merlin,” Fred moaned, wincing at the stream of sunlight and shoving his face into the pillow. “Ron, get the bloody mattress.”

“Why does it have to be me?” Ron cried, bounding up from the misshapen heap of blankets on the floor.

“You’re closest, you moron!” George snapped back. “Dunno about Fred, but my head’s pounding, Y/N woke up with her head in the bucket…”

“I’m awake, George,” you bit out from the opposite side of the room, absentmindedly grabbing onto the rim of the bucket in case you were to throw up again: your mouth tasted like something had died and rotted in your throat, and your voice sounded rough and gravelly from the dehydration. “Fuck, that’s the last time I’m drinking Firewhiskey…”

“You lot okay?” Harry whispered from opposite Ron on the floor. You didn’t think anything of it at the time, but he was clutching his forehead, gently rubbing his scar. Regardless of what it may have meant, you felt pity for him: you, Fred, and George might have just turned seventeen, and had drank Firewhiskey plenty before you’d legally been able to, but Harry was fourteen, much too young for a hangover. God, he’d only wanted a sip, why’d you let it go this far?

“We’re alive, I think,” Fred groaned as Ron got up to block the window; his voice was still muffled from his head in the pillow. “Mum will have everything in the pantry for a Rejuvenation Potion, right?”

“Reckon we can nick the cauldron from Percy’s room?” you put in tiredly, rolling over onto your back to stare at him.

George snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, no, Y/N, that’s gonna be impossible.”

You’d opened your mouth to hit him with a snarky remark of your own, but too late: in a blink of an eye, George had vanished.

Before you could even roll your eyes at how abruptly he disappeared— and how clever he obviously thought he was as you’d failed your Apparition Test three times in a row and still couldn’t legally do it — he’d Apparated back into the room with a small rusty cauldron in his hands.

“Percy’s in the kitchen,” he told the room, his grin as smug as ever. “Go down and distract him for me, will you? Look alive, you lot.”

The sunlight no longer a threat to his wellbeing, Fred rose from the squashed, broken mess of a couch, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll see what Mum’s making for breakfast.”

He Disapparated, but not fast enough for you not to spot his identical grin. You had to glare at the wall. They loved teasing you, and no matter how much you may have loved them, you’d never hear the end of it.

There was an awkward silence as everyone seemed unwilling to move.

“Ron, get out,” George said, looking over at the misshapen heap of blankets that bore a wincing Ron.

“Fuck you,” he shot back immediately, and George grinned.

“You better not let Mum hear that sass. Harry, I love you mate, I don’t want to sound like I’m kicking you out, but can you leave me and Y/N alone for a moment? Potion’s gonna take, like, fifteen minutes to brew.”

“No problem,” Harry groaned, reaching for his glasses as he climbed to his feet. “Ron, c’mon.”

Much slower than either of the twins, Ron got up, wobbled to the door with his best friend’s aid, and with the loud CREAK of the door opening, they were gone. George was already taking the ingredients he’d gathered out of the cauldron: you saw several packets of herbs, tiny vials of juices, and a large stirring spoon.

Working deftly, he pointed his wand at the pan underneath the cauldron. “Incendio.”

A fire ignited immediately.

“Do you think you’re gonna vomit again?” he asked you as he ripped a packet of herbs open and dumped them into the cauldron. His voice was so gentle you almost didn’t register he was talking to.

You probably weren’t going to, so you finally let go of the bucket. “I don’t think so.”

“Last time she’s drinking Firewhiskey, she says,” he mocked you, wiggling his shoulders sarcastically. “That’s what you say literally ever morning after, you know.”

Slightly above him on the only bed of the room, you pinned him with the most searing death glare you could manage.

George grinned at you - his real grin, completely free of sarcasm or smugness. “Hang in there, love.”

A small silence fell as you watched him.

“I think if you had any ounce of ambition, you’d be a Healer at St Mungos,” you told him absentmindedly.

“St Mungos!” he gasped, his eyes jumping up to yours as he uncorked a small vial of a mysterious reddish juice. “How dare you, Y/N! You want to set me up with Snape for a few more years?”

You laughed, even though it upset your stomach, which was already growling incessantly. “No, I - I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Jesus, I need some of Molly’s scrambled eggs.”

“Go on without me,” he told you, eyeing a measurement of an equally mysterious brown powder that your Muggleborn background likened to hot cocoa mix. “Tell Mum I’m sleeping and am not to be disturbed. And tell Ron if he rats us out about what happens last night, he’ll wish he was never born.”

“I don’t think he will,” you said tiredly, rising. “But I’ll tell them nonetheless. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responded. “Stay alive for me.”

You smiled gently; your head was still pounding, and now that you were on your feet, your whole world was spinning. “I’ll try.”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #harry potter #hp #hp fandom #hp fic #hp fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #fred weasley #james phelps #oliver phelps #ron weasley #ginny weasley

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idontknowmyownmind · 5 months

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Another twin AU

At this point it's turn into obssession toward twin rokcale

The idea is, I'm not really sure because I just suddenly remember this one idea from, either a thread on twitter or fanfiction

I remember it's not a twin rokcale story but I just want to make one with them

I think it's gonna be a horror story?

In this AU, Cale is dead since he is just a young boy, maybe 10, before Lily born

After his death, there are bells around the mansion

Bells that's not chime even when a storm hit

There are certain pattern of the chime and each pattern mean different thing

Let's say that Cale's soul (or ghost) is somehow bound to the mansion so he can't leave anywhere

The family and older staff already got used by it

While the young and new staff need to push back their fear every times the bells chime

Because, some patterns will be accompanied with an eerie joyous laughter of a young boy or soft cries

They also need to get used with their young master Roksu talking to thin air and searching their 'young master Cale'

Sometimes even the count

None, beside Deruth and Roksu, can 'see' Cale translucent form or interact with him

But sometimes, Violan, Basen, and the Molans will senses his presence and indulge in his mischievous

On rare time, they can hear what he said even though only vaguely

One day, there is no sign of Cale anywhere in the mansion

The bells is silent for a whole day (something that never happens)

Roksu (15 y.o) search around mansion but can't get a glimpse of Cale anywhere

He is worried sick because he can't even feels his presence in the house

There is always this feeling that Cale is here even though the bell is silent but he can't feels anything at the moment

Roksu slowly panicked, he even got a panic attack after the whole day without his twin presence

He never really sad when Cale died, because Cale never trully leave

He is always there, although differently and forever 10

Where is Cale?

Well, he somehow sent into earth where Roksu used to life

(Forgot to mention, it's reincarnated Roksu without his memories until he is 18)

Cale wander aimlessly as a ghost, he kinda worried about his hyung because it's the first time he is away from home (from him)

He then met 5 years old Rok Soo and become his 'imaginary' friend

He never leave Rok Soo side and always there with him

Cale doesn't know why but this child remind him of his hyung and he want to protect him

Especially from that bastard uncle who dare to hurt Rok Soo

You know that one thing when a ghost feels strong emotion and just become solid and able to 'move' things around them? I think it's called poltergeist?

Yeah, Cale first time did that when he super angry with that drunkard he almost kill that bastard if not for little Rok Soo stopping him

After that, his uncle became more careful around Rok Soo in fear for angering his 'friend'

He stranded on earth for roughly 3 years before he suddenly found himself back to his home

After silent for three whole years, the bells around the mansion suddenly chimes again

Roksu who just got back from Ubarr with the whales frozen from a solid second before he run around the mansion in search for Cale

His new companions are confuse because it's the first time they see the stoic young master look distraught yet elated, calling someone named Cale they never heard of

Because the chime signs are both happy but also scared

Roksu found 'Cale' curled up in the gap between the wall and bookshelf in the library

Roksu heart is full of happiness because his twin is finally home but also worried because he is crying

He coax Cale gently and try to calm him down

The whales are confuse, and a bit scared, because they see Roksu talking to thin air and the bells around them keep chiming when there is no wind while the Molan and the Henituse look relieved and happy but also worried

If they focus, they would heard a soft cry of a young boy that sound eerie as if it's from someone from different plane of existence than them

Roksu delayed his plan to go to forest of darkness for the sake of staying with Cale

He stay in his original room (he refuse to stay there after his twin dissapearance) only with his twin, he even forbid the kids to follow him when he is inside that room

They spent all day together with Cale telling him what happened to him for the last three years

Roksu wonder if the Rok Soo is another him because he doesn't remember having an imaginary friend when he was five

And Roksu doesn't like that, because that's mean he has to share Cale with maybe his other self

Cale is his twin, only his and not that Rok Soo's

Cale asked him to find a way for him to meet Rok Soo because he is worried about him

Roksu told him that he will try but make no promises (he know he will not really try anything if it's mean keeping Cale beside him)

A month, Cale only home for a month before he dissapear again

In that month, Roksu's people learn about Cale existence and try to get used by it

Roksu know where he might be and feels a bit furious but he can't do anything about it

Cale back to earth and felt elated, immediately search for Rok Soo

He is surprised when he found out that ten years already passed, which mean Rok Soo is already 18 and the apocalypse already happened

Rok Soo who think that Cale as his imaginary friend who disapeared when he was 8, shocked when he is 'hugged' by the happy 10 years old boy who only him can see

Rok Soo feels happy despite the confusion

Everyone around him weirded out seeing him smile or talk into thin air and some of them who used to be an asshole to him stir away after some strange thing happen to them when they try to pick a fight with Rok Soo

LSY and CJS are also weirded out but also happy that their dongsaeng look more relax and dare they say happy

Although they feels goosebumps when, sometimes, they heard a soft laughter of a young boy around Rok Soo and briefly caught a glimpse of a boy with red hair around him that vanish the moment they do a double check

What if. Rok Soo. Is. The Rok Soo. From earth 2. Where Roksu. Do the test?

Roksu possesses Rok Soo and shocked when he see Cale

And Cale just know that it's not Rok Soo but his hyung, Roksu

At their last day, Roksu try to persuade Cale to come home which he then pout because he feels lonely because Roksu often out and he can't follow him

LSY and CJS who know about Cale from their Rok Soo try to keep Cale to stay a bit longer

Roksu may their dongsaeng from different world, but their Rok Soo will always be their priority

They don't want to see him sad like all the time Cale has to go home

They are curious of course what this Roksu relationship with Cale but they can't actually ask that

Oh! When Roksu got his plate broken, when he finally awake, his attention is immediately on Cale who look at him scared and angry

"Cale?" Called Roksu softly while reaching his hand toward him

By this point, his companions already used by this, even though they still feels odd because they can't feels Cale's presence let alone see him

Rather than went to him, Cale eyes waters and the bell chimes violently which alert everyone

Especially when things around them started to shake

But Roksu only focus on Cale who as the time goes by become clearer and more solid

Ignoring everything, he got out of bed and approached Cale

The others heads snap toward Cale when they heard a sob and shocked when they see a young boy with red hair suddenly there with tears streaming down his face

Choi Han almost stop Roksu but got a harsh and cold glare of warning from him

He slowly approach Cale, "Cale? Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying? Dongsaeng, it's okay. I'm here."

"Hyung you stupid!! Why are you doing that?! You got hurt badly! I thought I will lose you!! You said you don't like pain but you always got hurt!! You idiot! You idiot!"

Cale throw a tantrum while screaming at Roksu

Whithout thinking, he scoup Cale into his arms and hug him

His eyes widen because he can feels Cale in his arms, solid although cold

He may can see Cale all the time but he never able to actually touch him because he went through and it always feels like the caress of the wind

But right now he can hold his twin in his arm

He hug him tightly, letting him cry his eyes out while apologizing for making him worry

For a whole day, Cale is solid and Roksu refuse to let him go and keep him by side all the time

Of course he let his family to interact with Cale, but not after make it clear that Cale will not leave his super surveillance

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #au #kim rok soo #twin au #it's horrror this time #idk if it's count as horror tho..#welp #i still love this one #i want to continue with cale eventually dissapear but it'll get dark #so #yeah...#i'm stopping it here..

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HP FESTS: HP Festival of Stars (Part 2)

HP Festival of Stars 2023:

Can I Be Yours? by Wanderingfair - E, 2 chapters - “Stop stalling.” She laughed. “Right.” he confirmed, “I’m off to have a dastardly time bashing around Londo- oh, wait, no, I’m off to go meet the gold-digger Mum set me up with,” he snapped. “I get those two confused all the time.” “Go,” she urged, tucking her mouth into the sleeve of her jumper to hide her smile. “I’ll be up reading when you get home.” “You’ll be asleep on the library sofa and we both know it.” He winked, before closing the door. OR Hermione is forced to watch her best friend Draco Malfoy go on dates and finally confront the fact that she doesn't just love him, she is in love with him.

Draco Malfoy's Five Step Plan to Being Forgettable by OneEqualTemper - E, one-shot - Five times Draco said, “New year, new me!” and one time Hermione said, “But I like the old you.”

happy xmas (war is over) by riddikulus_puff - M, one-shot - December, 1998. Thousands are devastated and still mourning the losses from the Second Wizarding War, now came along the celebrations regarding the Muggle tradition that had moved through into the Wizarding World. Many were holding on to others for support, yet Hermione Granger felt horribly alone. Wasn’t Christmas supposed to be a happy time surrounded by family and friends? A one-shot for the 2023 HP Festival of Stars Fic Fest Inspired by the song ‘Happy Xmas (War is Over)’ by John Lennon

Crystals in the Snow by JessicaLovejoyAO3 - T, one-shot - no summary

Open Last by nissasxnotes - T, one-shot - no summary

In A Sky Full of Stars (I Think I Saw You) by InAStarlessSky - G, one-shot - “There’s a solution for that.” As if to prove the truth of his statement, he divests himself of the heavy wool coat he’d been wearing up to that point and drapes it over one arm. He then extends his hand to her and says, “Come here, I want to show you something.” She hesitates a moment, as though expecting deceit. He only smirks and gives a small shake of head. “I won’t bite, love. Come.” She approaches, still shivering despite herself and stops only when she reaches his side. “Serpents do have fangs, Draco.” “And lions have claws. What of it?” Or the one where Hermione steals an invisibility cloak and Draco has a surprise to show her.

Christmas in September by MsPolaPotter - T, one-shot - One heirloom brings Hermione to the love that she had deserved all along.

The Holidate by likelyunfinished - M, one-shot - “I don’t want to be your bloody holidate ever again. I want to be yours instead.” “Mine,” she smiled. “Yours,” he kissed her then, and it was the first of many Christmas kisses to come. In which Hermione Granger needs a fake-date to her Christmas party only to be reminded that old feelings never fade.

Everything Gold Can Stay by charingfae - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy would give all the money in his vault for a chance to woo Hermione Granger. And he very nearly does. Year after year, he gifts her the most perfect, thoughtful, elaborate Christmas presents. So why in Merlin's name does she keep getting mad? One of these years, he's bound to get it right. Isn't he? Draco paused and drank in her radiant expression, her wisdom, her never-ending quest to make everyone in her sphere of influence better—all the individual components that added up to the mathematically impossible sum that was Hermione Granger. “I don’t agree with that. I’d argue that the things we love never stop being special. Not for a moment, Granger.”

Naughty or nice, Granger? by Dramioneinkdrinker - E, one-shot - Hermione sat down next to Theo. “What’s the game?” The three of them froze, staring at her like she was a boggart. Hermione cleared her throat, nodding to the game of cards splayed in front of Malfoy. Blaise was the first to recover. “Eh, we’re doing a holiday variation of King’s Draw.” Malfoy considered her. “Have you ever played?” “It’s like the muggle game truth or dare,” Blaise explained. Hermione ignored the way her stomach dropped. Shit. She held a palm out to Malfoy, who held the deck. “What’s this holiday variation?” A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “We call it naughty or nice.” OR Where Hermione Granger decides to act like a normal teenager.

A Running Start by sundayviolet - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco disagree with the DMLE’s assessment when their mutual friend and coworker, Theo, is poisoned. Alone at Hogwarts for Christmas, they must work together to find the truth. With their favorite buffer in the hospital, the two grow closer and finally admit what’s been long in the making.

All the Baubles by hermionejean99 - T, one-shot - Draco and Hermione are late twenty-something best friends, established in their careers. Draco asks Hermione to help him shop for his mother and his new mystery girlfriend while spending the day in Muggle London.

You and Me, Forevermore by Goldenbucky - G, one-shot - The one where Hermione chooses to go. And where Draco chooses to stay.

This fest is ongoing.

#hpfestofstars #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

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My Future in You | 0.4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, blood,, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, crying & early on pregnancy hormones, meet the Seresin’s, Bradley’s a dick but less so in this chapter than the previous ones wooo

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Bradley is avoiding Jake. Jake knows this, because Bradley hasn’t slept in his own bed for three days. Jake keeps seeing Bradley’s toothbrush being moved, and his razor being left at the edge of the sink, so he knows that Bradley’s coming home to shower.

Tonight is Saturday. It’s a home game. Jake doesn’t see Bradley all day. Not until he walks into the locker room and Bradley’s already there.

Bradley glances at Jake, then looks back down at his underlayer. He pulls it over his head silently.

“Leave it, he isn’t worth it.” Patrick taps Jake’s shoulder and nods for him to keep moving. Jake steps past, keeping his head down. He sets his bag down and starts getting dressed.

Jake has been speaking to his younger sister a lot recently. He knows that Bradley offered her money. She has made Jake swear to behave, for her sake more than anything. In Jake’s head, that’s just not what a man does — it’s a pussy move because Bradley’s too scared to step up.

Jake lets out a breath. He promised to behave tonight. He lets it go. Bradley won’t even look at him. Jake can see that he’s still got bruising around his eyes. Good.

The first time Bradley locks eyes with Jake is when they’re coming off the field. They lost. Jake cost them the win, and he’s okay with that. It was either the game, or the principle.

“Bradshaw was right there!” Aaron complains, hitting Jake’s shoulder.

Bradley hears, but ignores it and keeps walking. It’s true. If Jake would’ve just passed him the ball, they would have won. Bradley knows better than to say anything himself.

“Dude, drop it.” Josh warns Aaron. Jake steps forwards, his eyes trained on the 14 on Bradley’s back. He walks back over to his bag, knowing that you’re waiting for him outside and that you wouldn’t appreciate him making a scene in front of the whole team. Bradley does the same. About half of the team know already.

Anyone who lives in the house. Most are smart enough to keep their mouths shut, but gossip is bound to spread anyway. You don’t want anyone else to know.

Bradley and Jake shower at opposite sides of the room, then change without looking at each other. Jake keeps it together. There’s always locker room talk, it happens. It buzzes around them tonight. Bradley likes to stay out of it. Jake usually engages a healthy amount. Today, they’re both deadly silent.

“So, Bradshaw, who was the brunette with big tits I saw you with yesterday?” Aaron calls across the room. He’s oblivious to what’s happening between Jake and Bradley, but the others aren’t. About half of the room goes silent.

Bradley pauses, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. As expected, Jake is glaring at him when he opens his eyes again.

Jake turns towards Bradley.

Aaron looks between the two of them, confused.

“Nobody.” Bradley answers bitterly, pulling his shirt over his head. He pushes his fingers through his hair, ignoring the way Jake’s gaze burns into his side. Jake’s fingers curl around the deodorant can in his hand. He watches the way Bradley moves so nonchalantly. Bradley buckles his belt. He flinches, catching it in his peripherals in enough time to duck. The deodorant hits the wall to the side of him.

Bradley shoots Jake a look. He really doesn’t want to do this now.

“They’re all nothing, huh?” Jake bites.

Bradley rolls his eyes, scoffing. He shrugs his shoulders, “What do you want me to do? - Say I’m sorry?”

“Jake, leave it.” Jake doesn’t hear who says it. He’s too focused on not catching an assault charge. He considers if Bradley would press charges. Probably not, it takes too much time, too many statements. Even if he did, Jake’s dad could get him a good enough lawyer.

“I tried to do the right thing, she didn’t want to hear it.” Bradley explains.

Jake squints. “Yeah, I know what you tried to do. That’s real grown up, must’ve taken real balls to go over there and offer her your mommy’s money.”

That’s a low blow and Jake knows it.

“Can you just get off my dick? - I didn’t want this!” Bradley snaps. Aaron’s still so confused.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you want!” Jake bites back. Dustin, standing between them, turns and readies himself to hold Jake back. “I care about what’s best for her. Which isn’t to see you living your life and fucking random girls while she raises your kid!”

“I don’t even know if it’s mine!”

“If you say that one more time, I swear to god I’ll break your nose for real.” Jake threatens, stepping forwards. Dustin puts a hand softly on his shoulder.

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” Bradley demands. At this point, he’s sure he would do almost anything to get Jake to shut his big, stupid mouth.

“Marry her.” Even Dustin pulls a face. Bradley’s eyes fly wide open.

“What? - No! I don’t even fucking know her!” Bradley scrambles for words, shaking his head. Jake’s face is dead serious. Jake presses against Dustin’s grip. Bradley shakes his head.

“You heard me. Man the fuck up, do the right thing.” Jake insists.

“No!” Bradley scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why not?” Jake demands. This is a trick. Bradley knows that if he says one more bad thing about you then he needs to be ready to fight afterwards.

“Because her family’s fucking crazy for starters!” Bradley answers. He lifts his bag onto his shoulder and shakes his head again. “You and your sister need to stay the fuck away from me.”

He turns and exits the locker room, preparing himself for another week of avoiding Jake. As he steps out, he’s met with a pair of familiar eyes. He damn near screams in frustration.

“Jesus christ.” He mutters. You frown slightly, just as surprised to see him leaving the locker room as he is to find you standing outside of it.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly. His face softens for a moment. He wasn’t expecting you to be so kind to him. He opens his mouth, then you watch his face harden again. You close your eyes and brace yourself for what’s coming next.

The locker room door swings open and Jake steps out, ready to finish what Bradley had just started. He looks between you and him. You open your eyes slowly. Jake isn’t going to yell at him in front of you.

“What’s going on?” You ask gently, looking between the two of them.

“You know what? - Everyone’s been giving you a free pass because of your parents,” Jake butts in, stepping forwards with his chest puffed out like an idiot. Your brows furrow, you catch his wrist and find yourself ignored. “Not anymore. I don’t give a fuck how bad your daddy issues are, next time-“

You step between them and push hard at Jake’s chest, putting some distance between the two of them. You stare at Jake.

“What are you talking about?” You say softly. Abusive parents would make a lot of sense. That would help you understand why Bradley is the way that he is. Typical. There are almost twenty-two thousand people at this school and you manage to bond yourself to the most screwed up one for life.

Bradley rolls his eyes.

“His dad died when he was a kid.” Jake explains, shaking his head. That doesn’t give Bradley and excuse to act like as much of a dick as he does. “Then his mom a little over a year ago. But that doesn’t…”

Jake keeps on talking, but you stop listening. You turn your head to look at Bradley. He’s glaring at Jake angrily. It all makes sense now. The reason he doesn’t want a family, is because he lost his. That’s so much worse. Bradley can’t help but notice the way your eyes are burning into the side of his face. You bite into the inside of your cheek. He turns his head slightly to look at you.

Your lip trembles. He scrunches his face disapprovingly as your eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t — what — don’t cry.” Bradley tells you like it’s an easy thing for you to do, like you can just switch it on and off. It’s that easy for him. He hasn’t cried since the night before his mother’s funeral. That was fourteen months ago.

Jake cranes his neck as tears spill silently onto your cheeks. He’s just as confused as Bradley but he moves to comfort you nonetheless.

“I had no idea,” You sniffle, your voice cracking as you speak. Bradley shoots Jake a confused look. “Oh my god, are you spending Christmas alone?”

“Yeah?” Bradley shrugs his shoulders. He looks back at Jake, trying to ignore the misty look in your eyes.

“It’s not a big deal, he did last year too. He’s a Scrooge.” Jake explains, rubbing your back. You press a hand over your mouth. Bradley stares at you, baffled by what’s happening in front of him. Bradley nods. It isn’t a big deal at all. His plan is just to order a pizza the night before and spend the day eating leftovers. It really isn’t anything to cry about.

You turn and press your face into Jake’s shoulder. A sob wracks your body. Jake presses his lips together as he wraps an arm around you.

“Why’s she crying?” Bradley frowns. Jake glares. He doesn’t like the way Bradley talks about you as if you aren’t there. You don’t seem to notice, because you’re the one who answers his question.

“It’s just so sad.” You manage out. Jake pats your back gently. He narrows his eyes at Bradley over your shoulder. You sniffle as you turn. “You could spend Christmas with us. We have plenty of r-room.”

Bradley can barely understand you. Your voice is muffled and shaking. He scrunches his face up. Jake glares at him, trying to stay calm as he pats your back.

Bradley scoffs. He looks at Jake, almost amusedly. “I’m okay. Thanks.”

His tone is dry and cruel. If you weren’t between the two of them, Jake would knock him on his ass. And yet, you turn towards him and raise your eyebrows, your face soft and caring, “Please?”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, I mean — Mom and Dad will-“ Jake tries.

Bradley stares at you. He doesn’t understand what he has to do to get you to stop being so nice to him. He swallows, feeling guilt rushing through him. He regrets that he’s the reason you’re crying. He wishes he hadn’t walked into the kitchen at that point in time, that it had been some other idiot.

“He’s your friend and he’s all alone, they’ll be happy to have him.” You answer, your voice trembling as tears spill down your cheeks. Bradley stares at you. You look up at him, “Please. Even you don’t deserve to be all alone.”

Bradley’s lip quirks at the backhanded comment. He knew there had to be some disdain for him in there somewhere. He looks between you and Jake. Jake gives a slow shake of his head. The last thing he wants is to spend his Christmas break worried that his father’s going to put a bullet in his teammate.

Bradley can’t get over the way that you look at him.

“If I say yes, will you stop crying?” Bradley asks. Jake’s eyes widen, he shakes his head at Bradley again more urgently. You lift your head to look at Jake. He stops shaking his head instantly and glances down at you, shrugging his shoulders. You look back at Bradley.

“I think so.” You really can’t be sure. You think it would help.

“Fine.” Bradley looks at Jake. He stands up a little straighter and squares his shoulders. “I’ll be there.”

Jake grits his teeth.

A week later and you’re landing at Austin airport, standing at baggage claim between the two of them. It’s the twenty-third, two days before Christmas.

“So I can’t call it tadpole anymore,” Jake realises as he lifts your suitcase off of the conveyor belt. He sets it down in front of you. You smile and shake your head at him. Bradley looks between the two of you and raises an eyebrow inquisitively. “Kidney bean just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

You catch the look on Bradley’s face, “The baby was the size of a tadpole at six weeks. It’s about the size of a kidney bean now.”

Bradley nods his head, but doesn’t react much. Kidney beans are kind of big. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his sweats, so you don’t catch the way that he runs his thumb over his open palm and imagines the way a kidney bean would fit into it. He glances down at you. You’re wearing a coat. He wonders if he would be able to see a sign of your pregnancy without it.

“Come on, Mom and Dad are waiting.” Jake pats your shoulder.

You seem happier this week. Your emotions are more in check. Even when you watched that sad movie on the flight, you didn’t even cry. You sat with Jake for the flight. Bradley sat a few rows back. You’re happy that he’s spending the holidays with you, even if he’s acting grumpy about it.

Bradley recognises your parents immediately. He hasn’t ever seen them before, let alone met them, but they look just how he would expect. Your mother is sweet looking, hair curled perfectly and her outfit conservative but pretty. Your father is wearing a tie under a quarter-zip sweater with a pair of slacks. He has a tidy combover and a hairline that’s just about hanging on.

You and Jake each greet them. Bradley observes the way your mother fusses over each of you, pinching cheeks and smoothing down hair, squeezing you into a tight hug. Then he observes the swift way your father hugs you, resting his chin atop of your head. The way that Jake shrinks in on himself as he reaches out and shakes his father’s hand with no affection.

“This must be Bradley!” Your mother is the first to notice the tall man standing back sheepishly with his hands in his pockets. Bradley offers her a shy, polite enough smile. You turn to watch as she wraps her arms around him. You watch the way he tenses, awkwardly hugging her back. You shoot a glance towards Jake. “Pumpkin, it is so good to meet you! Jake’s told me all about you.”

“It’s great to meet you too, Mrs. Seresin.” Jake wants to tackle him. It’s unnerving watching him be so polite. Your mother is none the wiser. She lifts her hand and squeezes Bradley’s cheek, then smiles widely.

“Call me Ellen, this is my husband George.”

“You can call me Mr. Seresin.” George corrects. You sigh softly. He can be such a hard ass at times.

Bradley extends a hand towards your father, making a point of standing a little straighter and looking him in the eye as he does, “Thank you for having me, Sir.” He shoots a look at Jake afterwards. Jake rolls his eyes.

You sit in between Jake and Bradley on the ride home. Bradley shifts in his seat, parting his knees a little further, squishing you closer to Jake. You put up with it for a while. Until he shifts a little more, busy playing on his phone as he squishes you to the point that you almost have to cross your legs. You keep your eyes on your parents as you slide your hand between yourself and him.

Your fingertips graze his bicep. He turns his head, then gasps. You pinch the skin at the back of his bicep, catching him off guard and using the moment of surprise to shove your leg against his, making him sit up straighter, pressing his knees closer together.

He shoots you and unimpressed look. You narrow your eyes at him. He drops his phone into his lap and crosses his arms over his chest, resting his head back against the headrest with a soft sigh.

“Jacob, help your sister with her bag.” George speaks sternly, slamming the driver’s side door behind him. He walks inside without helping anyone with their bags. Bradley pauses from admiring their family home and stares after him, then looks back at Jake already struggling with his own suitcase and duffel bag.

Jake sighs as he shrugs his duffel bag closer to him and reaches for your case.

“Jake, it’s fine, I’ve got it.”

“I’ve got it.” Bradley steps past you and curls his hand around the handle. He lifts it off of the ground and frowns, “What did you pack?”

You shrug your shoulders. He follows your mother inside. It’s like Bradley expected. Texan outside, Texan inside. Plenty of space, land out back. Conservatively decorated. He thinks back to his childhood home and the way it could not have been more different from this place. He prefers where he grew up.

Bradley’s sharing Jake’s room. They brought a travel cot down and made it up for him. It’s about a foot from Jake’s bed. Bradley can’t imagine spending the next week a foot away from Jake’s snoring without wanting to strangle him in the middle of the night. He could have had the guest room, but your sister’s in there with her husband. Given that they have been married for over a year now, your father has given in and let them share.

Bradley spends the afternoon lamenting his decision to say yes to this trip. He should have just let you keep crying.

He’s called down for dinner at six. Before that, Jake makes a point of making Bradley get changed. Bradley hasn’t ever had to wear a button up shirt to dinner in someone’s house in his whole life. Fancy restaurants? - Sure. At home, it just doesn’t make sense.

Bradley follows Jake into a formal dining room, where Jake sits down in the middle. Your mother and father are at the heads of the table. You and your two sisters are on one side, whilst Jake, Bradley and your sister’s husband, Mark, are on the other.

Bradley sits down opposite you, and the first thing he notices is that you’re looking a little grey. He leans across the table, catching your attention. He mouths a silent ‘you okay?’ - you realise you must look more sick than you feel if he’s checking in on you.

You nod your head.

Bradley sits in awkward silence as your Father says grace. This is a completely different world. He knew that whatever hellhole Jake crawled out of wasn’t exactly going to be a nurturing home, but Bradley can tell there’s a cruelty to your father.

“Okay, I was going to wait ‘til dessert,” Everyone lifts their heads in unison and looks at Mark at the end of the table. You catch a glimpse of Lauren swinging her brown boot into his calf under the table. She shakes her head aggressively at her husband. He continues anyway. Bradley can’t get enough of these accents. “But Lauren and I are just too excited to wait.”

You take a sip of your water. Mark does this all the time, he’s an excitable person by nature. You feel really warm.

“We’re expecting! She’s four weeks.”

You feel the water go down the wrong way and will yourself not to start choking. Bradley watches as your eyes start to water. He just hopes you aren’t about to start crying.

“Oh my goodness!” Ellen whoops, clapping her hands together on Bradley’s left, making him jump. “Our first grand baby! George! Our first grand baby!”

Bradley looks up at you across the table. You take another sip of water. He watches you gulp. You’re about eight weeks along now. You know this, Bradley knows this. Jake’s staring at his mashed potatoes and wishing he didn’t know this.

Perfect Lauren, the eldest daughter and her father’s twin, who did the right thing and married a good guy, bought a nice house, raised a cute puppy - she isn’t going to be the one to give them their first grandchild.

Instead, it will be you. The youngest daughter, the most like her mother. Who hasn’t even finished college yet and has no intention of marrying the stranger who’s child she’s carrying. And the asshole sitting opposite her, smiling politely at Ellen continues to gush with excitement. Bradley glances down, catching the state of… grief? - that you appear to be in on the other side of the table.

He shifts in his chair, kicking his foot across the table. He slots it between your feet and nudges softly at your ankle, breaking you from your daydream. You blink at him. Bradley gives you a soft smile. It’s going to be okay. You close your eyes and nudge your ankle closer to his.

You aren’t crying. This is good. This time last week, you would have been bawling your eyes out and telling them everything, begging for their forgiveness. You hold it together for now. You still feel lightheaded about this whole ordeal.

You’ve been zoned out. Your eyes go wide as your mother fills your glass with champagne, “Oh, Mommy, I’m okay, I don’t really feel like drinking. I have a headache.”

Jake stares at you across the table. Ellen smiles obliviously, filling your glass to the brim and lifting it into your hand.

“Nonsense, we’re celebrating!” She insists. You look between Bradley and Jake, silently begging for help. Bradley thanks your mother as she fills his glass, then waits for her to move along to fill Jake’s.

He checks to make sure you aren’t being watched. The other end of the table is too buzzing with the shock of the announcement to be paying attention to you. Bradley lifts his glass and sighs softly. You watch as he brings the flute to his lips and downs it in one. He winces, he hates champagne.

He sets his empty glass down in front of you and takes your full one. Jake gives him a grateful nod. It’s the first pleasant interaction they have shared in two weeks.

You feel sick.

This is going to be a long week.

…

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What if Sakumo had lived and how much did Kakashi's life change after Minato became Hokage?

[Part 5]

"Did you want to see me, Hokage-sama?" - Kakashi silently entered the office and quietly closed the door behind him.

Minato looked away from the documents and looked at the teenager.

"Yes, thank you for coming so quickly", - Minato put the folders aside and motioned for Kakashi to come closer. - "I need to discuss something with you."

Kakashi nodded and involuntarily straightened his back.

"I want to give Obito the rank of jonin", - said Minato.

"He will be overjoyed", - Hatake grinned, imagining his friend’s face.

"Obito has been working hard lately. I think he fully deserves it", -Minato bound his fingers and put his chin on them. - "There is something else."

Kakashi silently waited for the continuation. He noticed traces of fatigue on the Fourth Hokage's face. The work was not kind to him at all.

"I want Obito to lead a new team of three", - Minato broke the silence. - "And I also want you to join the ANBU and become the captain of my personal guard."

Fourteen year old teenager froze in one place, stunned.

"New team?" - the teenager frowned in confusion.

"The three of you have done well on missions under your leadership, Kakashi. But if Obito plans to become Hokage in the future, he needs to gain experience in leadership."

"Do you want me to join ANBU?"

Minato sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"I understand that I've been putting too much on you all this time. I left you as captain in my place. You couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility. But now I ask you for more. Many in the village believe that I am unworthy of the title of Hokage. With you as my right hand, I would feel much more stable. I need you in ANBU, Kakashi."

Kakashi covered the distance and stopped in front of the guy. Minato looked up at him with tired eyes. Kakashi tried to give his face a determined and at the same time calming expression.

"I will always be on your side, sensei", - the teenager got down on one knee. - "And I am honored to be your right hand."

"Thank you, Kakashi", - Minato exhaled with noticeable relief and smiled. - "Now, won’t you run after Obito?"

After Kakashi found Obito and brought him to the Hokage's office, dusk began to fall on the village. The teenager headed towards the house. All the way he thought about Minato's words.

"I’m home", - he said automatically, closing the front door behind him.

The delicious smell of food reminded him that in today's chaos he had missed lunch. Sakumo's cooking skills improved a lot after he took several lessons from Duy. But despite his hunger, Kakashi barely touched his dinner.

"You’re too thoughtful today", - the teenager heard his father’s voice. - "Something happened?"

"Minato sensei is disbanding our team", - no matter how hard Kakashi tried, he could not hide the bitterness in his voice. - "He wants Obito to become captain of another team, and for me to join ANBU."

"ANBU?" - Sakumo put down his chopsticks and bound his fingers. - "Minato wants you by his side."

Kakashi nodded.

"What's bothering you?"

"I…" - the teenager sighed heavily. - "I don’t want our team to disband."

Kakashi looked away. Sakumo pursed his lips.

"We worked well together", - the teenager continued. - "And I’m used to always being with them. I'm used to the fact that I'm nearby and can always protect them. And now I will work alone, while they will be in a team with people they don’t know. I… worry about them."

"It’s completely normal to worry about your friends, Kakashi," - Sakumo said slowly. - "You worry about them and want to protect them. But, unfortunately, you won't be able to always be there for them."

"I know", - Kakashi answered barely audibly. - "I’m just afraid that something might happen to them when I’m not around."

"I'm sure Obito and Rin can take care of themselves. They may be just as confused as you right now. You need to talk to them and give them confidence. You're a great friend, Kakashi."

Kakashi winced and looked up at his father.

"Do you have friends, father?"

"Don’t worry about me, Pup", - Sakumo smiled at his son. - "I have one and it’s quite enough. Finish your dinner before it gets cold."

Kakashi nodded and picked up his chopsticks.

"Thank you, father."

The next morning, Kakashi stood in Minato's office in full ANBU uniform.

"Kakashi, please take off your mask", - Minato asked. - "I have great news. You are the first person to know about this."

Kakashi nodded seriously.

"Kushina is pregnant," - Minato said quickly and smiled widely.

"Congratulations!" - Kakashi felt himself smiling back.

"Thank you", - the guy sincerely thanked. - "I have a first mission for you. I want you to guard Kushina throughout her pregnancy."

Kakashi froze in shock. Of all the people in the village, Minato decided to give this mission to him - to protect the life and health of Kushina and the unborn child. Emotions quickly changed on Kakashi's face. He still hasn’t answered anything, trying to put the information in his head.

"Kakashi", - Minato’s soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. - "There is no person in this village whom I trust more than you."

The teenager held his breath and bowed deeply.

"I won't let you down, nii-san!"

"I believe you," - Minato smiled at the usual address; it seems that Kakashi didn’t even notice how he called him big brother. - "Do you know when your uncle is coming back?"

"No", - the teenager shook his head. - "I can send Pakkun to him."

"I will be very grateful to you. I want to tell Jiraiya sensei this news as soon as possible. I don't have much to do today and I'm already heading home, so you can start your mission tomorrow. In the meantime, rest."

Kakashi nodded goodbye and left the Hokage's office. He headed to the nearest training ground and called Pakkun. Having conveyed the message to Ninken, Kakashi looked after him thoughtfully.

"Rival!" - he heard a loud voice behind him.

A few seconds later, Guy materialized opposite him.

"You look somehow different", - Guy carefully examined the teenager from head to toe.

"Minato sensei appointed me to ANBU", - Kakashi nervously moved his shoulder, he was still not used to his new form.

"Cool!" - Guy threw one fist up. - "You never cease to amaze me, Rival!"

Kakashi felt his cheeks turn slightly pink at the seemingly simple compliment.

"Will you sit down?" - Kakashi patted the ground next to him, Guy immediately sat down. - "I have great news."

"Anything even cooler than your promotion?" - the teenager was sincerely surprised.

Kakashi nodded.

"Kushina-san is pregnant."

Guy opened his eyes in surprise.

"Congratulations, Kakashi!" - he exclaimed loudly and hugged a teenager in his arms.

"Are you congratulating me? Why?" - Kakashi said barely audibly, trying to get out of the suffocating embrace.

"What do you mean why?" - Guy pushed the gasping teenager away from him and looked carefully into his eyes. - "Your little sister will be born soon! Or little brother!"

"Little brother?" - Kakashi asked in bewilderment in a hoarse voice.

"Or little sister", - Guy added in a serious tone, and then smiled brightly. - "You will become an older brother!"

Kakashi blinked in shock.

"I…"

"I can already imagine you with a little baby in your arms", - Guy sighed dreamily, still not letting go of the teenager’s shoulders.

Kakashi remained silent, ignoring Guy's passionate monologue. Too many events happened in these two days.

***

Kakashi walked quickly towards the Hatake family residence. Minato returned home a little earlier and let him go, knowing that today all the teenagers were going to celebrate Obito's birthday.

"Kakashi!" - a loud voice came from behind the teenager.

Kakashi skidded to a halt and looked around.

"Do you have a minute?"

"You know that we are a little late for your birthday, right?" - Hatake asked, raising one eyebrow up questioningly.

Obito ruffled his hair in embarrassment and laughed awkwardly.

"Something happened?" - Kakashi immediately tensed.

"No!" - Obito shook his head negatively and put his hands in front of him. - "I just... wanted to talk to you."

"Okay", - Kakashi narrowed his eyes skeptically. - "About what?"

"Well, you know", - Obito’s eyes nervously darted around. - "You are now in ANBU, I was given a different team, and Rin decided to stay to work at the hospital. I... now I will spend less and less time in the village. Although I would like to stay here longer..."

Kakashi sighed tiredly.

"Get to the point."

Obito flinched when he heard Kakashi's sharp, commanding voice.

"I know that Rin is in love with you", - he said suddenly. - "And I know that you like her too. Now you will spend more and more time together while I am somewhere far away on missions..."

As Obito continued to speak, Kakashi noticed a flash of green color out of the corner of his eye. Hatake swore quietly and frowned.

"Obito, stop, shut up", - he interrupted his friend’s monologue. - "I don't like Rin. And she's not in love with me."

Obito froze, stunned.

"Just ask her out, idiot!" - Kakashi finally said before disappearing into thin air, leaving his discouraged friend alone.

Kakashi landed silently on a tree branch. As he had expected, Guy was training at his favorite training ground. He practiced his blows with a completely unreadable expression on his face. Sighing heavily, Kakashi jumped to the ground.

"Yo."

Guy flinched and put too much force into the blow, breaking the wooden post. Kakashi swallowed. Guy stood still for a moment, then turned to him, a broad smile shining on his face.

"Rival! Have you come to challenge me?" - the teenager exclaimed too loudly. - "What is it this time? Rock climbing? Arm wrestling? Or maybe…"

"You heard everything", - Kakashi interrupted him.

Guy's smile faltered.

"Yes", - the teenager lowered his eyes to the ground and shrugged his shoulders embarrassedly. - "Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I was just passing by."

Kakashi took a step forward when Guy immediately took a step back.

"In any case, even though I had no right to overhear a conversation about your personal life, this is still great news!"

Kakashi frowned. He tried to catch Guy's eye, but he stubbornly did not look at him.

"You... both of you deserve to be happy. I..." - Guy paused, and then added in a muffled voice. - "Happy for you."

"It’s not like that," - Kakashi said quickly. - "I don't like Rin."

He immediately felt a prick of shame. This is the second time this evening he has uttered these words. He really liked Rin, but never in a romantic way. He always treated her like a sister.

"And Rin was never really in love with me", - he continued. - "In fact, she has been liking Obito for some time, and this idiot can not understand it. They are even worse than Asuma and Kurenai. Those two don’t announce their relationship, but at least they confess to each other, and these two will be beating around the bush until the end of time."

Guy remained silent, which made Kakashi very nervous.

"So, you don't like Rin?"

"No", - Kakashi shook his head to be convincing. - "Actually, I..."

"There you are!" - they heard an exclamation and turned towards the voice. - "Everyone was already tired of waiting for you and sent me on a search."

Genma leaned his shoulder against the tree and cast a lazy glance at them.

"How long will you stand here? We’re late for the party."

Guy shrugged and stretched his lips into a smile.

"It's not good to keep friends waiting."

Kakashi was still trying to catch his eye, but the teenager had already walked towards Genma. Hatake sighed heavily and followed him. Guy noticeably took the lead, while Kakashi and Genma walked leisurely behind.

"Interrupted some important conversation?" - asked Genma, the senbon clutched in his teeth flashed brightly in the moonlight.

Kakashi chuckled.

"Don't pretend like you didn't hear anything."

Genma smirked at the edge of his lips. They continued walking in silence until they reached the cafe. The loud voices of their friends could be heard from the establishment.

"If you break his heart, I’ll break your face", - Genma drawled slowly, making Kakashi freeze at the entrance.

"You know that this will never happen", - Kakashi gave him a serious look.

Genma shrugged. There was a barely hidden worry in his dark eyes.

"I know, but I still have to warn you. I am his best friend. And I will protect him from everyone. Even from you."

Kakashi nodded silently and entered the cafe, still feeling Shiranui's gaze on his back.

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hpdabbles · 10 months

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Draco Malfoy and The Book of Dreams

Draco Malfoy is beyond confused. He had spent nearly two decades searching for Helga Hufflepuff's hidden sanctuary.

Much like the Chamber of Secrets, it was believed to be a myth, but Draco had always thought it existed. Especially after Potter located the Chamber of Secrets, he realized the other three secret locations of the founders had to be out there.

Salazar Slyterins' Chamber of Secrets- contains a monster and Dark Arts.

Rowena Ravenclaw's Library of Myths- contains the grimoires of Old and Healing Arts.

Godric Gryffindor's Armory of Quests- Contains magical artifacts and Duelling Arts.

And finally, Helga Hufflepuff's Banquet Hall of Dreams- Contains the magic of fallen stars and Wish Magic.

Everyone always overlooked Helga's legend due to needing to understand the significance of her magic. Not Draco- he knew a spell that could grant wishes was powerful. Yes, they only worked once, but one chance was all needed.

The Wish Magic could unravel the very fabrics of the universe but only the parts the wisher had experienced personally. People often confused that with limitations- they wished for the dead to return only to get an Inferi. If they wanted to own the most gold in the world only to be cursed into turning everything they touch into gold.

No, what people needed was a wish that would place them in a position to change everything. If he got his hands on the magic of the Wishing Star, then Draco could undo everything the war had cost him.

He left home, scrambling around the world to find any record of Helga throughout history, including folk tales and rumors. His path was closely followed by British Aurors who thought he was up to something but he stayed three feet before them.

When he turned thirty-eight, he finally found a solid lead. Surprisingly it was in a small village in Wales. A young group of muggles sang the rhythm of Helga's wishing star while Draco had been passing the park and after a few questions, he learned it was a nursery rhythm passed down by locals.

He followed the origins of the nursery rhythm until he found a small ring of mushrooms glimmering in a deep forest. The Banquet Hall of Dreams was within the ring, Draco had found it.

Not a moment too late, as Potter had been dispatched to find Draco and bring him in for crimes he did not commit. Apparently, that same little village had been attacked by a magic user, slaughtering every resident in a crazed massacre.

The Ministry pointed fingers at Draco because he was a known Death Eater that had passed through that place a week prior.

The Wishing Star's magic had been placed in a book, bounded by Helga's magic, and all Draco had to do was open it and speak.

"I wish to travel back in time to the month before my first year, for my dream is to live a better life!"

The Wish Magic did not depend on the wording of the wisher. It formed from their dreams. And Draco dreamed of his first wand so often he could recite the day by heart.

The magic worked, and Draco was whisked away in a whirlwind of magic from the stars, landing in his eleven-year-old body with the Book of Dreams clutched in his little hand.

The book faded to dust as his wish was granted.

There were a lot of things he had planned on doing once he realized what had happened. He couldn't call himself a proper Slytherin if he didn't try to take advantage of the situation.

He had spent an entire month planning this. Locked away in his room, only leaving to eat, bathe, and relieve himself, he compiled piles and notes. He organized them by most likely to happen to least likely.

That ranged from anywhere to "Potter rejects his hand of friendship once more" to "Potter goes straight for the killing curse".

But none of these plans covered what was actually happening to him.

Draco had believed himself better than the previous wishers, and now he was paying for his hubris. Draco did dream of re-meeting Potter, had throughout his entire teenage career, more often than after the war, and those dreams lingered near his wish.

He had outgrown his feelings for the other boy, but he had more dreams centered around gaining Potter's affection than he had dreams about regaining his honor. Most of the time, as an adult, he only suffered nightmares.

They weren't desires. They weren't hope.

If you were to take every dream he's ever had, write it on parchment and then file it away with similar topics then you would have a very visble example of how much of his dreams were about Potter's affection.

Never mind, they were no longer applicable. The fact there were so many overall is what matters.

Logically he knows that those dreams outweighed the nonsense of his other dreams. Yet it was fair that the theme "Get Potter to realize I'm the prettiest boy alive" played through his subconscious mind it manifested this way.

"Wow," Ron Weasley gasps when Draco opens the door to their train compartment. "A boy Veela."

Good grief, the Wish Magic made him a veela and he didn't notice for a full month because he was busy trying to save his family. Now he understands why his parents worried about him walking out in public and why every student he passed by had stared at him with slack jaws.

He had been so used to being watched in the future he forgot it should have happened here.

Father's great-grandmother was a veela, and the man could still remember having to fight off seniors in his youth. Now he had to do it again but for his son. He was going white from stress as Draco boarded, and his mother was no better, placing multiple pieces of protective jewelry on him.

They had nearly homeschooled him because male veelas' allure was much more powerful than a female's. The males were rare, but rather than inspire lust- though many felt that way- Draco boosted inflation. People were literally falling in love with him while he walked by.

Like a stupid airborne love potion.

Potter looked at Draco and promptly declared himself in love with him. He fell to his knees before the blond boy, taking his hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to his knuckles as Weasley watched with wide eyes and a blushing face.

Draco's eye twitches.

He had outgrown Potter, and he would not chase after a forgotten crush. So despite the fact he promised himself he would be friends this time with the Golden Trio, he opened his mouth and said.

"Drop dead, Potter. I'm not interested in dating."

Now he had to live with this new first meeting. The Wishing Star only works once, after all.

But surely, the Chosen One would give up on him.

The thing is, Draco forgot just how determined Harry Potter could be. His new peaceful life may have just become difficult in a new way.

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